Filthy

no anon i didn't know what it was , so i looked it up and... i have written some unhinged ass shit but this def takes the cake , i fucking love this😭...

one conversation leads to something bigger with all your friends.

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"making out with other dudes cum in your mouth is not hot." you heard seungmin say as you walked into the livingroom of the dorm. "what did i just walk into?" they all turned to you. "nothing , just random stuff , guys wrap it up." chan said. "you guys talking about making out with cum in your mouths on the daily?" your eyebrows quirked up , the older boys face flushed in embarrassment.

"＿ , listen to this." han started. "you know the soggy cookie game right?" you hummed , you weren't dumb. "yeah , when you jerk off on a cookie and the loser eats it." han nodded. "so me and felix were talking what if it was a person instead of a cookie , and the last person has to make out with the person." your silence was justified. "guys you might make her uncomfortable." hyunjin said , his face red.

"wait no , that's kinda hot." you said , all their eyes went wide. "see ! she gets it." felix said. "you'd let a bunch of guys cum into your mouth , and then make out with one of them?" lee knows eyebrow quirked up. "well not a random group a guys , that's a std waiting to happen , but if the opportunity came up with a group of guys i know , sure."

"would you let us do it?" jeongin said , your eyes widen at the sudden question. "jeongin." chan tried to get the boy to stop. "wait hyung i want to hear her answer." changbin said. "would you let us use your mouth as the cookie , and make out with the loser?" he smirked , waiting for your answer. "why are you asking , would you purposely loose , just to make out with me." you teased.

"answer the question." lee know said , you could definitely tell the atmosphere had shifted , the way they all looked at you , you felt like you were on display. you thought about it for a second , shrugging. "sure , if the opportunity came up i would." you said.

"y..you don't have to answer these questions ＿." chans face was red , it made you want to tease him even more. "why channie? does making out with your members cum in my mouth turn you on?" he sunk down farther into the chair. "it does!" you laughed.

"prove it then." lee know said , everyone turned to him now. "get on your knees and lets us do it." he challenged , the atmosphere now entering a very dangerous territory. "fine." you challenged right back. "you don't have to." hyunjin said , face the same color as chans.

"no let's do it , i promise it's fine."

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was it the best idea to let them do this , probably not , but that didn't stop you from getting on your knees , after telling them all to strip, which some of them waisting no time in doing , some slowly coming around, but hyunjin and chan were more standoffish , even though they'd been hard , since you were brought into the conversation. "are you two not participating , i won't force you to , but you can join whenever you want." you reassured.

"take your top off , give us something to look at." jeongin said , palming his cock over his underwear. "okay." you reached for the hem of your shirt , pulling it over your head , taking your bra off , letting your tits bounce freely. "o..oh fuck that was hot." han bit his lip , trying to conceal his moan.

"i knew you'd be noisy." you said smirking at the boy , who was the first one to take his cock fully out of his pants , stroking it while he drooled over your boobs. "felix , i told you her boobs were perfect." you turned to boy , who's face was red , as he bucked up into his hand. "you guys talk about my boobs on a regular?" you toyed with your nipples , putting on a little show , for the blonde haired boy.

"h..how can we not when you're always flaunting them." seungmins stroked his hard on , his eyes dark. "i thought making out with other dudes cum in your mouth was gross." you teased. "yeah that's why im gonna be the first one to cum inside your mouth." fuck that turned you , you squeezed your thighs together.

"of course that turns you on." lee know spoke up. "sluts like you always get turned on when being talked to like that." he fisted his cock in his hand. "take your skirt off." changbin spoke up , he was one of the ones who was slowly getting into it , rubbing his cock through his gym shorts.

their eyes followed you as you stood up , unzipping the skirt , pulling it down , throwing it somewhere revealing your black underwear, smirking when you seen jeongin out the corner of your eye, finally taking his cock out , stroking it , that was five out of eight of them of them , you then reached for your underwear , slowly pulling them down your leg.

"fuck." changbin lowly groaned , fishing his cock out his shorts , fucking his fist. "sit on the couch , spreading your legs." seungmin said his pace speeding up , you complied, your wet cunt on display for all eight of them. "o..oh fuck , look how wet she is." jeongin groaned.

you made eye with chan , who was now palming his cock after probably mentally fighting with himself , smiling at the man , his face flushed once he realized you saw him.

"o..oh fuck im gonna cum." han stood up , making his way over to your naked self. "minnie seems like he beat you to it." you mocked the boy , who looked like he wasn't that far along either since he had been doing it the longest. "fuck , open your mouth." he put his tip flat against your tongue , tugging at his cock for a few times , before cum shot from his red tip , onto your waiting tongue. "oh shit." he breathed , "your tongue feels good." he pulled his pants back up sitting back down.

"finally , someone filled that bratty mouth." lee know said , making you rolled your eyes. "fuck , come here im about to fill it up some more." you walked over to him , sinking down to your knees , right in front of his cock , he grabbed your jaw , forcing it open. "had we been alone , i would've fucked your throat raw for talking like that." he growled , "shit." he slid his tip into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth.

next was seungmin , who didn't even let you get up before he was grabbing your arm , pulling you over to his side , his cock leaking with pre-cum as he roughly fucked his fist , tapping his tip against your lips your mouth opening , the sight of the others cum in your mouth sitting in your mouth setting him off, "oh fuck." he pushed his tip into your mouth , cumming , some of it getting on your lips. "shit." his head was thrown back as he came down from his high.

you sat back on the couch , just as jeongin felt his orgasm approaching , running his thumb along the tip of his cock , "shit im gonna cum." he was sitting next to you , so all he had to do was stand up , he was a messy when he came , his cum spurting not only in your mouth , but some on your cheek. 'm'sorry." you shook your head , taking your finger , wiping it off your cheek , putting your finger into your mouth.

the lewd action must've set changbins orgasm off , because he was making his way over to you , stroking his cock. "mouth so full you can barely open it." he groaned , pushing the tip of his cock past your lips , he let out a string of curse words as his cum filled up your mouth , your already puffed cheeks puffing up more.

"oh my god , fuck!" felix's accent was strong as he felt the build up in his stomach , he lasted longer than he thought he would , he wouldn't mind making out with you in this condition , it was hot to him , but he couldn't help but stroke his cock at your body , your perky boobs , drool and little bits of cum fall on to them , your eyes glazed over , your went cunt on display. you looked a mess. "fuck im cumming." he was sitting on the side of you, standing up , stroking his cock faster as the knot in his stomach snapped , your mouth welcoming his cum. "fuck so messy." he wiped the drool from your lips.

it was between chan and hyunjin , chan had been slowly stroking his cock , finally giving in , his face was red as a tomato , the whole interaction was something straight out of a porno or a really good wet dream , the way you sat naked , waiting for the next guy to fill your mouth with their cum , his lip was tucked in between his teeth , he could feel you watching him and it made his cock 10x times harder.

hyunjin watched for a long time , fighting with himself internally, even though it had been way past the line , he still felt like it was wrong , but he slowly started to lose composure as you began to lose clothes , and he members began to cum , first palming his hard on over his jeans , finally pulling them down , fishing his cock out , allowing himself the release.

both of them were teetering on the edge of their orgasms , you were watching them with low eyes , your mind was fuzzy from the entire situation , you felt like you were about to cum untouched. "you've been rubbing your legs together since we started , poor baby must be so stressed." hyunjin got a boost of confidence , and it turned you on. "touch yourself a little."

seungmin held your legs open , you let your hand travel to your clit , rubbing figure eights on your clit , you moan , trying not to swallow anything. "look at the slut struggling to keep it all in." lee know said.

"sh..shit , shit im gonna cum." chan finally let himself go , you crawled over to him , looking at him through your lashes, slowly opening your mouth. his eyes rolled to the back of his head , his tip pushed into your mouth as he came with a low whine , "fu.fuck , fuck are you okay?" he caressed your cheek , you smiled nodding , he thought you looked cute regardless of the situation.

"hyunjin is the last one , he's the loser." han spoke up , the guys were watching the entire time , trying and failing not to get hard again. "how about you finish him off." felix said , you crawled over the him , looking up at him for permission to touch him. "shit, please touch me." he whined. "go on touch him before he explodes." lee know said , you grab the base of his cock , he groaned as , his head knocking back as you stroked him.

"put your mouth on him." jeongin said , your lips wrapped around his tip. "now suck like a good cumholder." you complied and that was all he needed , so pent up he came instantly, finally filling your mouth up. "shit."

"i need to record this." han pulled out his phone out , pressing record as you stood up sitting in his lap, grabbing his jaw , looking at him for any signs of not wanting to do it. "please kiss me." you pressed your lips against his , pushing your tongue and the cum of his bestfriends, into his mouth, you could here the curse words from everyone in room, it was lewd , even seungmin had to admit it was hot.

it was messy , both of your faces where covered in cum and spit , as you pulled away, you smiled when he chased your lips. "fuck." he breathed. "jesus i can't believe that just happened." changbin was the first one to come to terms with what just happened , you finally could be speak.

"fuck , it was just as hot as i thought it would be."

It started as a half-joke while laughing over drinks. He was hot, you were hot, even you got turned on watching your own sex tapes, then why not do shit in front of a camera? 

You didn’t even have full-blown sex on cam per se—it was more like teasing galore, which was why you honestly didn’t expect to grow an audience, nor for them to stick around. For one, your faces never showed. You would get naked, but frustratingly so. You would do stuff to each other, but it always ended at the best part. Case in point, Minho would strip you from the waist up, then get in between your legs and slide your underwear to the side to eat your pussy, but his head would deliberately block the view. The only X-rated footage would be you playing with your breasts and giving obscene instructions to your boyfriend while guiding his head, but right before you came, Minho would go ‘Alright guys, I gotta take this to bed. Good night!’ and end the stream out of nowhere. The frosting on the cake was Minho’s perpetual sass battles with the comment section, saying shit like his condition to do the incessantly requested face reveal was 10 million dollars, and for some reason, they were fucking loving it.

You were pretty damn good at this, and when a guy named Christopher reached out to you with an offer you couldn’t refuse, you decided to take it up as a legitimate career. 

He owned a strictly private sex club in the red light district called Okay, so not aptly named for the S-class service given inside, and it was a pretty popular tourist attraction all year round, too. You and Minho started doing shows there four nights a week, themed striptease routines where you were openly horny for each other, stripping one another—on some exclusive nights even fully bare, heavily making out for the audience to watch, and people seemed to appreciate the entertainment provided by the hot couple very much judging by the astronomical amount of tips you were making. This shift into full-time professional sex work came with a lot of things but with one epiphany in particular.

Minho had a massive thing for showing off his girl.

The second-hand praise thing was sort of always there since your camming days, but it mutated into a full-on kink with a live audience right in front of you, blatantly thirsting over somebody they could never have. People were drooling over you. They were going crazy when he was stripping you. You would get the raunchy compliments, yet he would get a raging hard on witnessing how much people wanted you. Those post-show quickies in the dressing room were responsible for some of the most intense orgasms you had to date.

Another packed Saturday night. Hypnotic blue and red neon lights. Thumping kicks of some sultry song seeping into the ribcages of everyone watching. A ridiculously handsome man in handcuffs. An infinitely alluring woman in a classily slutty police uniform. Crowd going wild over how he breaks his cuffs in half and rips her shirt off, then licks a long drag starting from her navel and stopping right between her gorgeous tits.

A man was watching all this from afar on a bar stool with out-of-place tranquility, appreciating the performance as if he were at some museum looking at a delicate piece of artwork. When the song ended, there was a roar of applause, but he wasn’t clapping. He wasn’t smiling. His eyes followed you both as you left the stage, and once you disappeared, he got up and headed towards the back of the club.

You and Minho were freshly out of the shower and on your way to the bar to unwind when Chris forced a detour in your route.

“You two. This way,” he beckoned you into his office with a serious face.

You both naturally tensed up since he quite literally never wanted to speak with you in private before.

“Everything okay, boss?” you asked while sitting down in front of his desk.

“Oh, you’re not in trouble,” he quickly erased the worry that flared up in your guts, “We have a VVIP guest here that asks for a private show. I told him I would have to talk to you first.”

“We have VVIPs?” Minho cocked a single brow, “Since when?”

“Since always. You would have known if you worked in the Hall of Fame,” Chris lit up one of his expensive-ass Cubans and took a long drag from it.

The Hall of Fame was a literal hallway that harbored the extravagant pleasure chambers where designated hosts would have sex with paying customers. That platinum-level loyalty of this person was quite telling about how much they were frequenting this place.

“Why the hell is a Hall of Fame VVIP asking for us?” you questioned, “We don’t fuck people.”

“He’s not asking to have sex with you personally,” Chris went on to clarify, “He wants to watch you fuck.”

“He what?” you and Minho uttered in unison and burst into loud cackles.

You’d been to bachelor-slash-bachelorette parties, ladies’ nights, and gentlemen’s clubs all for stripping performances, but in all your time as performers, no one had asked for such a thing.

He. So it was a guy.

“In all seriousness,” Minho’s laughter immediately stopped, “What is this really about? I’m not about to do some shit I don’t want to my girl just because some dude is paying us.”

“It’s not like he wants an anal performance or anything. He’s not asking for choreography at all,” Chris took out an envelope from one of his drawers and extended it to Minho, “This is how much he’s offering if you take him up on his offer.”

When Minho opened the envelope and pulled the rectangular piece of paper inside, your eyes popped out of their sockets seeing the obscene amount of money written on it.

“Nah, this check’s totally gonna bounce.”

“That just cannot be the right amount.”

“But it is. I’ve known this guy for a long time, and if he was some shady cunt, I wouldn’t bring this to you in the first place,” Chris beckoned the person outside the door with two of his fingers and invited her to sit on his lap, “I called a character witness to help you decide before you cost me the biggest commission of my life. It’s one of her regulars.”

The person in question was Felicia a.k.a Lexie, the most popular host in the Hall of Fame and one of your closest friends at Okay.

“Talk, woman,” Minho sank deeper into the couch and crossed his legs, “What’s the deal with this guy?”

“100/10 would recommend. You guys landed a jackpot with this,” she threw her arm around Chris’ neck and continued addressing you, “No disrespect to Min, but he’s like insanely handsome, so it never feels like work with him.”

“What kind of stuff is he into?” you probed, trying to understand the messed-upness level of your potential client.

“He’s very numb to people singing praises to his good looks. Unlike a certain somebody in this room, it doesn’t turn him on at all,” she targeted Minho, “He actually seeks to be verbally humiliated.”

Not a shady cunt maybe, but definitely a freak. This person sounded like an antithesis of Minho, to be brutally honest.

“Then why is the Hall of Fame not enough for him?” you pressed further, “I’m sure you’re showing him more than a good time.”

“Because he finds you both very attractive,” Lexie broke into a devious smile, “and he seems to have figured out Minho’s kryptonite.”

“Which is?”

“He knows you like flaunting her. Your boner is visible all the way from the dressing room, man.”

A roar of laughter erupted in the leather-clad office, and once it somewhat died down, you looked Chris in the eye to get to the bottom of this.

“There is a catch here, isn’t there, boss?”

He took another long drag from his cigar and finally ended the suspense he was dallying over.

“Not exactly a catch, but Lexie will be in the room with him.”

“Ah, I know what he really wants,” a lightbulb went off above Minho’s head and his lips curled into a huge grin, “He wants to have avatar sex, doesn’t he?”

While Chris and Lexie knowingly nodded, you were the only one in the room who didn’t have a clue about what he was referring to.

“What the fuck even is that?”

“Sex by proxy,” he explained turning to you, “He’s gonna fuck Lex while watching us, but he will pretend he’s fucking you.”

You looked at him with a stunned stare turning slowly blank with a subtitle that read You’re fucking with me, right?

“The level of creativity… is clinically insane,” you blurted.

“Can you blame the guy? Fucking goddess in front of him strutting her stuff, I’d lose my damn mind, too,” Minho held your hand and squeezed it, not even upset in the slightest, “What do you say?”

“And you’re okay with me having avatar sex with this man?” you tried your best not to sound sarcastic, but it was next to impossible.

“I mean we kinda do it on stage anyway. Nobody gets to touch you. I’ll do all the work,” he brushed his thumb on the back of your hand affectionately, “If you’re willing to give it a go, I’m game. If not, this conversation is over.”

And just like that, you found yourselves heading towards the lounge area of the Hall of Fame to meet this guy. You had to hand it to Lexie because damn did he look like a literal sex god in the flesh, dripping in Versace from head to toe.

“My name is Hwang Hyunjin. Thank you very much for meeting me,” he kissed your hand first, then addressed Minho, “I really enjoyed your show tonight.”

“The pleasure’s ours,” Minho responded with manners he only possessed when there was something in it for him.

“I’ve never seen chemistry like yours. It’s fucking explosive,” he started his fanboying in earnest, but still with the elegance of a gentleman rather than the excitement of a teenager, “I think your manager informed you about my offer. It would make me very happy if you would indulge me.”

“He did, but I have a question for you,” you eyed him up and down, “You’re willing to pay us this much money to just watch?”

“Yes,” he quickly confirmed, “You can acknowledge my presence or ignore me completely. That’s up to you.”

“What if you don’t like what we like?” you insisted, still looking for a hidden trick in this seemingly too-good-to-be-true deal, “Once the transaction is made, no takebacks.”

“I’m only interested in a natural voyeuristic experience. Whatever turns you on will turn me on,” he flashed a levelheaded smile, completely unexpected from a guy who enjoyed hearing insults during sex, and wrapped his arm around Lexie’s waist, “and this pretty lady is going to keep me company if you’re okay with it.”

All in all, this Hyunjin guy really just wanted to watch live porn and get off to it. You took one look at Minho, and his eyes were screaming Told ya, causing both of you to break into crooked smiles and give approving nods at each other.

“You like him, baby?” he whispered into your ear.

“Yes. Do you?”

“I like everyone my girl likes,” he kissed your shoulder, “Let’s do it.”

“Meet us in the Scarlet Room, then,” you addressed Hyunjin before taking off, “I hope you know how to last, pretty face. My man is not exactly known for his mercy.”

Your pre-game shenanigans seemed to please Hyunjin very much. Lexie escorted him towards the front door of the room whereas you and Minho headed to the stage entrance. It felt like you were about to take the stage for the first time all over again.

“I have an idea to fry this guy’s brain completely,” Minho quietly spoke with a smirk before entering the room.

“What is it?”

“When we’re inside, call me by his name only,” he instructed you firmly, all kinds of mayhem blaring from his eyes, “A little immersive fanservice.”

“You sure?” you asked a little hesitant.

“We roleplay all the time, baby. My name is Hyunjin tonight,” he licked his lips, “Let’s get messy.”

He pulled you close for a wet kiss, but the prospect of what was about to happen was turning him on so much that you almost started undressing each other right outside that door.

The Scarlet Room was indeed a bedroom, but it was designed in a way to accommodate spectators if a patron wished to invite any, and unlike your usual stage, they could enjoy the act from a very intimate distance—it would take them two steps to reach the edge of the bed. No booths, but a strategically placed large, black sectional sofa with ebony trays to hold whatever the audience wanted to ingest to lower their inhibitions.

When you entered the room, you found Hyunjin and Lexie comfortably settled right in front of the bed, several white lines cut on one of the trays with two already snorted.

“So much for wanting us,” you interrupted their heavy makeout session, “We can leave if you want.”

“Just warming up,” Hyunjin quietly chuckled and gestured to the tray, “Please.”

“Don’t mind if we do.”

Meanwhile, he turned to Lexie for her singular instruction of the night, and hearing that got you wetter than you were on stage earlier that night.

“Keep edging me even if I tell you to stop. I don’t wanna finish before they do.”

You and Minho hit two of the lines and sat on the edge of the bed, on the brink of kicking your feet with excitement. The adrenaline of the anticipation was rushing in your veins much faster now. It was a conceited thing to admit maybe, but someone like Hyunjin desiring you, both of you to such an extent was doing something to your ego.

Who wouldn’t be flattered, really?

“Nervous?” Minho brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Not at all,” you licked your lips and brought your face closer to his, “Let’s fuck, Hyunjin.”

You stole one glance from your patron, and seeing the complete blue screen on his face made you both burst into laughter. When Minho grabbed you from your nape and started kissing into your smile, you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck. Your tongue swirling around his elicited those familiar moans out of him, and his large hands slid down your waist to peel off your top. Neither too eager nor too unrushed, just like he would do in the privacy of your own bedroom. As he played with your breasts, you pulled his denim shirt to the sides to undo his snap buttons and exposed the beauty of what you got to sleep with every single night for this duo to admire.

“Say it, baby,” Minho whispered into your neck while placing wet kisses, “Say his name.”

“Hyunjin…” you breathily uttered with your eyes closed, and a foreign moan reached your ears from your right.

Experience of a former cammer. Minho got rid of your pants and kneeled in front of you, fully exposing your glossy cunt to the beautiful spectator. Although he would never do this on camera, he angled himself like a pro—cheek pressed to your thigh to give the perfect view of his tongue on your pussy.

“That’s the sound I like,” he bit into his smile when he heard the lewd squelch his fingers made on your folds, “Say thank you to him for getting you this wet.”

“Thank you, Hyunjin.”

His tonguework was anything but classy, lapping at you as messily as he could to end this guy’s life with the lascivious sounds becoming gradually more audible. When you turned your attention to Hyunjin, you saw him sprawled wide, arms extended to either side on the backrest of the sofa, and a naked-from-the-waist-down Lexie choking on his cock.

“Finger me, Hyunjin,” you demanded with your eyes drilling holes into his.

As Minho slipped two of your favorite digits inside to massage your walls, tongue still latched to your clit, Hyunjin pornographically sucked on his long fingers and slowly inserted them in Lexie’s pussy.

“Faster.”

The brisk movements of Minho’s wrist replicated themselves in Hyunjin’s. His eyes never left yours, not even for one second, and the louder you moaned, the faster he was fucking her.

As if he was fucking you.

You tapped Minho on the shoulder for him to stop because there was no way you were going to cum to this alone when Hyunjin’s biggest turn on that Lexie let slip was echoing in your brain. You got on all fours by the edge of the bed, still facing your audience, and without you having to say anything, Minho took his pants off and climbed right behind you.

“Come closer,” you sternly commanded Hyunjin and pointed to your desired location with your eyes, “You’re going to fuck her mouth over here.”

The duo assumed their positions right in front of you, Lexie sitting on the floor with her back against the bed and Hyunjin on his knees towering over her. Minho’s thick girth sliding into you made your eyes roll back. You allowed yourself to bask in the familiar fullness for some time as if it was only you and Minho in the room. When you snapped your eyes open, you noticed Hyunjin’s rhythm was completely synced with Minho’s ruthless thrusts, and that was the moment you took over the baton from Minho to fry his brain.

“Do you deserve to fuck me?” 

“No, I don’t.”

“Are you worth it?”

“N-no, I’m not.”

“You can’t even make me cum, can you?”

“No, I can’t!” Hyunjin squeezed his eyes close, very clearly on the brink of losing his mind for good.

“Exactly. You’re pathetic,” you laughed derisively, “Open wide. Stick your tongue out.”

When you spat into Hyunjin’s mouth, you heard Minho’s trademark ‘I can’t get any more turned on than this’ hiss behind you and felt his hands groping your ass as if to say Gold star, baby.

“Now watch and learn how a man is supposed to fuck,” you taunted, then turned around to face Minho, “Show him.”

His thrusts went completely berserk inside you, making your brain go fuzzy, and you barely remembered to rub yourself to your orgasm. You were almost there; you just needed one last push to completely break free.

“Do it, baby,” he spoke into your ear when you started clenching hard, “Finish him.” 

And that was it. You convulsed so frantically under Minho with such loud moans that he had to hold your hips in a firm grip to stay inside. Watching Hyunjin cum hard to his girl spelled his own demise, and he finally let go, unloading inside you until the last drop was out and kinda wishing he had a plug with him to seal you close. You and Minho kissed each other until you came down, then removed yourselves from the room to give Hyunjin some alone time to gather his wits.

You emerged from your dressing room after the second shower of the night just to find him waiting for you outside, much less disheveled than how you left him.

“It was an unforgettable night,” he softly spoke with genuine satisfaction in his eyes, “Thank you both very much.”

“The pleasure’s ours,” you responded this time with manners that were a natural part of your personality.

Hyunjin handed you another envelope which was different than the one in Chris’ office. Larger, heavier, dark red in color. It looked like an invitation.

“I host an exclusive party once a month. Do stop by if you ever feel like it. No strings attached,” he calmly smiled at you then turned on his heels to leave, “It would be my absolute honor to host you.”

The beautiful stranger made his way towards the exit with both his hands inside the pockets of his Versace suit. You could feel all the letters embossed on the thick paper under your fingertips, but the name of the party didn’t exactly divulge what was being celebrated.

MARTYMACHLIA Vol. 12

「© 2023, exxxtraoddinary · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

“See! This looks nothing like the ones I took yesterday.”

“Let me try,” you say, setting your phone down on the floor beside you and reaching a hand out. He places the camera in your two hands, resetting the knob back to its original position before loosening his grasp.

“Careful, it’s heavy”, Felix warns, watching closely as you bring it up to your own face and squeeze one eye shut. You point the camera up at him, and Felix holds out a peace sign while you snap a few photos of him.

“Cute,”‘you say, observing the photos and admiring the way his tight black turtleneck hugs his body so nicely.

“Let me see,” he replies with a smile, taking the camera from you and sitting on the wooden bench at the edge of your hotel bed to scroll through the photos.

When you turn to look up at him, you realize how close he is to you, his hips almost next to your face as his legs spread lazily on either side of him. His outfit is particularly distracting today, his toned abs peeking through a thin fitted black turtleneck, coupled nicely with a dark blue pair of jeans. When he leans back to rest his weight on one arm, his shirt lifts up a little bit, exposing a thin strip of skin above his waistband. He shifts a little bit in his spot, and your gaze skims over his crotch momentarily, the outline of his bulge visible through the sculpted jeans.

“These are nice,” he says, “but why does it only work when you do it?”

You swallow nervously, your mind admittedly wandering to places it shouldn’t be, as he sits here innocently indulging in his hobby beside you.

“I dunno,” you reply, averting his gaze briefly.

Felix takes notice of the change in your demeanor, furrowing his brows together as you turn your attention back to your phone.

“You can try again, if you want,” he offers, fearing you took offense to something he said.

“No, that’s okay,” you reply quietly, desperately scrolling through your social media in an attempt to look preoccupied.

“Seriously,” he says, now standing up from the bench to move in front of you. “You’re better than me, anyway. Have at it.”

You swallow nervously when you look up, well aware of the way his crotch is right in front of your face now, his jeans almost grazing your face as he towers over you. Felix looks down on you with a gentle smile, one hand reaching down to thread through your hair and tuck a strand of hair behind you ear.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

“Tell me,” Felix says again, now moving his other hand to tilt your chin up. Your eyes are wide, curious with lust now as his bulge hovers over you from this proximity.

You want to ask him- so badly, but you’re nervous about being so straightforward with him. He somehow looks so tantalizing today- the outline of his cock practically visible from every angle, his knit black turtleneck rising up to flaunt a subtle v-line whenever he holds up his camera. The simple, yet elegant outfit exudes sex, and you’re itching to see him underneath- or rather, to taste him.

Without uttering a word, you bring your chin forward just an inch, resting it just below his groin and staring up at him with silently pleading eyes. When he gasps a little, you press one small kiss to the bulge of his jeans, pulling away to gauge his reaction. Felix’s eyes look wide with curiosity, the little action already arousing him through his jeans, but surprising him nonetheless.

“If you’re trying to tease me, it’s working,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

You don’t respond, your eyes flickering down to his jeans and back to his face, hoping the action will signify what it is that you want so badly. He glances down at your expression, observing the way you now sit up on your knees, scanning his outfit from head to toe.

“Is it… that you want to have sex?” Felix inquires bluntly with a chuckle. His words ring somewhat true, but truthfully, you want to pleasure him. It’s something the two of you have never engaged in before, all of your sexually intimate moments always involving a bed, and having enough time to equally undress and finish together. The two of you aren’t partial to quick bouts of pleasure, but seeing him loom over you like this, you’re eager to try.

“I want… to taste you,” you say finally, heartbeat quickening the minute the words leave your lips.

Felix pauses in his tracks, finally understanding what you’re asking for, and then a smile grows on his face.

“You want to suck me off?” He says, a breathy laugh emitting from his lips as he speaks. “Is that what you’re so hot and bothered about?”

You nod sheepishly, still keeping your gaze on him as he looks down.

“Yeah?” Felix says, his fingers tangling in your scalp again and pushing your hair out of your face.

“You could’ve just asked,” he says in a teasing tone. “You don’t have to feel so embarrassed.” He sounds amused, almost dumbfounded at the proposal.

Your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as you begin to feel regretful for asking- it’s uncharacteristic of you to say it out loud like this, much less engage in an act that you’ve always felt seemed so degrading. But you still do want to, a little unsure of how to go about it.

“Hey,” Felix says, tilting your chin up to look at him. “I’ll guide you if you really want to do it, yeah?”

You nod up at him, relieved that he’s agreed to help walk you through it without you needing to ask him. He caresses your cheek lovingly with his thumb, snaking one hand down to undo his belt buckle, sliding it out of his belt loops in one quick motion and tossing it on the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, and you shift a little so that you’re sitting comfortably on your knees.

“Mhm,” you reply, waiting for his next instruction.

Felix unzips his jeans slowly, pulling them down so that they pool around his ankles, already visibly hard against his boxers. You’ve seen his cock plenty of times, but somehow, this being the first time you get to taste him, you’re admittedly a little nervous. You reach up to palm him gently over his boxers, earning a soft moan from him as he positions himself a little closer to you.

“You want to take them off?” Felix asks, cocking his head at the way you stare up at him with wide, lustful eyes. You nod up at him, your heartbeat quickening a little as he waits for you to proceed.

And in slow movements, you reach up to graze your fingers along his waistband, tugging over his now-hard bulge and freeing his erection. His cock swells against his abdomen, looking almost different to you from this new angle- his veiny length protrudes straight in front of you, the pink tip of his cock glistening with anticipation as you bring your face a little closer.

Felix smiles at your hesitation, bringing his own hand to the base of his cock and pumping gently over you as you watch in wonder. The same hand reaches out to your face, grazing your lips gently before cupping below your chin.

“Spit for me,” he orders, and you swirl your tongue around your mouth, gathering a generous wad of saliva between your lips before trickling a stream down into his hand.

Felix brings his hand back to his cock, laying his palm flat against the tip of his cock and coating himself generously in your spit before moving back down to the base.

He whimpers at the contact, doing his best to save the pleasurable parts for your mouth only.

You watch intently as he pumps himself a few more times again, his cock now glistening in saliva and making a light sloshing noise as he works his length. When he’s wet enough, involuntary whimpers escaping his lips with every stroke, he stops the base again, looking down at you.

“You still okay to do this?” Felix asks, and you nod affirmatively.

His free hand finds its way to the back of your head, softly massaging your scalp in encouragement as he brings his cock to your lips.

“If you want to stop, just give me a little squeeze, okay?”

You nod again, blinking a few times as he now taps the pink tip of his cock against your lips. His flesh feels hypnotic against you, almost pleading for entrance as he trails a coat of your own saliva back onto your lips. You part your lips for him, holding eye contact, as he finally guides his cock inside your mouth and slides in with gentle movements. You wrap your lips around his girth, moaning softly around his cock as you feel him hit the back of your throat.

Tears prick your eyes at the sensation, and your mouth dribbles with drool, Felix using his thumb to wipe the corners of your mouth clean and tangle back in your hair. It’s your turn to grasp the base of his cock, holding him just firmly enough to steady yourself, and then you start moving. Your head bobs down his length, swirling your tongue generously around his tip, and then back up again, where your moans vibrate around him. You repeat the action a few times, Felix’s eyebrows arching up in pleasure as he takes in the filthy sight, his entire cock disappearing into your mouth with every move.

“Fuck, yeah baby just like that,” he breathes out, hardly even needing to guide you anymore. His hands steady themselves on the back of your head, where he pulls up your hair into a makeshift ponytail, caressing strands behind your ears and shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“Mmh-” you whimper around him, pulling back to his tip to utter something between drooly lips.

“I love it,” you breathe, trailing your wetted lips around the side of his shaft, where you press drooly little kisses along his flesh before taking him back into your mouth.

Felix feels like he could cum any minute at the sound of you, your lewd moans and sloshing noises as you work him so skillfully, the sight of your fucked-out face so needy for his cock instilling a pure state of euphoria in him. But he holds off, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, because he can tell you’re getting equally as pleasured by this, too. Beads of sweat form on Felix’s forehead as he looks down at you, his blonde tresses falling into his eyes and caressing the collar of his ebony turtleneck. His once put-together appearance looks completely disheveled now, face flushed a dark shade of red as he pants heavily over you.

“Ah- baby, will you touch my-”

You don’t have to hear him finish his request before obliging, reaching a hand up to caress his balls in your palm and massage them at the same time you work him in your mouth. Felix moans fervently at the sensation, a stream of drool dribbling from the corners of his lips too, as his breathing grows ragged with pleasure.

“God, you take me so well,” he breathes out, moving your face down his length and gently fucking your face with his hips. “You’re so good,” he says, shutting his eyes as he feels his cock pulsate between your lips, desperate for release now.

Your mascara is pooled below your eyes now, eyelashes fluttering up at him innocently as he fucks your face a little faster.

“Is this okay?” Felix asks, his voice coming out shaky. You nod with him in your mouth, pleased with the way he’s completely losing himself around you.

Felix throws his head back in bliss as he feels you swirl your tongue down his base, giving kitten licks to the underside of his shaft and his balls, before maneuvering to his tip again and showering him in wet, drooly kisses. He tastes a little salty, but the flavor is intoxicating on your tongue, a reminder that it’s your boyfriend fucking your mouth and filling your mouth remnants of him. Sucking him makes you hungrier for him, eager to watch his reactions with every move and feel him hit every inch of your throat.

You pull off of him entirely, releasing him with a gentle pop, and shooting him an amused smile when he looks down at you, almost trembling.

“Don’t stop,” Felix says, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as he guides your face close to him, silently begging to feel you around his length again. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, feeling confident in how you’ve taken the reins after having him guide you so sweetly.

You don’t deny him the pleasure for another second, trailing his aching tip over your lips and delivering little kisses before taking him in your mouth again, gagging lightly when he hits the back of your throat.

“Do it again,” Felix says, massaging the back of your head and guiding you even lower. “Gag on it for me, baby, yeah? Feels so fucking good when you do that.”

And you obey his commands, spit bubbling in the back of your throat and around your lips as you struggle to keep him inside, his tip almost brushing against your uvula and making you wince in brief discomfort. But you feel his abdomen contract once against you, his cock twitching in pleasure, and you can tell he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Felix says, pulling back a little to let you breathe.

“You want me to finish in your mouth? Or on your pretty face?”

You take him a bit deeper, answering his question by swirling your tongue around him once, earning a deep moan from him.

Felix grips your hair in both hands, holding it out of your face as he gives shallow thrusts.

“Gonna cum,” he says in between labored breaths, his eyes shut in pleasure.

And gives one more thrust, pulling out halfway to rest his hardened cock on your tongue as you moan around his girth, gasping lightly when you feel him shoot ropes of his milky white release all over your tongue. He lets out a series of moans as he does, reaching one hand up to the base of his cock to pump the remainder, a few remnants falling onto your lips and your cheek. You shut your eyes instinctively, smiling a little when you feel him finish on you, the sensation feeling simultaneously so filthy and delightful at the same time. Felix pulls out of you slowly, watching with hooded eyes as he slows his breaths and looks down at you.

“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, visibly concerned as you smack your lips together lightly and relish in the flavor of his arousal.

But somehow his words feel like encouragement, and you shudder a little as you slide your tongue to the back of your throat, swallowing his release with a loud gulping noise and wiping your chin clean.

Felix chuckles in disbelief, in awe at this new side of you he’s never experienced.

“Wow,” he breathes out, helping you off the floor and steadying your balance as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

He rubs his thumb across your cheek soothingly, leaning down to press a series of tender kisses to your still-wet lips as he smiles against you. Felix’s heartbeat steadies in rhythm with yours as you stay like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's warm embrace.

"Stop looking at him like what?" You ask innocently.

"Like you want to jump his bones."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"...Two minutes ago you said you wanted to, and I quote, "lick the sweat off of his face.""

"Really?" You ponder. "That doesn't sound like me."

"Yes it does!"

You groan, fanning yourself with your hand. "Whatever! Can you blame me? He just looks so hot!"

The view from where you are sitting on the sidelines is spectacular, glorious even—so much so that you can almost forget the sun beating down on you as you wait for your friends to finish up their game.

"Nope," Hyunjin covers his ears. "I am not going to agree while you objectify my best friend."

"Okay... Well, it's not my fault that your best friend is the sexiest man on the face of the Earth."

You have always thought that Kim Seungmin looks the hottest when playing sports, and it is rewarding to (yet again) find yourself proven correct. Today, he is the main event: with his brow furrowed in singular determination, his hidden competitive nature full on display, his lean body hidden underneath a deceptive white tee and black joggers...

There isn't anything overtly provocative about him today, and yet you still have to stifle the urge to strut onto that field, grab him by the wrist, drag him behind the bleachers, drop to your knees, and suck him dry.

"I'm literally right here!" Hyunjin cries.

On the field, Jisung clumsily passes to Seungmin, who dribbles the ball down the field and swipes a sharp left, kicking the ball straight into the goal past Chan.

A small, self-assured smirked hooks onto the edge of his mouth when he walks back to his position, and you have to fan yourself to stop the heat on your cheeks from spreading down your neck.

"Oh honey," you tut, only momentarily distracted by the glorious view in front of you. "It's okay, I still think you're cute."

"That is so condescending coming from someone who can't confess their feelings to a guy who is obviously into them," Hyunjin scoffs. "And I'm not cute! I'm sexy."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," you roll your eyes, gaze still trained on the field. "But Kim Seungmin is not into me."

"Yes he is."

"No... He isn't."

"And who are you to tell me that?" Hyunjin narrows his eyes. "I think I know my best friend well enough to know how he feels, thank you very much!"

You swat at the back of his head.

"Hyunjin, you are literally one of the most oblivious people in the world," you point out. "Forgive me for not taking your word for it."

"Okay, b-but!" Hyunjin splutters. "Not when it comes to this. I'm telling you, Seungmin is so down bad for you, it's actually painful."

"And how do you know that?" You ask, mostly just to humor him.

"Because it's obvious!" He exclaims. "Literally everyone knows. Everyone."

"Mhm," you nod along. "And... Has Seungmin ever told you this?"

Hyunjin pauses for a moment.

"...W-Well—"

You click your tongue. "That's what I thought."

"He doesn't have to say it for me to know," Hyunjin insists.

"Uh, really?" You snort. "Because it sounds to me like you're just pulling things out of your ass."

Across the field, Jisung cheers as Seungmin scores another goal. By now, they have been playing long enough in the heat for rivulets of sweat to carve their way down his face, and the thought comes to mind once again—you would love to lick it off his face. Desperately. Maybe if you begged nicely, he would let you have a taste...

Would he like it if you begged?

"Dude," Hyunjin deadpans. "All he has to do is look at you and he pops a boner. I think that's a pretty good indication that he's into you."

"Really?" You ask, momentarily stupefied by the thought of Seungmin's dick.

"Yes."

"No way," you exclaim a moment later, shaking your head. "Seungmin would never."

"Be attracted to someone? Yeah, I used to think so too..."

"No!" You pout, pinching his arm. "I mean he's such a gentleman. There is no way that is true."

"Yeah," Hyunjin scoffs. "If being a gentleman means jacking off as soon as he gets home from hanging out with you, then sure."

"Don't talk about him like that!" You pull him into a headlock. "Just because you are a nasty little shit doesn't mean that he is, too."

"Oh, god," Hyunjin groans in agony. "Yes, he definitely is."

Your grip on his neck tightens and a choked wheeze passes through his lips. A vindictive smile slips onto your face at the thought of making him suffer for putting strange thoughts about Seungmin into your head, and your grip tightens even more.

It is only when you chance a look up at the game and find Seungmin staring in your direction that your chokehold on Hyunjin slackens. Under the heated weight of his stare, the blush that you spent so long trying to fight off comes back in full force.

"See?" Hyunjin hisses. "I told you he's into you! Oh god, he looks like he's plotting my murder."

"I dunno," you sigh. "I think he looks kind of dreamy."

You drop your arm completely, and Hyunjin wrestles himself free from your grip. Seungmin smiles at you before turning back to the match, and you swoon on the spot.

"Wow," Hyunjin wrinkles his nose in disgust. "In the most offensive way possible, I think you two are meant for each other."

"Aw, you really think so?" You beam.

"Unfortunately..."

You frown. "Well... If Seungmin is so into me, why hasn't he made a move yet?"

"Because you're a psychopath?" Hyunjin guesses.

"Hwang Hyunjin, keep it up and I'm going to be the one murdering you," you threaten.

"Okay, okay!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I dunno. Maybe he's just a pussy?"

"He's twice the man you are," you sniff.

"You're only saying that because you want his dick in your mouth," Hyunjin notes drily.

"No I'm not!" You protest. "...Well, that's not the only reason."

Jeongin runs past you, the ball between his feet as a mischievous cackle escapes his lips, and the slight tailwind he provides only grants you a moderate amount of solace from the heat beating down.

"Believe me, don't believe me..." Hyunjin trails off. "I don't really care."

"Rude," you pout. Jeongin misses the goal, and Seungmin runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face him.

"All I'm saying is that there is a foolproof way to figure out whether or not Seungmin actually wants to fuck your brains out."

"And that is...?"

"He rolls his eyes. "Duh. Just seduce him."

"I'm not going to do that!" You hiss. "He's going to think I'm a gross little gremlin that's trying to get into his pants and then he's going to reject me!"

"But you are a gross little gremlin trying to get into his pants."

"Not true! I like Seungmin for more than just his body, thank you very much."

"Okay..." Hyunjin says. "Well, as I've already said, he's definitely not going to reject you."

"You don't know that." You glare at him. "When was the last time you saw him accept anybody's advances?"

"Literally never because, again, he's into you!" Hyunjin exclaims.

"As if."

"Whatever!" He throws his hands up in the air, his face growing redder by the second. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care. I tried!"

Hyunjin pushes himself up from the ground, dusting his pants off in a tight and jerky motions.

"Wait," you begin. "Hyunjin!"

He doesn't spare you a glance as he stomps off towards where the rest of your friends seem to—finally—be wrapping up their game.

"Where are you going? Hyunjin? Come back!"

A nice cold shower is exactly what you need after a morning of watching a sweaty Seungmin in his element.

Which is why the moment that you and the guys make it back to Seungmin and Hyunjin's apartment, you waste no time in claiming Hyunjin's bathroom for yourself.

He refuses to speak to you the entire way back, and you decide to take your revenge by making a break for his bathroom. Maybe it's mean, because you know he's had to pee for the past twenty minutes, but you find a little bit too much joy in seeing him suffer to actually care.

You are grateful to find your shampoo is still in the same spot you left it last week when you stayed over. Hyunjin might be your best friend, but you wouldn't put it past him to use it all up—that was the fate of your facial cleanser last time you left it at his place.

The steady stream of water pelting your back is soothing as you wash yourself, and the lukewarm water does wonders for your horniness.

"Hurry the fuck up," Hyunjin whines, bursting through the door without a second thought. His irritating voice only helps quash your horniness further.

The shower curtain is solid enough that you can only make out his vague outline through it, but you don't have to wonder what he is doing in here for long—the sound of him peeing is undeniable, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"You're so annoying," you shout at him.

"Whatever," Hyunjin gripes, washing his hands. "I'm hungry, so like... Hurry the fuck up."

"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. He lets out a huff, then exists without saying another word.

Your shower lasts a little longer than usual—mostly because you know that it will piss Hyunjin off. By the time you are finished, only five stray thoughts about jumping Seungmin's bones have passed through your head, which you consider an accomplishment.

A warm blanket of contentment settles over you as you towel yourself dry. It is only after a few moments without the stream of the shower dulling your senses that you get the odd feeling that something is off.

It takes another moment for you to realize that the apartment is awfully quiet. The faint buzz of the TV streams in through the walls, but other than that... Nothing.

For a moment, you wonder if your friends have finally learned how to act like normal people and actually use their inside voices—but then you remember that Minho and Changbin couldn't shut up even if they wanted to. Which means that either someone has finally snapped and forcibly gagged them, or... They aren't here.

The urge to go investigate is so overwhelming that you decide to skip blowdrying your hair altogether (scandalous, you know), but when you reach for your clothes, you realize they are not where you left them.

In fact, a quick survey of the bathroom reveals that they are nowhere to be found at all.

"What the...?" You gnaw on your lip.

Then it clicks. You knew Hyunjin had been too quiet earlier when leaving the bathroom. He must have taken your clothes...

Which normally wouldn't have been that big of a predicament, considering that you have no shame when it comes to stealing his clothes, except for the little fact that his bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment.

Great.

You pinch the bridge of your nose before wrapping your towel around yourself resolutely and opening the bathroom door.

"Hyunjin?" You call, only peeking your head out.

In the living room, you hear the distinctive sound of footsteps, but your best friend remains silent.

"Hello?" You try again, but still, silence is the only thing that greets you.

You narrow your eyes, irritation welling up inside of you.

"Hyunjin," you squeeze out through gritted teeth, pushing the bathroom door all the way open. "I'm actually going to kill you. Where did you put my clothes?"

Despite the anger in your tone, he still has the audacity to ignore you. Unsurprisingly, you quickly reach the end of your fuse.

"You're so—" You seethe, storming into the living room.

And then, you promptly come to a screeching halt.

"Oh!" You squeak out, a rush of embarrassment striking you in the chest. "You're not Hyunjin."

"No," Seungmin says mildly. "I'm not."

He is sitting alone on the couch, his hair damp, and you are not too surprised to notice how sexy he looks like this—domestic and relaxed. The black joggers from earlier have been replaced by sinful gray sweats, and you only have a moment to lament how unfair that is before you remember that you are standing basically naked in front of him.

To his credit, Seungmin doesn't seem fazed. In fact, his eyes remain focused on your face, his gaze cool and collected as you flounder for the right words.

You are half-satisfied, half-disappointed by his reaction (or lack thereof) because on one hand, it means that Hyunjin was wrong and Seungmin is decidedly not into you at all... But on the other hand, it means that Seungmin is not into you at all.

"Ahem," you clear your throat. "D'you know where he is?"

"Him and the guys went to get food," Seungmin tells you.

"Bitch," you mutter bitterly.

Seungmin raises a brow at you, and your eyes widen.

"Not you!" You clarify. "I'm talking about Hyunjin. I mean, he's a little bitch who took my clothes while I was showering and then went off to get food without me."

You pause, not noticing the amused look on Seungmin's face.

"Wait," you pause. "Why didn't you go with them?"

He shrugs. "Thought it was kind of a dick move to leave you here all alone."

You perk up. "Aw, thanks!"

"Although," Seungmin points out, "it was also kind of a dick move to eat his last yogurt, so I guess you guys are even."

You gasp. "Seungmin, I thought you weren't going to tell him!"

His mouth turns up in a lopsided smirk. "I never said that."

Your mind flashes back to last week when Seungmin caught you sneaking the last yogurt cup, and you frown. Technically, you realize he's right—but you had shared the yogurt cup with you, so you thought you were partners in crime.

Although, it was kind of sexy how ruthless he is...

"You're evil," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Then, you remember you are clad in only a tiny little towel, and your promptly uncross your arms.

He cocks a brow. "Would an evil person offer to lend you clothes in a time of need?"

The thought of his clothes, on you, is enough to make your brain short circuit.

"Really?" You exclaim, your voice pitching an octave higher.

He pushes himself off the couch with a nod.

"Kim Seungmin, you are an angel," you gush. "I could kiss you right now."

You trail after him towards his room, not noticing how your words make him freeze.

"Or, like," you blabber on. "buy you ten bags of Hot Cheetos!"

"Only ten?" He teases.

"Eleven." You bargain, and he tilts his head as if he is considering the offer.

It is right as you are considering just how puppy-like he looks that he hands you a stack of clothes.

"You can change in here," Seungmin says, and then like the gentleman he is, he walks out the door and closes it behind you.

It's strangely humbling to be in this position—in his room, with only a towel wrapped around you, as he walks out and leaves you alone without so much as a spare glance.

It's equally humbling just how hot his indifference is. Instead of making you want to back off, Seungmin's reaction only makes you want to see just how far you can push him...

To distract yourself from your horny thoughts, you unfold the clothes he has given you and take the opportunity to look around his room.

Despite how long you've been friends with Hyunjin—despite how much time you've spent in this apartment over the past two years, this is the first time you are seeing the inside of Seungmin's bedroom.

Somehow, it looks exactly how you imagined it would. Clean gray linen sheets line his simple bed, which takes up most of the center of the room. Two bookshelves stand flush against the wall, stacked with a plethora of books. His desk is a picture of perfection—white and spotless and so Seungmin, much like the rest of the room.

In a word, it is pristine. Clean. Polished. The mirror of absolute control.

You can't help but wonder if he is this controlled in every aspect of his life. If he was under you, would he still exhibit that perfect restraint? Or would you be enough for him to snap?

The thought is so electrifying that you dress in a record time, slipping out of his room before you have the chance to do something you might regret.

Even the clothes, you notice, are so him. The navy blue shirt is simple yet perfectly pressed, as if he has just bought it, and the gray sweatpants he has given you are the carbon copy of the ones he had been wearing earlier today.

"Thanks again for the clothes," you say as you walk back into the living room.

Seungmin is sitting on the couch exactly where he had been when you first came out of the bathroom.

When he looks up at you this time, however, his gaze seems to linger on you. Under his scrutiny, a flush of heat creeps up your spine and your mind blanks.

If you were a little bit more lucid, you would have registered how absolutely insane it is that one single look from him is enough to turn you on. Instead, all you can focus on is how enticing his calculating stare is.

"Your shirt is on backwards," he says then, and you flush once more—this time in embarrassment.

"What—" You begin, looking down in panic. "Oh. Haha, really funny Kim Seungmin."

Your shirt is, in fact, not on backwards. The smirk stretched across his face when you look back up tells you that Seungmin definitely knew that.

You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him when he looks so good, so instead of yelling at him the way you would have it if it had been anyone else (ahem, Hwang Hyunjin), you opt to take a seat next to him instead.

For your own mental sanity, you maintain at least a few inches of distance between you, even as you pull your legs onto the cushions and burrow your way deeper into the sofa.

"Do you want to watch something?" Seungmin asks.

"Sure," you nod. "Anything good on?"

You don't actually care what you watch—he could put on anything for all you cared. Knowing you, you were going to spend the entire time trying not to focus on him anyways.

He says something about some new reality show and you agree immediately. Before you know it, the two of you are three episodes deep and somehow, equally invested in the messy relationships.

It's right as the tension of the episode reaches the peak that the lock of the front door turns.

"Hey guys!" Changbin strolls in, a grin on his face and a takeout bag in his hands.

Seungmin barely nods in acknowledgement. You, on the other hand, leap up from the couch immediately when Hyunjin and his stupid face come into view.

"You."

"Yes?" He responds, unaffected by the way you are glaring at him.

"I'm going to kill you," your murderous gaze narrows.

"Hey now," Jisung interrupts, popping up from behind Hyunjin. "That's not very nice—"

"Nobody asked you," you turn your glare on him, effectively shutting him up.

Changbin plops down on the couch next to Seungmin, offering the takeout bag to him. Jisung, afraid of your rampage, scurries after him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen.

"Where the fuck did you put my clothes, asshole?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs at you.

In the background, the hum of the TV is loud enough to drown out Changbin's voice.

"Really?"

Hyunjin raises a brow at you, giving you a once over. "Well, you seem to have found clothes somewhere. I don't see what the big deal is."

You gasp.

"Hwang Hyunjin, did you do this on purpose?"

"...I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes," you say, noticing the red tinge to his ears. "You do!"

"Okay, fine!" He bursts. "You and Seungmin have been so irritating, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sue me!"

You are silent for a moment.

"And how exactly does stealing my fucking clothes equate to taking matters into your own hands?"

"Oh, I don't know," he says sarcastically. "How does leaving you, naked, alone with Seungmin factor into my plan to make you seduce him?"

You gape at Hyunjin.

"Literally what the fuck goes on inside your head?"

He glares at you. "I can't believe I set up the perfect scenario for you guys and you still managed to fumble the bag! What do I have to do, fuck Seungmin for you too?"

"Not fair," you pout. "At least let me fuck him first."

"What—?" Hyunjin chokes. "That's like, exactly what I'm trying to make you do!"

You roll your eyes. "Okay, yeah, but again, Seungmin is not into me."

"I don't understand," Hyunjin complains. "Nothing happened when we were gone? Like, for real?"

You think about how Seungmin didn't even spare you a second glance when you came out in nothing but a towel, how he barely even looked at you when he led you into his room.

"No," you roll your eyes. "Because, guess what? He's not into me!"

"But—"

"Which," you continue. "By the way, brings me back to my first point. Where the fuck did you put my clothes?"

"They're in the bathroom cupboard," he sighs finally.

You stare. "I literally could kill you right now."

"I don't understand, though..." He mutters to himself, still confused even when you turn to head back into the living room.

When you look up, you find that Seungmin's gaze is focused on you and Hyunjin, staring intently even as Changbin continues to talk to him.

And you swear—when his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze without flinching, your heart skips a little.

Only a little.

The next time you see Seungmin is a week later when Hyunjin tells you that clubbing is on the agenda for the night.

Enough time has passed that you are (mostly) no longer pissed at him for stealing your clothes and ditching you to get food, and so you agree without a second thought.

After all, any situation in which Kim Seungmin and alcohol are involved sounds like the situation for you.

When you arrive, you are greeted with a shot at the door (courtesy of Changbin) and a sloppy kiss to the forehead (courtesy of Jisung.) It is only the pregame and yet both of them are absolutely sloshed. The strobe lights have been pulled out of the closet and the music playing inside is so loud you could hear it down the hall when you were coming up.

"Oh, thank god," are the first words Hyunjin says to you when he finds you in the kitchen.

"Nice to see you too."

"Shut up," he waves you off. "That dress is, like, the only thing you've done right recently."

Your fingers automatically go to the hem of your short black dress. When you picked it out of your closet, you did think it was particularly cute, but something about the way he says that makes you worried.

"...What do you mean?"

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Black is Seungmin's favorite color. Maybe he'll finally get the hint tonight."

You stare at him.

"I'm so glad to have a friend like you."

"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaims.

"If I ever feel delusional," you continue, patting him on the cheek. "All I have to do is look at you and then I remember there are people much worse off."

He gasps. "I'm not delusional!"

You reach out and grab Felix's arm right as he is passing by.

"Felix," you ask, "do you think Hyunjin is delusional?"

He looks at you, then Hyunjin, then back to you.

"Oh, most definitely."

"Traitor!" Hyunjin screeches as you let go of Felix and he walks away."

"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "What does one have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Did you say drink?"

As if summoned by your words, Seungmin appears behind you, holding a red solo cup in his hands. He offers it to you without a word, and both your heart and your pussy throb at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

The visceral effect of his presence is only exacerbated by how fucking hot he looks—simple jeans and black t-shirt are somehow already a deadly combo on him, but today his hair is up and the unfiltered view of his forehead has your thighs clenching.

"Thanks," you say breathlessly.

Hyunjin looks at you in half-awe, half-disgust, as if he knows how such a simple action has you all hot and bothered. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but when you look down at the cup and see the pink liquid inside, you swear, you swoon.

Of course Seungmin had to be sexy and sweet by remembering your favorite drink.

"No problem," Seungmin responds. "Couldn't leave you without a drink if you plan on spending the night around Hyunjin."

"Good call," you nod seriously.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin pouts.

Seungmin shrugs his shoulders right as you say, "that you're fucking annoying."

"You guys always gang up on me," he sniffs. "You know what, I'm going to go somewhere where I'm actually appreciated."

He turns over his shoulder dramatically, glaring at the two of you as he goes, but the sly wink he throws at you right before storming off tells you all that you need to know.

"Glad to see that you haven't lost any more clothes recently," Seungmin says, his eyes trained on your black dress as he says it.

He leans against the counter behind him, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips. He looks so good right now that its hard to think—would he look this composed, this assured, while fucking you? Or maybe—

You take a quick sip of your drink to distract yourself.

"Who says I haven't?" You say over the rim of your cup after you swallow.

"Oh?"

You shrug even as our heart beats a mile a minute.

"I don't kiss and tell," you say.

For a moment, Seungmin doesn't do anything except watch you, his gaze piercing from under his eyelashes. The attention alone is enough to send tingles down your spine.

And then, he smiles.

"We'll see about that," he says.

You choke on your drink. "W-What?!"

Seungmin raises a brow. "I just meant that if you've lost any more clothing around here, I'm sure it will show up eventually."

Your face flushes.

"C'mon, losers!" Jisung hollers from the living room, saving you from having to come up with a response to that.

"The Uber's coming in five, we're doing shots before it gets here!"

You groan, the cup in your hands still heavy. "But I already—"

"Chug it!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, pausing for a moment, but nonetheless do what he says. The sound of Seungmin's laughter accompanies the sharp sting of alcohol in your throat as it burns your throat.

Needless to say that by the time your group actually makes it down to the Uber, the liquor coursing through your veins has started to take effect.

That is probably why you don't notice the current dilemma facing you and your friends until it is too late.

"There's only four seats," you vaguely hear Hyunjin say.

"Someone's gonna have to sit on someone's lap," Changbin agrees.

Jisung, far more drunk than you, wiggles his eyebrows.

"All you had to do was ask," he grins, even as Changbin shove shim away.

The night is dark and cold, but you hardly feel it as you stare cluelessly out onto the lamplit street.

"What about the other Uber?" You ask, thinking about where Chan and the rest of your friends had disappeared to.

"Already left," Seungmin says.

A sneaky smile flashes across Jisung's face.

"Well ,you guys have fun figuring this out," he says gleefully as he climbs into the passenger seat before anyone can stop him.

Changbin sighs. "Well, I guess there's no choice. Hyunjin can sit on my lap."

Hyunjin scoffs, his face twisting as he opens the door to the backseat and shoves Changbin in. "As if!"

Changbin grumbles as he goes, but eventually concedes. Hyunjin follows suit, taking the middle seat.

Which leaves you and Seungmin as the only ones outside the car.

You reach for the door, about to climb in after Hyunjin, when it hits you—you, Seungmin, and only one available seat.

Fuck.

"Uhhh—" You begin, your eyes wide. "I—I can just—"

"You can sit on my lap," Seungmin interrupts.

Your jaw drops. "What?!"

"Unless you want me to sit on your lap?"

The look he gives you is half-teasing, half-reassuring. You bite your lip, considering your options. It isn't fair how he makes such a difficult choice sound so easy.

Eventually, though, you have no choice but to agree. Still, even when he gets into the car, you hesitate.

"Hurry up!" Hyunjin gripes from inside.

"Fine..." You mutter.

Your face blazes as you carefully climb in, barely breathing as you take a seat on the edge of Seungmin's lap.

The heat of his body sends you into overdrive and you barely notice when he pulls the door closed behind you. Blood thrums through your ears, loud enough to drown out the soft melody of whatever song is playing.

"A-Are you sure this is okay?" You crane your neck to look at him.

Seungmin huffs out a laugh.

"Yes. You can sit comfortably, I won't bite."

Even if he did, that wouldn't be a problem for you. Then again, nothing he could do would be a problem for you...

The car eases into drive and you scoot back a little in an effort to relax. You are still gingerly perched on the edge of his lap, however, no matter how hard you try.

Eventually, Seungmin just sighs and wraps his arm around your abdomen, pulling you so that your back is flush with his chest.

"Better, right?" His breath tickles your neck, and you swear, your heart stops beating.

"What's wrong?" He asks innocently, as if he has notices the visceral reaction.

"N-Nothing!" You squeak.

To your right, Hyunjin and Changbin have started bickering. In the front, Jisung has struck up a conversation with the driver about God knows what.

Even though you are surrounded by your friends, it feels as if you are caught in a bubble, just you and Seungmin. It is strangely intimate, and the thought only sends a food of heat through your core.

The drive is ten minutes at most, and yet it feels like a lifetime—both excruciating and delicious as you squirm on Seungmin's lap.

The issue isn't that you aren't enjoying this. On the contrary, the issue is that you are probably enjoying this a bit too much. All you want to do is turn around kiss Seungmin senseless, to beg him to have his way with you. But—despite how much Hyunjin might claim it to be true—there is no way that Seungmin is into you like that.

Even now, the arm wrapped around your waist remains respectful, barely touching you. He doesn't seem flustered the slightest by your proximity... Not the way you do.

The alcohol running through your veins does nothing to help your overthinking or your horniness. It is a weight off your shoulders (and Seungmin's lap) when you finally arrive at the club.

"Woah—" Seungmin starts when you almost fall onto the pavement in your haste to get off of his lap. "Are you okay?"

"Yup!" Your face is ablaze once more, this time with embarrassment.

It is only by sheer luck that the other guys arrived earlier than you and are almost at the front of the line to get into the club. You almost cry when you see Chan—because it means less time waiting outside in the cold, and it means more distance between you and Seungmin before you accidentally do something bad, like try to jump his bones.

"Shot?" You ask Chan when you finally make it through the doors.

"Uh..." He looks around, but the rest of the guys have already branched off through the strobe-lit club, leaving the two of you alone.

"Yeah, sure."

"Great!" You grin, wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him towards the bar.

The bass of some awful EDM song thrums straight through your chest, practically shaking the walls as Chan orders from the bartender. You are too busy looking around to pay attention to what he asks for—you have never been to this club before, and everything is new.

The walls are a melting mural of neon colors, a balcony overlooks the dance floor a few feet away, and there is even a clear slide that snakes through the club.

On the opposite side of the room, across a sea of people, you spot Seungmin and Hyunjin. They are on the outskirts of the crowd, drinks already in their hands, and your heart leaps into your throat.

Even from so far away, Seungmin looks good. Great, even. Yummy might be the right word to describe it, actually...

"So..." Chan interrupts you from your daydreams, handing you a cup.

Your eyes light up and you down the shot in one go. The burn is barely there, masked by the smooth, buttery taste of butterscotch.

"You and Seungmin, huh?"

"What?"

Chan frowns. "Isn't there something going on there?"

"Uh..." You narrow your eyes. "Did Hyunjin say something to you?"

"No? You both just spend so much time staring at each other, so I assumed..."

"Stoooop," you pout. "Don't say things like that. You're going to get my hopes up."

"Say things like what?" Chan asks cluelessly.

You are half-tempted to order another drink, but the edges of your vision have already begun to blur, and you know it probably isn't the best idea.

"Chan," you sigh. "I'm already delusional enough. Why does everyone keep trying to convince me that Seungmin is into me?"

"...Because he is?"

To his credit, Chan doesn't sound half as annoying as Hyunjin when he says it.

"Stop it," you frown.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says immediately. "We can, um, like, dance or something?"

You nod. "Yup. Dancing! I love dancing."

In truth, you don't care much about dancing, but this is a club and you are just drunk enough that your limbs feel weightless, and you have the strange feeling that you might be able to float if you tried hard enough.

Chan is skeptical as he follows you onto the dance floor, but he remains silent nonetheless. The heat of the crowd is electrifying, and coupled with the drunken haze you have slipped in, you feel invincible.

You roll your hips in time with the music, laughing carelessly as people jostle you from all sides. Chan looks worried as you grab his hand.

"C'mon, let loose a little!"

"I don't—" He begins, but the rest of his words are drowned out when the music picks up, blasting even louder through the speakers.

And yet, even as you try your hardest to stop thinking about Seungmin, he remains at the forefront of your mind. Despite your best efforts, you find your gaze drawn towards his corner of the club.

Only—this time when you look at him, you find Seungmin staring back. His dark gaze is piercing even at such a distance and your breath catches in your throat. Even when he realizes you are looking, too, he doesn't look away.

Slowly, he takes a sip of his drink. When he pulls the cup away, the edge of his lips are curved up. you aren't sure why, but such a simple action sends a thrill down your spine.

Your eyes remain on Seungmin as you continue to dance, distracted by the promising look in his eyes. They remain on Seungmin even when someone approaches you, a flirty smile on his face.

"Hey," the guy grins.

"Hi," you say, dragging your gaze away from Seungmin after a long moment.

The guy in front of you is tall and—if you weren't so deeply obsessed with another man (Kim Seungmin)—you would probably think he was cute, too.

"D'you want to dance?" He asks.

"Already am," you giggle.

"I know," he says bashfully. "Just thought it might be more fun if you were doing it with me."

You shrug, a wide smile still across your face. He takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can see the light smattering of freckles across his nose. Emboldened, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. Any distraction from Seungmin is a welcome distraction, and, well, at least this one seems fun.

The guy takes the opportunity to place his hands on your hip, just low enough to be flirty but not low enough to be indecent.

The crowd surges and he stumbles forward, his lithe body pressing against yours.

"So," he asks in your ear. "D'you come here often?"

You laugh, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.

"Not like that! Just—I haven't seen you here before, is all."

"It's my first time."

The music changes tempo, slowing down to a sultry electro-beat.

"Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," he says. "What's your name?"

"Hmm..."

Instead of answering, you unwrap your arms and take his hands into yours, turning around so that you don't have to look at his face. You then take his hands and place them back on your hips.

"Thought you wanted to dance, not talk," you tease.

"Touché," he leans in. His breath is warm as it ghosts your neck, and the familiar sensation brings you back to the car earlier. Thoughts of Seungmin, and his lap, and you on his lap, and him under you, blossom in your mind. Your chest grows uncomfortably warm and against your will, your eyes trail to where he had been standing before.

Your heart stutters when you find him still watching you.

His expression is blank, a puzzling inscrutable look that sends your mind spiraling, and yet his eyes remain on you.

You are astutely aware of the distance between the two of you, even as the blood thrumming through your ears dulls your senses. The only thing you are aware of is his stony gaze. You hardly even notice when the guy behind you asks if something is wrong.

"Sorry..." you say distractedly. "I think I'm, um, going to go to the bathroom..."

"Oh, yeah, of course—"

You don't wait for an answer before disappearing into the crowd. It baffles you how you can feel Seungmin's gaze follow you even now.

Your horny thoughts and confused feelings swim through your head, a nasty cocktail of anxiety that is amplified by the alcohol. A bathroom break is exactly what you need—oh, how you wish tonight was a girl's night instead. They would know what to do in this situation, but alas, your only point of reference is Hyunjin...

Yeah, you would rather fend for yourself at that point.

The corridor leading to the bathroom snakes around the back of the club and is considerably more quiet than out in the main room. The muffled bass matches the padding of your footsteps as you continue down the hall.

You stumble slightly when you turn the corner, bumping into a firm, warm body.

"Oh—" You let out when large hands reach out to steady you.

"Sorry about..." the words die on your lips when you look up to find Seungmin staring down at you.

The same expressionless look is still on his face, but up close, you can see his eyes more clearly—how dark they are, piercing, but something more too.

"Y/N," the curve of your name on his lips sends a shock through your system.

"Seungmin," you breathe.

"You okay?" He asks gently.

"Hmm?"

"That guy," he clarifies. "Was he bothering you?"

Seungmin's face remains impassive as he asks, but the way he chews on his bottom lip catches your attention. It seems almost as if he is on edge about something... But what?

"Who?" you ask, momentarily stunned. "Oh! No, he wasn't bothering me."

Seungmin nods once, releasing his lip from where it was snagged between his teeth. Almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax.

"Okay, that's good."

"Seungmin..." You narrow your eyes. "Were you worried about me?"

His lips purse into a thin line. A moment elapses where he remains silent, and an elated gasp bursts from your lips.

"Oh my god, you were!"

"Didn't know it's surprising that I care about the safety of one of my friends..."

"Nooo, it's sweet that you care!" You coo. "But we were just dancing!"

"I wouldn't call that just dancing," Seungmin mutters.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You pout.

He just shrugs, not responding.

If you didn't know better, you would say that Seungmin is jealous. But of what? Your head spins and all you can think is how good he looks like this—mildly annoyed, dressed to impress, towering over you. And his hands are still on your waist, which really isn't helping your current situation.

"Seungmin..." You begin. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I have a question for you."

"Everything you say sounds crazy."

"...I'm going to ignore that."

He bites back a smile.

"Do you..." You hesitate. "Are you—or, well, would you say that you—y'know, are interested in me?"

"What?"

"It's just that Hyunjin has been telling me for ages that you like me," you blabber. "At least, that you like me the way that I like you, but that's not possible right? I'm probably just making things up in my head—"

"I do," Seungmin interrupts.

"See, that's what I—wait, what?"

"I do like you," he says.

Your jaw drops. "Like... as a friend?"

"As more."

He says it so casually you think you have misheard him.

"B-But—you've never shown any interest in me!"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes I have. It's not my fault you're so oblivious."

"No I'm not."

"You were eye-fucking me from across the room all night and I was reciprocating," Seungmin says.

"Don't be mean!" You squeal.

His eyes are bright as he takes a step towards you.

"You love it," he murmurs.

Your face warms and you take a step back, the feeling of the cool wall behind you soothing the heat flowing through your body.

"You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"

"I've been dropping hints for literally months," he laughs.

"Seungmin..." You breath. "Can I ask you another question?"

He raises a brow.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't know," he teases, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can you?"

"You're so annoying," you gripe, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Now who's not being nice?"

He leans down, his breath fanning over your face. Your heart thrums loudly in your chest, and in the background the music from the dance floor changes again right as you lean up and press your lips against Seungmin's.

The kiss is wet and hot as you move your mouth against his, savoring the feel of his plush lips under yours. He tastes of vodka and mint, a strange combination that has you pressing further into him. You lick a strip against the seam of his lips in hopes of deepening the kiss, but Seungmin teases you, pulling back so that your lips are barely touching.

A breathy whine escapes you as you chase his lips. His hands on your hips tighten, holding you in place.

"Min," you pout, your mouth only centimeters from his.

"So needy," he says.

You nod your head eagerly, and Seungmin seems satisfied by your easy admission.

His teeth snag on your bottom lip as he kisses you again, sucking against it in way that feels so delicious you can't stop the moan that bubbles up inside you. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, moving so perfectly against yours that your legs shake.

Seungmin's grip on you is the only thing keeping you upright as he crowds you against the wall, kissing you methodically in a way that has you thinking he has perfected the art of kissing. His hips rut slightly against you, the outline of his hard length pressing deliciously against your stomach.

His mouth works its way from your mouth down the column of your neck, and you pant as he licks and bites at your skin. Your legs rub together, your underwear uncomfortably wet.

"Hey, there you are, I've been—" a voice interrupts. Seungmin's mouth pulls away from your skin.

You open your half-lidded eyes just in time to see Chan rounding the corner. He freezes in his path when he sees the way the two of you are wrapped around each other, his face paling.

"Um..." you begin.

"I didn't see anything," Chan says, lifting his hand to shield his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"

"We were just making out," Seungmin rolls his eyes, his grip bruising on your hips. "No need to be so dramatic."

"Well," Chan clears his throat. "Um, carry on. I'm—leaving."

"Yes, please do."

"Seungmin!" You hiss.

He just shrugs, not even bothering to look ashamed. He remains pressed against you even after Chan practically sprints down the hall, taking a moment to look at you while considering what to do next.

When he finally pulls away, though, Seungmin looks as composed as ever. The only indication that he had been seconds away from making you come untouched a few feet away from the club bathroom are his swollen lips and his blown out pupils. It sends a shot of arousal through your core when he grabs your hand and says simply, “let’s go.”

“What?” You ask, the haze of lust over you clouding your senses.

He raises a brow. “Are you into exhibitionism?”

“…No?” You respond, confused.

“Then let’s go,” he tugs. “Because I’m five seconds away fucking you right here for everyone to see.”

“Oh,” you breath, your thighs clenching.

“Unless you don’t want that,” he says, completely serious. 

“N-No,” you shake your head. “I want it!”

His mouth lifts in a wicked smirk. “Desperate, are we?”

You hardly notice as he leads you away from the bathroom and out of the club, nor when he orders the Uber back. Your mind is too clouded by the thoughts of Seungmin fucking you and, more pressingly, the way his thumb rubs soothingly over the back of your hand as the two of you wait outside.

It has your heart swelling and makes you want to get down on your knees and show how much you appreciate him. Instead, you decide to exercise self control and instead stare longingly at him with a pout on your face.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“Really?”

You nod, the cool night breeze nipping at your arms.

“I don’t believe you,” he tells you.

Seungmin’s eyes are dark as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, baby?”

Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes are wide when he pulls away, an innocent smile on his face.

“Maybe if you beg, I’ll give it to you. Maybe.”

You are saved from responding by the car that pulls up to the curb. Seungmin, like the perfect gentleman, opens the door for you and lets you slide into the car first. Dumbstruck by his words, you stare blankly at him, before finally noticing that the Uber is here.

The entire drive back, Seungmin doesn’t touch you once. He barely even looks at you, in fact. Your underwear is drenched, you can see the outline of his dick through his pants, and yet he pretends like the two of you are nothing more than friends, even as you squirm impatiently next to him.

It’s humiliating how much his indifference turns you on. Seungmin is already edging you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on you.

Even as you ride the elevator up to his apartment, he remains two feet away from you. The silence is suffocating and heady at the same time. 

Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as Seungmin opens the apartment door. He is unhurried, languid even as he slides his shoes off of his feet and places his keys on the counter.

The thrill of knowing he is most definitely going to fuck you senseless tonight, even as he does something as mundane as washing his hands, is almost too much for you to handle. Almost. You feel on the precipice of bursting, of falling to your knees and begging for him.

“Do you want something to drink?” Seungmin asks as you perch on one of the barstools.

You shake your head and then watch as he pours you a glass of water and hands it to you anyways.

His eyes watch you expectantly and you drink it without a word. The water is refreshing after the club, and you find yourself feeling much more sober after the drive back.

“So,” he says, still standing on the opposite side of the counter as you. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Apologize…?” You ask, confused.

“For being such an attention whore earlier.”

Your lips part in astonishment, and yet you can’t help the rush of heat that floods your core.

“I-I wasn’t—”

He raises a brow, and you fall silent immediately. 

“I guess you just can’t help it,” Seungmin says. 

He steps out from behind the counter, holding his hand out for yours. 

“We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

You stare at his hand for only a second before placing yours into it. 

“Are you…” Seungmin begins. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I do,” you say shyly. He looks at you for a long moment before sighing, leading you out of the kitchen.

“Green is for if you’re doing okay,” he says as he pulls you into the bedroom, “and red if you need me to stop. If it gets too much, just say the word. Okay?” 

You nod when he sits down on the bed, perfectly made, and he shakes his head.

“Use your words. I know you can.”

“Yes,” you breathe, standing in the space between his thighs. 

“Good,” he says. “But it’s not going to be too much, is it?”

You shake your head shyly.

“You still haven’t apologized,” Seungmin says, placing one hand on your hips.

“F-For what?”

“For that stunt back at the club, hmm?” He asks, the other hand still entwined with yours. 

“What was that? You like me,” he mocks, “but you were ready to fuck anybody who gave you a chance, huh? Are you that easy?”

“No,” you shake your head, a pout on your lips. 

“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re such a slut, I bet you would do this f0r anyone else.”

“Would not,” you insist, eyes wide as you look down at him. “Only for you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!” You insist. “Only you.”

“Hmm,” he clicks his tongue. “Prove it.”

His gaze is calculating and cold as he looks at you, and it makes your mind hazy.

“Prove this cock is the only one you want. And you better make it believable.”

He takes his hands off of you and places them on the bed beside him. His words have you sinking to the floor slowly, falling to your knees.

Your hands drift up to his pants, hovering over the zipper. Wordlessly, your eyes look up to him for permission, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you.

After a moment of hesitation, you slowly drag the zipper of his jeans downwards. One of your hands drifts to palm over the bulge in his pants. You consider your method of action before finally deciding to reach into his boxers. 

It is awkward, pulling his dick out while he just sits there and watches you, but there is something enticing about the humiliation of it. You can feel yourself growing more wet, and your mouth waters when you take your first look at him. He is long and hard and pretty, and your breath catches in your throat.

Curiously, one hand holds him by the base while the other swipes an exploratory thumb over the head. You look up to see Seungmin with the same expression, almost bored. 

Still, he doesn’t say anything as you continue to get a feel for him.

He is so warm and firm in your hands, and you are having so much fun with your light touches—but you have something to prove. You give him one more pump before leaning down and spitting. 

The spit dribbles out of your mouth and onto him as you look up again, making eye contact with Seungmin. Then, still looking at him, you place a small peck on the head of his cock. The salty taste of his precum invades your sense and sends your mind haywire. Emboldened, you wrap your lips around him, suckling the head lightly before taking him as far as you can into your mouth.

He is so long that you can’t fit him all, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, and your hands reach up to wrap around the rest of him. The only indication that he feels anything is his dark pupils, but it is enough to motivate you to continue. 

Ignoring the burn in your throat, you bob your head on his length, building up a steady pace with your hands and your mouth. The room is silent except for the lewd sounds you make, sucking and squelching as you work. The noises are so erotic they send heat flushing through you, and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure. 

The silence is interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. You pull mostly off of his dick, swirling your tongue around the head. Seungmin reaches for his phone and you release him with a pop.

The phone continues to buzz, and he turns his gaze down on you.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Your face flushes and then his cock is in your mouth again. Your eyes look up at him, but instead of saying anything more, Seungmin swipes right on the call and lifts his phone to his ear. 

“Hello?”

You freeze. On the other end of the line, music blares and the fuzzy sound of someone talking reaches your ears. 

Seungmin keeps the phone against his ear with one hand while he reaches the other down, placing it on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully further down his cock. The sudden movement has you gagging, a choked noise coming from the back of your throat.

“Calm down,” Seungmin sighs. “I already left.”

You inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain still. Seungmin, of course, has a different idea, and pulls you off for a moment so you can catch your breath, before pushing you down his cock once again.

“Yes, Hyunjin,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who left me for some girl, remember?”

Your eyes water as you choke on his length, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in your mouth.

“Y/N?” Seungmin says then, looking down at you. “Yeah, I took her home with me.”

You whimper around him, gaze blurry as you look into his eyes.

Another moment passes before he eases you off of him again.

“Okay, bye Hyunjin,” Seungmin says. He ends the call and then tosses his phone away.

His attention turns downwards to you, readjusting his grip on your head. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers, and then he yanks so that you are looking up at him.

“You couldn’t even do that right, huh?” Seungmin asks. “I thought I asked you prove that you want this cock.”

“I do,” you whine. “Please.”

Instead of responding, Seungmin positions you so that your mouth is once again over his dick. His grip on your hair is tight enough to sting, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to make a heady concoction of horniness. 

Then, he pushes you down. He inhales sharply when your gagging around his cock turns into a drawn out moan, and then pulls you up. His dick twitches in your mouth when you tongue at the slit on the head, and he pushes you down once again.

Seungmin builds a torturous and steady pace, fucking himself with your mouth as you gag and moan around him. The way he uses you is so sexy that you can’t help but sneak one hand downwards towards your soaked center. 

Your dress has bunched up on your waist, which makes it easier for you to slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. You rub your clit at the same pace he fucks your mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout your body.

It is only when your moans slowly devolve into whines that he notices.

He pulls you off, his hand leaving the back of your head to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly tender gesture. 

“What are you doing?” Seungmin asks softly, cupping your jaw.

Your hand stills.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“N-No, but—”

“Up,” he offers you his hand. On shaky knees, you rise to your feet.

“Clothes off,” he demands, sneaking one finger beneath the band of your underwear and pulling it back so it snaps against your skin.

Your face blazes when he stares at you expectantly. Slowly, your hand reaches up to push the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You shimmy it down your waist, letting it fall into a heap on the floor and leaving you in just your underwear.

Your fingers trail down to the waistband, but you hesitate, feeling shy under his gaze.

“Color?”

“Green,” you tell him, and then take your panties off too.

Seungmin nods in approval as his eyes darken, but his gaze remains firmly trained on your face. It is almost as if he is punishing you and himself by refusing to look at your body.

“Come here,” he motion. Obediently, you pad over to him.

His hands rise to your hips, pulling you down onto his lap. A yelp leaves your lips as he pushes your core over his right thigh, your feet folding under you onto the bed.

“Since you’re so desperate to get off that you can’t even wait for me,” he says, one finger tipping your chin upwards so that your eyes are level with his. “Get off like this.”

You whimper, squirming under his gaze and he raises an eyebrow.

“Ride my thigh, and maybe we’ll see if you deserve to come.”

As if to prove a point, his hands on your hips pull you closer to him, and the delicious drag of your clit against his thigh has your mouth parting with a breathy moan.

Of their own accord, your hands rise to grip his shoulders. Your fingertips press into the divot of his collarbone as you roll your hips slowly against his thigh. His dick, hard and wet from your mouth, is pressed against his shirt by the waistband of his pants. It doesn’t escape you that he is fully dressed while you are completely naked.

The creases of his pant leg create a delicious friction that has you whimpering as you begin to move your hips faster, using your hold on his shoulders as leverage to press your cunt against him. You are so wet—have been since he first kissed you in the club, especially when you had your mouth on him—and you can feel your slick accumulating below you.

You’re too embarrassed to look down but you know, undeniably, that there must be a dark, wet spot on his pants. At some point, the thought of embarrassment fades away as the pleasure begins to build, a slow cresting wave inside the pit of your stomach. 

You roll your hips against him faster, sloppier, and you bit your lip to stifle the loud whines leaving your mouth.

“Look at you,” Seungmin murmurs. “Making such a mess on my pants. So desperate, hmm?”

“Mhm,” you moan in affirmation.

His arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against his and your hands go from his shoulders to loop around his neck as you bury your face into his neck.

“Feels good?” He asks mockingly.

You nod without lifting your face.

“I’m not even doing anything and you’re already so fucked out,” he sighs. “Could you come like this?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “yes, please.”

His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and pulls you back, forcing your face right in front of his.

“You’re going to come without me?” He pouts. 

“Please…” Your eyes glaze over, the precipice of your orgasm so close that you can taste it. Every nerve is on fire, your cunt clenching on nothing. 

“I’ll let you choose,” he says. “Come now and we can wash up after. Or hold it, and I’ll fuck you the way you need it.”

“Min,” you whine.

“Choose,” Seungmin breathes, his hands taking over for you as he grinds you down against his thigh. “Or I’ll choose for you.”

“Ngh,” you choke. “T-The… oh, the… The second one!”

He smiles at your answer. And then, instead of pulling you off his lap like you think he is going to, he begins to move your hips faster, pressing his thigh upwards to provide even more pressure to your clit.

“Seung—” you start, a loud moan escaping your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure excruciating, and your orgasm hurdles even closer than before. Your moan devolves into a high pitched whine.

“N-No,” you whimper. “I’m going to—g-going to, mmmph.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and Seungmin laughs in your ears.

“You’re going to come?” He says. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”

“I do,” you whine pathetically. “Please, don’t—”

“It’s your choice, remember? If you don’t want to come, then hold it.”

You shake your head. “I c-can’t.”

Your thighs clench, your climax building inside of you.

“Hold it.”

Your breath comes out in pants, and you try to think of the unsexiest thing you can, you try to ignore the solid feeling of his thigh underneath you—you try your hardest to not come.

Seungmin continues to move you against him, but his pace slows down until he is barely dragging your messy cunt over his thigh.

Eventually, he stops completely, watching as you quake in his lap.

“Good girl,” he coos, and he sounds both condescending and comforting. A hand lifts to cup your face, running a thumb soothingly over your face.

You can hardly focus on anything more than his touch, still quaking from the after effects of your almost orgasm. Your mind is blank, a resolute desperation worming its way into your heart as Seungmin lifts you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed. 

You watch through glassy eyes as he pulls his shirt off in one motion before his hands go to the waistband of his pants. 

“You did so good for me,” Seungmin praises. “So obedient, hmm? Didn’t know you could do that. I guess a little desperation works wonders.”

You moan at his words, watching as he pulls his pants and boxers off, leaving him just as naked as you. He produces a condom, unwrapping it in a record time, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him slowly roll it onto his hard length.

Your mouth waters again at the sight of it. He felt so big and full in your mouth, so you can’t help but wonder how he will feel inside your cunt. A gush of wetness floods you, and your pussy throbs at the thought of it.

It’s painful, how slowly he moves as he situates himself in between your legs. You push yourself up further and use your hands to pull your legs apart, watching as his dick gets closer and closer to where you want him the most. 

He holds himself by the base, and then in one fluid motion, pushes himself all the way into you.

A long moan escapes your lips at the sudden fullness and you collapse flat onto your back, the pure bliss of how hot and big he is inside of you taking over every sense. 

“So tight,” Seungmin grunts, bottoming out. 

You nod your head quickly, not really processing what he says.

He pulls out completely, before pushing into you again. This time, it feels even better than the first as the ridges of his cock slide against your walls. You moan again, this time louder. 

“Feel good?” He asks, building a slow and torturous pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head.

“S-Soooo good,” you whine.

Seungmin’s movements are sharp and controlled, rolling into you with precise depth and force. It is like he knows what you need before you even say it, the head of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside of you.

His thrust speed up and a string of whimpers, each louder than the previous, fall out of your mouth. The orgasm you had been denied of begins to bubble up inside of you again, this time somehow warmer and more consuming than before. It feels like liquid fire as it burns through your veins, mounting higher and higher still.

You have no control over the noises escaping your lips, a combination of loud whines and moans as Seungmin continues to fuck you so good you see stars behind your eyelids.

He’s quiet as he fucks you, but the few pants and moans that slip out as he rolls his hips against you are the hottest things you have ever heard. He sounds so pretty as he fucks you, and the image of his furrowed brow, his bitten lips, his sweaty hair—its enough to almost push you over the edge.

A particularly deep thrust has you moaning loudly, your mouth falling open.

“You’re so fucking loud,” Seungmin grunts, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Shut up.”

His words have the opposite of their desired effect as you whimper at the dark tone of his voice. At the noise, his eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.

“I said,” he pushes the thumb past your lips into your mouth. “Shut up.”

You nod, your lips wrapping obediently around his finger. 

Your tongue swipes over the pad of his thumb right as he resumes his deathly pace, breathing heavily through his nose. His face remains stubbornly blank except for the slight crease of his forehead.

Trying your hardest to keep your moans down, you suckle on his finger like you had his cock earlier, and he moans quietly at the feeling. The sound spurs you on, and you bite down lightly on it.

Seungmin pulls the thumb out of your mouth and moves his hand downwards, pressing unforgivingly against your clit. He doesn’t move it, only applying pressure and he continues to fuck you, but the feeling is enough to push you close to the edge.

“Close?” He asks.

You nod, unable to form the words as your lips part. Your eyes are glassy and your expression fucked out as your brain struggles to catch up with your body.

“Say it,” Seungmin hisses through his teeth and you whine.

“Aw, are you being fucked too dumb to speak?” He coos, and you nod again.

“Nope. Not good enough,” he tsks, pulling his finger away from you. “Beg me to come, or don’t come at all.”

“P-please!” You cry out finally, clenching down on him as he moves. 

“Hmm.”

“Please, Min, please. L-Let me come, oh—”

“Well,” he pants. “Since you asked so nicely."

Seungmin thrusts speed up, deeper and sloppier in the most delicious way, but what ends up pushing you over the edge is when he leans down and captures your lips with his, his tongue moving in a messy kiss against yours.

He swallows your whimpers as you come, fucking you deep through you orgasm as your cunt spasms around him, and then with one harsh grunt, he comes a moment later.

You collapse boneless on the bed, your legs still twitching as you come down from your orgasm, and Seungmin slumps over you, his sweaty body a comforting weight on your chest.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, still the endorphins lighting up even the very tips of your fingers.

“Are you okay?” 

Seungmin’s question is half-worried, an amusing juxtaposition to the way he was just fucking you.

“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m better than okay.”

He frowns at you, his bangs plastered over his forehead, and then he pushes himself off of you.

“Noooooo,” you moan. “Come back.”

“I will,” he says gently. “Just give me a moment.”

You lay there, cold and tired, as Seungmin disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and kneels at the foot of the bed, gently wiping you down.

“You—”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I didn’t do too much, did I?”

You push yourself up, a hand lifting to caress his jaw as he focuses on his task.

“Seungmin, I’m fine, really.”

“Really?”

“That was the best sex of my life, so yeah.”

He purses his lips. “…Okay.”

“And besides,” you say, pulling him up from the ground onto the bed besides you. “Do you think I suck dick like that for just anyone?"

“Well….” He trails off bashfully.

“The answer is no,” you giggle. “Now come here and cuddle me!”

He lets out an annoyed huff, but listens anyways, climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers over the two of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“By the way,” you begin. “If I haven’t said it already, I like you Seungmin. I really like you.”

A soft smile stretches across his lips. “I really like you.”

Seungmin presses a kiss against your hair. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in your ears and serves as the soundtrack playing as you fall asleep.

And the next morning, after Seungmin eats you out and then fucks you, when you come out of his room wearing nothing but his shirt, Hyunjin almost weeps.

"Finally!"

Chan would buy you a consent bracelet: if you're wearing it, your body is not your own.

which wrist you wear it on depends on what you're open to

left wrist means you're open to gentle free use

gentle free use is chan gently taking you against the shower wall

pushing your legs apart and eating you out first thing in the morning with slow lazy flicks of his tongue and his teeth softly scraping your clit

or fucking you with his tongue while his nose (lord that man and his beautiful fkn nose) gently nudges at your clit

whispering praises against your ear while he's fucking you

"such a good girl... I love using you just as much as you like being used"

pins you down and manhandles you... but lovingly

"That's it... take my cock, baby"

loves exploring your mouth with his tongue

loves sucking and softly biting your nipples

lazily sucks your nipples while you're on top

likes watching you suck his fingers while he's fucking you

likes feeling your hands on his biceps

heavy into slow and deep strokes

kisses all over your face while he's throttling you missionary

will snowball with you after he cums in your mouth

obsessed with eye contact

will throttle you into the mattress

so vocal

will definitely get pussy drunk and overstimulate you while he's eating your cunt greedily

will also overstimulate himself while he's pounding you until he's whining and trembling just as much as you are

right wrist means he can do his absolute worst

oh you're doing something in the kitchen? he's coming up behind you, shoving you down on the counter, and fucking you

likes that he can use you to destress

using you means fucking your throat until you're a mess of tears, spit, and cum

"fucking gag on it, bitch"

it could mean forcing himself into you before you're fully ready to receive him

means holding his hand over your mouth and nose while he's fucking you stupid

"Oh it's too much? Shut up, it isn't. Don't be a fucking crybaby over something you asked for"

loves gripping you by your throat

moves you roughly into the position he wants you in

pinches your nipples too hard

mocks you

"Oh don't push me away... fucking take it. Take my cock... oh it hurts?... Good."

loves slapping your face and spanking your ass

loves spitting on your lips and in your mouth

gets off on your tears

"Cry, little girl... yeah cry for me. you know I love seeing you fucked out and stupid for me... bet you don't even know what you're crying for at this point"

cums on your face

aftercare king

You try to string your arms around his neck but he laughs and lowers them to the bed. 

“Just meeting Changbin at the gym,” he says.  “Then I gotta run to work for a sec—”

You slap your hands on the covers and pout. 

“Work?” you ask miserably.  “But it’s Saturday.  You promised—”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby,” he says.  He holds your face in both his hands and swoops down to plant another kiss on your forehead.  He follows it up with a kiss on each cheek, then he nuzzles your nose with a goofy little giggle.  He is diabolical, knowing you are helpless to resist him being so silly.  You smile back.       

“Promise I’ll be fast,” he says.  He strokes his thumb over your cheek.  His dimples are deep with his smile, but his lifted eyebrow colours his gaze with suggestion.  “You’ll be good for me today, yeah?” he asks.  “Follow all my rules?”

He is still smiling, still speaking in a soft, pleasant voice, but you feel the shift in energy.  It wakes the rest of you with a flush of warmth.  You wet your lips and nod, looking at him with your most innocent, baby-girl eyes. 

“Yes, sir, daddy,” you say, leaning your cheek into his hand.  His thumb slips over your bottom lip and gives it a little touch.  “I’m always good.”

“I know, baby,” he says.  He smiles when you kiss the pad of his thumb, winks when he flicks your bottom lip cutely.  “It’s not you I’m worried about.” 

You follow the direction of his gaze.  Seungmin is fast asleep on your other side, one leg out of the covers, laying on his front and clutching a pillow.  Seungmin tends to bat away cuddle advances when awake but he sleeps like a clingy koala bear.  You are the opposite, snuggling up when conscious and kicking the boys away in your sleep.  Seungmin usually curls around Chan when sleeping and he looks very bereft in slumber without him.  You can’t help but smile even though you know Chan’s words are right: Seungmin is a troublemaker. 

“I’ll make sure he’s good,” you say to Chan, a promise you both know will be hard to keep. 

“Hope so,” Chan says.  He leans down for a chaste kiss, lingering close to your mouth when he says, “See you later, baby girl.  Be good for me, yeah?”

“Aren’t you gonna say bye to Seungmin?” you ask when he stands up.

Chan adjusts the brim of his cap and just grins. 

“Uh, yeah, I already tried that,” he says.  “He’s a brat.  Give him a kiss for me later.  Love you both.”

“Love you too,” you say.  Your voice goes rough as you snuggle into the bedcovers, falling back to sleep.  The last thing you see is Chan’s affectionate smile.   

You wake a while later to warmth along your backside and a weight on your hips.  You stir, groggy, taking a second to register everything. 

The curtains are open and the golden glow of morning is shining in the bedroom.  The bedcovers have been pushed down but you don’t feel cold.  Seungmin is awake behind you, his arm draped over your middle.  True to troublemaking form, he already has a hand between your thighs, just resting over your shorts.  When he feels you waking, he cups you a little more deliberately. 

“Seungmin,” you mumble sleepily, “Daddy’s not here.  You shouldn’t be doing that.” 

“That’s so sad for Chan,” Seungmin says with a lot of cheeky sass, grinning a big boxy grin.  He never addresses Chan properly, not even to his face, not without a lot of effort on Chan’s part. 

Seungmin’s disrespect always makes you tingle because you could neverbehave that way.   You love being good.  You also love that Seungmin does not.   

“He should have thought about that before he went to work on a Saturday,” Seungmin says. 

“He said sorry,” you reply. 

You can practically hear Seungmin’s eye-roll. 

“Then it’s okay, I guess,” Seungmin says sarcastically. 

He is already touching you through your shorts, his knuckle gently rubbing back-and-forth and making all those nerves come alive with need.  

Seungmin is a veritable pussy addict.  Despite being equally submissive to Chan, Seungmin has trained you according to his own insatiable desires.  It only takes one look from Seungmin to go from resting to fully turned on.  He can spend hours curling his fingers inside you, stretching you out, rubbing your clit.  Hours more laying between your thighs with his mouth wet and soft, kissing and licking and tongue-fucking you until you are a wrung-out mess. 

He is more than half the reason you always wet by the time Chan finally puts his hands on you.   Then it’s you who gets teased for being wet all the time, Seungmin just grinning behind you with that smartass grin.   

He wastes no time this morning, warming you up through your shorts then slipping his fingers beneath the waistband.

“Seungmin,” you whine.  “We’re not supposed to…” 

“Stop crying,” he says, shoving his other arm under your body to hook it around you.  He pulls you tight against him while he works his hand into your shorts.  “I won’t make you come, crybaby,” he says. 

“I don’t believe you,” you say.

You pout but admittedly make little effort to stop him.  You should, knowing very well Chan’s number one rule is no coming without his permission, but you are lethargic with sleepy contentedness and his fingers feel so good.  You figure as long as you don’t come, indulging just a little touch won’t do any harm…

You should have known better.  It doesn’t take much for Seungmin to work you up completely.  You buck your hips as if to escape his hand but your shorts keep him trapped.  You squirm in his arms at the same time your legs thoughtlessly spread. 

“Seungmin,” you say, panting against your pillow. 

“Yes?” he asks, as if he has no idea what he’s doing.  He holds you tighter when you start to wriggle.  “Relax,” he says.  “Just don’t come.  Be a good girl,” he says it like a punchline, dry and humorous. 

“You know his rules—”

“Who?”

“Daddy—”

“Who?”

“Chan!”  Saying his name puts you over the edge.  Chan’s dominance is softer by nature but Seungmin likes to provoke him so you have seen his mean side often.  Imagining his reaction to your bad behaviour has you coming hard on Seungmin’s fingers.   

Seungmin, like the demon he is, strokes you through your orgasm and a little past it, laughing in your ear when you whimper from oversensitivity.  You have never known someone to be so sadistic and submissive at once.  Seungmin likes to make you cry even more than Chan does.  It gets Chan all huffy and mean, then he really puts Seungmin in his place.

Satisfied with his evil deed, Seungmin lets you go and flops onto his back.   You roll over to glare at him, trying to ignore the lingering thump in your pussy.  It feels like a heartbeat skipping beats, erratic when Seungmin smiles and puts his wet fingers in his mouth to suck.  He makes a dramatic mmmmm sound, then sticks out his tongue at you. 

“You’re mean,” you say. 

“I’m telling Chan you came,” he says, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. 

Your heart is really skipping beats now.  You climb on top of him and try to get there first.  He beats you to it and holds you back, cackling his mischievous little ha-ha as he opens it up.   His phone background is a picture of the three of you on holiday, crammed together and giggling in a hammock, and the cuteness is at serious odds with his wickedness. 

“Seungmin, don’t!” you say, trying to swipe at his phone.  “That’s not fair, I didn’t even wanna!”

“Liar,” he says.  He closes his phone and looks at you with a smirk.  “I won’t tell him but you have to do what I want.” 

“What do you want?” you ask, regarding him with scrutiny.   Last time he said that, he came inside you without Chan’s permission and earned you both two weeks of edging and denial as punishment.  Seungmin insisted it was your fault, that he was going to pull out when you wrapped around him, so Chan punished you both ‘to be fair.’   Seungmin always gets away with roping you into his punishments because you don’t argue with Chan, so you eye him warily now. 

He swipes his bangs out of his face and looks down his own body.  You follow his gaze, stopping on the obvious bulge in his boxers.  You look at him and he pokes his tongue into his cheek.   

“Fine,” you say, playfully petulant.  “Just this once.  You better keep my secret.”

He mimes zipping his lips shut. 

You crawl down to fit between his thighs as he spreads them, making room.  He grabs his glasses off the bedside table and pops them on, then he opens his phone again. 

“Let’s make a video for Chan,” he says.

“Seungmin,” you say, glaring at the camera then up at him.  “He won’t like us fooling around.” 

“He will,” Seungmin says, smiling down at his phone.  “You look pretty, crybaby.  Now go.” 

You glare at him one more time then move down, tugging his boxers off his hips.  He is already hard, twitching in your hand before your lips graze the head.  You look up at the camera as you lick and suck, closing your eyes when diving down the length of him.  He puts his free hand in your hair and guides you, tells you to slow down, makes you drool on it before he snaps his hips up.   You take it with practiced skill, but you can’t help the way your eyes water, living up to Seungmin’s mean nickname for you. 

“Hold still,” he says, lifting your head. 

You think he must be close, that he is stopping you before he comes, but you look up and see he is still filming.  He smiles, his free hand jumping from your hair to his dick.  It only take a few swift strokes before he’s coming all over the side of your face.  He swipes his fingers in it and shoves them in your mouth before you can get mad at him, not for the mess but simply because he came when he knows it’s against the rules. 

You say his name, though it comes out garbled around his fingers.  He rubs his fingers over your tongue as if fucking your mouth, then he gives another ha-ha before he finally stops filming.  His fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop and he swings away.  He tugs up his boxers as he gets out of bed. 

“Seungmin!” you say, wiping your face on the hem of your shirt.  You leap out of bed to grab his phone only for him to sprint into the next room.  “Seungmin!” you say again, running after him.  “You can’t send that!  You’re gonna get us in trouble!” 

“Why would I get in trouble?” he asks, typing away at his phone from behind the kitchen counter.  “You were the one with my dick in your mouth.”

You chase him around the kitchen island until you are both giggling.  He spins around and catches you unexpectedly, playfully roaring in your face with a weak little raaawr.  He pretends to bite your neck while you giggle and push at him. 

“You won’t be so funny when he gets home,” you say, to which he just repeats what you said in a mocking tone.   You smack the top of his head as he directs you to the living room couch.  “You’re such a bully.  You promised not to tell.”

“And I didn’t,” he says, kissing your neck lightly then sucking a hard kiss under your jaw.  “If you don’t tell him what you did, he won’t know.”  He looks at you, that mischievous grin back on his face.  “Unless you feel guilty and tell him.”   

You pout, making him laugh. 

“I’m so nice all the time,” you say with a melodramatic flourish, waving your hand.  “I don’t know why you’re so mean to me.”

“I’m nice,” Seungmin says.  “See, your shirt’s dirty, let me help.” 

You playfully wrestle when he tries to lift your shirt off.  You let him win, squeaking then jumping onto the couch where he chases you.  He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you, messy wet licks into your mouth then down your neck and chest.  You clench your thighs around him but he wriggles his shoulders between your legs, smiling at you.  You barely pretend to fight when he tugs your shorts down, then his glasses go crooked and his mouth is on your pussy through your underwear. 

You whine his name and rake your fingers through his hair.   He tugs the fabric out of his way and licks up your still wet pussy, being as messy as possible. 

“Tsk, tsk,” he says, surfacing for a second.   His glasses are still askew and his face is wet.  He smiles dreamily at your pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down.  “What if Chan got home right now,” he slips his fingers inside you, “and saw you like this?”  He sighs as if disappointed, casually fixing his glasses with one hand and fucking you with the other one.  “He’d be so mad.” 

“He’s at work,” you say, eyes closed. 

“Is he?” Seungmin asks.  “I think he’s outside the door.”

Your breath catches and you look at the door.  Seungmin has no way of knowing if that’s true but you gasp anyway, legs closing around his hand.  He pushes them apart, then gets up on his knees for better leverage. 

“Seungmin,” you say, grabbing his arm but not stopping him.  His fingers are curling inside you, rubbing against a tender spot that has your vision swimming.  “Ohh, Seungmin, please—”

“Ohh, Seungmin, please,” he mimics.  “You’re not coming, are you, crybaby?”

You shake your head, making a show of sniffling and looking at him with purposefully teary eyes.  He rolls his thumb back and forth over your clit.

“The doorknob is turning,” Seungmin says.  “He’s gonna see you.” 

“No, I’m not—”

“He’s walking inside—”

You come with a cry, tossing your head back and squeezing his fingers between your legs.   Chan is not actually home and Seungmin is just a menace, but that menace does cover you in kisses when you are done coming all over his hand. 

You lay on the couch for a bit, feeling each other up and kissing, then Seungmin leans back to grin at you.

“Two for you, one for me,” he says.  “I’m doing better than you.”

You swat at him.

You eventually start the day for real, going about your usual weekend routine.  Chan never answers Seungmin’s video text, but Seungmin shows you that he definitely saw it.  The little READ subscript reveals he watched it only seconds after getting it. 

You are reading a book in the afternoon when Seungmin gets back from a walk.  He kicks off his shoes and joins you on the couch.  You try to ignore how distractingly handsome he looks with his hair pushed back, casual but sexy in denim.  You can tell he wants to mess around so you pointedly ignore him and turn the page of your book. 

He tugs on the sleeve of your shirt then rests his head on your shoulder. 

“What,” you say in a dry voice. 

“It’s getting late,” Seungmin says.  “Chan still hasn’t answered us.”   

“Hm.”  You turn another page despite not retaining anything.  “So?”

“So.”  He touches your chin and turns your face to his.  “We should make another video.” 

“No, we shouldn’t,” you say, closing your book.  “You’re just gonna do something you’re not supposed to again.”

“What, me?” he says.  He flicks some hair out of his eyes and laughs.  “I don’t think so.” 

“I do.  You’re evil and you’re not dragging me down with you.” 

“Really?”

“Yes.  And nothing you say can change my mind.”

A few minutes later, you are curled over the arm of the couch, clutching a cushion while Seungmin fucks you from behind and films it.  He’s down to just his open jeans, the denim rough against your skin when he pulls you onto him again and again. 

“Mmmf,” is the noise you make, groaning into the cushion.  “You better not come again.”

“Worry,” he says, panting, “about,” he slows down a little, “yourself.”  He takes another breath and speeds up again. 

“I’m at no risk of—” Your overconfident proclamation is interrupted when Seungmin expertly circles your throat and yanks you up.  You whine and claw at him but he roughly manoeuvres you onto your back. 

“Hi baby,” he says with a sarcastic little wave, phone camera pointed down at your scowling face.  He frowns with exaggeration.  “You gonna cry again?”

“No.”  You try to kick him, pushing at his chest with your foot.  He just scoops that leg onto his shoulder and presses himself back inside you.  “This was Seungmin’s idea, daddy,” you say, covering your face with your hands.  “I was being good, I promise.” 

Seungmin just mimics your voice and grinds into you.  One hand holds the phone and the other slips down.  His thumb rubs softly and simply over your clit until you are whimpering again.    

“That’s not fair,” you say with a little hiccup.   

“Should be easy for you,” Seungmin says.  “Chan’s good little girl, right?” 

“Ugh, shut uuup, you’re the worst—”

“The rest of you would disagree, good girl,” he says.  He tips his head, looking at the phone, so you can only assume he is zooming in on your pussy gushing around his cock as he rocks in and out.  “Uh oh,” he says when you squeeze him inside you.  He knows your body well by now, having wrung countless orgasms out of you, so he is grinning before you even start coming.  “Three, two, one…!  Ha-ha.”      

You make a shaky, shuddery sound as you come, barely recovered before his hand is around your throat and he is fucking you in chase of his own completion.   There’s no point in even pretending to protest.  You just sigh and reach down, holding your thighs open as he moans and groans for show, coming inside you.   He takes his time filming it after, sweeping his fingers around to show Chan the mess he made.   He must turn the camera to selfie mode because he starts smiling his mean, puppyish grin into the screen. 

“See you later, old man,” Seungmin says.  “If you can even get it up after working all day.” 

He stops filming and laughs you when you frown at him. 

“Do you have to make it even worse?” you ask. 

“Yes.  Don’t ask stupid questions.”  He swoops down and kisses your forehead.  “Come on, crybaby, let’s have a shower.  Unless you want to be full of cum when he gets home—”

“Hmmph!”  You give him a indignant pout, but you get up when he helps you. 

You share the shower.  You keep pretending to be mad at him, only giggling a little when he touches a few ticklish spots.  He knows they are ticklish so he is just being mean, but he does compensate with little kisses over your back and shoulders.  

He stands behind you, kissing down your neck as you tip your head, the hot water rushing down your front.  Your eyes are closed against the spray but also from pleasure, smiling to yourself as he nips at your skin then licks over the bite. 

“No marks,” you say without much verve.  “You know that’s another rule.”

“That’s okay,” he says, smirking into your shoulder.  His hand starts to slide down the front of your body.  “You’ve already broken the rules, so…”

“Seungmin,” you say, your scolding tone contradictory to the way you rock your ass against his growing hard-on.   You giggle, holding onto his wrist but not stopping his descent.  “We shouldn’t,” you say. 

“He’s right,” comes a voice from the doorway. “You already broke the rules anyway, didn’t you?”

Your eyes fly open.  You look through the glass wall of the shower to see Chan leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed.  He is still dressed for the office, suit and tie, though he is already barefoot.  His dark hair is neatly styled, his eyes darkly lined, a diamond stud on his nose and his ears.   He lifts his eyebrows and tips his head, the expression more than a little condescending. 

“Whoops,” Seungmin says with a laugh. 

Chan exhales, unsmiling. 

You turn the water off and slide the glass door open.   The shower is a big, roomy space with two showerheads, leaving Seungmin plenty of room to step back.  He rolls his eyes and somehow manages to look belligerent despite his nudity.  You are a far more repentant sight with your watery eyes and pouty lips, naked and damp and innocent as can be. 

“I’m so, so, so sorry, sir, daddy, sir,” you say, shaking your head.  “I tried to make him stop but he wouldn’t listen.  You believe me, right?” 

Chan doesn’t say anything.  He just looks at you with the vaguest hint of amusement in his eyes.  Then he looks away with a sigh, unbuttoning his blazer.   He shakes his head as he peels it off and approaches the shower. 

“I don’t know what to believe, baby girl,” he says.  The blazer hits the floor and he loosens his tie next.  “Ya know I had to leave work early because of this?” he says.  He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows then his gentle hand reaches out to cup your chin.

You shiver from the coolness of the room, from his touch, from his gaze.  You do not dare look away from his eyes, not even to see Seungmin’s face.  You do not doubt he is just frowning and rolling his eyes anyway. 

Chan presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth dutifully.  He rests it on your tongue.   

“I don’t have a lot of rules, yeah?”  Chan says.  “Don’t you think I’m fair?”  

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, lips pursed around his thumb. 

“Did you not understand the rules?” he asks.  “You’re not stupid, baby. I’d find that hard to believe.”

You don’t answer, knowing you are guilty and there is little to say in your defence.  Chan just sighs and slips his thumb out of your mouth.  He cups your cheek and lovingly strokes it. 

“You know I’m disappointed, don’t you, baby?” he says.  “How many times did you break the rules today?”

“I’m sorry!” you say in a rush.  “Seungmin really did start it, though.  I was just in bed and he made me—”

“How many times?”    

“Five,” you say, sniffling.  “Three for me, two for Seungmin.  It really was his fault, though, you know I would never—”

“I know what he’s like, baby,” Chan says. He is speaking in an easy, calm voice as he draws his fingers down your chin, your neck, the middle of your chest until he has a breast cupped in his hand.  You try to keep a neutral expression when he rubs his thumb over its peak.  “But you know you’re responsible for yourself, yeah?”

He lets go and reaches past you to turn on the water.  It is a light, warm spray that makes you jump with surprise.  He surprises you again by stepping into the shower almost completely dressed.  He backs you into the wall as the water runs over his white dress shirt, turning it translucent. 

Seungmin finally scoffs, the sound mixed with a laugh. 

“You’re getting your clothes wet, weirdo,” he says. 

Chan’s gentle expression hardens.  You jump when his hand shoots out, grabbing Seungmin roughly by the throat.  Seungmin grabs onto his wrist, clearly surprised given the way his breath catches.  He tries to hide it with a grin, lifting his eyebrows when Chan looks at him.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute, Seungmin,” he says.  He chokes a little gasp out of him then lets go, looking at you again.  “Come here, baby,” he says softly.  “You know what I have to do.” 

You know he means a punishment, but you don’t know which one.  Chan is tantalizingly unpredictable in that regard. 

You nod, stepping where he gestures, under the showerhead but just behind the spray so none of the water hits you.  You shiver again, your nipples hard and skin breaking into goosebumps.  You meet Seungmin’s eye over Chan’s shoulder, Seungmin looking at you with gleeful anticipation even while rubbing his throat.  From where he is standing, he must also feel the chill, the same prickling awareness of his skin, the air like a constant kiss all over your body.      

The water hits Chan on the shoulder, running down his chest and side.  His shirt is sticking to him, drawing your eye to the ridges of muscle down his abdomen.  He taps your chin to lift your gaze, keeping your eyes locked while he undoes his tie and whips it off. 

“Open,” he says.  

You part your lips and he puts the tie in your mouth, wrapping the rest around your head.  He reaches behind you and secures it with a knot.   He taps your side, confirming the usual mute communication for when your mouth is covered.  You nod and he smiles, tapping your cheek approvingly. 

He reaches for his belt next, looking you over with heady eyes.  You shiver at the clink of metal and whistle of leather.

“Hands,” he says. 

You offer them and wait as he ties his belt in neat loops around your wrists.  Your heart leaps when he yanks your bound hands up above your head and hooks the belt over the neck of the showerhead.  He slides it backwards, making you follow until your back is flat to the cold wall.  You make a startled, pained noise into the gag, flush with the sudden cold.  The temperature shock is a stark contrast to the heat spreading between your thighs.  You can do little relieve the ache, balanced on the front of your feet.   

“That’s a good girl,” Chan says with one last parting look, dimples sweetly smiling at your predicament.  Then he sighs, slicking back his now damp hair.  Maybe his make-up is just turning smoky with the heat, but you swear his eyes literally darken when he turns to face a grinning Seungmin.  “Now.  You.” 

You might prefer Chan’s gentle daddy dominance more than anything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like watching his mean sir routine when it comes to Seungmin.  Because Seungmin does not like it gentle.   You live vicariously through the thrills of their rougher play. 

It never disappoints.  You mewl like a surprised kitten when Chan backhands Seungmin, catching him before he can stumble.  Even his catch is rough, a hand over his mouth and his other arm hooked around his neck.  He presses Seungmin into the glass wall, his cheek flat to the cool surface.  You feel a shiver of empathy. 

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Chan asks.

There is a moment of quiet as Seungmin clearly contemplates surrendering or continuing.   Then he nods.  Chan’s laugh is breathy, his gaze turned upward in exasperation. 

He releases his mouth and swings his hand down on Seungmin’s backside.  You never imagined being so jealous of a spanking, but you are starting to feel like you got the worse punishment after all.  You are forced to merely watch as Seungmin squirms in Chan’s firm grip.  You are certain those marks will bruise, darkening alongside some older ones still purpling his skin. 

After a thorough spanking, Chan turns him around.  Seungmin thuds onto his knees when forced down.  Chan places him where the water can reach and Seungmin stretches upright on his knees, trying to escape where pebbles of water hit his smarting skin.  Chan smacks him and it splits Seungmin’s attention, on his cheek and his backside at once. 

You thought Seungmin was mean for lightly finger-fucking your mouth earlier, but that favour gets more than repaid.  Chan shoves two fingers far enough into Seungmin’s mouth that he chokes, attention fracturing yet again as he haphazardly grabs the offending hand by the wrist.  

Chan tugs his fingers free, a trail of spit connecting them to Seungmin’s open mouth. 

Seungmin blinks his dizzy dark eyes upward.  Chan gazes back, cool and unbothered, while unbuttoning his pants.  Seungmin looks ready to speak but Chan just shakes his head.   

“Don’t,” he says, grabbing Seungmin by the jaw and tugging him close.  “Just don’t.” 

Seungmin is so funny, calling you a crybaby only to get all dribbly from a little face-fucking.  It’s hot, though, and Seungmin is fully hard now.  His hands are on Chan’s clothed thighs, functionally so he can tap out, but doubly affecting in how he can’t touch himself because of it.  You think you can see his mental space shift in real time, going from petulant brat to something else, something content and quiet and physical.  

He gasps and leaves his mouth hanging open when Chan pulls out.  He flinches when Chan taps his cheek.   Chan just smiles. 

“That’s better,” he says.  He reaches out and snaps off the water.  It makes Seungmin shiver and you follow in sympathy.   “Come on,” Chan says, kicking at him lightly.  “Get up.  This way.” 

Seungmin stumbles when Chan grabs his bicep and yanks.   You whimper with jealousy when Chan kisses him, a filthy hot kiss that makes you tingle from head to toe.  Fortunately, you do not have to suffer much longer.  Chan manhandles Seungmin until he is facing you.  The mischief has been replaced with hazy desire, his eyes watery and mouth so pink and raw. 

“On your knees,” Chan says, pushing at Seungmin’s shoulder. 

Seungmin takes in a shaky breath but nods, getting back down on his knees in front of you.  Chan grabs his hair and yanks his head back, looking down at him. 

“You forgetting something?” Chan asks. 

“Sorry, sir,” Seungmin says.  “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied, Chan lets him go.   He helps guide your leg over Seungmin’s shoulder, cooing sweet nothings at you when you make a startled sound because he lifts the other leg too.  It raises you completely off the ground, both legs over Seungmin’s shoulders, weight partially supported by Chan and partially by the shower.   You are completely suspended, simply sitting pretty while Seungmin eats you out. 

Of course, Chan doesn’t let you finish.  He tells Seungmin to stop and start a few more times before he finally lets you down.   Your feet touch the ground again, though you rest your weight on the wall, your legs shaking. 

Chan sweeps Seungmin’s hair out of his face and tips his head back. 

“You have something to say now?”  Chan asks. 

“No, sir,” Seungmin replies, his voice rough. 

“You gonna listen to me?”  Chan asks, to which Seungmin nods.  “Good.  Then get up and do what I say.  You ready?” 

Seungmin’s job is a step ahead of yours.  Chan is still helping you out of the shower by the time Seungmin reaches the bedroom.  You sit perched on the counter, towelling yourself dry while Chan strips out of his wet clothes.  You are about to step down when Chan scoops you up.  You suppose you have lost the privilege to run ahead at will, just in case you get any funny ideas, but you don’t mind if Chan is holding you.  You cling onto him, legs and arms wrapped around him as he carries you into the bedroom where Seungmin is waiting. 

Chan lays you out beside him and waves a hand, giving Seungmin permission to kiss you.   Seungmin eagerly sprawls on top of you, kissing and licking and moaning while Chan gets up behind him. 

Your punishments appear to be contrary, you unfucked and untouched thanks to your several stolen orgasms, and Seungmin the overwhelmed subject thanks to his provocations.   It’s him Chan fucks now, you laying under him, kissing his face as he grunts and groans and whines.  Your shared kisses are breathy, gasping things. 

You twitch and buck with wanting, feeling emptier than you ever have, while Seungmin digs his fingers into the bedspread, rocking against you while Chan rocks into him.   

Seungmin comes first for once, helped along by your hands desperately seeking more, more, more.  He comes all over you, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.  Chan pulls out and finishes with a few strokes of his own hand, coming on that bruised and purple backside. 

Fucking you both is one thing, but Chan’s work is truly cut out for him in the aftermath.  But your loving boyfriend never falters, doing everythign to ensure you are both settled and soothed.  Some days you return the favour, lovingly doting on your careful dominant, but today is a day he massages and kisses and takes care of you both.  

You take care of Seungmin too, kissing his face.  He is sandwiched between you and Chan, letting you both love up on him until his character comes back to him, then he starts thrashing around with playful dramatics.   Chan giggles in that silly way of his and wraps him up, covering his shoulders with kisses while Seungmin glares at you like a disgruntled puppy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tease, giving him a little kiss.  “This was all your fault anyway.  I’m a good girl.”

after the third episode you lost your focus, no longer really watching what was happening on screen, but instead looking at your boyfriend and the way his long hair spread around his head, merging with the colour of the couch.

“you’re pretty,” you mumbled, snuggling your head deeper into his chest. minho simply hummed in return, smiling softly as he rubbed up and down your back. he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“you’re bored,” he pointed out.

“mhm,” you hummed, tapping at his shirt, “i’m just not focused anymore. i wanna sleep.”

minho grabbed the remote, trying his hardest to move as little as possible as he paused the episode and instead opened spotify, picking a relaxed playlist.

“we’ll keep going later,” he decided, grabbing your hip and moving you closer so that most of your body was on top of him.

you questioned his actions, and in response you received, “can’t be bothered to get a blanket.”

“so you’re using me?” you fake gasped.

minho let his hand slip down to the swell of your ass.

“wish i could…” he mumbled, squeezing slightly.

you tsked at him before settling back down, his warmth proving to be a useful blanket to you as well—even if you were on top of him.

his hand settled on your lower back, his fingers sliding underneath your leggings for extra warmth.

after that neither of you moved much, basking in the comfort the other provided, surrounded by low music.

you dozed off for a few minutes, waking up to minho’s slow and steady breathing, the movements of his chest reminding you of calm waves in the ocean.

you nuzzled against him, a content hum leaving you.

minho’s hand was still tucked under his head, still showing off his glorious muscles. you wondered if his hand had fallen asleep and if he’d get pins and needles when he woke up.

the sudden urge to kiss his skin had overpowered that thought.

you leaned forward, only needing to cover a small distance, and planted a kiss on his shoulder.

you then planted another one and another one until you reached the biggest part of his muscle, where his bicep curved inwards and demanded your attention.

minho’s skin was warm, and so so soft, and after a few small kisses didn’t satisfy you enough, you started sucking on his skin. he tasted like the strawberry body wash you just bought.

a beautiful sound spread through your living room as minho started giggling, rumbling against the chest you were sleeping on moments ago.

“what are you doing?” he giggled, but made no move to stop you.

you kissed slightly upwards, closer to where you knew he was ticklish, and sucked on his skin again.

“stop,” he laughed, moving his hand from under his head and shifting his exposed bicep away from you. but you had already latched onto him, holding his elbow in place so he couldn’t escape you.

“bunny,” he squirmed, “why are you waking me up to this torture?”

you pulled away from him, satisfied with the small red mark now appearing on his skin, and shrugged.

“you were just so kissable,” you offered.

“could’ve kissed me somewhere else,” he raised his eyebrows.

“no,” you said simply. “you’ve been taunting me with those muscles all morning.”

minho laughed, shaking his head at you.

you leaned back down, kissing his bicep again, nibbling lightly on his skin in between.

“if i close my eyes, it’s almost like i'm back home,” he said, scrunching his eyes shut for dramatic effect.

“you hate being here that much?” you chuckled at him, biting down harder in retaliation.

minho shook his head. “i meant, you’re biting me like how soonie does when he wants to play.”

“you were being boring and not playing with me,” you agree, nodding before you hook your finger into his collar. you pull it down slightly, enough to expose your next target: his collarbone.

you kiss him, lips moving down the elevated bone, before biting softly on the skin.

minho doesn’t complain, nor does he move, letting you do whatever it is you’re doing. his reaction tells you enough about how patient he is—and how much experience he has with his pets playfully biting him.

when you start kissing up towards his neck he stops you, bringing a hand to your chin so you’re facing him.

“what do you wanna play then?” he asks, lowly, his finger running over your lips.

“i like this game,” you smile, biting at the tip of his finger.

minho is unfazed by this, and starts dabbing his fingers in and out of your reach, watching intently as you try and catch them with your teeth.

you nibble on them lightly when you do catch him, light enough that he can pull his hand away whenever he sees fit to start another round.

“you’re really acting like a cat right now,” he says, eyes focused on your mouth.

“you love cats,” you respond, kissing his fingers this time when you catch him.

he starts moving his finger in a circular motion, watching with a slack jaw as your head circles to still try and catch him.

“my cats are trained,” he points out.

“i’m not your cat,” you say slowly, a half hearted chuckle leaving you.

“with the way you’re acting you might as well be.”

you swallow.

minho’s finger lands on your lips, but you don’t bite it right away. there’s something captivating in his eyes, something swimming inside them. you’re frozen.

“should i treat you like one?” he asks, breaking the thick silence around you. the music stopped, but you aren’t sure when.

“like what?”

“like my pet.”

minho isn’t smiling, so you aren’t sure if he’s joking. you aren’t sure why you want him to be dead serious right now.

you aren’t even sure where this conversation is going exactly, but the heat between your legs tells you your pussy is listening too.

his finger leaves your lips, dragging them down into a small pout, before he trails his way to your neck. he moves his finger across your neck, adding more pressure when he arrives back under your jaw.

there’s a warmth spreading beneath his touch.

“i could get you a collar,” he says, barely a whisper, “have a little tag with my name on it in case you get lost.”

“it should have your number,” you somehow manage to mumble.

“what? i didn’t hear,” he cocks his head to the side, his wide eyes telling you to repeat yourself.

“a tag collar has the pet’s name on it and the owner’s number,” you explain.

“so i’m your owner?” minho raises his eyebrows.

you find yourself nodding.

an airy gasp leaves his chest, his eyes locked on yours as a small shudder runs through his back. it’s barely visible, but you know minho well enough. and the hard on pressed into your lower stomach helps you understand the situation, too.

minho shifts, sitting up on the couch as he holds onto your hips, shuffling you until you’re sat directly on his lap. he moved so effortlessly, acting as if you weighed nothing to him. as if you were just a little cat on his chest.

you settle further into his lap.

“what else?”

you raise your eyebrows.

“i’ll get you a collar with your owner’s name on it, and then what else?” he spoke quickly, more eager, the slow tension that surrounded the pair of your replace by a more desperate air. aided by minho’s hands digging into your hips.

“you said your cats are trained,” you swallow, your mouth incredibly dry.

minho nods slowly.

you roll your hips slightly, the mere thought of what you were implying enough to get you to move so impulsively. you didn’t want to put your thoughts into such blunt words—you didn’t even think this was something you liked—but judging by the dazed expression in minho’s eyes, he was discovering something about himself as well.

“how did you train them?”

“with treats,” he supplies, dragging your hips against his lap again. “they’d do what i asked and they’d get treats.”

“rewarding good behaviour,” you nod simply.

“yeah, maybe like—“ minho leans his head towards you, brushing his lips against yours, “—like that.”

“no,” you scrunch your face, leaning down to where he exposed his neck and kissing it lightly. you bite down slightly.

he hissed, pinching your hips in retaliation.

“kisses are too easy to get from you.”

“is that a challenge?” he raises his eyebrows.

“no,” you kiss him again, “but you know what i really like?”

he hums, urging you to keep talking.

you haven’t moved too far away from his lips, and the slow grinding minho guided you into has settled into a steady pace. your nose bumped against his.

“i love when you ask me where you can cum,” you whisper.

minho grabbed the back of your head, swallowing your lips with his own as he kissed you passionately. messy.

he pulls away, lips red and wet and swollen, forehead against yours as he says, “i’ll give you my cum whenever you’re a good little pet for me?”

“mhm,” you nod quickly, your hips rocking against his in a new found speed.

“look at you,” he sighs, “so worked up over this. is bunny gonna ruin her panties and cum in my lap?”

“minho,” you moan, throwing your head back. your movements are more desperate, much less controlled or careful, just rushing to feel the friction and the pleasure minho’s lap is giving you.

with your head back, he brings his hand back to your neck—placing it lightly on your skin. not enough pressure to leave you breathless, but enough to know it’s there. you imagine that’s what a collar would feel like around your neck.

the thought makes you moan again.

“my cats are well behaved,” he begins, his voice forcing you to look at him, “you’re gonna be like that?”

“yes,” you stutter.

“you’re gonna do as i say?”

“yes,” you nod, feeling your high approaching.

“gonna listen to me? eat when i tell you to, suck me off when i tell you to, do whatever i say?”

“yes, minho, fuck,” you squeeze your eyes shut.

“look at me, pet,” he demands. you shoot your eyes open.

the intensity of his stare sends a shiver down your spine, all the way to your core. he’s never looked at you quite like that before.

he brings a hand onto your lower stomach, inching closer to the strap of your leggings.

“close,” you mumble, whining slightly.

“louder,” he buries a hand in your hair, tugging at the roots. “speak.”

“i’m close minho, i just need a bit more,” you plead.

“specifics, bunny.”

“i need you to rub my clit, min, please,” you rut against him but it isn’t enough, your voice urging him to do more.

“good bunny,” he smiles at you, kissing your lips hard. he wastes no more time, circling your clit instantly. your clothes are still in the way but it doesn’t matter too much, you’re already just on the edge.

“i’m gonna—“

“—i know. go on, pet, show me how good i make you feel.”

your head falls onto minho’s shoulder as your orgasm crashes through you, your toes curling against the couch as a series of borderline pornographic noises leave your mouth.

you whine when minho keeps going, but that doesn’t stop him, and the sensitivity means a second orgasm runs through you in a matter of seconds.

“you want your reward, bunny?” he asks, desperately, “you’ve been such a good pet.”

you move your hands down to his crotch, rubbing his cock over his sweats.

“please,” you nod.

“where do you want it?” he asks, smirking when he sees you rolling your hips against him weakly.

“in my mouth, min. please.”

it’s clumsy and uncoordinated when minho pulls his sweats down his thighs, wrapping his hands around his cock.

“open, baby,” he moans when you stick your tongue out, “that’s it, fuck. fuck.”

his eyes roll back as cum shoots onto your tongue, his eyes closed means most of it landed on your cheek instead.

minho blindly reached for the side of your head, stroking your hair as he catches his breath.

after a few seconds his eyes fluttered open, taking in the glorious mess he made on your face.

“i missed,” he chuckled.

you swallow what landed in your mouth, licking your lips as the salty taste takes over you. it doesn’t even surprise you when minho pushes the rest it off your cheek and into your mouth.

you lap at his finger when he does, swallowing everything you can before biting the tip of his finger for good measure.

he laughs.

minho pulled you closer to him as he hugs you, breathing you in.

you catch your breath with him, matching the rise and fall of his chest against yours, your eyes softly shut as you listen to him breathing.

“i didn’t think that would be as hot as it was,” he said, simply.

you agreed slowly, raising your head to face him.

“would it be okay if you actually got me a collar?” you bravely asked.

“fuck yes,” minho’s eyes sparkled brightly at you. “can i keep calling you pet?”

“if you keep giving me my rewards,” you nodded quickly.

at that minho groaned, his hands finding your ass again.

“we’re doing that again,” he said, his eyes big in front of you in a silent question.

“minho, i don’t think you understand just how often we’re gonna be doing that again.”

he laughed before he pulled you into another kiss, his tongue finding yours instantly. he moans when he tastes himself.

when the need to breath overcomes you, you pull away, eyes hooded as you take in minho’s swollen lips.

he gets up after a minute, pulling his sweats back up and grabbing you some water.

you settle back against each other, minho cuddling you closer to him, his hand in your hair as he lightly scratches behind your ear.

There is a minute of silence.   Everyone else went to bed hours ago so the vacation house is silent.   It’s just you and the most annoying man on earth, forcibly handcuffed together, stuck in the same bed.    

“My life a joke,” you say. 

“Yeah,” Seungmin says.  “Your life is a joke.  Ow!”

He slaps your hand when you pinch his thigh and you smack his chin only for him to chomp at your fingers.  You both roll your eyes and look away from each other for all of ten seconds, then you glare at him and he gives you a judgemental stare. 

“How are you going to sleep like that?” he asks. 

You raise your joined hands, the chain jingling.   

“Wow, Seungmin, whatever do you mean?” you say dryly.     

“Wow, Seungmin, meh-meh-beh-beh,” he mocks your tone then uses his free hand to smack your arm.  It makes a crinkling sound when it collides with the leather jacket you can’t remove.  “I’m talking about the skinned cow on the cow.”

“Funny.”

“The skinned cow is the leather jacket.”

“I know that.”

“And you’re the other cow.”

“I got it, Seungmin.”

“Just checking,” he says with that blithe, shit-eating grin of his. “You’re just not very smart so I wanted to be nice and check.”   

This fucking guy.  

Kim Seungmin is the mouthiest smartass you have ever met.  A friend of your friends, the acquaintanceship has been forced on you for the sake of the overall friend group.   You two are like oil and water, completely incompatible in every way.  You are the denim-and-leather bad girl and he is the blazer-and-tie good boy.  Equally sassy, but astronomically apart in lifestyle.   You clashed from your first introduction. 

You can usually manage an hour or two of civility, especially if you stay out of each other’s way, but this vacation has pushed that strained dynamic to its breaking point. 

Changbin’s family owns a vacation house near a ski resort so your whole friend group is spending the winter holidays at the luxury cabin.  This means you and Seungmin have been forced to interact for much longer than a few hours. 

You expected some annoyance but Seungmin is an even bigger brat than you remembered.  You have already spent three days at each other’s throats.  Tonight you went to a party at the resort and the few hours away from him did wonders, but it only took one stupid remark for you start fighting all over again. 

You didn’t even have time to remove your boots or jacket.  With Seungmin, it was on sight. 

Fed-up, Minho leapt off the couch and disappeared into his bedroom.  The others were just groaning or slouched in their seats, shaking their heads at you and Seungmin.   You couldn’t stop if you wanted to, every dry remark needing a comeback, every insult escalating. 

Then Minho returned.  He yanked Seungmin out of his seat and practically threw him at you.   You should have let his stupid face hit the ground but your reflexes kicked in and you caught him in his flail.  There were a few seconds of confusion before Minho clasped the handcuffs around you.   The whole room went silent, you and Seungmin staring at the cuffs then looking at Minho. 

Minho dangled the keys in your face.  

“I will let you out of the handcuffs,” he spoke as if speaking to particularly stupid children, “when you overcome your differences and decide to stop ruining the holiday.”

You and Seungmin both sputtered in protest, but neither of you were brave enough to physically fight Minho for the keys.  That kitty has claws, mean ones.  Not even you mess with Lee Minho. 

Now you and Seungmin are stuck sharing a bed.  You are still fully dressed, in jeans, shirt, and leather jacket, whereas he was already dressed down in pyjama pants and a t-shirt.  All he has to do is remove his glasses and he’s fine to sleep. 

You, however, are dressed for a whole different kind of evening.

“Trust me,” you say with an aggrieved sigh, “the jacket is not the most uncomfortable thing I’m wearing.”

He pinches his glasses at the stem, wiggling them up-and-down like it will help him see better. 

“What do you mean?” he asks.  “Wait, you’re a freak, right?  Is it something kinky?”

He asks it mockingly but you smile and turn your face to him, lifting an eyebrow.  You get some satisfaction from the way his face contorts with realization.

“Wait, really?” he asks.  “What the hell.  Why?  What is it?”

“You sound curious.” 

You really can’t help but tease him, anticipating he will snap back with equal verve.  You are surprised when his remark gets tangled on his tongue, his mouth open with no reply.  The tips of his ears are faintly red. 

“Oh, you are curious,” you say.

“Gross, no way.”  He comes back to himself and scrunches his whole face with revulsion.  “Keep it to yourself.  Pervert.”

“Proudly.”

“Wow.”

You feel satisfied with the silence that follows, feeling like you finally won a conversation and sent him into a mute stupor.  But then he looks at you and you brace yourself for the incoming wave of irritation. 

“It’s not gonna suddenly go off or something, is it?” he asks.  “I don’t want to wake up to you thrashing around like a fish on a boat deck.”

“It’s a hard packer.  You know, a strap-on for wearing out?  A ready-to-go, signed-sealed-and-delivered dick?”  You list everything with the same pleasant smile.  “Big one too.” 

His face is perpetually frozen in a state of prepared ridicule so he still looks marginally judgemental, but more confused than repulsed. 

“Right now?” he says.  His eyes drift down to your jeans.  “You wore… you wore it out?”

“Brave new world, Seungminnie,” you say, the nickname making his eye twitch despite the sarcasm in it. 

“You’re lying,” he says.  He doesn’t wait for you to argue; he reaches with his cuffed hand to feel for extra weight between your legs.  It drags your own hand along with it, too surprised to react fast enough to stop him.  He finds what he was looking for, his brow furrowing when he closes his fist over the hard bulge under your fly.   “Whoa, wait, seriously?” 

“Dude!”  You pry his hand off, though he doesn’t go without a fight, patting it like it’s puppy.  “What the hell, man.  You can’t just grab someone’s dick like that.”

“Why not? It’s not real.”

“It is in a way!  I can still feel it!”

“You can?”  He pokes it.    

“Yes.” You swat him away.   “Depending on position.”     

“And you wore it to the party?” he says, then whistles low and shakes his head.  “Wow.  You have a high opinion of yourself.  Thought you were gonna get lucky?” 

“I did very well for myself, thanks.”

He holds up your cuffed hands with a sarcastic look of his own. 

“Not that well,” he says.  “Or you wouldn’t be here.” 

“I don’t tend to stay the night,” you say. 

“Love ‘em and leave ‘em,” he says.  “I should have known.”  He sighs as if disappointed in you. 

You barely register his retort, your brain jumping ahead a few paces.  

Walking around with ready-to-play silicone in your pants does have a tendency to leave you teetering on the side of horny, so maybe that’s why your brain is incapable of supplying another type of plan, but a plan begins to form nonetheless.

“I have an idea,” you say. 

“Breaking your wrist so you can slide out of the handcuffs?”

“Kim Seungmin, I’ll let you know that while I might have one hand out of commission, I am still capable of shoving your slipper in your mouth.” 

“Kim Seungmin, meh-meh-meh, beh-beh-beh.”

“Why do I even bother?”  You sigh.  “Do you wanna get out of these handcuffs or not?”

“Fine.”  He fiddles with his glasses and glares at you.  “I’m going to regret asking this, but what’s your idea?”

You sit up and nod your head towards the wall behind the headboard. 

“Minho’s room is on the other side of this wall, isn’t it?”  you ask.   

“Yes,” he replies, warily.  “Why?”

“Let’s pretend to have noisy sex.”

“What!”  He sits upright too, the cuffs jingling again.

“We can bang the headboard against the wall,” you add.

“What the hell is that supposed to accomplish, you idiot?”

“Two things,” you say.  “One: that we have clearly resolved our differences through the release of sexual tension.  And two: if we are exceptionally noisy about it, it will piss him off enough to want to separate us again.” 

“That is a terrible plan,” he says, which is not a rejection.  “Besides there’s no sexual tension between us.  There’s no way he’d believe it.”

“Well then,” you say, leaning closer to his face, “you better put on a believable performance to make up for it, hm?” 

You expected him to lean back but he didn’t move, so you find yourself nose-to-nose and locked in a staring contest.  It is so quiet that you can hear every intake of breath.   His gaze goes from your eyes to your lap and back again, jaw clenching.

“Fine,” he says.  “I’m only willing to try because I’d rather chew off my hand than spend the night with you—”

“I mean, you can try that too,” you say. 

“Shut up.”  He grabs the collar of your jacket and jerks you around.  “Just get down.”

“Uh, get down?” You push when you realize he is trying to wrestle you onto your back.  You lift your joined hands off the bed so he loses his balance.  “You get down. I’m on top.”

“Can you relax?” he says, scrambling back upright.  “We’re not actually having sex, you uptight weirdo.”    

“Yeah, but do you think those skinny arms can push this headboard against the wall?”

“I think these skinny arms can push you off the bed.” 

“I think those skinny arms will find themselves following.” 

You tussle for a good minute, pushing at each other’s faces and tugging each other’s shirts.  Your physical strength overpowers his but he isn’t hindered by a stupid leather jacket.   Already a bit sweaty and exhausted, you surrender with an aggravated huff. 

“Fine, try it then,” you say, flopping on your back.  You stubbornly cross your arms, trapping his cuffed hand in your arm. 

“Let me go,” he says, trying to wrest his arm back. 

“I’m not doing anything.  Ahh, stop that!”

He tires to lick you.  Tongue out, he dives at your head.  He only stops when you snatch his glasses off his face, at which point he climbs on top of you to try and grab them back. 

“Stop it. This is so immature,” he says, stretching to reach your own outstretched arm.

“Immature?” you ask, aghast.  “You were trying to lick me!”

“That was different.”

“How?”  

“Because you suck,” he says. 

He manages to get his glasses back.  He sticks out his tongue as he puts them on his face. 

You tussle a little more, shuffling around and swiping at each other.  Eventually you get to the middle of the bed with him still straddling your hips.  Your cuffed arm lifts when he grips the headboard with both hands.  He strains for one pitiful push.  His hair bounces but the headboard barely hits the wall. 

You lift an eyebrow. 

“Shut up,” he says.

“I didn’t say anything,” you reply.

“I can hear your ugly face.”

“That’s a you problem.”

He ignores you and braces himself to push on the headboard again.  All the beds are extravagantly woodworked pieces, the headboards dense and heavy.  Despite the proximity to the wall, you are not surprised it takes effort to actually make the bed bounce.  

Seungmin, to his credit, does not give up easily.  He braces his shoulders, but this time when he pushes he rocks with his whole body.  

Unfortunately, this does drag almost all his weight against the toy in your pants.  You are wearing the kind of underwear designed to support a toy, the base of it separated from your clit by only a strip of fabric.  When he rocks against you, it grinds there, and your hands instinctively fly to grab his hips.

It knocks him a bit off balance because your cuffed hand drags his down too.  He puts that hand over yours, cupped around his hip, and glares down at you. 

“What the hell was that?” he asks. 

You let go of his hips immediately. 

“Nothing,” you say.

He looks at you with a scrutinizing eye, then looks down, then up again.   You hold his gaze unflinchingly, at least until he rocks again and a little spark of heat goes off inside you. 

“Can you feel that?” he asks.  He asks it matter-of-factly, peering down at you from behind his big round glasses, sitting comfortably in his stupid pyjamas. 

“Yes,” you speak in as steady a voice as you can, because you will not show weakness first.   “There are only a couple positions where I can feel it strongly.  This… is… one of them.” 

“Wow,” he says.  He looks genuinely reflective for a minute, then he grins one of his evil grins.  “So… you can feel when I do this?”  He puts his free hand on the middle of your chest and leans forward so he grinds against you at a different angle, his own bulge pushing against yours. 

“Ohmyff—”  You grab his hips again, freezing him while he snickers above you.  “Dude.” 

“Just checking,” he says.  He grabs the headboard and pushes again.  The thud is a soft one. 

You clench your jaw, annoyed and wound up.  You grab his waist and roll over in one fluid motion, knocking some wind out of him when you thump him on his back.   His thighs clench instinctively to hold onto your hips, his legs still around your waist when you grab the headboard and shove it several times in a row.  

His cuffed arm is above his head, hand dangling under your grip on the headboard.  His glasses are askew from the flip, his legs still open around yours.  He stares at you, however crookedly through the tilted glasses.  Your breathing is heavy in the quiet room.  He swallows.

You break the silence with a pointed, “Well?”

“Well, what?” he asks just as roughly. 

“Moan or yell or something.  Whatever you normally do in bed.”

“I’m normally quiet.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you say dryly.  “Since that mouth never stops.”  

“Why don’t you moan?” 

“Because I’m in charge of bed pushing.”  To make your point, you rock the bed some more, pushing slightly against him with the motion.  The headboard hits the wall for a few rhythmic thumps. 

He fixes his glasses with his free hand, still frowning at you.  That hand freezes on his glasses when you shrug your coat off your free arm, too hot to keep wearing it.  It will only get caught on the handcuffs if you push it down the other arm so you leave it hanging off your shoulder.  You put your hand back on the headboard, muscles flexing with the next shove.   His eyes go to your arm. 

“Well?” you say.  

He looks at you.  It’s a cold, unfeeling stare, followed by an annoyed puff of a breath. 

Then he makes a sound, a small, rough moan in the back of his throat.   You are certain only you can hear it.   He looks right at you while doing it, legs still accommodating your shape, on his back with an open mouth while glaring at you despite the noises.

It is, in a word, hot.  Hot as fucking hell.  Oh god.  You are not getting turned on by Kim Seungmin.  Absolutely not. 

He moans again, closing his eyes and shifting with the next push, as if he can really feel it.   He cants his hips and falls back again.  He moans one more time.

Ah, you think.  Fuck. 

You stop shoving the bed for a second, breathless and not from exertion. 

You clear your throat.  Seungmin is still staring at you.  You stare back, then your gaze drifts.  The leather jacket starts to slip down your shoulder so you tug it back up.  You gulp. 

“You’re hard,” you say, a very basic observation.  His soft pyjama pants leave little to the imagination.

He drops his legs from around your waist, but you are between his thighs so he can’t quite close them.  He plants his feet on the bed and glares up at you. 

“So are you,” he says.

“Mine’s not real,” you say.  

“Ohh, so now it’s not real?”  He rolls his eyes.  “Sorry, I can’t keep up with Schrodinger’s dick.” 

“You know what I mean, smartass.”  

“If anything yours is more real,” he says.  “Your dick is more deliberate than mine.  I can’t control my hard-on but you put one there on purpose.” 

That logic is a weirdly difficult to argue.  You try to think of a witty comeback but your brain is more than a little fried. 

“So,” is all you say, at a loss. 

He stares up at you for another second, then pushes himself upright.  You let his cuffed hand lead yours, at least until you realize he is bringing his hands to the button of your jeans.  You seize his cuffed hand and tug it away. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks contemptuously.  He even snarls. 

Despite the viciousness, he dives in without waiting for an answer.  He uses his free hand as a guide, but otherwise he leans forward and clamps his teeth around the button.  He works it open quickly, then takes the zipper in his mouth and yanks it down. 

You let go of his hand, surprised.  He uses both hands to fish the toy out of your pants. 

He balks at it. 

“You walked around with this all night?” he asks, looking up at you. 

Fuck.  It is literally right by his face.  It looks obscene.  Your figures twitch with the urge to cup his chin. 

“Yes,” you answer in a low voice.  “It’s my preferred method of, uh, action.”

“Action,” he repeats, smiling like the word is a hilarious punchline.  He even cackles a little.  “Action,” he repeats.  “Not ‘making love?’”  His tone is drole. 

“Not really the making love type,” you say. 

“Wow,” he says.  His eyes flick to your toy dick, just millimeters from his face.  He pushes his glasses up his nose.  He glances up at you with that evil smile.   “Same,” he says. 

Then suddenly he has his mouth wrapped around the end of it, looking up at you as he sucks on it. 

For a second, you think you have gone completely insane, because you swear you can feel it.  Your clit and pussy and every other body part rears to life with sudden, unbidden arousal. 

“Jesus fucking—” you start.

He pops off your dick with a wet sound.   He licks his lips. 

“Hmm,” he says, eying it thoughtfully.  “Tastes funny.   Could you feel that?”

“Kinda,” you squeak.  “In a way.”

“Got it.” 

Is this even turning him on?  His dick is filling out his pyjama pants so you think so, but he is also approaching the entire thing like it can be hacked through a scientific algorithm.   He studies the toy with a lot of scrutiny, as if he is calculating the mechanics of it. 

“You don’t have to—” you start, but then suddenly his mouth is back on the end of it, his free hand is in the middle of it, and he is pushing it back against you, clearly having figured out you can feel the part against your clit.  He grinds it there, up and down, bobbing his head and staring up at you. 

It is usually fairly difficult to reach orgasm this way but he takes you the edge in an almost terrifying speed run, then abruptly stops.  He takes in a deep breath, a huge wad of spit connecting his lips to the end of the toy.

“Did that do something?” he asks, wiping his mouth. 

Your jacket slips down your arm and catches on the handcuffs.  You stare at him.

“Uhhh…” you say, voice guttural.  “Yes.” 

He grins, looking immensely satisfied with himself. 

“That wasn’t so hard,” he says.  “I thought it would be more complicated.  I’m guessing gravity works in your favour when someone sits on it?” 

Yes, that is your brain spilling out of your ear in a big, mushy goop. 

“Uh, yeah,” you say.  “Yeah.”  What the fuck else are you supposed to say? 

He suddenly narrows his eyes at you, his regard suspicious even while he starts jerking the toy with his free hand. 

“How do I know you’re not lying?” 

You show him the only way that makes sense, leading his cuffed hand to your pants and nudging the toy aside so he can slip his fingers past it.  He freezes completely when he feels how turned on you are, looking up at you as he returns his now wet fingers to himself. 

“Oh,” he says.  He looks at his fingertips.  “I see.” 

Then he grins at you and puts his fingers in his mouth. 

“Right,” you say.  “Got it.” 

You grab him and put him on his back again, reaching immediately for his waistband.  You have barely grasped the material when you are suddenly shoved back, his foot planted squarely in the middle of your chest. 

“Slippers first,” he says.  

He is just being difficult.  You know that, but you indulge the little brat anyway, glaring at him while removing his stupid slipper.  You toss it behind you and he switches feet, shoving his other one in the same spot.  He smiles at you, leaning back on his elbows at tapping his slippered toes against your heart.   You shake your head but remove that one too.  Before he can try any more funny business, you grab him under the knee and push his knees back to his chest.  His glasses slip a little again.  His cuffed hand can’t leave yours, hooked under his knee, so his free hand awkwardly reaches up to fix them. 

“Careful,” he says, like you’ve been the unreasonable one in any way, shape, or form. 

“I’ll try,” you say dryly, then reach for his waistband. 

You get the material barely shuffled past his hips when your jaw falls open. 

“Hold on,” you say, fingers reaching for his twitching dick.   “No way.  No way.” 

Kim Seungmin.  Blazer-and-tie good boy.  Pristine socialite.   Arrogant snob.   High society darling.   Spoiled brat.  Good boy.  Good boy.   Good boy. 

He has a classically beautiful piercing on the head of his dick. 

He opens his mouth to speak, his expression revealing it is about to be some mouthy retort, but it turns into a gasp when you run your thumb up and over, teasing at it, gathering a not-inconsiderable amount of precum and stroking the whole length of him. 

“Aren’t you pretty,” you say, circling the most sensitive cluster of nerves with your thumb.   It makes his thighs twitch and his shoulders shake. 

“S-surprised?” he asks. 

“Honestly, yeah,” you admit. 

He looks very satisfied with that, grinning at you.  That evil smile drives you crazy so you flash a grin of your own then dive down. 

His fake moans were pretty close to his real ones, but his real ones are louder as you expected.  He has to bite his fist to keep the sound down.  You rise, wiping at your mouth and glaring at him. 

“Louder,” you say.  “Remember?”

“Oh, right.”  He drops his hand.  “Your stupid plan.  Okay.  Continue.”  He waves you onward like a prince, thumping his head back on the pillows. 

He is so annoying.  He really does have a pretty dick, though.  Drawing real moans out of him is more fun than arguing over fake ones, and he makes some exceptionally lovely sounds when you put your mouth on him.  He starts gasping when he gets close, his face scrunching up, but he grabs your head and stops before he gets there fully. 

You look at him with a questioning eyebrow lift but move when he nudges you.  He gets on his knees so you are kneeling in front of each other, then he guides your hand back to his dick at the same time he curls his fingers around the base of your toy.  

Your eyes are heavy-lidded and your mouths are close together but not touching.  It feels like another contest, to see who will give in and kiss the other person first, even while your hands are way past that stage. 

Fuck it, you think when he gets a bit whiny, breathing hard against your lips.  You clasp your free hand around his neck and drag him close for a kiss.  It makes him come, his back locking and mouth opening under yours.  He wouldn’t be Seungmin if he didn’t try and turn a kiss into a fight, licking at you with messy intensity.  The rapid back-and-forth of his tongue coupled with his skilled hand takes you over the edge too. 

You get a bit euphorically giggly when you come, smiling against his mouth. 

Seungmin turns unexpectedly clingy, putting his free arm around your neck and burying his face in your shoulder.  He holds so tightly that you fall, flopping onto the bed with him still nestled against you.  

You lay there for a bit, him still hiding, your heavy breathing slowing to a more normal cadence.  Eventually he lifts his head and exhales.  He adjusts his crooked glasses then grins. 

“I won,” he says.

“You can’t win at sex,” you reply.

“Yes you can, and I just did.  Don’t be a sore loser.”

“Oh my god.” 

Your exchange passes with far less animosity than usual.  You still side-eye each other while dealing with your respective dicks.  It’s a little easier for him to pull up his pants one-handed than it is for you to wrestle a toy out of an O-ring, but you do succeed.  You let it roll off the edge of the bed, watching and listening as it thumps onto the floor. 

You look over Seungmin who was watching too.  When you make eye contact, you both start laughing.  It turns the whole scene into an unusually affectionate one.  Figuring you might as well commit, you hold his cuffed hand in your own.  He rolls closer, eying you with those perpetually mischievous eyes.

Then suddenly the bedroom door flies open.  It smashes into the wall, startling both of you. 

Minho walks up to the bed and chucks the keys at you, glares, then turns and leaves the room.  He slams the door shut behind him. 

You and Seungmin look at each other then down at the keys. 

“Told you,” you say. 

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

He licks your cheek unprompted, then unlocks the cuffs while you complain and wipe your face.  It has you so distracted that you are a second too late realizing he has another dastardly plan in mind. 

Your wrist is still cuffed.  He takes the now empty half and clasps it around one of the intricate loops in the headboard.   You tug on it then look at him. 

“Kim Seungmin,” you say. 

“Kim Seungmin,” he repeats in that mocking voice, grinning as he climbs up over you. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask, trying not to smile at his wicked grin as he starts kissing under your chin and down your chest.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks.  “I’m winning.”

even though you’re slurring your words a small voice inside your head warns you not to be this careless, not with a stranger like him. but the booze and his wandering hands got you dripping and needy. he flips your skirt up and hikes your legs around his waist, sinking the head of his thick cock inside your twitching hole. 

he stills, and it’s only then you register your error. 

“how does that feel, baby?” his teeth nibble at your earlobe while he shallowly thrusts inside your cunt. “feels good?” 

it feels like fucking heaven and hell at the same time. the head of his cock is enough to provide the kind of delicious stretch that only leaves you craving more. and judging by the smirk on his face you walked right into his trap.

“imagine how good it’d feel if i’d push all the way in,” he whispers into your ear. “you’d be so full. you’d like that, don’t you?”

“n-no,” you stammer. it’s an obvious lie. he should pull out right now before it’s too late.

“god, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans. “could slide right in. bet you won’t even try to stop me, such a good girl you are—and good girls deserve to get fucked.”

“please don’t—” you protest weakly, eyes rolling back when he shoves his full length inside your throbbing pussy. his cock hits that sweet spot hidden deep between your walls every time his hips slam into yours, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess as he fills you up completely. 

“So we can’t have sex for a month and then I can take you to that AirBnB your sister recommended,” Seungmin explained. He usually talked about weird things after spending an afternoon with the boys—but this might be a new record.

“I thought you were gonna take me there anyway for New Year’s?” You tilted your head to the side. Seungmin wasn’t one to forget plans you two made.

“I was, I mean—I am,” he corrected quickly, “this way I get to take you twice.”

“You could take me twice without having to play this stupid game,” you offered. He nodded, biting on his lip as he blinked at you—his bangs moving into his eyes.

“You don’t wanna do it? Because I’ll tell them they can go f—“

“—no, I wanna play,” you all but pouted, “if anything it would be funny. I don’t think any of them have dealt with as many tours as us. We’re practically pros at months without sex.”

Seungmin frowned his eyebrows at you, a look between disgust and concern painting his face. However, you weren’t wrong.

You’ve been together for more than two years, the longest in your group of friends and you’ve dealt with a lot of time apart from each other. At first it was hard, and then it got easier, and then it got hard again. But after going through more than three months without seeing your boyfriend in person (twice) you really didn’t even consider one month without sex so big of a challenge. When you explained all that to him, he laughed.

“Yeah, I said to them it can’t be that hard.”

“Well some of them are in their honeymoon phase still, they’re probably going at it like bunnies.”

“Speaking of,” Seungmin said, his face growing serious, “if we lose to Minho I will kill someone.”

“Okay,” you patted his shoulder, “we won’t lose, pups.”

“I don’t care if we do! But just not to him,” he emphasised.

“I’ll remind you of that if you’re ever close to breaking, then,” you nodded dutifully.

“Thanks, bubs,” he said softly, kissing you before he finally pressed play on your nightly Netflix marathon.

One by one Seungmin reported the boys losing. First it was Jisung (which surprised absolutely no one) and then it was Jeongin (which made you sigh in relief that he finally spoke up about his feelings) and then it was Hyunjin.

Just like that, almost two weeks have passed.

You weren’t counting. You only knew it was two weeks because Seungmin came over to help you with the groceries.

You lived alone—or rather, Seungmin lived with you when he was tired of the boys and then went back to them when you were tired of him—and so you didn’t need much in your house. You hadn’t had the chance to do any shopping this week since you mainly ate at work with how busy it was getting closer to the end of the year, and Seungmin finally decided to drag you out when he saw the two week old cartoon of milk still in your fridge.

“I’ll clean the fridge,” he offered since he knew you hated doing it, “and you make the list.”

He pulled the stool in front of the fridge and plopped down, already getting rid of the expired products

“Anything else, boss?” You rolled your eyes at him, but squeezed his shoulder in appreciation nonetheless.

He looked up at you, pursing his lips forward as he scrunched his eyes closed.

You leaned down to kiss him, exaggerating the noises as you rubbed his cheek.

“You’re very cute, pups,” you smiled at him.

“And you’re a slob, bubs,” he countered, showing you the very unappealing looking fruit you left in the drawer.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you brushed him off, sitting on the ground next to him as he worked.

You looked at his concentrated face carefully, taking a moment to appreciate the simplicity you got to enjoy with your boyfriend.

“Stop eye-fucking me,” he said simply.

“I was not doing that! I was just enjoying the domesticness,” you argued.

“That is not a word,” he countered without looking away from his task.

“It’s a feeling though,” you shrugged.

He looked over at you, his judgemental eyes staring you down for only a moment before they softened. “So you were having happy thoughts?”

“Is that allowed?”

“Of course it’s allowed,” he giggled, “I just thought you’d start getting horny soon.”

“And why’s that?” You challenged raising your eyebrows.

“Well, it’s usually two weeks after I leave that you start calling me all desperate,” he explains his logic. You chuckle.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, baby,” he starts, fingers raised towards his ear in the shape of a phone as his voice raises up to mimic yours, “I miss you so much, I’m so needy, please Minnie,”

“First of all,” you point at him, “I do not sound like that. And second, do I really need to remind you of the time you sexted me from the airplane to America?”

“That was a different situation,” he shrugged.

“How is me missing you after two weeks worse than you getting on the Mile High club by yourself after like four hours apart?”

“I wasn’t by myself, you were with me,” he explained as he closed the fridge.

“I was on the phone,” you counter.

“You were there in spirit. You’re always with me when I touch my dick.”

You blinked at him. “Uh, aww?”

He giggled, finally standing up and offering his hands to you. “Come on, let’s go.”

Walking through the grocery store was a familiar routine with Seungmin. He’d roll the trolley down the aisles as you’d gather the items around, keeping a slow leisurely pace so you wouldn’t have to rush around him. Occasionally he’d roll by something he wanted and grab at it, easily plopping it into the rest of the pile.

You were glad it was getting cold again, because that meant Seungmin wore one of his many oversized hoodies—grabbing the products between his sweater paws.

More than once you had to halt his stroll just to kiss his lips softly.

“You are getting horny,” he commented after the third time.

“I’m not,” you chuckled at him, “you just look very very cute like this.”

“With a hoodie that’s covered in the smell of your old mouldy food?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Can you never just take a compliment?”

“Can you never just take the loss? You got horny first, admit it,”

“I don’t remember that being part of the bet,” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“It was implied,” he shrugged, pushing the trolley down to the cereal aisle.

You decided to seal the bickering with a small slap on his shoulder, to which he naturally replied with sticking his tongue out to you.

When you stopped next to him to place the cereal in the trolley, he kissed your cheek.

“What else?”

“Shampoo,” you directed him towards the toiletry aisle.

There was a new brand on the shelf, and the bottle looked fancy, so you stood for a few minutes as you debated the now new option with your boyfriend.

He tried to explain to you that all of these were the same anyway, they just smell different, but that was of no interest to you. You had to pick the best shampoo.

Seungmin retired from the debate, using his time to try and catch a new Pokémon on his phone.

He rarely played it, and he wasn’t at all invested in the game like his friends were, but you were taking your time and he didn’t want to be too impatient.

When you finally decided to stick to the brand you always used, Seungmin got back to his slow stroll, absentmindedly grabbing a pack of condoms and throwing it in the pile.

“Why?” You chuckled at him.

“Because we’re out,” he deadpanned.

“And the bet?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Oh, shit,” Seungmin chuckles, “sorry, that was an instinct. We don’t need these.”

He picked up the small red pack, carefully placing it back on the shelf.

“I don’t understand why we need them anyway,” you start casually. It was something you thought about recently, when Seungmin stopped everything you were doing because he couldn’t find any condoms in the dorm. He later blamed Felix for that—but you were honestly just thankful for the early night on that particular occasion.

Still, you felt you’ve been together for a long enough time for that to not matter to him as much as it did.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s not like we sleep with other people so I don’t understand why you insist on them so much,” you shrug.

“So, what, I should just get you pregnant then?” He scoffs at you.

You roll your eyes, approaching him with a sigh. You know he knows you take birth control—he’s the one who insisted on having an alarm on his phone too to make sure you don’t forget a day. He knows about your habit of turning off alarms instead of snoozing them.

You also know he knows you didn’t start taking the pills for your sex life but rather to make your periods more regular—but you still thought it might ease his strict view on condoms.

Still, he gave you the perfect opportunity to tease him and so you seize it, in the form of grabbing the front of his hoodie and pouting at him.

“Seungmin, please,” you mock the voice he used before by your fridge, “please put a baby inside me.”

His eyes gap.

“Dumbass,” you push at his shoulders. “You can’t. I’m on birth control and you’re the one who makes sure I never miss one.”

Seungmin remains completely still.

“You’re supposed to be the smart one,” you ruffle his hair before turning your back to him, making your way down the aisle to look for any beauty products on offer.

Once you leave his vicinity, Seungmin lets out a big breath.

He looks down at his crotch, thankful he wore black jeans today as he could feel himself growing harder and harder the more he repeated your words in his head.

You’ve never said anything like that to him before and the more he thought about it, the more he imagined you saying that while he was fucking you and not in front of a million bottles of shampoo. Then he realised he was leaking in his boxers.

When you ran back to him with a happy skip in your step, showing him the lipstick that was half price he simply smiled at you, nodding wordlessly.

As you cuddled up to him when the pair of you got into bed that night—Seungmin still couldn’t get your voice out of his head. He knew himself well and as much as he wanted to blame his body’s reaction on the fact that he simply didn’t cum for two weeks he knew that wasn’t true. It had nothing to do with that and everything to do with the thought of getting to cum inside you.

He never even considered it before—always going by the very important rule that sex should always involve protection, even if it was with the girl he knew he was going to eventually marry. And even when you told him about your birth control he didn’t consider not using condoms anymore an option. It would be dirty that way, and birth control wasn’t a guarantee, and if anything that just meant that you were using one more method of protection.

But now—his mind didn’t care how dirty it was. All he wanted was to feel you raw.

He wanted to make you beg for his cum, he wanted to make you say that again, tell him to put a baby inside you. Then he wanted to push you more, fuck you so many times your pussy was too full of his cum that he could barely keep his dick inside you.

He was fully hard now.

He groaned silently to himself, willing his brain to stop thinking about this and focus on literally anything else.

At least you were already sleeping—or else you’d be teasing him endlessly about being the one to actually get horny first.

Changbin. Chan. Felix.

“And Minho?” You asked, almost hopefully after Seungmin recalled the traumatic evening of Felix losing.

“No way,” Seungmin clicked his tongue, “that menace is strong.”

You knew from Minho’s girlfriend that they were definitely not having sex—but with barely a week left you wanted him to just break already so Seungmin would go back to normal.

Just like you didn’t expect Felix to last as long as he did, you didn’t expect Seungmin to not even help you cum.

Changbin’s now girlfriend was practically gloating when she retold the story to you at the last game night. All about how “giving” Changbin was before he officially lost.

You also heard from Han’s girlfriend.

It was the only time you hated how close you girls were—having to hear from each one of them how great they were all doing in that department. But it was okay. They’ll all see the Instagram posts from your romantic retreat and that would be your victory.

Still, whenever you asked Seungmin if he could at least touch you he stopped kissing you—saying he knew he wouldn’t control himself if he did that. At first you tried teasing him about it, but it stopped being fun when he simply said no and wouldn’t even tease you back.

There was only one occasion in which he indulged you, sometime before Chan lost, when he walked in on you taking care of the problem by yourself.

“I bought you that dildo for when I’m away, not when I’m in the next room practising,” he tried scolding you, but it wasn’t at all intimidating when his eyes didn’t leave your pussy once.

“Pups, I’m sorry but I’m desperate,” you whined, getting increasingly annoyed at the interruption.

“What about us being in it together? If I can’t cum you shouldn’t be allowed to either,” he tried.

You scoffed.

“You need me,” he added, realising his first argument did not take.

“The only thing I need you for is to make a baby. Other than that I can do everything by myself,” you smiled innocently.

You expected Seungmin to say a variety of things, knowing him so well you practically predicted his retorts before he said them. But you did not expect him to growl at you before he rushed onto the bed, grabbing your chin and kissing you until you couldn’t breath.

At one point he grabbed the dildo from you and fucked you with it until you came more times than you could count.

He made no smug remarks afterwards, just took care of you and then he went for a very long walk.

After that, Seungmin spent most nights at the dorm.

November 30th

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend as he entered your apartment, bringing the cold air in with him.

“Pups, your face is freezing!” You yelped, before bringing your hands onto his cheeks to warm him up.

Seungmin showed his gratitude by trying to lick your hands.

You kicked his leg lightly before you ushered him inside, sitting him down on the couch.

“Order what you want,” you told him, handing over your phone as you brought your blanket out into the living room.

You didn’t even need to verbalise Seungmin was staying over tonight. You both knew as soon as the clock hit midnight (five hours to go) he would take you for as long and as hard as he could—just like he did whenever he’d come back home after a long time apart.

So until then you’d watch a movie, and maybe talk a bit, and maybe kiss until it was time.

“Done,” he said as the food order was confirmed.

“Oh! I’ll be right back!” You clapped enthusiastically, retreating to your room to grab the very important item still in your possession.

Seungmin squinted his eyes at you when he noticed you were hiding something behind your back—while failing to hide the grin on your face.

When you sat down beside him, grin unstoppable, you eagerly handed him the laminated coupon you saved for this very moment.

One Seungmin Serenade - to be redeemed monthly (T&Cs apply)

Said T&Cs were written on the back in Seungmin’s handwriting, such as “bubs cannot record them” and “don’t ask the same song twice” and “i’m not learning a new song for you” and “if you ask for one after redeeming this then you get no serenades at all don’t test me” and “one (1) additional coupon available on your birthday because i’m nice and unfortunately i love you”.

Seungmin groaned when he saw the ticket, grabbing it from your hands quickly.

“I was really hoping you forgot about it this month,”

“No, I was saving it for this very day,” you grinned.

“I hate that you laminated it,” he shook his head, “you’re a dork.”

“Perhaps,” you shrugged, “but you’re contractually obliged to sing for this dork.”

“You don’t look like PD nim to me,” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Pups,” you said, as seriously as you could master, “this was your idea.”

“I thought it was stupid enough for you to not agree,” he defended.

“Then you underestimated just how far I’ll go to hear you sing.”

“Let me introduce you to an amazing app,” he said, pulling his phone out and tapping around it, “its called Spotify and if you search Stray K—“

“Kim Seungmin!”

His mouth gapped lightly.

“Not my legal name,” he muttered as he turned the coupon around in his hand.

“As the girlfriend I shouldn’t even have to use your dorky coupon idea and you should sing me to sleep every night—“

“—doesn’t work that way—“

“—you did that when we started dating,” you protested.

“Yeah,” he smirked, “to get in your pants. And after that worked I no longer need to do it every night.”

You slapped his chest, laughing as you said, “do you wanna go another full month, Kim Seungmin?”

“Why are you full naming me?”

“Honour my coupon!” You shoved at his shoulders, biting back your smile as Seungmin’s own smile took over his face.

“Okay, okay,” he grabbed your hands, stopping you from shaking him any longer, “pick your song.”

“Ghost,” you smirked.

“Ahh,” he pointed his finger at you, smirking right back, “you picked that in August so you can’t pick it again.”

“But I have this,” you raised your eyebrows for a moment, revealing one more coupon.

Free Pass - allows bubs to break a rule

“You can’t just make your own free pass!” He scoffed.

“Turn it over,” you all but wink.

Free Pass - allows pups to ask for anything

“Anything?” He blinked at you. “Like, sexual or..?”

“It can be sexual, if I’m comfortable with it,” you nod.

“No, yeah, of course.” Seungmin stared at the card, chuckling lightly when he sees the heart above the i.

“I can use it tonight?” You nod. “Okay. Then Ghost.”

Seungmin opens his phone, finding a karaoke video of the song. You place your head on his lap, like it always is when he sings to you, and close your eyes.

His voice surrounds you, his fingers in your hair, his stomach moving against your head as he takes in deep breathes before the higher notes.

When the song is over and the silence takes over the room again you lift your head up from his lap, wordlessly climbing into it as you wrap your arms around him.

His voice always makes you emotional, especially when he sings only for you, so he’s used to the Koala like hold you have on him once he’s done singing.

He simply rubs your back, indulging in the feeling of you so close as you calm down.

He isn’t used to what you say next.

“Pups?”

“Mhm?”

“When we have a baby will you sing them to sleep every night?”

He coughs. “Not every night. I’m not a wind up monkey.”

Good cover, he thinks to himself, but it’s taking every muscle in his body to calm his heart from how fast it’s beating.

“I’ll give you a baby and you can’t sing the poor thing to sleep?”

Focus.

“I think I need to give you a baby first,” he chuckled, swallowing as soon as the words leave his mouth. Wrong this to say, he knows, because now his dick is very interested in the conversation.

You notice instantly.

“Sorry, am I too close?” You offer, lifting one of your legs up to climb off his lap. Seungmin stops you quickly.

“No, no, it’s fine.”

“There’s only a few hours left, pups,” you smile, kissing his jaw softly.

“We’ll eat and then watch whatever you want and then officially win this bet,” he smiles back, rubbing his thumbs against your hips, “sounds good, bubs?”

You nod.

“Then we can start working on that baby you won’t sing for,” you roll your eyes dramatically—just in case your boyfriend doesn’t get that you’re joking.

“W-what?” Seungmin swallows, his mouth completely dry now and he doesn’t think it’s from the singing.

“I was joking,” you say quickly. “I’m still on birth control.”

“Yes, I know you’re on birth control, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Not my legal name,” you mock him.

He squeezes your hips as he looks down between your bodies, trying his hardest not to roll you against him.

“Can we, uh, I wanna,” he huffs, “let me tell you what I wanna use my pass for now just in case you’re not comfortable with it.”

“Okay,” you let the subject change slide.

Until you realise it’s not a subject change at all.

“Since when do you have a breeding kink?” You ask him once he tells you what it is he wants.

“It’s not a breeding kink,” he shakes his head at you.

“Pups, you want me to beg you for a baby while having sex. That is literally the definition.”

“I don’t want a baby now, I just wanna fuck you raw,” he tried to downplay it, he isn’t even sure why. Seungmin knows you aren’t judging him, you never do, but he never wanted something so badly before—and you saying no might actually drive him crazy. He wants to be gentle about this.

“Fine then be more specific,” you try, “do you just want to try it with no condom or do you actually want me to say the words?”

“The words,” he confesses slowly.

“And what words exactly?” You try, wanting to make sure you get his wish right. “Is it just ‘put a baby in me’ or is it like ‘I want your cum’ or something different like ‘paint my cunt’—“

“—shut the fuck up, Y/N,” he groans loudly, lifting his hips off the couch eagerly as his head falls back. He squeezed the top of your thighs incredibly tight.

“Right. So all of the above,” you note with a nod.

Just as Seungmin is certain he’s going to drag your body against his cock the doorbell rings, making you lift off him easily as you grab the food from the delivery man.

You calmly grab the food out the bags, grabbing plates and cutlery as you distribute the food between the plates.

Seungmin gets up from the couch and walks straight towards you.

“You’ll get the food in a sec, pups,” you chuckle at him.

Seungmin grabs your hands, halting your movements as he takes a step closer to you.

“Can we eat later?”

“Like, after the movie?” You blink at him.

“No,” he says, eyes dark and focused on you. It sends a chill down your legs. “After I fuck a baby into you.”

“Minnie,” you sigh, unable to ignore the way you felt his words deep in your core, “it’s almost nine. Do you really wanna lose so close to the end?”

“I don’t care,” he starts, grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards, allowing him to plant open kisses on your skin.

“But Minho—“

“—don’t care,” he mumbles into your skin.

“You specifically told me to remind you how you don’t wanna lose to him,” you try, although you aren’t sure what you’re fighting for anymore.

Sure it was Seungmin’s idea, but the thought of him fucking you raw was really fucking hot—and seeing him getting extremely desperate over it was enough to make your panties stick to your body with the wetness now coating them. It didn’t help that you last had sex thirty one days ago.

Still, were you really going to let him give up with so little time left?

“And now I’m specifically telling you to take your clothes off and let me.. what was it… paint your cunt.”

Yeah. You were going to let him give up with so little time left.

You crash your lips into his, swallowing both your moans into the kiss as the pair of you manoeuvre around your flat until you find the bedroom.

It doesn’t matter that you crash into a wall once or twice, or that Seungmin practically jams the doorknob into your back, because soon enough you fall onto the bed with him on top of you, pulling your clothes off like you’re the first sign of water he’s seen after a month in the desert.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you keep kissing—teeth clashing against his braces.

“Ow, fuck,” you groaned, pushing at his shoulders.

Seungmin understood what you needed, lifting himself up by his forearms.

“Let’s slow down for like two seconds,” you sighed, breathing in deeply. He nods, kissing your cheek softly before he takes a moment to catch his breath as well.

You look over at the clock behind him. 21:24.

“Are you sure?” You ask one more time.

“Ask me again and you don’t get to cum tonight at all,” Seungmin said, far too simply.

You groaned.

“Fine, but if I hear you bitch about losing to him once—“

“—mention Minho again and the same applies,” he dips his head between your breasts, wasting no time as he wraps his lips around your nipple. You whine softly, bringing your hands around his neck as you trail your nails up into his hair.

He hums against your bud before he pulls away with a small pop, trailing kisses down your stomach.

“Minnie, skip the fucking foreplay and just fuck me,” you groan. He looks up at you with a smirk but says nothing, instead pulling down his boxers.

You reach out for his dick, wrapping your hand around it and you both moan at the feeling. He’s heavy in your hand, and so warm, and you instantly pull him closer to you, aligning the tip with your entrance.

“You’re fucking eager,” he comments, having the audacity to tease you when you both know he’s the one who lost his patience.

You can’t even think of a rebuttal as he sinks all the way inside you.

You both breath heavily as you adjust to the familiar stretch, Seungmin’s eyes scrunched shut. You know better than to say anything, already feeling him twitch against your walls.

After a few moments he starts moving, much slower than you’d like, eyes still shut.

“This won’t be impressive,” he warns you, already losing his rhythm as his jaw clenchs visibly.

“It’s okay, baby,” you say softly, rubbing his shoulder, “we’ll use the vibe later if you need. Just want you to cum inside me first.”

“Don’t—“ he groans loudly, “—don’t fucking say that or I will seriously cum right now.”

“I won’t judge you for that at all,” you say sweetly, kissing his jaw as he moves closer to you, “this is the first time you’ve felt my cunt raw, Minnie, it’s okay if you lose your mind over how good it feels.”

“Your cunt feels so good like this,” he moans loudly, “so fucking warm.”

You moan at his praise. “Imagine how warm it’ll feel with your cum coating my walls.”

And that’s all it takes for him to groan loudly, pushing in impossibly deeper as you feel his dick twitching inside you—the warm feeling settling deep inside your stomach as he cums.

It’s a lot, his orgasm crashing into him so quickly, and he all but crashes on top of you, his dick still buried inside you.

You kiss his forehead as he calms down, his breath fanning against your chest.

As soon as it starts to even out you open your mouth to speak, to reassure him that you didn’t mind how fast that was, but a yelp replaces whatever words you came up with when Seungmin shoots up and reaches for the drawer in your nightstand.

He easily pulls out your favourite vibe—the one he bought you for your first Valentine’s Day as a couple—and with no warning he presses the toy against your clit.

He’s still inside you and with the vibrations against you, your moans leave you without you even noticing. Soon, Seungmin starts thrusting into you again slowly.

“There you go, beautiful,” he says, eyes fixed on the toy, “gonna let me fuck my cum deeper into you?”

“Fuck, Minnie,” you whine, “baby, please.”

He chuckles cockily, his confidence always skyrockets when he hears you beg for him. He flicks his wrist, moving the vibe from side to side quickly as he slows down his thrusts.

His cock reaches deep inside you, nudging against your most sensitive spot, your wetness and his allowing him to slip in and out so incredibly easily. When he leans down to suck on your collarbone you whine out.

“I’m close, I’m close,” you start chanting, so he turns the setting up on the vibrator—grinning as you all but scream in response.

“Go on, my love, I got you,” he encourages, and with one final deep thrust your walls clench around him tightly.

Seungmin doesn’t pull out, nor does he move the vibrator away from your clit, and after your second orgasm in a row you let out a strangled moan from the overstimulation.

“Off, off, off,” you squirmed, causing your boyfriend to quickly move the toy away from you and turn it off.

Everything around you is sticky and sweaty and wet—the mess between your thighs started to leak a long time ago, pooling on the sheets.

Seungmin planted kisses on your temple, slowly, giving you the time you needed to calm down from the pleasure.

The aftershock of two orgasms made your walls practically flutter, clenching around Seungmin a few times. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed deeply.

“Bubs, you have no fucking idea how good this feels,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Yeah,” you sigh, running your fingers up and down his back soothingly. “It’s a little weird, but it’s also really hot that I can feel it inside me.”

“Yeah,” he kisses your neck. “Wanna keep going?”

You decided whatever Seungmin asked for you’d give him. You decided that the night you realised you loved him, but you decided that all over again when he kept asking if you could keep going—insisting on making you cum at least twice after each one of his, growing fascinated by the way his cum would spill out of your cunt as you came down from your high.

After the fourth round, Seungmin finally tapped out.

He crashed on his back, hand tangled around your shoulders as he filled his lungs with as much air as he could get.

“Holy shit, Minnie,” you chuckle breathlessly.

“Holy shit indeed,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “That’s the best sex we ever had.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you laugh.

You use the very little strength you have to reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

The silence takes over the room when even your breathing becomes quieter—so quiet, in fact, that Seungmin knows you’ve fallen asleep.

“Hey, hey!” He shook your intertwined hands. “Wake up!”

“No,” you mumbled back.

“We have to shower after all that, bubs, wake up.”

“No,” you whined, “sleep.”

“Bubs, there’s cum everywhere. We need to change the sheets and clean you out and drink,” he reminded you, squeezing your hand. He leaned over, carefully, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Eventually you listen to your boyfriend and get up, cleaning yourself and the bed and finally eating the food you ordered. Your hand never leaves his, locked together tightly, as that is the one thing Seungmin asked for as his aftercare and you always made sure to give him exactly that.

When you finally get back into your clean bed—sometime before four in the morning—Seungmin mumbled angrily to himself.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow and that smug asshole can get his stupid win,” he seethes.

“Okay, puppy,” you chuckle at him. The only thing you could think about was the pleasure still tingling around your body, how you’ve known each other for so long and somehow he still managed to surprise you tonight with his stamina, about how hot that all was. But Seungmin was still thinking about the competition.

He kissed your lips sweetly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Thanks for trying that out with me.”

“It was incredible, baby,” you grinned at him, “thanks for getting so horny over the thought of it all.”

Seungmin groaned in response.

When Seungmin woke up around midday he reached for his phone, checking the time. And maybe a part of him was relieved to finally see December on that date.

There were a few notifications waiting for his attention, but he opened the group chat first.

He sighed heavily when he read over Chan’s text that came in at six in the morning, knowing he sent it before he went to sleep and definitely not because he woke up early.