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stevenbasic · 4 years ago

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Sitting alone in the small chair in front of her desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was already being submissive, that he was acting contrite, before the meeting even began. He’d been cowed by what happened last night, and could swear the girls were looking at him funny when he skulked into his office this morning. Did they all know already?? What happened with Randi? It all made him nervous, and he knew it did nothing but undermine his authority and make him look weak.

And then there were the stream of aggressively confident posts Melissa had put on Instagram last night, and those he’d woken up to. “I’m proud of being a woman”? #simpforme, #motheryourman, #getready? “there’s gonna be a lot more of it”?? #stronger #bigger #successful. And - the baby-bird thing??? Jesus. It was like he was watching her spread her wings and he felt, this morning, like he was just cowering in her shadow.

She’d texted him this morning, said she’d wanted to meet with him in her office at 9, and had cleared the patients from his schedule. It was 9:05, looking at his watch. Every moment that went by felt like another nail in the coffin of his control of the office. I can’t let this happen, he tried to steel himself, I have to somehow show that I’m in charge.

But then, he heard it. The unmistakable staccato of her heels approaching down the hallway - click-clack-click-clack, echoing like gunshots - was heavier than one would expect in the corridor. The sound made his heart start to race. Why am I so nervous?? The Instagram posts and the events of last night - the girls in his apartment, him stupidly letting Randi once again have her way with him - had him on edge. Plus, he slept lousy. What did Melissa want to meet about?

click-clack-click-clack. She was almost there.

Remember, he told himself, she works for you.

But as soon as she walked in, when she entered the room and seemed to draw all light to her, he immediately felt himself to be in the presence of a more powerful person. Reflexively, he stood, and tried to keep from gaping. Oh my god she’s huge, he balked, astounded by her height. The only reason she hadn’t had to duck to get through the doorway was because she’d had such large, eight-foot doors installed.

“Good morning,” she said, her smile ebullient, happy to find him here and deferentially waiting for her, standing at attention, “Oh, so chivalrous! I like a man with good manners.” She watched his face as he took in her outfit, her figure, how tall she was in her new shoes. Immediately she knew she’d chosen right: the aggressively low-cut pink sweater, the high-waisted, dark grey pants that helped make her look both hippy, authoritative and even leggier than usual. And then there were the shoes.

“th-those are some heels,” he admitted, his obsequious gaze finding the safest place to linger: her feet and the black, patent leather pumps which made her...oh my god...he couldn’t bear to think how tall she’d be.

“Yeah huh?” she smiled, appreciating the crack in his voice, the submissive body language he was already assuming, standing there for her. She moved towards her desk, making sure to step as close to him as possible. “My friend Abby dropped them off for me this morning. They’re eight inches.”

“w-wow,” was all he could manage, dwarfed as he felt as she - standing well more than a foot taller than him - passed by. He knew he’d already started acting the simp, taken off his guard by her appearance, and was too dazed to resolve himself otherwise.

“They make me almost six-foot ten,” she stated, seeing how flabbergasted by her height he seemed. Something inside her urged her to step back closer to him, stand above him, demonstrate how big she was and make him feel small. That feeling made her tingle dangerously, rushed blood to her chest, and it was a hard instinct to fight back. But instead she knew she should proceed carefully with him, start business, and so she moved behind her desk. “You’re waiting for me to sit, aren’t you?” she asked with an approving smile, “such a gentleman.”

“Oh, haha, yeah I guess…” he said, still finding himself awkwardly standing in place, fidgeting.

“Looks like your mother trained you right," she responded, and immediately saw the wince in his expression. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed, as he cast his eyes aside, “I forgot. Forgive me?” She watched him nod, wanly. It was obviously, even to this day, a tender subject with him. I have to remember, she thought to herself, poor thing didn’t have a proper mommy.

"Well, every girl likes a respectful man,” she continued, with a munificent smile. Standing behind her desk, she felt the authority the office’s place of power gave her. “Especially one who knows his place in front of the alpha female. But no...sit.”

He looked at her as if confused. She was waiting for him patiently, like she was testing his resolve. Reflexively, though, he began to sit, and felt immediately emasculated as she remained standing.

“Good boy,” she said in approval, allowing mischief into her smile for the first time. Oooo this is funn, she caught herself musing.

The shock of that - the infantile little praise, the talk of “alpha female” - was not one he’d expected. She’d played around like this last week, at the beach conference...but hearing it here in the office was another thing altogether. “We’re - haha - w-we’re still doing that?” he asked, looking up at her, feeling a dark shiver of self-abasement and secretly marveling at the perfect hourglass her trim but wantonly full figure cut above him, silhouetted against the white wall behind.

“oooo remember, sweetie,” she replied, “we’re alone, it’s just you and me.” With that, on cue, she tapped a button on her desk and the door to the office closed behind him; she liked the startled look that brought to him. “We don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks and just fall into our...natural roles,” she purred, putting her hands on the desk to lean over towards him. She smiled as his eyes predictably darted to her cleavage. “We’ll just let nature take its course,” she stated, “How does that sound, Dr. J?”

“Oh, uh…” he stammered, temporarily spellbound by the sheer volume of bosom she’d put on display. This sweater, he found himself thinking, she wore this on purpose. And just as he was almost able to tear his gaze away from her breasts, she casually squeezed them together and his eyes remained fixed, for more than a moment too long. Letting nature take its course, he thought, might end up with my face buried up to my ears.

And so she had him speechless, already; that got her grinning. She brushed away an imaginary nothing from the swell of her right beast, keeping his gaze fixed right where she wanted it. Melissa knew what she needed to say in this meeting, the words she had prepared to get him to do what she wanted. But, gauging his reaction, she was seeing already that she wouldn’t have to work too hard. Her tits could do the heavy lifting.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, after finally drawing her fingers away from her chest and immediately causing him to look away. He flushed red, caught staring. ”Omigosh you’re so cute when you’re blushing,” she giggled, only to cause a wave of jiggles to joggle through her chest, drawing his hapless gaze for another brief second. Her breasts were just so big, the huge soft swells of her cleavage the main attraction in the room and a magnet to his eyes.

She laughed. “So, you know why I’m dressed like this, right?” she asked, a wry smile acknowledging the blatant aggression of her outfit, “the heels, the tight pants…” For a moment she looked down at her own chest, then locked eyes with him. “...the boobage?”

“Uhhhh….”

”You know what I'm going to ask for, of course?” she continued, becoming struck by how adorable he was in his tongue-tied, defenseless denseness.

“A-a raise?” he asked, struggling with all his will to keep her gaze.

Her laugh was deep and sultry, one of a woman pleased. “No haha but…” she said, as she then gathered her arms under her breasts, cradling them to exaggerate their size, “…could I get one if I asked really nicely?”

Oh my god, he thought, as he felt his dick start to stiffen, no. this is...too much. But he didn’t have the will to protest, scold her. “Y-you know money’s been tight…”

“Haha I’m joking, you know I’m teasing!” she laughed, enjoying the bewildered look on his face and standing up straight again, “I know your numbers are down. But that’s why we need to talk, about Abby…”

Abby, he thought, she’s the sales-rep friend...from that weird pharm company. He’d resisted meeting with her from the beginning, unwilling to waste precious time on another salesmonkey pushing snake oil. He’d been inundated with their brochures, ignored countless phone messages, avoided their research papers in his email, and still he had no idea what their product really was. It seemed like they made one thing and one thing only: some sort of supplement for women of childbearing age. His was a geriatric practice! Why would they want him to be part of some clinical trial? It really made no sense and he’s really wanted no part of it.

But he knew Melissa felt otherwise.

Indeed, she knew getting a meeting together was important to Evolution Pharmaceuticals, really the main reason Abby had sent her the posting for this job in the first place. Abby had encouraged her to go for the position even though it was frankly above her abilities. But it was something, a challenge, a job maybe she could grow into…

...and now she fully intended to, in spades.

Melissa leaned in further again, over the desk towards him, her suddenly soft doe-eyes seeking his out. “Remember..it’s just you and me,” she sweetly cooed, putting her full breasts once again on obvious display for him, “nobody’s going to think less of you if you agree to this…” She allowed her chest to slowly push forward, her shoulders back. “...just let nature take its course.”

She knew he heard the encouragement in her voice. Her beauty held real power that she knew how to use, and she intended to put him at ease. In the moment, she knew he didn’t even realize that it was already working. Her eyes searched his and saw something they were looking for. A warm smile formed on her lips and she continued to let her body do all the work. His eyes all but unabashedly on her tits again, this was already happening just the way Abby said it would.

“So...about meeting with Abby...” she began, letting go just the faintest waft of her pheromones, to drift across the desk, just enough to-

“yes okay I’ll do it,” he answered, without even having to be asked.

What?? Haha omigod.

“You...will?” she beamed, her smile becoming a sudden, dazzling grin. It can’t be that easy, can it? Admittedly a bit surprised she was immediately struck by one self-aggrandizing thought: she loved being this beautiful...and this big. She loved the feeling of being stronger and more powerful than those around her. She loved how her body, her buxom sexuality, could be so simply and so extravagantly too much for people; how it reduced them to putty in her hands, paralyzing them for her with nothing more than a smile and a look. And, what’s more, she was beginning to realize what else she could accomplish, given the time. She knew, secretly, that the bigger she got, the more Melissssy there was, the easier it would all become.

So bring it on, she thought to herself, give me more. She had to keep herself from laughing. Who needs an associate’s degree when you wear an I-cup?

“Ok I’ll call her, put it in your schedule right away,” Melissa said in victory, knowing she had to be gentle and watching as he had begun, it seemed, to sheepishly shrink into the chair below her. This was emasculating for him, she knew, capitulating like he was in his utter defenselessness. It gave her a thrill, she had to admit, flexing her authority here in the office, dwarfing him like this, dwarfing a man. She knew it was possibly unfair, that she’d had the deck stacked against him by coming at him with all this in his most fragile moments...but it needed to be done, and she would show him it was all for the best. And, she thought slyly, she would someday make it up to him, make him forget how little she’d just made him feel. Unless, of course, he likes that sort of thing...

But in the meantime-“, she knew she had other work to do, and as the saying goes about the hot iron and the striking-

“Let’s talk about new staff,” she said innocently, “I want to hire twelve more girls.”

“T-twelve?” he blurted, shaken a bit back to himself, “Really? Didn’t we lose just, like...five?”

“It was three, and then three part-timers,” she corrected him, “But I want to bring on twelve full-time people. A nurse practitioner, maybe a PA, a nurse Nurse Asstha...Attess…”

“Aesthetician?” he helped, even through his disarray.

“Yes, that..!” she giggled, “I’ll learn how to say that someday!” Twirling her hair girlishly in between the fingers of one hand, she stood again. “New providers, they’ll all need support staff, plus we have to replace the girls in accounting,” she listed, now starting to step away from behind her desk, “and we need a new supervisor for the front desk, unless you think Audrey is up for the job…?”

He paused, a bit confused, watching as she lazily stepped towards him. Was she actually asking for his opinion? Wait...he thought, why am I surprised by th- This was obviously getting away from him too quickly. “Uh, sure, but…” he began, “are you positive we can handle so many ne-”

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, now standing right next to him, above him, noticing how he’d reflexively turned his chair to face her, “we can handle it no problem. Maybe it’s just you that’s having some trouble?” She looked down at him, her employer, and mused on how anxious and small he looked. She reached down to tenderly push a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. “Besides...don’t you want to see us grow?”

What did she mean? “W-well, yes, of course,” he agreed, fighting the urge to turn his head, nuzzle his face into her soft hand as it continued to stroke his temple, above his ear, “of course I want the p-practice to do well. To, uh...grow.” His thoughts drifted to a day, maybe not far away, of an office she’d built for him, of being surrounded by more women than he could count, all young and beautiful, all doting on him...and of course, all beholden to her.

Is that what she meant by wanting to “see us grow”?

“So, uh, sure…” he said, knowing again it was another little surrender, “hire whoever you want…” He knew this was reckless, foolish even, and could only hope beyond hope that this money from - what was it? Lean In? - would be enough.

Melissa - thrilled again but now keeping her grin in check - saw the doubt in his face. She understood this was hard on him, watching the reins of his business being taken by another, and knew she should...reward him.

She stroked his hair - oooo he had such nice hair - and thought to herself.

It was just like Abby said. This was a man, she considered, remembering the type of pictures he’d been hoarding on his computer, who needed a strong female figure. This was a man, remembering what he’d told her about his childhood, who craved a woman’s constant attention, unconditional affection. This was a man - it almost made her giggle - who needed a mommy.

Just last night in DM Ms. Zazanetti - oops, I’m supposed to call her ‘Sara’! - had told it to her straight, made her understand. It's not taboo that he’d been stockpiling pictures of beautiful, ultra-bosomy, giant women on his computer, but rather the reasonable needs of manchild who never really had a childhood. He had told it to her himself, the night at that bull-riding bar: that he “never really had a mother.” And she’d heard it from Rina - who come to find out used to work here, and was one of his old flings - he’d lost her at a very young age.

Omigod the poor thing!

She knelt down in front of him, heart growing in her chest as she looked deep into his eyes. The desperation, she knew, ran deep in his mind, looking for fully blossomed women. His breast obsession was a consequence of what he missed as a child, a toddler, an infant - being coddled, nurtured, loved. And, she reminded herself, it wasn’t just pictures of random huge, big-breasted women he’d had on his computer. There were also countless pictures of her. It was a significant moment, when she’d realized what she represented to him, what she could strive to be for him - even if his male pride keeps him from ever really expressing himself, admitting what he needs.

#motheryourman, remember?

Still gazing at him, wondering what he was thinking, she smiled to herself. Well, he’s not “your man” but - haha - close enough, right?

“You’ve been doing such a good job, being so strong,” she said to him, tenderly, taking one of his hands into both of hers and resting it on his lap, “especially with everything going on.”

”uhhh...what do u mean?” he asked. There was - good god - so much going on. But...looking into her eyes, he suddenly knew what she meant.

“When were you going to tell me? I had to hear it from Marisela,” she said, sounding a bit sad that he would not confide in her, about his troubles at home...or, rather, what used to be his home, “I thought we were friends…”

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Thanks to GTScity reader @sherlock for inspirations and ideas - they really helped the post coalesce. And to FantasticMrMoose - fans may notice that a few passages are all but stolen right from "Sexy Lexie": awesome story!

#Growing Into the Job

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floralseokjin · 7 years ago

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— ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

your sugar daddy says you don't have to sleep with him if you don't want to…trouble is, you do want to. You're just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

pairing | jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok genre/warnings | smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok words | 15,413

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It was a week later when you sucked his dick for the first time, yes, but he made you wait in painful silence. You saw each other three times in that week. You hadn't ever done that before, and you were very sure it was because he just liked teasing you.

The first time had been two days after your encounter. He'd rang you on his lunch break, telling you he was on your side of town ready to catch a meeting at three. He wanted you to join him for lunch if you were free and luckily you were. Your classes were done for the day. Or maybe it wasn't lucky on your behalf. You were nervous. You had hardly spoken to him since that night at yours because he was incredible busy with work, and when you had, it hadn't been about what you guys had done. He'd text you a few times the following morning to ask if you were okay and didn't regret anything, but when you had assured him you didn't, that was it. Life went back to normal.

You went about your daily life; doing homework, sitting beside Jiahn on the sofa watching Netflix, going grocery shopping, and lastly going to class. Your life was normal, you were just hiding a bit of a secret that no one knew about. Not even Jiahn, your roommate and best friend. Sometimes it was so hard to believe you were actually a sugar baby…you actually had a sugar daddy. You felt like you were living in a dream world. It was laughable because it was you. Even if you were to confide in Jiahn, you bet a hundred bucks she wouldn't believe you. She'd laugh in your face and tell you to get lost. You? Stooping that low for some extra cash and a comfortable life…as if!

But it was true, and it was even more laughable because you were so far removed from the sugar baby label it was baffling. The same for Hoseok. It was like you were living lives that weren't suited for you. Hoseok was too nice and reserved to be some flash business man that chucked his money at young girls and you were too shy and prudent to willingly exchange your body for money. You were two mismatched souls brought together by loneliness and desperation. You guessed that could be a great premise for a film one day. The pathetic sugar daddy and the shitty sugar baby.

Not that you minded. In this odd turn of events you'd somehow found a friend, a companion…and now something more. You still weren't sure how it even happened. You guessed time really did work wonders. You'd been in two relationships in your short life time. One when you were in high school, too young to know anything about love, and the other in college. A rushed relationship that had failed when you realised you had nothing in common—plus he was a gigantic dickhead who cheated on you too many times to remember. You had either rushed into a relationship or based it off childhood desires, but now you were an adult, having time to mature when life threw its problems at you.

Although maybe it was just always destined. Hoseok was incredibly handsome, a gentleman. He dressed well, he was well mannered. He was everything you weren't used to. Even more so in the bedroom. You still felt yourself grow hot and bothered when you thought of Saturday night. His dirty, crude words that didn't make you feel shameful upon hearing them. He had worshiped your body and placed your pleasure over his that night, and you were still feeling the aftershocks. You couldn't wait to return the favour. One, because you wanted to pleasure him like he had done so for you, and two, if he paid any more attention to you, you may pass out and never wake up again. You could still feel his tongue against you when you closed your eyes—actually, just whenever you blinked. You could picture him perfectly in between your legs, the perfect imprint embedded in your memory. You hoped you never forgot—and you knew deep down, you probably never would.

That's why sitting opposite him for lunch that day was incredibly difficult. He just acted like everything was normal, asking about the day and classes you'd had. He’d asked if you were stressed and when you explained maybe a little; you had a paper due in by Friday, he'd told you he should give you a massage next time you were alone. You'd watched him carefully for any glint in his eye that could show you he was being playful, but he said it with such seriousness and worry for your mental wellbeing, you only felt guilty when your mind went straight to the gutter.

How could he sit there and act like he hadn't stripped you bare two days ago and eaten you out while he was still fully clothed? Like he didn't have the hardest erection for more than an hour later? His self-control seemed to turn you on even more. You didn't even know men had it in them to curb their fantasies. You felt embarrassed, because here you were, in a fancy restaurant at two in the afternoon daydreaming about all the things you wanted him to do to you. You even had to clamp your thighs together to stop the burn that was travelling up them. How embarrassing.

What made it worse was that he wasn't even acknowledging what happened. Maybe you had expected him to say something… Maybe tell you how much he enjoyed it and how much he couldn't stop thinking about it…how he couldn't wait until it happened again… But no, nothing. He just spoke about how busy work was and how much he couldn't wait until the weekend to unwind. Maybe if you had been paying attention then, you would have seen the glint in his eyes this time. Hoseok was a gentleman yes, but he also liked to tease… You were finding that out slowly…

The second time you saw him was Wednesday night. He'd asked you after lunch if there was anyway, if you weren't too busy, you could accompany him to a colleague’s celebratory engagement drinks. A Wednesday was an unusual night for such affairs, but you realised these people lived alarmingly different lives to you. They had no time to host it on the weekend, because apparently, they were jetting off to Hawaii to celebrate… You wondered how nice it would be to have all that disposable cash at the end of your fingertips, but then you remembered how utterly repulsive some of these people were. They weren't like normal working-class people. They disregarded the smallest things in life when little did they know, they brought the most happiness… Look at you, preaching like you didn't willingly let Hoseok pay you for your company…

It wasn't like that though—you knew it. And you were glad Hoseok wasn't like those people he worked with. Of course you had met a few who were just as laid-back and easy going as him, but you could count them on your hand. The others…well, it was as if they thought they worked on Wall Street—Seungyoon included. You just secretly laughed because you knew where they really worked. It wasn't nearly as exotic as they wanted it to be. They sold office supplies to schools, and you knew amongst the higher ups and bosses, some sat in a cubicle all day answering phone calls. They were living beyond their means and you knew one day it would all come crashing down on them.

But of course, you said yes to Hoseok. Why wouldn't you? That's what you were getting paid to do, right? Hang out with him… You probably needed to remind yourself that. It was easy to forget when all you could think of was you and him. You had agreed to change your agreement because you wanted to, but you needed to remember, it was just that. An agreement. Between two adults who understood the terms. You would be a fool to think it was anything more…not that you did… But just in case you had, Monday at lunch was a painful reminder. As well as not speaking about your tryst, he hadn't touched nor kissed you. You didn't know what you had been expecting, but it hadn't happened either way.

This night was a bit different though. He never left your side and his arm was wrapped around your waist. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. He had never acted in such a blatant way before. Of course when you used to accompany him to dinners and parties he kept by your side and squeezed your leg under the table to make sure you were okay, but never this. What was going on? Was he trying to kill you? You were used to kissing and holding hands in places like the park and if you went shopping, but never this.

You didn't know what to do with yourself. You were aware that his colleagues were giving you curious glances. You'd met some of them before (and thankfully, Seungyoon wasn't there,) but like you said, Hoseok had never been this handsy before. You didn't 100% know what they thought you were. Maybe Seungyoon was the only one with a brain, but you guessed the rest thought you were dating… By the seems of things tonight, they took it things had become more serious between you—maybe even official now. You knew that word shouldn't spark something up inside your heart, but it did anyway. You knew you should probably keep a check on that…

Instead, you busied yourself in getting carried away with the feeling of everything. It was the worst thing you could do, but to hell with it. Hoseok was paying you to be his date essentially, so who were you to say no. You couldn't stop yourself from even thinking that maybe he'd take you home tonight too… You wanted it to happen so bad. The scenarios in your mind were making you dizzy. You hoped next time you could get to touch him, run your hands over his lean, tan skin—make him shudder and moan like he had done to you when he'd been between your legs. The memory was enough to make you blush, that and you had never thought like this before… You didn't even think you had the capability to make a guy tremble from your touch. You wanted that to change now though…

You blushed even harder when Hoseok whispered in your ear whilst sat around the table.

“You look so amazing in that dress. I can't stop imagining myself ripping it off you…just to taste you again.”

You froze in your seat, unable to process what he'd just said. He was in public! How could he?! He was trying to tease you, to test your control. He had never been so outright before and you give him a stiff smile as your turned your head.

Two could play at that game.

“I thought you were getting second thoughts,” you commented, sounding unsure, and the sparkle in his eyes disappeared for a moment, his forehead furrowed.

“What makes you say that?” He asked, forgetting where he was for a second, his voice back to room volume.

You shrugged, but you couldn't help the smirk curl at the corners of your mouth. You were rubbish at keeping straight face. “You didn't say anything about it since.”

Hoseok grinned when he realised you were playing hard to get, snaking his arm around your waist and letting his fingers tease the beginning of your ass, brushing them lightly across the velvet of your dress, and he leaned in again, his breath hot against your cheek, making you shiver in delight.

“If I keep bringing it up, I'd get aroused instantly and have to walk around with a boner. Did you not notice how hard I was on the weekend?”

You scoffed. Of course you’d noticed, and of course he knew. It was all you had thought about since. How he had stayed hard during the movie and god knows how long afterwards—even when he went home. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't visualised him taking care of his little problem afterwards. It delighted you. You were beginning to like the new you...

“You could have still said something when we went for lunch,” you pouted, still joking, but curious now anyway. You wanted to know why he hadn't acknowledged his enjoyment in person still. That's all you had wanted to do anyway.

“That's because Monday we were in a public place,” he explained, moving closer to you, his lips brushing your earlobe and you wanted him so badly to nibble on it. You were sure something was already stirring in the pit of your stomach; a hot pool of pleasure. You were weak for him. He drove you wild.

“A fancy one at that,” his voice was amused and you could tell he was loving your slight moodiness. He probably thought it was cute knowing him.

“We’re in a public place right now,” you stated, cocking your eyebrow as you turned to him again.

This playful flirting was getting to you. It was new and something you'd never experienced before, not even with your past boyfriends. Why was Hoseok so easy to relax with? To be yourself around?

“This one is a little more crowded,” he said. “Besides, I need something to take my mind off Friday night.”

Friday night? You tilted your head in question, your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, but he explained before you could ask.

“You’d have handed in your paper by then, right? And I’ll be glad to get home from work after a busy week—I’ll need to unwind.”

Your stomach began somersaulting as your lower half began to tingle. Finally something else was going to happen. You could tell by the look in his eyes, and you bit down on your lip, averting eye contact. You were feeling shy again.

“You can come over mine and I can make you dinner,” he smiled. “You like that?”

You nodded quickly bringing your eyes back to his face and he nodded back in confirmation, his eyes glazed over slightly, as if his mind was elsewhere. You wondered if he was thinking of all the things you were? But before you could ask, he was turning his head back to face the opposite side of the table, striking up conversation with a work friend, as if you hadn't been discussing your next hook up. You were once again admiring his self-control when you jumped a little in your sit, feeling his large hand squeeze your ass.

He was going to be the death of you.

Your mind drifted off to thoughts of what he'd said Saturday night as you listened to Hoseok laugh and joke about with his colleagues and you squeezed your thighs closed in anticipation.

“It's not my turn yet…next time.”

Next time rolled by quite quickly seeing as it was only 48 hours later. The third time that week you'd met up with Hoseok. You were practically vibrating when you got to his and had to sit through the meal he'd prepared for you. Your mind kept slipping away to what was about to come. You couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, you could just see his pink lips moving but couldn't make anything out, too deep in thought. By the time you were sat on his sofa with some music playing in the background you thought you were going to explode. The anticipation was too much.

You had your head leaning on his shoulder while his arm was around you and you could hear the rapid beating of your own heart in your eardrums. You were sure he could hear it too. When was he going to make a move? Or—and your heart stopped beating for a second—was he purposely waiting for you to make a move on him? That was your worst nightmare. You had never made a move on anybody in your life, and you didn't think you were ready to start now. Just the thought was making you anxious.

Luckily for you, just as your brain was having a chemical breakdown, you felt Hoseok lean down and kiss your head, nuzzling his nose into the soft strands of hair as he whispered.

“How about that massage I promised you?”

Your heart jumped about again as you nodded, looking up at him and pulling away when he began to sit up. You watched him move so his back was resting on the arm of the sofa and he motioned you to sit in between his legs as he spread them. He was dressed casual tonight again. You didn't know what you preferred. Of course you liked his suits and shirts, but there was something about seeing him in a white t-shirt and khaki loose slacks that made your heart feel full. Being with him at his home like this made things different. Like this wasn't part of some agreement…

You rested your body back against his, the warmth radiating off him straight away and you almost forgot about your anxiety over tonight, especially when his palms came out to massage your shoulders. You relaxed straight away, falling further into his body as he squeezed at the flesh.

“Does this feel good?” He asked and you nodded straight away.

“I should be doing this to you,” you murmured, rolling your neck back as he continued on. “You've probably had a way more stressful week than me.”

“Don't worry,” he dismissed and you could hear to smile in his voice. “I'm sure you can think of something to help me.”

His tone turned straight away and your body stilled for a moment despite Hoseok still carrying on his movements. What did that mean? And why did it get you suddenly excited once again? You had a feeling from the sound of it, he wasn't thinking about you paying him back with a massage too…or maybe he was, but a different kind… The thought made your stomach flip and you as you shut your eyes, flashes of last week played in your mind. The memory was still strong and it was enough to spread tingles around your body.

“I think we should take this off,” Hoseok suggested and you felt him tug at your shirt, running his hands down your back until he was lifting the hem up.

You felt the air on your skin as he pulled it over your head and once again, you began to feel a little self-conscious, sat in front of him in your bra. It wasn't that you were embarrassed about your body, but there was something unsettling about the way he was fully dressed again. Unsettling, but arousing—you liked it, a little too much.

He went back to rubbing your shoulders, the feeling more intense now that it was skin on skin and you began to daydream about what was to come, wondering when he'd make his next move. It was a couple more minutes later when he pushed your bra straps down, and merely seconds later when you felt him fiddling with the clasp. You let him, of course—the feeling would be better without any obstructions, and as your breasts hit the cool air of his air-conditioned living room, your nipples already hard, you felt his hands slip, kneading the flesh against your shoulder blades. The feeling was so good a little moan fell from your lips.

You were losing yourself in the sensation. You didn't even realise at first when Hoseok started to kiss down your spin, his palms circling the small of your back as he peppered kisses back up to your neck, making you shiver in pleasure as his nose tickled your nape. More moans fell from you now, even more so when his hands began to roam across your stomach and up to your chest. You pressed back further into him, feeling him massage and squeeze your breasts. Your head was practically on his chest now, your mouth parted as you panted quietly, feeling him kiss around the side of your neck and up to your ear, sucking on your earlobe, the suckling noises ringing loud in your ear drums. You were losing yourself even more, especially when he began rolling your nipples between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

And that's when your felt it.

His dick growing hard against your back, until it was solid with each roll of your body, his slacks were so thin you could feel it perfectly. Imagine the size and the feel of it. Your soft moans turned to harder pants as his tongue slipped inside your ear, the feeling out of this world as your back arched off him for a moment. You knew you were getting wet—his dick hard in his pants helped that. He was hard all because your massage had taken an erotic turn… Or maybe, it wasn't such a turn… He’d planned it. Probably since Monday, when he'd first suggested it over lunch. The thought just turned you on even more. You couldn't stop thinking about how erect his dick was. You wanted to do something about it. You were just itching to touch him—to pleasure him, just like he had to you last week.

“Hoseok…” you breathed, the words coming out before you realised. “Can it be your turn now?”

You knew he knew what you meant. He could also feel his cock digging into the small of your back, and at your request he let his hands fall from your body, your flesh still tingling from the aftershocks of his touch. Your heart was beginning to beat rapidly after replaying the words in your head and you cringed. This was the most upfront you'd ever been with a guy and you sounded incredibly immature. But then he answered you.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he murmured in your ear.

The beating of your heart slowed down to a snail’s pace then. You didn't know if you had it in you to take charge of some sort. If Hoseok wasn't going to tell you what he wanted you to do that meant you just had to do it. You were nervous, but by the way your body subconsciously sat up on its own accord, your feet finding the floor, you knew you wanted this. The idea excited you, growing more and more when you felt him move too, his back now pressed against the sofa as his feet followed yours. You moved to face him and decided to crawl to his lap, straddling him slowly, a position you'd been in a few times before, but now you knew it was about to lead somewhere different.

He let you of course, his head leaning back as he watched you, his hands coming out to hold your waist. His touch was hot, even over your clothing and you shakily put your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward to reach for his mouth. You knew as soon as you got to kiss him you'd relax a bit more, but even the thought of his mouth on yours again was enough to make you pass out. You hadn't kissed since being at yours and it seemed like a lifetime ago, and finally, your lips touched and just like that everything was okay with the world again. You let out a shaky breath of relief, pressing your mouth into his. There was definitely something different about this time. He was letting you take the reigns. You could tell by the way his hands held still on your waist and his lips kissed you gently, not even attempting to open them and deepen it. Nerves fluttered through your body but you became brave. Being with Hoseok had begun to change you for the better and you weren't going to stop here. It was your turn to pleasure him—and you would.

You let the tip of your tongue slide out of your mouth and caress his lips, parting them to make him realise you meant business, and as he slowly opened them you let your hands glide behind his neck, clutching it as you tilted your head to lace your tongues together. He met your muscle straight away, but his moves were weak, as if he was giving you a chance to show him what you wanted. How you wanted to do this. The adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you took courage and sped the kiss up, your tongues moving more frantically now as soft moans fell from you, your fingers playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

You could feel his dick hard under your crotch, his pants thin and setting a fire in your core. You couldn't help but roll your hips, more moans falling from you as the friction sent pleasure bursting through your body. You were surprised to hear a shaky groan leave him as well, his arms now wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He was into this obviously, but he seemed to be losing his resolve a little. You could tell by the way his tongue began to snake over yours, taking control as he lifted his hips up to yours. Your pants were also thin enough to feel everything and you knew by now your panties were soaking—you could feel them sticking to you. It wasn't a surprise. You'd been instantly turning wet at just the thought of Hoseok this week. It was like magic. He had some sort of effect on you…but it was okay, because you seemed to have one on him too…

“God,” he breathed, breaking away from the kiss to stare at you intensely, his eyes dark and blown out.

You gripped the nape of his neck harder, knowing your eyes were burning just as strong, as you dipped your head to peck at his mouth: once, twice—a third time, before pulling away and finding his neck. You kissed long, wet kisses down his throat, hearing the trembling of his breathing as you found his collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive thin skin. His hands slid down to your ass, but instead of squeezing it like you thought he would, he simply caressed it, circling the flesh with the palm of his hands as you continued to suckle his skin.

“You're going to be the death of me, do you know that?” He laughed breathlessly, his chest rumbling underneath your lips and you broke away to look at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell heavily, his mouth parted and his tongue darting out to swipe across his pink lips every now and then.

You had this effect on him. The feeling was invigorating. It flew through your veins and seeped out your nerve endings. You wanted him to lose it more. You wanted him to feel everything you had last time. You didn't think you'd be as perfect and amazing as him, but you could try. That's what it was all about, right? Trying and learning; gaining experience. His reactions were helping you gain confidence, so, you spoke.

“I want to please you, Hoseok,” you said, surprised to hear it sounded more like a purr.

He smirked at you as one of your hands trailed down his chest, ending at the hem of his t-shirt. You could feel his bare flesh tickling the backs of your fingers as you gripped the fabric. You had been desperate to see him shirtless for as long as you could remember. Your mind flitted back to that time in the bar when you felt his hard chest behind you, and all those times you'd spent making out, feeling his toned body under your fingertips. You couldn't help yourself any longer.

“Can you take this off?”

“It's your decision,” he told you, “whatever you want.”

Your heart began to race again, feeling nervous at the prospect of doing whatever you wanted, but you fiddled with the hem of his t-shift anyway, feeling his skin once again. It seemed Hoseok wasn't going to take charge any time soon, so you took a deep breath, tugging upwards. He sat up straight away, his hands leaving your ass to slide his t-shirt over his head, your hands apparently useless as you stared open mouthed when his chest was revealed. It was better than you had imagined. Not overly worked out, but toned and hard, the light markings of his abs visual, his pecs solid; his skin golden and smooth.

Your hands instantly went to his flesh, your fingertips running along it as he hissed a little, your digits colder than his body. He was beautiful. Your eyes couldn't take it all in and you looked up at him, speechless, your mouth open when he grinned. Maybe you even saw a light blush appear on his cheeks as his hands reached for your face, his lips finding yours instantly. You almost forgot you were topless until your chests pressed flush together, and electric shocks flew through your body instantly. Thoughts instantly went to what it would be like to be in bed with him, fully naked as he touched and kissed you. You knew that wouldn't happen tonight, by now you knew how Hoseok worked. He wasn't going to have sex with you tonight. But right now you didn't mind, you were too immersed in what was happening right now, too busy kissing him greedily, your hands still roaming his bare chest.

All you could think and feel was his dick under you, grinding up against your clothed core. Your mind was clouded and all you could hear were the soft groans that were coming from him as you kissed him. You couldn't get enough, and just like that, you were kissing down his chin and throat, not stopping at his collarbones this time but carrying on, down his chest. His skin was hot and partially clammy, a sheen forming to make his golden skin appear shimmery. You felt brave, looking up at him as you pecked down his chest, his head dipped, already watching you too. You slid your ass off him as you continued southward, your destination obvious. You were nervous, but you were going to do it. You had been eager for this for so long, and as your knees hit his plush carpet, your breath caught in your chest. Your mouth was trailing kisses around his stomach, his muscles tensing with each pucker of your lips. Your breasts were pressed against the sofa as he spread his legs voluntarily, and you finally reached his pants fly, your lips hitting the cold metal of his button. You could feel his erection against your neck, the heat radiating off it, and you took a couple of shuffles backs, kissing once, twice, a third time as you pulled away and let your hands fiddle with the metal. You were really doing this, and you could feel your underwear dampen further as you watched him stare at your every move. Silent, but surveying everything. That just turned you on even more.

Before you began to unzip his pants, you slid one of your hands over his bulge. You couldn't help it. You hadn't ever touched him properly like this before, only ever feeling him grind against you or you doing the same. You could see his black underpants peeking out of his undone slacks, and you ran your fingers over his length, teasing the waters. It was lying flat against his thigh and you kept your head down, concentrating on his member as you cupped it and rubbed it back and forth slightly. He was rock solid, harder than what he felt like when you were rubbing your crotch against him, but that was only fair, seeing as there was only two thin layers of material as a barrier. The excitement jumped around in the pit of your stomach as you curiously looked up at him and saw him holding his breath, biting down on his bottom lip.

No matter how small the initiative was, you still weren't used to this, but knowing that was a sign that Hoseok was enjoying himself spurred you on even more and you moved your hands up to tug at the waistband of his slacks. He lifted his hips up instantly to help you and while feeling brave, you tugged at his underpants too, your eyes glued to his face as you heard his dick bounce out and hit his stomach. His eyes sparkled for a moment when he saw you weren't doing anything and he smiled at you reassuringly, his hands placed at his sides.

There's nothing to be afraid of, you told yourself. It’s just a dick, one that you were in control of.

You pushed his clothing down a little more so that they were resting on his thighs and then you too a breath, calming your nerves, watching the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down and with a couple of blinks you let your eyes fall to his crotch. You inhaled in awe as you finally saw his dick for the first time, hard and long, lying against his stomach, the head slightly engorged and red from the pressure of you rubbing against it while you kissed. It looked beautiful. You didn't think dicks could be beautiful, but his was.

You didn't know what it meant, or how far you had fallen, but you didn't want to think of it right at the moment. So, to escape from your feelings, you bravely took his length in your palm, feeling it pulsate a little as you gripped it in your fist lightly. His flash was hot and you could feel the little veins that graced it, hearing Hoseok hum approvingly now that you were finally touching him properly. You looked up at him tentatively, looking down straight back again when the lustful look in his eyes sent you into haywire. He was practicality eating you alive, and you bit down on your lip as you noticed his thighs, the muscles flexing with anticipation.

You gently begin to move your fist up and down his length, knowing what to do of course, but finding it awkward. Sexual encounters with a new person were always scary—even more so when you were the one taking the reigns, but you heard him breathe a little deeper and got spurred on. You took your time, eyeing every move your hand was making and enjoying the way his stomach clenched when you experimentally went faster or twisted the palm of your hand over the tip. That was your favourite. How swollen and red it looked, slightly damp from the pre-cum that had begun to leak out of it with every squeeze.

You bit down on your lip, unable to stop the thoughts that leaked inside your mind. You wondered what he tasted like? How hot he would feel against your tongue and how hard he would feel in your mouth? You didn't know why you were thinking like this, but your mind was hazy with lust and you welcomed it. You had given head before but had never enjoyed it. Never actively daydreamed about it. Never wanted to quite pleasure someone as bad as you did now. You kept thinking back to how Hoseok had eaten you out and how much you wanted to return the favour.

You were so lost in thought that Hoseok’s voice made you jump a little, and you looked up at him, surprised to see his eyes were even more blown out now. His voice was still steady, but it had an edge to it and your heart panged in chest, proud you had this effect on him. At least you knew you weren't alone in this.

“What are you thinking?”

You had a feeling he already knew what you were feeling. You were practically downright checking out his dick, drooling imagining taking him in your mouth. You'd never let sexual urges take you this much, but there was something about Hoseok that made you feel relaxed, more open to your desires and the feelings that came with them, which right know were soggy underwear that moulded to your core. You didn't think pleasuring somebody else would get you this turned on. In your silence, Hoseok carried on.

“It feels so good that you're finally touching me. Do you like it too?”

Your movements slowed down as he asked you another question, your heart conflicted with beating erratically with excitement from his compliment, or from nervousness about his curiosity. You were feeling more confident, yes, but you didn't know how to vocalise it yet, so instead you nodded, brushing against the head of his dick as your thumb slid against his sensitive slit. That made him hiss out, the first noise other than groaning you'd heard from him. It made you braver.

“I can't believe I'm finally touching you. I've wanted to for so long. C-Can I…” on trailed off, unable to from questions, feeling awkward.

It was hot when Hoseok told you to ask him what you wanted, but asking him what you wanted to do to him was different. It felt wrong somehow because you knew you weren't the one in charge here. Hoseok had amazing control over his emotions—you did not. Even jerking him off knelt between his legs was making you weak and clouding your brain. Your voice was even shaky as you spoke to him.

“You want to suck my dick, baby?”

Your heart plummeted, your stomach doing somersaults as the heat in your core reached boiling point. Of course he knew what you meant and of course he'd know how to relax you. You needed him to take charge because you couldn't take the initiative. Maybe someday you would, depending on how long this agreement would last. But you always knew, for however long you were with Hoseok, nothing would turn you on more than him speaking to you like his, carefully and gently making sure to ease you in slowly. Even though you were sure you would’ve had sex with him straight away last week, you had to admit, this was hotter than anything.

You nodded, swallowing a little as your heart drummed in your chest, your eyes falling back to his dick, engorged and painful looking. How long had he been imagining your mouth around him? You remembered how hard he had been after pleasuring you and how much self-control he'd had to ignore those urges. Something you'd never even thought about managed to turn you on more than anything. All the guys you'd known in your life, relationships or just friendships, they'd never had that aura about them. They were weak for women, but that made them greedy. They couldn't control their emotions or actions. Hoseok was different. He drove you wild.

Everything about him, drove you wild.

“Hey,” he hummed, his hand suddenly caressing your cheek, making you look at him, taking your silence as discomfort. “You don't have to if you don't want to.”

He was so wrong. You needed to tell him.

“No,” you shook your head, defiance in your voice. “I want you.”

He looked a little taken back by that, the first time you'd ever seen him lose his composure before he cleared his throat and a smirk appeared across his face, an amused noise leaving; proud and even more turned on as you felt his dick twitch in your hand. He used his hand to brush your hair back and you shifted on your knees, glad for the plush surface. You moved closer, taking your eyes off him once again to come face to face with the tip of his member, biting down on your lip to get rid of any last-minute reservations. When you watched him shift in his seat, his thigh muscles flexing once again, all that was left was excitement.

Nothing was scary with Hoseok watching out for you.

You lowered you head, protruding your tongue out, feeling the tip as you let it flick against him, tasting the salty residue of his pre-arousal that weeped out of the slit. The first taste was amazing. Anything with Hoseok was. He hissed out, it lowering into a groan as you flicked again, your fist squeezing tightly at his base, holding him in place. Now that you'd had the first taste you were unstoppable.

You began to suck on the head, your tongue rubbing back and fore as you went, concentrating on the most sensitive of places and he exhaled loudly, his head falling back against the sofa as his hand gently weaved into your hair. You curiously looked up and saw he was watching you through half closed eyes, a soft smile of pleasure on his face, and he sucked on his bottom lip as he watched you remove him from your mouth and lick strips up each side of his dick, leaving the underside for last as you let your tongue run over the prominent ridge that pulsed under your tongue.

Watching the lustful look in his eyes, you wrapped your mouth around him again, this time lowering deeper as you began to bob your head back and fore, your tongue swirling around him as you did so, intense concentration ticking through your brain as you desperately tried to keep focus. It had been a while since you had done this and you needed to warm up. The growing heat in between your legs seemed to do just that; with each breath Hoseok took, you grew wetter and braver. You were taking him deeper and deeper inside your mouth and he seemed to be loving every second.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, pushing your head a minuscule further down his cock and you felt the tell-tale signs of burning in your throat as it got ready to stretch around it, but it never came and you kept your cool, breathing in and out through your nose as your eyes flickered to his abdomen, watching it clench under the feeling.

“You don't know how long I've been imaging this,” he admitted—or maybe not. He was a man of control, he wouldn't admit anything, even in a moment of weakness.

He wanted you to know this, because he knew it would ease your trepidation. It would relax you more and make you want to let lose more. Take it further, or in this case deeper. And you did, stretching your throat over his cock until your lips hit the barrier you’d created with your fist.

You felt his thighs spasm under you as you went, the head of his cock tickling just past your molars and he groaned, lifting his chin up to watch you as he gripped your hair now, watching you try to take him whole as you manoeuvred up and down, wrapping your tongue around his length as much as you could.

“That's it, baby girl,” he praised and your core pulsed, getting more turned on now that you knew he was enjoying himself. “This feels amazing, better than my wildest fantasies.”

A moan fell from your mouth, muffled by his dick and you felt the vibrations. So did he, as he moaned, a breathless laugh leaving him as if he couldn't believe this was finally happening. You took a hesitant look up at him once more, making eye contact and he smirked. Instead of embarrassment that you had found yourself feeling in the past, never daring to look up once, you felt elation wash over you; an excitement that couldn't be controlled and you smirked back, mouth still around his cock as your eyes flashed with mischief, another groan falling from him.

Between your legs was now getting uncomfortable. Not only was there an ache for relief so bad it was beginning to hurt, but you were now soaked. Every time you shifted you could feel the dampness on your skin, your underwear moulded to it. How were you this wet and he hadn’t even touched you? You had no idea you could get this turned on by pleasuring somebody else. But you welcomed it, taking him deeper once again, your fist sliding to his groin where you flattened your palm, fingers flailed out against his lower abdomen.

He gasped a little, his mouth open as you looked up at him once again. Knowing this was pleasurable for him was great but this position made it awkward to carry on. The burn in your throat was growing and you were finding it difficult letting it slide down, the angle uncooperative and it wasn't long before small choking noises began to leave you. You slid off and swirled your tongue around the tip, taking a breather before taking him lower again. This was unlike you, but there was something fulfilling about taking his dick all into your mouth. Somewhere in the back of your mind you began to imagine how deep it would get inside your heat, and how that would eventually feel. Your core ached even harder and you clenched your thighs together.

“Someone's greedy,” Hoseok noted, his hand moving to cup your cheek as you came up for air once again and you watched him grin a little.

“What if I make it easier for you?”

The question made your heart stall in curiosity, letting him pull you from his dick as it fell out of your mouth and he sat up straight, urging you to stand. You watched him stand up too and let him sit you down in his place. Your heart started again and then thudded against your ribcage as you realised what position he was taking, standing over you as he let his pants fall to the floor and his underwear rest atop his muscular thighs—you were right, he did work out! That question had been answered speechlessly.

He took his dick in his fist, running it up and down as you watched in awe, now unable to clench your legs closed because he was standing in between them. The view was marvellous and you wouldn't have minded if he just carried on with you as an onlooker. It would have been hot either way… However, then he spoke and you froze in excitement.

“Open your pretty little mouth for me.”

You obeyed instantly, not even realising you were as you let your jaw drop. You were just happy that he was taking charge now, and your belly danced in fresh desire. When he began guiding his dick to your mouth you were expecting to wrap your lips around it and take him in again straight away, but instead he rubbed the wet head all over your bottom lip. It was sticky now, your saliva drying and it stuck to your to swollen flesh. You teasingly snaked your tongue out of your mouth, curling it into the slit as he began to pull away. He hissed and raised an eyebrow at you, amused at your playfulness. You were about to smirk when he suddenly pushed inside your mouth, just a couple of inches and you instantly began flicking your tongue against the underside while massaging your mouth further around him.

This position was much better as you found out, when he began slowly pushing further into your mouth, the angle letting him easily slide without fear your throat was going to seize up. The stretch was still there, along with the slight burn, but you trusted Hoseok, and that instantly made you relax more. You flattened your tongue and applied pressure to his hot flesh, hearing him moan and groan quietly above you. You were aware that he wasn't saying much this time, not like when he had been eating you out on your bed, but you realised all he was doing was basking in his own delight, concentrating on every movement you made.

“You're doing so amazing,” he praised, one of his hands leaving the place wrapped around his dick to pull back some hair that had begun to cover your face and his left arm outstretched to grip the back of the sofa, his body leaning closer to you, which in turn made him fall deeper inside you.

You panicked for a moment, remembering to concentrate on breathing out your nose as your brain told your throat to constrict, but you kept your cool, continuing to roll your tongue as he slid in and out of your mouth, so wet with your spit. His hand cupped your face, forcing you gently to look at him and he groaned, the eye contact doing things to him. It was hot for you too, watching his face contort in pleasure, his mouth open and in awe. It made you feel good and it just turned you on even more.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he murmured and your core ached even stronger, each twinge pulsating through your clit.

You would never get enough of the way he spoke to you when alone like this, the turn in mannerisms doing a full 180. That's what made it so good. Hoseok was a master of control and he picked and chose when he wanted to show it. This right now, was all new to you as his facial expressions eased up and his voice sounded weak and on edge. He made you look forward to every moment you had alone together because he was so different each time. You wondered what he'd be like when you finally had sex? You wanted it to be soon. You didn't think you'd ever been ready for anything more.

“You feel so fucking good,” he continued, groaning as his head fell back, exposing his neck, his adam’s apple prominent and bobbing up and down as he gasped a little, revelling in the feeling. “So wet, so warm. God—fuck, I can't wait until I can have you fully. I know it’ll feel even better.”

Your pulse quickened, his words answering your silent wonders. It wouldn't be long now, and you couldn't wait. You wanted him fully too. You began to bob your head up and down, taking your own initiative as Hoseok’s body slumped, his weight on the back of the sofa increasing as his breathing became laboured. You didn't need to be a genius to realise he was close, his eyes shut in pleasure and he huffed out his mouth. You concentrated on swirling your tongue around him, flicking and lapping against the tip as you went.

“Ah, so good,” he sighed out, the hand on your face shifting to grip the back of your neck as he straightened his back.

His eyes bored into yours as he began thrusting a little into your mouth and you flattened your tongue, letting him take back charge and ride out his own high. His movements were hard and quick, everything pointing to his imminent release and then he spoke again.

“I'm going to come soon, ah—do you want to swallow?”

You nodded quickly, surprising yourself at how much you didn't need to think about it. You'd never done it before, never really wanted to, but right now—here, you didn't want anything more. You wanted everything Hoseok could give you. He groaned at your reply and suddenly pulled back, only the head of his dick now inside your mouth.

“Suck,” he told you, and you obeyed instantly.

As you did so, you used your tongue to flick up against his slit and he moaned a little, his facial expression in pure ecstasy as the grip on your neck tightened, his other leaving the sofa to grip the base or his dick, running his fingers around it slowly as his breathing became louder, his chest heaving and you used your palms to flatten against his thighs to root you in place.

You knew he was seconds away from coming when he groaned louder, it catching in his throat and you stopped moving your tongue in time to feel the first hot burst of liquid shoot. You swallowed, ready for the second as Hoseok’s body grew rigid and you couldn't help but moan around him, looking up to meet his eyes. His buckled a little as watched you and he couldn't help but moan a little too, a “ah, fuck” leaving him as he stilled his fist around his cock, the last of his come now coating the insides of your mouth before you swallowed it all.

You sucked at the head one last time, making sure he was all cleaned up before he pulled away slowly and he smiled at you gently, his hand leaving your neck to meet the other one at his underwear. He pulled them up quickly, followed by his pants and as soon as he was done you reached for him, pulling him towards you. The sofa was too small for him to kneel between your legs, so he knelt on the floor, his lips meeting yours just like you wanted as he gripped your waist and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You were floating on cloud 9, a happy buzzing starting off inside your brain and travelling all over your body. You had never felt so contented in all your life… but you were still incredibly turned on too. Even more so when you shuffled closer to him, your legs dangling over the edge and you felt your bare chests flush against each other, your nipples as hard as ever and so sensitive even the slightest of touches sent pleasure up your body. You wanted him to touch you so bad, but his hands remained rooted at your waist. You knew in the back of your mind that this night was probably over now, you could tell by his movements. His control was coming back to him now that he was coming down from his high. He was no longer moaning and groaning, just back to his composed self. In a cruel twist of fate, that just turned you on even more.

He broke the kiss first, placing soft pecks to your open mouth as he pulled back to look at you. You were right, his eyes were no longer filled with an uncontrollable lust even though they were still blown out. His cheeks were still flushed, but his breathing was back to normal and when he spoke, his voice was serious. He was telling you.

“I need to call you a car now, it's late.”

You wanted to dispute and urge him to keep kissing you, but you knew he wouldn't give in. His resolve was like steal, there was no way it was breaking, no matter how much your heat still pulsed with a need so strong it hurt. You were fidgety and you were unconsciously trying to grind your body against him. It didn't go unnoticed and he grinned, his eyes flashing, obvious he was about to tease you.

“I'm sure you can wait till next time.”

His voice was thick with suggestion and you knew straight away that next time you saw each other would be the night. There was no other explanation. You would finally get to have sex with him.

He placed a couple more kisses against your skin, to your neck this time as he made his way up to your earlobe. You stayed painfully still, wanting to prove a point with how patient you could be. Although this was serious to him, he liked to turn things playful, so this waiting was a game to him, and you didn't want him to beat you. You'd rather be even than lose, but then he whispered against the shell of your ear and you just about lost it, feeling fresh excitement and apprehension twist inside your stomach.

“Let's make things more fun—no touching yourself until you're back here with me, okay?”

‘Back here’ seemed to be longer away than you first thought. Whereas last time there was a week between activities, this time it was two. You knew that wasn't his intention, but he was exceptionally busy the best week end and by the time you saw him in person back at his, it was just over two weeks later.

Two whole weeks.

You had almost passed out from the wait. Patience was never your strong point, and now that he had given you orders not to touch yourself until you saw him next, it felt like a life time since you had last seen, touched and kissed him… He wasn't making it easy either. More than you could count on one hand, he had brought it up in conversation, whether it be text or a phone call, which was a lot different to last time. At first, he made sure to ask if you were okay, and when you assured him you were perfectly fine with what happened—actually, you enjoyed it so much your brain was still buzzing, he never shut up about it. He kept bringing it up late at night when he could finally spare a few minutes and you were praying for the moment you could finally see him again.

He was just as excited as you and that made you less worrisome. There were still doubts in the back of your mind that maybe he was just doing this for you, or just to keep you sweet. You hated thinking like that, but you were a dubious person, especially when it came to men, and especially when the man in question right now was paying for your company. Knowing that he was also counting down the days and had somewhat shrugged off his self-restraint made you feel ten times better. You were hardly feeling nervous anymore, but that all changed when you received a package in the post four days before your next meeting.

You were confused at first, seeing the unfamiliar handwriting on the front as you inspected it. It felt like a cardboard box and was wrapped in parcel paper. You opened it feeling curious, your heart beginning to hammer a little when you saw the name. It was a little lingerie boutique in the middle of the city. You had seen the place before when Hoseok had taken you shopping. You never went in there, but it was just like Hoseok to notice you eyeing it when you were trying to be inconspicuous.

So, you knew who it was from instantly. It could only be one person—Hoseok. And he could have only sent you one thing… You opened the box, trying your best to keep normal speed, but your excitement made it look like you were a second away from tearing it open. You were glad Jiahn wasn't here, because there would be no way to explain this. You gasped a little when you saw the contents. Cream lace catching your eye straight away, and your fingers instinctively reached out to pick up the garments. Despite being lace, the fabric felt soft under your fingertips, and you admired the bra, the balcony fit a modest style despite the invisibility the sheer chiffon underneath the laced floral pattern. It was beautiful. Demure. The panties matching, sheer chiffon under a flurry of laced flowers, hiding your modesty up front while behind left little to the imagination, no flowers in sight.

Your stomach stirred in pre-anticipation, imagining wearing these just for Hoseok. They were special because he had picked them out himself. That meant they were his style. He wanted to see them on you, and just the visual of him inside that boutique, walking around in his suit while on a break from work, began to turn you on. You needed to put the lingerie back in the box and try not to think of when you would wear them, but then you saw an envelope, addressed to you, in the same cursive as the sender. Hoseok. You picked it up and began opening it, your fingers shaking slightly for reasons unknown, but you knew deep down it was because he drove you wild.

Everything he did, whether it be big or small. You didn't even need him in the same room as you, and your excitement grew like a furnace in the pit of your stomach as you began to read his note… It wouldn't be long now… Finally, you would get to feel him inside of you.

__, I hope you like these. I just couldn't help myself and had to buy them. The thought of you wearing these and how beautiful you will look is driving me wild. I can't wait to see you and finally be able to touch you again… Care to join me on Sunday night? It's been a while, I miss you. Hoseok x

Those four days practically dragged by, but at the same time they flew, time playing tricks on you. Before you knew it, there you were outside his door, tapping lightly on the wood. You were wearing a baby pink shift dress, the material breezy for the beginning of these summer nights and underneath was your matching cream lingerie. Although the fabric was soft and slight, it felt almost heavy on your skin. You could feel it on you as you stood, waiting for him to answer. You were anxious and all you could think about was getting inside and showing him what was underneath.

This was crazy. You'd never had such thoughts before, but knowing Hoseok had been driving himself wild at the thought of you in hand chosen lingerie give you confidence. Tonight was the night, and you were beside yourself. Finally everything you had been dreaming and imagining was going to happen. The once impossible—the unfathomable, and you couldn't wait.

Of course Hoseok made you sit through dinner, another one of his delicious home cooked meals, and you reminded yourself once more, that you would one day cook for him. He always cooked for you and you wanted to return the favour. You were slightly too nervous to eat, your nerves shot to pieces as you kept glancing to his bedroom door, but you managed to keep a steady conversation going. He looked amazing tonight, despite his eyes looking a little tired from a stressful couple of weeks at work, his skin still looked radiate, his smile wide as he laughed and joked with you over the table. For a moment, you almost forgot what you were here for, but then dinner finished and you were suddenly drop kicked back into reality.

You insisted on helping him dry and put away the dishes while he washed, anything to help curb the agitation that was pulsing through your body with every second longer he made you wait. It didn't cross your mind that maybe he was nervous too and was just saving time. You didn't know why, but you thought that seeing as Hoseok took the lead every single time, he was unnerved by this. It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as you folded the dish cloth up, that you realised.

You felt him nuzzle your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder and you slowly turned around, your body seeking the warmth his give. As if natural, your mouths met, closing the gap between you as his large hands clamped against your sides. They burnt through the fabric of your dress and you wondered if he could feel your bra? Was he imagining what you looked like underneath your clothing? Was he excited to finally see? You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, your arms reaching to wrap around his neck. He felt like home. You knew deep down that was probably a bad thing, but you'd grown accustom to him. Especially now seeing as you were about to take the next step.

His tongue gently slipped into your mouth, soothing you from the last of your manic nerves and you knew then and there, as your wet muscles danced together, you were ready to give yourself to him. You trusted him fully. There would be no regrets. You knew that already.

Hoseok pulled away slowly, his hands sliding down to your hips as he looked you square in the eye, his face serious when he spoke. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded instantly, no time for doubts—there were none. You had never wanted something more. You had never wanted someone as much as you wanted Hoseok. Not even the boyfriend you'd loved in high school, and definitely not the dick in college. Hoseok was one of a kind you had realised.

“I'm incredibly sure,” you affirmed, not a shake in your voice and the steadiness must have relieved him because he let out a breath he'd been holding in.

He was nervous. Nervous for this next step because after this, things would be completely different. Sex changed things, you knew that. Even all you'd done up until now had changed the dynamics of your relationship already, but everything was alright now, because he knew you were 100% sure about this. There were doubts on both parts.

He wasted no time in leading you to his room by the hand. You had never actually been in there before, despite countless times at his home and your body buzzed with excitement, curiosity flooding you. It was minimalistic of course, you'd guessed as much, and you watched him walk over to his large window, drawing closed the drapes. You stood awkwardly by his bed, one of those moments where you wondered what to do with your arms beside swing them. Surprisingly his bed wasn't a four poster, you didn't know why you'd imagined that, maybe it fit the sugar daddy theme, but you should know by now Hoseok wasn't the typical sugar daddy. He was quite possibly too good for that label.

He made his way back to you slowly, a smile on his face as he placed his hands on your hips and you gazed at each other in your own little world, a silent consensus between the two of you as you both leaned into kiss one another. The kiss was languid, just enjoying the time you were about to share and taking it in your stride. You had all night, you knew that. There was no rush, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him flush against your body. He tasted like he always did, his lips warm and plush as they moulded against yours, his tongue gently caressing yours. The air was thick already, the closeness of the moment making your head spin and your limbs tingle. You were truly losing yourself and you couldn't believe this was finally happening.

Hoseok pulled away slowly as his hands begin to slide around your back, stopping just short of your ass. His face was calm, the definition of composure, but when he spoke, his voice was thick, deeper than usual and the change in tone shot straight to your heat, even before you got to process what he'd said…

“Do you have my present on?”

You nodded with a smile, watching his face light up with a grin. He looked so happy and he run his fingers up your back lightly, his eyes flying down your body for a second as if he was imagining what you looked like under your dress. He didn't touch you though, he didn't roam or grope your body and you began to fidget a little. How did he know the right ways to turn you on? Or more to the question, why did him doing practically nothing seem like everything?

He leaned into peck your mouth, parting it with his as he hummed in content, pulling back a little to murmur against you, “you’re going to look beautiful, I can't wait any longer—Can I take your dress off, can I see you?”

“Yes,” you agreed, practically straight away as he pulled back almost just as instantly, his hands falling to your waist and then ghosting over the hem of your dress.

Your heart stilled, even though you more than 101% sure you wanted this, you couldn't believe it was actually about to happen. There was going to be no foreplay as the main act anymore —you would finally get to feel Hoseok inside of you, and you were abuzz with anticipation, your mind constantly wondering as you imagined what was about to happen.

He lifted your dress up slowly, revealing the tops of your thighs first, the cool air of his room hitting them and then your panties, the cream lace looking delicate on top your modesty, hiding the one place you couldn't wait to have him. He kept his eyes trained on your face as he continued to free more of your body, goosebumps appearing on your stomach, your breast jiggling a little as he lifted the fabric over your head, covered by the delicate lace that fit them. Now you no longer felt like they were heavy on your skin. Hoseok was finally seeing you wearing the lingerie and your cheeks began to heat up, feeling exposed but excited, desire taking over body.

Hoseok took your figure in, letting his eyes glide over your body, but he didn't touch, just leant into kiss you, his hands clasping your face. The kiss was passionate, there was force behind every move of his lips and you moaned lightly, pressing your body weight into him, feeling the warmth of his hit you instantly, his chest hard. You went to reach for his hips, but he pulled away, a slight smirk on his lips as he went to speak.

“Get on the bed for me, baby.”

You obeyed, turning to face the side of the bed and climbing onto it with all fours. It was pretty high up and the mattress was so soft it dipped a lot when you put your weight on it. You heard Hoseok groan a little, sounding pleased with something and you remembered your panties were practically see-through in the back, leaving little to the imagination. You bit down on your lip as you thought, wanting to tease him, so you wiggled your butt. You squealed when you felt his hand come down and slap it playfully, moments later feeling his body behind yours. It was only for a second or two before he pulled away, but you were sure you felt the beginnings of his erection against your ass. Stranger waves of pleasure washed over you as you let him turn you around, your back flat to the bed as you laid down and watched him kneel in front of you, spreading your legs so he could fit between.

“You look so beautiful, so breath-taking… wow,” he got out, taking in your body.

His fingertips brushed your sides lightly, never touching you fully and you felt like you were going to burst. You needed to feel his hands on you properly. It had been so long since he'd seen you like this and you had been dreaming of nothing else since. It was crazy how he had such an effect on you. Even just by looking at him, you were turned on, and your stomach began to do somersaults as he leaned over you, his face close to yours as he spoke lowly.

“I want to see how wet I can make you without touching you.”

You forgot to breathe for a second, already feeling yourself grow wet even at his words. He honestly didn't have to do anything, and he knew that. That's why he was doing this, teasing you. He dipped his head and you thought he was going to kiss you, you puckered your lips ready to feel his but instead he kissed down to your chin, finding your neck as he nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Your body reacted straight away, your back arching as you gasped a little, turning your head to given him more access, desperate for his touch.

His wet tongue traced along your skin, his breath ticking your ear and you shuddered, shuffling under him as he kept his hands either side of your chest, palms on the bed as he hovered over you. He began to move down your chest, kissing just above your breasts. You were so sure he could feel your heart hammering inside your rib cage, each beat hurt it was so loud and your chest was beginning to heave, your breath already deepening. You attempted to reach for him, desperate to hold onto something to anchor you back down to earth, but you felt his hands wrap around your fingers, pinning them to your side, as he began to kiss down your cleavage.

You whimpered as he moved his thigh between your legs, just millimetres away from your heat. You were beginning to sweat, his hands now wrapped around your wrists as he pinned you down. You were getting desperate, wanting him to touch you quicker than you first thought. You thought you could wait it out. You thought his mouth would have been enough but it just made the wait more agonising, and you bit down on your lip as you watched him kiss down your belly, soft, barely there kisses as he looked up at you and smirked. He was loving this and you tried to arch your back, wanting his thigh to rub against, what you were sure was your now soaking centre. You just needed some sort of relief. He realised instantly and moved away, kissing down your hips and towards your right thigh.

You were a mess. He was so close to where you wanted him to be, you were going to cry. Everything was hot and uncomfortable, your insides feeling like you were on fire as you tried to control your breathing, feeling his tongue slide out and swirl patterns near your bikini line. You told yourself it would all be okay… Hoseok was planning on having sex with you tonight, the wait was over. You just may now die in the process. He was dragging this out and you didn't know how long you could hold on until you accidentally begged him to fuck you. …Or maybe that's what he wanted. He wanted you to lose control. He wanted you to whine and moan and cry out, and with each kiss you felt yourself get wetter and wetter, the feeling uncomfortable. It would be a shame to ruin your brand-new lingerie… but again, maybe that's what he wanted…

You were so caught up in your thoughts, remembering back to when he had eaten you out, and wanting nothing more for him to do the same now, you didn't realise at first, that he he pulled away and crawled back to hover over your body. Your vision was blurry, you didn't know why, as you tried to focus on his face, feeling his hands leave your wrists to trace lines up your arms with his fingertips. Every touch was maddening. Light and teasing as he drove you wild. But then he lowered his mouth to your ear and spoke, and your head began to spin.

“How wet do you think you are, baby girl? Or can you already feel it?” He whispered, his tone amused as if he was enjoying your discomfort.

Of course he was. He knew he was the only person who could ease it.

You nodded, trying to get your words out but all that sounded was broken noises. You swallowed, trying again but then you felt Hoseok peck small little kisses down the column of your neck, rendering you speechless, his left hand raising up to trail down your stomach, causing you to shudder and fresh goosebumps to form.

“See, you already know you've soaked through your panties…,” he teased, kissing up your jaw. “I didn't even have to touch you properly and you're ready for me… I'm so flattered I have this effect on you…” and as he continued on, he lifted his head, his eyes dark as he caught your gaze.

“Do you always get this wet when you think of me? Or is it just because I told you not to touch yourself? Did you listen to me? Is this why you’re practically dripping out your lace?”

“I didn't touch myself,” you confirmed, surprised you found your voice, and even though it was partially steady there was a quiver to it.

Hoseok smiled, pleased by your admission and he leant down to capture your lips, a hungry moan leaving him before he pulled away, maybe losing himself for a second.

“You're such a good girl,” he praised, cupping your cheek and you couldn't help but grin at his compliment.

It wasn't something you'd think would turn you on, but it did anyway. Like you said, Hoseok had the power to make you find out new things about yourself. You never wanted it to stop. You wondered as time went on, what more you'd find out? You couldn't wait, even though you hadn't had sex with him yet… You were greedy, but you guessed that's where the fun laid.

“Let me tell you a little secret,” he murmured, kissing down your throat. “I didn't touch myself either… I wanted to wait until I could finally be inside you. You don't know how long I've been thinking about it…”

You didn't even have time to respond, feeling hot surges of pleasure wash over your body as Hoseok descended towards your breasts, his mouth already around your nipple through the thin lace as he sucked. You gasped, your hands shooting to clasp his head, burying your fingers in his black locks. You wanted to bask in the knowledge that Hoseok had waited out with you. You wanted to imagine him in this very bed, hard over you but wanting to wait until he saw you again… to be inside you for the very first time…

You wanted to think about that, but your mind was a mess, only feeling the pleasure of finally having him touch you somewhere you craved. You moaned and gasped out, finally feeling his body press against yours as you wasted no time in grinding against him, his dick hard, just like you'd thought. The fact he was still fully dressed just made it even more hot. He really was in charge here and you'd have it no other way…

You felt his hands move under you, finding the clasp of your bra as he undid it and sat up a little to let him pull it off, letting go of your nipple to watch the lace get removed from your breasts slowly, as he moulded it against them, making you moan once more, watching him with lidded eyes.

“I know I bought you this underwear to enjoy, but I can't wait another second,” he told you. “Don't worry, I’ll buy you more… maybe I’ll rip it off you next time.”

Your stomach dipped in fresh pleasure, all the possibilities of your next exchanges seeming endless and then he removed your bra fully and you were thrown back into reality. Even more so when he slid down the bed and began to massage your thighs with his hands, making you ease up, tense with anticipation and then he lowered his head and kissed your core. You cried out in pleasure, extra sensitive, feeling how your wet underwear moulded to your vagina, sticky and cold, but with each kiss Hoseok give you, the discomfort decreased and you shut your eyes, basking in the pleasure.

“So wet, baby—I'm going to have trouble getting these off you,” he noted, pulling away and kneeling up as he surveyed your fucked-out state.

You noticed his mouth was shimmering with your juices, even though the lace that hid you and it give you an idea of how much you'd ruined your panties. Each time you were with Hoseok you wondered if you could get any wetter, but you always did in the end… You watched him pull his t-shirt off over his head and your heart began to race quicker again, fresh excitement filling you. This was finally going to happen. He was getting naked and you marvelled in silence as he revealed his golden skin. Finally you would be naked together. He brought his hands to your underwear, sliding them down your thighs. You would have noticed how they clung to you and refused to go easily, but you were too fascinated by the way his shoulders flexed. He really was beautiful, and for the time being he was all yours… The thought made your heart full. The feeling overwhelming.

You were reminded once again, that nobody had been able to have this effect on you before… Maybe it should have been scary, but it only made you more curious…

You were naked and beyond patience by the time he was unzipping his pants and removing those, leaving him in his black underwear before he took those off too, his dick once again bouncing out like it had done a couple of weeks. It looked bigger tonight, or maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you…you just wanted him that bad… You admired his naked form, taking in every detail as he knelt over you again, your heart thudding in your chest as you breathed loudly through your mouth, watching him grip his member in his fist as he began to run it up and down slightly, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. He'd waited just as long as you…

You watched him spread your legs with his free hand, your pupils erratic as you tried to take everything in. You didn't know where to look, wondering what he was going to do next. Gently, but precisely, he brought two of his fingers to your core, running them up your slit. The sensation made you shudder. Your entrance contracting around nothing with the need to be filled, your eyes falling to his bare cock as you imagined what it would finally feel like to have him fill you up.

‘You're so sensitive right now, baby girl. I bet you'd cum straight away if I played with your clit right now.”

You didn't want to take him up on that bet because you knew he was right and you groaned when he dipped down to your hole, circling as he collected your arousal on the tips of his fingers. You were embarrassingly wet. You could hear his digits sliding around, the slick noises filling the room even though he hadn't entered you.

“You're so swollen, I can't wait to feel how soft you are around my dick… how pretty your pussy will look wrapped around it.”

You were going to pass out. You wouldn't be able to wait until he finally entered you, or when he did, you wouldn't survive. Your whole body was boiling, your back sticky with sweat as it stuck it his sheets. Your core clenching around his invisible dick as you tried to curb your anticipation, your body unable to stop writhing around underneath him as he moved closer, his eyes entranced on your body. His dick was centimetres away from your entrance and you were counting down the seconds, watching the path of hairs that lead to his groin. You lifted your legs up, feet firmly pressed into his bed as you encircled him. You were caught off guard when he spoke next, his tone gentle.

“Are you ready? Are you sure about this?”

Your heart swelled. He was making sure you were okay, and now you were more than ready. You were beyond it, as far as it could go. You were 100% sure about this. You wanted Hoseok and you never wanted to let him go.

“Yes,” you grinned, nodding your head erratically. “I'm definitely ready.”

He grinned back, relief flooding his face and it would never sink in, how amazing and how caring he was as a person. It was a wonder no one had snapped him up already, married him and had his children... You were glad they hadn't though, because now he was here with you.

The moment you felt the head of his dick at your hole you forgot to breathe. There was no need to use a condom. You already knew he was STI free and he knew you were on the pill. It made it all the more exciting because you'd get to feel him bare. You got to be as close as possible to him. You couldn't get closer if you tried. Your eyes were trained between your legs, desperate for his next move.

“__, look at me please,” he asked and you looked up to meet his eyes curiously, always loving the way your name sounded coming from him.

You wanted to know what he wanted but then you felt him push inside you slightly and it all made sense. He wanted to watch each other while he filled you up. Usually the ideas would have embarrassed you, but it just felt natural with him and you watch his mouth gape open as he moved to grip his hands around your hips, pushing in even more. You gasped out as he continued to move, so slowly it felt like he was endlessly filling you up. The feeling was amazing, as if you'd been waiting your whole life for this moment, and when he groaned, fully inside of you and basking in the pleasure, he smiled, leaning forward to place a peck on your forehead before dropping his gaze to between your bodies.

You followed him, watching him ease back out slowly, his dick already covered in your juices, before pushing back. There was no pain, even though he hadn't stretched you out prior. It just showed how wet you had been. The feeling was undesirable. All this time waiting was definitely worth it and you let yourself lose it to the feeling.

“You take my dick so well, just like I knew you would,” he praised and you moaned, your hands reaching out to grip his shoulders as he lowered his body again, your hips hitting together each time he thrusted.

He kept his pace slow, but somehow that just made him hit every place you needed him to, your walls hugging him tightly as he silently fucked you. He was silent lover when it came to himself you realised, only moaning when you squeezed around him now and again. He seemed to be more into making you moan and gasp, each move he made strategic, working out what made you whimper and arch your back, and he knew exactly what to say to turn you on. His dirty talk didn't disappear, that was for sure.

“You look so pretty under me as I fuck you. Why don't you let me hear you more—say my name… do you want me to go faster?”

You nodded, wanting all the pleasure you could get and before you could finish he had already thrust in harder than before, making you cry out in shock pleasure.

“Oh, god—Hoseok,” you exclaimed, unable to stop, your nails digging into his back.

He didn't stop, picking up his pace as your breasts jiggled and you wrapped your legs around his hips, clutching him to you, your limbs all sweaty and sticky. They stuck to each other as he rolled his hips into yours and you began to meet each one, the pleasure more intense. Your legs were quivering now, everything becoming too much. Everything felt intense. His dick felt so hard inside of you and your core was so swollen and sensitive that each knock of his hips made his groin pressing against you even more pleasurable.

You were going to come.

You could sense it. The feeling of him finally inside you was too much and it was over taking your body. Maybe you were being over-dramatic, but you'd read about full body orgasms and if anyone was able to give you one, it would be Hoseok… Maybe in the end your brain would explode… it sure felt like it… All you could do was think, feel and see him right now. He was all you wanted and all you cared about.

“Is somebody going to cum?” He teased.

However, when he smirked he looked in discomfort, as if he was on the edge too. For some reason, that just turned you on even more.

“H-Hoseok, keep going, please,” you gushed, not caring if you were begging now. “You feel so good inside of me. Please never stop.”

He groaned loudly then, loving the way you begged him to fuck you. Loving the way you were desperate for him. He buried his head in your neck, his breathing laboured as you felt his thumb curl around your clit, helping you and adding to the pleasure.

“Trust me, __, if it was possible I'd never stop fucking you, but fuck—you make me so hard, you drive me so crazy—you're never going to make me unable to cum.”

You clung to him desperately, your high building up and up as he thrust in and out of you, and then he spoke again and that was the final push you needed.

“I can't wait to fill you up with my cum, you're amazing.”

His lips crashed against yours as you came, muffling your cries as your walls contracted around him, spasming around him like crazy as hot white pleasure shot through your body and burst your veins. You clung to him harder, your arms wrapped around his neck making it difficult for him to carry on snapping his hips as he worked through your orgasm but it just made the moment seem more intimate. You were floating on cloud 9 and you never wanted to let him go.

It was everything you had wanted and more, and you continued to kiss him, your tongues lacing together sloppily as you continued to whine a little, hearing his breath stuttering as his hips began to move erratically. He made one shuddering moan, that told you he had reached his end too, before you felt him release inside of you, hot shots of come filling you as he stopped thrusting and enjoyed the warmth of your walls, kissing you lazily as he caught his breath.

You were in a daze, your limbs feeling weak and floaty. Your mind still spinning from finally being able to have sex with him and you didn't think you'd ever recover, but one thing was for sure, you couldn't wait for the second time, the third time and for even more after that too. You must have been half asleep as he pulled out of you, even when he made sure you were cleaned up and when he got you changed into one of his t-shirts. You replied to him when he spoke to you, but you were too relaxed to really pay attention, lost in euphoria.

However, one thing was for sure… you heard him loud and clear when he spoke for the last time, your heart beginning to hammer in your chest once again as he lifted you up slightly to pick the corner of his bed sheets up.

“I want you to stay the night. I want to wake up next to you and make you breakfast. Will you let me?”

You agreed straight away—of course you did. You had secretly wanted nothing more since you'd first began to get serious and now here you were, wrapped in bed with him, his arms wrapped around you while you nuzzled into his chest.

You had never felt more content.

(to be continued…)

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