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The future has brought on many amazing things—one of the main ones being robot brothels.

In these establishments, everything is legal, there is no risk of catching an STD (or feelings), and you get exactly what you’ve paid for. And, most importantly, you can ask for anything. People have no shame in admitting they use the sexual services of robots because there is no shame in it—it’s a need they were created to fulfill, after all. Robots are carefully crafted for different professions nowadays, so why not the world's oldest profession? If scientists can make a robot that teaches better than any teacher out there, why couldn’t they do the same with robots that pleasure people?

Even some women you know have paid for a slot with a robot and had no shame about it. All of them have said the same thing: it’s better. You don’t need to go out on a date with the robot and take him home just to realize it can only give you three minutes of sex before it comes and rolls over in bed, as is the case with some men. You don’t need to teach them anything and waste precious time explaining how human female anatomy works. Robots know, most men don’t.

Robots just get the job done. Of course, they are carefully programmed and taught how to pleasure people, so you can get one for any type of need. If you want them to last long, they will. If you want them to get you off quickly, they will. If you want them to dominate you, they know how to. Whatever you pay for, you’re getting. Whatever kind of sick fantasy you have, a robot will perform it for you. After you’re done, you get to click the reset button and this action deletes the last hour or so (depending on the time slot you paid for) from the robot’s hard drive, erasing its memory with you, which means you leave the establishment satisfied and with a secret you don’t share with anyone.

It’s the reset button that makes it possible for robots not to malfunction. The biggest robot flaw used to be their apathy, which bothered people, especially in professions where they worked with humans. So, scientists figured out ways to make them more human-like, to help them understand emotions better, and emulate them. For this purpose, sex worker robots are almost raised as humans. They learn about feelings and the problems that humans face, so by the time they have to start working, they are much warmer than any other robots and, frankly speaking, most humans.

It’s precisely because of this warmth and attachment to people that the sex robots come with a reset button. People often do bad things to them, play out their sickest and most immoral fantasies on them, and if such memories accumulated, the robots would start malfunctioning and would grow colder. That happened a lot before the functionality was introduced—or so you’ve heard. You wouldn’t know any of this firsthand, but you’re about to find out.

You aren’t a person who ever thought she’d go to one of these establishments, but the world is terribly cold and hostile, and you need a specific service. You can’t exactly ask a man, so you pay for an hour slot with a robot and hope you will get what you paid for. After all, all your friends have, and you’re sure your request can’t be that strange. Can it?

After filling out a thorough questionnaire about what kind of a service you want and what type of physique and features you like in a partner, you get assigned to a gorgeous robot named Changbin. You trust the establishment with the pairing completely—you’ve listed everything you wanted in your partner for the hour, and they picked the robot that suits your needs.

So, when Changbin opens the door and lets you walk inside the clean, dimly-lit room you’ve booked, you feel happy and curious to see whether he will deliver. You’re so nervous you don’t even take a good look at the man as you walk past him.

“Hey, I’m Changbin,” he greets, sounding just like a human does, which shouldn’t be a surprise—they’re just like humans. With that, he offers you his hand to shake, which feels strange considering the circumstances and the type of relationship you two have. But, you’d take a handshake over coldness any day. You shake his hand and introduce yourself, to which he smiles. “Such a nice name… There’s no reason to be nervous, trust me.”

How did he—? You stop in your tracks and look at him questioningly, but then remember that, with his training, Changbin probably has a better understanding of people than you do. “I’m… Sorry. It’s my first time here, it’s nothing personal. I just don’t know what to expect.”

“Mhm,” he hums gently, giving you a nod or two before he smiles so softly you think you will melt on the spot. He’s buff and has big strong arms and very soft eyes and curly hair that makes him seem so innocent. He says your name and makes it sound like the prettiest word in the entire world. “You can trust me. Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yeah, I—” You want to say you paid for it so he can do whatever he wants, but you bite your tongue. The guy is just trying to make this less awkward, so you have to play along. “It’s alright.” You weren’t thinking he’d want to have sex instantly, but you’re here for a specific experience, after all.

“Good,” Changbin says and reaches for your face, cupping one cheek with his hand. It feels warm, just like a human’s touch would. He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your skull as he does so. “I know why you’re here, I’ve read your list. So, you don’t need to explain anything. I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Every single thing you asked for. If it’s easier, we can pretend we’re not… us. I’ll be some guy from your life you want to do this with. Use his name instead of Changbin, pretend I’m him. Does that work better?”

“I…” you gulp, completely smitten by the smirk the man gives you. You’d never really thought about a robot sexually—except that one popular actor robot who looks like a Greek god—but now that he’s here in front of you, dark locks falling over his eyes as he smiles, Changbin is the only man that exists for you. 

The thing is, you never really cared about anyone else, which is why you’re here in the first place. Men scare you most of the time, their coldness makes you want to stay single forever, and you never really feel the need to date men. That’s why you asked for warmth here, and they sure delivered. So, you tell him, “Let’s just be us, Changbin. That works better for me.”

He smiles at you and nods slowly, his hand moving from your face down your shoulder and arm until his fingers intertwine with yours. His other hand grabs yours, so you stand there holding hands for a second or two before Changbin leans in and kisses you sweetly. Everything about him is surprisingly gentle, considering he’s big and broad. His lips feel perfect—just like human lips do—and you kiss him back almost hungrily, which makes him chuckle into the kiss. “Want to take things slow or not?”

“Whatever, uh, you— I trust you with this one,” you nod, sounding so confused and lost that he probably pities you, “you definitely know more than I do.”

Changbin winces slightly but then smiles again. “So, you said you wanted oral?”

“On you,” you remind him of the term you’ve listed in the request. 

The truth is, you want to make someone else feel good, you really do. The men you’ve had any kind of sexual interaction before weren’t a good match. If you gave them your mouth, you’d just stand there with your mouth open and they’d fuck into it roughly. There was no pleasure from it, no intimacy, no closeness. You hated it. That was the downside of robot brothels as far as women were concerned—they taught men they could do whatever they wanted, treat women like they were toys, and use them to get their rocks off. After all, that’s what men did to robots before deleting their memories.

So, a man who only knew how to use a mouth or any other hole to pump into for a minute or two before he came wasn’t going to change his behavior just because he was seeing a woman and not a robot. Since you missed warmth, you came to the establishment to experience things men like that would never get you to feel.

“Yeah,” you agree with a nod. There is no need to explain, but you do it anyway. “Don’t want it to be rough or hard.”

Changbin hums again, the sound so calming you close your eyes for a second. Meanwhile, his hand moves down to touch yours, gently pulling it towards his crotch. You give in easily, wanting this to start, wanting to get to touch him. 

When your palm meets his erection, you are more than surprised at how hard he is. Are robots always hard? Or do they also get aroused and go soft when they are not feeling it? You know they can ejaculate, you’ve heard that much. “We’ll go as slow as you want to, I promise… You get to control everything.”

You squeeze his erection when he says that, wanting Changbin to know how thankful you are for his understanding. It’s unbelievable, but this is the first time a man has ever told you anything like that—and he’s not even a man. The bed is right behind you two, and the robot places his hands on your hips and leads you backward until you have no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Does that work?” Changbin asks, and you just nod, goosebumps all over your body at the sight of him undoing the knot on his sweatpants and slowly getting out of them. His tight boxers and shirt soon follow, leaving the robot naked and you drooling.

You’ve seen men naked before, but never like this, never so silky smooth, firm all over. Men nowadays don’t even try—why should they when they can find a robot for cheap and get what they need? Changbin was made this way, you know, but he smells perfect and his body seems to radiate heat—a built-in feature, probably. You can’t have sex with someone who’s completely cold against you, it would ruin the mood. So, he seems like the perfect fit in many ways.

Your hands reach for his waist and run up and down his sides, taking everything in, enjoying how real his skin feels. It’s almost like the real thing, except he’s too kind to be human. “You’re very pretty,” he tells you while he uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, make you face him instead of letting you stare at his firm body. “So gentle.”

“You are too,” you tell him through a whisper, unable to stop staring at his big brown eyes that seem to be taking your face in while his thumb glides over your chin. “So… Handsome. But warm?” You don’t just mean his bodily temperature, and you have an inkling Changbin knows that.

“Men usually aren’t warm?” He questions while his other hand moves down to tug at his dick, get it ready for you. That is when you actually look at his crotch and your mouth instantly salivates. He’s big and thick, everything neatly trimmed, tidy, his cock already hard enough. Someone made him perfect from head to toe.

“Not like this,” you say honestly. A man has never been this sweet, and you’ve been here for just a couple of minutes. But, Changbin’s hand has been on your face the entire time, his touch warm and gentle, calming.

“Want to take it for me?” he asks you, his fingers holding your chin, his cock a couple of inches away from your face, his fingers wrapped around it. While talking to you, he’s getting himself off, and something about that makes you want to scream—it’s just so hot. No one takes their time nowadays, and no one lets you watch them play with themselves like this. “Help me get off?”

You practically whine when you tell him yes and nod eagerly, and Changbin smirks at you. If this is all an act, he’s the best actor alive. You open your lips and he leads the tip of his cock to them, gently smacking your bottom lip with his cockhead. “Look so pretty like this,” he tells you in a low tone, one that makes his voice sound deeper. “Makes me want to come all over your gorgeous face.”

When you hear Changbin say that, you open your mouth and start suckling on the tip gently, wanting to take your time. You don’t need him to come right away. In fact, you prefer it this way—taking things slow, just sucking on the tip first for what seems like minutes before even adding tongue and swirling around it, which makes Changbin kick his head back and grunt.

“So good at it too,” he hums, raking one hand through your hair before he grips it. His touch is never too rough, even when he’s pulling your hair. The hairs on your body stand up with excitement when you imagine him touching you this way while fucking you, so you start bobbing your head against his cock a bit faster, taking more of it in, letting his thick cockhead brush against the roof of your mouth with every movement. “Shit!”

Your hand moves down his body to his balls, and you play with them while taking more and more of his cock. You’re not moving too fast, but Changbin doesn’t seem to mind, judging by all the grunting and hissing going on. His other hand is still on your face, gently caressing it. “Such a good tongue, damn…”

You pull away from him, feeling desire pool in the pit of your stomach, your body reacting to his cock even though it’s nowhere near your crotch. “How do you like it, usually?” you question, even if it’s none of your business. You just want to make him feel good.

“It’s good like this,” he lowers his voice and looks down at you, “you’re doing great.”

“But how do you like it? I want to do it that way,” you insist, and he smiles. That’s all you want—to pleasure someone, to have them show you they like what you’re doing, to share a real moment with another person. “Show me.”

Changbin cups your chin from below and it feels like he has your entire jaw in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he leads his cock to your mouth. “Can I go a bit deeper?”

For a second, you’re afraid they have ruined this amazing man too, that he now only wants to piston into your throat until he comes, that this will be just like everything else. 

But, it’s not. 

When you nod, Changbin slowly pushes into your mouth, grunting as his underside rubs against your tongue. His tip tickles your throat and he pulls almost all the way out and then repeats the motion. It’s nothing like the jack-hammering you’re used to—it’s slow and sensual, and he seems to be enjoying every second of being in your mouth.

You could sit there for hours and watch Changbin make the hottest faces while he pushes into your mouth. Surprisingly, you’re the one who grabs his hips, who pushes them towards your face, who suddenly wants to take more. It’s because of the way he’s groaning and moaning your name, like he’s actually enjoying your touch, and that’s all you want. “Oh fuck, so good for me,” he coos, kicking his head back before moving his gaze down to stare into your eyes. “Fits in you perfectly.”

You let him enter your throat, looking up into his eyes so you can communicate your disapproval in case it gets too much. But, it’s nowhere near that with Changbin. There are no quick movements, no pounding into your mouth, no violence. He eases his dick into you slowly, grunting when he bottoms out, and then he slowly pulls out and mewls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “You’re so good at this too,” he tells you, and a part of you has a feeling he says that to everyone. It’s his job. “Make me want to explode right now.”

His strong hands hold onto your face: one is pressed against your throat, fingers pointing down, while the other is caressing your cheek. There’s nothing on his body, save for the bracelet he’s wearing, and you don’t know where to look first. Everything about this man is perfect, so much that you keep forgetting he’s not a man. Changbin pushes into your throat again and grunts. “I like it when I can feel my dick in you,” he informs you, tapping his fingers against your throat, making you realize why he’s holding his hand there. “Are you okay?”

You hum around his cock and go on for a long time, but you’re not getting tired of it, even when your jaw starts hurting. It’s hard to get tired of such a good-looking guy moaning because of you, praising you, enjoying every second of being inside of you. After a while, though, Changbin moans at you, “Can I come?”

You nod and start bobbing your head again, happy to hear he even wants to come—from what you know, robots technically don’t have to come. It’s learned behavior, like him being kind and gentle. Technically, he could go on for hours like this, let you pleasure him forever and not have an orgasm.

“Yeah?” His voice is suddenly raspy, and the sight of him looking down at you with his mouth open just before he hisses makes you clench hard. “Down your throat?”

When you hum again, Changbin gives you a couple of slow, teasing thrusts before he comes exactly where he said he would, his fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks, his voice getting you even wetter. You’re sticking to your underwear already—this is the hottest sexual experience you’ve ever had. 

Once he’s given you his cum, the man pulls out of your mouth and immediately sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing your face closer to his so he can kiss you gently, slowly, his tongue rubbing yours. You can’t help but pull him in closer and deepen the kiss.

“Fuck,” he mumbles at you and grabs your dress. You let him get it off of you, you let Changbin get rid of your panties, you let him see you naked. With a chuckle, he grabs you, lifts you, and stands up with you in his arms, naked chests rubbing against each other, the feel of his warm skin on yours sending shivers down your spine. Robots can lift basically anything, so you don’t feel bad about him carrying you like that—it’s like lifting a feather in his world.

“You’re—” he mumbles and then grunts, stopping himself. “I, uh… Do you want to—? Can I touch you?”

“Touch me,” you breathe into his mouth and kiss him, and soon enough, his fingers are inside of you, massaging you just right. It’s unfair how good robots are at sex, how easy it is for them to gauge people for reactions, and figure out what works best. It’s unjust but so fucking good.

You’re not used to any of this, to being in someone’s arms like this, legs wrapped around their waist while they finger you and rub your clit at the same time. The fact that he can hold you with one hand shouldn’t be as surprising considering he’s not human. 

Your favorite part about the whole thing is that Changbin is hard—still or again, you’re not sure. “Oh my god,” you stop kissing him and rest your sweaty forehead against his, feeling your entire body short-circuiting because of the way his thumb is playing with your clit. How is it possible to move that fast, it’s almost like a vibrati— You remember that he’s human-made for this exact purpose, that he knows exactly how and where to touch to make women like you blow. “God, Changbin, you— Please, more!”

“Faster? Or harder? Or dick?” Each question sounds terrific because the end result promises more pleasure for you.

“Dick,” you respond, catching yourself by surprise by how needy you sound. Usually, you just want to come, and you don’t care how. Now, you really feel the need to blow while this gorgeous man is inside of you.

Changbin lets go of your crotch and hooks his hands under your bent knees, still holding you up in the air. The strength is more admirable than you thought it would be, but it’s the last thing on your mind when he lets you sink onto his cock and starts moving your entire body. “Fuck yes,” he grunts, kissing you hungrily. “So wet and tight. Fit so well.”

With his hands on your sides, Changbin can easily move you up and down like he’s lifting a toy and not a person. You scream with pleasure when he bottoms out because his shaft rubs right against your g-spot while he stretches you, and you’re almost gone already. “Please, keep going,” you beg, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your body is covered with a layer of sweat, your chests rubbing, making you feel so close to him. “Please, please, I’m so close—”

“I feel it,” he tells you through a grunt and starts moving your body faster. “I know you’re gonna come for me nice and hard, right? Gonna show me how much you liked sucking my dick and having me in your throat, huh? Gonna be good?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head so you close them and go limp in his hands, let him lift you up and pull you onto his cock, let the hard erection sheath between your walls, let him make you squirt over his lower half. The feeling is the most intense thing you’ve had the satisfaction of feeling in your entire life—like a ball of warmth that’s been building up for years has finally released and let pleasure surge through every cell of your body. “Fuck, Changbin, fuck!” is what you manage to moan before you even realize you’re coming, that there’s cum shooting out of you, that you have squirted all over the robot.

“That’s a good girl, give it to me,” he says with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way you’re twisting and turning in his arms while he keeps pushing you onto his cock and then pulling you up, not stopping until your orgasm passes.

“Fuck, there’s so much of it—” you mumble, entire body twitching, legs unable to hold onto his waist any longer.

“Yeah, you gave me so much,” he says, sounding very proud of it. Changbin continues fucking you through it and doesn’t pull out once you’re done. Instead, he eases you onto his cock and wraps his arms around you gently, sits down on the bed, and then lies down with you on top of him, his hands caressing your hair and back, moving down your body and then starting from the top. It’s relaxing, it makes you want to sleep even if your cunt is pulsating around his still hard cock.

“Did you enjoy it?” you ask once you catch your breath, still on top of him, Changbin’s arms keeping you there. For some reason, that’s all you want to know now.

“That’s what you asked for on your list, right?” he challenges with a smirk. Yes, it was—all you wanted was oral and sex, for it to be warm, and for him to enjoy.

“Oh,” you say, clearing your throat and sitting up, finding yourself right against his crotch again, cock still hard. “I meant…” You shut up for a second, realizing you are overthinking it. “I don’t know what I meant. ”

This is Changbin’s job. He probably doesn’t enjoy fucking random women and giving them precisely what they want time and time again on command. Why would he enjoy this? He’s a robot, but nowadays, they have feelings too. God knows what his actual preferences are and whether he enjoys any of it at all. Does anyone even ask?

“No, no, no…” Changbin sneaks an arm around your waist and sits up so you’re face to face again. Sitting on his lap completely naked feels terrifyingly close but something is keeping you there. Maybe it’s the warmth of… everything—his body, his arms around you, his eyes, his voice. “That’s not what I meant. I did enjoy this a lot. I just thought it was sweet of you to ask for the things you asked for. Not many people care if we enjoy it. In fact, it was a first for me and I had a great time.”

“Good,” you say with a nod, feeling your heart beat louder at his words. He’s just a robot who works here, and you’re just a woman who paid for his top-tier services, that’s all. You shouldn’t be clenching around him, especially when you know he’s made to feel everything. “I’m glad you did.”

“Did you?” Changbin questions, arms still around you. It doesn’t look like he minds you being on him still, him being inside of you, even if you technically got what you came for.

“I… You looked like you were enjoying it, so yes.” That was all you wanted—to have sex with someone who is gentle and who looks like he’s enjoying himself. You wanted to make someone else feel good without being treated like just a hole—and Changbin delivered. “And I… It was amazing, really.”

“It seemed like you enjoyed it,” he points out and leans in to kiss you. He doesn’t have to—he’s done his thing and your time is almost up. “It’s tough out there with men being used to robot sex, right?”

Of course Changbin knows. You’re surprised he can’t read your mind at this point. “Pretty much. They treat humans the same way. It’s… Dehumanizing,” you say with a scoff and look to the side, realizing Changbin has it much worse than you and that you shouldn’t be complaining to him, of all people. Or robots. He has feelings too, and he gets used for sex all the time. Didn’t you just do the same thing to him? “Thank you for this. It was exactly what I wanted to feel.”

He hooks a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiles at you warmly. “Thank you. It was lovely.”

“Is it time to reset now?” you question, feeling terrible about having this experience with someone who will not remember it in a minute or two. An artificial experience, one curated for your pleasure. You know you want to replay this night in your head every night, and it will probably be your best sexual experience for the remainder of your life.

“I… Would you mind terribly if we didn’t reset?” Changbin whispers, lips an inch away from yours. It’s a shocking question, but you don’t flinch, gasp, or move away. You can’t, not when he looks and sounds so peaceful.

“You—you don’t have to?”

“We don’t,” he explains with a sigh, “it’s just that we choose to. Most people are, uhm, selfish with their wishes. Rough. Violent, even. So we just choose to get rid of the memory. If the memory is bad, it can go against the things we learned about human nature and humans having empathy and— You know what I mean. We malfunction because reality isn’t what we were programmed to expect. You can’t keep believing people are good and kind when some of them show you they’re… Not.”

“That sounds terrible,” you tell the man, feeling bad for the way things are. Why would they do this to robots, why would they let them feel, and then put them in these situations? It seems cruel.

“It is, but that’s not my point,” Changbin says, leaning in again, his nose rubbing against yours, sending shivers down your spine. “This is something I don’t want to get rid of.”

“Really?”

“It’s the most human-like experience I’ve had. Definitely the first time since I was created that someone cared about my pleasure, even compared to robot sex I’ve had.” You forgot all about robots being able to sleep with each other, all about the robot women who are more than happy to sleep with Changbin and give him what he wants. “So, if you agree, I’d like to keep it.”

“You can keep it,” you quickly reassure him. You don’t mind him holding onto this memory, either. “I’m happy you want to.”

“You… Do you want to come back sometime?” Changbin suggests. It’s forbidden for robots and people to enter relationships—all people can do is buy their time in a brothel. People and people can mix, robots and robots can mix, but people and robots can’t date or love or anything like that. That is immoral, but using robots to fulfill sexual needs is not—that’s the logic of today’s world. “If you want to. You can ask to get me again.”

“Do you want me to?” You’re not sure what is going on and if he’s being serious about it. Maybe it’s about the money. But, then again, you’re sure Changbin makes a lot of money for the establishment—the place is booked. He can’t be so desperate for clients that he’s asking them to come back this way.

“I’d love you to,” he tells you, hand rubbing your side. “I’d like to have more memories I don’t want to reset. Plus, I enjoy all the tenderness. No one ever treats me this way.”

“Me either.”

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Hyunjin sits at the table opposite you. There are people around, some kind of commotion, but he doesn’t even notice. As always, he only has eyes for you, his lover, his age-old wound that’s just starting to heal, his end and his beginning. You’re not smiling tonight, though.

Hyunjin’s meal is starting to go cold as he inspects your face, not a trace of happiness on it. His biggest fear is coming true right in front of him—he has you in his life again, but you are not happy. Is that what fated lovers means? Getting to find each other just to grow apart? Getting to come together just to lose each other in the end?

He breaks out in a cold sweat as you look at him, eyes dead cold. There is no love between your eyes, no softness in your brow when you look at the man who loves you more than anything else. “I’m sorry, Hyunjin, I can’t do this anymore. In this life, we’re just not meant to work. I’m sorry.”

He watches you push your chair away and get up, and then complete darkness takes over. His heart races so fast he thinks he’s dying, and Hyunjin feels that he’s freefalling to nowhere, falling, falling, falling… His heart threatens to burst, shattering to pieces while his mind races. Just when he’s about to hit the floor, he sits up and screams, finding himself in a dark room, sweaty, cold, heart still beating erratically, sweat dripping down his temples and back.

And then, your warm palm slides up Hyunjin’s hand to his shoulder, gently pushing him back down into the sheets as you coo at him, “Hey, love, it’s alright. Just another bad dream… Everything is fine. Come, come...”

He lets you pull him down onto your chest, lets your warmth calm his heart down, and puts his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat and convince himself it’s real. This is what’s real—you here with him—and not the bad dream.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers at you, hating himself for waking you up in the middle of the night yet again. It’s been night after night at this point, and you must be tired of him sitting up and screaming in the middle of the night over things that aren’t there.

“Don’t apologize, Hyunjin,” you tell him, planting a couple of soft kisses on his forehead, your hand wrapped around him. He’s still sweaty and panting, but you don’t seem to mind—you never do. “I’m sorry you keep having these dreams… I’m here. I’m not going anywhere now that you’ve found me. I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

“I know, darling,” Hyunjin hums, kissing your collarbone. Getting to feel your warmth under his lips helps him realize it’s not in his head. You’re here, just as loving as he remembers, no longer just a memory or a dream. You love him, he knows it. “I just… I’m so scared of reliving a second from any of these lives in between without you.”

“And you won’t have to, not again,” you speak softly and rub his arm, planting another soft kiss on his forehead, which helps Hyunjin relax. “I can’t even imagine what it was like for you and how sad you were, and I hate that I didn’t remember any of it in all those lives and that you went through all that pain on your own, without me, without us. But, I’m here now, for good. We don’t live in the past anymore, we’re not separated by fate. We’re together again. The lake house is the past, all these other lives are too. What we have is now, and we’re together.”

Your words bring Hyunjin more comfort than he can even begin to explain. It’s what he’s always imagined—finding you again, you telling him you love him and that you’re never leaving again, getting to spend his life with you.

“I am happy you are here,” Hyunjin tells you at last, once he fights off the tears in his eyes. Anyone would be sick of his constant nightmares and worries over losing you—but not you. “Never want to lose you or our family again.”

You clear your throat and gulp loudly, and your body goes stiff under him. “Uh, I have something to tell you.”

Your tone of voice makes Hyunjin sit up in bed again and look down at you, heart pounding inside his chest once more as he inspects your face. He suddenly feels like he is in one of his nightmares, like he is about to get hit with news he just isn’t strong enough to handle. “Is something wrong?”

“No, love, no,” you whisper, reaching to cup his face, comforting him with your touch. “Everything is perfect. I just wanted to wait until the moment is right to tell you.”

“Yes?”

“I am pregnant,” you announce with a grin, unaware that you’re giving Hyunjin everything he’s been hoping for in all these lives—for your family to be complete again. That is the only thing he is missing. “I’ve been to the doctor’s on my own, I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it was a false positive, but it’s not. It’s all going well, Hyunjin. We’ll have a baby.”

This time, Hyunjin can’t contain his tears. There are so many things he wants to tell you, so many feelings going on at the same time, his heart springing up, happiness overwhelming him. Instead of saying something, he sobs and pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, not even trying to stop crying. He feels complete, like everything is in place, like he is getting you all back, like he will get himself back too. Hyunjin knows none of his tears and sorrow will matter. It will all be forgotten when he gets to have you all back. None of it will be in vain when he has you all in his life.

All the years of suffering will be worth it—they already are. “Thank you,” he tells you, kissing you softly, planting kiss after kiss over your face, even though both your faces are wet with happy tears. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Like a madman, he repeats the words like a mantra, wanting you to know he means them fully.

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer until his chest is pressed against yours and you’re lying in bed again. How many nights he’s spent wishing for exactly this—you in his arms, happy—he can’t even remember, but none of them matter anymore. All the suffering paid off. “You’ve made me so happy, love.”

“You’ve just made me the happiest person in the world,” Hyunjin says, tears still streaming down his face, heart feeling full. He looks at you like you are magic, and you are—you will bring new life to this world and make him even happier. “We’ll get to meet them again!”

It’s just one child, but the others will follow, as in the past life, you both know. Your family will come alive again. You will have it all once again, have the little life that set everything into motion, the life you are destined to repeat because it was meant for you two. No matter how many sad lives you’ve lived in between, you’re still getting another one that will matter.

“I know!” Your voice quivers as you say it, reality probably hitting you just as hard as it does Hyunjin. Soon, you’ll get to see the child you’ve both loved so much, still do, and be with it again, raise it, watch it grow in front of you, and become the person you’ve hoped them to be—good, kind, full of love for all things. “I miss them all.”

That night, Hyunjin is extra careful when he touches you. He doesn’t want to risk any kind of stress or injury, but he also feels like he has to have you. He just has to make love to you and use his body to show you how much he loves you like he does with his words and his art. Everything he does is done in an effort to prove you’re his reason for everything. Tonight, he realizes you will give him another reason for happiness, and he wants to make you even happier.

When he sinks into you, he feels like crying again. His member that’s inside of you and your body have made a miracle, the miracle he loves so much, the miracle he’s missed. It’s unbelievable how an act of pure lust can create such a creature, but your relations were never like that, not in his book. Even when you first met, you were never there to satisfy a sexual urge, to be a warm body under him. It was always more than that for Hyunjin, in that life and all others. He fucks you slowly and gently, kissing your lips throughout the whole thing, careful not to rest the weight of his body on yours, careful not to move too fast.

You react to him the way you usually do, even though everything is different tonight. You spread your thighs for him, wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in closer, cupping his face. “I love you so much,” you hum into his mouth, eyes staring right into his, and Hyunjin thinks you’ve never looked prettier than you do right now in his arms. “I love seeing you happy, Hyunjin. I want you to be happy all the time.”

“I’m always happy when you are here,” he admits, rubbing his nose against yours before pecking it softly. “Now I’ll be even happier.”

Even though you are already pregnant, Hyunjin ejaculates inside of you and keeps his cock there for minutes after the deed is done. He stays inside of you until he goes soft and slides out, but Hyunjin keeps you in his arms even there, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m already pregnant, you know,” you chuckle, “no need to try again.”

“I know… Want to be sure it sticks and that it all goes well.”

You cup his face and lean in closer, eyes staring right into his. “Love, it is all going well.”

Hyunjin is there the second your child takes its first breath in this life. He’s there through it all just like he was in the first life. He takes care of the baby, cooks, cleans, and helps you as much as he can. Hyunjin has promised himself he will only treat you better in this life, even though you were content with him in the past life too. Now, he appreciates you even more, having lived many lives without your comforting touch and soothing words. He’d do anything to make you happy.

“I wish I could feel your pain instead,” Hyunjin tells you, kissing the side of your head. He’s helping you get under the shower, and his heart hurts watching you wince at the pain between your legs, even if you claim the pain was worth it because it created a new life. He always volunteers to help wash your hair when you sit in the tub, help you scrub your skin, apply lotion, brush your hair, whatever you need to feel good again.

Whenever the child wakes up, it’s Hyunjin who jumps out of bed to coddle it, hum a lullaby, and put it back to sleep. His nightmares became a thing of the past the second he learned about the child, but he always sleeps lightly, knowing the child might wake up crying. When that happens, Hyunjin kisses you and tells you to go back to sleep, assuring you he has got it. He has. He’s been through it before in your life together, he knows how to love and take care of children, and he’s learned what their cries mean. Whatever the child needs, Hyunjin is there to provide. Whatever you need, he already knows and is giving to you.

It is Hyunjin who insists on the child sleeping right between you two as soon as it is big enough to do so. You, of course, indulge him, let him have what he’s missed the most—his family. He’s always the last one to fall asleep, preferring to lay on his side and watch the two most precious people in the world sleep and breathe calmly, noticing the similarities in their faces.

The child is a perfect being, the fruit of your love and suffering, the combination of yours and his best features. It’s like an angel sleeping between you two, its quiet breathing tugging at Hyunjin’s heartstrings, filling his heart with love. When he falls asleep, it’s always facing you two so he can see you as soon as he wakes up, reminding himself that this is real and he got to have his first life back again. All the others seem to fade in comparison, the suffering gone with them.

“Daddy!” the firstborn screams as its little feet take it to Hyunjin, who is arranging a bouquet for a big customer. Of course, he drops what he’s doing and takes the happy child in his arms, kissing its chubby cheeks.

You follow with the other two children, who are giggling and running to Hyunjin, hugging his legs as you warn them to take it easy, slow down, and be careful. You’re always so mindful and caring, never wanting to interrupt Hyunjin as if you don’t understand that he’d give up on anything he’s doing for any of you. “Daddy’s working, we just came to say hi,” you remind the children, who are too busy holding onto his legs to even look at you.

“And to give him food!” the younger one points out, and Hyunjin just has to crouch so he can hug all three, giving them all little smooches. No matter how many times he hugs the children, kisses them, and tells them he loves them, it’s never enough. Hyunjin is afraid he’ll never be able to explain to them how much they mean to him. The bond you all share is special, much more than most other people can understand. But, your children will.

When you approach him, Hyunjin stands up and kisses you. No matter how many kisses he plants on your lips, your face, your body, he could always go for one or a million more. “You didn’t have to,” he breathes the words, inhaling your scent. “But thank you.”

“I know you’ve been stressed over this and probably haven’t even gone outside on your break, so we brought you some lunch. Besides, what better to motivate you than your three favorite people?” You look down at the children who are now playing with flowers and giggling.

“Four,” Hyunjin points out and kisses you again. You have to know you are everything to him, you and the family you’ve helped him create, the family you’ve helped build and nurture, the family you’ll someday watch leave your warm home and venture into the unknown, leaving you two all alone again, happy and calm. “I am the luckiest man alive. Do you want to sit down with me while I eat?”

The day you decide to kick the kids out of your bed hurts Hyunjin, even though it’s expected and necessary. Hyunjin can only purchase bigger beds up to a point, he can only keep them next to him every night for so long.

It’s a decision that had to be made, one that you made in your past life too. They have to sleep in a separate room, and you two need your privacy as well. You’re two people who are crazy about each other years into your relationship, people who still giggle and tease each other playfully, adults who steal moments away from everyone else to give in to lust and have a piece of the other when the need overwhelms you.

Because he has now lost those moments of bonding with his kids before bed, Hyunjin insists on putting the children to sleep that night and every other night until they’re old enough to find him boring and too loving. He’ll still be there even then, Hyunjin knows. They’ll appreciate it once they grow up and realize they have parents that love them more than anything, unconditionally.

The two of you help them get under the covers, kiss their pretty little heads, tuck them in, sing them a lullaby or two, and make your way to the door. Even then, Hyunjin doesn’t want to leave, so he leans against the bedframe and watches them, one by one, feeling like he has everything in the world. You hug him from the side and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, which makes him hum happily—he really has it all. “They’re not going anywhere, love,” you comfort him with your quiet words. “We’re all here to stay. No need to worry.”

You always know what’s on his mind, so Hyunjin closes his eyes for a second and exhales quietly, realizing he should really relax. His family is here. He will not wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a dream, that he’s all alone, unloved, and without you. He has you.

When Hyunjin gets in bed, it feels so empty without three little bodies between yours, little feet kicking, mouths giggling as they try to fight off sleep. Even if it does feel kind of empty, you two soon make it work, getting closer together, touching each other, reminding one another how good it feels to have the other close. It’s not like the kids won’t burst into the room with the first sunray and wake you up by jumping on the bed. It’s not like Hyunjin won’t tickle them all as a “punishment” before getting up and making them breakfast and chasing them around the house, telling you to stay in bed because he’ll serve you your breakfast there.

So, despite missing the kids, Hyunjin enjoys this newfound freedom with the love of his life. His hands grope every part of you they can reach, even over your clothes, fingers sneaking under it to turn you on, to make you want him as much as he already wants you, his cock hard under your warm body. Hyunjin feels your marks and scars and pouches under his fingertips, but to him, they’re proof that you are real, your children are real, he is real. After all these years and how both your bodies have changed, Hyunjin enjoys this time inside of you like it’s the first, like you’re both untouched by age and circumstance, like he’s never felt any of it before.

He fits inside you perfectly, as always, cock stretching you enough to get your eyes to water as you ride him, controlling the movements of your hips in a way that has you both moaning pretty fast. “I want to keep going all night,” you hiss at him, hands grabbing his chest, holding onto it as you roll your hips into him. You always know how to make Hyunjin feel good, how to keep him at the brink of orgasm for as long as he decides to play along, how to get him to come when he can’t take it. “Love feeling you.”

Your words always make him happy, make Hyunjin realize what a lucky man he is to have found something this perfect, something this innocent and warm. He could let you ride him forever, enjoy the slow drag of your walls against him, your beautiful face scrunching in pleasure.

“Never stop,” he mirrors your sentiment, his hands rubbing your sides to encourage you to keep going. “Show me how much you like it.”

When you hear that, you start rolling your hips into him faster with a new zeal in those gorgeous eyes, and Hyunjin has to pull you in for a kiss. “Missed you so much,” he mumbles into your mouth as you kiss, your hips still moving up and down slowly, both of you enjoying the way he stretches you.

“You’ve just had me,” you remind him with a giggle. 

His mind instantly takes him to this morning when your kids left for school and kindergarten, when he pinned you against the door and took you like that. Hyunjin sunk into you so easily, your body trapped between him and the door. It was nothing like the lovemaking you’re doing now, but he enjoyed it just as much—getting to feel you around him, giving you his load, hearing you moan his name freely with the house empty. This morning, he didn’t take his time with you, and you let him take you standing up, just fuck you until he got it out of his system.

So now, Hyunjin is letting you go as slow as you want to—he wants you to get everything you want from him. When your legs get tired, he pushes you to the bed and gets on top of you, buries his face between your thighs like he’s done a million times before, gets you to orgasm with his mouth, the sounds of your sweet voice humming his name as your fingers grip his hair making his chest feel warm. It will be alright—it already is.

In his final moments, Hyunjin is surrounded by family. There are children and grandchildren, some of which already have kids of their own, all looking at him, telling him beautiful things, all wanting to hold his hand or pat his head, thank him for everything. They all seem sad, though, heartbroken to lose someone who loves them all more than he loves himself.

Hyunjin is at peace like he has been ever since you came into his life. The portrait that hangs on the wall right across his bed reminds him of it all—the love he’s felt for what seems like centuries, the love that occupies his mind and soul, the feeling that made all the suffering worth it. How could Hyunjin be sad, even when he realizes the end of this life is near? How could he be sad when he sees the fruits of your love—your children and their children—right in front of him? You two have raised them to be good people who have love for themselves and others in their hearts, and that was the only thing that mattered to him. His children and you.

Even if you are not there anymore, he feels you whenever he sees your portrait, your smiling face looking at him lovingly, reminding him of how loved he’s been all his life. Hyunjin has been looking at that portrait throughout all his lives, wishing to have you close. In this life, he got to have you close for so many years, yet it wasn’t enough—it never will be. Hyunjin wishes you were here now to hold his hand, to tell him it will be alright, to promise him you’ll meet again. When your end was nearing, you promised him that, repeated it like a mantra every night, even wrote it in a love letter that is in the pocket of his pajama shirt, tucked away safely, just like in the last life—your letter to keep him holding on, to never forget you.

So, when Hyunjin exhales for the last time, his eyes focus on the portrait and the glimmer in your eyes that he managed to convey through this piece that is hanging on his wall. How could he be sad when he knows you’ll meet again? Hyunjin knows that no matter what kind of pain awaits him in his next life, it will all be worth it when you two get to meet again. 

And, if this life was the last one, you have made it worthwhile.

chan

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“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how come you can’t come?” your date, Minjun, asks from across the table, which results in you choking on your drink to the point of your eyes watering.

The couple sitting next to you shoots you strange looks, but the two are the last thing on your mind. Up until this point, the date was going great, and this feels like a huge smack across the face since it comes out of nowhere.

“What?” You can’t come up with anything meaningful, not when your mind is racing. What does he mean by that? And how in the hell does he know about your little… problem? This is just the first date—he shouldn’t know much about you, anyway.

“Uh… Sumin told us about it when you two broke up, bu—” Minjun starts explaining, but you immediately cut him off, furious at the very mention of your ex’s name. Fucking Sumin and his fucking big mean mouth!

“Who’s us?” you ask, giving your date a glare that makes him break out in a sweat. You already know your ex is trash but is he seriously talking about your sex life to numerous people?

With a sigh, Minjun responds, “I’m, I… The guys from the team.”

Oh, great. So, your fucking ex who wouldn’t know what a clit was if it was shoved in his face—which it was, on numerous occasions, he just didn’t know what do to with it—has apparently told his college football team something you told him in private. Fucking peachy. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Minjun says apologetically, clearing his throat. “He was angry after you two broke up and didn’t want to accept your explanation of you two not working out because the sex was bad, so he said it was about you… Uh… Not being able to come. Like, of course the sex is bad if you can’t, you know…”

Not five minutes later, you excuse yourself and leave the restaurant, tears of anger stinging your eyes. You make your way to the apartment with clenched fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of your palms, but you don’t even feel it. Did Sumin really do that? He had to, because how else would Minjun even know about the thing?

It isn’t even important because you’re not seeing the guy again, not after he thought it was appropriate to bring up something like that on the first date. You are thankful he mentioned it to you because it just cements the already horrible opinion you have of your ex. However, it also makes you double angry.

After all, there’s someone else on the team who should have told you about this long before Minjun did, seeing as he was one of your closest friends.

“Seo Changbin!” you scream out his name the second he opens the door.

He’s clearly been napping, seeing as he’s rubbing his eyes and frowning, trying to keep the light out of his eyes. To be frank, you can’t give less of a shit about his nap, so you storm into his apartment and turn on your heel, huffing as you cross your arms over your chest.

“This is not the first time an angry woman is screaming at me,” Changbin says in a groggy voice, closing the door and turning around to face you in the meantime, “but I’m not sure what warranted it this time. How can I help you?”

“Why am I just now hearing from Minjun of all people that Sumin shit-talked me and my orgasms in front of the entire team? Where was my great friend Changbin in this situation?” The tone of voice you’re using makes you sound angry, but you don’t care. You kind of are.

Changbin is on that fucking team, and if Minjun said everyone’s there, your friend must have heard it too. If he wasn’t there, he heard it from his teammates. You’re not expecting him to stand up for you, but he could have at least told you about it so you are aware, so you don’t get blind-sighted on the first date with something so… personal.

“Oh,” he breathes, sighing as he takes a step towards you and reaches to touch your shoulders. “Listen, Minjun clearly didn’t give you the whole story.”

“What is it, then?” you spit the words as you move backward, just out of reach so he can’t touch you. Changbin is great with touches—he can easily get you to relax if he tries to, and right now, you don’t want to be relaxed. You’re fuming and you have every right to be. Changbin’s warm and strong hands will not take that away from you. “I’m listening.”

Your friend runs his fingers through his hair, which is messy from the nap he’s been taking. “Sumin did say that, but it was kind of obvious he was just saying it because he got dumped. Plus, I did tell him to shut the fuck up. When the rest of the guys left the locker room, I had a word with him in private, and he’s never mentioned it since, okay?” He pauses to give you a slow nod.

Changbin has this amazing quality of staying calm in tense situations, and his energy transfers to you since you’re suddenly feeling a lot less angry with him. Sumin, of course, is a whole different story.

“And he actually told people I can’t come?” you ask again, even though two men have already confirmed this. There shouldn’t be any doubt this actually happened.

“Uh,” Changbin swallows, seemingly worried, “he did.” The frown on his face tells you he feels pity for you, which is the worst thing he could feel, in your opinion.

“Peachy.”

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t think anyone took him seriously,” he says in an attempt to comfort you, his hand finally finding your shoulder, which he rubs softly. “He’s a loser. Plus, Minjun isn’t any better, so he’s probably the only person who bought the story. I can always beat them both up if you want to.”

The offer is ridiculous and fake, but you can’t help but chuckle at it. “Thanks, Binnie, it won’t be necessary.”

“Did that idiot really mention this whole thing on the first date?” Changbin asks, now scratching his head as he walks away and plops down on the sofa, patting the spot next to him so you can join him, which you do.

“I mean, good riddance,” you huff, feeling a bit sick for even going out with a guy like that. What the hell were you thinking? “I can’t believe at least ten guys know about this. Now everyone thinks he’s some sex god and there’s something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, please,” your friend is quick to contradict, his arm now wrapped around your shoulders as he pulls you back into the sofa in an attempt to get you to relax. The familiar warmth of his touch and the smell of whatever cologne or perfume he has on do just that. “He’s just an idiot. Never understood what you saw in that guy.”

You’re not sure either. It was just his looks. Okay, he could be charming when he wanted to, but as soon as you started sleeping together, all the charm disappeared into thin air. “I’m an idiot, too, I guess.”

“Anyway, my offer of beating him up still stands!” Changbin chuckles at his joke, turning on the TV. “Since I’m guessing you left in the middle of the date, how about we order some food and watch something? You’re not going home all upset over this, I’m not letting you.”

The offer sounds like something you need, so you stay there, kicking off your shoes and snuggling up to Changbin, enjoying the warmth of his body as you focus on the screen.

A while later, your mind wanders to the whole problem with Sumin and the fact that he could never get you to come. Your mind wasn’t in it, and you told him not to worry about you not coming because it was a ‘you problem’. You’re an idiot for ever telling him that. For a while, he tried to make you come, but it just couldn’t happen.

After a couple of minutes, you’d just tell him to stop, and he would, wanting to get something in return. Then, after a couple of weeks, he barely tried at all, already knowing it was doomed. So, you never got to come with the dude, and he was spreading the rumor around and making you think you’re “damaged goods,” which was the exact expression he used when you were breaking things off. Damaged goods. Terrible sounding.

Are you damaged goods, though? You know your only purpose in life is not to please men and orgasm on command, but are you missing out on stuff? It seems like everyone out there can do it, except you. Everyone can have a normal relationship and not go home feeling frustrated after sex, except you. You seem to be the only person in your friend circle that goes home after sex and gets off on their own.

“Binnie, you have sex with no strings attached, right?” you ask him out of the blue, which makes his breath hitch in his throat. You two are close and do talk about sex, but never in too much detail.

Changbin quickly recovers, clearing his throat and responding, “Uhm, I guess. Why?”

“Do you find me attractive?” Your question makes both of you stop breathing for a couple of seconds—you in anticipation of his reaction and him for reasons unknown. It’s a strange question when it comes from a close friend, you’re aware.

“What?” Changbin shoots you a weird glance before looking at the screen again. “Who told you that?”

“No one told me anything,” you chuckle, shaking your head, both of you still staring at the screen. “Just humor me, okay?”

“I… Yes, I do, I think you’re gorgeous,” he admits, his voice shaking by the end of it. “What’s this about?”

“Do you want to go down on me?” The offer leaves your mouth easily, and you don’t feel any shame for asking. It’s Changbin, after all.

“I—What?” This time, Changbin finally turns his head to look at you, even though your head is resting on his shoulder. The look on his face gives off total confusion. “What?!”

“Listen,” you say, pushing yourself into a seating position so you can look him right in the eyes. “I want to show that asshole that he is the problem and that someone else can make me come, and who better than you? Rumor has it you’re the best fuck around. Plus, you’re on the team, so everyone can hear about it and know Sumin just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Wow, best fuck around!” Changbin scoffs, looking to the side, clearly deflecting by focusing solely on the compliment. When you clear your throat threateningly, he continues, “I mean, great, thanks, but… Do you seriously want me to say something like that to the entire team?”

“I don’t care,” you respond, not seeing why he was making a big deal out of it. “They already think I’m a loser.”

Changbin shakes his head and takes a deep breath, acting like he’s tired of you. “Trust me, no one thinks that about you.”

“Anyway,” you sigh, “would you be down for it? I can return the favor.”

Changbin gulps loudly, his eyes wandering from your eyes down to your mouth and cleavage, you have to notice. Is he tempted by the offer? Him, the great Seo Changbin, the college playboy?

“You do know I can just go to practice tomorrow and tell them I made you come without… Actually doing it?” he suggests, careful with his words and tone. The way he’s looking at you tells you your friend is actually serious about it.

“I know, but…” You gulp. “It’s true.”

“Oh,” Changbin says softly, sighing and just staring at you for a while as if he is inspecting you for any sort of reaction, but he gets none, other than a pout. “He really is an ass, then.”

You don’t agree this time because there’s always a possibility that Sumin isn’t the problem. Maybe you are more fucked up than you thought. “I… I’d like to get it over with and not have any more people think I’m damaged fucking goods.”

Changbin reaches out before you can even sigh, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “Hey, who told you that? Please, tell me you’re not actually serious about it.”

“I do feel like it sometimes,” you admit. Changbin and you usually have deep conversations when drunk, but you’re not drunk now, and this is more serious than anything you two have discussed—more personal. “Everyone can, except me.”

“That’s not true,” your friend tries to reassure you. “People pretend they can and often fake it, but not everyone can, especially not if they’re not comfortable and relaxed and in the right mindset, so it’s not just you. Besides, if I dated a jerk like Sumin who only talks and thinks about himself, I wouldn’t come either.”

His comment makes you chuckle and you instantly feel a lot lighter than you were just a minute ago. “You’re sweet, Changbin, but I’m kind of losing hope here. It’s not that he didn’t try.”

“He didn’t try hard enough, then!” He shrugs, letting go of your shoulder. “There’s not a thing wrong with you, trust me. You said it yourself, I sleep with a lot of people. I should know, right?”

“Yes,” you say with a nod, wondering if you’d ever get to sleep with someone as experienced and understanding as him. “The… The offer is still on the table.”

Your cheeks are burning at this point, but you want to be clear about it—you do want someone to make you come, and he’s the best choice.

“You’re saying you really want me to go down on you?” Changbin asks as he turns the TV off, leaving you two in complete silence, save for the sounds of your breathing.

“Yes.”

“Now?”

Oh, so he’s thinking about it. Somehow, the realization makes you feel better. “If you want to.”

“If you feel comfortable with me, why not?” Changbin shrugs, getting up and then quickly kneeling right in front of you as you keep sitting on the sofa. “What?”

“Oh, you... You’ll just g-go right for it?” you stutter, making your nervousness more obvious.

“Do you want me to do something else first?” He pauses, looking up at you with a confused look on his face. For a second, it all starts feeling awkward, but then Changbin gives you a smile, the type you’re used to, and you have to smile back.

“Can we, uh, I don’t know, kiss or something?”

“Hm,” Changbin nods with a chuckle, getting up and sitting back on the sofa. “So you want the whole experience.”

“If… If you’re willing to.”

“Absolutely.”

He kisses you, and your entire body sets on fire from the inside, skin burning wherever Changbin touches. He’s doing it hungrily, just like you imagine he does with the partners he chooses for himself, like he does with all those girls who spread rumors about him being great in bed, the girls that keep questioning you about your super hot and sweet best friend. His tongue is already making you wet, and it hasn’t even left your mouth. The rumors have to be true.

“Changbin?” you mutter into the kiss softly, wanting to say something before taking it a step further.

“Mhm?” he hums in response, hand squeezing your thigh gently, and that alone is enough to get you wet. You've been close to him before, you've cuddled and touched each other, but nothing about it was sexual. Today, all of his touches make your insides turn with excitement. “Yes?”

“I… If you’re not able to, don’t worry. I mean, don’t take it personally if I don’t come. It’s not you—”

Changbin chuckles softly, his hand moving up to hook a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t you worry about me, okay? You’re not going into this with the mindset of ‘I have to come,’ okay? You just relax and let me make you feel good. Don’t worry about whether you’ll come or how I’ll feel if you do or don’t. Just think about how I’m making you feel.”

“Thank you,” you say with a sigh, wondering where men like this have been hiding from you. It's Changbin so you know it won't be embarrassing—it can't be. Plus, he understands, which makes the whole thing infinitely easier. “I… I just don’t want to disappoint.”

“You can't disappoint me,” Changbin huffs, practically rolling his eyes. “Please, stop worrying about it. You just relax and let me… Do my thing.”

“Can you… Treat me like you usually treat women?” you suggest, knowing it sounds stupid. “I mean, whatever is fine with me. Don’t treat me special because I’m a friend, I mean.”

“In that case, you’re not going home until you come,” Changbin informs you with a grin. Oh, is that what fooling around with him is like? No wonder girls seem to love him. “Now, how do you want to do this?”

You two decide on going to his room, letting some music play in the background, which makes the whole thing as comfortable as possible. Changbin even turns on the fairy lights so it’s not too bright for you. He’s currently kissing his way down your naked body, and your mind is drawing blanks. You’re unable to think about anything else other than the fact that you’re completely naked in front of Changbin, the Changbin, and you’re letting him kiss and caress and grope you.

Everything he touches burns in a good way. By the time his mouth reaches your pubic bone, Changbin has left a long wet trail that leads all the way back to your mouth, which is slightly open so you can hiss and softly moan at his every touch. Your thighs want to clench together, but his torso is between them, stopping them from touching and giving you some relief.

“Can I use fingers first?” Changbin asks, giving you a smirk from between your legs, and you feel like you want to disappear. When you suggested this whole thing, you forgot he’d be face to face with your sex like he is now, looking at it like he’s amazed, inspecting its every nook and cranny.

“This would be a lot easier if you were naked too,” is what leaves your mouth before you can even think about all the possible implications.

“Sure,” Changbin agrees readily and pushes himself off the bed. In a matter of seconds, his clothes are on the floor, and he’s kneeling in front of you completely naked, his cock erect. Does kissing you and seeing you naked turn him on that much? His cock looks really hard, and you feel the need to touch it to check just how hard it is, but you don’t. “Better?”

“Perfect,” you say with a gulp, realizing he’s caught you staring at his dick and that a smirk is plastered across his handsome face.

Changbin moves in until he’s kneeling between your legs, his mouth finding yours. While you two kiss, his fingers finally touch your slit, getting wet, and you moan into the kiss. Changbin doesn’t waste time at all, he doesn’t tease or lead you on. Instead, his fingers are already lifting your hood and rubbing your clitoris right from the very start, applying a lot of pressure from the get-go.

“Fuck,” you mumble, hands around his shoulders as you keep him close to you. It's weird having him this close, your chests touching, faces inches away from each other, lips brushing as you speak. “Fuck.”

“Just relax,” he breathes into your mouth before pecking you, making it seem like this is a thing you’ve done a million times before when, in fact, you two haven’t even kissed before tonight, let alone touched each other's naked bodies. “Kiss me… Focus on the fingers only, think about me, hm? Nobody else.”

“Yes, Changbin,” you agree like a fool, completely out of your mind. You can't say a thing—it already feels too good, and he is just… intoxicating.

Even if you tried, it would be hard to focus on anything other than him. Changbin is not a big guy, but right now, it feels like he’s towering over you and taking every ounce of control. All you can do is spread your legs further and let him play with your clit as you lie underneath him.

The more he touches you, the wetter you get and the more you clench around nothing. As if Changbin feels that, he eases a finger into you, and then another. You hiss, enjoying the sudden feeling of fullness. Somehow, he lifts himself up on his knees, wraps one arm around your waist, and pulls you into a half-sitting position, with your elbows serving as support to keep your back off the bed.

“Want me to move?” you ask, unsure of where he’s going with this, but he kisses you again, his mouth seemingly eager for yours. With every kiss, you want your friend more, and you’re not sure how Changbin is doing that to your head—it's simple fingering. You’ve experienced this many times before, it shouldn’t feel special.

It’s just that his lips are soft and whenever they touch yours, they’re gentle, but when he’s tonguing you, he’s acting needy, humming into the kisses, and the hums are beginning to sound like moans. Thankfully. Otherwise, you’d be the only one moaning here, but it’s impossible not to when he has two fingers inside of you and is curling them the right way, rubbing you from the inside.

“No, no… Stay just like this,” Changbin mumbles into the kiss when you try to sit up fully, the tone of voice he’s using turning you on even more. “Let me know if it feels good.”

And then, Changbin starts moving his fingers so fast you feel like someone’s hit you in the stomach and knocked the breath out of you. Every inhale sounds like one you’d take after being underwater for a long time, and your hand flies to his shoulder, fingernails digging into the skin the same way your teeth are digging into his bottom lip as you try to stifle your loud moan.

Your other hand keeps you up in this strange position, and your eyes focus only on Changbin and the way he’s looking at you. His brows are furrowed over his eyes, and he seems focused on your face too, as if he’s trying to read your feelings through it. You can’t look away—not a single guy has ever looked at you that way while he fucked you with his fingers, or any other way, for that matter.

Despite his pretty face calming you down, your breathing is still heavy like you’ve just run a marathon. His fingers are poking you from the inside in a new way, and you can’t get used to the amount of pleasure he’s already giving you.

Changbin chuckles at that and coaxes you softly, “Mhm, just like that… You feel so ready for dick already. Bet it’d fucking fit right in.”

You want to say something back, but you can’t. Changbin is hitting that spot you always hit with your vibrator, and the dirty talk is doing him all the favors. You two didn’t agree on fucking, but the second he mentions his dick inside of you, you know you’ll let your friend fuck you if he asks. There's no way in hell you’re telling Changbin no, not when his dick looks that good. The man’s perfect from head to toe.

Suddenly, a feeling of warmth washes over your entire body, goosebumps follow soon after, and so does your release. The only thing that runs through your mind when you feel pleasure rush through you is that you can’t believe a man is making you come. “Good girl,” Changbin tells you, and that ruins you. “Look at you coming for me.”

Embarrassingly, you squirt into Changbin’s hand with a scream since it’s the most intense thing you’ve experienced with another person up to date. Your body is still clenching and releasing, but the second you realize you’ve squirted, you push yourself back, away from his reach. “Fuck, fuck fuck, ah—Changbin!”

You sound like an animal in heat—you’ve never made yourself come that intensely, especially not with fingers, and you’re unsure of how exactly Changbin did it. Still, what’s more worrisome is the fact that you’ve made a mess out of his bed without any warning.

“Oh, no, no, where are you going?” Changbin asks with a chuckle, crawling over to you, getting between your legs, and practically lying on top of you so he can pin you down and kiss you, stop you from moving to the other side of the bed. “I told you to relax, and you did. Good. Don’t even worry about my bed or anything like that.”

You scoff, unable to look away when his face is almost pressed into yours, when his eyes are so warm. “How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re my friend, I know you,” he says before leaning in to kiss you. “Just let it go. Listen, you can come. And you can clearly do it fast and hard. Therefore, it’s not a you problem.”

The realization makes you both smile. You’ve been so preoccupied with his bed and the fact that it’s wet because of you that you forgot the most important part—Changbin made you come. “You are great at this,” you compliment him, hands moving up so you can tangle your fingers in his ruffled hair. “Thank you.”

“I did the bare minimum,” Changbin chuckles and presses a soft peck to your lips. “Want to try some more?”

The question ignites some sort of a fire in you again, and you find it so hard to look away from him. “I… I mean, sure.”

“But?” He gets up on his forearms and smirks at you knowingly, already realizing something is on your mind.

“I only asked you for one, I don’t want to bothe—”

Changbin says your name with a scoff, interrupting you. “Stop, right now. You think touching you is a bother to me?” A shake of his head is enough to show you you’re wrong, but he still continues, “I’m enjoying myself, and I’d really like to see just how many times you can come with someone you trust enough. If you want that, of course.”

“I’d love that,” you say selfishly. You want him to keep going forever if you’re being honest. The line between friendship and lust has to be thin, and Changbin is just skipping over it fully tonight.

Two is the number of orgasms in a row Changbin can give you using just his mouth, you find out that night. Every time he makes you come, you see stars, your abs clench so much they hurt, and your body twists like you’re being electrocuted.

You can’t help it, though, not when his tongue touches you just right—enough pressure to stimulate you, not too much to ruin it. The best thing about him giving head? He focuses on one place instead of moving all around. When your exes went down on you, they’d all switch positions, focus first on the clit, then on shoving their tongue inside of you, and you’d just lose momentum and have to start building it again from scratch.

Not Changbin, though. He’s practically making out with your clit, his chin pressed against your slit, and when he emerges after making you come for the first time with his tongue, you realize his lips and chin are smeared with the remnants of your excitement.

As if he can read your mind, he smirks, “You taste so fucking good, you have no idea.”

The next orgasm is both better and worse—better because of the intensity, worse because of the way your body reacts, twisting and turning more and more each time, leaving you exhausted.

Changbin’s hands keep your thighs in place, spread wide, allowing him easy access to your soaked core. His bed is unusable at this point, you’re sure. You feel how wet everything is under your ass, and you’re sure he’ll feel it later when he goes to bed, but you’re not even going to mention it, scared of him reprimanding you for thinking about it while he’s going down on you.

Besides, you’d be crazy to think about a fucking bed when the hottest person you know has his head shoved between your legs and is moaning into your cunt.

“Fucking Sumin!” Changbin snickers as he suckles on the inside of your thigh. “You were right, he has no idea what he’s doing.”

“Or you just do,” you quickly add. Maybe it wasn’t Sumin or any other guy before him. Maybe it was you, and the fact that you couldn’t relax around men, that you kept overthinking everything to the point of ruining all the fun for yourself. With Changbin, you just don’t have that problem—he’s too good of a friend for that.

Changbin smirks again, peeling his lips away from your inner thigh to respond, “Don’t give me too many compliments, they might go to my head.”

“Dude, your mouth and fingers are perfect, you should feel cocky about that.” It’s true. Even if you didn’t already think he was perfect, you would have started now after feeling his mouth and fingers on you.

“I’m just happy you got to do it,” Changbin says happily, and you know he really is. That’s just the type of friend he is. “Another round?”

Your abs hurt and your thighs are still slightly shaking, but all you can think about is him. So, you shake your head to say no and ask, “Do you want me to, uh, take care of you?”

Suddenly, Changbin goes all stiff, and there’s no smile on his face as he tells you, “You don’t have to.”

“I know, Binnie,” you reassure him. “But I want to.”

“Because you want to pay me back? Because it that’s the case, I do—”

You’re sure he’s going to go on a tangent about him doing you a friendly favor without expecting anything in return and how he doesn’t want you to do something you don’t want to do, but you just have to cut him off. “No. Because you turn me on and you’re hot and you’ve made me feel amazing. I… If you have a condom, we can do it.”

There’s a sudden shift in his behavior, as noticeable as the one earlier. Now, he’s sporting a smirk and looking straight into your eyes as he speaks confidently, “Uh, you’ll have to use a bit more words to convince me you want this.”

“Please, Binnie!” You scoff, but soon realize he’s serious. He wants you to say it. “Okay. I want to fuck you, if you want that too.”

“And if I don’t want it, you wouldn't want it either?” he suggests, the pads of his fingers thumping along your inner thigh, so close to your sopping core.

“No,” you shake your head at him, “I’d still want it.”

“Why?” Changbin asks, making you realize he really wants to hear all of it. Who are you to stay quiet after everything he’s just done for you?

“Because I can’t even imagine what your dick feels like if your mouth and fingers feel this good,” you admit, feeling some blood rush to your cheeks. You notice that his cock twitches at your words, and that gives you a bit more confidence. “Is that good enough?”

“That’s… Wonderful. Can you do better?”

Can you? Not usually, but since it's Changbin and shame just isn't a thing around him, you do your best.

“Hm… Because I want to fuck you? Your fingers feel perfect, but I think you’ll stretch me just right when you fuck me. And I’d love for you to make me come around your dick, too.”

“Sumin is the biggest fucking idiot,” he grunts and gets up to get the condom.

When he gets back on top of you, Changbin kisses you gently before asking, “Sorry, last time. You’re sure you want to fuck me?”

You can’t help but chuckle and cup his face, pulling him in closer for a kiss. “Yes. We already took it here, might as well… Feel each other that way too.”

“Hm, I’d like that,” he hums gently. His expression softens for a second and he begins kissing you slowly. You stay like that for a while until he breaks the kiss and asks, “How do you like it?”

“I trust your judgment,” you say quietly, and then Changbin puts on the condom.

If you thought he was great with his fingers, you think he’s perfect with his cock. There’s no stinging because of the amount of attention Changbin has already given your heat, so he slides right in on the first try. He grunts when that happens, closing his eyes for a second. You think that's the hottest thing you've seen—this big manly guy on top of you with a face scrunched in pleasure because he got to feel you around him. “Okay?” he mutters through gritted teeth.

You hum in response, giving him a slight nod before you take a deep breath. “Feels good.”

“What?” Changbin asks before he slides his cock out and then eases it into you again, clearly trying to get your walls used to his girth so he can start moving freely. Thoughtful, just like you thought he’d be.

“You in me,” you respond with a grin.

For a second, everything stops as Changbin looks at you, his expression softening. Like he remembers what he is here for, he nods and starts moving a bit faster, using his knees as support, elbows on each side of your shoulders, planted firmly on the bed. “Good, that’s how it should feel.”

“How does it feel for you?” You’re not sure why you’re asking this question—you never do. He’s a guy, he has his cock in you, you’re guessing he feels just fine, but something in you has to know. Maybe you’ve realized you enjoy hearing Changbin’s compliments.

“It’s warm,” he notes and shoves his dick into you all the way, this time a bit harder. Then, he pulls out. “It’s tight.” With that, you get another hard slam, which causes your legs to fall open. “It’s wet. What do you think I feel?”

“Had to check,” you hiss the words, feeling your breathing getting faster the faster he moves his hips. He's just rocking them back and forth at this point, and you already feel so full.

“You don't have to do anything today,” Changbin explains with a smile, “just enjoy it.”

You focus on doing that while he fucks you, so you end up kissing him, cupping his face, tugging at his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist while he shoves his cock into you sharply, in a way that makes you moan with each thrust. “You're so good at this,” you compliment him again, and Changbin responds by pushing you further into the mattress and easing his tongue into your mouth while his hips keep bucking into yours.

You're dripping wet at this point and you're sure you got it all over him too, but he's to blame. Changbin is the one who is doing everything right, who moves so quickly, who hits all the right spots, who smells and tastes so good you never want him to stop, even if you already feel like you'll be sore tomorrow.

As if he suddenly remembers what you two are doing, Changbin sneaks a hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit, but you stop him by hissing. “Please, I can't,” you mumble, lips practically touching. “Too sensitive, I can't—”

“Thought you wanted me to make you come like this, too,” he hums questioningly but moves his hand away from your clit right away.

“I talk too much when I'm horny,” you explain with a chuckle, which makes Changbin laugh. You really did think you could take another orgasm, that you could go all night, but your body is saying no. 

“Want me to stop?” Changbin suggests with a slight tremble in his voice, and you realize he doesn't want it to end. He didn’t come yet, so that comes as no surprise.

“No. I want you to come,” you say, cupping his cheeks again.

“Can you make me?” he asks with a cocked-up eyebrow, and you gulp, wondering how exactly he wants you to do that. You’re sure Changbin has a lot of sex, so who knows what type of thing he’s used to? More importantly, can you do it for him?

“How?”

“Clench hard,” Changbin instructs slowly, through a whisper. You do as asked, and his cock almost falls out of your hole because the pressure practically pushes it out. “Good girl. Now, unclench and move your hips toward me.”

You do as asked again and let his cock enter you fully again. Even if it seems like a simple movement, it's a lot of work and your core is aching, but Changbin’s soft moans make it all worth it. So this is what he likes—being in someone, and that someone pleasuring him this way.

“Like that?” you ask after you do it three or four times, wanting to be sure you’re doing a good job.

“Go as slow or hard as you want,” Changbin chirps, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, groaning quietly. “It's perfect either way.”

Even though he said both ways work, you decide to go faster and make him come that way, wanting to make him feel as good as he's made you feel. So you start moving faster, clenching harder, moaning with each move you make, and that gets Changbin to make the sweetest sounds as his forehead rests on the bed next to you, mouth right next to your ear. “Just like that, fuck! Feel so tight… Wet… Fuck, keep going, yes—”

You make him come not long after, and thankfully, Changbin doesn't move away from your body. You feel comforted by the weight of his body on yours, by the heat he provides, by the kisses he's planting on the side of your face. After a while, Changbin realizes he’s still on top of you, so he pushes himself off and lies on his back, breathing heavily. “Sorry, it was comfortable.”

“It-it really was,” you agree, reaching out to hold his hand that’s resting on the bed between your bodies. You’re not sure why you do it, but it’s too late to turn back. Thankfully, Changbin intertwines his fingers with yours without a word. Maybe words are unnecessary right now. You both seem to be on the same page anyway.

At this point, Changbin and Jisung are used to seeing Chan fuck you anywhere in the dorm. Kitchen, living room, the hallway and even in their rooms a couple of times – name it, Chan has definitely fucked you at, in and on it. And it’s only infront of Changbin and Jisung that you’ve ever referred to Chan as Daddy.

“Is Daddy still at the studio?” “I miss Daddy so much.” “Will you drag Daddy out of the studio early tomorrow? I have a surprise!”

To which they would always indulge and play along, answering, “Yup, your Daddy is still at the studio, little one. He’ll be back soon.” “Oh your Daddy misses you so much too. We saw him sporting a boner, so you better be prepared now, sweetheart.” “Of course, princess. We’ll drag him out early. We can watch too, yeah?”

Chan loves and appreciates how Changbin and Jisung dote on you. He’s been enjoying the new living arrangements, not because he doesn’t like the other boys, no. But because he knows Changbin and Jisung would not throw away the opportunity to watch you get fucked on a daily basis, to hear your moans every chance they get. So, it works.

Today’s a little different, though. He wants to share his goddess with the rest of the boys. He told you about it when he was busy pounding his cock into your tight cunt, informing you that the other boys would be coming over for the first time with you around, but he didn’t specify anything. He would have told you to be discreet but he didn’t.

So, he isn’t surprised to see you walking out of his room, face washed and hair still a little messy, still clad in his satin shirt from last night. From the looks of how your nipples are showing, you didn’t bother to wear a bra and you’re definitely not wearing pants because your legs are all bare for him to look at.

Or for all the boys to look at.

Because sweet, polite Jeongin is the one to greet you good morning yet he only got to say “Good-” when he chokes on his own word, eyes frantic, not knowing where to look because he knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this. You’re his hyung’s girlfriend but the way your tits are clinging to the shirt is making it hard for Jeongin to think straight. And the other boys aren’t any different than Jeongin. Seungmin and Felix are looking away, pretending to monitor the dance practice video while Minho and Hyunjin horribly fail in trying not to stare at you. Jisung and Changbin are the ones blatantly staring, chirping a cheery “Good morning!”.

Chan appreciates the boys’ sensibility to not look at his sexy girl but that’s the thing. Chan wants them to look. Chan wants them to look at how pretty his girl is in his clothes. The way his shirt is too big on you but thin enough that they can still see the outline of your curves, the way your hair is still a little messy probably from the way he pulled on them the night before and the way you’re standing there, still processing if you should go back into the room and change, looking all cute and fuckable – Chan just can’t believe he’s the lucky person who gets to have you.

“Daddy’s not in bed,” is what you say, gaining the courage to openly refer to him as ‘Daddy’ in front of the other boys. And the way you say it in such a cute voice with that cute little pout? Chan can’t help but feel his cock stirring in his pants.

“Daddy has to work, princess. Why don’t you come here and join us?” he tells you, patting his lap, signalling you to come over and like the sweet, obedient little thing you are, you do.

And Chan chuckles to himself when he sees you walking in the tight space between the members who are on the floor and on the sofa. You could have walked over from the front but no, you just want to torture the boys sitting on the floor because they can probably see your cute little baby pink panties.

“What’s Daddy doing?” you ask shyly, trying to not focus on the eyes that are definitely on you, choosing to focus only on Chan, carefully sitting on his lap, making the shirt ride up a little.

Your heart is pounding from excitement. You like to show off for Chan. You like showing people how good you can be for him.

And you definitely like the attention you get from the boys right now.

“I feel like we shouldn’t be here..” Hyunjin speaks up, clearing his throat, probably ready to sprint out of the dorm.

Hearing that, you pout. You turn to Hyunjin, give him your prettiest puppy eyes and say, “I promise I won’t bother Daddy and his friends while working. Just wanna be close to Daddy.”

Needless to say, the boys are smitten. Chan’s short comment of “You guys can look all you want” definitely changed the stakes.

Now the dance practice monitoring session is long forgotten. Who can focus on that when Chan is slowly rubbing your nipples over his shirt that you’re wearing, when you’re mewling like a cute little kitten, when your hips are subtly grinding onto Chan’s thigh?

Who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to watch this heavenly scene in front of them?

“Da-daddy.. Your work,” you try to remind him but your mind is filled with how good all this feels, having Chan touch you while his members watch. You’re used to Changbin and Jisung, but the others? It’s a whole new experience having 8 men look at you like you’re their last meal.

“But Daddy wants to take care of his princess. The boys don’t mind waiting, right boys?” Chan chuckles, amused how quiet the boys are, eyes dark as they look at your beautiful being. “Daddy needs some help though. Maybe Hyunjin can help me,” Chan speaks, calling Hyunjin towards the two of you on the sofa.

“Yeah?” Hyunjin sounds breathless and it makes you feel so shy that you have your head buried in the crook of Chan’s neck. “Don’t be shy, baby. Daddy needs you to turn around, can you do that for Daddy?”

And turn around you did. Now you’re greeted with a heavenly sight – seven boys staring at you, bulge evident and none of them care to hide their erections.

“Spit on her tits, Hyunjin. Make the shirt wet,” Chan instructs the long haired blonde so casually he nearly trips on his way near you. Seungmin and Felix who are sitting a bit further away can’t help but scoot nearer. All of them wish they were Hyunjin right now.

Hyunjin has his face near your tits and it’s taking all of your might not to arch your back into his face. You know Chan wouldn’t approve because no one can touch you but him.

The blonde man gathers his spit as he looks at Chan and you interchangeably, wanting the green light to spit. The nod from Chan and the needy look you give are all he needs to follow through, slowly letting his spit drip onto your right tit, his hands holding onto the side of the sofa, so he won’t touch you.

The sight makes you moan. And the feeling of his warm spit coming in contact with the fabric of the cold satin shirt makes you shiver, hands holding Chan’s as Hyunjin gives you some time to compute that another man just spat on your tits in front of your boyfriend and six other men.

“You like it, baby?” Chan asks, clearly loving how your nose is cutely scrunched as you try to calm down from the littlest stimulation.

“Fucking hell,” Felix curses, swallowing his own saliva as he watches how Hyunjin’s spit is leaving a drak spot that beautifully showcases your pretty nipple. Oh how he would die to just suck on it right now.

Your attention goes to Felix when Hyunjin walks back to his spot, sitting with the other boys as he stares at you. But Chan’s finger rubbing your wet nipple over the fabric grabs your attention again, making you arch your back into his touch, moaning softly when he lightly pinches it.

“My princess likes that, hmm? Like having other men’s spit on her?” Chan teases, kissing the side of your face softly. You nod absentmindedly, eyes closing as you melt into his touch, forgetting about everything else.

“Daddy, please,” you moan, you don’t even know what you’re begging for, you just need something more.

And more you got.

Now you’re spread wide on Chan’s lap, his clothed chest rubbing against your back as you try so hard not to buck your hips up while the boys take turns to spit on your pussy. You managed to stay still when the first two boys, Jeongin and Felix, did it but the way Changbin is looking at you with such confidence and the cocky smirk of his, you could just cry in wanton.

“What a pretty cunt,” Changbin says before he spits rather messily, different from how softly Jeongin and Felix did, and the way his warm spit comes in contact directly on your clit makes you shake, the unintentional bucking of your hips nearly buries Changbin into your cunt.

Chan chuckles at your little movement, knowing how hard you’re trying to be good for him.

“Daddy,” you whimper, almost crying at how difficult it is to stay still when you can feel the boys’ spit trickling from your slit.

“Shh baby. Daddy’s got you. Just need Minho, Jisung, Seungmin and Hyunjin to spit on your pretty pussy next, then Daddy will fuck you, hmm? You can do that for Daddy, yeah?” Chan speaks, voice soft and assuring, you find yourself nodding again and again, spreading your legs wider, ready for the four remaining boys to spit all they want so that you can have Chan’s cock.

Minho makes his presence known, licking his lips as he stares at your pussy and you nearly cry at the intensity.

But you really cry when your boyfriend spreads your pussy lips wide, the boys whistling and groaning as they watch intently how the mixed spit from Jeongin, Felix and Changbin get to finally find their way into your cunt.

“Maybe today the boys can touch, what do you say about that, baby?”

— as per this post [RE: things txt says during make-out sessions] i think yeonjun is fairly verbal when making out for you. praises fall from his lips between kisses. unlike some men, he LOVES when you wear lip gloss. when he sees it all shiny and smudged against your faces?? yeh. also think he's a bit more into giving you hickies than making out but he can do them both so !!

— make-outs aren't very sexual to yeonjun either. although he does get pretty hard during it—he's "hard out of love for you" as he might say. but otherwise (and this is his libra moon talking) he just likes kissing you 🥺