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warnings: MDNI!!!!! contains explicit sexual content, ZERO plot we get right into it (hence no synopsis), established relationship, nonidol!au, M/M/F, M/M initially, Dom!minho, switch!jisung, sub!reader, voyeurism, anal (m receiving), oral (m & f receiving), facial, unprotected s, makeouts, praise, dirty talks, Eiffel tower (two different times), manhandling, masturbation, munch!ji, petnames, swearing, slight dumbifacation, sensory overload, aftercare isn't written out but it happens, typos probably
wc: 3.5k
a/n: okay I KNOW I said I won't be writing member x member, but this is purely self indulgent and probably a little sloppy </3 so I probably won't write mxm again this explicitly except if its on my own accord. also if you get the odetari reference from the title ily
this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You are perched on the edge of the mattress, breath coming in short, jagged hitches as you watch Minho drive into Jisung so meanly.
The room is thick with the scent of sex and salt, the mid July summer air feeling heavy and humid against your skin.
Minho has Jisung pinned face down on the mattress, his large hands gripping Jisung’s hips to anchor him. The bedframe giving a metallic creeaaaak whenever Minho drives back into jisung with a hard thrust that echoes the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding.
and Jisung is a complete mess right now.
His fingers are clawing into the sheets, twisting the fabric between his fingers as he tries to find some kind - any - of leverage. His head is tossed back, mouth hanging open and drooling. leaking desperate, incoherent pleas that make your own cunt throb.
The sight of them connected has you trembling.
You can't stop your hand from sliding down. You are already sopping wet, your panties clinging to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. hand working on instinct, shedding your panties n' slipping your fingers through your pussylips as you watch the way jisung is driven forward with every harsh thrust.
You want in. You need in.
“Please, Min,” you whimper, “Please just- anything”
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he commands, a guttural sound in the back of his throat, as he pushes Jisung deeper into the mattress. “Just watch how much he wants it. Touch yourself to it.”
At that, Jisung lets out a loud, shattered moan, his hips jerking forward. “Hnnng- please, oh god, I can't-” He is babbling now, his words blurring together into a frantic, incoherent mess of pleasure.
Minho doesn’t slow down. anything but that.
Instead, he leans forward, his chest pressing against Jisung’s sweating back as he whispers right into his ear. His voice is a low, taunting coo, “Oh you’re shaking so hard, baby.”
He punctuates his words with a slow, punishingly deep stroke that makes Jisung’s eyes roll back. “but you’re doing so well. You can take it, right? like good boy?”
Jisung can only sob out a fragmented "Yes," his mind zeroing on the praise, focused on getting called a good boy again
You'd pushed two fingers in by now, matching minho's pace as you watch Jisung’s back arch.
You're leaking all over, your hips rolling against the bed, but Minho keeps the focus on Jisung.
He is breaking him down, overstimulating him until Jisung is just a shaking, sobbing heap of nerves. “See? That’s it, baby, just take it all,”
The room is suffocatingly hot, the scent of sweat and sex becoming a thick, dizzying fog. You can see the way the sweat is glistening on Minho’s shoulders and the mess of lube between jisungs thighs.
Every slap of skin against skin and every broken moan making you impossibly wetter, your fingers sliding through so easily in and out in a desperate attempt to find some release, but your fingers aren't quite enough.
“Please, Min, please ” you whimper, your voice cracking, so desperate to be touched, to be manhandled just like Jisung is.
Minho finally shifts his gaze to you, though he doesn't break his rhythm. He keeps driving into Jisung with that same relentless force, his eyes locking onto yours. A small, smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches you trembling, your fingers still working frantically between your legs.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his voice thick and commanding. “You look absolutely gorgeous like this, sweetheart. So desperate n’ soaked”
Without slowing the pace, he reaches forward, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hip to the back of his neck, gripping firmly before forcing his head to turn and tilt upward.
He maneuvers him until Jisung is looking right at you, his eyes glazed and eyes blown out, his face flushed a deep, bruised red. “Look at her, Jisung,” Minho purrs, “Tell me, isn’t she so pretty?”
Jisung lets out a broken, high pitched whine, his gaze lingering over your shaking form.
“So pretty,” Jisung whimpers, “God, she’s looks so p-pretty,” He tries to reach out for you, his fingers twitching against the sheets, his eyes dilating even further as he takes in the sight of you trembling on the edge of the bed.
and as if minho finally decides to have mercy on you, he stops.
The sudden silence of the room is deafening, the slapping sound cutting off abruptly as pulls out of jisung slowly with a pop. Jisung lets out a pathetic, high pitched whine, his hips twitching backwards, trying to chase the feeling of Minho inside him.
Before either of you can even question why he stopped, his palms wrap themselves around your waist, shifting your weight until your legs are splayed wide and your dripping cunt is positioned right in front of Jisung’s face.
You feel the sudden heat of his breath fanning against your bare, twitchy cunt, then-- “Now,” Minho says, “go ahead, ji, take care of her.” before sliding back into jisung once again.
that's all he needs to hear before he starts eating you out like a madman
his tongue is there, lapping and hitting your clit with a precision that makes your head spin, moaning at the slick that engulfs his mouth and onto his tastebuds.
his hands run to splay against your thighs and grip them open to pull you closer, closer and closer until you're flush against his face. His mouth parted, tongue licking from bottom to the very top in one messy stroke that makes your back bow.
“Hnnnng, oh- Jisungggg,” you moan, your fingers finding ground into the mattress as you feel Minho’s heavy thrusts pushing Jisung forward.
everything is so overwhelming.
the feeling the wet slap of Minho and Jisung’s bodies colliding while Jisung’s tongue works you over, dragging you down by your plush thighs whenever you even try to inch upwards, it's all too much
"So sweet," he gasps, "God, you taste so good." He lets out a whine, his tongue a blurr, flicking rapidly over you, pushing you toward a sweet release that feels just out of reach.
above both of you, minho is all praise, his voice a sweet “That’s it, baby, eat her out.” and “Good boy, Jisung. Such a good boy for me.”, that contradict the harsh move of his hips.
You can hear Jisung making these muffled, needy sounds against your skin, his breathing heavy and wet as he focuses entirely on your pleasure.
Every time Minho drives his hips forward, he pushes Jisung’s face deeper into your folds, making the suction even tighter.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” you sob, your head tossing back “Ji , please don't stop.”
Jisung lets out a muffled moan against your skin, his tongue flicking faster, more desperate. He’s shaking, his whole body vibrating because he’s being fucked and he’s tasting you all at the same time.
You look down only too see him already looking at you, his cheeks flushed a deep, dark red. He’s making these little hnnnng sounds in his throat, his hands’ grip on your thighs still firm and unmoving.
Minho’s voice is a low, commanding rumble right above your head. “Look at her, Jisung. See how much she’s leaking for you? keep going. Eat every bit of her.”
Minho’s got his fingers threaded through Jisung’s hair, pulling his head tighter against you. You can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his tongue sliding over your clit.
“Min, please*” Jisung babbles, his voice broken and wet. “Haaah, it feels so good, m'gonna cum soon, she tastes so sweet—”
“I know, baby, I know” Minho praises, his voice dripping with affection even as he drives into Jisung with a brutal, heavy force. “Just take it. Take it all for her.”
The friction is too much. Your vision is blurring at the edges, and your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely stay still.
“I’m— I’m gonna,” you gasp, your voice is wrecked. You can feel the pressure building, a tight coil in your gut that is seconds away from snapping. “Can I-- can I cum?”
Minho doesn't answer right away. He lets out a sharp, guttural sound, his pace becoming erratic. He leans over Jisung, his chest heaving, his eyes focused on the sight of the two of you.
“Do we let her, Ji?” Minho huffs. “Should we let her come?”
jisung breaks off for just a second "Yes, please," Jisung begs, "Please let her. I wan' it all over my tongue."
Minho lets out an amused hum, "You heard him, sweetheart."
The coil in your gut finally snaps, your back arching violently as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you. You collapse against Jisung’s face, your walls pulsing and squeezing as you soak his tongue in a heavy, hot flood.
Jisung lets out a strangled, muffled cry against your skin. The feeling of you coming all over him pushed him over the edge. He freezes for a split second, his eyes blowing wide, and then his entire body jolts. He cums, soaking into the mattress beneath him.
Minho isnt far behind either, he drives himself deeper one last time, his body locking up as he spills himself deep inside Jisung.
“Oh- oh fuck,” Jisung babbles, his eyes rolling back into his head as the aftershocks ripple through him. He doesn't even pull away from you, his lips still wet and swollen.
He looks up at you, his gaze hazy and desperate. “I want - hnnng - I want to fuck her. Min, please, I need to fuck her so bad.”
you've barely even caught your breath.
Minho just smirks, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hair to the small of his back. “Then do it, baby. Get her ready.”
the approval is all he needs to hear before he surges.
Still shaking from his own release, he hooks an arm around your waist and heaves you onto your hands and knees with a strength that's so surprising given he just got wrecked.
His skin is slick, sliding against yours with a wet, tacky sound as he moves you into place. He’s trembling, his muscles twitching under the skin, but his grip on your hips is strong, bruising.
He settles back onto his wobbly knees, his breath hitching in a series of jagged gasps. You can feel him - thick, pulsing, and dripping - pressing against your entrance.
He guides himself in so agonizingly slow, the tip of his cock stretching your opening wide.
“fuck” Jisung moans, his voice a wrecked, airy mess. “You’re so wet, baby, you’re fucking soaking... I can’t - haaah - I can’t believe how good this feels.”
and the only thing he can do through his hazed senses is grab both sides of your waist and using it as leverage to pull and pull you down his dick till you're fully stretched to accommodate him.
Your forehead hitting the mattress as you feel him finally sink deep, filling you to the brim. “Jisung, oh god--,”
The moment he’s fully bottomed out, he starts rutting into you so desperately, his hips snapping forward in a wet smacks that echo through the room.
You are clawing at the sheets, your fingers twisting the fabric into ruined knots as you sob into the pillow, your voice a broken, incoherent mess of babbles n' moans
“You feel so fucking tight,” Jisung whines, hand caressing your back before pressing you down into a meaner arch “shitt, you’re squeezing me so h-hard, baby”
Minho watches before he reaches forward, his large hands sliding down your torso to haul your upper body off the mattress.
You let out a startled sound as you’re pulled upward, but you don't lose the connection. Jisung just adjusts his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in for leverage as he continues to move into you from behind, his cock sliding even deeper at this angle, kissing at your cervix with every heavy, plunging thrust.
Minho’s fingers tangling in your hair to yank your face toward his.
He crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that is desperate and messy, all tongue n’ teeth, and you meet his intensity with a needy whine, your tongue dancing with his as you lose all sense of where you end and he begins.
You're lightheaded, the world narrowing down to the feeling of both of them sandwiching you.
Just as you think you can't handle the sensory overload, Minho lets go.
The sudden loss of support sends you pitching forward, collapsing right into the mattress with a soft thud. You land sprawled out, breathless and flushed.
face hovering directly in front of him.
Your gaze falls immediately on his cock, still thick and pulsing, a prominent vein running the length. he looks so pretty, glistening with a mixture of precum and leftover lube.
Your hand reaches out, purely on instinct, fingers curling around him and giving him a few wet tugs that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
You lean in closer, hot breath fanning against his skin, and begin to place small, flickering kitten licks along the underside of his shaft.
“o-oh, what a good girl,” he stutters for the first time tonight. “ takin’ care of me without even being asked.”
You shift your weight, eager to please, sliding forward until you can wrap your lips around the leaky tip of his cock.
You keep your gaze locked on his, looking up through your lashes, watching his expression crumble as you swirl your tongue down along the sensitive ridge.
and God does that make him throw his head back with a whimper
Then, you open wide and take him deeper. easing down inch upon swollen inch so slowly down your throat.
Minho doesn't let you set the pace for long.
His large hands suddenly snap forward, fingers locking firmly onto either side of your head.
He drives his vicious hips forward with a sudden, heavy force that sends him deeep into your throat. You make a muffled, surprised sound, your eyes widening and your throat contracting as you feel him hit the back of your throate.
He doesn't start slow.
He doesn’t even give you a second to adjust before he's fucking your throat with a mindless hunger, paying no mind to your wet gurgles as you struggle around him, his thick length sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, sloppy sound that fills the room.
“Look at her,” Minho groans, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a greedy little thing. Taking every inch of me.”
He lets out a sharp hiss when you involuntarily contract around him, your eyes watering from the depth. He doesn’t stop the relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a heavy, wet sound.
“perfect lil' mouth,” he rasps. “So perfect for me. Just a little toy, hmm?”
his words make you reel
Jisung lets out a breathless, jagged laugh from behind you, still rutting into you, still plunging into you like an animal
“fuckfuckfuck,” Jisung whimpers, gazing down lovingly at your overspilling cunt. “She loves it, Min. She’s clamping down on me so hard- fuck.”
Minho chuckles, griping your hair tighter, pulling your head back just enough to look at your flushed, desperate face.
“Is that true, sweetheart?” he purrs. “Do you like being my little toy? Do you love it when I tell you how good you are?”
You can’t even answer. You just let out a muffled hum, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.
You are absolutely trapped between them, a living fuck toy. You can feel the thrusts of Jisung’s cock drilling straight into your g-spot, all while Minho’s length is filling your mouth, pushing you forward and backward on the mattress so ruthlessly.
Your hands scramble for balance, fingers digging into the hard muscle of Minho’s thighs as you gag around him, the sound of your own choked whines muffled by his cock.
Jisung lets out a shattered, needy sound, his hips snapping forward, “oh god, she’s so tight,” he babbles so dumbly, he's drunk on your pussy “fucking clamping around me--, so wet, can feel it dripping down my thighs”
his mouth is running a hundred miles an hour as his pleasure peaks, hand snakes down, his fingers slick with a mix of lube and your own soaking wetness.
He finds your clit, rubbing circles that makes your whole body shudder. you moan - or try to moan - around Minho’s cock, your eyes fluttering shut.
Minho suddenly pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You snap your head back, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you take in a massive, shaking breath after being deprived of oxygen for so long.
You are completely dazed, your vision swimming and your lower face a glistening, smeared mess of saliva and precum.
Minho shifts back, sitting up slightly, and starts jerking himself off, hovering just inches above your face, the head dripping a heavy bead of precum that lands with a wet plink right on your cheek.
Your mind is a complete white blank.
You can feel Jisung still buried deep inside you, his hips twitching and shuddering, he's close.
Your own walls are pulsing, clamped tight around Jisung’s length, and you can feel the pressure building in your gut, a violent need to release that is almost painful.
“P-please...”
Minho’s hand moves faster on himself, the sound of his grip sliding over his skin a wet, tacky noise. “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”
you can barely remember how to form a sentence.
You let out a frustrated moan, your hips jerking instinctively against Jisung. “I-I... hnngh... please let me...”
“C’mon, baby. You’re almost there, aren’t you? Tell me,”
“Please let me cum-”
“That’s my good girl. go ahead n' cum baby”
Drowning in the wave of bliss, you're cumming- hard, trying to fuck yourself back on jisung despite the limpness in your limbs, dragging your high back on forth through his length.
That does it for jisung
“fuck - fuck, I’m-I’m cumming!” he already was cuming, his whole body stilling as he shoots a heavy, hot load deep inside your womb, filling your pretty insides to the brim.
You’re still shaking, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, and the sight of you - both of you - brings minho right at the edge.
He leans over you, his dark eyes searching yours, his free hand caressing the hair clinging to your forehead before holding your head up by your chin. “Stick your tongue out for me, sweetheart.”
You obey instantly, your mouth hanging open, tongue sliding out, your face still a smeared mess of saliva and precum.
“Thaaat’s it,” Minho groans, his hips snapping forward one last time, and you feel the first hot, thick rope of his cum hit your lip, and then another, and another, and another, splashing across your cheek and landing right on your tongue.
he's coated your face in a glistening, salty mess his own cum, his breath coming in long, shuddering exhales.
there is a thick silence that follows, only broken by the sound of the three of you catching your breaths.
You stay frozen, your eyes fluttering, feeling the hot, tacky sensation of his cum cooling on your skin and tongue. Your body is still humming, your nerves fried from the intensity of being sandwiched between them, used and praised until you couldn't think.
Summary ━ A quiet night after putting your three-month-old daughter to sleep turns electric when Chan's praise unlocks a primal wave of pent-up desire, leading to a breathless, interrupted, and ultimately explosive encounter under the stars.
The house was finally quiet. The kind of deep, humming silence that felt earned, a precious commodity wrestled from a day filled with gummy smiles, milky burps, and the soft, hiccuping cries of a tiny human who owned you completely. Aurora—three perfect months old, with his eyes and your smile—was finally asleep in her crib, a peaceful angel under the mobile of stars.
You stood in the doorway of the nursery for a long moment, just watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Then, with a final, loving look, you stepped back, pulling the door until it was just a crack open.
The long white silk robe hung open around you like a ghost, untied. Beneath it, you wore only a simple black tank top with thin straps—no bra, because your body was yours again, and you were reveling in the feeling of soft cotton against sensitive skin—and a pair of loose black sleep shorts that rode high on your thighs. You padded barefoot across the cool hardwood, the baby monitor clutched in your hand like a talisman.
You felt… like yourself. Not just a vessel, not just a source of sustenance and comfort, but a woman. Your body, though changed, was familiar territory again—stronger in some places, softer in others, a living map of the miracle you’d created. And Chris… Chris had never stopped making you feel like a goddess. His hands, his lips, his whispered words had traced every new curve and line with reverence, reminding you daily that you were more beautiful to him now than ever before.
But lately… there was a new word in his arsenal. A single syllable that detonated low in your belly every time he used it in that tone.
Mama.
It wasn't just a title anymore. On his lips, in the dark, it was an incantation. Filthy. Worshipful. Possessive. And it did things to you.
You found him outside on the expansive patio, lit by the soft glow of underwater pool lights and a sliver of moon. He was sprawled in one of the long, cushioned lounge chairs, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, the screen of his phone casting a blue glow on the sharp planes of his face. The former idol, the CEO, now just a man decompressing after a long day, the quiet lap of the pool water the only sound.
You walked out, the night air warm and sweet with jasmine. You set the baby monitor gently on the glass table beside his chair. Then you sat down on the edge of the lounger directly across from him, tucking one leg beneath you.
He looked up, his thumb swiping his phone dark. His gaze was a physical touch, dragging slowly up your bare legs, lingering on the shadowed dip of your shorts, rising over the way the thin black tank top clung to the full curves of your breasts, clearly braless, the peaks of your nipples visible against the fabric. It traveled over the open robe framing you like wings, then finally met your eyes.
“She’s asleep,” you said, your voice a low murmur in the quiet night.
For a long moment, he didn't speak. He just looked, his Adam's apple bobbing in a hard swallow. Heat, palpable and thick, seemed to radiate from him.
Then, his voice came out rough, strained. “You look… dangerous tonight.”
A smirk tugged at your lips. You leaned back on your hands, arching your spine just a little. “It’s just a tank top and shorts, Chris.”
“Nah,” he said, sitting up slowly, bracing his forearms on his knees. The movement made the muscles in his abdomen flex. “It’s the fact that you’re walking around out here like that. Braless. Barefoot. Robe open like you’re inviting the night in. Like you don’t know what it does to me.”
A flush warmed your skin, but you held his gaze, emboldened by the hunger in his eyes. “What does it do to you, baby?”
His hand shot out, fingers hooking into the hem of your shorts, giving a gentle, possessive tug. “Makes me wanna fuck the mother of my child until she forgets how to say anything except ‘mama.’”
Fuck.
The word was a lightning strike straight to your core. Your breath hitched, your thighs pressing together instinctively. Mama. He said it like a threat and a promise all at once, rough and reverent, and it unraveled you completely.
You didn't hesitate. You rose and moved to him, straddling his lap in one fluid motion, settling your weight onto him. The heat of you, through the thin shorts and his linen pants, met the hard, unmistakable ridge of his erection. You ground down slowly, deliberately.
He hissed, his hands flying to your hips to steady you—or maybe to hold you in place. “Shit. No panties either?”
You smiled down at him, all innocence and sin. “Just because.”
A groan ripped from his throat. His hands slid down to grip your ass through the shorts, kneading firmly. Your robe slid off your shoulders, pooling around you on the chair. He didn't waste time. His mouth found your chest, kissing the swell of your breast through the dampening fabric of the tank top, then tugging the neckline down with his teeth. He laved his tongue over the exposed curve before closing his lips around your nipple, sucking deeply.
A sharp, quiet gasp escaped you. Your head fell back, your fingers tangling in his hair. The baby monitor on the table beside you glowed with a steady green light, a silent witness.
He pulled back, breathing harshly against your wet skin. “You gave me a daughter,” he whispered, voice wrecked with awe and desire. “You built a whole person inside this body. And you’re still out here trying to kill me with it, huh?”
You rocked your hips against him again, a slow, teasing grind that made him curse softly. “Told you I’d bounce back.”
His eyes, when they met yours, were black pools of hunger, love, and something fiercer—a primal obsession that three months of careful, gentle love-making had only banked, not extinguished. He cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
“You didn't bounce back, mama,” he breathed, the word a hot brand against your lips. “You leveled up.”
Then his mouth was on yours, kissing you with a consuming passion that spoke of months of pent-up want. It was messy and deep, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. He stood suddenly, lifting you with him as if you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you the few steps to the wide, plush outdoor sofa that faced the pool and the star-dusted sky.
He laid you down on the deep, plush cushions of the outdoor sofa, the fabric cool against your back. The night sky sprawled above, an endless velvet blanket pierced by indifferent stars. His hands weren't gentle now; they were claiming. He pushed your tank top up in one rough motion, baring your breasts to the warm, damp air. The thin straps dug into your shoulders.
He didn't kneel with reverence. He shoved your thighs apart with his knees dragging you shorts down your and threw them on the ground and dove between them like a man starved.
His mouth on your cunt was filthy, loud, and wet. No slow worship, just a hungry, open-mouthed devouring. He licked into you with broad, flat strokes, his nose buried against you, his groans vibrating against your clit. You cried out, your hands fisting in his hair, not to guide but to anchor yourself against the brutal, wonderful assault.
"Yeah, fucking taste that," he grunted, pulling back for a second, his lips and chin shining in the low light. "All for me. This sweet pussy, made my daughter, and it's still so fucking perfect." He dove back in, sucking your clit hard between his lips, his tongue flicking rapidly.
It was too much, too fast, and overwhelmingly good. Your orgasm ripped through you without ceremony, a sharp, clenching wave that made you sob his name into the night. He didn't gentle you through it; he fucked you through it with his tongue, drinking down every pulse until you were shaking and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
He came up, breathing hard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were black, wild. "That's one," he panted. "Now for the main event."
He didn't bother undressing fully. He just shoved his pants and boxers down his hips, his cock springing free, thick and angrily red. He grabbed your hips, yanking you to the very edge of the couch cushions. He didn't ask. He lined up and slammed into you in one brutal, deep thrust.
The air left your lungs in a punched-out gasp. He was so deep, so hard, stretching you gloriously.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hands pinning your hips down. "Take it. Take all of it, mama. This cunt was made for my cock. Made my baby, now it's gonna milk me dry."
His pace was punishing from the start. Deep, rough, driving strokes that shook the entire sofa, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoing against the water. He leaned over you, one hand braced by your head, the other gripping your thigh, hiking it higher over his hip to plunge even deeper.
"Look at you," he rasped, his breath hot on your face. "Tits out, getting fucked stupid under the stars. My wife. The mother of my fucking child. And you're still the hottest thing I've ever seen."
His dirty talk was a continuous, gritty stream, painting a vivid, possessive picture. "You feel that? You feel how deep I own you? This is my pussy. Always has been. Now it's a fucking masterpiece." He shifted, angling his hips, and the next thrust nailed a spot that made you see white. "There. Right there. That's where I put my daughter. And now it's where I'm gonna put my cum."
You were a mess of pleading sounds, your nails scratching down his back, your legs trembling around him. The pleasure was a coiled, white-hot wire in your gut, pulled tighter with every filthy word and deep stroke.
He felt you clenching around him, your cries getting higher, more desperate. "You gonna come? You gonna come on this cock, mama? Do it. Soak me. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze me."
You were right there. The coil was at its breaking point, the world narrowing to the feel of him pounding into that perfect, deep spot, the sound of his ragged voice, the scent of sex and night jasmine.
"Wah…!"
A soft, thin wail, amplified by the monitor on the table beside you, sliced through the heavy air.
Both of you froze.
Chris was buried to the hilt, his body coiled like a spring. The cry came again, a little more awake, a little more distressed.
No. The thought was pure, primal denial. You were so close.
A tortured, guttural sound was ripped from Chris's throat. He didn't pull out. He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding still. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," he groaned, the words muffled against your skin.
The sensation was maddening. You were achingly full of him, your orgasm hovering just out of reach, a phantom limb of pleasure. Every tiny, instinctive clench of your body around his still-hard cock was pure agony.
He lifted his head, his expression a hilarious, devastating mix of utter frustration and profound love. He looked from your desperate face to the blinking monitor, then back to you.
With a final, sorrowful thrust, he slowly pulled out. The loss was physical pain. He collapsed onto the couch beside you, both of you breathing like you’d run a marathon, the interrupted energy buzzing in the space between you.
Another, more insistent cry came through the monitor.
Chris let out a long-suffering sigh that seemed to come from his soul. He reached over, his hand finding your inner thigh, giving it a rough, apologetic squeeze. "I swear to God, she has a sixth sense for this," he muttered, his voice gravelly with unmet need.
He sat up, pulling his pants back up with a wince. You stayed layed down on the sofa.
He stood, grabbed the monitor, and listened for a second. Then he looked down at you, your hair wild, lips swollen, the evidence of his mouth and his possession glistening on your inner thighs. His eyes darkened again, a promise gleaming in their depths.
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. "This isn't over," he whispered against your lips, his voice a low, serious vow. "I'm gonna put her back down, and then I'm coming back out here, and I'm going to fuck you through that couch. Don't.move."
He pressed one last, hard kiss to your mouth, then turned and strode back into the house, towards the cries of his daughter, the CEO and the daddy seamlessly taking over from the feral, hungry man who had just been claiming his wife under the stars.
You sank back into the cushions, aching, throbbing, and smiling up at the uncaring sky.
the night air cooling the sweat on your skin. The ache between your thighs was a persistent, throbbing echo of what had been so brutally interrupted. You could still feel the ghost of him inside you, the stretch, the perfect, deep friction. Your body hummed with unfinished energy, a live wire waiting to be grounded.
From the baby monitor on the table, you heard it all.
The soft shush of his footsteps down the hall. The gentle creak of Aurora’s nursery door. Then, his voice, low and honey-sweet, a complete tonal shift from the guttural growls he’d been breathing into your neck just minutes before.
“Hey, my little star. What’s all this fuss about? Hmm?” A soft rustle—likely him picking her up. A tiny, hiccuping cry that slowly calmed to a gurgle. “You just wanted to see your Daddy, didn’t you? Missed me that much?”
You smiled into the darkness, your heart swelling even as your body ached.
Then, his voice dropped even lower, to a conspiratorial whisper you could barely catch. “You know, you’ve got your Daddy’s timing down perfect, little one. A real professional… cockblocker.”
You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sudden, helpless laugh. He said it with such affectionate exasperation, such pure, joking warmth, that it was impossible to be annoyed.
You heard the soft, rhythmic sounds of him rocking her. A gentle hum—a tune from one of her mobiles. The fussing died down completely, replaced by the soft, even sounds of her breathing returning to sleep. He was a maestro, even with this.
A few more minutes of quiet. The soft thump of her being laid back in the crib. The faint musical chime of the mobile being wound. His whispered, “Sleep tight, my Aurora. Dream big.”
Then, his footsteps again, purposeful now, coming back down the hall. Not hurried, but with a definite, heavy intent. The patio door slid open.
He stepped back out into the night.
He’d lost the shirt completely. It was just him, in his low-slung linen pants, his torso a sculpture of lean muscle painted in moonlight and shadow. His hair was slightly messier than before. His eyes found you immediately, and the look in them had shifted. The frustrated urgency was still there, but it had been refined by those few minutes of fatherly tenderness. It was sharper now. More focused. A hunter returning to his quarry, having calmly secured the perimeter.
He didn’t speak. He just walked toward the sofa, his gaze locked on you. He picked up the baby monitor from the table, looked at the steady green light, and then, with a deliberate motion, turned the volume all the way down. He set it back on the table. The silent, blinking light was the only concession to the outside world.
“Where were we?” he asked, his voice a dark, quiet rumble.
He came to the edge of the sofa. His hands were warm as they closed around your ankles, pulling you smoothly down the cushions until you were lying flat again.
“I believe,” he said, kneeling on the cushions and spreading your thighs with an undeniable authority, “I was about to make you come so hard you’d forget your own name.”
He didn’t go down on you again. He’d had his taste. Now he wanted the whole meal. He shoved his own pants down just enough, his cock springing back to full, impressive hardness. He was already leaking, the head glistening.
He didn't tease. He gripped his length, stroked himself once, smearing the pre-cum, and then notched himself at your entrance. His eyes held yours, a challenge and a promise.
“This time,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “we don’t stop for anything less than an earthquake. Understood, mama?”
You could only nod, your breath coming in short pants.
He thrust home.
It was even deeper than before, as if the brief separation had only increased his desperate need to be sheathed inside you. A shared groan tore from both of you. He set a pace immediately—not the frantic, driving rhythm from before, but a deep, relentless, purposeful pounding. Each stroke was a claim, a reassertion. His hands pinned your hips down, holding you still for his onslaught.
“You heard me, didn’t you?” he grunted, his hips pistoning. “Calling our daughter a cockblocker.”
“Yes,” you gasped, the word breaking on a particularly deep thrust.
He leaned down, his mouth hovering over yours. “She is. And she’s perfect. And I love her more than anything.” He kissed you, hard and possessive. “But right now,” he breathed against your lips, “her mother’s pussy belongs to me. And I’m taking what’s mine.”
His words, the contrast between the sweet daddy and the demanding, filthy husband, shattered the last of your control. The coil, never fully unwound, pulled taut and snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you, a tidal wave of release that had been waiting, building through the interruption. You cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound, as your body convulsed around him, milking his cock in pulsing waves.
The feeling of your tight, fluttering heat squeezing him ripped his own control away. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and roared his release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside you, his forehead dropping to your collarbone.
The world was reduced to the heavy, shared weight of your breaths, the slick heat where you were still joined, and the cool night air drying the sweat on your tangled bodies the only sounds were the water in the pool, the distant cicadas, and your ragged, mingled breaths.. He lay on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, He was heavy on top of you, a welcome, spent weight, his heart hammering against yours in a slowing, post-storm rhythm.
For a few stolen minutes, there was only this: the profound, physical peace of connection, the silent triumph of having weathered the interruption together. The baby monitor glowed, a silent sentinel of the other, sweeter love that waited inside.
Then, his hands, which had been splayed possessively on your back, shifted. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, not to move you yet, but to announce an intention. A low, anticipatory hum vibrated in his chest against yours.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you. His eyes were still dark with spent passion, but a new, simmering intent was gathering in their depths.
“Can’t stay like this forever, mama,” he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. “Too comfortable. Gotta ruin it.”
Before you could even form a question, his grip on your hips tightened. “Turn over,” he said, the words a soft, undeniable command.
He helped you, his hands guiding, turning you with a practiced ease that spoke of a deep, intimate knowledge of your body. You went onto your stomach, the plush cushions of the outdoor sofa soft beneath you. He arranged you, his touch firm, positioning you on your knees, your ass in the air, your upper body supported by the sofa’s wide arm. The night air kissed the newly exposed skin of your back, your ass, the backs of your thighs.
He knelt behind you, and you heard the soft, wet sound of him stroking himself, already hard again. His hands smoothed over the curves of your ass, squeezing, spreading you open. He leaned over your back, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“This view,” he growled, the appreciation thick in his voice. “Fuck. My favorite view in the world. The view that gave me my daughter.” One hand slid around your hip, his fingers finding the soaked, sensitive flesh of your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles. You gasped, pushing back against his hand. “And now it’s gonna take every last drop of me.”
He removed his hand, lined himself up, and pushed inside without another word.
The angle was different. Deeper, somehow more invasive. He filled you completely, a stretching, claiming pressure that stole your breath. He didn't start slow. He set a hard, driving pace from the first stroke, each thrust jolting you forward, a deep, rhythmic thud of flesh meeting flesh that was louder, more primal, in this position.
His hands gripped your hips like vices, holding you in place for his relentless use. The filth started again, lower, darker, breathed into the space between your shoulder blades.
“Yeah, take it,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort. “Take it all, just like this. This is how I put my baby in you. Deep. Just… like… this.”
Each punctuated word was matched with a sharper, deeper thrust. One of his hands left your hip and fisted in the hair at the nape of your neck, not pulling, just holding, establishing total dominance. You were completely open to him, utterly vulnerable, and the surrender was its own kind of powerful drug.
“You’re gonna come again,” he demanded, his breath hot on your skin. “You’re gonna come on my cock in this position and remember exactly how our daughter was made. You feel me? You feel how deep I am? That’s where she came from. That’s my fucking ground zero.”
His words, the brutal, beautiful truth of them, combined with the perfect, punishing angle of his thrusts, coiled the tension in your belly impossibly tight. You were babbling, pleading, pushing back against him to meet every drive.
He felt you tightening, your cries reaching a fever pitch. “Now, mama,” he snarled, his pace becoming frantic, losing its rhythm, driven purely by need. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
The climax tore through you, a cataclysmic unraveling that felt like it originated in the very core he was hammering. It was less a wave and more a seismic event, shaking a broken scream from your throat as you clenched around him violently.
It triggered his own end. With a final, shuddering roar, he slammed into you one last time, his body locking as he pulsed deep inside, his grip on your hair and hip almost painful in its intensity as he rode out his own crashing release.
He collapsed over your back, his weight pressing you into the cushions, both of you spent, breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. He nuzzled weakly into your neck, placing a soft, damp kiss there.
The aftershocks were still humming through your veins, a pleasant, bone-deep vibration. You lay there, a boneless, satisfied heap beneath him, the reality of your physical state slowly dawning.
“Can’t walk,” you whispered into the cushion, the words slurred with exhaustion and a weak, triumphant smile.
He kissed your jaw, still buried inside you, softening but present. “Good,” he murmured, his voice a low, sated rumble against your skin. “You won’t need to.”
A flicker of maternal duty sparked through the haze. “But Aurora—”
He shushed you gently, finally pulling out with a slow, careful glide that made you whimper at the sensitivity. You felt the warm trickle of his release escaping you. He watched it for a second, a possessive, satisfied glint in his eye, before his gaze softened back to pure care.
“I’ll take care of her, angel,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He brushed your sweat-damp hair from your forehead. “You take care of me. I take care of you. That’s the deal.”
True to his word, he took care of everything. He helped you sit up, your legs trembling violently, utterly refusing to bear weight. With a soft chuckle, he simply scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his bare chest. He carried you through the quiet house, your head lolling against his shoulder, and laid you gently in the center of your shared bed.
“Stay,” he whispered, as if you could move.
He disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet run, and he returned with a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He knelt beside the bed and began to clean you with a tenderness that was a stark, beautiful contrast to the animalistic possession of minutes before. He was extra gentle, wiping away the evidence of your coupling, careful around the oversensitive, well-loved flesh. Every stroke was an apology and a reaffirmation.
When he was done, he dressed you with the same focused care. He pulled a pair of his own soft, clean cotton boxers up your shaky legs, the material swallowing your hips. Then he fetched one of his oversized, worn-soft sweaters and carefully pulled it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves. “Getting cold,” he murmured, tucking the fabric around you.
As if on cue, the soft, hungry cries began from the nursery.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Right on time.” He left and returned moments later with a sleepy, rooting Aurora in his arms. He placed her carefully in your arms, helping you position her at your breast. She latched on with a happy little sigh, her tiny fists kneading the soft sweater.
Chris left again. You heard the quiet sounds from the kitchen—the fridge opening, a knife on a cutting board. He returned shirtless, carrying two bowls. One was a small mosaic of perfectly cut fruit: chilled strawberries, sweet mango, plump grapes. The other held crushed ice water with a slender straw.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you nurse his daughter. He leaned over, pressed a lingering kiss to your bare shoulder where the sweater had slipped, then looked down at the baby suckling contentedly.
“You good now, cockblocker?” he whispered, his voice soft and thick with amused affection.
You smacked his chest weakly, the motion barely a tap. “You can’t call her that.”
He just smirked, unrepentant. He picked up a perfect strawberry and brought it to your lips. “Open.”
You obeyed, and the burst of cool, sweet flavor was heaven. He watched you chew with a look of proud, reverent satisfaction—as if this moment, feeding you fruit after fucking you senseless while you nourished his child, was the pinnacle of his existence.
(And honestly? It was.)
Another strawberry. Then a grape. Then a slice of mango, sweet and tropical. You licked a stray drop of juice from your lip, and he caught it gently with his thumb, then brought that thumb to his own mouth, his dark eyes holding yours the entire time.
“Still can’t walk?” he asked, his voice a low, smug rumble.
You gave him a look that held all the exhaustion and satisfaction in the world. “You know damn well I can’t even stand.”
A low, warm laugh escaped him. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear. “Good.”
Aurora nestled against your chest, sucking peacefully, utterly oblivious to the storm she’d briefly interrupted and then slept soundly through.
Your legs? Jelly. Your thighs? Still twitching faintly. Your pussy? Gloriously, lovingly wrecked.
Summary [Marking down the fifth month, you're partners with Minho, your boss had enough of the bickering and told you to go to therapy, or he will separate you.]
Warnings [marking, scatching, double v. penetration, multiple creampies, semi-public sex, scenting, fingering, foreplay, end of a dry spell, pheromone-induced stamina]
Words [4k]
A/N: Hi, I got inspired by zootpia 2, if you've seen the movie, you will recognise the scene I wrote about. This is my fav movie, so if you haven't watched it yet, I recommend it; it's very fun.
SKZ Masterlist //
"This is ridiculous." Walking a step behind your insufferable partner, your words of complaint are as long as the corridor you walk through. Your partner, Minho, hears every word crystal clear as you murmur under your breath, and his ears twitch as his lips curve into a mischievous grin that you're unable to see.
"Do you even breathe between complaints, Jagi?"
"Very funny." You huff. Your tail twitches when he uses that nickname you so hate.
"Shut up." Minho only snickers under his nose at your familiar jab.
Your walk ends when you stop in front of the door at the end of the corridor. Knowing there's no escaping from this situation. Your lips turn into a thin line; everything about this situation is irritating you to your bones.
"After you, Jagiya." Minho opens the door for you in a faux gentlemanly manner. His tail swishes behind him in a relaxed manner. Unquestionably, he does that to get on your already thinning patience. There's a comeback on the tip of your tongue when you step forward, but push it back down as everyone's eyes are on you two.
"Haha- thanks, partner." Your smile is akward and Minho is visibly taken aback by your sudden change of behaviour before a knowing smile overtakes him. So that's what you're trying to do, huh. Minho plays along with you, seeing the whole situation amusing as he sees you try to keep your fuming under wraps. You were always bad at hiding your expression. This is why he especially enjoyed riling you up with his jokes.
"Good evening, please take a seat you two." The therapist in the middle of the crowded room is the first to greet you with a pleasant calming smile, his nose twitching in welcome and his big eyes are mesmerising you as you walk to your seats. Your nerves calm down at his smile and you realise your anger has subsided in an instant. After the boss told you that you and Minho need counselling you hated the idea so bad, but now you thought this might not be so bad.
Minho watching you closely sees the subtle changes as you sit down beside him, your face lights up. Training his eyes between the hamster hybrid and you.
"Welcome everyone! My name is Dr Han and I will be your comfort animal therapist." His smile is blinding, even Minho relaxes his shoulders at the calming scent he emits. He makes eye contact with every one of you in the room. No wonder you like him even Minho has a hard time keeping his composure. That guy is very good at making everyone lower their guard.
"Well, now that everyone is here how about our newest members introduce themselves to the group?" You and Minho look at each other for a moment before you start talking. Your foot tapping on the wood absentmindedly.
"Hello, my name is y/n, and this must be a misunderstanding. Minho and I are great. Nothing's wrong."
Dr Han watches you closely, but doesn't say anything to your poor attempts at convincing him just gives you a reassuring nod before looking over to Minho who is already smirking.
"Name's Minho, also my partner failed to mention that she's single." Minho winked at Dr Han. Your reaction is instanious your cheeks become redder from embarrassment or anger, you can't tell. Your ears stand at attention.
"You-" Your elbow finds his ribs, and he lets out a breathless laugh. Minho's body language is very meaningful. His entire body is open towards you; it tells everything Jisung needs to know.
"I can feel y/n you have a lot of pent-up frustration. The fact that you didn't let your partner speak first indicates that you don't hear your partner's opinion. That needs working." Your ears droop, realising that your foot keeps thumping on the floor you place your hands on your knee to stop it. Ignoring how Minho leans back in his seat and smirks.
"Also, I can see that your partner is never serious about anything. This probably adds to your failed communication." Minho's smile freezes on his face as he's targeted this time. His spine straightens.
"Hmn." Your nose perks up in pride when you're not the only one criticised. Glad that someone sees the problem. Yet you have to realise that how distant your relationship is with Minho is partly your fault. Your nose crinkles in deep thought. Minho watches your face contort from pleased to sad. For the first time, you really try to understand how this happened.
Han can see through both of you at a glance, this is his profession after all. He helped many hybrids in his line of work. It's clear that Minho only makes side comments and jokes that rile you up because he thinks it's the only way he can get your attention. He might find your easy reactions amusing for a moment but behind all that there's more to it. He wants you to see him.
And you.
You're filled with frustration and it's not only from Minho's jokes.
After that, you're forced to listen to the others. The attention is finally shifting from you. After listening, you realise that your communication problem might not be as bad as what the others are facing. Maybe after some therapy sessions, you can get rid of this uncomfortable situation where your feelings get exposed. Dr Han gives every pair a thing to work on for next week's session, except for you two.
He asks you two to stay behind when everyone else is gone.
Your nerves are through the roof. What can be so serious that he needs to give you advice alone?
"Sorry to separate you two, but I thought that this might be too uncomfortable to bring up in front of so many eyes." His smile is inviting, and his gestures are like a true comfort animal. Cute face, bobba eyes, the epitome of a harmless herbivore. You both relax and find yourself drinking every word he says, and his scent, god, his scent from up close is even better. Minho's tail swishes behind him hitting your thighs occasionally and your ears are perked up in an open way.
Han Jisung has a way to calm down others but it seems like his charm works especially well around you two.
"This might be shocking at first but I hope you can answer me truthfully y/n." You nod, unsure where this conversation is going.
"When was the last time you had a romantic partner? It feels like your pent-up frustration is mostly sexual. This is why you can't help but be annoyed with your partner who is the opposite sex. Unless that's fixed it will he hard to work on your communication."
Your jaw hits the floor. "I- uh- " Unsure how to answer your cheeks grow redder. "It- it's not easy for a bunny to find a partner you know."
You settle with that. You had a few flings here and there but because of your high libido, no one stays. You get too much too soon for others, and you stopped trying to find a mate after so many broke your heart. You tried with bunnies, thinking that the species might be the problem, but other bunnies are too similar for you to get along. You get bored too soon. It's been a while since someone made you climax other than your toys.
Before you can get more lost in your thoughts Minho shakes you out of it with his hand snaking around your shoulders.
"There might be a solution for that." Seeing Minho's foxy grin you furrow your brows.
"Oh, glad that you show support for your partner Minho." Han smiles, unaware that his thought process is not so innocent that he thinks.
"Sure. Dr Han can help us more than you think. With her frustration."
Your eyes and Jisung's eyes widen at the ambition in Minho's words. So- he means- you and Minho- and Dr Han? Oh, no. The fact that you can picture it happening is already showing the two men as your pheromones release that you would like that. That is way too embarrassing that you can't look in either of their eyes.
"What? Cat got your tongue Dr? You said yourself that she needs it and I won't be able to keep up alone with a bunny's vigour. I thought you were here to fix our problems?" Jisung flustered but couldn't outright refute his weird logic. His cheeks grow hot under Minho's imploring gaze and your scent is delicious in the air.
"It would be unethical for me to do that." His reason is half-hearted as you both see his ears twitch on top of his head. His voice is jittery and grows higher in pitch.
"That's not a no." Minho tilts his head, and his tail wraps around Han's ankle his finger intertwines with yours further escalating the situation.
"I know you can smell her too. Isn't she delicious?" Getting sandwiched between their bodies you let out a small moan. Minho pushes you further into Han's chest, your hands behind you crossed and immobile as Minho holds you with one hand on your wrist. Feeling your warmth Jisung reflexively places his hands on your waist, keeping you balanced as you get smothered between their bodies.
Jisung tries to reason that he wanted to keep you safe from falling, but when he feels your hot skin sitting perfectly in his palms, he can't help the shudder that wracks his body.
"The d-door is open." Jisung warns, his breath catching in his throat when you sniff his neck. Your nose tickles his sensitive scent glands.
"Do you have another session scheduled Dr Han?" Minho smiles when he gets the reaction he wants, his little tail twitches when he tweaks it between two of his fingers. Jisung moans at the sensation, his hips buck right into your centre.
"No, t- this was the only one today." Jisung's face rolls onto your shoulder, shyly nuzzling into your neckline. Enjoying the attention Minho gives his tail. You can feel both of their growing bulge, one pressed to your ass from behind and one right on your core.
"Let go of my hand." Your voice is devoid of the bite you always use on Minho which startles him, without thinking he releases your flesh-bound hands and he gets rewarded for obeying. Your hand presses against the indent in their clothes, his cocks twitch as you expertly start massaging through their clothes.
"Uh- hmn. Ah." Their bodies react honestly and instantly. The weight of their heads on your shoulders is heavy. Their fingers dig into the flesh of your waist.
"You smell so good." Minho breathes into your neck, his little sighs make goosebumps form on your feverish skin.
"Hmn." Han agrees, his mind is getting foggy as your smell mixes. His lips press to your neck, his small licks making you sigh as he gets so into it that there's no way he will ever tell you two to stop.
"You smell good too. Both of you." Their cocks twitch at the praise. There's no room between your bodies, even the air can't get into the small bubble you created. It's getting hot in the room, and the clothes you're wearing feel like they're in the way.
"Can we go further? y/n? Dr Han?" Minho checks in, sensing that you're getting frustrated and impatient. This whole thing is to make you relax and not add to your frustration, so he decides to break the ice first.
"Yes." You nod, excited. Your legs press together, so ready. Your hands never stop pleasuring them over their clothes.
"Call me Jisung. I think we're past the point of professionalism." He lifts his head from its previous position, his eyes hazy, but not hesitant anymore.
"Jisung, can we move forward? We want your consent." Your fingers trace the lines of his face. He's the comfort animal but you're comforting him.
If it were anyone else, he would say no firmly. Never before had he wanted to cross any lines with their clients, yet he finds himself agreeing.
"Yes, after you lock the door." Minho nods, moving away to turn the lock just like he asked.
You shiver when his body leaves you, Jisung holds you close not letting you feel cold for long.
Minho gets back to you with quick steps, his tail swishes happily as you nuzzle into Jisung's chest inhaling his calming scent. He smells like sunshine and warm laundry. Minho is entirely different, his scent is bold, like pine trees and sandalwood.
"Is this okay?" Minho carefully cups your core over your clothes. A pleased hum leaves his lips when you push into his hand your back arches into his chest.
"Yes." You're breathless as he moves his palm over you. It's not nearly enough. "Jisung, can you kiss me?" Your hooded eyes tempt him, you look so good now that you're not frowning. Your lips are inviting too.
Jisung cups your face and slowly shortens the distance, his kiss is careful just like his words were. You're the one who gets impatient, so you force his mouth open with your tongue. You hum at his taste.
"I want a kiss too," Minho whines behind you. Both you and Jisung smile into the kiss as you can hear the tantrum in his voice.
"Come here." You break the kiss to lock lips with Minho, his ears twitch in happiness as he kisses you back, his tempo is hurried and impatient just like yours. Nothing like the deep slowness with Jisung.
"Clothes. Off." You break free from their hold. Taking the initiative to take off your tee and jeans. Standing in your undergarments, your white panties are soaked into a darker shade, the smell significantly stronger now that there's less fabric in the way.
"Touch me." Hopping on the table behind you, you spread your legs eagerly. Grabbing their hands you guide them to your core, their fingers touch over your wet panties as they instinctively rub you.
"When was the last time someone touched you?" Can't really think when Minho's thumb circles your clit and Jisung presses his long fingers to go up and down your slit.
Jisung waits for your answer patiently.
"Hm- a few y - years?" You can hardly remember the time you were fucked by a real man. Mostly you get the job done using your trusty vibrator and fingers. It's been a while since you felt someone else's hands on you. It feels a lot better than when you do it.
"That's a lot of lonely nights." Minho hums in understanding. "Good thing we're here right Jisung?"
Jisung nods. His lips find your neck again, peppering you with kisses all over. Going down kissing the upper part of your breasts, asking permission before unclasping your bra and suck in a hardening nipple. Moving up your torso his hands grab a handful of your breasts while licking the other one until your nipples harden fully.
Now Minho fully takes over your lower half's treatment. His fingers hook into the wet string of your panties and push it to the side. Index and middle finger gliding over your wetness. Minho and Jisung moan, the scent of your arousal is potent in the air with each swipe of Minho's finger.
Your legs open wider to make access and Minho thanks you with a hard circle over your clit. Your hole quivers, feeling empty. Minho's fingers are so close yet so far from where you want them.
Your scent is getting into Jisung's head as he starts groping you firmly, his kisses and small licks turning slowly into deepening marks, his teeth sinking into the skin of your sensitive neck. His hamster nature kicks in as he lets the numbing need in his teeth sink into your flesh and leave marks all over your body. His nails scratch your back, not realising that he started to mark every inch of you.
You're practically soaking Minho's fingers, two of them easily push into you. Your moans are sinful and maybe a little bit too loud considering where you three are.
"Hush. Jagi, you're getting too loud." Minho bites your earlobe. Your hand goes over your mouth to silence your voice. Knowing a better way to shut you Minho presses his mouth to yours. His kiss is intense and his tongue is full of vigour as he explores the insides of your mouth.
His fingers are moving in you with just as much enthusiasm. Swallowing your moans with his kisses.
Jisung and Minho both feel their cocks are impossibly hard and throbbing. You're so ready that there's no point in prepping you any further.
"I'm so hard it hurts." Minho is the first to break. His hand stroked himself under his pants. His eyes heavy.
"Me too." Pressing his bulge against your leg Jisung humps you. Kissing each mark he left on you.
"I'm ready. You can- do it at the same time." Feverish you claw at their clothes, impatient.
Minho and Jisung look at each other, dumbfounded yet very turned on by your eagerness.
"R- really?" Jisung is the first to question you yet you show no signs of hesitation.
"You two never fucked a bunny before, huh?" Amused, you stroke both of their cocks. They are both huge and while it might be too much for most hybrids, you're a bunny. There's nothing a bunny can't take let it be a fox or a hamster.
"Y - you already know the answer jagi." You hum, stroking them a few more times before you guide them to position.
Minho takes his position behind you, his cock sliding up and down your slit as Jisung takes his place facing you. His cock presses into you slowly, he tries to be careful but his worries are unfounded as he sinks in with ease right to the hilt, your flesh stretching around his length. Minho presses in from behind, their cocks kiss each side of your walls pressing into all the spots that make you squeeze them.
"I can't - if you move I'll cum." Minho tries to test the waters but Jisung stops him from pulling out. "Give me a - minute." Panting, he looks out of it already.
"You can cum more than once." Not seeing the problem here, despite Jisung's efforts to stop him, Minho starts moving. You all moan in union as he picks up a relentless pace. Jisung's hands claw at Minho's back; his pace is not slowing down, even as pain blooms in place of the red marks. Jisung can only rock his hips, barely moving in you as Minho's cock drills in you, stimulating Jisung's twitching cock with each glide against him, pressing him to your fluttering walls.
Hot spurts of his cum flood you at once. Some of the white thick liquid is pushed out by the force of Minho's thrusts. Your walls are fluttering around them, pulsing until your own high comes. Your insides are getting wetter and hotter.
Your fingers grip Jisung's shoulders or they're tangled in Minho's hair, grabbing anything you can get your hands on as you take two pounding cocks in your cunt. Sweat is sliding down your arched back. The smell of sex and your mixed cum makes your head fuzzy.
Minho's cock is long and reaches further into the spot that scratches that itch deep in you. Jisung's is a thick stretch opening your walls to their limits. The perfect combination. It's so good that tears start to come out.
Jisung licks them off your face, his fingers knead your breasts. Leaving more marks across them. His cock is getting hard again due to the continuous stimulation from the pounding of Minho's cock. His stamina is great, his pace never falters his fingers card through yours and Jisung's hair comfortingly the opposite to this relentless thrusts.
Minho's breathing is laboured, the way he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back he's extremely close to finishing.
"Gonna cum." He warns, his hips slow down to desperate grinds.
"Inside. Come inside." Your permission is the last straw he needed for him to let go, his warm cum floods you. Thick, creamy and white as all of your cums mix in you and start to flow out.
Jisung keeps humping you, his cock is already rock hard again. Both of their cocks are moving in you in small grinds. Minho's still enjoying the last waves of his orgasm with slow grinds. Their cocks rub together better in this position, your walls clamping down on them still sensitive.
Your mood is elevated, the best you've felt in ages. Who knew having an orgasm would change so much in such a short time? You kiss them sweet and slow, intentful, conveying how happy you feel, so that both Jisung and Minho can feel you're glowing. You move your hips against them, the angle makes them both groan.
"How are you feeling?" Minho checks in, getting some sweaty hair out of your face. His eyes are full of hearts as he looks at you.
"Good. Better than ever." You show him a real smile that makes Minho's heart flutter and it's all thanks to Jisung.
"See. You can be a good team." Jisung is proud that he got an improvement, even if his usual technique is not so drastic as this. It's not the time to think about how he threw every rule out the window that he always followed.
"It's because of you." Minho licks the side of Jisung's face. You kiss his cheek as well. Jisung's ears twitch in delight.
"Yes, you need to be part of our team for us to work well."
Jisung's face turns red. This is really wrong but he's feeling happy. He want to be part of this too.
"Hmn, but I think we should stick to private counselling." Jisung and you both laugh at his joke. His heart is full when he hears you finally laugh at his joke, and no matter how much he would like this conversation to go on, his cock is getting hard again, and Jisung's still throbbing.
You kiss them. Licking into their mouths, you bounce on their cocks like your life is depending on it. Their possesive hands on your body is leaving more marks on you. Their cock move in tandem with each other, your moans are drowned out by the sinful sounds of your core's wet squelches, both men are going feral.
You're unsatable. So many times they cum in you, your thighs are wet and sticky with their release. Thanks to your smell, they are able to keep up with your desires until you're fully sated.
They don't stop until you're completely filled to the brim and marked in their scent.
Jisung helps you pat your clothes down, trying to make everything presentable. Minho gathered your clothes and started to clean up the surroundings.
"Well, thanks for the therapy." Minho's foxy grin makes both of you blush. Their mixed cum is still deep in your cunt, you need to keep it in as long as you can get your hands on a suitable time when you can shower. He pats down Jisung's hair that sticks out in all directions, thanks to you going through it with your fingers.
"I don't do this with my clients. Ever-."
"We know. I hope we can be your only exception, though." You stop him before he can spiral. "How about a date? The three of us?" You reach for their hands, intertwining your fingers, your little knob tail twitches. You look at them, hopeful. Your ears flat against your head, waiting.
"Sure," Minho smirks, giving you a flirtatious wink, but this time you don't feel annoyed by it.
"I'd like that." Jisung squeezes your hand, reassuring. His calming scent envelopes you.
Your boss might not be a total nutcase after all. You got a comfort animal all to yourselves.
summary: you never thought getting caught red-handed fantasizing about Mingi’s thighs would lead to such a steamy, unforgettable welcome home
Warnings: dom mingi, sub reader, manhandling, thigh riding, nose riding?, unprotected rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie
word count: 3,914
genre: smut with plot
pairing: idol!mingi x afab reader
Song Mingi has always been known to be the sexy, charming, deep-voiced tall rapper from ATEEZ — blessed with a plateable ass, thick thighs, and a nose bridge higher than any mountain’s peak. And well… he is also your boyfriend.
It was just like any other day, except that Mingi’s latest dance challenge video had been looping in the back of your mind for the past six hours. The way his ripped jeans clung to his thighs, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, damn him for posting that right before your shift. The apartment was quiet when you unlocked the door, and the absence of his usual booming laughter or off-key singing made it clear he wasn’t home yet. You kicked off your shoes, tossing your bag onto the couch with a sigh.
The fridge hummed softly as you grabbed a water bottle, leaning against the counter while scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Your thumb hovered over the video again, you’d watched it at least fifteen times already. The comment section was a warzone of thirst, half the replies just keyboard smashes, the other half poetic odes to the way the studio lights caught the sweat glistening on his exposed thighs. You knew those thighs intimately, the way they flexed when he lifted you against the wall, the warmth of them under your palms when he pulled you into his lap, but seeing them on display like this, shredded denim barely holding together, made your teeth sink into your bottom lip all over again.
You flopped onto the couch face-first, muffling a groan into the cushions. Sleep. You needed sleep. The couch smelled faintly of Mingi’s cologne, something warm and woody that lingered in the fabric no matter how many times you washed the throw pillows. It didn’t help. Neither did squeezing your eyes shut, because all you saw were those damn thighs, the way the material had torn just slightly at the seams when he—
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You didn’t need to look to know it was probably another Instagram notification about the video. The universe was mocking you.
With a huff, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling fan, its lazy rotation doing nothing to cool the heat prickling under your skin. This was ridiculous. Embarrassing, even. You’d seen him shirtless a thousand times, hell, you’d peeled that shirt off him yourself last night, but there was something about the way he moved in that video that refused to leave your head.
You pressed your lips together, shifting against the cushions as the heat in your body refused to settle and the faint trace of his cologne still lingering like a tease. It was too much.
Your hand reached for the nearest cushion, fingers digging into the soft fabric, pulling it closer and pressing it between your thighs, rocking against it slowly at first, seeking some kind of relief. The pressure felt good, grounding yet frustrating all at once. Your breath hitched as you moved a little faster, eyes closed, imagining it was something, someone else entirely. In your mind, it wasn’t the soft fabric anymore, it was Mingi’s thigh. Firm, warm, the smooth skin stretched over muscle, those long legs you couldn’t stop picturing.
The rhythmic drag of your hips against the cushion had you teetering on the edge, breaths coming in shallow pants when the front door clicked open. You didn’t hear it, too lost in the pulse between your legs, the way your thighs trembled as you chased that sweet, sharp release. Mingi’s voice cut through the haze like a blade, rough and amused. "Baby, I’m hom—" His words stuttered to a halt as he took in the scene: you, flushed and breathless, thighs clamped tight around the cushion, hips still subtly rocking as the realization slammed into you.
Mingi’s gym bag hit the floor with a thud, his eyebrows shot up, lips parting in a slow, wicked grin as his gaze dragged over you, the flush on your face, the way your thighs were still clenched desperately around the cushion. "Well," he drawled, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. "This is a fucking welcome."
He thudded against the hardwood as he stalked toward you, each step deliberate, predatory. You didn’t move, couldn’t, really, your body locked in place under the weight of his stare. Mingi crouched in front of the couch, his knees cracking audibly, and you caught the sharp scent of his sweat mingling with that damn cologne. His thumb hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Been thinking about me, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that always made your stomach flip.
His thumb slid down from your chin, dragging lazily along your bottom lip before tugging it free from between your teeth. Mingi’s grin widened as his other hand settled on your knee, warm and heavy, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse jump. "You didn’t even wait for me," he teased, voice dropping lower as his grip tightened. "Didn’t even fucking text."
"I—" you started, but his laugh cut you off, low and rough, vibrating through the space between you like a physical touch.
"Let me guess," he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your lips, warm and tinged with the mint gum he always chewed after practice. "You watched the video." His free hand slid up your thigh, fingers tracing the seam of your sweatpants where they bunched around your hips. "How many times, baby?"
The heat in your cheeks burned hotter, and you tried to squirm away, but Mingi’s grip was iron. "Fifteen…," you mumbled, and his grin turned feral, eyes darkening as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
The number hung between you like a confession, and Mingi’s grin widened until his teeth glinted in the low light. "Fifteen," he repeated, voice husky with something between disbelief and raw satisfaction. His fingers curled around your thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt through you. "Fuck, you’re greedy." His thumb swiped over your lower lip again, this time pressing down just enough to make you open for him, and the groan that rumbled out of his chest was filthy. "Could’ve called me. I would’ve come home sooner."
The words died in your throat as Mingi’s thumb pressed harder against your lip, his other hand sliding up your thigh with deliberate slowness. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dropping into that rough, honeyed tone that always unraveled you. "All worked up over a fucking video." His grin was all teeth, predatory and pleased, as he hooked a finger under the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to expose the flushed skin of your hips.
The whimper that escaped you was embarrassingly high-pitched when Mingi’s fingers finally—finally—dipped beneath the damp fabric of your panties. His calloused fingertips dragged through the slick heat between your thighs, and your hips jerked off the couch instinctively. Mingi’s chuckle was dark, curling around you like smoke as he pressed you back into the cushions with his free hand, his breath hot against your neck as he dragged his fingers through your folds, slow and deliberate. “You’re fucking soaked.”
His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss, your thighs trembling with the effort not to chase his touch. Mingi leaned back on his heels, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips as he wiped his fingers on his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. "Nuh-uh," he tutted, tilting his head like he was scolding a misbehaving puppy. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"
Mingi’s hands gripped your hips with sudden hunger, fingers digging into your skin as he effortlessly lifted you off the couch. The room spun for a second, your breath catching in your throat. In one fluid motion, he yanked your sweatpants down your thighs, then hooked his fingers into your underwear. With a low, impatient growl and a sharp rip, the delicate fabric tore apart under his strength. He tossed the ruined panties aside without a second glance.
He pulled you forward, settling you directly onto his thick thigh. Mingi leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wider to give you full access, his smirk dark and dripping with satisfaction.
A soft gasp slipped from your lips as the solid heat of his muscle pressed right against your bare, dripping core. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged deliciously against your sensitive skin. Fingers scrambling for purchase on his broad chest, you rolled your hips experimentally, and a low, rumbling groan escaped him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough. One large hand slid up your spine and tangled firmly in your hair, tugging just enough to arch your back. “Use me, baby. Ride my thigh like you’ve been fantasizing about.”
His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back until you were forced to meet his gaze, dark, amused, utterly in control. "You wanted this," Mingi murmured. "So fucking bad you couldn’t even wait for me." His grin was lazy, predatory, as he spread his thighs wider beneath you, the rough fabric of his sweatpants dragging against your bare skin.
His other hand slid down your spine and gripped your ass, pressing you harder against his thigh. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged perfectly over your clit with every desperate roll of your hips. “Look at you,” he groaned softly, lips brushing your throat. “Soaking my thigh like a needy little thing.”
You whimpered, grinding down faster, but it still wasn’t enough. Mingi chuckled darkly at your frustration. “Can’t get there on your own, baby?” His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm, slick circles that made your back arch sharply. The added pressure was devastating. Your moans grew louder, thighs trembling around his as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “That’s it,” he whispered hotly against your neck. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
The orgasm hit you like lightning. A broken cry tore from your throat as intense waves crashed over you, your body shaking uncontrollably on his thigh. Mingi kept his fingers moving, drawing out every pulse until you were whimpering, oversensitive, and completely spent against his chest.
"Fuck—" The words broke from your lips in a desperate gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as aftershocks ripped through you. His fingers refused to stop, relentlessly circling your oversensitive clit in tight, merciless strokes that made your hips jerk uncontrollably. “Too much— Mingi, stop—”
Before you could catch your breath, he slipped his hands beneath your waist and lifted you as though you weighed nothing. Your knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of him as he yanked you forward, forcing you to straddle his face.
“Mingi—!” Your surprised cry melted into a broken moan the moment his tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe up your dripping folds. His strong hands clamped down on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his low, smug laugh vibrated straight against your core.
“Stay still,” he growled against your soaked skin, before his mouth sealed over you completely. His tongue worked you with devastating precision, broad, wet strokes followed by teasing flicks, his nose pressing perfectly against your swollen clit with every movement. The new angle was overwhelming, deeper, more intense. Every lick and suck pulled fresh whimpers from your throat as you trembled above him, fingers tangled desperately in his hair.
You whimpered, thighs trembling violently around his head as Mingi devoured you with relentless precision. His tongue moved in lazy, sinful circles before flicking sharply over your swollen clit, each stroke pulling desperate, broken sounds from your throat. His thumbs pressed hard into the soft flesh of your hips, the dull sting only feeding the fire building inside you.
“Fuck—Mingi—I can’t—” The plea came out shattered, your fingers fisting tighter in his hair as your knees shook.
Mingi only hummed deeply against your soaked core, the vibration ripping through you like electricity. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with hunger. “You can,” he said, voice low and commanding. “And you will. Give me one more.”
Then, his mouth was on you again, tongue pressing deep, then curling, sucking, devouring. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room as he held you down, forcing you to take every second of it. Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, slamming into you without mercy. A raw cry tore from your throat as your body convulsed, thighs clamping around his head while pleasure tore through every nerve.
Mingi’s arms encircled you the moment your trembling legs gave out, hauling you down onto his lap. The couch groaned under your combined weight as he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath still hot, his lips still glistening with the taste of you. His laughter rumbled through you, warm, smug, unbearably satisfied as you sagged against him, boneless and spent.
The hard, insistent press of his cock against your thigh made you whimper. You were still shaking, barely recovered, when Mingi tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked your head back. His mouth crashed into yours in a messy, demanding kiss, all teeth, tongue, and raw need. He tasted like you, and he kissed you like he was starving.
You clutched at his shoulders as his free hand slid down your spine, gripping your ass and grinding you against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. The rough fabric dragged against your sensitive, bare skin with every roll of his hips. He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, pulling back just enough to smirk at your dazed expression.
“Still with me, baby?” he murmured, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheekbone even as his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.
Your reply came out as a whine, half-muffled. "Mmm'still here," you slurred, your eyelids fluttering like you were fighting off sleep. Your limbs felt heavy, boneless, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mingi’s chuckle vibrated against your cheek, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your spine.
"Good," Mingi growled against your temple, his grip tightening possessively around your waist as he shifted beneath you. His voice dropped into that rough, honeyed register that never failed to send shivers down your spine. "Cause I’m not fucking done with you yet."
His arms tightened around your waist. In one smooth, powerful motion, he stood up from the couch, lifting you effortlessly with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he held you flush against his chest, your bare core pressed firmly against the hard line of his cock straining through his sweatpants.
Mingi didn’t head for the bedroom.
Instead, he turned toward the bathroom, carrying you down the hallway with long, confident strides. Each step made his hardness grind against your soaked, sensitive pussy, drawing soft whimpers from your throat.
You buried your face in his neck, still dazed. “Min… where are we—”
He cut you off with a low chuckle, nipping sharply at your earlobe as he kicked the bathroom door open with his foot. The loud thud echoed off the tiles as he carried you inside. The lights flickered on automatically, bathing the room in a warm glow just as your back met the cool marble counter.
Mingi crowded you against it instantly, the edge biting into your hips. His hands were impatient, one yanking at the hem of the oversized shirt you’d stolen from his drawer that morning. With a sharp rip, the fabric tore at the collar. He tossed the ruined shirt aside without hesitation, his other hand already stripping off his own top.
His pupils were blown wide, dark desire swallowing the warm brown of his eyes as he drank in the sight of your fully bare body pressed against the sink. His gaze then flicked downward to his own thigh, to the glossy, slick sheen you had left on the dark fabric of his sweatpants, and his grin turned feral.
“Well, damn,” Mingi murmured, voice thick with amusement as his fingers traced the wet spot you’d made. “You really ruined my favorite sweatpants, baby.”
His laugh was low and husky, sending heat curling low in your belly. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shoved the sweatpants down his hips with deliberate slowness. The fabric caught briefly on his hard cock before dropping to his ankles. He kicked them aside carelessly and stepped closer, pressing the burning heat of his bare thighs against your spread legs.
His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he pressed your back against the shower tiles. The cold marble made you gasp at first, but it quickly warmed under the rising steam and the heat of your bodies. Your arms locked around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet hair as he pinned you to the wall with his hips.
The hot spray hit your back a second later, making you moan into his mouth. Mingi swallowed the sound greedily, kissing you deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, filthy strokes that left your legs trembling around his waist as he reached between your bodies, lining himself up, and pushed inside you in one smooth, brutal thrust.
The moment his thick cock slid deep, the breath was punched straight out of your lungs. There was no teasing, no slow buildup, just the overwhelming stretch of him filling you completely. Your head fell back against the tiles with a thud as he slammed his hips forward, the force hard enough to make the wall rattle, the steam clinging to your skin as Mingi’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Fucking hell,” he growled, the word rough against your throat as he pulled back just enough to snap his hips forward again, the angle sharp enough to make your toes curl.
Hot water cascaded over both of you while Mingi fucked you against the wall. One hand slid up to tangle roughly in your hair, yanking your head back so he could scrape his teeth down your exposed throat. “You take me so fucking good,” he rasped, hips snapping up into you relentlessly. “Always so tight for me.”
He adjusted his grip, lifting you a little higher against the tiles. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines he only groaned at approvingly. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly, mixing with the roar of the shower and your broken moans.
Mingi’s rhythm was merciless now. Deep, hard strokes that had the shower tiles shaking behind you. Water streamed down his back and over your joined bodies, making everything slick and slippery as he drove into you.
“Shit— Min—” you sobbed, clinging to him as pleasure bordered on overwhelming. “Yeah?” he panted against your neck, voice wrecked. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
He shifted one hand under your ass, the other bracing against the tile beside your head as he fucked you even harder. His lips found yours again in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing every moan while his cock dragged along your walls with devastating precision.
Your thighs started trembling around his waist, that familiar coil tightening rapidly in your core. Mingi felt it, the way you clenched around him, and let out a low, filthy groan. “You close again?” he growled, teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Come on, then. Come on my cock like a good girl.” His pace turned punishing, hips slamming into you relentlessly as steam swirled thickly around you. The pressure built unbearably fast until it shattered.
You came hard with a sharp, broken scream of his name, your walls pulsing tightly around him. Mingi cursed loudly, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it with short, erratic thrusts. With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one final time and came, spilling deep inside you while holding you pinned against the shower wall.
Your body went completely limp against his chest, forehead pressed to his collarbone as you gasped for air. The hot water had turned your skin pink, thick steam swirling around you both. Mingi’s arms stayed locked around you, strong and steady, keeping you upright while his breathing slowly evened out against your temple.
“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. His lips brushed your damp hair. “You good, baby?”
You gave a weak nod, fingers still trembling where they clutched his shoulders. Mingi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, thumbs tracing lazy circles on your hips.“Liar,” he murmured, amused. “I can still feel you twitching around me.”
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the steady roar of the shower. Mingi trailed soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder, still buried deep inside you as he held you close.
Eventually the water turned lukewarm against your back. He reached behind you and shut it off, the sudden silence filled only by dripping water. His nose brushed your temple as he inhaled deeply, arms still locked around you like he wasn’t ready to let go.
“Should take you to bed,” he murmured, voice low and rough, but he made no move to pull out yet.
Your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. Mingi finally wrapped a warm towel around your shoulders, drying you with surprisingly gentle hands before sliding an arm under your knees. He lifted you effortlessly against his chest.
The movement jolted you for a second. You caught a glimpse of his sharp jaw and wet lashes before your head lolled against his shoulder.
Mingi chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he carried you out of the bathroom. “Knew you’d crash,” he whispered, smug and fond, pressing a kiss to your damp hair while his bare feet padded down the hallway.
The bedroom door creaked softly as Mingi nudged it open with his hip, carrying you like you were something precious. He lowered you onto the bed with careful hands, letting your body sink into the familiar sheets. The comforter was warm as he drew it over your bare shoulders, tucking it gently around you.
The mattress dipped as he climbed in behind you. Without hesitation, he pulled you back against his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. His lips brushed the nape of your neck in a slow, tender kiss, a quiet contrast to the way he’d taken you earlier.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispered against the nape of your neck, voice low and warm. His fingers continued tracing slow, soothing patterns over your hip, grounding you in his embrace.
You hummed softly, already drifting as exhaustion pulled you under. Mingi pressed one last gentle kiss to your temple, then settled behind you, pulling you closer until your back was flush against his chest.
He held you tighter, his warm, solid body curled protectively around yours. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the strong beat of his heart against your back gently lulled you into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
THIS SEGMENT IS DARKER, HAS MORE PAINFUL -ISMS, AND HAS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT SMUT.
Part 1 - Playing With Fire (Chapter 16 - smut edition) - coming soon
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
I would like to thank @sp4ceboo and @lixiwh0re for encouraging me to write my first fic. It has been an interesting challenge, with my favourite chapter being chapter 14 (Factory Reset). It took me 7 hours to write and it was the best time of my life. I thought only four hours had passed but I was having too much fun.
I hope to do a better job at the second and final part. I had wanted to do another fic before coming back to this one but I should just bite the bullet and finish it. It has been an interesting time in my life. Thank you for reading.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 17: The Wages of Sin
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 7:00 am
At this time, you are usually getting ready to go for your walk around the lake. Many times, Felix is usually with you. It's his way of getting his own run in and also a way to spend more time with you. The two of you are used to this, but things are different today, the tension is palpable in the room. Your two handsome and beautiful husbands are in your apartment, and they are doing their best not to raise their voices. You are not worried at all, their posture doesn't threaten you in any way, but they are being firm in their speech. You remember that you are way older than them and can't believe the gall these kids have, talking to you like this. Where did the respect go? Then you are simultaneously reminded how you are their wife, your age gets erased in so many ways, from how they take care of you financially, physically and eventually you started sleeping with them and have turned into an absolute fool. That last thing really took all the power away from you and you don't like it one bit. Can you scold them when you have been begging them since that Halloween party? Not that they are annoyed to indulge you but you can't claim to have the upper hand when ...
"Y/N, pay attention," Felix cuts through your thoughts. It seems you may have drifted off. There's no lovey dovey in this room, it's all business, a life is being discussed. Hyunjin is standing behind a seated Felix, with his hand on a shoulder, trying to keep Felix calm. You are across the couch from them, the space between you makes it feel like you are in a courtoom disputing commonly held assets. Is this a divorce or the splitting of a company? You know enough about family law, you just have to brush up a bit on it. You had to learn when it was time to get rid of Shida's biological dad and all ties to him. Looks like you will have to learn Korean as well as Australian laws, and your heart rate is actually slowing down because being in the fight for your life is the norm for you. Regular life is the abberation, and you are changing your costume from regular human to warrior. They don't know it, they don't know your past, actually they know just a little about you and this has been by design.
"We know you have the right to do whatever you want with this pregnancy. If you are considering abortion, we'd like you to consider not doing that and giving the baby to us instead. We've never been dads but our Hyung back home, Chris, he's married and has three kids, he'll help us. He always helps us with everything." Felix is looking at you as he says this, and with the way Hyunjin looks at you at the same time, you can see they are of the same mind and have discussed this before they showed up this morning at your door.
"We can adopt the kid, either of us can, for now. For the time the kid is in Korea, he'll have many uncles that can help out and for the kid to look up to. Seungmin can help in sports, he plays baseball, and for religion, we have Jeongin, he's a Catholic priest. This child will not lack family, there will be many people willing to help. If it's Australia, there are fewer people but I have my parents and sisters. Either way, this child will get a good life." You can see that Hyunjin is slowly massaging Felix's shoulder but you haven't said anything yet.
"You mean your friend will hand the baby over to his already overwhelmed wife, the woman with three kids?" You want to snarl but you refrain because you are too old for childish behavior, your emotional regulation is good, and so far, the two of them have been acting cordial, no need to escalate the situation to a place it doesn't need to be.
"Y/N," Hyunjin mutters quietly. He's dismayed, his face shows disappointment. You feel a punch in your gut, you have no intention of hurting them even if it's psychological. The three of you have never actually fought before and this was long overdue. Had the three of you been pretending all this time?
"I've raised kids before, not just Shida. I know how intensive it can be. I don't take it kindly when you make such a commitment when you have never done anything like this before."
"You have children?" Felix almost whispers the question.
"I have many who call me mother, and yes, I raised them with my own two hands. The rest, I have raised them by paying to keep them in school, as well as clothing and feeding them. I have kids, some of them older than the two of you."
Felix and Hyunjin look at each other, they don't talk but they both seemed shocked at this revelation.
"You said you don't have kids." Felix reminds you.
"I don't have biological kids, I am still a mother. And Shida is my granddaughter, she's biologically mine, though not physcially from me. We share genes. I have many kinds of children."
"Who are you, we don't know much about you. Y/N, who are you? You are the mother of our child but we hardly know you." Felix is getting heated, Hyunjin is losing control of the situation when Felix stands up.
"Who am I?" you ask, "What do you mean who am I? What exactly are you attracted to in me if you don't know who I am." You are also starting to slip and becoming annoyed. Your saliva has turned bitter. Hyunjin in the only sane person in the room and he doesn't know what to do.
Felix moves closer, he't not exactly menacing but he's getting more agitated. Hyunjin follows him like he's worried what Felix might do. You are not alarmed, not yet.
"How are we supposed to know you when you hide behind music and Chinese dramas?" Felix doesn't look or sound pleased to have to bring this up, you can tell he's not aiming to hurt you. So you match his energy and don't retaliate, you remain silent.
"You asked us to limit our use of porn, to cut out weed and alcohol when interacting with you. We did all of that, still do. But what did you do instead, you hid behind music and television. Is this fair?"
You refuse to talk about how being open to men has only led to your being hurt by them in the long run, even the good ones. You silence makes something snap in Felix and he turns around and goes towards the door, he starts wearing his shoes at the foyer. Hyunjin is stuck in front of you.
"Felix, where are you going?" Hyunjin asks. Felix says something about needing air, and he leaves quietly, doesn't even slam the door. How very mature of him. Felix's fight is so anticlimactic, everyone is losing on so many levels.
"Hyunjin, please follow him."
"You are the mother of our child, I don't want to leave you."
"There is no us," you motion with your hand indicating the three of you, "if you don't go after Felix right now. I don't want him alone, ever."
Hyunjin hesitates.
"I am not going anywhere, I will be here when you come back." And with that, you stand up from the couch and get a sling bag from your bedroom. You put two bottles of water, Felix's gloves which he forgot. It's good he took his beanie. You put the bag on Hyunjin and once it's secure, he gives you a tight hug, a quick kiss on the lips, and leaves. The moment he does, you drop the act and drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes. A heavy sob makes its way through you body and it's so strong, you can't help it that it leaves your mouth loudly. Tears sting the corners of your eyes and you begin to shake, your heart rate goes up and you wonder if your child will have to understand the painful meaning of this song. (Machine immitation cover of the song about a dad going MIA.)
HYUNJIN'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 7:19 am
You are standing outside the door in your beanie, gloves and coat, about to chase after Your Heart because Your Woman insisted on it, when you hear her collapse and start to sob. You want to go back in but you know she wouldn't like that, she did a lot to make sure her facade didn't drop, so going back in would ruin her effort. With much pain, you set off for the elevator before Your Heart gets too far. You catch up with him right outside the building, he's walking slowly. Your quietly put the gloves on his hands and just walk alongside of him, giving him time to speak.
The walk inevitably takes the two of you to the lake, to the place where Your Heart met Your Woman almost a year ago, a place where they have many memories, but you have never actually been here, alone or with either of them. This is new, and the contemplative silence between you continues. Halfway around the lake, Your Heart slips his hand around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder as you continue to walk. You put your arm around his shoulder.
"Why didn;t you stay with Old Hen?"
"She threatened to break up with us if I didn't follow you. She cried after we both left."
Your Heart sighs and you continue walking. Twice, is the number of times you walk around the lake, before Your Heart decides it's time to go back to Your Woman's apartment.
Y/N'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 8:30 am
You pulled yourself together a few minutes after Hyunjin had left to chase after Felix. You are this old yet living the life of a confused teenage girl, pregnant and not having planned for it. Abortion is out of the question, but you had done so well to make sure you never got pregnant in the first place. That included years of abstinence when the quality of men available to date was just terrible.
You had refused to keep track of your period using an app and used a printed out calendar because, you didn't want Google or whatever tech giant is out there to know about your cycle. But your consumption of smut should have been a give away. Anyway, your time with yiour husbands caused you to stop marking your calendar, so when you started throwing up in the mornings, you couldn't be sure if it was food poisoning or a pregnancy. Your food eating habits had changed significantly after meeting them, and you were eating less of your own food. You went to the clinic for a blood test to be sure what was going on and had been informed that you are now pregnant.
There's also the whole issue of how you view semen as a murder weapon. Growing up, you watched so many women around you die. Their husbands ran around collecting HIV and gave the disease to them. The men never cared what they could get sick, never cared they could pass it on to their wives, and some even took ARVs in secret while never informing their wives of their change in health status. So the women kept getting sick not knowing what was wrong, only to later find out they had been infected with HIV by their husbands.
Some people decided that they wouldn't die alone, and went ahead and slept with everyone the could in the village. It was a sick case of crabs in a barrell and also where misery loves company. Needless to say, you were deathly afraid of semen, hence why you had always used a condom during sex. And now to think some of that lethal stuff had managed to get through and actually seed a child inside you was horrifying. You didn't hate your husbands, didn't fear them, and in theory they were faithful, but you had buried too many women in your family and around you to trust them 100%. These young people have no idea how bad it was during the HIV and AIDS crisis, so they can be very casual about sex like this. It was bad enough you were sleeping with two of them but you knew even sleeping with one man who was sleeping with everyone without protection was the equivalent of sleeping with everyone.
At this point, you can't claim a child would destroy your career, for you are not young anymore. There is no 'bright future' waiting to be tarnished by child rearing, but at the same time you had hoped to have a quiet ending. Children are a lot of work, and even though you exercise, you know you can't really keep up with running children, not like you did when you were younger.
You know you are not going to have a normal retirement like those who were born and raised in this country, you are probably going to work until your last day alive, thanks to showing up here much later in life. You still have a father to support back home, so shifting responsibilites is going to be tricky. You are not intending on abandon your father as this is against your culture, but at the same time you don't want to neglect your child. You don't bother to count on your husbands on the issue of the baby because you know men are fickle. They can say one thing today and change their minds the next. They don't carry a baby in their womb so they were less attached to it, especially if it was with a woman who meant nothing to them. You wonder what you mean to your husbands.
The legal issues will go beyond what ever monikers you had chosen to give each other. You are going to have to navigate the issue of real paternity outside of this bubble the three of you have created. The three of you might want something but the real world was already tearing you apart, what with their time in this country coming to an end in August of 2026, and only one father being recognized legally. Fantasies crash and burn when they collide with reality, and you don't like the bitter taste of reality. You take a sip of your bottle of water when reality intrudes again with a call from Hyunjin. He informs you that they are back.
You buzz them in and wait for them at the door. Before they even remove their shoes, Felix is hugging you. It feels both sad and hopeful. You will have to have a talk that's less acrimonious than the last one.
HYUNJIN'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 8:50 am
You made a breakfast of eggs and toast and there's mint tea. Because of Y'N's limied palate, there are fewer options. You are back in the living room with the food on the coffee table, and Y'N is seated on the floor this time, her arm on Felix's thigh. The two of them look apologetic to each other, and she's letting both of you eat. As usual, she can't eat so she's just watching patiently. There is no trace of the crying you heard her do, her facade is back up again. When breakfast is done and you have done the dishes with a little help from Your Heart, you all sit back in the living room.
"I do not have an abortion in mind," My Woman starts by way of explanation, "I do not intend to make this miserable for anyone, not for myself, the baby, or the two of you. This is completely unplanned and something that shouldn't have happened has actually happened. I'm even tempted to think Spring Chicken did something to make this into a reality, because he's always talked about wanting children and wanting to remain in my life after next year. But we've already had our lukewarm fight this morning, I don't feel like fighting anymore. We can just talk like adults."
"I do want children for sure, but I wouldn't resort to such tactics. I, we, have stepped up, with no intention of abandoning the child. But tell me Old Hen, did you really plan to end this after August of next year?" Your Heart asks Your Woman.
"I din't see it going anywhere after the two of you leave. You have your lives ahead of you, lives to build. My life is here, but now I am tied to you via this child. I like being with you but I didn't want to get in the way, that's all. We also don't have to be a throuple to parent a child, this is independent of what's going on with us."
There is silence in the room, so you decide to ask, "How do you intend to raise the child?"
"I'll send it home after my maternity leave is over. I exist overseas to support myself and my dad. It's cheaper to raise the child back home and there are more people in the extended family to help. I never raised my kids alone, the workload was significantly less with many people involved. I can't tolerate doing it alone, or with just two other people."
This is shocking to you, as it is to Your Heart, that a mother could send her child elsewhere to be raised and be seperated. The expression on your faces is probably what prompts Your Woman to speak some more.
"My mom left my home country almost immediately after I was born. My being born didn't destroy her career. I was not abandoned at home, I have many mother figures as well as father figures. I was raised with a lot of care and attention, never neglected. So I am quite comfortable with having others do the literal raising of my child."
Your Heart looks at you again, and you both realize Your Woman is sharing a whole lot more information than before. This is the side Your Heart was wishing for earlier this morning when he stated that Your Woman was not letting her personality show beyond music and Chinese dramas.
"I am genuinely worried about the option you are presenting, how safe is our child in your home country?" you ask Your Woman.
"Immigrants such as myself who don't want to mess up their children typically send them home. When we work too much, our kids end up being truant, end up in gangs. So what's the point of coming to the developed world, only to wind up with children who can't make full use of the opportunities that are available, but then chose to become a menace to the society? Without an extended family, I am not equipeed to raise a child well. I won't pretend that I can. Lack of safety is a risk I am willing to take."
"This is quite a lot to think about. i think the child would be safer in my Korea or Felix's Australia, rather than your home country."
"True, but physical safety doesn't always mean there's equal psychological safety. I'm not saying we are perfect in my home country, we have our own set of social and psychological problems, but we have more people to attempt to rely on. Yes, the government isn't available to help but a human being though harsh, has a tendency to want the best for you even if it means they have to be harsh. I have seen victims/recepients of social welfare systems in two developed countries so far, up close, and they are not well adjusted individuals. Governments are too large and too beaurecratic to raise a functional human being. I say this as someone coming from a society where most people don't have any desire to make personal effort and would rather pray to God to fix their issues. I just see many dysfuntional adults created by the welfare system here, so they are unable to function better in a developed country. That's why I don't count on families in developed countries. Things get tough and family members tell the one suffering to go to the government for help. There's no community left."
Your Heart intejects, "This is a lot to think about Old Hen. We have time.We'll take it slowly. Okay?".
Your Woman nods at Your Heart, and smiles wistfully at both of you then declares about how sad it is that she got pregnant while never having had unprotected sex her entire life. The moment is slips out her face drops, she hadn't intended to say it out loud. Your Woman has been having too many unguarded moments this morning, and you are at a loss on what to say at this point. But Your Heart asks her to clarify what she means by protected sex, she says she's never had sex without a condom. It's too early in the day to be discussing such serious matters but here you all are. It seems Your Heart is emboldened and asks if she'd like to try it, given that she has nothing to lose.
"I do have something to lose, like my pH balanace."
"How can we fix that?"
"You have to drink more water. Concentrated semen can really screw up a woman's coochie for as long as a couple of months. It's not really worth it."
Your Heart goes to the kitchen and comes back with a tray with two glasses and a pitcher full of water. He asks you to start drinking up, saying something about being ready just in case Your Woman ever wants to try 'unprotected' sex. Your Woman just shakes her head slowly as she watches the two of you start drinking the water slowly. You have no intention of going anywhere else the entire weekend, you have time to flush your systems.
Sunday 7th December, 2025 - 7:00 pm
The three of you have been discussing on and off, talking about the future. One thing Your Woman brought up is the beauty standards in Korea. Asians use skin 'brighteners' while Africans use skin bleaches, with the same aim, to look less dark. But she says Asians staying out of the sun to lessen the effects of darkening from the sun puts it on another level. It's going to be rough raising a child in a place where skin tone is everything, and this child will be naturally darker. There's no child who doesn't have challenges growing up but Your Woman is particularly alarmed about this one.
Before you can even respond to this issue, Your Woman moves on to the next topic like the last one isn't a big deal, she announces that she'd like to try condom free sex tonight. You guess that all that flushing both you and Your Heart have been doing over the weekend has finally paid off. Your Heart asks Your Woman if she is sure, she says yes, but he offers her an out any time she wants to. There's no compulsion here.
That night Your Heart wants you to go first but you remind him he went first that night after the Halloween party, so he should be the one this time around. Your Woman says it's a strange experience, but she doesn't mind doing it again because it feels good before the ejaculation. You hope her pH balance isn't a problem later on, you'd like to keep doing this for the duration of the pregnancy.
FELIX'S POV
Saturday 27th December, 2025 - 5:00 pm
The three of you went out of town for Christmas because Old Hen wanted to see Aura again. The two of you hadn't, but it was a nice experience in the cathedral. But right now you find Old Hen hiding out in Hyunjin's room, on the floor, in the corner as usual, with some music playing at a low volume. Your take your usual spot right next to her, or to be truthful, on her, the two of you still have this thing you like to do on the floor, which almost always results in falling asleep together. You notice tears are streaming down her face, she's crying but doesn't look sad.
"Old Hen, what's wrong?" you ask.
"Co-wife, where is our husband?"
"Downstairs, in the kitchen."
"Mmh."
"Why the tears, tell me."
"This song bridges the past and the present. I watched a lot of Indian serials when I was growing up and we did it as a family.Many of those I watched the serials with are no longer in this realm. So that part is in this song, as well as the present, where I love Chinese costume dramas. I can even hear a didgeridoo in there, maybe that's you, representing Austrialia. There's a collison of feelings here, my longing for the past, for those gone, and for the present, as well as the people in the present."
You pause and ask to see the music video for the song. It doesn't mean much to you, beyond looking like a Chinese style Indian dance. You place your hand on Old Hen's lower belly and remind her that there's also a baby on the way, there's the future in the song. Old Hen sighs and looks at you. You kiss her forehead.
Y/N'S POV
Friday 2nd January, 2026 - 10:00 am
You made sure you went to Bath and Body Works semi annual sale without your husbands. Spending Christmas out of town with them was overwhelming. And because you had been with them that whole week for Christmas, it meant you got to have more unprotected sex. They liked to call it depositing, as if depositing sperm in a sperm bank. You had actually become less worried, your coochie wasn't complaining, no weird disturbances resulting in yeast infections, it was going well. You spent New Year's Eve and New Year with them, so this weekend you were taking another break from them. You liked them a lot but needed a break, even though they kept sneaking into your life almost every night they could.
So you are now on your first break in the staff caffeteria, when your phone rings. You answer it when you see it's the clinic's caller ID.
"Good morning, I'm Angie. I'm calling from Dr. Bekker's office, please may I speak to Y/N Y/L/N?"
"Good morning, this is Y/N. How can I help you?"
"I'm afraid but there was a mix up at the lab with your bloodwork. The technician redid the pregnancy test and you are determined not preganant. We apologize for the mix up."
You are silent, and don't respond until Angie attempts to get your attention the second time. You thank her for the information and then go into shock. You have dealt with unwanted pregancies where you stepped in, or someone else did, and you raised living children who should have been aborted. One of these children is Shida. This was your first time dealing with thinking you are pregnant when you are not, and then accidentally doing everything possible to get pregant.
As if the heavens are mocking you, while you are still trying to wrap your head around your current reality, you can feel the last remnants of Spring Chicken's deposit from last night, seeping out of you and onto your panty shield.
This is the last chapter of Third Wheeling Hyunlix. I have part two coming up for the conclusion. I will make it a whole lot shorter. I hope you had a good time reading it. It was a learning experience for me, and thank you for all your likes.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 17: The Wages of Sin
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 7:00 am
At this time, you are usually getting ready to go for your walk around the lake. Many times, Felix is usually with you. It's his way of getting his own run in and also a way to spend more time with you. The two of you are used to this, but things are different today, the tension is palpable in the room. Your two handsome and beautiful husbands are in your apartment, and they are doing their best not to raise their voices. You are not worried at all, their posture doesn't threaten you in any way, but they are being firm in their speech. You remember that you are way older than them and can't believe the gall these kids have, talking to you like this. Where did the respect go? Then you are simultaneously reminded how you are their wife, your age gets erased in so many ways, from how they take care of you financially, physically and eventually you started sleeping with them and have turned into an absolute fool. That last thing really took all the power away from you and you don't like it one bit. Can you scold them when you have been begging them since that Halloween party? Not that they are annoyed to indulge you but you can't claim to have the upper hand when ...
"Y/N, pay attention," Felix cuts through your thoughts. It seems you may have drifted off. There's no lovey dovey in this room, it's all business, a life is being discussed. Hyunjin is standing behind a seated Felix, with his hand on a shoulder, trying to keep Felix calm. You are across the couch from them, the space between you makes it feel like you are in a courtoom disputing commonly held assets. Is this a divorce or the splitting of a company? You know enough about family law, you just have to brush up a bit on it. You had to learn when it was time to get rid of Shida's biological dad and all ties to him. Looks like you will have to learn Korean as well as Australian laws, and your heart rate is actually slowing down because being in the fight for your life is the norm for you. Regular life is the abberation, and you are changing your costume from regular human to warrior. They don't know it, they don't know your past, actually they know just a little about you and this has been by design.
"We know you have the right to do whatever you want with this pregnancy. If you are considering abortion, we'd like you to consider not doing that and giving the baby to us instead. We've never been dads but our Hyung back home, Chris, he's married and has three kids, he'll help us. He always helps us with everything." Felix is looking at you as he says this, and with the way Hyunjin looks at you at the same time, you can see they are of the same mind and have discussed this before they showed up this morning at your door.
"We can adopt the kid, either of us can, for now. For the time the kid is in Korea, he'll have many uncles that can help out and for the kid to look up to. Seungmin can help in sports, he plays baseball, and for religion, we have Jeongin, he's a Catholic priest. This child will not lack family, there will be many people willing to help. If it's Australia, there are fewer people but I have my parents and sisters. Either way, this child will get a good life." You can see that Hyunjin is slowly massaging Felix's shoulder but you haven't said anything yet.
"You mean your friend will hand the baby over to his already overwhelmed wife, the woman with three kids?" You want to snarl but you refrain because you are too old for childish behavior, your emotional regulation is good, and so far, the two of them have been acting cordial, no need to escalate the situation to a place it doesn't need to be.
"Y/N," Hyunjin mutters quietly. He's dismayed, his face shows disappointment. You feel a punch in your gut, you have no intention of hurting them even if it's psychological. The three of you have never actually fought before and this was long overdue. Had the three of you been pretending all this time?
"I've raised kids before, not just Shida. I know how intensive it can be. I don't take it kindly when you make such a commitment when you have never done anything like this before."
"You have children?" Felix almost whispers the question.
"I have many who call me mother, and yes, I raised them with my own two hands. The rest, I have raised them by paying to keep them in school, as well as clothing and feeding them. I have kids, some of them older than the two of you."
Felix and Hyunjin look at each other, they don't talk but they both seemed shocked at this revelation.
"You said you don't have kids." Felix reminds you.
"I don't have biological kids, I am still a mother. And Shida is my granddaughter, she's biologically mine, though not physcially from me. We share genes. I have many kinds of children."
"Who are you, we don't know much about you. Y/N, who are you? You are the mother of our child but we hardly know you." Felix is getting heated, Hyunjin is losing control of the situation when Felix stands up.
"Who am I?" you ask, "What do you mean who am I? What exactly are you attracted to in me if you don't know who I am." You are also starting to slip and becoming annoyed. Your saliva has turned bitter. Hyunjin in the only sane person in the room and he doesn't know what to do.
Felix moves closer, he't not exactly menacing but he's getting more agitated. Hyunjin follows him like he's worried what Felix might do. You are not alarmed, not yet.
"How are we supposed to know you when you hide behind music and Chinese dramas?" Felix doesn't look or sound pleased to have to bring this up, you can tell he's not aiming to hurt you. So you match his energy and don't retaliate, you remain silent.
"You asked us to limit our use of porn, to cut out weed and alcohol when interacting with you. We did all of that, still do. But what did you do instead, you hid behind music and television. Is this fair?"
You refuse to talk about how being open to men has only led to your being hurt by them in the long run, even the good ones. You silence makes something snap in Felix and he turns around and goes towards the door, he starts wearing his shoes at the foyer. Hyunjin is stuck in front of you.
"Felix, where are you going?" Hyunjin asks. Felix says something about needing air, and he leaves quietly, doesn't even slam the door. How very mature of him. Felix's fight is so anticlimactic, everyone is losing on so many levels.
"Hyunjin, please follow him."
"You are the mother of our child, I don't want to leave you."
"There is no us," you motion with your hand indicating the three of you, "if you don't go after Felix right now. I don't want him alone, ever."
Hyunjin hesitates.
"I am not going anywhere, I will be here when you come back." And with that, you stand up from the couch and get a sling bag from your bedroom. You put two bottles of water, Felix's gloves which he forgot. It's good he took his beanie. You put the bag on Hyunjin and once it's secure, he gives you a tight hug, a quick kiss on the lips, and leaves. The moment he does, you drop the act and drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes. A heavy sob makes its way through you body and it's so strong, you can't help it that it leaves your mouth loudly. Tears sting the corners of your eyes and you begin to shake, your heart rate goes up and you wonder if your child will have to understand the painful meaning of this song. (Machine immitation cover of the song about a dad going MIA.)
HYUNJIN'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 7:19 am
You are standing outside the door in your beanie, gloves and coat, about to chase after Your Heart because Your Woman insisted on it, when you hear her collapse and start to sob. You want to go back in but you know she wouldn't like that, she did a lot to make sure her facade didn't drop, so going back in would ruin her effort. With much pain, you set off for the elevator before Your Heart gets too far. You catch up with him right outside the building, he's walking slowly. Your quietly put the gloves on his hands and just walk alongside of him, giving him time to speak.
The walk inevitably takes the two of you to the lake, to the place where Your Heart met Your Woman almost a year ago, a place where they have many memories, but you have never actually been here, alone or with either of them. This is new, and the contemplative silence between you continues. Halfway around the lake, Your Heart slips his hand around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder as you continue to walk. You put your arm around his shoulder.
"Why didn;t you stay with Old Hen?"
"She threatened to break up with us if I didn't follow you. She cried after we both left."
Your Heart sighs and you continue walking. Twice, is the number of times you walk around the lake, before Your Heart decides it's time to go back to Your Woman's apartment.
Y/N'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 8:30 am
You pulled yourself together a few minutes after Hyunjin had left to chase after Felix. You are this old yet living the life of a confused teenage girl, pregnant and not having planned for it. Abortion is out of the question, but you had done so well to make sure you never got pregnant in the first place. That included years of abstinence when the quality of men available to date was just terrible.
You had refused to keep track of your period using an app and used a printed out calendar because, you didn't want Google or whatever tech giant is out there to know about your cycle. But your consumption of smut should have been a give away. Anyway, your time with yiour husbands caused you to stop marking your calendar, so when you started throwing up in the mornings, you couldn't be sure if it was food poisoning or a pregnancy. Your food eating habits had changed significantly after meeting them, and you were eating less of your own food. You went to the clinic for a blood test to be sure what was going on and had been informed that you are now pregnant.
There's also the whole issue of how you view semen as a murder weapon. Growing up, you watched so many women around you die. Their husbands ran around collecting HIV and gave the disease to them. The men never cared what they could get sick, never cared they could pass it on to their wives, and some even took ARVs in secret while never informing their wives of their change in health status. So the women kept getting sick not knowing what was wrong, only to later find out they had been infected with HIV by their husbands.
Some people decided that they wouldn't die alone, and went ahead and slept with everyone the could in the village. It was a sick case of crabs in a barrell and also where misery loves company. Needless to say, you were deathly afraid of semen, hence why you had always used a condom during sex. And now to think some of that lethal stuff had managed to get through and actually seed a child inside you was horrifying. You didn't hate your husbands, didn't fear them, and in theory they were faithful, but you had buried too many women in your family and around you to trust them 100%. These young people have no idea how bad it was during the HIV and AIDS crisis, so they can be very casual about sex like this. It was bad enough you were sleeping with two of them but you knew even sleeping with one man who was sleeping with everyone without protection was the equivalent of sleeping with everyone.
At this point, you can't claim a child would destroy your career, for you are not young anymore. There is no 'bright future' waiting to be tarnished by child rearing, but at the same time you had hoped to have a quiet ending. Children are a lot of work, and even though you exercise, you know you can't really keep up with running children, not like you did when you were younger.
You know you are not going to have a normal retirement like those who were born and raised in this country, you are probably going to work until your last day alive, thanks to showing up here much later in life. You still have a father to support back home, so shifting responsibilites is going to be tricky. You are not intending on abandon your father as this is against your culture, but at the same time you don't want to neglect your child. You don't bother to count on your husbands on the issue of the baby because you know men are fickle. They can say one thing today and change their minds the next. They don't carry a baby in their womb so they were less attached to it, especially if it was with a woman who meant nothing to them. You wonder what you mean to your husbands.
The legal issues will go beyond what ever monikers you had chosen to give each other. You are going to have to navigate the issue of real paternity outside of this bubble the three of you have created. The three of you might want something but the real world was already tearing you apart, what with their time in this country coming to an end in August of 2026, and only one father being recognized legally. Fantasies crash and burn when they collide with reality, and you don't like the bitter taste of reality. You take a sip of your bottle of water when reality intrudes again with a call from Hyunjin. He informs you that they are back.
You buzz them in and wait for them at the door. Before they even remove their shoes, Felix is hugging you. It feels both sad and hopeful. You will have to have a talk that's less acrimonious than the last one.
HYUNJIN'S POV
Saturday 6th December, 2025 - 8:50 am
You made a breakfast of eggs and toast and there's mint tea. Because of Y'N's limied palate, there are fewer options. You are back in the living room with the food on the coffee table, and Y'N is seated on the floor this time, her arm on Felix's thigh. The two of them look apologetic to each other, and she's letting both of you eat. As usual, she can't eat so she's just watching patiently. There is no trace of the crying you heard her do, her facade is back up again. When breakfast is done and you have done the dishes with a little help from Your Heart, you all sit back in the living room.
"I do not have an abortion in mind," My Woman starts by way of explanation, "I do not intend to make this miserable for anyone, not for myself, the baby, or the two of you. This is completely unplanned and something that shouldn't have happened has actually happened. I'm even tempted to think Spring Chicken did something to make this into a reality, because he's always talked about wanting children and wanting to remain in my life after next year. But we've already had our lukewarm fight this morning, I don't feel like fighting anymore. We can just talk like adults."
"I do want children for sure, but I wouldn't resort to such tactics. I, we, have stepped up, with no intention of abandoning the child. But tell me Old Hen, did you really plan to end this after August of next year?" Your Heart asks Your Woman.
"I din't see it going anywhere after the two of you leave. You have your lives ahead of you, lives to build. My life is here, but now I am tied to you via this child. I like being with you but I didn't want to get in the way, that's all. We also don't have to be a throuple to parent a child, this is independent of what's going on with us."
There is silence in the room, so you decide to ask, "How do you intend to raise the child?"
"I'll send it home after my maternity leave is over. I exist overseas to support myself and my dad. It's cheaper to raise the child back home and there are more people in the extended family to help. I never raised my kids alone, the workload was significantly less with many people involved. I can't tolerate doing it alone, or with just two other people."
This is shocking to you, as it is to Your Heart, that a mother could send her child elsewhere to be raised and be seperated. The expression on your faces is probably what prompts Your Woman to speak some more.
"My mom left my home country almost immediately after I was born. My being born didn't destroy her career. I was not abandoned at home, I have many mother figures as well as father figures. I was raised with a lot of care and attention, never neglected. So I am quite comfortable with having others do the literal raising of my child."
Your Heart looks at you again, and you both realize Your Woman is sharing a whole lot more information than before. This is the side Your Heart was wishing for earlier this morning when he stated that Your Woman was not letting her personality show beyond music and Chinese dramas.
"I am genuinely worried about the option you are presenting, how safe is our child in your home country?" you ask Your Woman.
"Immigrants such as myself who don't want to mess up their children typically send them home. When we work too much, our kids end up being truant, end up in gangs. So what's the point of coming to the developed world, only to wind up with children who can't make full use of the opportunities that are available, but then chose to become a menace to the society? Without an extended family, I am not equipeed to raise a child well. I won't pretend that I can. Lack of safety is a risk I am willing to take."
"This is quite a lot to think about. i think the child would be safer in my Korea or Felix's Australia, rather than your home country."
"True, but physical safety doesn't always mean there's equal psychological safety. I'm not saying we are perfect in my home country, we have our own set of social and psychological problems, but we have more people to attempt to rely on. Yes, the government isn't available to help but a human being though harsh, has a tendency to want the best for you even if it means they have to be harsh. I have seen victims/recepients of social welfare systems in two developed countries so far, up close, and they are not well adjusted individuals. Governments are too large and too beaurecratic to raise a functional human being. I say this as someone coming from a society where most people don't have any desire to make personal effort and would rather pray to God to fix their issues. I just see many dysfuntional adults created by the welfare system here, so they are unable to function better in a developed country. That's why I don't count on families in developed countries. Things get tough and family members tell the one suffering to go to the government for help. There's no community left."
Your Heart intejects, "This is a lot to think about Old Hen. We have time.We'll take it slowly. Okay?".
Your Woman nods at Your Heart, and smiles wistfully at both of you then declares about how sad it is that she got pregnant while never having had unprotected sex her entire life. The moment is slips out her face drops, she hadn't intended to say it out loud. Your Woman has been having too many unguarded moments this morning, and you are at a loss on what to say at this point. But Your Heart asks her to clarify what she means by protected sex, she says she's never had sex without a condom. It's too early in the day to be discussing such serious matters but here you all are. It seems Your Heart is emboldened and asks if she'd like to try it, given that she has nothing to lose.
"I do have something to lose, like my pH balanace."
"How can we fix that?"
"You have to drink more water. Concentrated semen can really screw up a woman's coochie for as long as a couple of months. It's not really worth it."
Your Heart goes to the kitchen and comes back with a tray with two glasses and a pitcher full of water. He asks you to start drinking up, saying something about being ready just in case Your Woman ever wants to try 'unprotected' sex. Your Woman just shakes her head slowly as she watches the two of you start drinking the water slowly. You have no intention of going anywhere else the entire weekend, you have time to flush your systems.
Sunday 7th December, 2025 - 7:00 pm
The three of you have been discussing on and off, talking about the future. One thing Your Woman brought up is the beauty standards in Korea. Asians use skin 'brighteners' while Africans use skin bleaches, with the same aim, to look less dark. But she says Asians staying out of the sun to lessen the effects of darkening from the sun puts it on another level. It's going to be rough raising a child in a place where skin tone is everything, and this child will be naturally darker. There's no child who doesn't have challenges growing up but Your Woman is particularly alarmed about this one.
Before you can even respond to this issue, Your Woman moves on to the next topic like the last one isn't a big deal, she announces that she'd like to try condom free sex tonight. You guess that all that flushing both you and Your Heart have been doing over the weekend has finally paid off. Your Heart asks Your Woman if she is sure, she says yes, but he offers her an out any time she wants to. There's no compulsion here.
That night Your Heart wants you to go first but you remind him he went first that night after the Halloween party, so he should be the one this time around. Your Woman says it's a strange experience, but she doesn't mind doing it again because it feels good before the ejaculation. You hope her pH balance isn't a problem later on, you'd like to keep doing this for the duration of the pregnancy.
FELIX'S POV
Saturday 27th December, 2025 - 5:00 pm
The three of you went out of town for Christmas because Old Hen wanted to see Aura again. The two of you hadn't, but it was a nice experience in the cathedral. But right now you find Old Hen hiding out in Hyunjin's room, on the floor, in the corner as usual, with some music playing at a low volume. Your take your usual spot right next to her, or to be truthful, on her, the two of you still have this thing you like to do on the floor, which almost always results in falling asleep together. You notice tears are streaming down her face, she's crying but doesn't look sad.
"Old Hen, what's wrong?" you ask.
"Co-wife, where is our husband?"
"Downstairs, in the kitchen."
"Mmh."
"Why the tears, tell me."
"This song bridges the past and the present. I watched a lot of Indian serials when I was growing up and we did it as a family.Many of those I watched the serials with are no longer in this realm. So that part is in this song, as well as the present, where I love Chinese costume dramas. I can even hear a didgeridoo in there, maybe that's you, representing Austrialia. There's a collison of feelings here, my longing for the past, for those gone, and for the present, as well as the people in the present."
You pause and ask to see the music video for the song. It doesn't mean much to you, beyond looking like a Chinese style Indian dance. You place your hand on Old Hen's lower belly and remind her that there's also a baby on the way, there's the future in the song. Old Hen sighs and looks at you. You kiss her forehead.
Y/N'S POV
Friday 2nd January, 2026 - 10:00 am
You made sure you went to Bath and Body Works semi annual sale without your husbands. Spending Christmas out of town with them was overwhelming. And because you had been with them that whole week for Christmas, it meant you got to have more unprotected sex. They liked to call it depositing, as if depositing sperm in a sperm bank. You had actually become less worried, your coochie wasn't complaining, no weird disturbances resulting in yeast infections, it was going well. You spent New Year's Eve and New Year with them, so this weekend you were taking another break from them. You liked them a lot but needed a break, even though they kept sneaking into your life almost every night they could.
So you are now on your first break in the staff caffeteria, when your phone rings. You answer it when you see it's the clinic's caller ID.
"Good morning, I'm Angie. I'm calling from Dr. Bekker's office, please may I speak to Y/N Y/L/N?"
"Good morning, this is Y/N. How can I help you?"
"I'm afraid but there was a mix up at the lab with your bloodwork. The technician redid the pregnancy test and you are determined not preganant. We apologize for the mix up."
You are silent, and don't respond until Angie attempts to get your attention the second time. You thank her for the information and then go into shock. You have dealt with unwanted pregancies where you stepped in, or someone else did, and you raised living children who should have been aborted. One of these children is Shida. This was your first time dealing with thinking you are pregnant when you are not, and then accidentally doing everything possible to get pregant.
As if the heavens are mocking you, while you are still trying to wrap your head around your current reality, you can feel the last remnants of Spring Chicken's deposit from last night, seeping out of you and onto your panty shield.
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I didn't realize that when I started writing fics I'd have a hard time reading other people's fics. This is not an issue of me not liking other people's work, but more of my mind being flooded with ideas and especially when I haven't had time to write and post them. So I have a hard time concentrating.
The situation improves a bit after I post a chapter but the creative chaos is back because my mind is already set on the next one. And then internally it gets worse when my mind jumps to the next chapter before I set the ideas for the current one. So I am basically writing two chapters at the same time, in my head. Last week I had this situation and added on top of that two different fics that are still in the notes stage.
cws: smut, making out, dry humping, riding, choking, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, creampie, needy Hongjoong, service top/switch!Hongjoong, slight food play, finger sucking, reader is a tease
word count: 2592
summary: going out to get some ice cream on a hot summer day, Hongjoong seemed to be hungry for something else
a/n: first part, here we goooo! Hope you’re enjoying it
“Thank you, baby”, you said.
Hongjoong was holding the door of his car open for you so you could get in, true gentleman style. He also just paid for your ice cream.
He closed the door as soon as you were in your seat, walking around the car.
“Everything for you, jagi. That was nothing”.
Well, it kinda was. Doing things like getting ice cream never were normal with him, he had to wear at least a cap and mask to hide his appearance when being out with you, not wanting fans to get overexcited when seeing him. Also, you had to eat in the car instead of being able to sit in front of the cute ice cream place, out in the sun.
“Still”, you huffed, leaning towards him a bit to place your hand on his thigh when he was sitting as well, “Thanks for spoiling me”.
He closed his door as well, lifting the cap a bit to remove the mask.
“I love spoiling you. That is more of a treat for me, you know?”.
You smiled, feeling the butterflies roaming around your stomach as he held eye contact. Hongjoong always looked at you with big eyes, full of devotion and affection.
You leaned back again against the hot leather seat, shifting the focus to the cone in your hand. The ice cream was already melting, it was way too hot for this.
“How does it taste?”, he asked.
He got himself an iced coffee, taking a sip on the straw before putting it back into the cup holder in front of him.
“It’s good”, you said, darting your tongue out to lick over it, “You want a taste?”.
Something in his eyes changed, but you couldn’t lay a finger on it, you couldn’t properly read it. So you just held the cone out to him and he opened his mouth, mimicking your motion from before.
Oh.
Now you understood. That picture was sinful. You had always loved Hongjoongs tongue, especially his skills with it, but watching him digging it into the dessert to scoop some of it up before it vanished into his mouth altogether was straight up erotic.
He had some of it left on his bottom lip and he pushed his tongue out again to remove it.
“Mh-hmm”, he hummed, “You’re right, it is good”.
He smirked at you, he knew what kind of effect he had on you. You already felt hot, your whole body heating up to the image that was now imprinted in your brain. But that was a game you could also play very well.
Sticking your tongue out, you swirled it around the ice cream and made some satisfied sounds. He watched you very attentively, eyes following you as you closed your lips around the ice cream to suck it off.
You heard him inhale pretty loudly, his breath shivering. But that wasn’t enough for you. With a playful grin, you shifted your body a bit toward him, tilting the melting ice cream so a drop would land on your skin, right below the collarbone.
“Oops”, you chuckled, “I made a mess”.
Hongjoong struggled in his seat, spreading his legs a bit wider.
“Oh, for fucks sake”, he muttered under his breath.
You looked at him, your finger wiping over your cleavage to remove spread the melted dessert on your skin.
“Something wrong, Joongie?”, you asked in the most innocent voice you could muster.
“No, everything’s fine”, he groaned, “But- could you eat your ice cream a little less.. erotically?”.
You licked your finger, furrowing your brows to look confused while you suckled on the tip, letting it pop out with a wet sound.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I eat it the same way you did”, you mused.
He laughed, letting his head fall back against the seat before his hand came up to rub his face.
“Yeah, I wanted to tease you, you’re straight up riling me up”, he scoffed, no real anger behind that voice - maybe a bit of frustration.
“Riling you up?”
Hongjoong groaned again.
“Baby, I’m so hard right now. You know exactly what you’re doing to me”, he pulled at his pants as if he was demonstrating how uncomfortable he was in them.
He was indeed very hard, you could see the outline of his cock clearly through his pants.
“Hmm- you should do something about it”, you hummed, sticking your tongue out to play with your treat again.
It wasn’t much left, you dug your teeth into the cone to bite off some of the waffle. But that also seemed to make him fall apart. It was funny to you, endearing. You probably loved teasing him as much as he loved to do the same to you.
“Me? No, baby, you’re coming here now”.
He adjusted the position of his seat, giving him more space between the wheel and his body. The way he looked at you could have you on your knees in seconds, demanding but soft - already so wrecked. But you had the feeling that you had him at your mercy now. And you liked that very much.
“Can I finish my ice cream?”, you asked with a pout.
Hongjoong looked at you in utter disbelief for a second, already making grabby hands at you to motion you to climb onto his lap.
“You’re kidding me, right?”, he huffed, his voice getting a bit whiny - that was more to your liking, “Please, baby, please. Don’t make me beg”.
Your grin grew even wider at his words. Hongjoong was a very self conscious man, his aura and stage presence just a picture of how he carried himself and he pretty much was the same on a casual day. But for you - his princess - he would do anything. And that was very empowering.
“But I love when you beg”, you said, voice teasing.
He watched you continuing to eat your ice cream as if nothing was happening at the same time.
“Brat”, he sighed, “Please, baby. I need you, come on”.
“Need me to do what?”, you asked.
The groan Hongjoong made was both sinful and frustrated at the same time.
“Ride me, dry hump me- do something- please”.
You chuckled, stuffing the last part of the cone into your mouth before crawling over to him. He held his arms open, hands immediately wrapping around your waist as soon as you were settled on his lap and straddling him. He sighed, feeling your weight press down on his erection already seemed to relieve some ache.
Swallowing what you had in your mouth, you brought your fingers to your lips.
“They’re sticky”, you said.
“Ohh, really? Little minx”, he cooed, looking up at you.
You nodded and he grabbed one of your hands, opening his mouth to stick a finger inside. His tongue pressed flatly against the underside of it before pulling it out again.
It made your pussy throb, walls clenching violently around nothing and you were pretty sure you were already wet.
“My lips are sticky too”, you whispered.
That line was so damn cheesy, but it still worked. Both of you laughed at it, yet he stretched his body, pulling you closer by your waist. You leaned down to meet him, lips crashing against his in a kiss that was messy from the start.
Hongjoongs kisses were always so addicting, you could taste the faint remnants of his iced coffee, mixed with your ice cream and his own very familiar taste. Your hands pulled his cap off completely when they got hold of his hair, neither of you seemed to care about the fact that they were still sticky anymore.
He moaned into your mouth when you gently pulled on the soft strands and squeezed you where he held you close, not planning on letting go any time soon.
You let his tongue lick against yours, tasting you, devouring you, he had you gasp in a matter of seconds.
“Baby-“, his voice was choked out, sentence cut off because he couldn’t stay separated from you for too long, “Move, just a bit, yeah? Please”.
His hands guided you, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth to give him more friction. Moans and grunts filled the space of the car, muffled by each others lips. Since it was so hot and he was radiating even more warmth, your summer dress clinged nastily onto your body. You were sweating so much, but you wanted to be even closer.
“Hongjoong-“, you moaned.
“Fuck- yes, baby?”.
You gyrated your hips, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clothed core over and over again. You were soaking your panties and his jeans.
A breathy whine escaped you - this wasn’t enough. You needed more and you would take it.
Your fingers were quick, you sat back a bit to have more space to unbuckle his belt.
“You wanna do it here?”, he asked breathlessly, having no intentions to stop you though.
“You wanna wait until we’re at home? Driving through this traffic?”, you retorted.
Unzipping his pants, you pulled out his cock and wasted no time in stroking him.
“Fuck- yeah, no. Good point”, he nodded, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he watched you.
Your fingers wrapped around his base, going up with a firm grip, back down again with a ghosting touch. Hongjoong moaned out, eyes closing for a second in pure bliss.
You smeared the precum all over him, grinning when he let his head fall back against the leather while he squirmed underneath you.
You got up on your knees, two pairs of hurried hands shoving your sundress up over your hips. You had been right, your panties were completely drenched - but you carelessly pulled them to the side either way so you could position him at your entrance.
He held onto you for dear life when you sank down on him.
“Ohh- fuck, you’re so wet”, he gasped.
The stretch was intense, but you didn’t give yourself the time to get accustomed to it properly. He split you open in the most delicious way, even though it was stealing your breath away.
“Slow down, baby”, Hongjoong whimpered, his hands clasping your hips, “Oh my god”.
“Cant-“, you choked out, “More- need more”.
You only let both of you have a break when he bottomed out, you were not moving. It was still unbearably hot, yet you allowed him to press his body closer to yours. His mouth latched onto your collarbone, tongue licking off the reminders of your spilled ice cream.
You whimpered and arched into him, pushing his head even closer to you.
“So tight- but taking me so well, fuck”, his voice was so needy, it made you clench around him immediately.
It was filthy, messy, how he licked up your throat and sucked on your skin. He bit into the spot right below your ear, relishing in the way you melted in his hands.
“You taste so sweet, baby, can’t get enough of you-“, he muttered, pressing you down onto his cock as much as possible.
Hongjoong sucked your skin into his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at it - apologizing kisses being littered onto the mark.
You moved, slowly at first, with tentative rolls of your hips. He met you halfway through, fucking into you from below with shallow and thrusts.
“It’s so hot”, you groaned, there was sweat running down your temples and down to your jaw, but Hongjoong licked it off again.
“Yeah, want me to take that off?”.
His hands reached around you, searching for the zipper on the back of your dress and pulling it down torturously slowly.
You shoved it down your shoulders and let it pool around your hips, not a care about the stupid fabric anymore.
A sigh of relief came out of your mouth as soon as it was off. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks again, guiding his face to yours to kiss him again.
He bounced you on his dick, helped you to move on top of him. His cock was reaching so deep inside in this position, hitting your g-spot over and over again every time he slammed you back down.
Hongjoong bit your bottom lip, tongue licking over it soothingly afterwards.
“Fuck- baby”, he hummed against your mouth, “You feel so good- holy shit”.
You whimpered, it was still not enough.
“More-“, you managed to get out, leaning back until your back hit the steering wheel.
“You wanna get fucked dumb on this cock?”, Hongjoong grinned, “Maybe you already are, look at you”.
There was nothing to be seen of his needy and whiny self, confidence and primal hunger was lingering in his eyes as he watched you tremble on top of him.
“Joongie-“, you moaned, “More, please-“.
He chuckled, hands roaming over your naked torso, cupping the underside of your bra.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll give you more”.
He lifted your dress a bit, thumb finding your clit to press down onto it. Your mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’, you weren’t able to control your body anymore. Your spine arched, one hand prepping yourself on the window right next to you.
His other hand went higher, gently wrapping around your throat to pull you back against his mouth. His kiss wasn’t as dizzying as it was before, it was soft. Just a few quick pecks of his lips in between breathless moans and high pitched whines.
A big contrast to the way he was roughly fucking you from below while you moved your hips very weakly on your own. Your legs were already trembling, hurting from the cramped space you were in and spasming by the shocks your pleasure granted you.
“God, you’re squeezing me- you like that, huh?”, he mused.
“Yes-! Yes, feels so good”, your free hand grabbed his neck, nails digging into his skin, “Gonna- fuck”.
“Gonna cum on my cock, baby? Go on, make a mess for me again”.
None of you had a second thought about fucking in the car, out in public. But with your moaned screams, his name on your tongue when you finally got to your release, he was quick to cover your mouth with his own - devouring every sound you would give him. He squeezed your throat, knowing it would make your orgasm more intense and longer while his thumb was still rubbing fast circles on your clit.
“You let me fill you up? Please say yes”, he groaned, his voice shaking and telling you he was so close as well.
“Yes! Anything you want- wanna feel it inside”, you choked out, body still seizing up, walls milking him.
“Thank you, baby”, he muttered softly, affection laced with the growl bubbling up in his chest.
Hongjoong came a lot quieter than you did, forcing himself to stay quiet with his teeth buried into his lower lip. But still, it wasn’t any less intense. You felt his cock twitch inside you relentlessly as he spilled his cum as deep as possible, grinding into you.
“Fuck-“, he whimpered at the intense feeling overwhelming him.
Both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. You searched for his closeness, leaning forward to let yourself be pulled into a tight embrace. Hongjoong hummed contentedly, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
You combed through his messy and sweat stained hair, pushing them back.
“God, we should get ice cream more often”, he whispered.
cws: smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), riding, whiny and sub Lee Know
word count: 2089
summary: Minho was always very eager to please you, no matter how long it would take - or how sensitive he was
a/n: next poll fic! Yaiii! first time writing sub Lee Know and I had a blast thehe
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“Minho-“.
He shook his head, breathing heavily. The air pressed out of his lungs hit the skin on your chest as his head was falling forwards. Minho grunted, staying still, but his cock was stuffed deep inside of you.
He held himself up with his arms while your legs were wrapped around his hips.
“Just- just give me a minute, yeah?”.
Your hands came up to take his face into them, cradle him and push the sweaty hair out of his sight.
“It’s okay, Min, really. We can just-“.
“No, it’s not”, he groaned.
It wasn’t like you didn’t like sex with him, quite the opposite. You just struggled to reach your orgasm that quickly sometimes and he sometimes got frustrated because of it. He wasn’t mad at you, he never was. It was more like a blow to his ego.
He was so eager to please you, so desperate to see you come apart and you didn’t have the heart to fake it - he would know and that would make it worse.
You didn’t think that you needed to cum every time, because it felt good either way. But to Minho, it was quite important to make you feel as good as he did. In the beginning of your relationship, you had to convince him that he wasn’t the problem. It had been like this since you could remember, also with other partners.
He had been understanding in this matter, but it didn’t seem to reduce his eagerness. But he had already come twice this evening and was very sensitive now, the overwhelming feeling of your walls pulsating relentlessly around him made him moan out so broken.
“I just need a moment,”, he whispered.
He leaned down to connect his lips with yours, captivating you in a grounding and slow kiss. Your fingers slid down into his neck, pulling him closer immediately. You got lost in it, in his taste and the way his breath stuttered when you dug your nails into his scalp.
“Wait- fuck”, he gasped, eyes closing in frustration, “I’m sorry”.
You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be sorry about, that you still enjoyed having sex with him, but he didn’t even let you think before he entirely separated himself from you. But he didn’t go, he pushed your legs up into a mating press, thighs squeezed against your chest before diving in and kissing your pussy instead.
The angle was diabolical, he bared your core like this so he could taste it without being hindered in any way.
“Min!”, you cried out, jolting at the sudden stimulation.
“Sorry, kitten, I need a break”, another long stroke of his tongue against your clit, “But I’ll keep that pussy occupied. I’ll make you feel good, I promise”.
His eyes fluttered shut again, but this time out of pure bliss. He loved the taste of you, he loved how it lingered onto his tongue and his lips even after he was done. He could get off just with this.
So he let out a low grunt, vibrating against your clit and pulling a whine out of you.
“Hahh, Minho-“, you gasped, your fingers combed through his hair.
Of course, his actions had a certain effect on you, no matter how out of reach your orgasm seemed to be. He restricted your movements with his tight grip, so you couldn’t grind your hips against his face like you desired to.
He lapped up your combined juices, using the increased wetness to roll his tongue more slowly against your clit.
“Fuck- your taste-“, his voice was low and raspy and it made you whine out in desire.
It frustrated you probably the same way as it was to him that you liked it this much, but it just took you a little longer to let yourself fall.
Minho growled into your throbbing pussy, shifting in his position and letting go of your legs. He was laying flat on his stomach now, one arm wrapped around your thigh to keep you open. Two of his fingers nudged against your entrance, sliding in in one go.
He curled them to find your g-spot which he expertly found. He had years of practice now and never failed since the beginning - striking it slowly with scissoring motions.
“Does it feel good, kitten?”, he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You nodded hastily, letting your head fall back and relaxing your muscles to embrace the feeling. He rested his head on top of your leg, looking up to you in awe and watching you writhe. Minho always thought you looked so beautiful like this, completely naked and under his mercy.
The dark haired retracted his hands to insert another finger in a different angle, now fucking his fingers in with gentle and steady thrusts, hitting your g-spot every time.
You grunted, you could feel how your orgasm was there in arms length but it just wasn’t enough.
“Min- hahh-“, you bucked your hips, meeting him halfway through.
You chased your release, the desire in your blood almost hurt with the burning sensation. You needed to cum, you really did. But you still couldn’t manage it. You pulled Minhos head closer by his hair, urging him to give your clit more attention again.
And he did, a low rumble was deep in his chest while his mouth closed around the bundle of nerves. You rode his face, holding him in place by the back of his head and moved against him to apply more pressure where you needed it the most.
He probably didn’t even know he enjoyed being used like this, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he was so far gone.
“Fuck”, he sighed, moving, subconsciously humping the mattress underneath him, “Inside, wanna be inside so bad”.
Telling him to just do what he wanted wasn’t helping, you knew that. He gasped, ruining the sheets with pre cum as he was grinding against them. The tips of his fingers rubbed your wall in the same rhythm. It was torture, both for you and for him.
“Minho”, you cooed, gently prying his face off.
His eyes were dark and glassy, full blown pupils showing off how turned on he was - the tears threatening to form a shadow of the fact how the overstimulation was wrecking him.
“I have an idea”.
His breath was ragged, he never had looked so ruined and so pretty at the same time.
It led you to guiding him into a laying position on his back. Your heart clenched when he looked at you this way, so desperate, so exhausted. You straddled him, being very careful in your movements.
“You want me to take the lead, baby?”.
He nodded so quickly, parting his lips as if he wanted to say something, but everything that came out was a choked moan when you sank down on him. With just the tip in, he already arched his back off the mattress.
“Wait, wait, wait- fuck-“, he whimpered, “Too much”.
That sound out of his mouth was unfamiliar, your walls immediately pulsing around him.
“Don’t- ah- please”, his hands gripped your hips so tightly but instead of pushing you off he urged you to continue, “Don’t-“.
It was addicting, the way he was thrashing underneath you, trying to hold still but the sensation of being inside you just too much. Your hands were on his chest, slightly leaning forward to graze his flexed muscles. His whole body seemed so tense, as if he was holding himself back so hard to not combust on the spot.
When he bottomed out, both of you gasped, you rocked your hips back and forth to get more friction.
“Please, I’m- haahhh”.
Minhos eyes were squeezed shut, he didn’t really know where to put his hands. Constantly switching between squeezing different parts of your body in a bruising grip and letting them flop onto his face to hide it whenever whines would tumble out of his mouth.
“You’re doing so good, Min”, you sighed, “So good for me”.
“Fuck- fuck, fuck- I-“, another grunt, “I wanna be good”.
You grinned, fingers dipping lower to stroke his abs. You began to move properly, bouncing on his dick tentatively and slowly at first.
“You are”.
“Fuuuck-“, he was gone.
He reached in so deep in this position - this and his already fucked out face was such a delicious combination. It spurred you on, gave you more strength to move up and down. Minho bucked his hips just so slightly every now and then, too lost in his pleasure to listen to his body which was begging to stop the stimulation.
Your rhythm grew bolder, faster and harder with every passing second. While the dark haired was now switching from tensing and spasming to all his muscles being slack again - just letting himself being used in the most delicate way while you were riding him relentlessly.
“Please- please, I can’t take it”, he whimpered so loudly, it was almost a sob, “Fuck- please, I can’t”.
His mouth was just falling open, babbling incoherent nonsense in between countless sighs.
“You can, Minho. You’re doing so good”, you mused.
“Fuuuck- don’t say that”, his voice was broken, not coming out properly, “Just- Jagi- slow down”.
The next breath he took was a silent cry, tears now really forming at the corners of his eyes and rolling down the side of his face.
It made you stop in your tracks completely, you wanted to give him a break, but he shook his head and scrunched his face as if he was in agony.
“Nooo- please, I’m so close-“, Minho sobbed, more tears coming as he blinked them away.
He came closer to you, sitting upright to wrap his arms around your naked body and bury his face into the crook of your neck.
“Don’t stop-“, he sniffled, “Just- slow. Fuck me slowly, yeah?”.
You almost exploded, trembling hard out of desire when he said these words so submissively. There was a certain appeal to it you couldn’t resist nor describe. He’d let you use him for your own pleasure, to finally reach your orgasm, but he was just begging you to be careful with him.
Something stirred inside of you, the feeling of his weeping cock hitting the right spot sending jolts through your helpless body. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his cheeks.
While gyrating your hips, you kissed his face, tasting the salt before sealing your lips with his again. The kiss wasn’t as slow as your movements, your tongue quickly licking into his mouth, making him moan in a shuddered breath.
His whines were muffled like this, he desperately clawed at you, holding on for his dear life and his last slither of sanity at the same time. Endorphins flushed your body through your veins, the way your bodies were sticking together was only enhancing the rush.
“Fuck-“, he whined against your lips, “Fuck, Jagi- gonna cum”.
The stimulation was so much better all of the sudden, like every fiber in your body was focusing onto your desire and satisfaction now.
Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone just right while his cock hit your cervix. This combined with him filling you up for the third time let you tumble over the edge.
He was wheezing with his breaths, his nails scraping at you as he moved, fucking his cum deeper into you while your walls clenched around him to milk him dry.
Minho let you ride out your orgasm, although he was tensing up again. He let you kiss him breathless, although his lips were swollen already.
You stopped eventually, halting completely and caressing his head against your chest.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering against you, like a hasty bird inside a cage.
“You okay?”, you asked, kissing the top of his head.
“Yeah- I’m-“, he sobbed again, pressing his face into your skin.
“You did so good”, you cooed.
He hummed, nuzzling against you, as if he was seeking the warmth of your body. Your hand stroked the back of his head like this, guiding him to lay down again with you.
He didn’t dare to let go of you though, holding you close and enjoying the treatment of forehead kisses and soft rubs against his sweaty back. It was endearing to witness him like that and you smiled, knowing you were probably the only one who knew how down bad he was for you.
cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
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summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out you’re so inexperienced, he can’t hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! I’m so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didn’t know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadn’t been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasn’t possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
“Sorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried away”.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
“I liked it”, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
“You did?”, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
“So- you want me to continue?”.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You weren’t just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldn’t describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldn’t indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didn’t know what to do.
“Move, Jagi. Please”, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
“I don’t know how”.
At first, he didn’t really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
“I’ve never done something like that before”, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, “I’m- uhmm”.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
“No no no no. Don’t cry, Jagi”, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you”.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
“You’re not.. appalled by the fact I’m a virgin?”.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
“No, of course not”, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, “Just under pressure”.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldn’t yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
“What do you mean?”.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
“Well, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting you”.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
“I want it”, you whispered, “With you”.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldn’t quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
“But you’ll have to guide me”.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didn’t hesitate a second.
“You need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels off”, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, “And we’re only going as far as you feel like”.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldn’t read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldn’t resist. He was scared he couldn’t fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
“I trust you”.
“I trust you, too”, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didn’t happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
“You want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?”, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
“Okay, with clothes on it’s- it’s about the friction”, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, “How does that feel?”.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
“Good”, you managed to get out.
“You can also like- move like this”, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
“Yeah, just like that-“, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, “Kiss me”.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
“Can you like- touch me? Like you did before?”, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didn’t mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
“I’ll start nice and slow, yeah?”, Minho cooed, “Or- tell me how you like it”.
“I-“, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
“Have you never touched yourself?”, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
“I’m gonna teach you, yeah? I’ll show you how to make you feel good”.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
“Starting easy, slow”, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
“Gather it, you can push the tip in if you want to”, he instructed you and you did as you were told, “Good- good girl, use it. Will feel better when it’s wet”.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasn’t even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
“How does it feel, kitten? Tell me”, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
“It’s- so good”, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
“Push your finger in, slowly”.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
“Curl your finger- like this“, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, “Search for the spot. Go in deeper”.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
“Min-“.
“You want me to find it?”, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldn’t deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didn’t.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
“Oh god-“, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
“Feels good, yeah?”, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
“Min-“, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
“What do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? You’d let me taste you?”.
He hadn’t planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
“Taste me? How?”, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didn’t budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
“I can eat you out, if you want me to”.
“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldn’t stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
“You want me to do this with my tongue?”, he tried again.
“Huh?”.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
“I need you to say yes or no”, he mused, he wasn’t even able to fight off the next sentence, “Or I’ll stop”.
“Yes-“, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, “Do it, please”.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
“Relax, kitten”, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
“Min- hahh- Minho, wait-“, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, “I- feels weird”.
“Ohh-“, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, “You’re close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?”.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasn’t weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release you’ll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?”, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, “Cum all over my face, jagi”.
You couldn’t stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you weren’t moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
“Fuck”, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, “That’s it, kitten. Good fucking girl for me”.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
“You want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?”.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldn’t help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
“Min-“.
“Huh?”, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
“Can I touch you now?”, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
“You- why?”.
“I don’t know- I want to make you feel good”, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, “But you’ll have to show me how”.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.
You weren’t even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
“Can I pull it out?”, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
“You can- wrap your hand around it. Gentle”, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldn’t stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
“Fuck- sorry”, he groaned, “Move your hand, yeah? You can twist it a little”.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
“Does that feel good?”, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
“Feels amazing, kitten”, he huffed, “Wanna taste it?”.
Minho hadn’t planned on asking you that - he hadn’t planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
“You’d let me?”, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
“Fuck-“, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
“Tell me what feels good“, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
“Hahh- just- take it into your mouth first”.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
“We can try that if you want to”, you said, “Why not?”.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
“I- no”, Minho stuttered, but couldn’t contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
“I trust you, baby”, you said again.
“Don’t”, he laughed, “I don’t think I could handle this if you let me”.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
“I want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Min”.
“Fuck- but- you gotta-”, he couldn’t control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
“Do it again”, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
“Fuck, take it then”.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldn’t deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
“Kitten-“, Minho cooed breathlessly, “If I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- God”.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldn’t hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
“You look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?”.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
“Tell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?”, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
“Yes- I love it”.
“Are you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-“, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
“You’d let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?”.
He wasn’t afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
“I’m already close, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?”, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
“I love you”, he muttered.
You didn’t even hesitate.
“I love you too”.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
“I love you”, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, “I love you so much”.
“I’ve waited so long for you to say that”, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
“I know”, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, “And I’m sorry about that”.
You shook your head, signaling him he didn’t need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
“I want to feel you-”, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, “Inside of me”.
Minhos grin was silly.
“Kitten, I don’t know if I can last that long”, he chuckled, “We don’t have to do it right now, you know?”.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
“I don’t care”, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
“Damn- I really did that to you”, he shook his head, “Let me get a condom, I’ll be right back”.
You shook your head.
“I said I wanted to feel you”.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
“Kitten- I don’t know what to say”, he huffed.
“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
“Fuck- you’re going to be the death of me”, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, “Go slow, yeah? You decide the pace”.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
“God- you feel- so fucking tight”, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, “Slow down-“.
But you didn’t even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didn’t want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
“I said fucking slow down-“, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, “I’m gonna cum- stop”.
“You- Min”, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, “You’re filling me up so good”.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasn’t even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
“Don’t say shit like that- makes me want to-“.
“Do whatever you want with me”, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, “Please, fuck me”.
He didn’t even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
“Min- hahh-“.
You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
“Fuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mine”.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasn’t a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain you’d love it.
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Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 16 - Playing With Fire
HYUNJIN'S POV
Friday 31st Octorber, 2025 - 11:52 pm
There's a lot of tension in the air, Your Heart is looking at you like he's trying to decide what to do. The three of you got back home from the Halloween party and after you toed off your shoes in the foyer, Y/N invoked both Prometheus and Lucifer. She said she was ready for the two of them and that the two of you should take a shower, but not to 'finish everything' in there, leave some for her. Your Heart wanted to be certain, so he asked if she meant the hot water, Y/N said that would be good, but that she was ready to give herself to the two of you. You asked if she was sure, she said yes, and now you were both clean, but she was still in the bedroom where she had retreated after her shower.
You are both seated on the couch, waiting, and Your Heart asks if he should knock on Y/N's bedroom door. Before you can answer, Y/N calls out to you, by your name, not Prometheus, so you stand up and go to the door and stand outside, answer in the affirmative, she tells you to go in. As you go in, you turn to look at Your Heart and he gives you a reassuring look to encourage you to go in. You close the door behind you as you step in and the scent hits you immediately - frankincense and myrrh. It's confuses your senses because you can see Y/N but you also get the feeling like you are in church, seated in the pews for mass - you are not ready for this. Y/N is seated on the bed, her facial expression and posture is anything but excited, and it worries you. You close the gap between the two of you in a few long steps and you sit next to her. The dip in the bed inevitably pushes the two of you together, and the kikoi she has around herself from her chest downwards, threatens to come lose. Y/N holds onto it for dear life, you apologize and don't know what to do with your hands.
"Woman, talk to me."
Y/N is now looking directly into your eyes, and you can see fear in her eyes. It's the last thing you expected. With her right hand keeping her kikoi from slipping off her massive breasts, she takes your right hand in her left hand and wants to say something but the words are missing. Seeing her fear, you ask if you can hold her, to which she nods. You ask you can both lie down, she agrees. Being this close to her, you realizer that the frankincense and myrrh scent is coming from her skin.
"The frankincense and myrrh, is that body wash or lotion?"
"Body wash."
"Why did you chose it?"
Y/N sighs, she's not looking at you anymore, she has her head tucked into your neck. You pull her in closer, she seems to be calming down.
"I asked for Prometheus and Lucifer, I thought I might throw in some more divine things, some more divinity ..."
You smile, kiss her forehead, and let silence fill the metaphorical space between utterances.
"Husband, you and I are in an arranged marriage because of Felix."
"Yes."
"My being with either of you is normal, or as normal as can be, Being with the two of you at the same time, is something I have never done before. It makes me nervous."
"You are free ro change your mind and cancel everything tonight, you can even send us home, or have one of us at a time, it's all up to you."
"I want both of you, I just ..."
You are both looking into each other's eyes at this point, you remain patient with Y/N, and you almost place your hand at the back of her neck out of reflex when you remember that results in disabling her, she's trying to talk right now, so you refrain from the action. Before she speaks, Y/N intertwines her ankles with yours. You assume she's doing it to ground herself more than you are already doing.
"I know how you are like when you are aroused, I know you have some level of restraint in you. I have never gone that far with Feilix. I don't know how Felix is like, can you act as my shield in case he gets out of control?"
Your heart breaks when you hear the request. You hold Y/N closer and you both ignore the slipping kikoi.
"My woman, you don't have to worry about that. Felix is not like that. But I do understand your concerns. Being penetrated can be a very visceral experience. It's also a very powerless position most of the time."
Y/N is nodding, and relaxing. Her request that the two of your never interact with her when intoxicated takes a whole other dimension in this moment, she may have had bad experiences in the past and has no interest in repeating them again. It all makes sense now. Y/n is currently smiling at you, then disentangles herself, corrects the slipping kikoi and sits up. She's a bit more cheerful right now.
"Husband, help me dress up for Felix."
"What do you mean?"
"What does he want me to look like?"
"Why not just yourself?"
"I asked for Lucifer and Prometheus, can't I want to be someone else?"
"Halloween's over, you like role play quite a bit, don't you?"
"It's why he's Spring Chicken, and I'm Old Hen, and why we are in an 'arranged marriage'. It's a fun way to interact with each other, don't you think?"
You answer Y/N with a peck on her cheek, and agree to help her dress. You tell her the three of you will need to talk after you are done with your new costume. It's amazing how Y/N isn't tired of playing different characters even if it's in jest.
FELIX'S POV
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 2:05 am
You are struggling to stay awake, quite exhustated at this point and drifting in and out of sleep. Hyunjin's not doing any better, he's breathing is finally even and he's stroking your shoulder as you lay your head in the crook of his neck. You look over and you see Y/N is completely knocked out, snoring lightly with her head resting on Hyunjin's chest. you have only a sheet over the three of you and only from the waist down. There are towels underneath you all to keep you dry. You are finally drifting off to sleep when Hyunjin whispers to you.
"Jagi, aren't you glad there is two of us tonight? I don't think one of us could have been enough for her."
"I didn't expect that, especially from someoene who has held out for so long. Or maybe it can be expeced for the exact reason. We've never been with a woman whose sex drive is this high."
"I'm not complaining."
You both start to chuckle lightly and that stirs Y/N from her sleep. Her first instinct is to grab whatever she can find and it's Hyunjin's hand. She puts it on her crotch and mumbles something about wanting more light. There's more chuckling with that to which Hyunjin directs the next words to you, "Light Bearer, you are up again.". The exhaustion is already starting to dissipate and you get up to get another condom, by the time you are done wearing it after stroking yourself to erection, Y/N is also demanding the divine flame so Hyunjin isn't spared in this round either.
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 2:00 pm
You managed to drag the three of you out of Y/N's apartment to catch the movie Y/N had been talking about for a few months. She had watched Baahubali years ago and now that it was being shown in theatres a second time, she wanted to see it. Y/N had only ever watched it on tv at home so this was her first experience in the threatre. It wasn't exactly surprising that she likes this type of movie, and it was a lot of fun. It looks like in India, it's either go big or go home. I am very glad we went to see this movie.
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 10:31 pm
You are on Y/N's bed watching Hyunjin and Y/N mess around a bit, they are practically wrestling on the carpet like little children, with Hyunjin constantly asking Y/N if she wants lightning. She keeps laughing and saying no. You need to get the three of you to sleep because you've set up a photo and video shoot for tomorrow morning at 9 am but Y/N doesn't know about it. You'll have to skip mass for it.
Sunday 2nd November, 2025 - 9:15 am
"Im not really buying the idea that we are skipping mass just so you can return the Guardian uniform." Y/N states as you walk into the costume shop in Chinatown. You smile at her and leave her with Hyunjin seated. After you hand the costume over, including the fake sword, you motion to them to go to another room where Y/N is surprised that there's hair and make up being done there. She becomes very excited when she realizes the scenes are from one of her favourite romcoms, Decreed By Fate. It takes a while to get the make up done, the wigs make the three of you look the part. There was care taken when selecting the make up because Y/N is allergic to many things including most make up. There are pictures of your Chinese wedding where you are all dressed in red. Y/N jokes about having a wedding ceremony after consumation, which is the reverse order of things. She asks to have pictures and video of just you and Hyunjin getting married together, to which you agree. Y/N declines having pictures and video with only one of you, she reminds you that she's with the two of you, not just one. You feel a little hurt because she made you and Hyunjin do it toegether, as if she was already removing herself from the equation. You try not to dwell on it.
The grape feeding scene is enjoyable but Y/N can no longer sustain the innocense she had before Friday night. You substite grapes for plums just so you could have actual seeds. Hyunjin serves the plums while you take the seed she spits out, wipe her lips with a napkin then serve her a cup tea. It only constitutes a few takes for the pictures and video to be done. The bed scene is a bit complicated, and it is a struggle to keep the wigs on our heads and also keeping our costumes looking not disheveled. The truth or dare scene has water instead of alcohol as a substiture, and Y/N plays drunk in the most convincing way at the end of the scene. Y/N has a lof of fun in the medicne massage scene, she keeps flicking Hyunjin's nipple and he keeps pretending he doesn't like it but this is their own scene that they added. You originally shot the first two scenes, one with rough medicine application, and the other one with the sexy version with Y/N looking on at either scenes.
The whole shoot and costume changes is surprisingly exhausting. But Y/N is very happy. The entire show plays out like fanfiction so it feeds into women's fantasies, Hyunjin and I gladly play along. That night, Y/N asks for more light.
Saturday 29th November, 2025 - 8:30 am
You are running around the lake again but this time Y/N is not alone, she is with Shida. Your grand daughter's presence has changed the style of music in a way, and Shida is pretending to run after you every time you run past the two of them. You actually enjoy the song quite a bit, though you am not sure why Y/N likes to play singular songs on repeatm but it seems Shida is fine with it. It's been interesting the way Y/N behaved after that weekend together earlier this month, she kind of wasn't available for a week. She said her schedule was full but I think she may have wanted a break. I am very satisfied to be able to make love to her and sometimes Hyunjin is present, everything is perfect right now. She sticks to us like glue in public, it's more than just holding hands. It's as if sex with us got her to relax and be a happier version of herself. She has a glow to her right now.
Sunday 30th November, 2025 - 6:00 am
You wake up to find nobody in bed with you. Hyunjin is talking to Changbin in the hallway. Hyunjin doesn't come back into your bedroom, you hear someone wretching. You realize it might be Y/N and you get up very fast from the bed, almost tripping on a loose sheet.
Definitions:
kikoi - sarong
*The strikethrough text in this chapter is in Korean. Y/N won't understand most of it because she doesn't understand Korean beyond a few phrases she hears in K-Dramas.
The smut in this chapter is going to be in chapter one of part two of Thirdwheeling Hyunlix. This fic is marked mild smut so I couldn't include it in this part.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 16 - Playing With Fire
HYUNJIN'S POV
Friday 31st Octorber, 2025 - 11:52 pm
There's a lot of tension in the air, Your Heart is looking at you like he's trying to decide what to do. The three of you got back home from the Halloween party and after you toed off your shoes in the foyer, Y/N invoked both Prometheus and Lucifer. She said she was ready for the two of them and that the two of you should take a shower, but not to 'finish everything' in there, leave some for her. Your Heart wanted to be certain, so he asked if she meant the hot water, Y/N said that would be good, but that she was ready to give herself to the two of you. You asked if she was sure, she said yes, and now you were both clean, but she was still in the bedroom where she had retreated after her shower.
You are both seated on the couch, waiting, and Your Heart asks if he should knock on Y/N's bedroom door. Before you can answer, Y/N calls out to you, by your name, not Prometheus, so you stand up and go to the door and stand outside, answer in the affirmative, she tells you to go in. As you go in, you turn to look at Your Heart and he gives you a reassuring look to encourage you to go in. You close the door behind you as you step in and the scent hits you immediately - frankincense and myrrh. It's confuses your senses because you can see Y/N but you also get the feeling like you are in church, seated in the pews for mass - you are not ready for this. Y/N is seated on the bed, her facial expression and posture is anything but excited, and it worries you. You close the gap between the two of you in a few long steps and you sit next to her. The dip in the bed inevitably pushes the two of you together, and the kikoi she has around herself from her chest downwards, threatens to come lose. Y/N holds onto it for dear life, you apologize and don't know what to do with your hands.
"Woman, talk to me."
Y/N is now looking directly into your eyes, and you can see fear in her eyes. It's the last thing you expected. With her right hand keeping her kikoi from slipping off her massive breasts, she takes your right hand in her left hand and wants to say something but the words are missing. Seeing her fear, you ask if you can hold her, to which she nods. You ask you can both lie down, she agrees. Being this close to her, you realizer that the frankincense and myrrh scent is coming from her skin.
"The frankincense and myrrh, is that body wash or lotion?"
"Body wash."
"Why did you chose it?"
Y/N sighs, she's not looking at you anymore, she has her head tucked into your neck. You pull her in closer, she seems to be calming down.
"I asked for Prometheus and Lucifer, I thought I might throw in some more divine things, some more divinity ..."
You smile, kiss her forehead, and let silence fill the metaphorical space between utterances.
"Husband, you and I are in an arranged marriage because of Felix."
"Yes."
"My being with either of you is normal, or as normal as can be, Being with the two of you at the same time, is something I have never done before. It makes me nervous."
"You are free ro change your mind and cancel everything tonight, you can even send us home, or have one of us at a time, it's all up to you."
"I want both of you, I just ..."
You are both looking into each other's eyes at this point, you remain patient with Y/N, and you almost place your hand at the back of her neck out of reflex when you remember that results in disabling her, she's trying to talk right now, so you refrain from the action. Before she speaks, Y/N intertwines her ankles with yours. You assume she's doing it to ground herself more than you are already doing.
"I know how you are like when you are aroused, I know you have some level of restraint in you. I have never gone that far with Feilix. I don't know how Felix is like, can you act as my shield in case he gets out of control?"
Your heart breaks when you hear the request. You hold Y/N closer and you both ignore the slipping kikoi.
"My woman, you don't have to worry about that. Felix is not like that. But I do understand your concerns. Being penetrated can be a very visceral experience. It's also a very powerless position most of the time."
Y/N is nodding, and relaxing. Her request that the two of your never interact with her when intoxicated takes a whole other dimension in this moment, she may have had bad experiences in the past and has no interest in repeating them again. It all makes sense now. Y/n is currently smiling at you, then disentangles herself, corrects the slipping kikoi and sits up. She's a bit more cheerful right now.
"Husband, help me dress up for Felix."
"What do you mean?"
"What does he want me to look like?"
"Why not just yourself?"
"I asked for Lucifer and Prometheus, can't I want to be someone else?"
"Halloween's over, you like role play quite a bit, don't you?"
"It's why he's Spring Chicken, and I'm Old Hen, and why we are in an 'arranged marriage'. It's a fun way to interact with each other, don't you think?"
You answer Y/N with a peck on her cheek, and agree to help her dress. You tell her the three of you will need to talk after you are done with your new costume. It's amazing how Y/N isn't tired of playing different characters even if it's in jest.
FELIX'S POV
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 2:05 am
You are struggling to stay awake, quite exhustated at this point and drifting in and out of sleep. Hyunjin's not doing any better, he's breathing is finally even and he's stroking your shoulder as you lay your head in the crook of his neck. You look over and you see Y/N is completely knocked out, snoring lightly with her head resting on Hyunjin's chest. you have only a sheet over the three of you and only from the waist down. There are towels underneath you all to keep you dry. You are finally drifting off to sleep when Hyunjin whispers to you.
"Jagi, aren't you glad there is two of us tonight? I don't think one of us could have been enough for her."
"I didn't expect that, especially from someoene who has held out for so long. Or maybe it can be expeced for the exact reason. We've never been with a woman whose sex drive is this high."
"I'm not complaining."
You both start to chuckle lightly and that stirs Y/N from her sleep. Her first instinct is to grab whatever she can find and it's Hyunjin's hand. She puts it on her crotch and mumbles something about wanting more light. There's more chuckling with that to which Hyunjin directs the next words to you, "Light Bearer, you are up again.". The exhaustion is already starting to dissipate and you get up to get another condom, by the time you are done wearing it after stroking yourself to erection, Y/N is also demanding the divine flame so Hyunjin isn't spared in this round either.
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 2:00 pm
You managed to drag the three of you out of Y/N's apartment to catch the movie Y/N had been talking about for a few months. She had watched Baahubali years ago and now that it was being shown in theatres a second time, she wanted to see it. Y/N had only ever watched it on tv at home so this was her first experience in the threatre. It wasn't exactly surprising that she likes this type of movie, and it was a lot of fun. It looks like in India, it's either go big or go home. I am very glad we went to see this movie.
Saturday 1st November, 2025 - 10:31 pm
You are on Y/N's bed watching Hyunjin and Y/N mess around a bit, they are practically wrestling on the carpet like little children, with Hyunjin constantly asking Y/N if she wants lightning. She keeps laughing and saying no. You need to get the three of you to sleep because you've set up a photo and video shoot for tomorrow morning at 9 am but Y/N doesn't know about it. You'll have to skip mass for it.
Sunday 2nd November, 2025 - 9:15 am
"Im not really buying the idea that we are skipping mass just so you can return the Guardian uniform." Y/N states as you walk into the costume shop in Chinatown. You smile at her and leave her with Hyunjin seated. After you hand the costume over, including the fake sword, you motion to them to go to another room where Y/N is surprised that there's hair and make up being done there. She becomes very excited when she realizes the scenes are from one of her favourite romcoms, Decreed By Fate. It takes a while to get the make up done, the wigs make the three of you look the part. There was care taken when selecting the make up because Y/N is allergic to many things including most make up. There are pictures of your Chinese wedding where you are all dressed in red. Y/N jokes about having a wedding ceremony after consumation, which is the reverse order of things. She asks to have pictures and video of just you and Hyunjin getting married together, to which you agree. Y/N declines having pictures and video with only one of you, she reminds you that she's with the two of you, not just one. You feel a little hurt because she made you and Hyunjin do it toegether, as if she was already removing herself from the equation. You try not to dwell on it.
The grape feeding scene is enjoyable but Y/N can no longer sustain the innocense she had before Friday night. You substite grapes for plums just so you could have actual seeds. Hyunjin serves the plums while you take the seed she spits out, wipe her lips with a napkin then serve her a cup tea. It only constitutes a few takes for the pictures and video to be done. The bed scene is a bit complicated, and it is a struggle to keep the wigs on our heads and also keeping our costumes looking not disheveled. The truth or dare scene has water instead of alcohol as a substiture, and Y/N plays drunk in the most convincing way at the end of the scene. Y/N has a lof of fun in the medicne massage scene, she keeps flicking Hyunjin's nipple and he keeps pretending he doesn't like it but this is their own scene that they added. You originally shot the first two scenes, one with rough medicine application, and the other one with the sexy version with Y/N looking on at either scenes.
The whole shoot and costume changes is surprisingly exhausting. But Y/N is very happy. The entire show plays out like fanfiction so it feeds into women's fantasies, Hyunjin and I gladly play along. That night, Y/N asks for more light.
Saturday 29th November, 2025 - 8:30 am
You are running around the lake again but this time Y/N is not alone, she is with Shida. Your grand daughter's presence has changed the style of music in a way, and Shida is pretending to run after you every time you run past the two of them. You actually enjoy the song quite a bit, though you am not sure why Y/N likes to play singular songs on repeatm but it seems Shida is fine with it. It's been interesting the way Y/N behaved after that weekend together earlier this month, she kind of wasn't available for a week. She said her schedule was full but I think she may have wanted a break. I am very satisfied to be able to make love to her and sometimes Hyunjin is present, everything is perfect right now. She sticks to us like glue in public, it's more than just holding hands. It's as if sex with us got her to relax and be a happier version of herself. She has a glow to her right now.
Sunday 30th November, 2025 - 6:00 am
You wake up to find nobody in bed with you. Hyunjin is talking to Changbin in the hallway. Hyunjin doesn't come back into your bedroom, you hear someone wretching. You realize it might be Y/N and you get up very fast from the bed, almost tripping on a loose sheet.
Definitions:
kikoi - sarong
*The strikethrough text in this chapter is in Korean. Y/N won't understand most of it because she doesn't understand Korean beyond a few phrases she hears in K-Dramas.
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