changbin, the competitive senior that was on your tennis team. he’s the team captain. and he’s pretty fucking good at tennis. like a pro. meanwhile you’ve only been playing for a year, but you’re pretty average. not bad, but not good. today your coach had you do some drills working on forehand. you were paired up with of course changbin…

you tossed the ball back and fourth using forehand. changbin was wearing a tank top and shorts, along with a cap. it was 80 degrees, sweat dripping down his biceps.

“hit harder! also swing coming down.” changbin noticed the lack of skill you had while passing it back and fourth. he rolled his eyes and approached you. changbin stood behind you, holding your wrist the right way and swinging the racket how it’s supposed to be done, his body pressing up against yours.

“and swing like this” changbin guided your ame using his, the ball made a solid return in the court. changbin slowly wrapped his toned arms around your waist, pulling you against him. he leaned into your ear, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. his hot, minty breath fanned your ear and neck. he whispered in your ear in low voice, in a suggestive manner.

“just like that….. yeah good girl you’re doing so good. keep it up.” changbin smirked, his palms splayed across your bare stomach, his grip on you was firm and possessive….