**Title: “Pinned Down”**

Haru had been teasing me all fucking night. It started with those lingering glances across the bar, the way his fingers brushed against mine when he passed me my drink, the low chuckle when I spilled vodka down my shirt—like he was enjoying watching me squirm. And I *was* squirming. Every second under his gaze felt like torture, my dick aching in my jeans, begging for attention.

“Still clumsy as ever, Jaemin,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne—something dark and spicy, just like him. His lips curled into a smirk, and I knew he could see right through me.

I swallowed hard. “You always bring it out in me.”

He laughed, low and rough, and then his hand was on my thigh under the table, fingers pressing just shy of where I wanted them. “Let’s get out of here.”

The second the door to his apartment shut behind us, Haru had me pinned against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine. I groaned into the kiss, tasting the whiskey on his tongue, his hands already tugging my shirt up. His fingers dug into my skin, rough, claiming, like he *owned* me. And fuck, I wanted him to.

“God, look at you,” he growled, pulling back just enough to drag his teeth down my throat. “You’ve been fucking begging for it all night.”

I gasped as his knee pressed between my legs, grinding against my cock. “Yeah, and you fucking *know* it,” I panted, already rocking into the pressure.

Haru yanked my shirt off, tossing it aside before grabbing my wrists and slamming them above my head, holding me there with one hand while the other worked at my belt. “You want my cock that bad?”

“Fuck—yes. *Yes*.”

He smirked, undoing my jeans and shoving them down, my boxers following. My dick sprang free, already leaking, and Haru didn’t hesitate—he dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth in one smooth motion.

“Shit!” I arched off the wall, my hands flying to his hair, pulling hard as he swallowed me down. His tongue swirled around my cockhead, teasing the slit before he sank deeper, throat flexing around me. “Fuck, Haru—*fuck*—”

He hummed around me, the vibrations making my hips jerk, and I knew I wasn’t going to last if he kept this up. But Haru had other plans. He pulled off with a wet pop, grip tight on my ass as he stood. “Bed. *Now*.”

I barely had time to stumble back before he shoved me onto the mattress, stripping his own clothes off in seconds. His cock was thick and flushed, curving up against his stomach, and my mouth watered at the sight.

“Turn over,” he ordered, voice rough.

I flipped onto my hands and knees, hearing him rummage for lube. A second later, cold slick dripped down my crack, and I shuddered as his fingers pressed against my hole.

“Relax,” he murmured, circling my rim before pushing one finger in slowly. I groaned, already clenching around him, my cock twitching between my legs. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Just—*fucking hurry*—”

Haru chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, scissoring me open. The stretch burned, but it was good, so fucking good, and when his fingers brushed over my prostate, I nearly came right then.

“Haru—*please*—”

“Begging already?” he teased, but I could hear the strain in his voice—he was just as wrecked as I was. He pulled his fingers out, slicking up his cock before pressing the head against my hole. “Take it.”

I braced myself as he pushed in, the stretch making me gasp. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated, hips flush against my ass, both of us panting. “Fuck, Jaemin—you feel *perfect*.”

Then he pulled out and slammed back in, and I shouted, gripping the sheets as he set a brutal pace. His hips snapped against mine, cock driving deep, hitting my prostate with every thrust. I was shaking, drooling, my own dick dripping onto the sheets beneath me.

“Harder—*fuck*—right there—”

Haru’s grip tightened on my hips, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna make you come untouched,” he growled, reaching around to fist my cock. “Gonna make you scream.”

It was too much—the stretch of his cock inside me, his hand working me over, the filth pouring from his mouth. I came with a broken shout, spilling over his fingers, my body clamping down on him. Haru groaned, fucking me through it before his rhythm stuttered, his hips jerking as he came deep inside me.

We collapsed together, sticky and spent, Haru still half on top of me as he caught his breath. His lips brushed my shoulder. “Fuck. You’re *mine*.”

I grinned, turning my head to kiss him. “Yeah. I know.”