Jade Thirlwall’s Wife

⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.

⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.

A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on. 

The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.” 

Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present. 

Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why. 

“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.

“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”

The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section. 

“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves. 

Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together. 

“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.

“You are such a dork, Han.”

Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”

His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out. 

“No. What? I…uh…um…early.” 

Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…” 

“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.

Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.

Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.” 

Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.

Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain. 

This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.

Speak of the devil…

A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.

You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”

As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”

Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.

Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.

“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.

Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.” 

Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”

You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.

With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.

“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” 

You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.

You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.

Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?

“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.

“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.” 

“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”

Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.

“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.

“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?

After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh. 

“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him. 

Which Horror Character Are You?

You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.

“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.” 

“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.” 

Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, “I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.” 

“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.” 

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.

“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”

There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.

“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it. 

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

“I don’t- I can’t-”

Seungmin’s lips press to yours again soothingly. He’s still sweaty from the fan meeting, and his lips are a little wet. “It’s okay, calm down.”

You’re backstage and way too worked up. Going to the fan meeting and seeing your boyfriend in all his glory onstage was one thing, but when he walked out in that damn Diesel top? Yeah, you were sure you’d had a heart attack. You jumped his bones as soon as he walked backstage and he’d carted you off to the nearest separate dressing room to ‘calm you down’, much to the jeers of the other boys. 

There’s sweat beading onto your chest by the time you get him to stop kissing you, and you sink to your knees, breathing hot air over the front of Seungmin’s jeans. He peers down at you with a raised eyebrow, hands moving to his belt. 

“Really? Right here?” He asks, and you only nod. “You’re feeling a little filthy today, aren’t you?”

“Don’t tease me,” You huff, nose nudging his growing erection. He wraps his fist around your hair and pulls you backwards, making you look up at him. He looks ever the image of power - the choice of attire accentuates the milky skin of his arms, and his eyes are dark when he tuts at you for ogling him like that. “You look so good.”

“Behave,” He murmurs. You nod again. You can’t do anything else when he’s in a mood like this, only nod and feel the gusset of your panties sticking to your messy folds. He’s feeling strict, but if you keep pouting up at him, eyes glassy, perhaps he’ll let you have it. 

“Please,” You beg, bottom lip quivering. You’re not above crying to suck your boyfriend’s cock, and he knows that - hell, he’s made you cry over it before and probably will again. Tonight, though, it seems he’s feeling a little kinder than normal, because he lets go of your hair and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Oh, oh! Yeah, yeah, gimme, gimme-”

“Shut up,” He admonishes, eyebrows furrowed in contention. He pulls his belt from the waist of his jeans and they drop down to his thighs, stopped by the lean muscle. Only a beat passes before he lets you see it, firstly with the trimmed, pitch-black hair at his base, and then with the whole length of his cock bobbing up against the bottom of his abdomen. He’s still only half hard, a little soft when he polishes his cockhead with his hand, but it only takes a second before he’s standing at full mast. 

You can hear noises from outside the door. It only serves to make you leak more into your underwear, shifting on your knees from where you are in front of him, but you’d never wish to rush Seungmin. He stares at you while you writhe, and then finally, finally, he nods.

You know what that nod means. You’re suckling the tip in seconds. He leaks steadily for you, and you whimper around his length when he moans at your actions. You’re used to sucking him off by now, and so you start to bob your head on as much as you can fit, moving your fist to pump the part of his length that you can’t quite reach. Seungmin’s hips thrust forwards once, twice, and then he gives up, moving his hands to your head.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat,” He murmurs. He gives you enough time to pull away, but you don’t, only moaning and moving your hands to rest on his thighs. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me do that here? That’s so fucking slutty.”

Of course you are. Your jaw goes lax, and Seungmin groans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he starts to thrust. He presses into your throat over and over, making your eyes water as you gaze up at him, but the whole thing’s so hot you can’t protest. Seungmin’s normally iffy about messes but with the way you’re drooling all over his cock, you’re not sure he minds right now.

You can’t help yourself. Your hand dips underneath your skirt and starts to rub circles into your clit, through your panties and Seungmin’s oblivious for a moment. He thrusts into your mouth a few more times and it’s the wet whine you let out that gives you away - Seungmin’s eyes open, peering down at your disshevelled figure on the floor.

“Mm, don’t do all of that,” He murmurs condescendingly. His thrusts stop and he lets his shaft slide out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You’re allowed to sit there and gasp for air for a moment, but then Seungmin’s boot nudges into your knee.

The position’s a little awkward, but you spread your legs and let him push his boot underneath your skirt for you to hump into. It’s a nice gesture from Seungmin, who’s normally scathing words and even worse spankings, but then he fucks into your throat so hard it makes you gag. 

“Take it,” He huffs, and then he’s doing something ultimately worse. With his fingers intertwined in your hair, he grips your head and starts to bounce it on his cock. You’re whining hard by now, hips kicking up a fuss on your boyfriend’s shoe, and you see his eye twitch when you gag on one pull downwards with a sharp wail.

He pulls out of your mouth with a fuss. He’s quick to yank you up by your hair, pulling you over to the nearest vanity to bend you over. You don’t mind - you’re embarrassingly eager, actually, letting your knees fall apart to show your man the mess you’ve made of yourself. His hand moves to your hair to push your skirt over your ass. The cold air hitting the sodden fabric of your underwear has you keening, pushing your ass backwards. You can’t see yourself from your position, tummy down on the vanity table and face buried in your arms, but you know you must look like a certain debauched type of picture. 

“You wanted me that bad, huh?” He muses, thumb sweeping over your core. You whimper, nodding with a twitch of your leg, and then Seungmin’s yanking your panties to the side. Before you can squeal, to make a noise to acknowledge him, he’s sinking his whole length in you at once. “There you go. You’ve got it now, feel it, whore. Feels good?”

“Feels s’good,” You slur, drool slicking your bottom lip just from the stretch of him. Seungmin’s longer than he is thick but he’s still enough to have your pussy throbbing, clit aching for stimulation from the feeling of him pressing at your walls. “Feels g-good, fuck me, fuck me- please, please, guh- gotta-”

“Yeah, okay,” He sighs, as if he’s annoyed, and then he’s rutting into you so hard you swear your eyes cross. Seungmin groans and grunts with each gush of your pussy around him, and when his hand moves to your hair again, he’s yanking your face out of its safe haven. “Look at yourself. Fucking look at that.”

You have to. Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and you’re drooling so hard it’s affected some of your makeup. Your cheeks are flushed, obvious that it spreads down your neck and to your chest, and you’re still fucking your hips backwards to try and get more of him. 

“Please,” You watch yourself say it, lips kiss-bitten and broken. “Please give it to me harder, Seungminnie, I need it.”

“You need it?” He questions, just to watch you nod so hard you look like a dumb little bobblehead. “Okay. Don’t take it back, then.” 

His confidence would be sickening if it isn’t for the way he starts to fuck into you so hard you squeal. His mushroom tip kicks into your cervix with every thrust, and you can see him gritting his teeth with the speed of it all. He’s still holding your hair, and you watch yourself finally begin to cry, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. 

You whine and writhe, and Seungmin’s other hand goes to your ass to keep you down, laid flat for him. Your nipples are so hard through your shirt that it’s starting to hurt, and when you shift your hips again, he hits a spot so good that you sob wetly.

“There! There, there, there, please don’t- don’t stop, Seungmin, I’ll fucking cum,” You babble, and your eyes finally fall shut. Seungmin doesn’t reprimand you for it, only continuing his pistoning into that same exact spot that has you babbling out profanities and half-spoken words. “Yeah. Yeah! There, there, fucking- I’ll cum so good, I’ll cum so-”

“I know you will, f-fucking whore,” His voice is faltering, and you know he’s getting close. “Cum for me. Shut up and just fucking cum.”

It explodes behind your eyes. Your toes curl with it and you gush and wail on Seungmin’s cock, walls fluttering so deliciously around the slick slide. He helps you ride it out, hand now pulling you backwards with each thrust, and then he’s letting go of your hair so unceremoniously it falls with a thud back to your arms.

You’re just panting now, pussy still clenching down on your boyfriend through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Seungmin starts to chase his high. It only takes a few ridiculously fast thrusts for him to finish, and he pumps you full of his cum easily with a loud groan. 

He slips out of you and you let out a whimper, causing him to make his own answering, mock-whimper in response. You hear him shuffling about behind you and when you finally open your eyes, tilting your head towards him, he’s looking for tissues with his wet cock in his hand. 

“Seungminnie,” You giggle, kicking your feet. The action only causes his cum to drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, and you groan in disdain, immediately halting his movements. 

she’d consider you the Best Neighbor Ever even if you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, but that certainly adds to it. 

your relationship is a rather recent development, still giddy new and sweet. 

changbin finds herself in this predicament after your dates together. this one is special though. it’s valentine’s day, and she’s spent it at your house, surrounded by you and your enticing scent. 

she’s good at flirting; she knows she is. quick to give affection and even quicker to give compliments, but you giving them back? you reciprocating her flirting remarks and touches and gazes? it’s all too much. 

the tension makes her ache, always sends her home with soaking wet panties and a throbbing clit after you kiss her farewell on the corner of her mouth. 

she knows what she’ll be doing the second she gets home and pulls her pretty dress off, and you know it too. changbin also knows that you’ll be settled on your bed and waiting by the time her bath water warms up. 

her ornate, freestanding bathtub has an equally ornate window right beside it. changbin usually leaves her curtains in place, but when she wants to relax, she opens them wide so the natural light floods the bathroom while she settles into her bath. more often than not now, her curtains find themselves open. 

it just so happens that your second-story bedroom has a bird’s eye view, and you like to leave your curtains drawn open too. 

changbin takes her time getting ready. pulling her hair from her ponytail and fluffing the long, wavy curls over her broad shoulders. taking her earrings out. steam is already filling the bathroom and causing her honeyed skin to flush. she makes sure to move closer to the window as she slowly pulls her pink dress over her head. changbin’s heart pounds, blood rushing in her ears with the promise of you watching her. 

she was a naughty girl earlier. the fabric of her slip dress surely was too thin for her to wear a bra, right? you’d see the lines through it, and she didn’t want that. of course that’s the only reason why. so she decided against it, ever aware of her puffy nipples peeking through the silky fabric while you laughed and talked together. you were so sweet to her, made sure to keep your eyes as far away from her ample chest as possible, locking eyes or gazing fondly at her smile instead. 

she saw your subtle glances at her chest though, and even thinking of it now makes her preen all over again. you can look all you want; she wants you to look. 

that’s what makes her focus on the present again, the thrill of having you watch her. changbin wonders what you’ll think when you realize she wasn’t wearing panties under her little dress either, when you realize you could have slid your hand up her thigh and touched her bare if you wanted. she would have spread her legs for you right there at your kitchen table.

the bath water is warm when she steps into it, and she reclines back onto the curve of the tub, legs stretching out to rest on the other end. the ends of her hair dip into the warm water. she relaxes for a moment, purposely slowing her breathing to try and calm her racing heart. if she looks through her window and up, she’d see you lounging snugly on your bed. she won’t look though; it’s not time to break the illusion yet, and changbin continues to relax before sitting up and lathering her washcloth in soap to really get the show started. 

she can be thorough later tonight when she takes an actual shower, this bath is all for show. 

changbin squeezes the washcloth above her chest until soapy water cascades down the swell of her breasts. the cloth is set aside, and her hands immediately find her full breasts to spread the suds. her head thunks against the lip of the tub, back bowing sharply while her hands slip and slide on her tits. she pinches at her peaked nipples, and that’s when her mouth falls open in a moan loud enough to echo throughout the open concept of her bathroom. 

she’s not even playing it up for you, it really feels that good. 

“o-oh, oh,” changbin whimpers, making a point to tug and twist at her nipples until her fingers slip, just to do it again. 

water sloshes as she wriggles in the tub. if only you were there to keep her in place. if only you were there behind her, legs draped over her thighs to make her take it like a good girl should. 

the thought’s too much, so she parts her legs. 

the water’s just warm enough that it sends a shock to her clit, and she’s quick to dip her hand into the water and rub it with the tips of her fingers. it’s already so swollen, that’s what you do to her, protruding slightly from between the meat of her pussy lips. she throws her legs over the sides of the tub. 

what a picture she must make. legs spread wide and dripping water down onto her bath mat, fingers rubbing slowly at her sensitive clit, breasts slick and sudsy with residual soap. 

she hopes it’s a pretty enough picture that you touch yourself to it. changbin’s not here to get off with her fingers though, and she doesn’t want to keep you waiting too long. 

while she plays with her clit, she drops one of her legs back under the water and pulls the drain plug with her toes. so sexy, she thinks to herself, and it makes her giggle. she’s so focused on pinching at her engorged clit that it takes her a few seconds to notice the drain gurgling as it swallows the last of the water. 

her fingers give one last rub to that sweet little spot, and then she’s scooting forward to turn on the faucet again, water bill be damned. changbin tests her fingers under the water to check the temperature, and it’s perfect. now she can really get started. 

it takes a bit of maneuvering, but she likes it best when she works for her pleasure. the stream of warm water cascades over her stomach while she perches her legs on either side of the faucet; her arms find the sides of the tub, and she uses the strength in her core to push up so that she’s closer to the flow of water. 

“mommy!” she cries, and the water beats down directly onto her puffy clit. “s-s-so- so sensitive. binnie’s so sensitive.” 

her body rolls, back bowing and hips grinding into the pressure of the warm water. she’s lucky she has enough strength in her core and her arms like this to hold her up despite how hazy her mind is with pleasure. if she angles her hips just right, the water hits her clit just where she needs it to. 

she wants to look through her window so bad, but the suspense is part of what makes your little neighborly post-date tradition so damn good. if she looks, what will she see? you love to switch it up just as much as she does. 

are you using a toy? fucking your pretty pussy with a dildo or using a vibe on your clit? maybe you’re using your fingers instead to get yourself off. you could be grinding on the nose of your teddy bear or humping a pillow.

and- oh god, that thought has changbin’s clit positively throbbing under the flow of water. a broken keen leaves her lips. her strong thighs flex as she bucks her hips. 

“gonna cum so hard, mommy,” changbin whimpers. 

she never lasts long like this despite how hard she tries to hold it. the pressure of the water feels too good. it’s so warm, and she feels so slutty knowing that you’re watching her get off like this and hopefully getting off on it too. 

that’s what does her in. changbin’s thighs shake when she cums, eyes rolling pitifully up towards the ceiling as that sweet warmth builds in the pit of her belly. her hips buck frantically against the stream of water, arms threatening to give out as her pussy throbs through its orgasm. 

changbin lets the water overstimulate her for as long as she can handle, and it’s not until her legs are forcing themselves shut around the faucet that she finally, carefully, lowers herself back into the tub. the chill of the slippery porcelain is a shock against her warm back, and she arches once more to give you one final show. 

her eyes slit open, and she can’t help but bring her hands back up to her chest to tug on her pebbled nipples. that’s when she looks up, finally looks out her window and into your bedroom where you’re… 

not there? 

you’re not curled up in your bed as she expects you to be, like you usually are when you watch her get off for you. 

disappointment coils in her stomach, and changbin pouts. she needs to get out. she needs to dry off and put on her fuzzy robe and sit on her couch while she overthinks for the rest of the day. 

did you not like it? did you even watch at all? 

changbin would have made herself cum either way, but it’s always better when you’re watching her. when you’re keeping an eye on her. 

she’s pulled out of her thoughts by a rapid knock at her door. it’s a wonder she heard it from her bathroom, but she’s quick to pull on her robe and scuttle to the fourier to look through the peephole of her front door. 

the breath catches in her throat, and she throws open the door before you can raise your hand to knock again. 

you can’t fucking take it anymore. 

looking isn’t enough. you need to touch her beautiful body, feel the warmth of her skin. 

you’ve never considered yourself a particularly lucky person, but there has to be an abundance of it on your side for this to happen to you so frequently now. the buildup of it all still makes your head spin. 

it started off sweet and mild one morning while you both had your curtains open. changbin was rushing to put her makeup on in her bathroom vanity for work, and you had just woken up. you both jumped when you noticed each other through your windows, giving shy smiles and waves before continuing on. 

weeks went by and you got to know each other, you went on dates, it was only a matter of time before the peculiar placement of your windows caused these little daily meetings to progress. 

your flirting had turned borderline sexual after a date one night, the tension had you both touchy and giggly. you’d kissed her slowly on the cheek when she left to walk the short trek home, her silhouette illuminated by the light of your porch you refused to turn off until you saw your girl get safely inside. 

you had changed into pajamas and climbed into bed, hoping to text her a little bit before going to sleep, but changbin’s bathroom light flickering on caught your attention. that was the first time you ever saw her naked. you knew she knew, her eyes locked on yours through her window before she bit her lip and took her clothes off, slowly but surely, before sauntering away to take a shower that you didn’t have the pleasure of viewing. 

other people might think you’ve missed a few steps in your relationship, but you think it works just fine. it’s getting to be too much though, watching her without touching her yourself. it’s driving you crazy. today should be the day. it’s valentine’s day after all, you’ve already wooed her with a hearty lunch. you’ve already called her beautiful and kissed her pretty lips. you’ve already seen her cum.

changbin is exquisite. the way her body arches and curves while she pleasures herself in the bathtub has your fingers speeding up in your panties while you watch her. she’s spread out like a feast, you can see everything. 

the way the water rushes over her big clit has your mouth watering. you need it in your mouth, need to feel it throb on your tongue while her thighs shake on either side of your head. you’d hold her down until she’s begging. 

watching her cum is the last straw. you follow with your own orgasm the second you see her eyes roll to the ceiling in bliss and the way her body trembles. 

you stumble a bit when you throw yourself from your bed, legs still baby deer shaky from your orgasm. you barely manage to slip on a pair of slippers before grabbing your keys and pounding on changbin’s door before you can think twice. 

you need her, and you need her now. 

changbin opens the door before you can knock again, and you’re immediately pulled inside by the hands and kissed breathless. she pushes you gently until your back meets the wood of her door. 

“sweet girl,” you mumble against her lips. “sweet girl.” 

she whines but gives you a confirmatory little nod. 

“i- i came for you, did you see? you weren’t there when i looked. was i okay?” you cup her cheeks in your hands while she talks, and her eyes shine when she looks into yours. 

“you were perfect, changbinnie, you always are. i just needed to touch you, i couldn’t wait anymore, that’s- that’s all. i literally ran here.” 

“you ran?” there’s that smile. she leans forward again until your lips press together. you’re smiling too. 

of course you ran. you’d be crazy not to run. you’d walk barefoot over hot coals as long as changbin waits for you with open arms on the other side. 

“i fucking ran, seo changbin.” that pulls a giggle out of her, muffled by her tongue slipping warm and wet into your mouth. you could stay here forever, you think, held safe in her strong arms and backed against her pink door until your legs give out. you’d rather get her in bed though, and she whimpers when you tell her just that. 

“you must want me a lot,” she smirks, sexy-confident again as she guides you by the hand to her bedroom. 

you show her just how much you want her when you bury your face between her legs when you do get her in bed, suck suck sucking on her puffy clit while she runs her thick fingers through your hair. 

“you’ll cum again for me, won’t you binnie girl?” 

“yes!” she wails. “i’ll cum again!” 

changbin must still be so sensitive. she came not too long ago, water beating down on her poor clit until it couldn’t help but cum. now, you soothe it with your tongue, batting at it gently and sucking it as deep in your mouth as it’ll go. 

her legs thrash when you pinch her clit between your thumb and index finger too, tongue still flicking deftly at it while you rhythmically pinch it between your fingers. changbin keens high in her throat when you use your free hand to pin down one of her legs. 

“i- i’ll cum. binnie’s a- a good girl, can i?” she asks for your permission so sweetly, and it’s not like you’d tell her no anyways. not yet. the way she humps against your face has you reeling, and you want her to cum just as badly as she wants to. 

“cum as much as you want sweetheart, but only if you call me what you did earlier, okay?” your lips and chin are slick when you pull away to speak. “i read your lips, you know, and i want to hear you say it.” 

it’s like a dam breaks; she knows exactly what word you’re talking about. changbin trembles, and despite her strength, she holds your head gently in her hands when you bring your mouth back to her cunt. 

“hnnn, m- mommy! mommy, i’m cumming, ‘m cumming!” 

you feel it when she does, just like you fantasized about. you feel her clit throb in your mouth, and changbin nearly squeals as you keep sucking on it while she rides out her orgasm. you already knew she cums beautifully, but seeing it, feeling it, is like a dream. 

you press one last kiss to her pussy when the thrusts of her hips slow down, and you don’t even bother wiping your lips and chin before sitting back on your heels. changbin looks like a goddess laying there, curly hair fanned out like a halo around her and flushed chest glistening with sweat. you’d barely managed to untie her robe before you went down on her, and changbin sluggishly tugs her arms from its fuzzy sleeves. 

she sits up abruptly though, and you let her manhandle you where she wants you. 

that’s how you end up naked with your legs spread and your cunt pressed against hers, reclining back on your palms. 

this is… a first. you always wondered if it would even feel good, or if it’s just sexily over exaggerated in the porn you like to watch. being pressed against changbin’s sticky wet pussy though has you realizing that you never want to stop. maybe it’s just good because it’s changbin. 

“oh my fucking god,” you moan. her clit catches yours perfectly because it’s so big, creating stimulation so perfect that it makes you antsy. changbin’s leg almost vibrates from where it’s underneath one of yours. 

“ohhh my fucking god,” changbin echoes. “mommy. mommy, oh my god.” 

it’s easy to grind against each other like this. the slide is slick, so wet it’s nearly sloppy, and changbin grips at your knee like she’ll die if she lets go. 

it just gets wetter the more you grind together, and changbin’s plush hips are bucking so sharply you just know she’s close again. you’re close yourself, keyed up from making your girl cum hard and feeling her soaking pussy against yours now. 

“wanna see you cum for me again, binnie,” you breathe. your breasts jiggle with the impact of your combined thrusts. 

“i will! i will, i promise. binnie will cum for you some more.”

it incredible, both of your hips jerk together quickly now with your shared need to cum. changbin reaches her hand down and rubs her thumb against the hood of your clit, pulling it back slightly so her clit can fuck against yours even better. 

“changbinnie, who made your pretty clit so hard, huh?” 

and it really is. hard. throbbing and hot and so ready to cum for you. 

“you did! mommy did, i’m so- oh, i’m gonna cum. please, i can’t hold it! cum, please cum too! pleeeease, please, y-yeobo.” 

she’s so sensitive, even more so from cumming twice today, and it’s easy for her to cum against the slide of your cunt. you feel her throb against you, and you finally succumb to the pleasure yourself. you buck against each other until it becomes too much; changbin flops down against her bed, running shaky fingers through her hair. 

you peel your thighs from hers and move to cuddle against her side. she wraps a strong arm around your shoulder and kisses where she can reach. your neck, your shoulder. 

“mommy.” 

“hm?” you hum. her sweet voice calling you that even sweeter name. what a day. 

Your oxygen deprived lungs didn't seem to care that you weren't breathing, it was like he was a poison that your body welcomed on- gave in on its own. Just kneeled down and practically said fucking take me. Pathetic, you were an overseas agent for fucks sake- not some.. some hormonal teenager.

He'd seen right through you. You were his prey.

As good as he was, you'd been interrogated enough to spot underlying questions, to deprive your answers of evidential information- he wouldn't get anything out of you like this. He'd have to try harder.

He smiled, pushing his thumb under your chin to close your mouth after he pulled away from your lips- stepping backwards into his suite and leaving you stood in the doorway.

Minho peeled his coat off of himself and shrugged it onto a passing chair as he kept walking. He hadn't made any effort to get anything out of you so far, he already knew this wasn't enough.

Part of you wanted to know how far he'd go, what he'd be willing to do for what he wanted.

A lot of you wanted to know how far he'd go.

Two can play at this game Mr Lee.

He took a sip of a glass of wine he swiped off of the table as he went past, easily undoing the buttons of his waistcoat with his other hand- gesturing his head for you to join him.

The man chuckled, pulling at the fastening of his tie as you sauntered forward, eyes on the way you moved in that dress. "Silver looks good on you."

"Yeah?" You asked, unwraveling the silk scarf from around your neck- about to drop it on the floor until he held out his palm.

"Definitely," he smirked, twirling it around both of his wrists before draping it behind you, suddenly pulling taut on the fabric to force your body against his.

"Well you certainly belong in a suit." You coyly trailed your fingers from his sternum to the bottom of his chin, featherlight touches as you danced under his jaw, reaching to the back of his neck into his hair.

He tilted his head back, letting you run your tongue over his exposed skin- kissing from his throat to his collarbone. "You won't get whatever you're trying to get out of me," you whispered into him, "I'm smarter than that Mr Lee."

"Please, call me Minho," he hummed, using the satin wrap to flip your back onto his chest.

He pulled the scarf back up your torso, slowly reaching your chest before it jumped onto your neck- tugging your head backwards onto his shoulder. The mafioso immediately took the opportunity to nip at your skin, passing one end of the fabric into your hand so he could hold your hip.

"What makes you think I want something out of you?" He asked softly, sucking obnoxious little marks into anywhere he could reach. "Hiding something from the Mafia?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"As a matter of fact I would," he chuckled, releasing you from his grip to pull you along. You twirled and span with the silk, letting Minho catch the small of your back as you fell backwards into him.

His puckish grin had your knees weak, you felt like prey in his arms.

His.. everything, fuck, it wasn't supposed to feel like this. You weren't supposed to get butterflies from the way he held you, from the way his lips grazed yours, from the low hums he was letting out as he kissed you. None of it.

"Mm," you murmured between breaths, grabbing fists of his hair in an attempt to draw him even closer to you.

He pulled the both of you back up, taking the last remaining steps until your calves hit the soft duvet before collapsing down on it together- easily holding himself above you. You bit your lip into a smile.

"Would you mind if I took this dress off of you?" He asked, running a finger under the hem of the front.

"Not at all, Mr Lee."

"What did I say?" He purred, leaning down into your ear. "That's Minho, to you."

"Alright, Minho," you breathed, his tone shuddering down your spine in a very obvious display of arousal.

"Lean up for me." He said, curling his arm underneath you so that he could slowly peel down the zip of your dress. "Perfect."

The lower it moved, the more Minho could reach his head down the front- running his tongue through the middle of your breasts until he finally pulled the dress down your legs.

Gently your back touched the bed again, and he stood straight- a coy smile on his lips as he admired your body before turning to hold up the dress.

You pressed into your elbows, watching him amble over to the open wardrobe- finding a coat hanger to slip into the arms. "What are you doing?"

"Can't crease such a pretty thing," he spoke softly, the words weren't even about you.. but fuck did they make your heart pump.

"Do you keep all your partners waiting like this?"

He chuckled, hanging the dress onto the pole before he started strolling back to you. "You think I do this often?"

"There's no way you don't," you scoffed, letting his body trap you in place- a hand either side of you, breath hitching when his knee pushed between your legs. "You're just too good."

"Believe it or not I don't sleep with people as an interrogation method on a regular basis," he laughed, dancing his fingers down the sides of your torso. "I can usually get it out sooner."

"And what if you don't get anything at all," you asked, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, "what will you do with me then?"

You slid the fabric off of his shoulders, trailing your nails over his soft skin- admiring his lean physique with awe. Hooking a finger under his choker, you pulled him down, letting your breath mix with his as your mouths hovered millimetres between eachothers.

"You belong to me until the morning beautiful.."

Fuck.

"..I'll get what I want."

Fuck.

He waited for you to push up, trying to connect your lips before he placed his index finger over your mouth, a satisfied smirk donning his features.

Standing again, he inched his hands down to your legs- a firm grip on your thighs as he pulled your body so that your hips were aligned with the edge of the mattress and slipped your underwear off.

Minho pryed your legs apart, wrenching a gasp from your throat with the unexpected action while he put them over his shoulders.

He slid onto his knees, the grin on his face with the eye contact was making your stomach swirl, and the feel of his raspy voice on the skin of your thighs as he kissed closer and closer. You were so wrapped up in the feel of him you didn't even realise he was speaking until he stopped.

"Mr- Minho?" You asked, leaning onto your elbows- faced with him already alert and looking up at you.

"Aren't you paying attention?" He taunted jokingly, and you bashfully shook your head. "I said is it okay for me to keep going?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "yeah of course."

He only smiled, bright eyes narrowing in on your reaction as his thumb drew gentle circles over your clit.

Your head fell back with a gasp, basking in the feel of his gentle pleasure with your eyes shut- you didn't get to see him dip between your legs and draw a long flat line through your pussy with his tongue. He ripped a moan from your throat, your shoulders pushing your back into a small arch as you breathed in.

"I saw you," he nipped at your thigh. "I saw you watching us."

Your job was to infiltrate, to gain their trust, eventually with the long term goal of shutting down their operation. But for now you were just supposed to relay information. Your bosses told you not to push it, this was the first big event you were properly attending- the mafia wouldn't know you.

They'd be wary, so of course you should've kept a low profile. You should've gradually worked your way up, and you tried, but Lee Minho.. fuck, nothing escaped his gaze apparently.

"Why shouldn't I watch someone as h-handsome as you?"

You just wanted to identify them, get a face for your names.

Just the inner circle.

Christopher Bang, the young leader of the mafia- not to be underestimated. You hadn't seen him nor his bodyguard Changbin make an appearance.

You'd seen Hyunjin and Jisung, the weapons operatives, and you were pretty sure that you could identify Felix by his strikingly blue hair despite his high mafia status.

No more than that, because you didn't get very far before Lee Minho caught your attention. He was watching you back.

You'd been warned about him, second in command, he liked to meddle.

He chuckled, "don't play dumb, I want to know why you're here."

You released a shaky breath as he went back to licking and sucking your clit- giving you time to mull over his statement. Your whole operation would be blown if he knew why you were here.

Would it be the worst thing in the world?

He already knows you're not to be trusted. He already knows you've got something to hide.

He smirked into your skin when your hips bucked into his fingers as he slowly slid two into you- shallowly teasing you by going no further than the first knuckle.

You moaned breathlessly, spurring him to give you more but he didn't. Of course he didn't. His tongue only traced around your clit, never getting close enough for any release- but keeping you on your toes with the sensation.

What he was waiting for was obvious.

"I'm supposed to infiltrate," you whispered ashamedly- struck by how easy it was for him to coax that out of you.

"Good girl," he hummed approvingly, pushing his fingers deep inside and stroking against that spot inside you as your reward.

Oh fuck, he couldn't call you that could he? That's cheating.

"Minho," you breathed, the end of his name breaking off into a whimper as his teeth closed around your clit teasingly- soothing the slight pain by sucking and making your legs tremble around his head.

"Why are you infiltrating the mafia, pretty thing?"

His ministrations slowed down again and you knew he was expecting another answer but you couldn't give him any more.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

"No? Can't say?" He spoke gently, "tell you what, I'll talk, and you nod if you hear something that sounds familiar, alright?"

He didn't give you a second to process the statement before he flicked your clit, gaining a shocked gasp that he took as affirmation instead.

"Judging by your accent, you're not from around here, hm?"

You nodded, and he started to pump his long fingers in and out of you faster again.

"You're from overseas." He said to himself- not needing your affirmative to connect the dots.

Lee Minho was smart, you're sure just by nodding at his statements he could deduce your entire act but you couldn't bring yourself to care when he was knuckle deep inside you.

You'd known that he would be trouble even before you arrived in Korea.

Then when you caught him paying acute attention to what you were doing across the hall you knew something was up. You dipped away, needing to get out of his line of sight, so you shuffled yourself through groups people you didn't recognise until you had a different view of the inner circle.

He was no longer there.

Your heart dropped as you quickly scanned the faces of the people around you, waiting for him to pounce, for him to expose everything.

"Now I'm guessing this whole thing has something to do with the expansion rumours?"

You nodded again, and he tapped your thigh twice approvingly.

"And.. you need to find out if they're more than just rumours, yes?"

You nodded vigorously once more, your hands struggling to find a place to ground you- fighting to ball up the covers within your fists as Minho's fingers pulled your closer and closer towards your orgasm.

"M-Minho.." you whimpered, bordering on asking him nicely to just keep going. "Please."

You didn't know whether he felt you were giving him enough information for you to cum yet. You didn't know whether he would stop or not.

You certainly didn't expect your first interaction with the man to be watching in shock as he took your hand gently in his, pressing your knuckles to his hips gently after he had emerged with a smirk from the crowds behind you.

"Why don't I know you?" He asked, and you foolishly thought for a second that he didn't know a thing. That he was just intrigued by you.

Wrong, of course. You knew you shouldn't have let him seduce you, couldn't let him get his claws in you. But his sweet words and charisma lowered your inhibitions quicker than you'd thought was possible and he'd roped you up to his room in no time like a snake wrapping around its prey.

"I'm not sure who'd be bold enough to send an agent undercover, though.." he hummed more to himself this time. "Do you need to cum yet? I expect you to ask permission."

"Yes, yeah, fuck.. please, can I cum?"

He smiled at your clear submission to him and resumed rubbing circles over your clit.

Your hands tangled in his hair, feeling a little out of place tugging on such a dangerous man like you had no regard for your life- but he only chuckled and rubbed you faster.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, show me you can follow orders."

Your orgasm washed over you gradually but rapidly- prolonged by the fact that Minho didn't stop after you'd finished whispering 'thank you's and waited until your legs were trembling against his head with overstimulation before he pulled away.

You gently pulled him up on the bed by his hair, gasping when you felt his bulge press into you- hot and heavy, and with no shame as he smiled.

"Want to thank me properly?"

You nodded, softly pressing him down into the bed where you had just been, sitting on his thick thighs as you undid the fly on his suit pants.

You pulled them down enough for you to reach his boxers and let his cock spring free. Swallowing hard, your eyes drank in the size of him- wondering how you were going to fit that.. anywhere?

Minho grinned, telling you to go ahead with a flick of his wrist.

And who were you to keep him waiting?

Your hand gingerly wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, failing to keep your eyes off his pretty pink tip as it leaked beads of precum with every stroke. Your thumb swiped over the top and used it to reduce the friction.

Minho groaned at the feel of your soft hand around him. You looked up, choking down a gasp as you watched him sucking your juices off of his fingers.

"Use your mouth," he hummed, softly releasing shaky breaths with his eyes closed.

You nodded, not that he would see, and slid further down his legs so that your mouth was just above his cock. You let a dribble of spit fall down onto his tip and amplifyied the lude sound of your hand stroking him, biting your lip and wondering if he really expected you to fit this all in your mouth.

Did he?

You licked a stripe from the base all the way up, working around to try and cover all of him at once so to distract him from the fact you weren't going to be able to suck him off properly.

Your free hand fondled with his balls as you swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum and humming softly.

You repeated the steps and licked a little lower, pointing your tongue and tracing a vein on the underside of his cock that made him drawl out a long groan and buck his hips. You smiled, using more of your spit to lube up your hand before you swirled around once and, closing your lips around his tip and sucking hard.

"Fuck," he groaned, opening his eyes to fix a lazy gaze on you.

Minho watched, catching his bottom lip in between his two rows of teeth, collecting the hair that was falling into your face in a makeshift bun that he held on top of your head in a fist.

His hips canted up in time with your hand, absentmindedly pushing your mouth down further onto his cock- moaning under his breath that he was close, until you suddenly stopped.

A line of saliva connected you to his tip, and when you looked up he met your eyes with a hardened icy stare.

You quickly climbed up his body, placing an apologetic and somewhat frantic kiss on his jaw, eager to get him inside of you.

And eager for him to not look at you like he was ready to show you the violent side of his mafia reputation.

"Want you to cum inside," you muttered, bracing your hands over his broad chest and positioning your entrance over him. "I can't get pregnant."

He almost growled under his breath as he reached down to fist his cock, the other hand moving from your hair to hold your jaw in an unrelenting grip- forcing you to look and watch as he placed his tip inside of you.

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut- ready for him.

"Open your eyes."

And your eyes were wide open.

You didn't want to mess with him when he sounded like that, mad and horny and angry that you edged him. But god was it fucking hot.

He bucked his hips up, grabbing hold on your waist and shoving you down all in one- bottoming straight out in your pussy.

You were convinced he might've hit your cervix.

"Minho! Wait, s-slow down!"

The mans nails dug deep into your sides, branding you like you were his property and making you hiss out. He set an unrelenting pace and relished in the sounds of your screams.

"You need to fucking tell me who you work for."

How could you even concentrate on that when he was hitting every spot and more inside of you?

Thinking about work?

You could barely think about anything other than his thick cock splitting you in half.

He slapped your ass hard, ripping a squeal from your throat.

When you still didn't answer he started a torturous rite of striking the same spot with his large, unforgiving hand after every thrust of his hips. How he was religiously getting the same spot escaped you- all you could think about was how it hurt.

It hurt so good.

Tears began to spill from your eyes and you couldn't even consider wiping them away before they dripped onto his skin.

Minho scoffed. "You know how to make it stop."

The hand pinning your body to his snaked down to toy with your clit- leaving you to bounce on your own but you didn't dare disrupt his rythym. It was so fucking good.

It was all so fucking good, the pain mixing into pleasure, the pleasure so white hot it could've been mistaken for pain.

"M-Min.. cum.. need to cum!"

"Tell me, and I'll let you."

You shook your head vigorously, falling forwards to splay your hands over his broad chest. Your hair blurred your view of him, and his fingers rubbing over your clit faster than any human should possibly be able to blurred everything.

Fuck, fuck.

Your nails dug into his skin and your teeth crushed your bottom lip as you felt the familiar feeling of your limbs starting to tense up.

"Please, please, p-please," you started to mutter like a mantra, begging him to let you off this once.

He didn't, of course, and when both of his hands cruelly held you stationary in the air to let your bubbling orgasm drift away you struggled against his grip, but you were obviously no match for his strength.

You choked out a sob, the only advantage of the situation being the fog in your mind clearing because of your ruined climax.

This was getting too close. He was getting too close.

Suddenly he pushed up, holding you against him with one hand as he carried you over to the floor in front of the mirror.

"Lean down" he barked, "on your knees."

And so you did, looking through at how small you looked against him right now. The mafioso folded over you, pressing your shoulders down further to the floor so that your ass reached further in the air, you instinctively went to lay your head on the floor but he gently tugged your hair up.

"Make sure you're watching" he smirked. "I want you to see how good I could make you feel if you told me."

Satisfied that your head wasn't going to drop as soon as he let go, Minho snaked his arms around your torso. He pinched your nipples, twisting and tugging as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He seemed hell bent on drawing this one out. You assumed he was a hard and fast type of guy by how erratically he was driving his hips into you earlier- even being underneath it was quite impressive how he took over your body. But currently, he only smiled into your neck, gently biting down on my skin as he took it nice and slow with his thrusts, pausing every time he bottomed out to draw out whines and moans by playing with the hard nubs on either side of your chest.

You rocked your hips on his dick, urging him to just keep fucking going instead of teasing you like this. Having already came and being so close, he knew that it wouldn't take much to get you there again, and now he was just playing with you- finding it amusing how he's keeping you on edge as he gets off so fucking slowly.

"Stop it Minho," you commanded, but he only chuckled- thrusting up quickly to make you moan but only once, taking a nipple in his fingers and twisting to work mewls out of your throat as he repeated the motion with both hands. "Please."

"Why should I?"

"I'm so c-close! Fuck, stop playing with m-!"

Minho slipped his fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck and he'd start moving again. So you did, you sucked on his fingers like it was the only thing you were made for- groaning into them as he progressively started sliding in and out again tantalisingly slowly. But it was over as soon as it started, your string of cusswords directed towards him only made him smile teasingly as he kept lapping at the skin on your neck.

Taking out his fingers, he thanked you, gliding the saliva over your sensitive chest, curling them around your nipples again as he rolled them between his fingers. Oh god did it feel amazing, he sure was good at this, too bad he's such a fucking tease.

"I bet I can make you cum just by doing this, I wouldn't even have to move."

"Oh shit, Minho, please.."

Even the suggestion made you want to beg him for something.

Everytime you tried to roll my hips or lean back into him, just to get any sort of friction- the brunette thrust forward with so much vigour that it knocked the energy out of you each time.

Forcing you to hold your quivering body still as he fucked you at his own pace.

"So.." he started, "are you gonna tell me who you work for?"

He loved watching how desperate you were for him to move, how desperate you were for just another inch of his cock- it fueled his ego to no extent. He locked eyes with you in the mirror, smirking as he worked you under his long fingers, his own orgasm building up from being inside you as you clenched around him.

The way your mouth hung open, scared to respond because your mind was too hazy, you didn't want to reveal anything else- it drove him crazy.

"I can do this forever." He smiled.

"Don't Minho, please, I-"

"Can't take it?"

"It's too much- ah."

"Is it now?" He hummed, faking an understanding look. "Come on, I know you want that pussy destroyed baby, I can do that if you just tell me."

Your face lit up in a reddish colour and you ducked your head to take his eyes off of your face but he only chuckled, tugging your head back up by the hair.

"Tell me who you work for," he said, malice dropping from every word.

"I- I can't!"

"Fine" he said, tauntingly pulling himself out until only the tip remained inside of you. "Last chance?"

Oh how you wanted to fucking go down on that dick right now, cream all over it until he painted your insides white.

"I can't fucking tell you anything."

He tutted disappointedly, holding his length in his hands and starting to run his hand along it. You whined at the absence of him, you'd prefer to be a god damn cockwarmer than having to watch him get himself off and just stay here with this stupid ache.

"Min-"

He interupted with a brute smack across your ass in the same position as before- one that you're sure will have turnt a very angry red mark into a hand shaped bruise by the morning. "Ah ah, no moving, you had your chance"

Oh shit, that was hot-

"I'm gonna cum all over your back and if you haven't told me by then.. I'll leave you like this"

Your lips were tightly sewn shut, but the longer it went the more you started to believe him. Would he seriously leave you? After getting you all worked up like this?

But oh fuck if he looked good doing anything it was this. Somehow the sight of it was.. it was really sexy. His flushed cheeks and parted lips, the knowing eye contact as he watched you watch him through the mirror. That way his eyes ran across your body- it didn't take long until his strokes became uneven- his chest flying up and down with each breath.

"Fuck! Fuck!" You whined, just as he came, spouting his orgasm all over your back and ass. "Rosario!"

He crouched, running his finger along where you were silently pleading for attention, and then placing it on his lips as he sucked it.

"Did you get wetter after watching me jerk off? You're so unbelievable, so naughty."

"Can't you just fucking stick your cock in me now," you moaned, trying to come off commanding- but probably failing. "I did what you wanted."

"Mmm, it was a little too close for my liking, I should really make you beg for it.."

He ran his tip through your folds, still wet with his cum- making you sigh with relief at even that amount of stimulation. You were past the point of caring now, you just wanted him to fuck you until you cried and if you had to beg him so be it.

"Please let me have your cock Minho I- I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I'm sorry! I just need you inside of me, I want you to fuck me properly, fuck me into the floor, fuck me until I can't walk! Shit, please M-Min-ah!"

He pushed slowly inside of you, both hands on your hips as he went until his were touching yours. "Did I say stop?"

"S-sorry, fuck you feel so good in me.. f-fuck, fuck rougher! Pull my hair, please would you go faster Minho!"

He chuckled, entertaining your requests and making you scream in pleasure as he finally rammed himself into you so hard that you could barely hear any moans over the clashing of your hips together.

He grabbed fistfuls of your hair, calling you all types of pretty names in praise as the other hand squeezed your ass so hard you thought it was going to bruise. "Give me your wrists," he ordered, noticing you kept slipping due to lack of anything to grip.

As soon as you folded them behind you he had both arms in his hold, so easily wrapping his hands around yours. He tugged, hard. So hard in fact that you were forced off of the floor, the mirror revealing your bouncing chest- much to the man's delight.

He bottomed out inside of you with each thrust, hitting every spot with so much force that you knew your orgasm was about to be amazing.

"Oh, f-fuck.. Minho, fuck!" you breathed, "I'm about to-"

"Yeah?" He smirked breathlessly, "sh-shit, me too"

Finally that knot inside of you broke, undoing quicker than before, making you scream his name in pleasure, tears running down your cheeks as your thighs quivered. This night immediately took the title of the best fucking sex you've ever had, and if it wasn't for him hauling you up by the wrists you probably would have collapsed.

The sight made Minho follow soon after, filling you to the brim with his cum as he groaned and hung his head over. The thrusts becoming slower and slower until he pulled out, flopping down next to you.

You reached over to slap his chest, mumbling fuck you's and saying there was no need to be so mean. He caught your hand, kissing your knuckles with a small laugh, tugging you into his arms and almost cradling you.

"You okay?" He asked, his thumbs gently caressing your skin while he stood up, slowly shuffling to the bed and sitting you on the edge.

You figured since this was a glorified hotel room and he was literally filthy rich he'd have no problem not actually staying in the room he'd bought for the night. "Are you going now?"

"Why would I leave?"

Instead, he checked what he could see of your body without having to move you too much, soft touches to any marks that he'd left, little hums of sympathy when he brushed over all the bruises on your thighs.

"You got what you wanted didn't you," you mumbled, droopy eyes as he lifted the duvet out from underneath you.

"I did, but I think I might keep you," he whispered into your hair, the shock of him placing a tender kiss on your head making you raise your head to look at him.

"You'll work for us."

He couldn't be serious.

..Could he?

Minho climbed in besides you, easily pulling your body back into his arms.

"As a double agent?"

The mafioso nodded in return to your question. One of his hands ran soothingly up and down your thigh, the cold sensation of his rings making you shiver.

You leant back down onto his chest, the rise and fall of the warm body below you offering you a small sense of comfort amidst the situation that you'd just gotten yourself in.

"I'll be the only one that knows, so it's safer for you."

You nodded absentmindedly.

You couldn't say no. He was second in command of the most dangerous Korean organised crime network, you couldn't say no to him.

Besides, he should've already killed you for your confessions.

You should be thanking the stars that he wanted to keep you, make you work for him.

"You report everything to me, every single detail."

You nodded.

"You're mine now." He spoke gruffly in your ear, the actual realisation that he was a very, very dangerous man making your mouth dry up. "I own you."

He must've felt your heart quicken in your chest because he bumped your head back up with his shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

His contradictory actions were giving you whiplash.

"You're not too bad Minho," you mumbled.

"It's still Mr Lee, unless we're alone."

You nodded, watching his smile break into a grin that he pressed into your cheek with a kiss.

He was glad that he found himself a pet who could follow orders.

You yawned and got comfortable on his chest, the way he played with your hair soothing your distress.

You'd just gone and fallen for it hadn't you.

Felix had been misbehaving, and it wasn't like him. He had been ignoring you all morning, he always had his headphones on or was watching loud videos and didn't hear you.

In the afternoon, while you were getting ready to go out on the movie date you arranged, he sat at his computer playing games. When you confronted him about it he simply shrugged and mumbled something about wanting to stay home.

Your first instinct was to worry; maybe he had a particularly strenuous practice the day before and he wanted to rest. Something felt weird though, he had been full of energy when he woke up and he had been waiting for your date impatiently.

That’s when you saw the box on his desk. Not a regular box, but the box with all your toys; a clear signal that he had been acting up on purpose and he wanted a punishment. As soon as you saw the box, you slowly made his way to him. Your hand ran through his hair but when it reached the ends, your fist closed and pulled. A badly hidden moan slipped out of Felix’s mouth.

“Babe, let go I am playing,” he whined and slapped your hand away.

You were starting to get pissed off and he knew it. He was surely getting off of it as you could see a smirk swiftly appear and disappear on his face.

Your foot started tapping rapidly on the floor. He knew you hated when he misbehaved.

The screen still played the same game as a few hours ago. Faint music and voices could be heard from the headphones. 

Enough was enough.

The second Felix felt your hands on his head, this time more insistently, he shivered; he knew what was about to happen. His headphones were lifted off his head and then laid on his desk.

“Take your clothes off.”

Felix opened his mouth, but the look in your eyes stopped him.

“Quickly, Felix.”

The boy scrambled to get on his feet. His shirt was the first to go, then his pants; at his underwear he hesitated but he knew you wanted him naked. All of his clothes laid crinkled on the floor.

“Whatever I do, keep playing, or you won’t get to cum for two weeks.” 

Felix swallowed soundly, he liked this side of you; you looked authoritative and a little scary and that made him unbelievably hard. His dick already stood hard and proud, a bead of precum fell down his shaft and on the floor.

“Do you want me to win, mommy?” his voice came out innocent but his body told a whole other story.

“It’s up to you baby boy, now sit.”

Felix sat down in a heartbeat. He felt your presence at his side, going through the box and picking up a few items. You went back to your previous position.

“Put your headphones on and talk to your friends like you usually do.”

He was ashamed, but he followed orders, he knew better than to not obey you. He hated to admit it but the shame made him even more excited.

He saw a glimpse of your figure move and then felt hands on his thighs. He held his breath in anticipation, but you didn't even go near where he most needed you. His legs were propped on the arms of his gaming chair, a string of soft material circled his legs and then sinked in his flesh as you tied him down.

‘The silk ribbons,’ he thought. Even more precum came out of his cock, he had always wanted to use them.

Your cold hand, slimy with lube, came in contact with his dick. With just a few flicks of your wrist Felix started whimpering. His teeth bit into the flesh of his plump lip in the desperate attempt of hiding what you were doing.

Your hand left as quickly as it came and then he felt a silicon ring slip around him. He didn't know what it was, his heart was beating furiously out of excitement. A faint buzzing echoed in the room and Felix almost screamed.

The new vibrating cock ring. 

He had never felt that kind of pleasure before, he knew he was going to cum quickly.

Your lubed up fingers pushed against his ass and plunged inside him with no warnings. You set a brutal pace, your goal was to make him cum. The tips of your middle finger and pointer finger touched his prostate at every thrust. 

The breaking point was reached when your other hand wrapped around his cock and started jerking it with precise and fast movements. Felix's cum shot out in hot ropes. 

But your hands didn't stop. Felix lowered his gaze and saw your hand lift from his dick and collect the cum on your now bare tits. You moaned as your fingers came in contact with your tongue.

Felix whimpered into the mic, he knew his friends were asking him questions but he couldn't focus on anything except for you. His prostate was still being brutally stimulated. 

The air around the boy felt hot. He was making too much noise but the pleasure mixed with the pain of overstimulation was too good. 

When your mouth came in contact with his angry red tip, he felt like he could pass out. Your velvety tongue swirled around his head and then started licking insistently at the bit of skin that connected his tip and the rest of his shaft, his weakness.

Your mouth worked his cock mercilessly and your fingers sped up even more.

His second orgasm was approaching way too fast. Your hand reached the base of his cock and fumbled with the cock ring. The vibrations got even more intense, your mouth felt hotter and wetter than ever.

Felix came for the second time with a strangled scream. He heaved and gasped for air.

The toy swiftly turned off and slipped off his dick and the fingers that were buried deep inside him did the same.

Your boyfriend glanced down once again and saw you swallow all of his cum.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes mommy.”

“Hey, could I borrow a pen?” you asked the girl beside you. Her hair was in two small pigtails, freckles adorning her face. She was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen, her smile radiating, she simply nodded, rummaging through her pencil pouch and finding a pen with a fluffy pompom. 

“Here you go” she whispered before continuing to write down what your professor was saying. You smiled back before going back to your own notes. 

As you guys were wrapping up, you turned back to her in an attempt to give her pen back. “You can keep it” she grinned, “it looks cute with you”

“Can I get you coffee as a thank you then?” you asked, not wanting her to walk away. “I’m Y/N by the way” you giggled as the two of you walked to the nearest coffee shop on campus. “I’m Lixie,” she said, her cheeks ridden with a slight blush. 

“What would you like to drink” you asked as the two of you set down your bags at a nearby table. “Anything with a lot of sugar” she replied as she took out her notebook. 

“You got it!” 

You came back to the table holding an iced americano for yourself, an iced caramel macchiato for Lixie, and a brownie for the two of you to share.

 “Here you go” You placed the cup in front of her as she took a sip you watched as her eyes brightened. “Is it good?” 

“So good, how did you know what I like?” 

“Just a guess” You placed the brownie on the table, already split in half as you sat down. “I brought this for us to share if you don’t mind” 

“Do you like brownies?” she asked as you took a bite of your own. You nodded a quick yes, covering your mouth with your hand as you continued to chew.

“I’ve been told I make the best brownies, if you ever want to come over, I can make them for you” 

“Really?” you asked, your expression a bit shocked. “Omg, of course, here give me your number and I’ll invite you over one day” 

She handed you her phone as you typed out your number, you didn’t see the slight glimmer in her eyes watching you. 

That was how the two of you’s friendship started. From that day, the two of you were inseparable. Whether it be going to the library together, or just getting coffee, or even going out to parties, the two of you were stuck like glue. It was to the point that you both had keys to each other's apartments. 

You barely ever put it to use, but since you forgot your laptop at her apartment last night after having your weekly binge-watching session and she wasn’t answering her phone, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

You entered her apartment, still smelling the scent of banana bread the two of you made last night as a midnight snack wafting through the air. As you walked to her room door, you heard slight muffles which you didn’t think much of. 

She must be showering, you thought to yourself. You heard some whimpers and even the sound of your name, but you were in dire need of your computer, so you pushed past it, opening her door only to see her on her bed, hands pinching her nipples as she was riding a dildo, moaning your name. 

“Fuck y/n~ need you so bad”

“Lix?” you gasped, watching her eyes shoot open, she quickly covered herself with her blanket, hiding herself. She slowly popped her head out, too ashamed to even look at you.

“How much of that did you hear?” she whispered, her entire face red. 

“Nothing, I promise. Unless you wanted me to hear?” 

You slowly walked up to her bed, lifting the blanket off her body, admiring it to the fullest extent. Her breasts were tiny, while her nipples were hard, just begging to be played with. Her cunt was soaking with the dildo still inside it. If you closed your eyes and listened, you bet you could hear the squelching of her cunt around it.

“Baby, be a good girl and get on the floor for me okay?” 

She simply nodded, removing the silicon toy covered with her juices. Before she could put it anywhere, you told her to hand it to you, and she complied. 

The toy itself was a bright hot pink, like everything in her room, and you felt your lips open at the look of it. She was easily taking this seven-inch thing inside of her. You were about to have so much fun.

She gravitated to the floor, kneeling in front of you, waiting for your command. She was fully naked, her juices running down her thighs. You let out a slight moan at the sight bestowed in front of you. 

“Fuck, you look so good, but let’s see how you taste?” 

You placed the tip of the dildo at your lips, groaning at the taste of her. You were already getting addicted, knowing that after you had fun with her, you were going to eat her out for hours. 

“Taste so good for me baby, so sweet all for me” 

“Just for you Mommy” Lixie replied, whimpering at the sight of you taking it in your mouth. She slowly began to press her thighs together, trying to relieve herself. You had come seconds before she was going to cum, stopping her from reaching her high. 

“Aww, kitten can’t control herself, can she? She’s just a dumb little girl”

“Yes Mommy, I’m just a dumb little girl, please I need you, it hurts so bad” she whimpered. 

You chuckled at this, telling her to get closer as you sat on the edge of the bed. You placed the suction cup of the dildo on the floor. “Be a good kitten and ride it for me okay” she simply nodded, slowly pressing the tip against her aching hole, moaning at the stretch.

“So big Mommy, feeling so deep in my cunt” 

“Yeah, my kitten is a little whore, taking such a big dick inside such a tiny cunt” 

“Yes, a whore just for you Mommy” she whimpered as she got back up before falling back down, riding it just like you had asked. 

“Such a good girl for me” 

You bent down a bit, capturing her lips with yours before deepening the kiss, your tongue dominating hers. Lixie began to slow down a bit, too entranced by the way your mouth felt on hers. 

“What did Mommy say, can’t you listen to simple rules, baby?” You grabbed her ass, kissing her lips again before slamming her cunt up and down the toy with your help.

“Fuck Mommy!” she screamed underneath you, “feels so good, wish it was you who was inside me” she whimpered, her walls clenching around the toy.

“Don’t worry, Mommy is going to be inside you soon, but first you got to help me” You pulled down your leggings, tossing them somewhere in her room before grabbing her hand and running it along your underwear. 

“Look how wet you make me, can you take care of Mommy while you ride your little toy?” you asked as she attempted to paw off your underwear. 

“Yes, I can do that for Mommy” she whimpered, the toy reaching a specifically deep part inside of her as she shifted to try and take your cunt in her mouth.

You sat in front of her legs spread open, your underwear hanging off your foot as she dove straight into your pussy. 

She was lapping up your essence through your folds as she was pinching her own breasts, moaning into your cunt as she kissed your clit. 

She hummed into your clit before slowly adding a finger to your hole. You could feel yourself clench around it, she was so skilled, her finger hitting that gummy spot inside you with just a few tries. 

You clenched even harder as she added a second finger, continuing to fuck herself on the cock below her, not slowing her pace down like before.

“So good for me baby, so good for Mommy” you moaned, grabbing her hair in your hands, and pushing her face harder into your cunt. 

The two of you were so close, her moaning into your cunt while fingering you while the cock inside of her was hitting all the spots it needed to. It only took another thrust of her fingers and a pinch of her nipples for the two of you to convulse, your thighs squishing her face as a creamy white ring at the base of the cock beneath her came to fruition. 

“Fuck Mommy, that was so good” she yelled as your thighs separated from her face. 

"i wish you would," you mutter, crawling toward him again to lay your head on him once more. the man is reading his book, just trying to enjoy his saturday afternoon and yet there's a menace quite literally in his lap, making grabby hands at him. disrupting his peace and quiet, though that's not really anything new.

"insatiable," minho tsks, his fingers carding through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as he makes an effort to appease you. his attention is then promptly returned to the pages in front of him.

that's how your weekends are usually spent - lounging about, being lazy together, relaxing by each other's side.

you're just acting up today.

your twitchy fingers have a mind of their own. they dance up his stomach, over his abs until they reach their desired destination.

you place your entire hand over one of his pecs and squeeze, giggling to yourself when you feel his skin under your palm. this earns you a glare though it doesn't faze you.

minho may be scary to other people, but never when he's with you. it's just physically impossible, even if he wanted to.

"seriously, what is with you?"

you give his chest another tender squeeze. "boobs," you say simply. you think that's a pretty good explanation.

maybe you're no better than a man after all.

so it started a couple of weeks ago.

minho rarely skips going to the gym and while you are eternally grateful for it, you must admit that sometimes it drives you a little crazy. you respect his commitment, the consistency of his workout regimen (this could never be you, but that's beside the point); it's one of the traits that you admire most about him - he sees things through and adheres to the schedule that he makes for himself. minho doesn't half-ass the things he does or ditches them when he's feeling a little lazy (unlike you).

however...

it's this same dedication to his routine that's been sending you into a frenzy. lately, your boyfriend has been focused on working a particular area of his body and honestly? it's making you spiral more than you have ever spiraled.

chest. who knew it would be your downfall?

when minho came home last evening straight from the gym, you swear you almost passed out the second he walked through the door. his pecs looked especially good even under his shirt that you practically salivated, shamelessly ogling him like a hungry wolf.

minho sighs as if he's at his wits' end with you, though this time, he lets you continue feeling him up. "you wouldn't like it if i did the same thing to you, now would you?"

"actually, i think i would like that very much."

"i will bite you, no joke."

you have no doubt that he actually would. but again, that isn't something that you would been entirely opposed to either. you might be one of the only people on planet earth who can handle lee minho.

"your feline tendencies are jumping out," you comment, your hand still on his chest, alternating between playful pokes and full on kneading his pecs like dough. "do it. i dare you."

minho bares his teeth at you in the cat-like way that he sometimes does. it's cute, oh so cute.

before you know it, the book is haphazardly flung onto the carpeted floor (bookmark be damned) and your friend is forcing a yelp from your lips when he practically pounces on you. your head is no longer on his lap; instead, he's got you pinned underneath him, his hips flushed against yours.

you can feel him through his sweats. delectable.

minho leans in until his lips ghost over yours. "stop testing me," he murmurs.

"stop tempting me," you shoot back.

"but i'm not though?"

"your boobs are."

"my god." he lowers his head to your neck, his soft lips brushing against your exposed skin as he chuckles. "that's not what they are."

"they might as well be. they're gonna be bigger than mine one day."

the sound coming from his mouth morphs into a laugh, airy and completely defeated by your words. "god, you're just so..."

"i'm so what?"

"weird," minho says.

you smile. "perfect for you then, aren't i?"

"mhmm."

then he's closing the gap between his mouth and your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he rolls his hips against your body, spreading your legs open so he could slot between them more comfortably, so he could fit against you perfectly.

"oh," you gasp when he ruts forward, presses himself into the warmth between your thighs, over your shorts and his sweats. you weave your fingers through his hair to keep his head close your neck as if he has any intention on moving elsewhere. minho continues to kiss and lick at your skin, nibbling on it gently in alternation.

"i thought..." you breathe out heavily, your body starting to move against his too, "thought you promised to bite me."

"promised? it was more of a threat, wasn't it?"

"same difference."

you can't see him, but you can just bet that minho is rolling his eyes. then, you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck like he's deciding where the best spot would be. he presses his hard pecs against tightly yours as his mouth closes in. you almost fall apart right then and there.

well, this certainly awakened something in you, didn't it?

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CHAN

Chan who is tied to a chair. His ankles strapped to each leg of the chair to keep his legs spread. His hands bound behind the chair. The ropes delicately weaved from his wrists up to above his elbows. You know better than to give him an easy out to break free from his restraints. Besides, it also gets you off watching him so helpless, when he’s normally the one in control. 

His eyes well with tears as he groans, his hips bucking up uselessly. You’re riding him so well, he can’t think straight anymore.

“Fuck princess please. Please let me cum, please baby, need to fill you up,” He sobs as you run your hands over his chest. 

He groans in pain as your hips slow to a lazy drag over his cock. His orgasm fading away slowly. You rake your fingers down his chest, smirking at the red marks your nails leave.

“You promised I could use you as much as I wanted as a treat, don’t you remember Channie?” you say, your voice sickeningly sweet as you clench around him. 

His eyes roll to the back of his head, a lightheaded feeling clouding his brain.

“Yes- yes baby I remember…” he says in a daze. 

The feeling of your warm walls around him driving to the brink of insanity. He’s so ready to do whatever you say. Hell, he’d get on his knees and beg you if that’s what you asked. As long as he can press your hips tightly to his as he fills you to the brim with his cum he doesn’t care what you ask him to do.

You can see that he’s on the edge. And you intend to use it to your advantage.

He lets out the loudest moan as you pick your pace back up. His arms fighting against the restraints to get his hands on you.

“So sit still and let me use your cock Channie, be good for me yeah?” 

MINHO

“Open your mouth,” you command. 

Minho glares up at you, normally it would send you straight to your knees. But tonight is different, tonight you’d both agreed to try something new. Normally it’s Minho above you, taking charge and guiding your every move. Tonight, after some careful conversations, he’d agreed to let you take the reins.

He’s taken your normal place, kneeling on the bed with his hands in his lap. His gaze turned up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, looming over him.

You raise your hand, slapping Minho across the face. He groans as you grip his cheeks in your hands, forcing his lips to part. 

“That wasn’t a request. Open your mouth and stick your fucking tongue out,” 

He lets his tongue out, looking up at you with hooded eyes. You watch the pleasure course through him as you spit in his mouth. It’s strange to watch him so lost in pleasure, teetering on an edge you’re so used to sitting on. But you also can’t deny the heat that pools in your belly at the sight. 

“That’s a good boy,” you coo as he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing as he does it. 

Minho’s eyes go glassy, as his lip trembles. He turns his face away, even as you run your hands through his hair. 

“What’s wrong? You don’t have to hide, go ahead and cry baby, I know you like that I’m treating you like this,” your voice low as lean down. The hand you have in his hair tightens, yanking his hair to make him face you. Minho whimpers, his face going red as he looks at you with dazed eyes. His face is flushed as stares up at you. Tears finally slipping out of the corners of his eyes, leaving glistening trails in their wake.

His hands gripping his thighs as he does his best not to squirm in place. You offer him a twisted smile, your free hand trailing down the side of his neck. You take pride in the way he keens at your touch. 

“Please, please don’t stop,” he begs quietly. 

And who are you to deny him when he looks so pretty while he begs?

CHANGBIN

It’s not uncommon for you and Changbin to end up in bed after a fight. It’s become a routine almost, you’d both take time to cool off, talk it out, and then make up between the sheets. You both loved the intimacy of it all, being able to convey your feelings through soft touches and sweet kisses better than with words. 

Tonight hadn’t been different, a small misunderstanding had led to yelling and slammed doors. But you were both quick to find each other, each apologizing before you ended up underneath Changbin.

However, tonight you notice changbin is much quieter, ticking his face against your shoulder as he makes love to you. The silence doesn’t bother you until you hear a small sniffle near your ear. 

“Changbin?,”You rub your hand up Changbin’s back, sniffling is all you get in response. you move your hands to his hips, pushing at them to get him to stop moving.

“Baby, please look at me,” Changbin finally stops, still refusing to look at you. 

“Binnie,” you gently pull his face away from your neck. His watery eyes meet yours as he pouts.

“I’m so sorry baby, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, I-I was just upset,” he cries softly. You smile, kissing his cheeks as you wipe his tears away.

“I know, it’s okay Bin,” you coo softly, “It was the heat of the moment, we both said things we didn’t mean. But we’re good now, okay?”

He stares down at searching for any signs that you’re lying. He only finds you staring up at him with a small smile on your face. He finally nods, his hands pulling you closer to him.

“I love you so much, never want you to forget that,” he kisses you softly, his hips slowly picking up their pace. You moan into the kiss, your I love you coming out breathless against his lips. 

“Let me show you just how much I love you baby, show you how much you mean to me,” his kisses traveling down your neck. You can only nod as his thrusts speed up, rendering you completely speechless.

HYUNJIN

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with Hyunjin. You’ve been together for a few months, but everything still feels so new. That’s Hyunjin’s doing of course, he’s made every moment of your relationship feel special,precious even. Now is no different.

Hyunjin who holds your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles down at you as you stare at him looking so lost in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling honey?” he checks in, rubbing his thumb against your wrist softly. You give him a dopey smile, hiking your legs up further around his waist. 

“So good Hyunnie, it's so good,” you moan. He hums, leaning down to run his lips across your cheek. 

“You’re so pretty baby, love having you like this,” his voice is soft against your cheek. You shiver at the feeling, whispering his name softly. 

“Jinnie…”

“Yes sweetheart?” 

“I-” Your eyes water as you look up at him. The words are stuck on the tip of your tongue, but you're so lost in him you can't quite get them out.

He pauses his movements. Even with his hips still the pleasure is overwhelming. 

“Do you need me to stop, baby? Is it too much?,”

“Hyunjin, I love you,” your lip trembles, as you get the words out. 

Hyunjin is frozen in place, his eyes wide as he stares down at you. The silence makes you panic, ready to take the confession back immediately. Before you can, Hyunjin smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, tearing up as he leans down to kiss you again.

“I love you too,” he says softly, his voice sounding choked up. You kiss him back desperately, squeezing his hands he still has locked in yours. 

Hyunjin pulls back to look at your face again. A dopey grin is still plastered on his face, his eyes a little teary. His hips pick up speed as he kisses up the side of your face. Mumbling the I love yous with each of his thrusts, sending you spiraling into pleasure. 

JISUNG

Jisung is quite honestly addicted to eating you out. It’s a pretty safe assumption to say he probably loves it more than you do. Recently he’d been obsessed with trying to have you sit in his face, practically begging you to try it once. 

You were still a little hesitant when you straddled his chest, letting Jisung pull where he wanted you. The second Jisung’s tongue meets your core, you’re whining into the open room. He notices the way you hover, still unsure of everything. He pulls away from his ministrations, instead moving to pepper kisses along your inner thighs sweetly. 

“Pretty, what’s the point of having you sit on my face if you’re all shy, hmm?”

“I feel like I’m gonna hurt you Ji,” you admit, peering down at him between your legs. 

“You won’t, promise. Just let yourself go and use me to make yourself feel good, okay?” he runs his hands over your hips softly, waiting for your response. 

When you shyly nod he gives your thigh a final kiss before pulling you firmly down against him. 

You slowly begin to work your hips against his tongue, moaning softly at the feeling. Jisung looks up at you, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he watches you pleasure yourself above him. The groan he lets out against you spurs you on. Your hips quick as you work yourself over Jisung’s face.

“Fuck… Sungie, feels so good baby,”

He blinks up at you, his eyes starting to water from lack of oxygen. It only heightens the pleasure for him, his movements hungry as eats you out faster. His cock strains against his boxers. His hips chasing the smallest friction from the fabric.

“There, stay right there,” you whimper, hands tightening in Jisung’s hair. 

Jisung grips your hips, forcing you down on his face harder. He intends to devour you whole, the need to breathe be damned. If he suffocates between your thighs so be it, the sight of you above him falling apart against his tongue would be well worth it. 

You cum with a loud whine, frantically grinding over Jisung’s mouth. The feeling sends him further over the edge. He lets out a cry of your name through a choked moan. He cums untouched as he helps you through your high. When you both come down, he helps you off of him, the biggest of grins plastered on his face. 

FELIX

The sex with Felix is filled with giggles and sweet words. Sweet nothings whispered between passionate kisses. It starts out giggly, high off the thought of starting a family with each other. What started with silly late night conversations has built up to this moment. Maybe it won’t happen this very night, but just the mere idea that it could, has you and Lix practically tearing each other’s clothes off. He’s careful when he presses into you. The feeling of you wrapped around his bare cock only adding to the giddiness he feels. 

“I can’t wait to start a family with you, baby,” you sigh dreamily. 

“Me too angel. Wanna have a little one of us running around here,” his hips twitching at the thought of you pregnant. You giggle, your breath hitching as Felix thrusts deepen.

“Want them to have your smile,” you sat tracing across the curve of his lips. 

“You think they’ll have your eyes? god , if they have your eyes I’m doomed,” he laughs getting lost in your eyes with you beneath him.

“One look and I’ll give them everything they ask for.”

“You’re gonna spoil them regardless Lix,” you tease back.

He hums, watching you for another moment. His smile falters slightly, hips stilling as he cups your cheek. 

“And you’re sure you want this?” he runs his thumb across your cheekbone delicately. 

“I know we talked about it. But-well if you’re not sure we can always wait or-”

You shut him up with a kiss.

“Lix, I want this more than anything. I want to have a baby with you. Want to spend the rest of my life with you,” you say between gentle kisses.

He pulls back searching for any hesitation. He only finds you staring up at him, practically glowing from joy before him. He smiles, pulling you closer, practically wrapping you around him.

“I love you,” he says between his own kisses. He’s breathless, as are you, from the pleasure of it all. His eyes watery as he whispers to you. You’re confident yours are just as watery, if not more.

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

This only spurs him on further, cradling you against him as he makes love to you, fully intent on getting you pregnant tonight at all costs.

SEUNGMIN

It all started with Seungmin clowning you when you cried after making you cum four times. He’d been quick to tease you after the fact, calling you a cry baby for not being able to handle the pleasure. The teasing turned into a bet, when you challenged him not to cry after the same amount of orgasms. Seungmin never being one to back down from a challenge agreed. And oh how he wishes he’d never agreed to this.

It’s after his third orgasm that he begins to curse his past self for being a cocky shit.

A loud moan escapes him as he cums, your hips never faltering in their pace. Every nerve on his body feels like it's on fire as you quite literally ride him like your life depends on it.

The sound of your hips meeting his fill the empty room. The lewd slaps and heavy breathing cloud his mind further. His hands grip your hips, attempting to keep you in place as he comes down from his third high.

“Fuck baby, please I can’t - please slow down,” he begs. He’s so lost in his pleasure you don’t think he notices the glassy haze in his eyes. But you sure as hell do. You smirk, picking up your pace. 

“What’s wrong minnie? Thought you could handle this?” you say clenching around him on purpose. 

He whines, his hips moving on their own accord at this point. Whether they’re trying to chase or get away from yours he isn’t quite sure at this point. 

“You’re gonna give me one more, I know you have one more in you,” you repeat the all too familiar words to him. He whines at your teasing, as if he hadn’t said that to you before.

“I- I can’t,” he whimpers, still desperately gripping your hips. 

“You can and you will,” you say firmly. Seungmin doesn’t know if it's from how sensitive he is or if it’s the way authority drips from your voice as you say it. But next thing he knows he’s coming inside you for the final time. A choked moan leaves his lips as tears spill over his cheeks. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats between little sobs, as his release crashes over him. You keep moving your hips until he’s come down before carefully sliding off of him. His sobs eventually stop as you delicately clean him with a warm cloth. 

You lean over and kiss him gently as you lay against his chest. He hums becoming unusually clingy as he pulls you into him. It’s quiet for a few moments before he finally speaks.

“Okay…You win,” he huffs out quietly.

JEONGIN

Jeongin feels delirious at this point. He’s lost track of how long you’ve had him like this. Completely naked in the middle of your bed.  Your hand on his cock, ruining each and every one of his orgasms. 

Now a black cock ring sits around him. It’s almost painful with the way it squeezes around his aching cock. He’s never known something so painful to feel this good.

“Need to come so bad, please!” He cries out. He's past the point of being ashamed that he’s crying.

You ignore him in favor of speeding up your hand movements, swiping your thumb across his slit with every stroke. He hates and loves how nonchalant you are about this. How you kiss up the side of the neck sweetly while making him fall apart at your fingertips. 

His body feels hot all over, he’d  do anything at this point just to get you to give him some release. 

The only thing his brain can think to do is beg. 

“Y/n, please, please just let me cum, please,” he begs, voice truly broken.

You answer in the form of slipping the ring off of him, twisting your wrist as you glide it over him. “Coming, fuck I’m coming-“ he lets out a high pitched whine, his hips bucking into your hand quickly. 

A wrecked sob escapes as he cums practically wailing from the pleasure coursing through him. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his orgasm. He throws a hand over his face as he cries. He’s so lost in the euphoria that rushes through him he fails to notice the sadistic smirk you wear. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you Innie,” you say softly. Stroking your free hand through his hair gently. 

He’s quiet as he comes down from his high, letting you pull him to lay against you. You wait until his breathing evens out before breaking the silence.

“Innie?”

“Yeah?”

“You good?” you ask, running your fingers over his back softly. He huffs out a laugh.

“Baby, you just made me cry from pleasure,” he says, turning to the side to look at you, “I’m pretty sure if I tried to stand, I'd crumple straight to the floor, so yeah. It was good.” 

You roll your eyes, kissing up the side of his neck.

“Don’t worry, it’ll wear off eventually,” you say softly.