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Pairing: Yunho x She/Her (third pov, no use of y/n or names) f. Wooyoung Genre: Roommate AU, Friends to FWB, Smut Rating: R this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written good luck Summary: It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head. Word Count: 14.0k i’m so sorry 😭🥺 Warnings: roomie has tats and piercings, shameless flirts ahoy!, one quote from the Bible, two counts of solo masturbation, size kink, bratty reader, choking, rough sex, spanking, oral sex (f/m receiving), throat fucking, overstimulation, breath play, edging, do you have any idea how hard it was to make mr. sunshine angry, anal play (plug), body oil, tit fucking, voyeurism, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of riding her like a horse, squirting, creampie, honestly it’s a lot

Banner by the ever so talented @iibonniee. Written for my dear @pirateprincessblog. Tagging @sanjoongie as thanks for reading it and giving me great feedback. I recommend Naked and Desire for this one. Yeah.

It wasn’t that Yunho hated having her as a roommate. On paper, she was great. She kept the apartment clean, regularly did laundry, and cooked often. She set up everything for auto-billing, so he never had to worry about late fees. It was just…how could he put it? She was too much to handle as a person. The textbook embodiment of a free spirit. One raised to do whatever she wanted when she felt like it. Which included wearing as little clothing as possible when at home. Raised in a conservative home, it was certainly a culture shock when he first caught her dancing around the living room in just a t-shirt and panties, but he didn’t complain. Again, she was the perfect roommate financially, and he needed that stability.

He just wished he could get the mental picture of her curves, tattoos, and piercings out of his head.

Yunho’s alarm clock yanked him from sleep, in which he dreamed of a woman’s small hands roaming his body. Though he didn’t see her face, he knew who it might have been. The tribal locus mandala tattoos gave it away. Ever since he let his beautiful roommate give him a massage, her hands haunted his sleep, from which he woke with a hard-on. Today wasn’t any different.

After taking a few minutes to collect himself, he rose from the bed. It was early enough, and he hoped like hell she was still in bed. She was much worse when she was half-asleep.

He stuck his head out of his door and checked the hallway. Clear. Holding his breath, he listened for any movement in the apartment and let out a quiet sigh of relief when nothing but the creaks of the building met his ears. Great. He could get breakfast and coffee in peace then. He stepped out of his room, eyes set on the clear path to the kitchen.

“Morning, Yunnie.” His roommate muttered as she brushed past. On instinct, his eyes dropped to her body. As usual, she didn’t disappoint. Today’s apparel is a flimsy cotton crop top, no bra, and sleep shorts that barely contained her plump ass cheeks. Her belly piercing sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that made it into the hallway, and the ink of the tattoo that wound around her body from her hips to her shoulder seemed to glisten as he drank in her appearance.

Sin. The woman was sin incarnate.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he forced his gaze up to the ceiling and mentally cursed her for being so stealthy. He was never safe with her in the apartment. How could he ever let his guard down, if even for a second? Maybe he wouldn’t be so affected by her if he went out and got laid or something. Anything would be better than the constant urge to fuck her senseless and ruin his living arrangement.

‘No, nope. Don’t go there.’

Instead, he focused on the day’s tasks. He had a bunch of things to get done today, and the sooner he got out of that hellhole he called home, the faster he could get it over with. After pulling himself together again for the second time that morning, Yunho reluctantly followed her to the kitchen. As she filled the electric kettle with water, he pulled out bowls and spoons for cereal. They worked together silently; her making instant coffee and him filling the bowls before moving them to the small dining table near the window.

“So, busy day today?” She murmured after a sip of the steaming liquid.

Yunho nodded as he directed his gaze out the window. “Yep. Gotta finish some designs and send them off for approval. A few meetings and a call. I think I have to pick up a proposal.”

“Sounds tough.” She licked her lips and even though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he felt it. “I don’t see why you won’t move to a bigger company with more employees. I’ve seen your portfolio, Yun. You could get hired on the spot.”

He smirked, unwilling to admit he liked the way she praised his talent. “Yeah, but I don’t want to abandon my friends. We’ve worked hard to get this company off the ground.”

“That’s admirable. You’re a great person.” She nodded before going back to her coffee. It was moments like this that nearly broke Yunho’s resolve to stay away. When she wasn’t being a menace to his libido, his roommate could get really soft on him, so much so that he wanted to hold her, if for no other reason than for comfort. But, as always, the soft moment was cut short. The little minx yawned, stretching her hands up above her head. Yunho immediately zeroed in on the way her top rose, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. For the first time since she’d moved in, Yunho realized something.

Her nipples were pierced, too.

His brain blew a fuse. Belly, tongue, nipples… Just what else did she have pierced? She had to have a clit piercing. The imagery of it nearly sent him to the moon.

“You good, Yunnie?” She asked with a snap of her fingers in his face. He blinked and returned to Earth, instantly aware of the growing situation in his sweatpants. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. His hands itched to touch her and he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her in horror.

“Yeah, uh—I gotta go.” His voice was gruff, and he hated how she clearly affected him. He jumped up from the table but didn’t expect her to do the same, stepping in the way.

“You didn’t finish your food.” She pouted. “You’ll be hungry earlier and we know how you get when you’re hungry.”

Him hungry didn’t have shit on him being horny.

“I’ll be fine.” He nearly put his hands on her shoulders but caught himself. “I have snacks at my desk. Or I can bug Mingi to grab something from the food cart for me.”

“I don’t get to eat breakfast with you much anymore. You sure you can’t stay?” She batted her eyelashes at him, but he wasn’t about to fold. Instead, he stepped around her, intent on keeping her in front of him, just in case. But that was a mistake. She turned at just the right moment, reaching for heaven knew what on the table, and her ass pressed against him, all but filling his lap.

The cat was out of the bag.

Her head snapped to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. The expression melted into something much more dangerous, something he didn’t need to have confirmed. Need. Her lips parted, and he knew if he stayed a second longer, he’d make a mistake. Without another word, Yunho backed away and took off to his room. He snatched up clothes for work and ran into the bathroom. A cold shower was in order.

Friday was guys’ night. Usually, they’d go out and party, but after a demanding week in the office, most of them just wanted to chill and play video games. Which was fine with Yunho until they decided to hang out at his place. He didn’t mind having them over. It's just that the guys would shamelessly flirt with his roommate and she, also a massive flirt, would dish it right back. Wooyoung had asked on several occasions if it’d be okay to sleep with her. While Yunho knew he couldn’t stop them if they really chose to, he still felt it inappropriate for any of them to mess around with someone he lived with. If things went badly, it could compromise his home life.

Or at least that’s what he told himself.

They were camped out in the living room. He and Jongho were up against Mingi and Yeosang in Smash Brothers. The other four were engrossed in a game of poker while they waited for their turn. Everyone had their drink and food of choice as music with great bass played from across the room. Yunho’d been against letting San turn the stereo on, mostly because it was his roommate’s electronic of choice, but as they relaxed and fell into their gaming marathon, he could see why she favored it. The sound was better than the system he had in his car.

It was when he had the upper hand over Yeosang when disaster struck. He thought he heard the jingle of keys at the front door, but wasn’t sure with the music going. The front door opened and Yunho felt his soul leave his body. Oh, god no…

Wooyoung was the first to shout his roommate’s name, all too eager to abandon the table to sweep her up in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Well, where the fuck have you been? It isn’t like you don’t know where I live.”

“Your roommate doesn’t let us come over anymore.” Yunho’s ears burned at his words. “He’s being selfish and keeping you all to himself.”

“Oh, really?” He hated that tone in her voice, just knowing things were only going to get worse before they got better. She was a brat, through and through. “The way he avoids me, I’d think I wasn’t welcome here. Maybe it’s you he’s keeping all to himself.”

Jongho looked at Yunho out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow, but Yunho ignored it. Giving her a reaction was the worst he could do.

Wooyoung hummed and pulled away, but kept his arm around her waist. “Can you blame him, though? You look hot as fuck right now.” Yunho didn’t have to look at her. He saw what she had on when she left earlier. The wine red dress was barely a scrap of fabric, held onto her body with strings. The slits up the sides were high enough for a good gust of wind to reveal she’d gone commando. Its neckline dipped so low he could nearly see the jewel on her navel as she explained where she was going and how long she’d be gone. It was only then he saw that it’d been a setup. She knew if he felt it was safe, he’d invite his friends over. He’d been played yet again. Anyone else would’ve ripped the dress off her and fucked her silly in front of everyone. But he was better than that.

“No, I guess not. And thanks.” She shrugged off her coat, finally stepping away to hang it up. “I’m gonna grab something to eat then get out of your hair.”

“What?” Seonghwa looked up from his hand. “Why?”

“Oh, no.” San protested as he too left the table to go to her, steering her right back to Wooyoung’s side. Ever the perfect wingman. “No, no no. Stay out here. We have food and drinks.”

“And games,” Wooyoung added, voice low and husky as he leaned in. “I know you like dancing.”

Yunho groaned inwardly, completely uncomfortable with their closeness. But it would be okay. All he had to do was quickly finish the match so they’d have to separate. Easy as that. Except that it wasn’t. With his attention divided between the game and picking up on Wooyoung’s increasingly raunchy conversation with her, his team lost the lead they had. Mingi and Yeosang caught up and forced the game to a tiebreaker.

“C’mon, Yunho. Get it together.” Jongho grunted after elbowing him sharply in the ribs. “Just ignore them.”

The control he had on his anger started to slip. He didn’t know what pissed him off more: the assumption he cared that much, or that Wooyoung didn’t back off if it was possible he did. Or maybe it was the impending loss of the game. How Seonghwa and Hongjoong had stopped their conversation to watch him closely as Wooyoung said something to make her laugh. Still, he refused to give in. Yunho poured his full focus into the game, completely tuning out everyone, even the music, as he concentrated on the fight. Jongho was defeated, but Yunho picked up the slack, quickly taking down Mingi and just barely knocking out the last of Yeosang’s health. Though Jongho cheered, Yunho pushed himself off the couch and made a beeline for the fridge.

“Your turn!” Mingi called out to no one in particular, but he had his eyes on Wooyoung and Yunho’s roomie. “Get your butt over here.”

Wooyoung’s gaze shifted between the TV, her, and back before his lips settled into a telling pout. “I don’t wanna play anymore. At least, not that.” His fingertips trailed over her shoulder and down her arm. Yunho opened his beer, cringing at how loud it seemed to be in that moment. Naturally, all eyes turned to him, but he simply sipped from the can, doing it as loudly as possible with a goofy expression. The group seemed to relax a little.

“It’s fine,” Hongjoong moved to the couch. “We can play one-on-one. Unless one of you wanna fill in for him?”

“I’m good to go again.” Mingi held up a hand, then chugged the rest of his beer. “Shoulda known he’d punk out.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung barked. “I have priorities.” San nodded in agreement.

“Right, right.” Yeosang waved him off before picking a new character. Yunho stayed where he was, sitting on the counter near the sink. It wasn’t like him to be anywhere but in the center of the room, keeping the party going and the mood positive. Yet, he just didn’t feel like partying anymore. He wanted to go to his room and watch YouTube or play League of Legends, anything to take his mind off the way Wooyoung’s hand caressed her skin in ways he couldn’t. Part of him was even jealous Wooyoung had the balls to do it right in front of him.

The night wore on with the game changing from Smash to something someone brought with them. Yunho turned his attention to his phone, doom scrolling through his social media apps before settling on YouTube shorts. Time fell away after that and he stopped paying attention to everyone in the room. It wasn’t until he heard a loud, short moan that he clued back in. Wooyoung had her pinned to the counter, face in her neck. From his position, Yunho couldn’t tell for sure what was going on, but it was more than he needed to see.

Wooyoung looked up but didn’t move away from her. He locked eyes with Yunho and winked.

Yunho’s control shattered.

“Alright,” Yunho called out as he jumped down, throwing his can into the trash with a loud clang as it hit the pile of other cans. “It’s getting late and I’m getting tired.”

The group groaned, but no one argued with him. It was a miracle they’d gotten to stay this long. Wooyoung pulled away from her and went to work with the others to clean up. By the time everything was picked up and the guys were gone, Yunho was a barely contained mess of energy. Once the door locked behind San, who stopped to wave at her one last time, Yunho went back to the kitchen where she was leaning against the counter, slowly peeling a banana.

“It’d be nice if you didn��t try to fuck my friends.”

“I’m not trying to fuck them, Yunnie.” She shrugged and eyed him as she took the banana in her mouth. He watched her as she bit off a sizable chunk. “If I were, you wouldn’t use a weak ass word like ‘try.’”

“Right. So then why give Wooyoung any encouragement when you know that’s all he wants from you?”

She laughed and finished the banana. After she’d chewed and swallowed, she pushed away from the counter and went to him. “You’re not that oblivious, are you? Tell me you’re just joking.” She came to a stop once she was toe to toe with him. “Because of you, Yunho. You’ve been avoiding me all week. If we have a problem, we need to talk about it. You blushing and running off whenever I come in the room won’t solve it.”

“There’s nothing wrong—”

“With popping a boner at the table while staring at your roomie’s tits? I agree.” She put her hands on her hips. “Why are you so awkward around me? We’ve been living together for almost a year now. I thought you’d have been used to me by now.”

How was he supposed to explain that she tested him in ways PornHub giving him a free premium account could never? Instead, he went back to his original point.

“If you’re gonna flirt with them, please don’t do it in my face. It makes me uncomfortable.” He gave her his best pout.

Something flickered in her eyes and she was pressing closer, pushing him against the sink before he could react. Her hands flattened on his chest as she stood on her toes, mouth angled up towards his. It’d be nothing to close the distance between them and kiss her, to take the things he’s fought so hard to stay away from. When he didn’t give her what she wanted, her eyes narrowed as a frown curved her beautiful lips.

“Fine. You wanna know why?” Her voice was low, soft and silky like the dress she had on. “I did it because I knew it’d get your attention. I have no attraction for him or anyone else, but I know you. You won’t say anything unless I really push your buttons.”

“And what do you want my attention for?”

Her answer was sliding her thigh between his and bringing their hips together. “You get three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”

It took a full minute for his mind to process the sensation of her body against his. Her spicy scent flooded his senses as her finger drew small circles on his chest. Small, just like her hands. The tattooed ones from his dreams. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as the heat between them increased, going from a mild burn to an all-out inferno.

Then she broke the spell she’d put on him by asking, “When will you stop pretending I’m not good enough to fuck?”

He mustered all of his willpower, put his hands on her hips, and pushed her away as gently as he could. He should’ve known. She was a fucking tease who knew his secrets. Knew he was becoming a slave to her sex despite never having a taste of her. She didn’t mean anything she said. She couldn’t have. Yunho was thoroughly convinced her actions were just part of a joke at his expense. Something she’d likely share a laugh with Wooyoung over after they fucked each other’s brains out.

Yunho balled up his fists and turned away from her. “Like I said, if you’re gonna mess around with them, don’t do it here.”

He didn’t bother to wait for her to acknowledge his request. Honestly, he didn’t want to spend another minute in the room with her. Not when he was seconds from stripping her naked and giving her what she wanted from Wooyoung. He knew he could do better.

Well, that didn’t go as planned. She leaned against the counter where he’d been minutes before and tried to see where it all went wrong. She had him where she wanted him, and unless she’d gone blind in the last hour, it was clear he wanted her.

Maybe what she thought was lust was something else for him. Everyone had their own way of showing attraction. Then she was second-guessing everything. If she was wrong about him, then she needed to apologize before it was too late to repair the damage. If she had to, she’d even confess her own attraction and explain as best she could.

Yeah, that was the right thing to do.

She dragged her feet as she shuffled down the hall to Yunho’s door. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she rehearsed her apology. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand to knock, pausing when she heard Yunho’s muffled sigh. It derailed her whole train of thought. The sound repeated, and she leaned closer to press her ear against the door.

He had his fan going as usual, but along with the sighs that made her press her thighs together, there was a faint squelch with a steady rhythm. Over and over. At first, she couldn’t place it until she heard the soft clink of his bracelets join the symphony.

Oh.

Well, then her apology would have to wait. As she started to pull away from the door, his dulcet voice whispered her name. Her mind went blank for a second as she pictured him spread out on his bed, pants hastily shoved down around his thighs as he cupped his balls with one hand and went to town beating his meat with the other.

All while thinking of her. The revelation was positively life-changing. She covered her mouth and tip-toed to her room. Apparently, she just needed a better tactic.

Yunho realized his dear friends had the collective memory of Twitter where they could recall some dumbass promise he’d made weeks ago to go clubbing with them, but somehow forgot the fiasco of the last time they hung out at his place. Here he was yet again looking at their pouty faces as they tried to bargain their way into his apartment to wait while he got ready to leave. Of course, he was currently in a shirt and some sweatpants—he had no intention of leaving unless it was under the threat of death.

“I don’t wanna,” Yunho whined as he pressed against the door, doing his best to keep Mingi from wiggling his foot into the crack he spoke through.

“But you promised!” Hongjoong cried as he tried to help push against the door. “You turned down my birthday party at the Cheesecake Factory.”

“I know I did, but we never agreed on when I’d make it up to you.” Yunho turned around and pressed his back to the door. At this rate, the chain link on the door would give out. That was something else he didn’t want to have to replace. “Guys, please. Not tonight.”

“Why?” Wooyoung asked, “Are you too busy entertaining her?”

Yunho nearly ripped the door off the hinges when he removed the chain. “You little shit, you can stand out in the fucking hall.”

“Gladly,” he said with a wickedly satisfied smile as the others slipped past him and into the apartment. Once again, Yunho fell for another game of manipulation. Ugh. He didn’t bother to be nice when shutting the door in Wooyoung’s face.

The guys collapsed in various places in the living room except for Hongjoong, who stood with his hands on his hips. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Yunho repeated, utterly lost.

Hongjoong flicked his hands towards the hallway. “Go get changed! You can’t go out looking like someone threw you away.”

Yunho groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Dude, please. Please don’t make me go. I just wanna stay at home and—”

“Jack off while thinking of your roommate?” San interrupted. “Who doesn’t?”

“You can stand out in the hall with your other brain cell.” Yunho pointed to the front door.

San didn’t object as he got to his feet and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “They hated Jesus because He told them the truth.”

Yunho went to retort, but Hongjoong grabbed his shoulders. “Ignore them. They’re being brattier than usual. I need you to go change so we can get going. I don’t want to miss happy hour.”

Seonghwa snorted and spoke without looking up from his phone. “Some pretty bartender is on duty tonight.”

“Do I need to be there for that?” Yunho gave them a look.

“Of course you do!” Jongho smiled, clearly finding unbridled joy at the whole situation. “You drink the most of all of us.”

“I don’t want to spend my Saturday with my face in the toilet.” Yunho crossed his arms. He needed a stronger argument than that if he really wanted to get out of it. But what could he say? “Guys—”

“You can’t hog the toilet like that, Yunnie. We only have one between the two of us.” Never in his life did he ever need the ground to swallow him whole. Like a stiff, poorly made android, Yunho turned to find his roommate trotting into the room wearing her slinky pajamas and a robe. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi!” They waved back, each with more enthusiasm than was necessary, in his opinion. Great, she had them all wrapped around her pinky.

“So, what’s on tonight’s agenda?” She asked as she pulled a cup from the cabinet and rooted around in the fridge for some juice.

“We’re trying to get Yunho to come out with us,” Yeosang answered bluntly, ignoring the daggers Yunho stared him down with. “He promised Joong and now he’s backing out.”

“I’m not! I just don’t want to go out tonight.” Yunho protested, but really no one was listening. The group jumped into the conversation, bombarding her with complaints and explanations she didn’t ask for. Worse was how she ate up their attention, casually sipping from her little yellow cup as Mingi listed all the reasons it was important for a person to keep their promises and what might happen to them should they refuse to do so. Really, though. Yunho didn’t see how not going to the club one time would lead him down a horrible path to crime and homelessness.

“Well,” she began once they’d gotten quiet, “in my opinion, it seems you’re just looking for numbers. The more people with you, the more likely you are to get noticed.” She bit her bottom lip and shrugged. “I’m not doing anything tonight. I can go with you, if you want.”

Hongjoong’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That’s actually better. You’re wild as hell.”

“Why, thank you.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Gimme like fifteen minutes. Lucky for you, I already showered.”

This was a fucking train wreck. Yunho was speechless, if not brain dead, as he watched her skip to her room with the biggest grin ever. Her? Out with Wooyoung and his little sidekick dancing and drinking? There’d be nothing stopping them from veering off to fuck behind a dumpster, or worse, their apartment. For fuck’s sake.

He let his head drop as the inevitable reared its ugly head. “I’ll go.”

Mingi barked out a laugh. “Of course you will.”

Roughly thirty minutes later, they were all downstairs, staring at Seonghwa’s Pathfinder with a collective look of confusion. Right, so the thing could only seat eight adults and with Yunho’s roommate, they had nine. Yunho’s attempt to call the outing a bust got shut down before he could open his mouth.

“One of us will have to lap up then,” Hongjoong announced triumphantly, having come too far to give up now.

“It’d make sense to have her sit on someone’s lap, as she’s the lightest.” Yeosang tapped his chin.

“I’m fine with that,” she nodded as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Who’s willing to—”

Wooyoung was in her face before she could even ask the question. Yunho swore he liked Wooyoung, that he thought he was a decent guy when sex wasn’t involved, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to choke him out and leave him on the steps of the building. Yunho grabbed Wooyoung’s jacket collar and pulled him away from her. “You can sit with me. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who’d keep his damn hands to himself.”

“Wow,” Jongho frowned, “tell us how you really feel.”

“Then it’s settled!” Seonghwa cut in, guiding Wooyoung to the other side of the SUV. “Everyone get in. Parking’s gonna be a pain in the ass as it is.” To Yunho’s relief, no one argued with that. Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San took the third seat in the back. Mingi and Jongho took the second row with Yunho while Seonghwa drove and Hongjoong nabbed the front.

“Come on, then.” Yunho grumbled as everyone settled in and put on their seat belts. She took his hand, and he was surprised at how soft and dainty it felt as he guided her in and onto his lap. He hated she didn’t have a seat belt, swearing to himself that he’d hold on to her tightly no matter what. Once she was settled, he rested his hands on her hips. “I’ll need to hold you, okay? No funny stuff, I swear.”

He caught a glimpse of her eye roll in the window’s reflection right before the lights in the cabin dimmed and left them at the mercy of the glow of the dashboard. “I know,” she whispered.

Music drowned out the chatter amongst them as Seonghwa pulled off. The sudden acceleration made her slide back in his lap, bringing her bare back against his chest. His first instinct was to wrap his arms around her and brace for an impact that wouldn’t come. While he was proud of his reaction, she was up against him in a way that reminded him of their last failed breakfast. Before it’d only been a brush of her against him, now he also had the weight to add to his fantasies. He hated to admit he loved how she fit against him. Her curves fit against him like puzzle pieces, even when she squirmed and his dick came to rest between her ass cheeks.

Wait.

Yunho looked at the others. No one noticed the way he’d suddenly gone rigid as she continued to wiggle in his lap. He leaned forward and hissed against her ear, “Be still.”

“Your belt is digging into my back.” She hissed back, and he was beyond grateful that Hongjoong was too into his own story about how the bartender had flirted with him the last time he’d gone to the club to hear them. “Who the fuck wears belt buckles to clubs any-damn-way?”

“It may be a foreign concept to the people you fuck, but I like to dance and need my pants to stay on me.” He pinched her waist, then pulled her closer. “If you keep still, it won’t bother you. We should be there in no time.”

“Easy for you to say. Your spine isn’t being destroyed by some gaudy ass belt.”

“My belt is not gaudy. Maybe if you wore more clothes, you’d have more cushion to help you in situations like this.”

“You know what? You’re right. Damn me for not covering up from head to toe like a fucking nun just because you couldn’t spare a few hours out with your damn friends.” She turned to the window and his lips brushed against her cheek. “I could’ve stayed at home, got myself off, and went to sleep, but no.” Those last few words swirled around in Yunho’s brain like a hurricane, sweeping away all of his common sense as they drained down through his body to his dick. She noticed immediately and chuckled lowly. “At least I’m not the only one.”

The car hit a pothole, and the bump lifted her off his lap just enough for her return to make him groan. He wasn’t hurt, but as his dick got harder, he wished he was. The last thing he wanted to do was add fuel to the fire and make the tension between them worse, especially when it was clear that if the choice was to save face or expose them both, she’d gladly go down with the ship.

“Admit it, Yunnie.” She pressed down harder. “You think about this, don’t you?” He wanted to play dumb, to act like he didn’t know what she was on about, but she punctuated her question with a swirl of her hips that made him suck in air while bracing against the door with his other hand on her hip.

“Don’t do this.” He gritted out through his teeth. He glanced around and found the others still in their own world with the exception of Jongho, who was flicking through Instagram on his phone. “Please.”

“Then admit it.” She did it again, and he just knew he’d end up with blue balls by the end of the night. Regret. He was a ball of regret for not sticking to his guns and staying the fuck at home. With regret came annoyance, or perhaps anger. It wasn’t that she was being a brat. No, it was how he was letting her be one towards him. Anyone else? He wouldn’t care. But for some reason, it vexed him that she was always pushing his buttons, always looking for a reaction as if she knew the things he kept hidden from her.

Always wanting him to lose control.

He wrapped one arm around her middle and forced her to be still as his other hand left the car door and went to her throat. No pressure was needed. The sudden change in his demeanor was more than enough. When he was sure he had her attention, he whispered in her ear. “You want me to admit something? How about this? I love taming brats like you. I like making them fall apart just so I can put them back together how I want them. I don’t give in because I know you couldn’t handle half the things I want to do to you, kitten. Now, if you don’t mind, be still or else I’ll use this ‘gaudy’ belt to show you I’m not fucking playing.”

All the tension drained from her body as she melted against him. At first he wasn’t sure if it was another one of her tricks, but as the minutes ticked by and she didn’t start squirming again, he began to relax. With her still, he was able to drag his mind elsewhere to calm his body down before he had to get out of the car. Later, he could revisit this moment and try to understand what the hell had just happened. Was she toying with him, or was this genuine?

By the time he got out of the shower, it was nearly four in the morning. ‘Never again,’ he vowed to himself. If he had to fake his death to get out of going to the club with them, with her, then so be it. While having her there had allowed him to dodge the hangover bullet, it put him on mandatory babysitting duty. He’d forgotten the main reason he’d gone along in the first place: to keep Wooyoung and his insufferable hormones away from her. Couple that with her being a horny drunk after three drinks and it was a fucking mess.

When it was clear that Yunho wasn’t going to fuck off so Wooyoung could make his move, he’d had to deal with two brats, one trying to fuck her while the other tried to fuck him. He owed San his gently used soul for distracting Wooyoung with a group of girls, allowing him to get his roommate to down some water so she’d calm the fuck down before she came all over his thigh. Since Wooyoung and San disappeared with the girls, there’d been room on the ride back for him to sit without his lap buddy.

He wanted nothing more than to dive into his bed and call it a night, but he worried about her. She was stumbling a little when they got through the door and insisted she could make it to her room on her own. He knew she’d feel like shit whenever she woke up. Maybe he should give her some water and pain relief to take when she woke up?

He’d ask first, just in case.

Yunho approached her door and immediately picked up on the incessant buzzing coming from behind it. Thanks to the free PornHub Premium, he knew exactly what was going on and could damn near picture it. As always, her straightforward and shameless nature sliced through him with a breathless moan.

“Yunho.”

The sound struck him with a heat that flowed down his spine like water from a hot shower. He sucked in his breath and held it, afraid he’d been caught out as his mind raced to remember why he was at the door in the first place.

“Fuck me, Yunho. Just like that.”

His feet turned into cement bricks. She wasn’t exactly loud, but she had to know he was still awake, right? The bathroom was between their rooms so they could hear with the shower cut on and off. Was she doing this on purpose? Teasing him yet again? What was her end goal with this? Get him hard and then what? Fuck her? Or was she still drunk and lost in her own mind? Did she really want him or just dick in general?

Gah, it was so frustrating! Worse still was that her arousal and the way she moaned his name was effectively destroying his will to stay away. If she wasn’t wasted, he might’ve actually asked her if she really wanted him, might’ve actually said fuck it all and dicked her down, roommate or not. The tension was starting to get out of hand, more than he’d ever had to deal with in his life. If this was a test, it was beginning to look like he’d fail.

With that final thought, he pushed his pajama pants down enough to free his length. He swore to himself he wasn’t weak for doing this. As he spit into his hand and began to stroke himself, hissing through his teeth to keep himself from moaning with her, he promised he wouldn’t do it again after this one time. Just once. Just cum with her once. Her moans got louder and came more frequently. She was close. He focused his grip and strokes to the head of his dick as his free hand cupped his balls and squeezed. He closed his eyes and pictured her on her bed, eyes closed and beautiful legs spread wide as she fucked one of her dildos deep into her soaked cunt. Her pierced nipples bouncing with each thrust. Oh, but what if she held one while she fucked herself? He liked that image better. Her pinching and pulling on one nipple as she fucked herself stupid thinking of him, craving his dick. He bet she’d feel amazing wrapped around him. He could see her cunt taking him deep, with her clit pierced—

That did it. Yunho bit into his lip, nearly drawing blood as he jerked himself to completion, coating his hand without spilling anything on the floor. He wasn’t even sure if she came, but he couldn’t stick around to find out. A quick trip to the bathroom allowed him to wash up quickly, during which he hoped like hell she’d passed out for the night.

There’d be no living this down if she hadn’t.

It’d been one of those days, the kind that dragged on forever and everything that could go wrong did. Work was a phenomenal pain in the ass with the current project they were working on. The client was picky as hell but had money, so Hongjoong was determined to make it work. Of course, that meant everyone having to pull their weight and then some, leaving Yunho feeling more stressed out than usual. By the time he was finally allowed to go home for the day, his temper was on a hairline trigger.

All he wanted to do was go home, shower, and play games until he passed out. Eating was optional.

He parked in his designated spot, and no sooner than he’d opened his car door, an old lady was in his face with a scowl. “I assume you live in apartment 202?”

Yunho didn’t have it in him to put on a smile. “I parked in this spot, didn’t I?” He cringed at hearing how rude the words were and tried again. “Yes, I do.”

“Well,” the little old bat put her hands on her hips while her toy dog yipped by her ankles, “tell your girlfriend that it’s indecent to walk around naked with the windows open. You’re only on the second floor and people can see her from the dog park! I had to send my husband home so he wouldn’t be lured into looking at that hussy.”

Yunho’s jaw went slack. Was he really surprised? No, of course not. This was normal shit for her. But this was the first time someone’d complained to his face about it. “I, uh… I’ll talk to her about it.”

“Oh, you’d better. I’ve already talked to the office about her and they sent someone up. If she keeps this up, you’ll be evicted!” She spat and turned away without a second glance. It took a minute or two for the words to sink in before Yunho groaned and let his forehead rest on the steering wheel. The day really wouldn’t stop giving, would it? Against his wishes, Yunho stopped by the office where the landlord confirmed she spoke to his roommate and issued a warning. Despite her being in her own apartment, it was still indecent exposure. The next incident would involve the cops, which could result in eviction for everyone on the lease.

When Yunho was finally standing in front of their apartment door, he was barely holding it together. The stress and anger were choking him, but he was determined not to yell. He’d keep his cool and talk it out like adults. If she didn’t see how serious the situation was, then he’d look into getting a new roommate. Yeah, it’d suck to lose the financial security, but it was better than losing the roof over his damn head. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Music greeted him before she did. She was vacuuming the living room as she danced along to a raunchy song. In one of his t-shirts. It was a tall white tee, loose enough to hide her figure but sheer enough for him to see the parts he could only imagine.

“Why do you have on my shirt?” It wasn’t what he intended to ask, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body.

She jumped and pressed the off switch with her foot. “Sorry, what?”

He pointed at her. “Why are you wearing my shirt? And why the hell would you dance around naked with the windows open?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I tried to explain to Meredith, I didn’t know people could see me from down there. I never look up here when I’m down there! And why the fuck would you look through someone else’s windows, anyway? He’s as much to blame as—”

Yunho shook his head and gestured with his hands for her to stop. “Nuh, uh. Nope. Zip it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care how you were raised, okay? We do not flash our fucking neighbors! Period. Non-negotiable.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “And the shirt?”

“All of my clothes are in the wash. I nabbed one of your shirts from the dryer when the office knocked on the door.” She gave a half-hearted shrug as she pulled on the hem of the shirt. “Forgot to take it off.”

It wasn’t that he minded her wearing his shirt. It wasn’t that she didn’t ask if she could. It was that she looked so fucking delectable in it. He couldn’t think straight when all he could picture was taking it off her. The words were out before he thought it through. “So, take it off.”

For a minute, time stood still. She eyed him with curiosity, head tilted to the side as she contemplated his words. He waited for her to get a move on, to go to the dryer and get something else to wear. Surely, not everything she owned was wet. Instead, a sly smile spread across her glossy lips.

“Make me.”

He blinked. “What?”

She put her hands on her hips, molding the shirt against the front of her body. “I said…make me.”

The sexual tension crackled in the air between them, hot and electric as he approached her. Their bodies were just barely touching when he looked down into her eyes. “I’m gonna give you one last chance. Go take off the shirt, or else.”

She merely licked her lips slowly before pressing her body against his. “Is your hearing getting bad, Yunnie? This shirt isn’t coming off unless you make me.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“With pleasure.” Yunho grabbed her upper arm and pulled her behind him as he rounded the couch. She sputtered and babbled out curses, but nothing along the lines of no or stop. That’s all he wanted to hear from her. Surrender. Everything else would be ignored. He pushed her over the back of the couch, bending her over so that her ass was accessible. “I’d say I’m sorry for being heavy-handed, but I’m really not.”

The first swat startled her. She figured this was coming, but he wasn’t kidding about being heavy-handed. One hand could palm her entire asscheek, and the sting from it rippled up her spine and down her thigh. She had to take it seriously and brace herself on the cushions of the couch to keep from being knocked over it to the other side. He didn’t give her a second to breathe either, immediately following up with a slap to the other cheek. And so it began, her first spanking in over a year. He alternated each spank, listening to her muffled grunts and whimpers and adjusting the force when he deemed her to be too quiet.

The t-shirt did little to cushion the blow, and it seemed like it was his intention to remind her of that. With or without the shirt, he’d make her listen. With or without the shirt, she’d always drive him crazy, make him lose his mind. He didn’t even bother to count. It wasn’t about the numbers, anyway. Before long, her whimpers turned to sniffles, and she finally broke.

“Yunho, please!” He held off the second he heard his name slip from her lips. “I’ll—I’ll take off the shirt.”

He was quick to help her stand on her feet. Her face was impassive as she worked to dry her face. Anyone else would mistake her for being unaffected, but he noticed the little tells like the way her bottom lip barely quivered before she bit it or how her hands shook as she grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and off—

Why he was still mesmerized upon seeing her naked, he’d never understand. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, drinking in every inch of skin he could see. She held out the shirt. “Do you want to see the back, too?”

Stunned. Speechless. Words one wouldn’t normally use to describe Yunho but somehow applied at that moment. He absently took the shirt, and she faced away from him, giving him an uninterrupted view of her tattoo. His eyes trailed down her body to her ass, tinted red with his handprints. She looked over her shoulder at him and reached back to spread her cheeks. Nestled deep in her ass was a jeweled butt plug. How in the fuck did he miss that?

His dick started to swell at the sight and there wasn’t shit he could do to stop it.

“You’re so anxious around me all the time, Yunnie.” She sniffled and spoke up a little louder, a little firmer. “Always holding back from what you really want. But you shouldn’t have to. Not with me. If you want it, want me, just take it.”

Yunho shuddered as he balled up his fists and shut his eyes. It’d be too easy to give in. Too easy to take what she offered. He could resist. Even now, he was strong enough to walk away. He open his eyes and found her still facing away from him, with her head tilted back as one hand moved between her legs.

“Please, fuck me, Yunho.”

He was on her in seconds, one hand trailing down her body to join the one already pressed to her clit as the other cupped a breast. “You’re not worried this will ruin everything? What if—”

She leaned back against him and pressed against his hands. “I don’t like to worry about things. There’s only so much I can control.” One of her hands curled around his neck and pulled him closer. “I know I’ve wanted you since I moved in, since I caught you coming out the bathroom in just a towel. You’re so fucking big all over, baby.” She pressed her ass against his erection and swirled her hips to the music. Without meaning to, he began to dance with her, following her rhythm.

“When’s the last time you got tested?” He asked when his hand grazed her belly ring.

“A couple weeks ago,” she answered breezily, holding his neck steady when he stiffened. “I was feeling really weak and was thinking of letting Wooyoung fuck me since it didn’t seem like you were interested.”

His hand shot up to her neck, and he forced her to look up at him. “What?”

“I-I never did! You would’ve known the second I did because Wooyoung can’t hold water.” She pouted but didn’t resist his hold on her throat. Instead, she kept dancing, kept brushing her ass all over his hard dick like her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and said, “I haven’t fucked anyone since I moved in. I never felt comfortable enough to bring anyone home and I don’t trust anyone enough to go back to their place.”

“Show me.” He demanded with a faint squeeze, then released her. “Show me the results.” She silently picked up her phone from the side table in the hall and flicked through her emails. When she found what she was looking for, she held out the phone for him. True to her word, the lab results came from the clinic down the street, signed off by the same doctor who treated him for strep throat the last time he was sick. He handed the phone back. “What about birth control?”

Her eyes widened as reality set in. He wanted to fuck her and fully intended to. Her voice cracked as she answered. “I’ve had an IUD for two years now. It lasts for five.”

He stalked towards her, eyes dark and lips pressed into a grim smile. She held her ground, refusing to step back when he got to her. One of his hands caught her chin and angled her face up towards his as the other came to rest on her hip. “So, this is how it’s gonna go.” His voice was deeper than before and made her press her thighs together in anticipation. “If I touch you, no one else will be allowed to as long as we’re fucking. I don’t share. Understood?” It wasn’t a complete lie. He hadn’t shared anyone since college with Mingi.

She was already weak in the knees as she nodded.

He shook his head. “You should know better, kitten. Try again.”

“I understand,” she whispered, mouth suddenly dry, though her pussy didn’t have that problem. “Crystal clear. No one can touch me but you.”

“We’re finally on the same page,” he matched her whisper as he leaned in, eyes fixed on her mouth, and she just knew he was going to kiss her. She held her breath, and it made her light-headed as she waited patiently for their lips to connect. Just when she felt the barest of sensation of his lips, he pulled away.

The disappointment on her lovely face was nothing short of satisfying. “I don’t reward brats. If you want a kiss, you’ll have to earn it. Act up even once and you’ll never get one from me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Her answer was immediate and the fire in her eyes promised it’d be something to go down in the history books. He was more than ready to test her limits.

“Knees.” He snapped his fingers, and she dropped down. He hoped she was grateful he chose to start on the carpet and not somewhere with hard tile like the kitchen. “So eager for this,” he murmured as he put a hand on her head, marveling at how he could get a good grip. “I had a trying day at work and have to come home to your usual bullshit. I shouldn’t give you anything. Should leave you right here.” She opened her mouth, and he promptly pushed his clothed erection against her face.

Yunho surrounded her. Every breath she could get carried his scent, a mix of the fabric softener they used in the wash and his skin. She adjusted her jaw and found the curve of his balls just under her bottom lip. The smug look on his face was gone in a second when she closed her mouth around them, soaking his pants with her spit as she hummed, driving up the heat he felt from her hot mouth. He cursed and pulled away with a frown that didn’t quite match the surprised lust in his eyes.

“Go ahead then.” His voice was gruff as his fingertips pressed into her skull. “Take it out. Wanna see how much you can take down your throat.”

Her hands shook as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to free his length. Just as she imagined, her roommate had been blessed with a monster. That dick print she caught when he was in a towel didn’t lie. Two hands wrapped around it weren’t enough to cover it fully and it was heavy. Her body practically vibrated in anticipation. She squeezed a few times, delighted with the way he sucked in a breath and held it as his dick pulsed in response. Placing one hand around the base, she gathered spit in her mouth and spread it on her hand from the base of her palm to her fingertips. She palmed the rest of his dick until she was satisfied with how her hand glided smoothly up and down the shaft.

“Look at that,” he hissed through his teeth, eyes fixed on her hands. “Your hands look so small on it. Is that why you use toys? Because those fingers couldn’t possibly fill you up and get you off the way you want?” Incensed by his teasing, she tightened her grip as she stroked up towards the tip. The little act of rebellion worked as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low moan that left her itching to fill her cunt with her fingers. “You think you’re funny?” He pushed his thumb into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Once they made eye contact, he continued, “I thought I told you I tame brats, kitten.”

It was a threat that turned into a promise when he pushed away from her and went to his room. For a minute, she was sure he was really about to walk away from her until she heard a faint clink of metal. Her mind immediately went to handcuffs, but when he rounded the corner with the belt from hell, she had her moment of doubt.

“Wait, what is that for?” She started to rise from the floor, but he was quick to pounce, wrestling her over onto her stomach and pulling her arms behind her back. With the first loop of the leather around her forearms, she stopped flailing and went still so he could finish. As tough as she pretended to be, she couldn’t take another hit on her tender ass.

When he was happy with his work, he pulled her back onto her knees and toed off his shoes. He reached into his pocket and produced a small silver bell, and pushed it into her hand. Once she took it, he stroked his dick and put his hand back on her head. “Ring the bell when you need a break.”

When, not if.

He tapped the head against her lips. “Open up for me.” When she parted her lips, he eased into her mouth, careful not to give too much at once. He knew it was a lot to take and wanted the experience to be good for them both. Her mouth was warm and wet, just like he knew her pussy would be, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d cum too soon. Neither of them wanted that, so he went took his time pushing in until she gagged then pulling back. With just the tip in her mouth, he brushed his thumb over her cheek and pressed forward again, this time relishing the feel of the ball of metal on her tongue as it traced the vein alongside the underside of his cock.

On and on it went, back and forth, in and out. Slowly getting her accustomed to his size with increasingly deeper thrusts that began to reach her throat. The first time she was able to swallow around the head without choking, pride overwhelmed him as he pulled out and rewarded her with a soft kiss.

“You’re doing so well for me, kitten. So glad you’re mine now.” He brushed her nose with his own, then stood up and went back to it. The praise made her shiver as she fed on his pride, happy to please him. This time she was fired up, ready to show him she could do more, take more. She relaxed her throat and took more of him in each stroke, kept her mouth wet enough to make the slurps compete with the music still playing. The hand on her head moved to her other cheek, and he cradled her face as he fucked it, eyes closed as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He was determined not to moan, not just yet. It was too soon.

But she wanted to hear him. Needed that more than her next breath. She hallowed her cheeks and sucked hard as he pulled back, making his knees buckle and he nearly lost his balance. “Fuck!” He hissed as he steadied himself using her shoulders. When he was sure he wouldn’t fall over from the leftover tingles, he glared at her. “Don’t forget to use the bell.”

Yunho let loose, hips moving steadily as he started fucking his dick down her throat. The squelches of her sucking nearly matched his pants and groans of pleasure. The feeling was incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. His eyes closed for a second before he forced them open and looked down at her. Her eyes were open and focused on him. There was a little sparkle in her eyes that seemed to egg him on, daring him even now to let go for her. Tears lined her eyes as her throat constricted around the tip and the sight, along with the sound of her briefly gagging, was enough for him to cum.

She suckled softly as his dick pulsed with each shot. The feel of his heartbeat on her tongue was a wild turn on that left her clenching, wishing she had one of her fat, vibrating toys to fuck herself on. His cum was salty and just shy of being bitter, but that could be fixed with time, if he’d let her help him. She noted the way her legs began to ache from being on the floor and realized she needed to go back to training herself to endure the position for long periods. Hopefully, her roommate would be willing to make use of her.

It took a minute or two for Yunho to catch his breath as his soul returned to his body. It’d been a while since he’d gotten head that good from someone he’d wanted to fuck so badly. The suckling sensation on his rapidly softening and thus increasingly sensitive dick didn’t stop like it should’ve. He looked down at her and found one of those mischievous looks as she went back to work, this time moving her head on her own. Though the sensitivity was nearly unbearable, Yunho couldn’t bring himself to pull away. If she was so willing, so hungry for his cock, then who was he to take it away? Especially as the pain blurred the line of pleasure and his knees threatened to give out on him. She was the perfect little cock sleeve when she obeyed. Just the thought of missing out on pleasure this amazing for so long brought back his irritation as he dug his fingers into her hair and gently dragged his dick out of her mouth.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled as his arousal got a second wind. “Who knew your mouth was that amazing?” His legs trembled as he leaned over and removed the belt and pulled her to her feet. His large hands cradled her face as he pressed his lips to hers, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth in search of any remnants of himself. She fisted his shirt and pulled on it as she ate up his sweet kisses and gentle touches. “Wish you’d be this good to me all the time,” he continued. “You can be so frustrating and hard to handle.”

“I’ll,” she gasped into his mouth, “I can be good for you, Yunnie. I swear.”

“Mm. We’ll see.” He chuckled darkly as he kept a hold on her head and walked her to the couch. Her ass pressed against the back of the couch and he bent her backwards over it. She let out a little yelp as her shoulders met the seat cushions. With her ass and legs in the air, Yunho got on his knees and held her in place by wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding them open.

“Please don’t let me fall on my fucking head, Yunho.” She whispered with a tight grip on the cushion.

He looked down at her face, eyes wide with worry, and bit his lip to keep from laughing outright. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got you.” He tightened his hold to prove his point. For Yunho, it was the moment of truth. Months of wondering, often being so close to outright asking but ultimately deciding against it in case it was too personal. Her lower lips parted like a flower in bloom, revealing the truth.

She did, in fact, have a clit piercing. A cute little hoop that caught the light and twinkled like a star. He’d never been with a woman that had one before and was curious what it’d like to be to play with it. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, noting the tantalizing mix of perfume, lotion, and her dripping arousal.

The anticipation was unbearable. It felt like he was inspecting her. What would happen if he didn’t like the piercing? Or her smell? The shame of him getting up and turning her down would be—Her mind went blank the second his warm tongue parted her folds from the bottom and slowly dragged up to her clit. One of her hands left the cushion to grab his wrist as her body tensed up. He pulled back and smacked his lips, tasting her as if he were judging wine.

“Hm. Slightly sweet.” He went in for another sample, this time tracing his tongue around her entrance until she was panting and the grip on his wrist tightened. He watched her facial expressions change through the spectrum of emotions when he finally relented and pressed his tongue inside her. Her sweet voice called out his name as her body stiffened again and her thighs threatened to close around his head. She was beyond sensitive, especially around her little piercing. With an evil delight, he continued to taste and play with her body, guiding her to peaks he’d deny by pulling away when her cries turned to loud gasps and moans.

“Yunho, please!” She was a mess, and she knew it. How his jaw wasn’t tired from going on for so long was an unsolved mystery, but she was at the end of her rope. As much as she loved a man who ate pussy with such enthusiasm and attention, her position wasn’t ideal and the sensitivity bordered on torture. She slapped at his arm, nearly wishing she had the bell. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

His eyes opened slowly, and he pulled away from her cunt, lips glossy with her essence. He’d never admit he—as she’d put it—got lost in the sauce, mind hazy as he simply enjoyed the rush of dopamine from having such a responsive partner who was vocal and freely gave him praise for every little thing he did. After a demanding day at work and the confrontation when he got home, it was admittedly nice to feel appreciated and wanted. Even from his bratty roommate.

A couple of blinks and he got to his feet, not bothering to wipe his mouth. “Tapping out again? As thirsty as you get, I thought you’d be able to last a little longer.” He took his time coming around the couch, merely pointing at her when she started to move from that position. “Thought you’d be able to take whatever I gave you, kitten.” Her pout was the best answer she had to give him. It wasn’t like he’d accept celibacy as an excuse if he heard her buzzing in her room every night for the past week. He stood over her, stroking his dick leisurely as he licked his lips. “I’ll give you what you want.”

A morbid sort of curiosity filled her as he reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt in one move. He followed that up with dropping his pants, finally joining her birthday suit party. He kneeled on the couch, focused on picking up where he left off as his semi-hard dick brushed her nose. She playfully palmed his thighs, even drumming on them with a little giggle before her eyes rolled back as she moaned. Yunho held her hips in place, using the back of the couch as a perch for his arms, effectively pinning her in place. Her body shook against him when he suckled on her clit. If he wasn’t careful, he could get addicted to her. He guided his dick to her lips, and she happily took him in her mouth, needing something to soothe her as he worked.

He groaned into her folds and fought to keep his hips still, aware of the weight and strain they were putting on her neck. With the arm wrapped around her hips, he brought his hand up to the untouched plug in her ass. With care, he toyed with it, gently tapping on it, pressing it in deeper and pulling it back, never fully removing it as her cries of pleasure got louder. He watched her entrance spasm whenever the plug was pushed in and it occurred to him that maybe she needed double penetration to cum. To test his theory, he plunged his middle and ring fingers inside her pussy and gently curled them, stroking her walls as he gave a hard suck to her clit.

His dick fell out of her mouth as she came screaming, twisting and twitching as she fought to pull away from his hands and mouth. With a triumphant grin, he allowed her a reprieve, carefully turning her body so she could rest on her back as she came down from her high. He didn’t leave her side, instead lightly tracing his fingers over her body from her breasts to her thighs and enjoying the way his touch triggered after shocks that she weakly tried to fight off. With her eyes closed, brow tensed as she gasped for air, he thought she was even more beautiful.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he got to his feet. She gave him a thumbs up but otherwise didn’t move. He grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and a bag of grapes. When he got back, she was staring at the ceiling. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and nodded with a mile wide grin. “You know it.”

“Good, good.” He opened a bottle and held out a hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position so she could take the bottle. “Drink and eat. Don’t want you passing out.”

“You mean from having me upside down for so long?” She giggled as she took a swig of the cold liquid. “Not that I’m complaining. That was a first for me.”

He drank from his own bottle with a lazy smile. “Hard to imagine. I get the impression you’ve done it all before. You like to explore.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not really trusting though. Something like that is only done with someone you’d trust your life with. Ya know, cause one wrong move and—” She made a slicing motion at her neck.

Yunho couldn’t school his face to hide his surprise and pride. “So, you trust me with your life?”

Her cheeks darkened at the realization, and she went back to her water. They sat in comfortable silence; him mulling over her words as she over thought them. Trust was an important thing to have in any sort of relationship, sexual or not. For Yunho, it was a major thing to earn, and he wanted to make sure he remained deserving of it. On the other hand, she worried she’d said too much. What if it put him off and he made this a one-time thing? Sure, he’d said pretty much the opposite in the beginning, but it was clear he didn’t want strings attached. She could do that if it helped him be comfortable enough to continue living together. Nerves got the better of her, and she needed to feel comfortable again.

“For what it’s worth,” he cut through her spiraling thoughts, “I trust you with my life, too.”

She scoffed and rolled over onto her side, facing him. “You’re just saying that. I just sucked your soul out through your dick and now you’re happy with me again. If that’s all it took, you should’ve let me do it sooner, you know?”

“No, I’m not.” He put down his water. “And if you weren’t such a pain in the ass, dancing around naked, then I wouldn’t have to be upset with you. And while we’re at it,” he pinned her with a glare, “in the future, close the curtains.”

She smacked her lips and sat up. “Oh sure. State the fucking obvious after the fact. I’ve already explained myself.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded, taking in her increasing bratty behavior and stood up. She watched him leave the room again, this time turning down the hall towards her room. She waited, listening intently as he shuffled stuff around before reappearing with a bottle of her favorite baby oil. “If you’re in the mood to mouth off, we can continue.”

She pressed her legs together as she processed his words. “Continue? But we both came and—”

He dropped the bottle on the couch next to her and moved his water bottle to the floor. “Who said I was done?”

She sat up straighter, eyes roaming all over his body. Could she go again? A faint squeeze of her core wasn’t painful, so yes. Okay, then. She watched him drag the coffee table away from the couch, leaving plenty of space on the rug under it. When he was satisfied with the new distance, he pulled her up from the couch and took her spot.

“Knees, kitten.” He pointed at the space between his feet. She flashed him a seductive smirk as she took the spot in front of him.

“You must really love getting head.” She rubbed her hands over his thighs, marveling at their thickness with a few squeezes. “I’m getting the impression I’ve found myself a pillow princess.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Is that so?” He nodded and picked up the oil. The cap opened with a soft click barely heard over the ending of the song playing. He poured himself a handful and put the bottle down, then rubbed his hands together. His large hands engulfed each of her breasts, massaging it into her skin at his leisure. He paid attention to her nipples, captivated by the bar piercings. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this.”

She squeezed his thighs as he toyed with her, pressing forward against his hands, which he took as a sign to add more pressure. “You-you just wanted to play with my tits? Ahh…That’s not surprising.” He let go of her breasts and guided her hands to his cock. “You do look at them a lot.”

“You also like to show them off.” He countered with a quiet hiss as she fisted his length and returned to oiling her breasts. When his palms slid over her skin with little resistance, he leaned back on the couch. “There. Now you can take over.” She looked at him, a little lost at first, then it dawned on her. Oh. Taking one breast in each hand, she sandwiched his dick between them as he added more oil over the tip. He groaned when she started moving them up and down, nearly suffocating his dick in a tight, squishy vice that once again made him wonder what it’d be like to be inside her.

Then Yunho’s phone rang.

He ignored it the first time, as he couldn’t think of anything important that could wait until later. The second time it rang, it broke his concentration and made him lose what could have been an amazing orgasm. He pointed at his pants on the floor and said, “Give me my phone, please.” She fished it out of the pockets and handed it to him right as it started to ring again. She caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face.

Yunho answered it and put it on speaker. “What do you want?”

“Rude.” Wooyoung’s voice dripped with mock hurt. “Is that how you were raised? To answer the phone for your friend so coldly?”

Yunho’s fingers dug into the cushion as he thrusted up. “Shit,” he whispered, then frowned at his phone. “Call me back later. I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Jacking off to her again?” Wooyoung cackled. She watched Yunho’s cheeks and ears flush pink and suddenly he was unable to look at her.

“Bye, asshole.”

“No!” Wooyoung shouted. “Wait a minute! We’re going out and Joong wants to come pick you up.”

Yunho was quick to shut it down. “Nope. Not interested.” She smiled at him and teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. The sight alone was enough to make him moan softly and run the back of his hand along her cheek.

“What the fuck was that?” There was shuffling on Wooyoung’s end. “Holy shit, are you really getting off right now?”

“Goodbye, Woo—”

“Or did you finally man up and fuck her?” Silence fell over them as she froze and stared at the phone with Yunho. Sometimes Wooyoung was a little too smart for his own good. And of course, Wooyoung took the silence as a sign of affirmative and chuckled. “Can’t believe you beat me to it. Can you hear me, baby girl? Has he fucked you yet? I promise you I’m better.”

She didn’t dare speak with the way Yunho was staring at her, watching her with an expression she’d never seen before. When it was clear there’d be no response from her, Yunho put his hands over hers and pushed up into the slick space between her plush tits, gliding against her skin in a way that triggered a soft moan from her.

“Oh, fuck.” Wooyoung hissed and more shuffling followed. “Lemme hear that again. Make her do that again.”

Yunho moved his thumbs so they pressed into her nipples and thrusted again, this time brushing her chin and lips. She moaned again, eyes focused on his hoping he understood the sounds she made were solely because of him. He appreciated the reassurance as he rocked against her as his dick got harder and his balls started to tighten. If they kept at it, he could cum like this and he wouldn’t have minded.

“Shit,” Wooyoung’s voice was low and husky as he started to pant. “If he can’t fuck you right, you can come to me, baby. I bet he’s being selfish, isn’t he? Making you do all the work, leaving that fat pussy neglected. I’d gladly let you ride my face, my tongue, then stuff you full of cock just like I promised the other night.”

Yunho stiffened at the memory of Wooyoung pressed against her, crowding her in the kitchen as he whispered in her ear. He’d tried not to think about what could’ve been said but now he knew. And it pissed him off all over again.

Yunho picked up his phone. “You’ll never get to fuck her.” He hung up and tossed his phone aside. “Asshole.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet as he stood up. “Stay away from him if he’s gonna keep hounding you for pussy.”

She shivered at the authority in his tone. “Y-yes, sir.”

He tilted his head at the title but didn’t fight it. He often let his subs choose their names for him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, tongue exploring her mouth until she was squirming against him. He pulled back with a wet smack and took her hand in his as he led her back around the couch. Back to where it all started. With his hands on her hips, he turned her away from him and bent her over the back of the couch. “Are you wet enough to take me, kitten?” He pressed a finger between her folds, going from her entrance down to her clit. “Yeah, you are. Did hearing his voice get you like this?”

She felt him pumping his dick against her ass and quickly shook her head. “Fuck no. I’m always wet for you. Only you.” The last word broke off with a moan as the fat head of his dick replaced his finger, simply gliding over her pussy thanks to the oil that remained on it. She trembled each time it pressed against her swollen clit. He took note of her response and circled her clit a few times, briefly distracted with the way her piercing felt against him. “Please, Yunho, please. I need you.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured positioning himself at her entrance then gathering her hair into a ponytail. “I’ll fuck you just right.” With his free hand on her waist to keep her steady, Yunho took his time sliding into her heat, eyes shut tight as he concentrated on not blowing his load or splitting her in half. She appreciated his restraint because while her toys saw consistent use, they weren’t as big as he was. With her plug in, the fit was tight but incredible, especially when he bottomed out and let out a loud groan. “Fucking hell.” He whispered her name over and over as the hand on her waist brushed up and down her spine as if to calm her when he was the one trying not to cum.

“Take your time,” she giggled in between pants of air, her pussy squeezing his dick with every pass of his hand down her back. “I’m in no rush.”

For the first time in days, Yunho let out a breathy laugh. She really was the perfect roommate. Once his heart rate calmed down and he could move his hips without feeling overstimulated, he was ready to put in work. He pulled back slowly and eased back in the same way, savoring the feel of her fluttering walls gripping his dick. “Fuck, this pussy’s amazing.” He didn’t intend for the words to slip out, but he couldn’t take them back. Her hips lifted at the praise, improving the angle for each thrust as the sound of skin on skin got louder. Once he had a steady rhythm built up and she was moaning his name like it’d save her life, he moved his hand from her waist to the front of her throat and kicked her legs apart. “Keep yourself up.”

She hadn’t even noticed she was starting to fall onto her forearms. When she was propped up on her arms again, he started railing her hard, repeatedly bottoming out as if his life depended on it. With the way he filled her, finding her spot wasn’t an issue for him. Yet he didn’t let that stop him from swirling his hips and creating a sensation so intense it made her toes curl as bolts of pleasure shot up her spine. Never in her life had she had someone ride her like this, fuck her so hard and so deep that she saw stars and could barely get her arms to keep her torso up for him. Now she knew what race horses felt like and was glad to have Yunho be her jockey.

He kept himself distracted with her moans, working to adjust his strokes so that she remained a moaning, mindless mess under him while he did his best to fuck her into oblivion. This is what she needed, he was sure. With the way she creamed his cock and moaned like a porn star, it was hard to believe she’d ever had better. Wooyoung was enthusiastic, but he could never fill her like this, make her cry with pleasure as pleasure built up in her smaller body and threatened to overflow for him. Her moans were music to his ears, something he’d never get tired of. So as long as she wanted it, he’d make sure his dick would always be her first and only option.

When her legs started to buckle and her arms refused to work, she knew she was done for. “Y-yunho, I’m gonna—” Her voice was weak, hoarse from the near constant use of the past hour or so. Yunho’s mind was faraway, concentrating so hard he didn’t realize she’d spoken until he felt warmth running down his thighs as her moans broke off into quiet whines as she began to shake. He looked down at their feet and saw liquid dripping freely from between her legs as she collapsed over the couch.

“Did you just—oh, fuck!” Yunho’s mind broke at the thought of her squirting—fucking squirting—for him as proof that he’d given her great dick. Concentration blow to hell, he thrust in deep and filled her with cum, hands on her hips as his own surged with each wave of his orgasm. The tension drained from his body as his balls emptied inside her. The euphoria that overtook him was intense, more than enough to leave him stumbling when he finally pulled out. He took a second to catch his breath, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the base of her spine as he caressed her ass, still tinted red with his hand prints. “Fucking amazing. You took that like a champ.”

She laughed as he helped her to her feet and pulled her against him. “You thought I couldn’t?”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Never a doubt. Do you think we both could fit in the shower?”

She gave him a sly look. “I’m not sure, but I bet we could make it work.”

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