Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

make a sound | jinyoung

smut, explicit

The small bathroom was bright and frigidly cold. Jinyoung steered you inside and turned away just long enough to lock the door, before enveloping you in his arms again. You cradled his face between your palms, stealing another kiss from his swollen lips and moaning softly when he backed you into the counter.

The surface was granite and before you could comment on how icy it felt against your skin, you were spun around to face the mirror, propping your hands beside the sink.

"How much time do we have?" Jinyoung asked hurriedly, crowding behind you as he lifted your little black dress above your hips and tugged down your underwear.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smarted, "I'm not wearing a fucking watch, Jinyoung."

"Watch your mouth," he threatened, giving your ass a smack.

You heard his zipper and your body reacted on instinct, arching your back and spreading your legs. Presenting yourself in the most enticing way you knew, your hands tried to find a place to settle on the counter and your impatience was skyrocketing.

"Please, just put it in," you whined, wiggling your hips and making your ass bounce.

Jinyoung kept his eyes on your soaked folds, a testament to the stolen kisses and dirty words he had shared with you backstage. Pulling out his cock, he stroked the hard shaft in his fist and pushed your legs farther apart with his knee.

Your core was throbbing for contact and you hissed, "Jinyoung, I swear to..."

The threat was cut short. Jinyoung had lined the head of his dick with your entrance and steadily pushed inside. Feeling yourself stretched to accommodate his girth, your lips parted and you moaned his name in mixed relief and apology.

"Shit," Jinyoung swore, his dialect already seeping into his usual tone. "You take it so good."

His hands grasped your hips like a vice and he began to move without hesitation, pumping in and out of your wet pussy hard and fast.

Your nails scraped over the counter and you lowered your head, panting and whimpering as he pounded into you brutally like a man intent to fuck the living shit out of you and doing a masterful job of it.

"Jinyoung," you cried out, throwing your head back and shifting your hips to meet his thrusts.

Jinyoung reached forward and clamped a hand over your mouth, slightly concerned that anyone could hear you from the adjacent hallway. After all, there was a very important awards show underway on the other side of the building.

"You make a sound and it's game over, baby," Jinyoung teased, leaning forward to kiss the base of your neck before biting down in warning. He slowed his rhythm only enough to get your attention and released his grip on your mouth, waiting for some bratty remark.

"Mm," you purred, licking your lips and stifling your noises obediently. Your eyes met his in the mirror and you earned a very dark smirk.

Oh, this kinky bastard could never turn down an opportunity to take pleasure from your body. And that in and of itself was rather empowering.

Jinyoung grabbed your clothed breasts and squeezed, returning to his vicious pace, and you took everything he had to give. A wet slap echoed with each hard stroke into your cunt and you flexed your innermost muscles to wrap tightly around his cock, listening to your lover moan lowly before sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth.

Locking gazes with yourself in the mirror, you bit your tongue to keep from grinning, knowing damn well that when Jinyoung reached ecstasy inside you, he would be the one making all the noise.

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