* Come Take A Seat In Your Fantasy *

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there are producers and songwriters who make hits and then, there is bang chan.

at only twenty-eight, he has somehow become one of the most sought-after producers in the country. inside the company he works in, his name carries an almost ridiculous amount of respect, and outside of it, artists from every major label fight for the chance to work with him, hoping his touch will turn a good song into a great one.

his schedule is packed months in advance, his email never empty, his phone constantly buzzing with texts from managers, artists, other songwriters and producers and friends asking for “just one more session”. and somehow, despite all of it, he never seems overwhelmed, if anything, he thrives on it.

chan loves people. he loves hearing new stories, bouncing ideas off strangers, learning things about someone and bringing them up weeks later. whether it is a rookie trainee nervously introducing themselves or a veteran artist stopping by his studio to complain about something, chan greets everyone with the same warm smile and easy laugh. 

he is the type of person who makes everyone else feel important, which is probably why everyone adores him. no matter how busy he is, and he is always busy, chan always finds time for people.

he has his own studio in the company, a little room on the fourth floor that has practically become his second home. half-finished lyric sheets cover every available surface and coffee cups decorate his desk like trophies. his keyboard is worn smooth from years of use and the speakers have blasted everything from orchestral demos to experimental hip-hop until two in the morning more times than he could count.

most people joke that he should just move a bed into the studio, and it isn’t entirely inaccurate. he arrives before almost everyone else and most nights he is still there long after everyone has gone home. but everyday before he goes home, he follows the same routine: saves whatever he’s working on, stretches until every muscle in his back cracks, throws on his hoodie, grabs his bag, turns off the light and then goes to the café that’s inside the building. 

officially, it’s because he desperately needs caffeine after spending hours buried in music. unofficially, well… the caffeine is only part of the reason why.

tucked inside the company’s lobby, there is a small café that stays open late to accommodate employees with late schedules. most people come for convenience, the coffee is surprisingly good and the pastries fresh, and it saves them from having to find somewhere else still open. 

chan had started going there almost a year ago and at first, it really had just been for the coffee but then, he had met you. now it has become the one part of his day he looks forward to more than anything else.

it isn’t subtle, at least not to anyone paying attention. his coworkers had noticed how he always volunteered to “make a trip downstairs” whenever they all wanted something. your coworkers had noticed how he’d linger at the counter just a little longer than necessary, managing to stretch a thirty-second transaction into a five-minute conversation, just so he could be there with you.

everyone knows he likes you, or everyone except you, as far as chan can tell. or maybe you do know and you’re just kind enough not to embarrass him. either way, it doesn’t stop him. every single night, without fail, chan finds himself standing in front of the café counter with a tired smile, pretending he is there for the caffeine when in reality, he is there because you are.

and today is no different. 

when chan leaves his studio, ready to go home, a couple of trainees hurry towards the lift with their bags slung over their shoulders, looking just as exhausted as he feels. he also sees a security guard who offers him a nod when he sees him.

“calling it a night?”, he asks chan.

he smiles, “trying to”

the guard laughs, “i’ll believe it when i stop seeing your studio light every single night”

chan chuckles under his breath before he waves goodbye and makes his way downstairs. the familiar smell of freshly ground coffee reaches him before the café even comes into view and he can see the warm lights spilling into the lobby, making the café feel almost cozy against the emptiness of the building. 

there are only two customers sitting by the windows, their laptops open in front of them. and behind the counter, you, wiping down the espresso machine and humming softly to whatever playlist the café has on tonight.

chan feels the corners of his mouth lift automatically because it doesn’t matter how exhausted he is, seeing you erases almost all of it. you turn around and find him there, staring at you. your face brightens into a smile that looks so effortless it makes his stomach flip every single time. 

“there he is”, you say.

chan walks over, resting one arm against the counter.

“i was wondering when you were gonna come today”, you tell him.

“well, seeing that i practically lived here… you could have come to see me before”

you tilt your head, pretending to think, “i guess so…”, you laugh then, which makes him laugh too, “so… the usual?”

“the usual”, he says as he nods his head.

“one large americano with one extra shot, no sugar, and…”

chan points at you, “very, very hot”

you roll your eyes with a smile before turning towards the machine.

“one lava americano coming right up”, you say.

chan watches you move around behind the counter with ease - you work quickly, but never look rushed. every movement is smooth, from grinding the beans to steaming the water and sealing the cup. then you walk back over and slide it across the counter towards him.

“extra hot”, you say as he grabs the cup.

the two words are delivered with the exact same tone every night. it had become an inside joke months ago and you said it every single time, without fail.

chan looks down at the cup before looking back at you, “you’ll never let that go, will you?”

“never”, you say as you shake your head.

“one day i’ll order it iced just to shock you”

you pretend to gasp, “i’ll refuse to serve it”

he laughs, “i don’t think you can do that”

“i don’t care, it’d be worth it”

he laughs again, shaking his head as he wraps both of his hands around the cup which is really hot, exactly how he likes it.

“so”, you ask him after a moment, “big project today?”

“how did you know?”

“you have the, i don’t know… “this that new pop” kind of face”

he snorts, “what? y/n what does that even mean?”

you laugh too, “i don’t know, but i’m sure you made a banger today”

he laughs again and then takes a careful sip of the coffee before signing happily.

“okay, you really weren’t kidding”, he says.

“what?”, you say.

“it is extra hot”

you cross your arms over your chest, “you asked for very, very hot”

“i know, but i think this could be considered plasma”, he teases you.

“you’ll survive, i’d hate to lose my favourite fan”, the words slip out before you can stop them and you try to take them back, but you can’t, “i mean of my coffee, fan of my coffee, because you like it and um-”

chan’s grin spreads slowly across his face, “oh?”

you close your eyes and groan, “don’t”

“i’m your favourite?”

“i didn’t say that”

“you literally did”

“i didn’t mean that”, you say, hiding your face behind your hands now.

“i’ll remember this day forever”, he says, placing one of his hands on his chest.

you shake your head, laughing despite yourself, “ugh, you’re impossible”, and then lower your hands so you can look at him again. 

he stays there for another few minutes, talking with you as he drinks his coffee, and when he finishes it, he looks around the café, seeing that there’s only you two there now and then he towards the front doors.

“i should probably let you finish closing”, he says.

“yeah, you probably should”, you say but neither of you moves.

he smiles at you again, “well…”

“well…”

“this is usually where i say goodnight”, he says.

“yeah, and i tell you not to work too late at home”

“and then i promise you i won’t”

“and then i pretend i believe you”, you say as you smile knowingly.

he chuckles before taking a small step backwards, “goodnight, y/n”

“goodnight, chris”

he turns towards the exit, makes it about eight steps and then stops. his heart is pounding so loudly he is convinced you can hear it from behind the counter. 

he’d spent weeks telling himself he’d ask you on a date and every single night he’d walked away thinking “i’ll do it tomorrow”. tomorrow became next week, and next week became next month.

if he doesn’t ask you now, he probably never will, so before he can overthink it, he turns around.

“hey”

you look up immediately, “what?”

he walks back towards the counter, rubbing the back of his neck.

“so…”, he says, and the confidence that everyone else always sees has completely disappeared, “if this is weird, you can absolutely say no”

your eyebrows lift slightly, “okay…”

“i was wondering…”, he says and then he laughs nervously, “shit, this is much harder than i thought it’d be”

“come on, you can do it”, you say, smiling at him.

the encouragement makes him smile too, “i was wondering if…”, he takes a breath, “if you’d maybe want to have dinner with me sometime”

for a second, the café seems completely silent, the espresso machine isn’t hissing and the music fades into the background. chan is convinced he’s forgotten how to breathe but then you smile at him and that makes every ounce of anxiety worth it.

“i’d really like that, chris”

he blinks, surprised, “really?”

“really”, you say, smiling even more.

the grin that spreads across his face is impossible to hide, “so that’s…”

“a yes”, you say.

“a yes”, he says as he laughs, almost in disbelief, “i was fully prepared for you to tell me you weren’t interested”

“oh, i’m definitely interested”, you say, giggling, and he swears that sound alone could make even the worst day worth enduring.

he looks down for a second, smiling to himself, “wow, okay, i- umm…”, he starts, trying to sound casual even though he is certain he is glowing, “you work tomorrow, right?”

“i do”

“the evening shift?”

you give him a curious look, “yeah”

he smiles sheepishly, “i already knew that, i might’ve… accidentally memorised your schedule”

you stare at him for a second, “accidentally? i’m gonna say that’s either really sweet or slightly concerning”

“i choose sweet”

you laugh at his answer, “yeah, i figured you would”

“okay, so… i’ll wait for you after your shift”

“you don’t have to do that, chris”

“i want to”, he says, smiling at you.

you can’t help but reciprocate, “okay, so it’s a date then”

his heart nearly stops, “it’s a date, yeah”

the words echo in his head like the catchiest chorus he’s ever written. you both stand there smiling at each other for another moment before you finally break the silence.

“you should go home and sleep, chris”

“i’ll think about it”, he says.

you laugh, “okay, see you tomorrow, chris”

he waves his hand, a little goodbye just for you, “see you tomorrow, y/n”

this time, when he walks towards the door, he doesn’t turn around, he doesn’t need to. he pushes through the glass entrance with the biggest smile he’s worn in months and his mind already racing ahead to tomorrow evening.

for once, he can’t wait for the next day to begin.

the front door clicks shut behind chan as he enters his apartment, the sound echoing like a signal that the day is finally over. he drops his bag by the entrance, his shoulders rolling back as he exhales a long, tired breath. he kicks off his shoes and pads straight towards the bathroom, already taking off his clothes and tossing them aside before he steps inside the shower.

water cascades over his broad chest and down the ridges of his abs, washing away the tension in his muscles. he washes his body starting with his arms and stomach, and then he moves lower, where his cock hangs heavy between his thighs. he gives a few lazy strokes to clean himself and before they turn into something more, he stops himself with a quiet chuckle.

not yet, he has plans for later.

once he’s done, he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist before heading to the kitchen. he prepares something easy and fast and then he eats standing at the counter, his mind already drifting towards what is coming next. dinner done, he cleans the plate and makes his way to his bedroom, grabbing his phone and closing the door behind him.

chan lets the towel drop and then stretches out on his bed, completely naked and relaxed. this is his ritual now, the one thing that helps him unwind completely. he opens the familiar page and scrolls past the endless thumbnails until his eyes land on the one profile that always stops him cold. months ago he’d clicked on her livestream by accident and nothing had been the same since. something about her pulls him in every single time. he has never seen her face, never heard her voice, but her body moves like it is made for his eyes alone. the way she touches herself, the way she seems to know exactly how to drive her viewers insane without saying a word… it’s hypnotic. 

he is about to pull up one of her older livestreams when a notification pops up on the screen and his pulse kicks harder. 

angelofyourdreams is live.

she is streaming right this second.

chan taps in immediately, his screen filling with her familiar setup and the chat already exploding with comments and donations. she is there in the centre of the frame, wearing nothing but a lingerie set that barely covers anything, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her hard nipples pressing against it, dark and tempting through the material. between her spread thighs the lace is visibly soaked, clinging to the outline of her pussy lips, a dark wet patch growing as she shifts.

her hands move slowly, tracing over her own skin. her fingers slide up her stomach, cup her breasts and then punch her nipples through the lace. she rubs herself over her panties next, pressing two fingers against her clit and the wet spot spreads wider.

leethighs: fuck i’m stroking so hard for you right now

dirtypup: my cock is throbbing just watching you

quokkjone: wish i could bury my tongue in that pussy

chan can’t help but comment too.

midnightwolf: i’d fuck you so deep you’d forget your own name

his hand wraps around his cock then. he’s already half-hard just from watching her and the first firm stroke makes him groan low in his throat. he grips the base tight, his thumb swiping over the tip to spread the precum that had gathered there. on screen, he sees the girl taking her bra off and then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the lace and peeling it down her legs until she’s completely naked.

her cunt is glistening, the lips swollen and shiny with her arousal, her clit peeking out from its hood. she spreads her thighs wider for the camera and lets her fingers slide through her folds, gathering her juices before circling her entrance. she pushes two fingers inside and then rolls her hips to meet them. chan matches the her rhythm, stroking himself as he watches her fuck herself on her own hand, adding another finger as her other hand stays on her clit, making her thighs tremble. 

aussielord: i’m coming already fuck

maknaeontop: your pussy looks so tight and perfect

artprince69: wish those were my fingers instead 

strongspear: i’d fill you up so much it’d leak out for days princess

chan’s breathing grows ragged and his hand moves faster, squeezing harder now. he can feel the heat building low in his gut, his balls tightening as he watches her fingers disappear inside her dripping cunt again and again. she arches off the bed, her body shaking, and he knows she’s close, and he is right there with her.

his stokes turn desperate, his hips lifting off the mattress to fuck into his own hand and then, the pressure snaps all at once. thick ropes of cum shoot across his stomach and chest while on screen the girl comes hard around her fingers, her thighs clamping together as her whole body shakes.

once her orgasm ends, she pulls her fingers out of her and then reaches out to end the livestream, the screen going dark. chan lies back against the pillows, his chest heaving and his cum cooling on his skin. a deep sigh leaves him, his body now loose and the tension from work completely gone.

as soon as chan enters the café, he feels his heart beating noticeably faster and he catches himself smiling before he even sees you. 

he had been distracted the entire day, not because of work, he always got that part done. he had been thinking about you and your date all day, and everyone working with him could see his mind was somewhere else that day. 

as he gets closer to the counter, he sees that you aren’t behind the counter. instead, there’s another barista cleaning up the espresso machine. she looks up the moment she hears chan coming in, her expression turning into a knowing grin.

“well, look who it is”, she says.

chan laughs softly, “hi”

“you’re not coming for the coffee today, aren’t you?”

“not today, no”

she leans both elbows on the counter, “so… you finally asked her out, huh?”

he rubs the back of his neck, “i did, yeah”

she nods her head and then points towards the hallway leading to the staff room, “she’s in the back changing”

chan smiles at her, “that’s okay, no rush”

“you look nervous”

chan looks away, “i am nervous”

she reaches beneath the counter and sets a glass of water in front of him, “here, for the nerves”

“thank you”, he says as he takes the glass.

a comfortable silence settles between them for a moment before she speaks again.

“i’m glad you finally asked her out”

chan looks up, “you are?”

she smiles warmly, “she’s really looking forward to seeing you”

his heart skips, “really?”

she shrugs innocently, “yes… but i didn’t tell you anything, it’s our secret”

before he can say anything else, the staff room door opens. chan turns to look and forgets what he was about to say. you step out, no longer wearing the café uniform he’d grown so used to seeing. instead, you’d changed into clothes that were simple and comfortable, and somehow they suited you perfectly. your hair, usually tied back while you worked, now frames your face naturally. 

you walk over to him as soon as you see him.

“sorry”, you say. 

chan smiles at you, “you don’t have to apologise”

“i made you wait”

“i would’ve waited longer”

the words come out before he can stop them and you smile, looking down for just a second.

“you’re sweet”, you tell him.

he scratches the back of his neck and laughs as he looks down, “i try”

your coworker watches the exchange with an expression that screams “finally” and then she claps her hands together.

“okay”, she says and you both turn to look at her, “i’m just gonna stand here and pretend that i don’t exist”

chan and you laugh and then he turns to look at you, “ready?”

you look at him and nod your head, “ready”

you both walk towards the door and he opens it for you, but before you can step out, your coworker’s voice calls after you.

“no show today, angel?”

you stop halfway through the door and look back over your shoulder, a small laugh escaping you.

“no show today, no”

she laughs and waves you both goodbye, “enjoy your night!”

“we will”, you say and then you both leave.

chan looks at you for a brief second.

angel?

that’s an unusual nickname, maybe it’s something your coworkers had come up with. it fits, he supposes. 

“i’m sorry”, he hears you say suddenly.

“for what?”, he looks at you.

“she’s nosy”

he laughs then, “it’s fine, don’t worry”

he opens the front door of the building, letting the air drift inside.

“dinner?”, he asks you.

you smile at him again, “dinner”

side by side, you step out into the night, completely unaware that the casual nickname chan has just overhead will stay in the back of his mind for longer than either of you could have imagined.

if someone asked chan the next morning how the food was, he honestly wouldn’t be able to answer, and it’s not because it’s not good, it’s because he just isn’t paying nearly as much attention to it as he’s paying to you.

the restaurant has turned out to be exactly the kind of place he’d hoped you’d enjoy. it’s modern with warm lighting hanging from the ceiling, wooden tables scattered across the dining area and the music loud enough to create a lively atmosphere but not so loud that people can’t talk.

one half of the floor is dedicated to the restaurant itself and the other is almost like a lounge. there’s a polished wooden bar stretched along one wall while groups of friends laugh over games of billiards, darts, table football, and arcade machines tucked into the corners. glasses clink together every few seconds and every now and then someone cheers loudly after sinking a difficult shot.

it feels relaxed and comfortable, and most importantly, there isn’t a single awkward silence between the two of you, not once.

“you actually did that?”, you ask him between laughs.

he laughs too, “i swear”

“you expect me to believe you accidentally sent the demo to the ceo instead of the artist?”

“it was one time”

you burst into laughter, setting your fork down before you drop it and then you hide your face behind your water glass. he smiles into his own drink because, god, this is so much easier than he’d imagined it was gonna be. 

for months he’d worried that, outside the café, the conversations would dry up, that without your coffee and his late night routines, you’d realise he wasn’t all that interesting.

instead, the hours keep disappearing. you’d talked about everything: your childhood memories, favourite movies, your favourite singers, the type of books you like, the movies you see.

now dinner plates have long since disappeared, replaced by two desserts sitting between you. you absentmindedly pick at yours while chan steals part of it.

“hey!”, you tell him, pretending to be mad at him.

“i’m hungry”

“you ate an entire steak, chris”

“i’m still hungry”

you shake your head, but he can see you’re smiling, “i can’t believe you”

“i will buy you another one”

“i don’t want another one, i physically can’t eat it”

“i’ll help you”

another laugh, another easy smile and another moment where chan finds himself thinking that this is the best day he’s had in years.

as you continue eating, your attention drifts for just a moment. most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but chan did. your eyes wander towards the lounge section of the restaurant, specifically towards the billiards tables. a group of friends has just finished a game, laughing as one of them celebrates what seemed like an impossible shot.

you watch them for a second then quickly look back down at your dessert as though you haven’t been looking at all.

chan smiles to himself, “you wanna play?”

your head snaps back up, “what?”

he nods his head towards the billiards table, “billiards”

“how did you-”

“you’ve looked over there five times”

“i have not”

“yes, you have”, he says, laughing softly.

“no, i was just…”, you glance over again almost instinctively, “looking”

“so you don’t want to”

you laugh a bit, “it looks fun”

“then let’s play”

you look back at him, “i’ve never actually played before”

“so?”

a tiny smile tugs at your lips, “i… i don’t know how to play, chris”

he leans forward slightly, “you trust me?”

you meet his eyes for just a second, and then nod your head, smiling at him. 

“i do”

“then let me teach you”, he says.

there is something about the way he says it that makes it very difficult to say no.

“okay, fine”, you say.

his smile grows immediately, “perfect”

the waiter appears a few moments later with the bill and before you can even reach it, chan picks it up.

“oh no”, you tell him.

“what?”

“we’re splitting it”

“we’re not”, he says, getting his wallet out to pay.

“chris!”

“i invited you”

“that doesn’t matter”, you say as you reach for the bill but he pulls it away, then you reach again and he holds it higher, “chris!”

“what?”, he says again, laughing now.

you cross your arms, “this is not fair”

he smiles innocently, “i don’t see the problem”

“the problem is you’re paying for everything”

“i don’t see a problem there”

he hands over his card before you have another opportunity to protest again. once he gets it back, chan thanks the waiter before standing up and offering you his hand.

“come on”

you look at his outstretched hand for a moment before smiling at him and taking it. his fingers are warm but so are yours and neither of you mentions the fact that neither of you lets go immediately.

most of the billiards tables are occupied by noisy groups but one sits empty beneath a hanging lamp. chan lets go of your hand and moves to pick up two cues from the rack and hand one to you.

“i have absolutely no idea of what i’m supposed to do”, you say as you stare at it.

he laughs, “i know”

“i could hit you with a ball”

“i trust you”, he says as he laughs harder.

you look at the table before you look at the cue in your hands again, “okay”, and a nervous smile spreads across your face.

he steps beside you, already reaching for the triangle rack to set up the balls.

“professor bang”, you say.

“mmhm?”

“please try not to fail your first and only student”, you tease him.

he looks over his shoulder with a grin, “i make no promises”

he finishes arranging the balls into a perfect triangle, then picks up the white ball and places it carefully on the table before he turns to look at you.

“okay”, he says, slipping into the teacher mode, “first lesson”

you stand up straighter, “i’m listening”

“you’re not supposed to hold the cue like you’re about to fight someone”

you look down at it, “i’m holding it wrong?”

“a little”

“a little?”

he smiles, “a lot”

you laugh, “okay, show me how to do it”

chan moves so he can adjust his own cue first and then you move, trying to copy him as best as you can, keyword being trying. you try to copy his hands, where he puts them and how he puts them, one a bit higher and the other on the flat felt, with his fingers a bit open so the cue can slide through.

you keep doing it wrong and he keeps laughing at you, so loud that a couple at the next table glances over with amused smiles. he moves next to you to adjust your grip first, moving your fingers only slightly, then he gestures towards your other hand and you flatten your palm again on the felt.

“okay”, he says, “see? it’s not that hard”

you look down and laugh, “i guess you’re earning your title, professor bang”

he circles the table, studying the angle and then points towards one of the striped balls, “your goal is that one”

you follow his finger, “that seems very far away”

“you’ve got this”

you sigh and then lean forward exactly as he’d shown you, “this is harder than it looks”

“it is”, he says laughing.

“so why do people make it seem easy?”

“years of practice”

“great”, you say, “okay… like this?”

“yeah, now just… nice and easy”, he says, his grin widening.

you nod your head, looking at the ball, “nice and easy”

you move the cue forward and the white ball rolls far more gently than either of you expected, nudging the striped ball just enough for it to move towards the pocket before stopping a few inches short.

you look at it, “i almost did it!”

chan smiles, “that’s the spirit”

you look up at him with a proud grin that makes him laugh all over again.

“i think i like having my own personal teacher”

“oh really? but i’m expensive”, he says, walking towards you now.

“how expensive?”

he pretends to think for a moment, “one dessert on our next date”

you walk closer to him, your chests almost touching, “so you’re already planning a next time?”

chan’s smile grows, “i’m hoping there’s gonna be one”

your own smile answers him before your words ever could, “i think we can arrange that”

the noisy chatter from the other tables fades into a low hum as the two of you continue playing. the shots keep getting more and more difficult, but chan continues to tell you and show you how you’re supposed to do it each time.

“try this one”, he says at one point, stepping in close.

his chest nearly grazes your back as he reaches around to guide your movements. his hands settle over yours on the cue, warm and firm, adjusting your grip. you feel the heat of his body radiating through his clothes, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the wood and felt of the table.

you lean forward and he moves right behind you, his body aligning with yours. his palms slide down to your hips to correct your posture, his thumbs pressing lightly into the curve  just above your waistband. you shift your weight and the cue slides forward, sending the white ball spinning before hitting the striped ball, which drops into the corner pocket.

“very good”, chan breathes against your ear, his approval sending a shiver down your spine.

the game progresses with increasing intimacy. every complicated shot brings him behind you again, his body getting closer to yours each time. his hands cover yours on the felt, guiding the cue with gentle pressure. when you miss a shot, he laughs softly and repositions you, one of his arms wrapping around your middle to steady your balance. 

his breath ghosts over your neck as he explains what you have to do, but his touch on your body speaks louder, moving lower and lower each time.

you both know the line you’re toeing and your movements grow bolder in response to his. you press back slightly at one point, your ass brushing the front of his jeans. chan inhales sharply, his grip tightening on your waist for a split second before he forces himself to focus on the game. 

he tries to think of anything else but your body is right there, warm and inviting. he moves his hips back just enough to create some space between your bodies, willing his cock not to respond, reciting the rules of the game in his head like a mantra.

another shot lines up and he steps in again, closer than before. his chest presses to your back as he adjusts your arm. you feel the solid line of him, the way his thighs bracket yours. the cue moves, you hear the balls clack, but neither of you tracks the result. his hand moves again, his palm flattening against your hip, pulling you closer to him.

you turn slowly in his hold, your cue still in your hand, your chest brushing with every breath now. the space between you shrinks to nothing. his eyes drop to your lips, dark and hungry, mirroring the way yours fix on his. the air thickens and you can feel his hand on your waist, his thumb stroking once in a daring caress, but before he can close the distance, you speak first.

“we should play another game”

chan nods his head, completely lost, his gaze still locked on your mouth as if he hasn’t processed what you just said.

“take me home, chris”, you continue, the suggestion hanging between you like a spark waiting to ignite, and at that moment, you both know you’re gonna get burned.

the ride home feels like an eternity, the heat from your earlier touches still lingering on your skin, both of you aware that the game has shifted from cues and balls to something far more primal, and that’s why once you close the door of your apartment behind you, everything detonates.

your lips crash onto his without hesitation, your hands pulling him closer to you. chan groans into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to lift you slightly, pinning you back against the wall. your tongues slide together in a desperate tangle, month of pining after each other exploding in a hungry kiss. 

his hands roam your body boldly now, one sliding down to grip your ass and pull you closer, his cock pressing against your thigh through your clothes. you grind forward in response, your fingers threading into his hair to angle the kiss deeper, sucking on his tongue as the tension from the game finally unleashes in full force. your bodies move in sync, your hips rolling and your mouths devouring each other.

“bedroom”, he says between kisses, his voice already wrecked, “where’s your room?”

“down the hall, third door on the right”

he carries you there with your legs locked around his waist and your mouths still fused together. the second your door closes behind you, he pins you against it, your back hitting the wood with a soft thud. his hips rock forwards, grinding his cock against your soaked panties through your clothes, the friction sending sparks up your spine.

“you have no idea”, he says against your lips, his voice low and rough, “how long i’ve thought about having you like this”

you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, “is that why you watch my lives? so you can have filthy fantasies about me?”

chan freezes. his hands stay on your body but he pulls back an inch, his breathing hard and his eyes wide with sudden shock. you slide down until your feet touch the floor, then step closer again, pressing your body against his. your fingers trace up his chest as you look up at him through your lashes.

“chris… i’m the camgirl you always watch”, you say, watching the realisation dawn across his face.

“no show today, angel?”

angel.

show.

that’s what your coworker had said before you left the café. the username of the girl he watches is angelofyourdreams and he is sure that if he checks his phone now, there won’t be a livestream happening, which there normally would be, like every night. 

he stares at you, his chest heaving as the pieces click into place so fast you can almost see the moment it hits him. 

his pupils blow wide, his lips parting on a shaky exhale, but you don’t give him time to speak. you lean in and press your mouth to the column of his throat, kissing the hot skin there before dragging your tongue along his pulse point.

“i always knew you watched me”, you murmur between kisses, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “your username, the way you comment… i recognised you the second you sent the first one, chris”, your teeth graze his earlobe, “and i find it so fucking hot that you’ve been watching me all this time. that you get hard for me every night and you’ve probably jerked off to my lives more times than you can count”

chan’s whole body jerks. his hand tighten on your waist like he is physically holding himself back from coming right there in his pants. a low, broken sound leaves his throat as your lips move lower, sucking a mark just above his collarbone while your hand slides down to palm the thick bulge straining against his zipper.

“all those nights you watched me finger myself, spread my legs, come all over my hand while you stroked your cock”, you continue, your voice a sinful whisper against his skin as your fingers work his belt open with deliberate slowness, “did you imagine bending me over the desk in your studio? fucking me in the café? making me ride you until i scream your name?”, you kiss back up to his jaw, then catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting down just hard enough to sting before releasing it, “show me, chris. show me every single thing you’ve ever wanted to do to me”

something inside chan snaps the second those words leave your lips. the realisation that you had known it was him all along, that you had watched his filthy comments night after night and then smiled sweetly at him in the café the next day, hits him like a live wire. his eyes darken and his jaw clenches as the last thread of control burns away. the image of you pretending to be innocent while you knew exactly what he did to himself thinking about you - or rather the camgirl - made something primal roar to life in his chest.

before you can react, his mouth crashes back onto yours with bruising force. his hands move with frantic purpose, yanking all of your clothes off until you’re both completely naked in the middle of your room. his cock stands thick and heavy between you, already leaking at the tip from how worked up he is. 

“on your knees”, he says, his voice commanding but threaded with raw need, “right here on the floor”

you drop to your knees without hesitation and the moment you are settled, his cock is right in front of your face. one of his hands wraps around the base, slowly stroking himself while the other slides into your hair, his fingers threading deep and gripping tight. he pumps his fist a couple of times, letting you watch the way his thumb smears the precum across the tip.

“i’m going to fuck your throat”, he says, “for every single time you knew it was me watching you. for every night you spread your legs on camera knowing i was stroking my cock to you. for seeing me every day and still pretending you were so sweet and innocent”, his grip in your hair tightens just enough to tilt your head back, “you knew and you let me suffer”

you look up at him through your lashes, your lips already parting and your voice trembling with want, “please, use me, chris. fuck my mouth however you want. i want it”

chan’s breath hitches and then he guides the head of his cock to your lips, rubbing the tip across them until they glisten.

“open”, he says.

you obey instantly, your tongue flicking out to taste him. he pushes forward slowly at first, letting you adjust to the stretch as he slides over your tongue and deeper. the hand in your hair holds you steady while the other stays wrapped around the base as he moves his cock into your mouth.

“fuck… that’s it”, he groans when your lips close around him, “suck me just like that”

he starts to move, letting you get used to his cock on your mouth. your tongue presses up against the underside of his cock, swirling around the tip every time he pulls back. saliva quickly coats him, making each slide wetter and filthier and he just watches your mouth stretch around him with hungry eyes, as your eyes roll back.

“i’ve been dreaming about this”; he says as his hips roll forward a little harder, “look at you, on your knees for me”

he pushes deeper on the next thrust, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. you gag softly, some tears rolling down your face, but you don’t pull away, and the sight makes him curse under his breath.

“fuck… you’re so fucking perfect”, he says, his voice strained, “taking it so well. breathe through your nose, baby. let me in”

he holds your head gently but firmly and thrusts again, this time sinking until your nose nearly touches his stomach. more tears spill down your cheeks from the pressure, but the heat in his gaze only intensifies. he pulls back, letting you gasp for air, making strings of spit connect your lips to his cock and then he pushes in again. 

he continues fucking your mouth and every time he hits the back of your throat you swallow around him, the tight squeeze making his thighs tremble. his hand in your hair never hurts, just keeps you there, exactly where he wants you.

“that’s it, y/n… just like that. suck harder- fuck, yes”, his voice cracks on the last word when you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper on your own.

you keep your eyes on him, watching the way his abs flex and his jaw goes slack with pleasure. he is so hard it almost hurts, the veins of his cock pulsing against your tongue.

“i-i’m gonna come”, he warns you, “want it in your mouth?”

you moan around him in answer and then he thrusts faster, chasing his release, the hand in your hair tightening as his control finally fails. with a broken groan, he buries himself as deep as he can and comes hard. his cum floods your mouth, hot and heavy, some of it spilling from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin because there is simply too much.

he keeps thrusting through it, riding out every wave while you swallow what you can, the rest leaking messily down your throat and onto your chest and nipples. his whole body shakes with the force of it, a wrecked sound leaving his chest as he finally slows, still holding your head gently.

he pulls out slowly, his cock twitching and a final bead of cum dripping from the tip onto your tongue. you look up at him, your lips swollen, your chin shiny with his cum and your eyes glassy, and he lets out a shaky exhale at the sight. he then slides his arms and pulls you up against him. he starts kissing you again, tasting his own cum on your tongue. 

he walks you backwards without breaking the kiss, guiding you until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. you sit down on the mattress and he sinks to his knees between your spread thighs. he moves to your collarbone, pressing slow and open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

his tongue moves lower, finding the streaks of his cum that had dripped onto your chest. he licks your nipples, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and cleaning every drop with his tongue, making your back arch, before he moves to the other nipple.

“f-fuck… chris”, you moan as you try to move closer to him.

his lips move lower again, over the curve of your stomach. then he moves you just enough to have your feet planted on the floor while your back rests flat on the bed, the position leaving you completely open for him. 

chan’s tongue drags a stripe from your entrance to your clit, before he seals his lip around it and sucks. a broken moan tears from your throat as he licks and sucks you, each of them perfectly timed to keep you hovering right on the edge without tipping over. his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit for a few seconds then slows to long and lazy strokes that have you grinding down against his face.

“chris- please”, you gasp as your fingers move to his hair, “more. i-i need more”

he hums against you and then one of his fingers slides through your folds, gathering your juices before he presses it inside, then adds a second finger. his mouth stays on your clit, sucking and licking and driving you insane. every time your walls started to flutter around his fingers, he stops, pulling back just enough that the orgasm slips away again.

“fuck, you taste even better than i imagined”, he says against your soaked cunt, “i could stay here for hours”, he says as he licks another slow stripe, then sucks your clit between his plump lips.

your hips buck hard but he holds you down with one strong hand across your lower belly. you are shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“please, chris, please let me come. i can’t take it anymore”

he answers you by thrusting his fingers deeper while his tongue works on your clit. the pressure builds again, hotter and sharper than before, your thighs shaking around his head, but just as you feel yourself about to tip over, he slows once more, keeping you right on the precipice.

“i’m begging you”, you sob, your hips twitching uselessly against his hold, “let me come, p-please”

chan groans low in his throat and he finally gives in. his fingers curl hard against that perfect spot that makes you stop breathing while his mouth sucks your clit harder and you finally hurtle over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you. your walls clench around his fingers and he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking and fingering you until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and broken little cries spill from your lips. 

he presses one last gentle kiss to your oversensitive clit before he pulls his fingers free. he looks up at you from between your thighs, his lips shiny and his eyes dark with satisfaction. your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, the aftershocks still rippling through you.

his hands slide beneath your body, lifting you as he rises from his knees. he moves you further onto the bed, lying you down properly with your head on the pillows before he climbs over you. his body covers yours completely, skin pressed to skin, and his mouth finds yours again. your hands roam everywhere, over the hard planes of his shoulders, down the flexing muscles of his back, on his neck, moving to his ass to pull him closer to you.

“i wanted this so badly”, he says against you lips, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you”

your hands keep exploring, your fingers tracing every muscle and your nails scraping down his sides until he shivers. the kiss grows messier, your tongues chasing each other while your bodies rock together in small and needy movements.

suddenly, you press your hands against chan’s chest and push him. he lets you roll him onto his back without resistance, letting you straddle his hips as you lay on top of him now. your hands stay on his chest, pinning him down while you look at him with a wicked little smile.

“you’re not the only one who’s had fantasies”, you tell him, your voice low and husky, “i’ve thought about you for months. about how it would feel to just sit on your cock and keep you inside me, warming you while you throb and ache”

his eyes widen at your words.

cock warming.

his cock jerks hard against your ass at the image, already swelling again, but at the same time, he’s not sure if he’s gonna last, he thinks the image alone could make him come there and then. 

“shit- wait, i don’t know if i can-”, he says, his voice rough with sudden desperation, but you cut him off with a kiss.

your tongue pushes into his mouth and you nip at his bottom lip before releasing him, “shh, it’s my turn now”

you shift up on your knees, reaching between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock. you drag the head through your folds, coating him in your arousal before lining him up. you start pushing him inside you, both of you moaning at the same time. you sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch until your ass meets his hips and he is buried inside you. the stretch burns so good you have to pause, breathing hard, feeling every throb of him against your inner walls. 

“please, m-move”, chan begs you, his voice cracking as his hands move to your hips, his fingers digging in, “fuck- you feel so tight. please ride me”

you shake your head, staying perfectly still, clenching around him deliberately before you lean down to kiss along his jaw.

“you know, i’ve imagined this exact moment a lot of times”, you say as your lips brush his ear, “i’d use my fingers and pretend they were your cock, just feeling them inside me like this. but it wasn’t what i wanted, i wanted to feel you get harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore”

he groans, his hips moving upwards, but you press down harder, keeping him pinned there.

“i also fantasised about waking up with you already inside me”, you continue, your voice breathy, “about you filling me up in the middle of the night and just staying there, your cock throbbing while i clenched around you. we could try that another day if you want”

you can feel him swelling even more inside you, the head of his cock pressing deeper with every word you say. his breathing turns ragged, his chest heaving under your hands.

“y/n, please… i-i’m gonna come if you don’t move”, he says, his voice strained.

you finally start to move, slowly, very slowly, lifting just a bit before sinking back down. the drag of him against your walls makes you both moan. your clit brushes against the base of his cock with every move, sending sparks through your core. 

chan’s grip tightens on your hips, “faster, p-please, go faster”, he begs you, his eyes glassy with need.

you give him what he wants and pick up the pace until your thighs burn and the wet sounds of your bodies fill the room. his hand slides between you, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing circles that make your vision blur. 

you fall forward on his chest, your mouths crashing together in a kiss while your hips keep moving and you keep swallowing each other’s moans as the pleasure builds higher.

“fuck, i’m… i’m close”, chan gasps against your lips, his fingers working your clit faster while his other hand moves to your ass, helping you move on top of him.

you clench around him hard, riding him with quick and shallow rolls that drag your clit against his skin with every thrust. his cock pulses inside you, thick and hot, and the feeling pushes you right to the edge.

“come with me, chris”, you whisper, your voice breaking, “fill me up, please”

the orgasms hit both of you at once. your walls clamp down around him while he thrusts up hard, burying himself deep as he spills inside you. his cum fills your cunt, mixing with your own juices as you shake on top of him. the kiss turns sloppy, all tongue and desperate sounds while your bodies shake together through every wave. you stay locked like that, trembling as the room spins around you. 

his cock still pulses faintly inside your cunt, the warm mix of your juices and his cum leaking out around his softening cock with every tiny shift. you move your head just enough to look at him and brush some strands of hair from his forehead with gentle fingers.

“you okay, chris?”, you whisper, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.

he nods, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as his hands slide up your back in soothing strokes, “yeah… more than okay. you?”

you nod your head, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before nuzzling into his neck. slowly, you begin to move again, but this time it’s tender. you rock your hips in gentle circles, feeling his cock twitch and start to stir once more inside you, but you keep it unhurried, savouring the connection.

chan groans softly and moves you so he can kiss you again. you melt into the kiss, your hands cupping his face as you suck gently on his lower lip, the kiss turning wet and sensual, your mouths parting and reconnecting with soft sighs.

his hands roam your body again, palming your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers until they’re hard again, then they slide down your body to grip your ass cheeks and spread them slightly, letting more of his cum drip from your cunt onto his balls. you clench around him again, drawing a low moan from his throat that vibrates against your lips.

he breaks the kiss first, pulling back just enough to look at you with a dazed and incredulous expression, before a soft laugh escapes him, rumbling through his chest beneath your palms.

“i can’t believe all this time it was you”, he says, his voice still rough, “months of wanting you and also jerking off to those streams, imagining exactly this, with you”

you laugh too, a bright and breathless sound that makes your cunt flutter around his cock.

“surprise”, you say, teasing him, leaning in to capture his mouth again, your tongue dancing with his as your hips give another lazy roll, grinding your clit against the base of his cock.

he breaks the kiss again, “when you said yesterday i was your favourite fan… you meant the livestreams?”, he asks you suddenly, a shocked look on his face.

you laugh again, pulling him back into the kiss without answering directly at first, just your lips parting his and your tongues sliding together as you suck on his tongue like you want to devour every reaction. the make-out turns even slower, more intimate, full of nips and licks along his jaw, your neck, your teeth grazing his earlobe while your walls still squeeze his cock inside you.

you break the kiss this time, pulling back just enough to trace lazy patterns over this chest with your fingertips, circling his nipples before dragging lower across his abs, feeling them tense under your touch. you bite your lip, your eyes locked on his as you feel the head of his cock pressing insistently against your cervix with every subtle shift.

“so… are you ready to show me some more of those fantasies that you have?”, you say as you clench around him again, feeling every vein and throb of his cock inside you.

chan leans up closer, his hands tightening on your waist as his eyes darken with renewed hunger.

“i’m more than ready”, he growls against your lips before kissing you again, his tongue pushing in as you feel his cock swell fully hard once more inside you, already twitching with fresh need and ready to fuck you through every fantasy you’ve both been holding back.

a/n: and with that the event is done!!!! thank you all so much for reading, i really hope you liked the stories and thank you again for all your love and support 🩷

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kim seungmin is the smart, annoying friend who always reminds everyone about deadlines two weeks in advance. he is the boy who carries a bag heavier than his own body because he insists on bringing every book “just in case”. he is the boy who sighs whenever one of your friends makes a stupid decision but then immediately helps them anyway.

kim seungmin is the boy who complains the loudest and loves the hardest. 

he loves studying and he loves his colour coded notes and neat handwriting and he also loves getting the highest grade and acting like he doesn’t care much about it.

he likes his routines - waking up at eight, having coffee with exactly one sugar, listening to the same playlists over and over again, walking to university instead of taking the bus because he likes to dedicate those extra fifteen minutes to think.

his life is simple, comfortable and very predictable. or at least most of it is, except for the parts of his life that concern you. 

not that he ever tells you this, god forbid.

because seungmin is brave enough to argue with your professors, brave enough to tell strangers when they’re wrong, brave enough to stand up for every single one of your friends. but when it comes to you? he is pathetic, absolutely hopeless.

you had met years ago during your first year at university, he remembers it with embarrassing clarity - you were sitting one row ahead of him, your hair messy because you had been late to class and your cheeks still red from running across campus. the professor had asked a question and you - very confidently, he has to say - had given the wrong answer. he had laughed at your answer, like a full and proper snort escaped him, and you just turned around and glared at him, making him freeze in his seat. 

“you think it’s funny?”, you had asked him, narrowing your eyes.

he stopped laughing immediately and shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, and somehow, that was your beginning, because your hatred for him lasted only those twenty seconds, maybe even less, and after that, your friendship began.

now you are inseparable and seungmin thinks that everything about you two is normal, or at least he likes to pretend that it’s normal when he texts you good morning every day, when he walks on the side closest to traffic when you’re together, when he keeps your favourite snacks in his bag, when he knows which things make your eyes light up and when he knows when you’re lying about being okay.

sometimes he thinks he knows you better than he knows himself, and maybe that’s exactly why he’s doomed, because he is completely and utterly in love with you. he knows it, and he also knows that it’s embarrassing and stupid, because now everything revolves around you. every accomplishment means nothing if he can’t tell you first and every joke becomes funnier if you laugh at it.

he tries to ignore his feelings at first, but of course, he fails miserably, because every time you smile at him, his brain short circuits. he’s completely gone and every single one of your friends knows it.

“you are disgusting”, changbin tells him one day.

seungmin frowns, “i’m literally doing nothing”

“you’re staring at y/n as she walks away”

he scoffs and ignores him, but he spends the next ten minutes wondering if it’s so obvious that everyone can see it. well, everyone except you. or maybe you do see it and you just haven’t said anything because you don’t feel the same way and you want to be nice, to still be friends.

seungmin doesn’t know and he’s too scared to find out, so he settles for your friendship and your late night phone calls as well as your movie nights and walking you home every time you go out. 

but he also likes to think that maybe, just maybe, the universe will help him someday, and maybe one day you’ll realise how he looks at you and you’ll look at him the same way. 

but until then, he just wants to be enough for you, your best friend and the person you can rely on. he wants to be good for you, in every possible way, even in ways that he doesn’t understand yet, which becomes a problem because unlike most of your friends, seungmin has exactly zero experience when it comes to romance, and even less when it comes to sex.

zero, nothing, nada. 

he’s never had a girlfriend, never kissed anyone, never gone on a proper date. the closest thing he has to experience is reading awkward advice forums at three in the morning, which he thinks it’s ridiculous, because now, he’s twenty-something and your last year at university is finally here. 

he’s an adult and he still blushes whenever your friends make dirty jokes, he still coughs awkwardly and looks away when there’s a sex scene on tv, and he still pretends to check his phone whenever your friends talk about who they went home with the night before or how many times they came that weekend.

it’s embarrassing, especially because lately he can’t stop thinking about you. not in a bad way, no, not because he wants to disrespect you, it’s quite the opposite really. he likes you so much that he wants to understand relationships better, he wants to know what to do to make you happy, he wants to know how to be caring and gentle but also rough, he wants to know how to make you feel good just in case he ever has the chance to.

so he decides to do some research, because that’s what he always does, research everything. he starts with educational websites, reading some articles and medical journals as well as safe relationship guides. 

he takes notes - yes, actual notes - and reads for hours, learning absolutely nothing useful because every single web says the same things: communicate with your partner, respect your boundaries, be honest, don’t force things… and they are good points obviously, but it’s nothing he didn’t know before and they don’t answer the questions he’s too embarrassed to say out loud.

what if he’s awkward?

what if he’s inexperienced forever?

what if one day you like him back and he disappoints you?

what if you decide to walk away from him? 

those questions keep him awake at night, so eventually, and hesitantly, with his face burning bright red, and in the privacy of his room when he knows changbin is already sleeping in his, he starts looking elsewhere, on different pages, pages where people share their experiences. then he moves to pages where people share videos, pages he had never dared visit before.

he sees one that’s a bit different from the others, a page that shows livestreams too, not just recordings. his cursor hovers over the link for a bit before he rubs his face. he tells himself that this is only to find and learn new things, that he’s only doing this because he has been hopelessly in love with you for years and wants to learn every way to hopefully make you feel good one day, to not make a fool of himself and learn things that you may like. 

his hand hesitates a bit more and then with a racing heart and enough embarrassment to last a lifetime, he decides to explore a world he knows absolutely nothing about and clicks on the link. the screen flashes and a new tab opens, bathing his dorm room in the pale blue glow of it. he sees multiple videos at first before he opens one where a girl is in nothing but a thin white tank top and panties, sitting cross-legged on her bed. her nipples are already stiff against the fabric and she keeps rubbing herself through her underwear, the damp spot growing darker with every pass.

seungmin’s throat goes dry and he closes the livestream fast.

he opens a new one, the girl there naked from her waist down as she fingers herself with two fingers. he sees the chat going crazy, people sending donations and comments, and when he feels his face burn again he closes that livestream too.

another click, another girl, this time lying on her back with her legs spread wide. the livestream doesn’t fully load before seungmin closes that one too, his heart hammering inside his chest. 

he keeps clicking, each new livestream more explicit than the last and then, he finds one that makes him stop when he opens it.

the girl is on her knees in the centre of her bed, her face carefully cropped out of frame. she is wearing a black bra and matching panties and something about the way she moves makes seungmin freeze. she reaches up and cups her breasts over the bra, her thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples. from the corner of his eye, seungmin can see the chat going crazy, as the comments and donations never stop.

leethighs: fuck yes

aussielord: i’m so hard take everything off 

the girl ignores the comment and keeps touching herself, squeezing and rubbing until her breathing grows heavier. seungmin swallows hard and his hand drifts down without permission and presses against the growing bulge in his pants which he didn’t realise until now. every single sound that comes from the girl makes his stomach twist with a confusing mix of shame and heat and even though he tells himself he is only doing this for research, his cock is already hard and ready to explode. 

the girl on the screen hooks her thumbs into her panties and moves just enough to push them down her thighs and kick them off. then she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, leaving her completely naked, with her knees spread and her cunt on full display. the camera angle is low enough that seungmin can see everything, including her folds and the way her clit peeks out when she moves. 

she reaches down and traces two fingers along her folds, a moan slipping out of her. seungmin’s hand moves on its own, taking his cock out and giving it one slow stroke, biting his lip to keep quiet. the girl spreads her legs wider and uses her fingers to part her folds, showing the camera how wet she already is. she circles her clit a few times and then slides one finger inside herself, moaning again.

seungmin’s grip tightens and he strokes himself in time with her movements, his eyes glued to the screen, completely hypnotised. 

quokkjone: fuck yourself for us

midnightwolf: such a good girl

maknaeontop: i’m gonna come just watching you

artprince69: add another finger

the girl obeys this time and pushes a second finger inside herself as her hips rock forward to meet her own hand. her moans grow breathier and higher, she’s almost screaming now, letting the sounds fall out of her as she fucks herself harder. 

seungmin’s hand moves faster, his eyes locked on the girl’s cunt, watching the way her fingers disappear inside her again and again. he imagines what it would feel like to be the one inside her, no, how it would feel like to be inside you, making you scream like the girl in the livestream is doing right now. he imagines you, spread open like that for him, begging for him, and the thought alone makes his cock twitch hard in his fist, his orgasm growing faster and unstoppable now. 

the girl adds a third finger, her moans turning into cries now. her free hand moves to pinch one nipple, the chat going feral at this point.

maknaeontop: you look so pretty like this fuck

leethighs: three fingers in i bet you like it rough

he is panting now, trying to stay quiet and not wake changbin up, but he can’t stop looking at the girl and how her fingers keep moving as her moans never stop. her thighs start to tremble and then she comes hard, her juices leaking out around her fingers as she keeps rubbing her clit through her orgasm. 

seungmin’s stokes grow frantic and then his orgasm hits him like a punch, his hips jerking as his cum shoots across his stomach and hand, his vision going white for a second. he keeps stroking his cock through his orgasm, milking every drop as he watches the girl on screen pull her fingers out. she leans forward just enough for the camera to catch the movement of her hand and then, she waves once and ends the stream. 

seungmin sits there in the sudden silence, the screen with the image of the girl close to the camera now, his chest heaving and his cock softening in his sticky hand. his cum is cooling on his skin as he stares at the “stream ended” message. he feels his face burn with embarrassment, he hadn’t meant for this to happen. he just wanted to learn, to understand, to find things, to hopefully be good for you one day.

instead he had just jerked off to a stranger while imagining it was you who was spread open and screaming for him.

two weeks, fourteen days, that’s long enough for everyone to notice how seungmin keeps disappearing. not completely, because he still shows up to every class and hands in every assignment on time, but the moment class ends, he’s gone.

he doesn’t linger in the hallway, he doesn’t grab coffee with all of you, there’s no spontaneous movie nights, no teasing you until you threaten to throw your book at him. nothing, he always has an excuse.

“i can’t, i have to study”

“not today, i have to do some research for a project” 

to be honest they’re believable excuses, they’re seungmin excuses, and nobody questions them. and to be fair, he really does some research, just not the one you all expected him to do.

the first livestream should have been the last one, that’s the first thing he told himself the morning after he watched it. he woke up and deleted his browser history, then avoided opening his laptop for almost the entire day. he promised himself that what had happened was a mistake born from curiosity and that he would move on and forget it happened.

but what happened instead was that that same evening, he caught himself wondering if that girl would stream again that day, then he opened his laptop and found the page and the same girl again, embarrassingly fast he has to admit. he told himself he would look at the account for a minute, just to prove himself that the fascination was gone.

but it wasn’t.

one minute became thirty and thirty became an hour and then he had learnt the days she usually goes live, according to the schedule she had posted. and without meaning to, he started planning his days around her schedule and whenever there wasn’t a livestream, he would watch the old ones, archived in previous recordings. 

there are lots of them, more than he expected, and the girl always starts and ends the livestream with a small wave, which makes her seem less like a stranger. that thought unsettles him a bit because he knows he shouldn’t feel familiar with someone he’s never met, he shouldn’t feel familiar with a girl who he watches with her fingers buried deep inside her as his hand strokes his cock wishing it was someone else’s hand instead.

he wonders why he feels so familiar with her and then, one day, he realises the reason he can’t look away, the reason why something about her has felt strangely familiar from the very beginning - it’s her silhouette, her body.

it reminds him of you, of your body.

when he realises, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. he hates himself for even thinking about it because it feels invasive, wrong. the comparison comes from last summer when you all went on a weekend trip and he saw you wearing your bikini when you went to the beach. it wasn’t too revealing, just a normal bikini, but he remembers how hard he had tried not to stare at you, how hard he had to convince himself he wasn’t staring.

apparently his memory had been sharper than he realised.

now whenever he sees that girl, he sees you. he sees her body and wishes it was yours, he sees her fingers parting her folds and circling her clit and he wishes it was your fingers entering you instead. or even better, he wishes that girl was you and he was the one who had his fingers inside you, well his fingers or whatever it was that you wanted from him. 

and every time he sees you now, the real you and not a figure of his imagination when he has his hands on his cock, guilt settles in his chest like a stone. because even though this all started with him wanting to learn and be good for a possible, hypothetical future where you two are together, the reality now is that he will masturbate while he watches a stranger and thinks about you. he wonders when things got out of hand. 

so, when the second saturday after his little livestreams adventure started comes, all of your friends plan to go to the cinema and have dinner outside, just a little break from all your exams and what not. but to no one’s surprise, seungmin decides to stay in, because he has to do some…

‘research’

changbin says goodbye and clicks the door of their dorm shut behind him. seungmin waits one minute, then a bit more, and only when he’s completely sure that changbin won’t suddenly come back because he forgot his wallet or his phone or something, he closes the door of his room and reaches for his laptop. he opens the page that he knows by heart already and then, enters the account and a small message appears at the top.

live in five minutes.

his heart is already pounding like he had run up four flights of stairs. he shifts in his chair, already half-hard from the anticipation alone and he wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs. then the stream loads and the live begins.

the girl is on her knees in the middle of her bed, her face cropped out like always. she’s wearing a baby blue lace bra that barely qualifies as clothing, leaving very little to the imagination, if anything at all, and the delicate cups are sheer enough that her nipples are seen through the fabric. she’s not wearing panties this time, her bare hips and thighs are on full display, but because of how she’s sitting, her cunt isn’t visible for now. seungmin’s cock gives a hard and immediate twitch inside his boxers.

the girl lifts one hand and gives the camera that same familiar wave and the chat starts working, people already sending their comments and donations.

artprince69: fuck yeah she’s back

quokkjone: that bra and no panties? you’re criminal

aussielord: take it off already

seungmin’s mouth goes dry and he presses the heel of his hand against his swelling cock while he bites his lip. the girl brings both hands up to cup her breasts over the lace, her thumbs dragging slow circles over her nipples until the fabric tents even more. the lace looks so delicate against her skin that seungmin can almost feel how soft it is.

she reaches off-screen for a moment and when her hand comes back into frame, it’s holding something new - a big and thick dildo. seungmin lets out an involuntary groan, his cock getting harder just from imagining what she’s gonna do. she has never used a toy on a live before and the sight of it in her hand makes his cock throb painfully.

the chat goes feral, more donations coming and the comments going absolutely crazy.

leethighs: ride that until you squirt 

maknaeontop: i wish it was my cock instead

midnightwolf: the princess wants to play with fire tonight

seungmin shoves his clothes to his thighs until his cock springs free, already leaking. he wraps his hand around the base and gives one slow stroke as his eyes stay locked on the girl. she leans forwards just enough for her mouth to enter the frame and then she parts her lips and lets a long and thick string of spit drip from her tongue onto the tip of the dildo. the saliva runs down the toy and she uses her hand to spread it, making it slick and shiny.

seungmin’s grip tightens, as he imagines that spit was yours and that toy was his cock, he imagines that you were the one getting it ready for him, and that thought makes his hips jerk upwards into his hand.

the girl shifts on the bed, spreading her knees wider, letting everyone see her cunt now, her clit peeking out and her entrance clenching visibly as she positions herself. she holds the dildo beneath her and then begins to lower herself. seungmin’s breath punches out of him in a ragged moan as the toy disappears inside her. she pauses halfway, breathing hard, and then sinks the rest of the way until her ass meets the bed and the toy is completely inside her, a broken moan slipping out of her.

seungmin strokes himself faster, matching her pace as she begins to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside her and then dropping back down, taking every inch again. one of her hands comes up to squeeze her breasts through the lace, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her scream. 

aussielord: that’s it keep riding that toy sunshine

artprince69: fuck i already came from seeing this

midnightwolf: good girl, taking it like a champ 

seungmin barely registers the comments, as his hand keeps flying up and down his cock. in his mind the girl on screen is you, he pictures your body in that baby blue lace and your cunt swallowing his cock instead of the toy, your moans and screams filling his room instead of hers. he imagines reaching up to tug the bra down, freeing your breasts so he can suck on your nipples while you ride him.

the girl starts riding the toy faster, her moans almost desperate now. her free hand moves to her clit, her thighs shaking with the new sensation. the dildo is soaked, shiny with her arousal and every time she lifts off it leaves a string of wetness connecting her pussy to the toy, and the only thing seungmins wants to do is lick it clean. he can feel his orgasm building fast, hotter and heavier than anything he has felt before.

the girl’s movements grow erratic and then her back arches and she finally comes, screaming as one of her hands keeps pinching her nipple and the other circles her clit. a long and broken cry tears from her throat and seungmin comes with her, his cum shooting from his cock and splattering across his hand, his thighs and his t-shirt. the mess is everywhere but he can’t stop looking at the girl and how her cunt still flutters around the dildo.

she lifts herself off the toy slowly, and then she holds the glistening toy up for the camera one last time. she leans forward just enough to wave goodbye and then ends the livestream, the thumbnail of the video being a full and clear image of the baby blue lace bra and her nipples still visible through the lace.

seungmin sits there staring at it, his chest heaving and his cock softening in his hand. his thighs are still shaking and even though that guilt and heat start a war in his chest again, the image of that bra on the screen stays burned behind his eyelids, he can’t look away. his breathing is still uneven, his heart refusing to settle as guilt washes over him.

he drags a trembling hand over his face, “what is wrong with me…”

he doesn’t close the page, he can’t - the thumbnail remains on the screen, frozen exactly where the stream ended. he snaps the laptop shut, hiding the screen for now, pretending that this never happened. he lets out a long breath and then stands up, moving to grab a clean towel and then heading straight for the bathroom.

the cold water from the shower spills over his shoulders, making him flinch immediately. he welcomes it and hopes that it will help him, because he is still thinking about the girl and you, which makes him half-hard again. 

it helps a little but not enough to erase the embarrassment nor to erase the fact that every time he closes his eyes, he sees fragments of the live replaying in his mind, hoping it was you instead. he presses both hands against the wall, shaking his head.

“this is getting ridiculous”, he says to no one in particular.

it is getting a bit ridiculous if he has to be honest, because he started doing this so he could learn and find things that you could like and now? he’s in his dorm, organising his days around a girl he’s never met, making excuses to his friends and avoiding the one person he actually wants to spend time with.

you. 

the irony isn’t lost on him.

when he finishes showering, he goes to his room and pulls on a hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants and then goes to the kitchen. he opens the cupboards, staring blankly inside, trying to choose what to eat but before he can pull something off the shelf, the bell rings. seungming freezes, he’s not expecting anyone, changbin would use the code and all of your friends are at the cinema. 

another knock, softer this time, and then a voice, “seungmin?”

his heart stops when he realises it’s your voice. every guilty thought crashes back into him all at once and then he quickly smooths down the front of his hoodie as though that somehow could wash away all of them.

“coming!”, he says, his voice cracking.

wonderful.

he walks to the door, clears his throat and then opens it. you’re standing there with an overnight bag over your shoulder and a plastic bag dangling from your wrist.  

you grin the moment you see him, “hello stranger”

“i…”, he says, blinking, “i thought everyone was going to the cinema”

“they are”, you say and he frowns, “but i knew you weren’t gonna go, so i came here instead”

his ears immediately burn, “i’ve been busy”

“mmhm”, you say, not sounding very convinced.

“i really was”, he says.

“mmhm”, you say again. 

before he can think of another excuse, you slip past him into the dorm as though you’ve done it a thousand times before, which you have to be honest. 

“okay so seeing that you’ve been so… “busy”, we’re gonna have our own movie night”, you say as you turn to look at him and hold up the bag you have with you.

he walks towards you and looks inside - he sees popcorn, chocolate, cookies, his favourite drink, your favourite candy.

“you know you can't just invite yourself over, you know?”, he says, teasing you, trying to act as normal as he can.

“too bad i already did”, you say, giving him the bag and then turning around, walking towards his room. 

he walks to the kitchen again just as he hears the squeak of his bed when you flop onto it, before you speak again.

“seungmin!”

“what?”, he says from the kitchen.

“bring food”

“you already brought food”

“no, i brought my food”

he laughs without looking at you, the knot in his chest loosening just a little.

“you’re unbelievable”, he says to himself, but somehow you still hear him.

“i know!”

he shakes his head, unable to stop smiling. he gets some of your snacks and also others for him because you’re really serious about your food and not sharing it and he learnt that lesson the hard way. he then walks to his room, settling everything down on the desk, beside his laptop, before he clumps onto the bed with you. 

“so”, he says, “what are we watching?”

you gasp and turn to look at him, “you mean i get to choose?”

“i didn’t say that”, he says, turning to look at you.

“you implied it”

“i absolutely didn’t”

“you did”

“i really didn’t”

you stick your tongue at him and he laughs, turning to look at the ceiling.

“okay, so… romance?”, you say.

“absolutely no”

“minnie!”

“what?”

“why not? you know they’re my favourite”, you say, hitting his shoulder.

“y/n, they’re too predictable and full of cliches”

“well, i still love them”, you say, turning to look at the ceiling too.

“action?”, he asks you, turning his face to look at you.

“no, too loud”, you say, looking at him again.

“animated?”

“ugh, no”

he laughs and shakes his head and you continue.

“what about… a comedy?”

he pretends to think for a moment, “... maybe”

“yes!”, you say, throwing your hands into the air, “i will go and choose one”, you say and then you swing your legs over the side of the bed, already walking towards the desk where his laptop is. 

it takes seungmin one second to realise what you’re doing, but it’s already too late, there’s nothing he can do to stop you.

“y/n, wait-”, he says as he stands up too, his entire body shaking, every ounce of blood draining from his face. 

you reach his desk and look at him smiling before you turn to look at the laptop, “oh shush and just let me choose one, trust me i will-”

you stop talking the moment you open his laptop and see the screen, his hand half outstretched between you and the laptop but stopping there, already too late. the screen shows the livestream page, the thumbnail from earlier frozen there - baby blue lace and a woman cropped at the neck, the unmistakable layout of a cam site surrounding the image.

seungmin hopes that he can somehow rewind the last five seconds if he reaches far enough but he can’t, you’ve already seen it. your smile slowly fades as your eyes stay fixed on the screen before you turn towards him.

“seungmin?”

he can’t answer, his mouth opens but nothing comes out. you look back at the laptop then at him again.

“what…”, you say, your voice much quieter now, “w-what is this?”

his heart plummets.

“no-”, he says as he shakes his head, “no, it’s not-”

he doesn’t even know what he’s trying to deny, you haven’t accused him of anything or looked disgusted or even stepped away from him. you’re just… confused.

“i can explain”, he says, his voice cracking “i-i know how this looks, but it’s not-”, he shakes his head again, dragging his hands through his hair so hard it almost hurts, “it’s not what you think”

you remain silent, looking at him, waiting for him to explain.

“i’m not…”, he swallows, “i’m not obsessed with porn or camgirls”, the words sound ridiculous the moment they leave his mouth, “i mean- i don’t- i don’t usually watch things like this, i’ve never done this before”, he says as his face burns and his breathing grows quicker.

he continues as his thoughts tumble over each other faster than he can sort them.

“i just…”, he gestures helplessly towards his laptop, “i was trying to… learn”

you blink, “learn?”

“yes”, he says, “i know that sounds stupid but i just… i don’t know anything”

his words come out so quietly he almost misses them himself, but it’s not something you didn’t know before, you had had your suspicions for a while.

“i’ve never dated anyone or kissed anyone before, let alone know anything about relationships and, well… sex”, he gestures vaguely towards the laptop again, “i don’t know how any of… that works”

he laughs then, a short and miserable laugh before he continues.

“so i read some articles and wrote some things down”

“what, like notes?”, you ask him.

“i colour coded them, yeah”, he says, shaking his head, “but i know that normal people probably don’t write and colour code relationship or sex advice”

you stand there still, looking at him, watching him spiralling too quickly.

“so i decided to… watch some streams because i thought that maybe i’d understand some things. i thought that maybe…”, another helpless laugh, “i don’t know, it could be a kind of research or something”

he winces at his own words, he knows how bad it sounds, and he’s sure you must think he’s crazy. 

“i wasn’t trying to be creepy, i wasn’t trying to- i just-”, his words begin tripping over each other completely, “i wanted to know how to be enough. i wanted to know what people liked. how to make someone feel good. how to make someone- because- i- i just-”

he laughs again, sounding close to tears this time.

“because what if one day… what if one day you…”, the sentence catches in his throat because he knows he shouldn’t say it, he’s already embarrassed enough, but the panic has completely stolen whatever filter he normally has, “because what if one day you said you loved me too?”

he closes his eyes, not wanting to look at you, not wanting to see your reaction in case this is the moment you decide to walk away from him.

“i’ve loved you for years, y/n, ever since we first met to be honest, and i just… i kept thinking that… what if the impossible happened and you loved me too?”, he says, his voice cracking, “and then…”, his breathing stutters, “i kept thinking that you’d realise that i don’t know anything, i don’t know how to kiss someone or how to date, i don’t know…”, he gestures weakly towards the laptop again, “any of that, and then you’d think that i wasn’t good enough, that i’d disappoint you and then you’d leave me”

he says, his throat tightening as another broken laugh escapes him.

“i was trying to learn. i wanted…”, he says as his eyes remain glued to the floor now, “i wanted to be someone worthy of you, someone that could make you feel good in case you wanted me to”

the words barely leave his lips as he remains there, completely frozen and unable to look at you.

“i know how insane this all sounds, i know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, y/n. i’ll delete everything, i’ll never open that web again, i promise. i didn’t mean for you to-”

“seungmin”, you say, but he doesn’t hear you.

“i’m sorry i just-”

“seungmin”

“i swear i wasn’t-”

“kim seungmin”

you cross the distance between you and his words die the moment your fingers grab his hoodie, so firm that they stop him from spiralling more. you tug enough to make him lift his head, to make him look at you and for the first time since you opened the laptop, slowly and reluctantly, your eyes finally meet. 

he looks at you and sees something he has never seen before. you aren’t angry or embarrassed or even feeling sorry for him. if anything, you look completely in control, there’s a confidence in your posture that he doesn’t recognise. 

something has completely shifted the balance between you, and seungmin’s heartbeat somehow manages to speed up even more. he feels rooted to the floor and then one of your hands rises until your fingertips brush lightly against his cheek, your eyes never leaving his.

“let me see if i’ve understood this correctly”, you say as he watches you, unable to look anywhere else, “you’re in love with me, have been for years”, you say and he manages to nod his head, “and because you’ve never dated anyone…”, you tilt your head thoughtfully, “you convinced yourself you had to learn everything before you could ever have a chance with me”, his lips part but he doesn’t say anything so you continue, “so you started… researching… and ended up watching videos of a girl fucking herself so you could learn things that could make me feel good so you wouldn’t disappoint me if we ever got together… is that it?”

his voice fails completely and all he can do is nod his head again. he stands there looking at you and wondering when exactly you became so effortlessly confident, when you started looking at him like this. you smirk and lean closer then, so close that he can feel your breath near his ear and when you speak again, your voice is barely above a whisper.

“well, it’s a good thing that you picked my videos to learn from”

seungmin swears that everything stops right there and then, his brain refusing to process what you just said.

“my videos”

no, he must have misheard you, surely.

“you’ve got to be kidding me”, that’s what he wants to say but his mouth won’t cooperate with him.

you pull back just enough to see his face and a quiet laugh escapes you, “what? you don’t believe me?”

he still can’t answer, nothing makes sense.

“i suppose i can’t blame you”, you say as you shake your head with an almost fond smile.

without breaking eye contact, your hands move to the zip at the back of your dress and then you open it and let it fall on the floor. seungmin’s eyes widen when he sees it - the baby blue bra. his gaze snaps towards the laptop, to the thumbnail, and then back to you. it’s the same one, he’s completely sure of it. his breathing stops but before he can say anything, both of your hands come up to him again, one cupping his cheek and the other settling at the side of his neck, your thumb resting just beneath his jaw.

“and i think that you’ll also be very glad to know that i’m in love with you too”

before he has a chance to say anything, you lean forward and your lips meet his, the kiss lasting only a heartbeat before surprise catches up with him and then instinct takes over. his eyes flutter close and every anxious thought that’s been racing through his mind for weeks dissolves all at once.

his mouth parts under the pressure of your lips and you slide your tongue past his. his hands hover uselessly at his sides for a second before he puts them on your waist, his fingers twitching like he’s afraid he’ll do something wrong. you don’t give him time to overthink, you lick into his mouth again and he follows you without thinking, his tongue meeting yours. 

you break the kiss only to catch his lower lip between your teeth, tugging before letting go. his eyes are glassy when they open and you smile at him, your hands sliding down to the hem of his hoodie.

“arms up”, you say.

he obeys you instantly and you take his hoodie off, leaving his chest bare, his skin flushed all the way down to his collarbones. you run your palms over his ribs, feeling the way his breath stutters and then you lean to kiss the centre of his chest, making him let out a quiet and broken sound. 

“so… you learnt a lot from my videos, you say?”, you ask against his skin.

seungmin nods his head, completely under your spell now.

“good”, you whisper, “then let’s put it to use”

you kiss him again, harder this time and then you walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. you push lightly on his chest and he sits, then lies down when you follow him onto the mattress. you settle on your back in the middle of the sheets, wearing nothing but the baby blue bra and the matching panties that you hadn’t worn on the stream before. the fabric already clings to you, the crotch visibly darker where you’ve soaked through and seungmin’s gaze drops straight to that wet patch and stays there, his lips parted and his cock visibly twitching inside his grey sweatpants. 

you spread your thighs a little wider, inviting him.

“do whatever you want with me, seungmin”, you say, “whatever you saw me do on camera. whatever you’ve been thinking about all this time”

he swallows hard and then crawls over you on shaky arms. his mouth finds yours again, messy and eager, his hips already rolling down against your thigh in unconscious thrusts. you let him grind against you for a moment, feeling how hard he is, but then you guide his head with a gentle hand on the back of his neck.

seungmin kisses down your throat, across your collarbones, until he reaches the swell of your breasts. his fingers fumble with the bra before he finally opens it and then takes it off of you. he stares at you, his breathing ragged as his eyes stay on your nipples. he leans in and closes his mouth around one, sucking gently and shyly at first, then harder when you sigh and arch into him. his tongue flicks over it and you move your fingers to his hair, holding him there against you.

“that’s it”, you say, the praise warm in your voice, “suck a little harder- yes, just like that”

he moans around your nipple and then moves to the other breast, licking and sucking until both of your nipples are shiny and swollen, as he is completely lost in the taste of you. he moves lower, kissing a trail down your stomach and pressing his lips just above the waistband of your panties. the wet patch has grown and he stares at it before he lowers his head and kisses right over the soaked lace. the heat of his mouth makes you gasp and he does it again, open-mouthed this time, sucking the fabric and the slick underneath.

your hips jerk up and he groans, pressing his face harder against you, licking broad stripes over the lace until it’s completely drenched. 

“fuck, minnie”, you say, your fingers tightening in his hair, “that feels so good. keep going”

he sucks harder then, his tongue pressing the fabric into your folds, and you can feel every desperate noise he makes, every single move of his body against the bed. your thighs tremble around his head and he keep licking and sucking until the lace is dripping. he looks at you and when you nod your head, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags the panties down your legs with your help and the moment they’re off, he dives back in, his mouth sealing over your bare cunt now.

“f-fuck… seungmin”

his tongue is hot and eager, licking from your entrance up to your clit before circling there. you moan loud and unrestrained, your hips rolling against his face as he sucks your clit between his lips.

“such a good boy for me- yes, just like that. fuck… your mouth feels amazing”, you say.

seungmin whines against you, your words making him go crazy. he licks lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it before returning to your clit, making you scream louder than before. one of his hands slides up your thigh and you feel two fingers press against your entrance. he hesitates at first but then he slides them inside you, stretching you open while his mouth keeps working your clit.

“don’t stop”, you gasp, your back arching off the bed, “i’m gonna come- seungmin, i’m gonna come on your tongue”

he moans desperately and sucks harder, his fingers curling until you finally shatter, your thighs shaking around his head as you ride his mouth through your orgasm. he doesn’t pull away, he licks you through it until you finally go limp, panting.

when you open your eyes, you look at him and find him still between your legs, his face shiny with your juices. but there’s something uneasy in his expression and you reach down and stroke his cheek.

“hey… what’s wrong?”, you ask him softly.

he looks at you shyly, then looks away, his cheeks burning. he moves a bit then and glances down at his own lap. you follow his gaze and you see the front of his grey sweatpants completely dark and soaked, a large wet patch spreading across the fabric. he came untouched, just from eating you out. you feel yourself clench again at the sight, fresh arousal dripping down your thigh. 

“that’s so fucking hot”, you tell him, your voice completely honest and sincere, “you came just from making me come? oh god, seungmin… come here”, you say as you reach for him.

he obeys you instantly, crawling up your body until his face is level with yours. you pull him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he moans into your mouth. your hands slide down his back, feeling the way he trembles under your touch, and you kiss him again, slower this time, letting him feel how much you want him. 

your tongues slide together, wet and hungry, both of you breathing hard. you can feel him already getting hard again against your thigh, the sticky mess in his clothes pressing against your skin. you moan into the kiss and he answers with a shaky whimper, completely lost in you.

your hand slips down between your bodies, sliding straight under the waistband of his sweatpants and into his boxers. the moment your fingers wrap around his cock, still sticky from his earlier orgasm, seungmin whines into your mouth, the sound high and needy. his hips jerk forward instinctively, pushing his cock into your palm as if he can’t help himself. you stroke him slowly at first, feeling how he gets hard again, the precum already beading at the tip one more time.

“y/n…”, he moans against your mouth.

“shh, it’s okay”, you murmur, “you’re such a good student, minnie. but i need to see what else you learnt from watching me”

you pump his cock with a firm rhythm, your thumb circling the sensitive tip on every stroke. his breath stutters and his forehead presses against yours as his hips roll into your hand chasing the friction.

you tug at his sweatpants with your free hand, “help me”

he scrambles to obey, lifting his hips so you can shove both his sweatpants and his boxers down his thighs. he kicks them off the rest of the way, leaving him completely naked now. the moment he’s free, he crawls over you again, settling between your spread legs and his cock, flushed and leaking, brushed against your inner thigh. he looks at you with wide and bright eyes, completely under your control, letting you do whatever you want with him.

you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock again, guiding the tip to your entrance. 

“you ready?”, you ask him, your eyes locked on his.

seungmin just nods, desperate for you, and then he crashes his mouth back onto yours as you line him up. he pushes forward slowly, a bit unsure but so desperate and needy for you that he doesn’t care. a broken moan escapes him and he trembles above you, his arms shaking as he sinks deeper slowly. 

“you feel so good already, minnie. that’s it, take your time. you’re doing so well, my good boy”

he bottoms out with a shaky gasp, buried to the hilt inside you. his forehead drops to your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, as he tries to stop himself from coming again already. you clench around him and he whimpers, his hips twitching. 

“y-y/n”, he says, his voice trembling.

“come on”, you whisper, nipping at his ear, “show me how much you learnt”

seungmin starts with slow and careful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. each drag of his cock against your walls makes you moan and you encourage him with kisses and bites on his skin.

“harder. yes, just like that”, you say.

his pace gradually picks up, his hips snapping forward with growing confidence.

“f-fuck… you’re so tight”, he says, his voice breaking, “you feel so good”

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, “don’t stop. fuck me harder seungmin, i wanna feel you”

he starts moving faster, the bed creaking beneath you. your hands roam his back, your nails dragging down his spine as he fucks you with increasing urgency. both of you are loud now, your cries mixing with his broken moans and desperate grunts. when he’s right on the edge, his hand slides between your bodies until his fingers find your clit and he rubs it the way he watched you do on the livestreams.

your orgasm crashes through you without warning then, making you cry out his name as your walls pulse around his cock. the tight squeeze pushes seungmin over too and you come together, both of you screaming and groaning as you break at the same time.

you both tremble together as you come down from your climaxes, breathing hard. he lies on top of you and you turn your head just enough to kiss him slowly, and when you pull back, a teasing smile curves your mouth.

“so… you couldn’t stop watching my videos, huh?”

his face burns and he tries to hide against your neck, but you just laugh softly and stroke his hair.

“congratulations on ruining my life”, he mumbles against your skin.

you laugh louder this time and move his head just enough to kiss him again.

“you’ve ruined me too, you know”, you say, before you lean in and peck his lips again, “but the good thing is that there’s still so much more i can teach you”, you say, pressing a kiss to his temple this time, “and i’m happy to, whenever you want”

he lifts his head, his eyes soft and shining, and he smiles before leaning in to kiss you again, slow and sweet, the perfect ending to his…

research.

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Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.

He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.

And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.

He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.

He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.

He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.

He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.

He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.

But what you didn’t know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.

When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t speak, think or walk properly anymore.

When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.

When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.

When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.

When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.

But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadn’t been the right time yet.

But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.

Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.

He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasn’t possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.

Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.

With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.

“Sorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried away”.

He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.

“I liked it”, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.

His face turned back to you.

“You did?”, he asked.

You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.

“So- you want me to continue?”.

There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You weren’t just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.

With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldn’t describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldn’t indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.

His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didn’t know what to do.

“Move, Jagi. Please”, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.

“I don’t know how”.

At first, he didn’t really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.

“I’ve never done something like that before”, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, “I’m- uhmm”.

You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.

But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.

His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.

“No no no no. Don’t cry, Jagi”, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you”.

You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.

“You’re not.. appalled by the fact I’m a virgin?”.

Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.

He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.

“No, of course not”, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, “Just under pressure”.

Although your body was still shivering and you couldn’t yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.

“What do you mean?”.

His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.

“Well, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting you”.

He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.

You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.

“I want it”, you whispered, “With you”.

He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldn’t quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.

Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.

“But you’ll have to guide me”.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.

“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.

You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didn’t hesitate a second.

“You need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels off”, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, “And we’re only going as far as you feel like”.

It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldn’t read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldn’t resist. He was scared he couldn’t fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.

“I trust you”.

“I trust you, too”, he sighed.

It felt like a love confession, something that also didn’t happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.

“You want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?”, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.

You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.

“Okay, with clothes on it’s- it’s about the friction”, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, “How does that feel?”.

The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.

“Good”, you managed to get out.

“You can also like- move like this”, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.

Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.

You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.

“Yeah, just like that-“, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, “Kiss me”.

You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.

It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.

His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.

You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.

“Can you like- touch me? Like you did before?”, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.

He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.

“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.

He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didn’t mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.

But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.

“I’ll start nice and slow, yeah?”, Minho cooed, “Or- tell me how you like it”.

“I-“, you hesitated.

And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.

“Have you never touched yourself?”, he asked then, voice dropping.

Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.

“I’m gonna teach you, yeah? I’ll show you how to make you feel good”.

Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.

“Starting easy, slow”, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.

He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.

“Gather it, you can push the tip in if you want to”, he instructed you and you did as you were told, “Good- good girl, use it. Will feel better when it’s wet”.

You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.

Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasn’t even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.

“How does it feel, kitten? Tell me”, his voice was raspy, hoarse.

“It’s- so good”, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.

One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.

“Push your finger in, slowly”.

You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.

“Curl your finger- like this“, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, “Search for the spot. Go in deeper”.

You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.

“Min-“.

“You want me to find it?”, he asked gently.

And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.

But he couldn’t deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didn’t.

He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.

Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.

“Oh god-“, you choked.

You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.

“Feels good, yeah?”, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.

“Min-“, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.

His mind drifted off. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.

“What do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? You’d let me taste you?”.

He hadn’t planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.

“Taste me? How?”, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.

Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didn’t budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.

“I can eat you out, if you want me to”.

“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.

He grinned, he couldn’t stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.

“You want me to do this with my tongue?”, he tried again.

“Huh?”.

God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.

“I need you to say yes or no”, he mused, he wasn’t even able to fight off the next sentence, “Or I’ll stop”.

“Yes-“, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, “Do it, please”.

Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.

Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.

You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.

He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.

“Relax, kitten”, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.

Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.

And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.

You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.

There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.

“Min- hahh- Minho, wait-“, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, “I- feels weird”.

“Ohh-“, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, “You’re close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?”.

You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasn’t weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release you’ll ever have and love to think back to it.

He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?”, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, “Cum all over my face, jagi”.

You couldn’t stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you weren’t moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.

His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.

“Fuck”, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, “That’s it, kitten. Good fucking girl for me”.

It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.

His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-

God, he had to stop thinking about it.

He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.

“You want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?”.

He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.

Minho groaned, he couldn’t help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.

He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.

“Min-“.

“Huh?”, he made.

He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.

“Can I touch you now?”, you asked reluctantly.

Minhos brain short circuited.

“You- why?”.

“I don’t know- I want to make you feel good”, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, “But you’ll have to show me how”.

Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.

You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.

The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.

“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.

You weren’t even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.

Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.

For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.

“Can I pull it out?”, you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.

Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.

You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.

It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.

“You can- wrap your hand around it. Gentle”, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.

You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldn’t stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.

“Fuck- sorry”, he groaned, “Move your hand, yeah? You can twist it a little”.

He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.

“Does that feel good?”, you asked.

Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.

You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.

“Feels amazing, kitten”, he huffed, “Wanna taste it?”.

Minho hadn’t planned on asking you that - he hadn’t planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.

“You’d let me?”, your head tilted a bit.

Minho wanted to bite his fist.

You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.

God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck-“, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.

“Tell me what feels good“, you demanded, your hand still on his base.

“Hahh- just- take it into your mouth first”.

You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.

“We can try that if you want to”, you said, “Why not?”.

Oh god.

Did he really just say that out loud?

“I- no”, Minho stuttered, but couldn’t contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.

“I trust you, baby”, you said again.

“Don’t”, he laughed, “I don’t think I could handle this if you let me”.

There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.

“I want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Min”.

“Fuck- but- you gotta-”, he couldn’t control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.

You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.

“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.

Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-

“Do it again”, you gasped.

Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.

Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.

“Fuck, take it then”.

Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldn’t deny how hot this was.

Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.

“Kitten-“, Minho cooed breathlessly, “If I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- God”.

His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldn’t hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.

He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.

You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.

It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.

“You look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?”.

He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.

“Tell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?”, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.

“Yes- I love it”.

“Are you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-“, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.

You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.

“You’d let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?”.

He wasn’t afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.

“I’m already close, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?”, his voice was hoarse but gentle.

You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.

The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.

One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.

His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.

Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.

His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.

This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.

“I love you”, he muttered.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I love you too”.

You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.

“I love you”, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, “I love you so much”.

“I’ve waited so long for you to say that”, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.

“I know”, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, “And I’m sorry about that”.

You shook your head, signaling him he didn’t need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.

“I want to feel you-”, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, “Inside of me”.

Minhos grin was silly.

“Kitten, I don’t know if I can last that long”, he chuckled, “We don’t have to do it right now, you know?”.

But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.

“I don’t care”, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.

“Damn- I really did that to you”, he shook his head, “Let me get a condom, I’ll be right back”.

You shook your head.

“I said I wanted to feel you”.

He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.

“Kitten- I don’t know what to say”, he huffed.

“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.

Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.

“Fuck- you’re going to be the death of me”, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, “Go slow, yeah? You decide the pace”.

You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.

“God- you feel- so fucking tight”, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, “Slow down-“.

But you didn’t even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didn’t want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.

“I said fucking slow down-“, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, “I’m gonna cum- stop”.

“You- Min”, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, “You’re filling me up so good”.

The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasn’t even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.

“Don’t say shit like that- makes me want to-“.

“Do whatever you want with me”, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, “Please, fuck me”.

He didn’t even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.

“Min- hahh-“.

You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.

It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.

“Fuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mine”.

His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.

It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.

God, Minho really hoped this wasn’t a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain you’d love it.

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※ OT8 x Reader (f) — Smut executed through various tropes

※ Volume I of Back Door Host Club. Events in this volume are standalone and not a prequel to Volume II.

※ Reader discretion advised — Sex work, explicit sexual content, features various kinks revolving around roleplaying, crass & objectifying language.

CONTENT · 「40.2k」

♥ LONELY HEARTS CLUB · HOST: ACE — Fair Trade ⁞ HJS · HOST: SHADOW — Down Low ⁞ LMH · HOST: NOVA — Beck and Call ⁞ BC

♠ MATCH MADE IN HELL · HOST: RAZOR — Thrill Ride ⁞ YJI · HOST: SMOKE — Territorial ⁞ SCB · HOST: SAGE — Behavior Modification ⁞ KSM

♣ THE INTERSECTION · HOSTS: DRACO & TAIPAN — It Takes Two ⁞ LF & HHJ

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「© 2022-2024, cb97percent · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Hongjoong’s signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Hongjoong. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.

“Can’t get it done anywhere here” he had said “Has to be a real professional”

You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Hongjoong was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didn’t want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you “wanna come get a piercing?” after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent “sure” and all the things you had planned to say you had left outside when you had closed the car door.

“Damn” you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat “What are you getting?”

“You’ll see. Well...” he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you weren’t a part of yet “Not really, I guess”

“...okay?” You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasn’t over it. He wasn’t over her. After all, it had only been a week “You are not doing like, anything crazy, right?”

“Define crazy”

“I don’t know, like... I don’t want you to get something you’ll regret when you forget about her in a month”

“I don’t regret any of these" You had known Hongjoong ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory, even those fans would never get to see. Her name fell from his lips after a brief silence, catching you off guard "That was her name”

“I know”

Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Hongjoong had talked about before it all went down. She had been a “miracle” as Hongjoong had called her, a meeting brought by fate at some event. You had seen her on his finsta stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didn’t know much about her though, as Hongjoong seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Hongjoong’s relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Hongjoong’s body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.

“She was okay”

“I wouldn’t know” it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldn’t hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke "Just don't get a full black sleeve or something like that just because your manager isn't here”

Hongjoong seemed to appreciate the breather.

“I know, don't worry. But it is... special”

There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl he’d dated for two months pissed you off. That she could be that important while you were the backup friend he'd use when he needed someone to tag along. It made you feel worse that you had actually come to him.

“You sure you are not doing anything weird?”

“Can you stop worrying?”

“Well can you stop fucking around for a second?” Hongjoong looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter, rings reflecting the sunlight. It didn’t feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? “Actually I have no idea why you asked me to come” Hongjoong didn’t look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up “I guess time out is over”

The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.

“I need someone with me” he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice “Someone I trust”

You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.

“Okay, you are really freaking me out now”

“I am making it sound worse than it is, trust me”

“Then why don’t you just tell me?”

“It’s... complicated. Listen, I just--” he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second “I can’t ask anyone else. It has to be you”

Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.

“Okay, stop the car. You are acting crazy”

“I keep making it sound weird but it’s true, okay?” he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction “And if we get there and you don’t want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...” his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause “It’ll hurt less knowing you are there”

You hated how much his words affected you.

“You really are not going to tell me”

“I sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find out”

You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one you’d seen since getting in the car. The first one you’d seen in months that didn’t come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.

“Oh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole self”

“If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it”

You shook your head with a scoff “Idiot”

You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.

“Thank you for coming, though”

You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.

“Had nothing better to do”

-

The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Hongjoong step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Hongjoong walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didn’t seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadn’t happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Hongjoong would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.

“We already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are ready”

“Yes sir, I am”

Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldn’t tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.

“Okay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so I’ll give you guys a few minutes”

What?

You hadn’t said that aloud, and yet Hongjoong turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.

“I did not think about that” Hongjoong finally said, pointing towards the door “Fuck, I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry” he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions “This is fucking weird. I’m sorry, I--”

“What exactly is going on?”

“So... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?” he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile

It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.

“You are out of your mind” your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face “You brought me for this?”

“No! I didn’t-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my hand” he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him “Or you can wait outside, as I said--”

“What the fuck” you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Hongjoong could get you both in a situation like this “Is that why you said I was the only one you could ask?”

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t think of this. Shit” he laughed nervously “You can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all that” Hongjoong pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get “Or you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but it’s okay, it’s stupid ”

No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.

“I should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperate”

Hongjoong lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.

“I’m sorry” he finally said, voice lower “I should have spoken to you”

You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.

“We already spoke about that”

“Not really. Not properly”

“It was nothing, Hongjoong”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you”

You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.

“I said it was nothing”

You had said that. You both had.

Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Car drive, radio on and a “goodnight” that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldn’t quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the “miracle girl”, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Hongjoong as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.

“I didn’t even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!”

“That’s bold” you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.

“Right? I don’t know. It was kind of hot”

“I bet. It’s your lucky day”

You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Hongjoong on a rare spot where he was schedule-free, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of his dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldn’t bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.

“You good?”

Hongjoong sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty drink and eyes fixed somewhere far away.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired”

Hongjoong shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Of course you couldn’t fool Hongjoong. He knew you too well. That’s why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.

You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny “I’m fine, sorry. I’m excited for you, really” you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look he’d give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldn’t bear it much longer “Is late and all we are doing is talking so...”

You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.

“Got any other suggestions?”

The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Hongjoong’s lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lips that were still toying with the straw. Hongjoong took the empty cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadn’t leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didn’t he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Hongjoong is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:

“This okay?”

His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. It’s was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. Her name was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.

“Calling at two in the morning? You better pick that up”

The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Hongjoong, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.

“I mean... it’s just--”

“It’s okay Hongjoong” you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground “I'm cool on you”

That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder “You can wait in the car if you want. I’ll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave now”

You didn’t want to leave, and despite everything, you didn’t want things to be like this.

“Hongjoong, I’d do this for you any time, but...” you hestitated, and you understood why he couldn’t look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear “Getting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew I’d come back to you like a lap dog?” you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short “It doesn’t feel great”

“That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to see you” Hongjoong scoffed “That’s kind of w...” Hongjoong trailed off and silence settled once again “I kept talking about you” he finally said “That’s why we broke up”

You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

“What a stupid reason” you whispered.

“Yeah”

Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.

“Do you want me wait outside?”

A shrug.

“Do you want to leave?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second”

You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like it’d all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Hongjoong nodded, more to himself than to you.

“Fucking stupid” he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, just as the door opened and you entered the room again “Shit! What--”

Hongjoong hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you hand’t been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldn’t turn your cheeks bright red.

“Sorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutes”

“Wh--”

He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.

“You are all depressed now, there’s no way you are going to get hard so--”

“Wow, can you not say that?” he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.

You gave him a confused look.

“What? Get hard?” a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard worse things”

“Yeah, not from you. It feels... wrong”

“What happened to ‘it has to be you’” you mocked.

“I meant for you to hold my hand”

You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“So you don’t need any help?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I sort of... thought that’s what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stay”

You could see the gears turning in his head, painfully slowly.

“No! No, I’d never--” Hongjoong closed his mouth, then opened it again “I mean, not... never”

“Whatever, Hongjoong. I’m a woman. I’m your friend. It’s cool with me” you said, feigning aloofness “You can just... touch me or something, imagine I’m her or whoever. I don’t know”

Hongjoong stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.

“You are crazy”

“Actually, I am ‘the only one you could ask’”

“Stop it, I’m going to kill you” the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.

His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Hongjoong’s tongue.

“He’s going to charge you over time” you joked, trying to backtrack.

“Shut up”

Silence again.

“Hongjoong” you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you “I can leave, it’s okay. I’ll be on the other side when--”

“No” he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away “It’s fine is just...”

You didn’t notice when Hongjoong had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.

“Where did that big talk go?” he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.

You panicked for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.

“Do you want to make out or...?”

“I don’t know what we are doing” he said and you laughed together “But it feels good”

“I haven’t even touched you yet”

“You are gonna touch me?” he said, halfway between a question and a plea.

You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Hongjoong inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.

“Is that alright?”

Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Hongjoong nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours. 

“Feels good”

His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Hongjoong shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.

“I missed you” you confessed with a shaky breath.

“Me too”

“Don’t do that again”

Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Hongjoong opened his eyes, brown eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.

“I won’t”

He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Hongjoong would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Hongjoong saw your swallow before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise.

You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.

“Do you need help?”

“No” he was “I’ve got it”

The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. You felt the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Hongjoong wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and still as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat, before continuing your way down. The fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze when he felt you push his hand that was resting on his crotch to the side. His other hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped altogether. Saying he was half hard would have been an understatement. It felt hot as you palmed it softly over his sweats. A soft whine escaped his lips, so pathetic you felt it directly between your legs. You stilled for a moment, savoring and processing the sound of it. It must have been too long because with a hot sigh Hongjoong's hand rested on top of yours, squeezing himself with your hand in a silent, desperate and pathetic plea. You palmed him, a bit drunk on how desperate he felt, head limp on the crook of your neck, his body so hot you could feel it. His fingernails digged slightly on your lower back as he whined against your ear, holding onto you as if steadying himself. You could feel yourself getting wet. If this was the state you were both in by simply touching each other over clothes, just how much--

Hongjoong moaned against your neck when you passed your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear, it would be too uncomfortable after the piercing was done. His skin felt hot, sweat making it a bit sticky too. When you finally grabbed his cock his mouth opened in a silent moan. He was hard by now, heavy under your touch, gratefully twitching when you had started dragging your hand painfully slowly. He was dragging his tongue through your neck in open mouth kisses, lost in the way you pumped him slowly.

"Can I put it out?" you asked, sounding way hornier than you wanted him to know. He shook his head, but the way his hand gripped at the flesh of your waist told you the idea was somewhat to his liking "I want to see it"

He thrust himself into your hand, giving himself away almost like it had been an accident. He moaned weakly into your neck, and soon he found himself doing it again, and again, and again. The chair rocked slightly, the frantic screeching of its swaying filling the room and giving away the pathetic way Hongjoong was fucking himself into your hand, holding onto you for dear life. His hands gripped at your shoulders and waist, putting you at a very uncomfortable position, but the sound of his panting on your ears and the feeling of his now slick cock desperately thrusting onto your hand was too exhilarating for you to care. Then you heard his airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.

“You can tell him to come in”

You both could tell neither of you wanted to stop, but he knew he'd cum if he thrust into you even once more. You put your hand away, resting it against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didn’t, his clouded eyes stuck to you like a madman. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had drooled. Your chest, where he seemed to regret not touching you. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.

“Hurry, or I’ll finish” he moaned against your mouth.

You turned around and exited the room under Hongjoong’s burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, wondering if he'd know. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Hongjoong, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. It felt so strange doing this after what had just happened. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Hongjoong’s eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.

“It’ll be just a moment” his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened “You are going to look so cool”

His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Hongjoong it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldn’t tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.

“All done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, it’s nothing to worry about. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, don’t touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month" none of you said anything, but you both were obviously disappointed "Erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think that’s it. I’ll let you fix yourself and I’ll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guys”

“Thanks” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy but he felt alright “Wait outside, I’ll be right there”

“Okay”

-

You had expected for Hongjoong to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there weren’t many tells. He might be able to hide it from the members after all. After Hongjoong had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air. You expected things to get awkward, but it surprised you how much you both just seemed horny and frustrated.

“You hungry?” Hongjoong asked as he fished inside of his jacket for his car keys.

“I could go for a bite, yeah”

His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driver’s seat and you both sat down inside.

“Thank you. Really” he said.

“No need. And I am sorry”

Hongjoong frowned.

“Sorry for what?”

“For your girlfriend breaking up with you because of me”

His lips shaped into a crooked smile.

“Who said she’s the one who broke up?” You looked at each other for a moment before he leaned forward and he kissed you. It was soft, and slow. So slow that it was obvious it was far from innocent. His eyes trailed down your body with a sigh "What about we go back to your place, actually?"

You bit your lip and shook your head. Your thighs pressed together.

"Didn't you hear what he just said"

"He said no oral and no sex, on me" his eyes bored into yours, hungry "There are so many things I can do for you" his hand rested on your knee, lazily moving upwards "Please?" Your legs parted and his hand eagerly touched your through your jeans. Hongjoon let of a soft groan, even through the thick fabric he could feel the heat "How wet did you get?"

"It's your fault" you complained, aware of the way Hongjoong would soften up at your pouty demeanor from time to time.

"Is it?" he feigned innocently, his fingers uselessly pressing harder over your entrance through the jeans, as if your cunt was desperately calling out to him. It was nothing short of disgusting how horny you both were in plain daylight, parked on the street with people passing by "Should I fix it?"

-

You both tried to make the ride back to your apartment, but thirty minutes proved to be too much. Heat was blinding Hongjoong, eyes darting around like a crazy man, so impatient he'd hit the claxon at any car that took more than one second to floor it after the light turned green. He was trying hard not to touch you with his free hand, and you were busy ignoring how uncomfortably your panties stuck to your pussy. He had driven inside the parking lot of a mall, half empty, as you questioned him.

"I'm sorry" he had said, before finding the emptiest, most secluded part of it and parking against the wall "get in the back" he demanded, but there was desperation underneath it.

He winced like something hurt, and it was then you could see he was fully hard underneath his sweats. You wanted so badly to see the piercing. Touch it, suck around it, feel it deep inside. A moan escaped your mouth just thinking about it as you let yourself fall on the back seat, Hongjoong coming through the door and slamming it behind him. His hands went for your zipper right away, pulling at the waist of off your jeans with impatient hands. You stopped him.

"All the way?" you asked, your panic as strong as how feverishly horny you felt.

"No one will see" he said before he kissed you, mouth open and tongue dragging across it.

Hongjoon moaned at the difficulty he had when he tried to pull your pants down. He had become painfully aware of your plush thighs and pretty ass for a long time now. He had thought about humping you like a dog whenever he took notice of how well fitted your pants were, or when you'd sit down next to him in a playful minskirt. He didn't even think about fucking you, the simple idea of humping your ass, fully clothed and cumming in his boxers was enough for him. The jeans pilled in an awkward way at your ankles, but it was enough for Hongjoong to maneuver. He didn't waste time and pulled your panties to the side. Breath hitched on his throat when his fingers touched your pussy. You could see the blissful surprise in his eyes, locked on yours, before he had to look down to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He trailed his fingers across it, so wet they easily slid across it.

"Fuck" he said in a pained whine, like he couldn't believe his eyes. He closed them for a moment, trying to concentrate on the nasty, slick sounds that embarrassingly filled in the quiet of the car as his fingers spread your lips. It made his dick twitch painfully.

His eyes went back to yours again, as if asking you if this was real. You looked away, embarrassed. It drove him insane, your flushed face, shiny shy eyes and brows furrowed in shame. All while he felt his fingers wet and sticky against your cunt that seemed to be pleading for him to fuck you.

He didn't even try, his fingers seemed to slip inside your pussy with ease, getting sucked in in a way that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. He pulled them out, taking off the rings on his fingers and unceremoniously tossing them somewhere in the car. He put his fingers right back in as deep as he could, his other hand trying to push your knee as far away as the jeans at your feet allowed it. He groaned almost childishly, taking his fingers away again.

"Take the pants off"

He leaned forward to take your shoes off, but you stopped him again.

"What if someone sees"

"The windows are tinted"

It shouldn't have been enough to convince you, but it did the job. You let him take your shoes and jeans off, horny by just seeing how desperate he was to just finger you. He turned you slightly, your back now pressed against the car door, him sitting on the back seat with your pretty pussy in full display for him. Your back hurt, uncomfortable, but the way he was looking at you was worth it. You could see his fully hard dick pressing against his sweats and you knew it must hurt against the restrain. He pushed your knees apart, but you closed them. It almost made you feel bad, the way he looked at you like he had done something wrong. Before he had time to wonder if he had messed up, you said:

"Pull your pants down, friction is going to hurt you"

Hongjoong bit his lips, it did hurt.

"It's okay..." he started saying, until he saw how you pressed your legs together, hiding you from him. The simple act of losing sight of your leaking pussy for even a second seemed to do the trick, his hands quickly pulling the waistband of his sweats down and freeing his hard, red cock. You could faintly see the piercing, glistening faintly under the fluorescents of the parking lot. You pussy clenched around nothing, around the mere thought of fucking his pierced cock deep inside you.

"Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of shyness laced on his heated breath.

"When it gets better, can I fuck it?"

Hongjoong nodded slowly, as if taking in your request. He parted your legs, slightly pressing them against your chest, making you whimper at the nasty way he was eyeing you. With a whimper he went back to trace his fingers across your pussy, tantalizingly slow for someone who was so desperate to be knuckles deep inside you seconds ago.

"I want to spit on it but you don't need it"

You understood then why he had fallen so quiet, why he was toying with your entrance. He was savoring the sound of it. The slick, faint and nasty sound your pussy made whenever he graced his fingers across it. You pushed your hips, almost begging him, and he obeyed. His fingers slid right inside again, this time perfectly going all the way in until his knuckes pressed against the entrance. How he wished he could put more in, fuck you like a pathetic bitch in heat in the back of his car. The way you moaned brought him back to reality. You clenched around him, and he worried he might cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, savoring the slick coat of arousal around your fingers before pushing them back in. They filled you up again, your hips moving on their own again. He pumped them inside you slowly, lost in the small pants that left your mouth, your eyes glued to the way his hand got sucked inside your cunt over and over again. His thumb started to press at your clit whenever his fingers went all the way in, and the loud moans you were trying to suppress turned into pathetic cries whenever it did. The cries, the exposure, your hot pussy, the filthy sounds. He was going to cum. He needed to compose himself.

He pulled his fingers out, and you let out a whimper that sounded like a question. He dragged your legs towards him, until he had your back arching across the back seat. His hands grabbed at the neck of your tank top, pulling it down unceremoniously to expose your tits to him. The way he seemed so desperate to do so got you clenching around nothing. His hands moved to them, palming them with a satisfied groan, brows furrowed as he took the whole sight in. You, sprawled in the back seat of his car, chest exposed and your legs open just for him to see and touch, thighs wet with your own arousal. His hands dragged down, nails scratching at your stomach and thighs on their way back to hold the back of your knees against your chest.

"I want to fuck you" he said, as if it were a confession "I've always wanted to fuck you"

Maybe it had been a confession, an apology he felt he'd owe you soon. He winced, and you thought the piercing might hurt, but you understood once you saw and felt him cum on you and the leather seat. A thin string connected his cock to the cum that now covered your gaping pussy. It felt hot, but not as hot as the sight in front of you: Hongjoong hunched forward, head down in shame and panting slightly.

"I'm sorry" he breathed out, an you could tell he was embarrassed.

He heard you groan lowly, and for a second he worried he really had ruined everything, until you said:

"You are so hot"

His head shot up when he felt you grabbing his wrist, coating his fingers on his own cum before moving your hips to fuck yourself onto his hand. Hongjoong moaned loudly in surprise, which startled him so much that he turned around to make sure no one had heard. He brought his attention back to you quickly, not wanting to miss a single second of what was going on inside his car. Neither did you. The sight of his shiny eyes, fucked-out expression and parted lips making you squeeze his pretty fingers, dragging another whine from him.

"You are fucking me so well" you said, speaking for the first time. You voice was strained, dry "Can't you feel how much I love it?"

You clenched around him on purpose, and the way his face twisted anyone might think he was severely hurt.

"Does it feel good?" he breathed "Do my fingers feel good? Tell me they feel good"

His desperation made you clench again "It feels so fucking good, can't you hear it?"

He could hear it, that filthy sound now exacerbated by his cum getting pushed in and out of your cunt. He was getting hard again, watching you hold onto his hand and thrust into it, using it to abuse your own pussy with such a pleased, eager expression.

"You are so pretty. You have such a pretty pussy" the words left his mouth like a lost thought. He wasn't really thinking anymore.

"I want you to fuck it"

"Shut up" he groaned.

Hongjoon leaned in and kissed you, the drool that had formed at the sight of you now falling down your chin in a clash of teeth and tongue. He pressed his tongue against yours, forcing it deep inside your mouth just as he buried his fingers deep, deep inside you. The moan that rose from your throat choked on his tongue. He pulled it out of your mouth it with a nasty sound, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Just by the way he looked, you knew he was hard again.

"I'm going to fuck you so good. I promise you"

He pulled his fingers back again, and proceeded to finger you at a speed that made it clear he was trying to get you to cum before he did again, and he was close.

"You sound so fucking good"

He patted at his sweats with his free hands, hand looking for something like a desperate puppy. He finally found it: his phone. When you realized what he was doing, both embarrassment and heat spread through your lower belly, making you whine in a way that made Hongjoong's hand shake, but his pace never faltered. He had opened the recording app and placed it close to your pussy, making sure every filthy little sound was saved for later.

You came with a loud cry, and Hongjoong savored every small clench, every small wet sound that came from your orgasm as he moaned himself, painfully hard and wishing he could use you like a fleshlight. He rode out your orgasm by recording every sound, fingers going inside and out, stretching you out and dragging them across your cunt to record as much as possible. When he was done, he pulled them out, and sat with a deep sigh, placing his hard cock insde his sweats with a wince. He took a look at you, then leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips. It was soft, careful, like the first one you had shared in that same car. You were both riding the high, and you felt blissful enough to do him the favour of cleaning his fingers by bringing them to your mouth, tongue dragging across them in small licks.

"You are awful" Hongjoong said, voice strained and eyes going dark again.

It made you chuckle, and baring your teeth you bit them playfully before placing a chaste kiss on them.

He pulled your top back up, and helped you sit comfortably after lying in such a straining position for so long. The truth was, if he let you stay in that position for longer, he might be tempted to bury his fingers deep inside you again. God, he already missed the feeling of your pussy around them. He looked around to make sure there was no one around.

"You good?" he asked, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.

You humed in response.

"I'm sorry about your car" you said, guiding Hongjoong eyes to the part of the back seat between you two that was covered in cum. Hongjoong's chest rose and fell with a deep sigh.

"It's my fault. I was too impatient"

"How are you going to survive a whole month?"

Something flashed in Hongjoong's eyes. Something soft and unguarded.

"I think I'll manage, if you help me out"

You bit your lip. It was obvious he was still incredibly horny. So were you.

"Do you think you'll last until we reach my apartment?" you didn't miss the way Hongjoong's eyebrows rose, eyes shining, then it disappeared after he took a quick glance at the time on his phone.

"I have to go back to the dorm..."

You playfully shrugged.

"You could be very quiet" you whispered into his lips before kissing them so softly it made his dick twitch.

"I can't be, you just saw" he retorted, but you could tell he only needed a little push.

"It's easy if your mouth is busy" you kissed his neck, tongue dragging swiftly through te spot "Buried under my pretty pussy"

The flashlights of the paparazzis cameras were almost making you blind. You should get used to it, you always were drawing in their attention the most when you were out with the others. Hyunjins hand on your lower back always felt extra heavy in moments like these.

“You think now is the time?”, he whispered, hunched over so he could be close to your ear.

You nodded, management had told you to do it.

Deep breath.

A grin on your lips.

And you held your left hand up, big and shining ring glistening brightly in the sun. There was a roar in the audience, you saw Stays swooning in the corner of your eyes.

“We got them”, Hyunjin grinned.

To the outside, it just looked like he was holding you, whispering something sweet. Just like you wanted. He took your other hand in his, lacing your fingers and the camera lights flashed up again.

Chris was the last of the group, standing behind the two of you, hurrying you inside the building to get rid of all the people.

“Alright lovebirds, come on”.

When the door closed behind you, you felt a lot more at ease. Paparazzi and fans somehow were not as easy to fool than the other band members. You didn’t know why the management wouldn’t let you tell them that the relationship Hyunjin and you had was fake - all of it - but they seemed to not notice it in the slightest anyway. This was going on for so long now, the two of you were in your fake relationship for years.

The others loved you dearly, welcomed you in their group as part of their little family and you really adored them as well.

It wasn’t like Hyunjin and you hadn’t feelings for each other. You cared about him and you knew that was mutual. But it was more like a very deep friendship, not love.

Still, you were both very good at faking it.

“Let me see, I haven’t had a look at it yet”, Felix said, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his face to see the ring properly.

It was a big stone in the middle, little diamonds circling it to make it look like a flower.

“Damn, Hyung it’s really pretty”, he nodded in approval, “Bet he got down to one knee and all, huh?”.

“Oh, I can imagine Jinnie being so romantic, taking her out on a date-“, Changbin chimed in, earning an elbow to his side.

“Don’t be so nosy”, Hyunjin groaned, scrunching up his face when he saw your grin, “Don’t tell them anything, my love, they don’t deserve to hear it”.

You shook your head while your grin spreaded, pulling your hand away to wrap it around Hyunjins arm.

“Don’t be mad, baby, they’re all just happy for us”.

Your gaze fell on Jisung, who was the only one who didn’t seem as content about your ‘engagement’ as the others. It wasn’t obvious, he still was smiling, but the desperate way he looked at you said enough.

He was smitten, you knew Jisung liked you. And you liked him too, very much so. The situation was very complicated though.

Since you couldn’t tell him that your relationship was all a show, the two of you would meet in secret. Turned out, Jisung had a huge kink about you ‘cheating’ on your now fiancé with him. To him, this was all real, so the thrill of it was too.

You knew it was wrong to keep the fact that all of it was fake a secret, but you didn’t have the courage to tell him after everything that already had happened - plus, you weren’t allowed to.

Hyunjin knew of your so called affair, you told him everything. And well, he encouraged it. He was bold enough to make Jisung jealous from time to time, because it would make him even more needy for you.

“How do you want him today, my love? Just desperate or a mess?”, your fake fiancé cooed beside you, only loud enough for you to hear.

It was normal for him to give you nicknames even when you’re alone or only you could hear it. You didn’t mind, you gave him pet names in private too - made everything feel more casual in public.

“A mess, please”.

He chuckled, lips slowly grazing your jaw.

“Let me handle it, thank me later”, he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Then, he let his hand sneak around you, splaying out on your stomach. You knew what he was going for and you decided to play along with it, covering his hand with yours.

“Can’t wait to try for a baby next”, he said, a bit louder this time, shit eating from on his lips.

“You’re planning to have one?”, Jeongin asked.

“Wouldn’t a baby Jinnie be cute?”, you joked, watching how Jisung crumbled in his spot, “Gonna be the new maknae, it’s coming for your job”.

“Gonna be the most dramatic baby ever”, Felix grinned, teasing his hyung with it.

You couldn’t pry your eyes off Jisung anymore, his gaze flickered in between your stomach and your face, a pout formed on his mouth - probably without him even noticing.

“Ji, can you drive me home? You’re not doing practice today, right?”, you asked, very well aware of all of their schedules.

“Uhmm, no, I mean- Yeah, if you want to. Just gotta head to the studio later”, he answered, standing up too fast to be nonchalant about your question.

Hyunjin grinned, but you were the only person who understood the reason.

“See you in the evening”, he cooed while coming closer, leaning down to you, “Miss you already”.

His hand cupped your jaw gently as he captured your lips in a deep but quick kiss.

It was just right - intense enough for a young lovey dovey couple, quick enough for a goodbye kiss - and it made Jisung almost lose it.

You knew watching you two kiss made him wish he was the one doing it - that he would be the one kissing you as a good morning and good night, doing it whenever your ways parted.

“Don’t be late”, you said with a smile, stretching your body up to give him another chaste kiss.

Jisung and you left through the back door, he had his hat pulled down deep into his face, you did the same with the hood of your sweater.

Your heart was fluttering when his fingers searched for yours in the intimacy of the shadows, but giving in and grabbing your whole hand right in front of the car.

He sighed, words resting heavily on his tongue, but he didn’t dare to say something.

“What’s wrong, Ji?”, you asked, a slight smirk on your lips.

“I didn’t know you wanted to marry him-“, he whispered, eyes lowered.

Jisung didn’t dare to look at your pink hue of embarrassment spreading across his face.

“It doesn’t change anything between us”, you said calmly, “I still want you”.

That was the moment when he looked at you again, big round eyes lighting up at your words, he leaned against the car as if he lost the ability to stand on his own.

“You do? But- I-“.

“Of course I do”, your hand came up to caress his face.

He immediately melted into your touch, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist. Another sigh came out of his mouth.

“I want you too, but Hyunjin- this is wrong, you’re engaged and he’s my friend”.

Jisung sometimes had these thoughts, some doubts. And honestly, you could understand him. You sometimes felt bad about the way you were treating him, but it got easier over time to ignore the voice of reason.

“What if I tell you that I want you to take me in that car? What if I tell you that you can fuck me better than he does?”, you leaned in, your lips grazing the outline of his jaw.

“Holy shit- don’t-“, he had to clear his throat, “Don’t say that”.

You pressed yourself against him, angling your leg to move it along his crotch.

“I can feel you getting hard”, you chuckled.

“You’re so unfair”, he whined, hands scrambling to open the door beside him, “Get inside”.

You both got into the backseat - luckily the parking lot behind the entertainment building was dark and only accessible for staff members. Plus, you couldn’t peek into the cars windows from the outside. Jisung locked it with his key, trapping your form underneath his body.

He pulled his cap off, lowering himself on top of you gently.

“You still like it when I’m unfair, don’t you?”, you grinned, holding his face in your hands.

“Unfortunately-“, he sighed, leaning in to kiss your jaw, “Begging me to fuck you in the car- as if I could deny that”.

His lips wandered down to your throat, leaving open mouthed kisses on his way down, temporarily sucking on the skin in the crook of your neck. He knew he wasn’t allowed to leave marks, but he liked to tease you with it.

“I wasn’t begging”, you gasped, arching into him when he bit you there for a second.

“Do you want me to make you beg?”, Jisung huffed, you felt his grin against your skin.

His hands came up to unbutton your blouse while you pushed his oversized shirt up to signal him to take it off.

“You can give it a try”, you taunted him, “Before I’ll make you do it instead”.

Jisung ended the banter by kissing you, claiming your mouth with an urgent desperation, relief washing over him as soon as he could have you like this - pinned underneath him with his lips on yours.

You hummed in satisfaction, your hands finding his hair and pulling on some strands. Your skirt was pushed up, his hurried hands grabbing your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips.

The friction of your heat against his bulge made him moan into your mouth, even if you still were wearing clothes.

You rolled your hips in tandem with him, both of you moved against each other. It was hot, you felt everything clinging to you so nastily - your clothes, your hair, the leather of the car seats. But still, you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to push him away so you could breathe.

“Jisung-“, you gasped, his mouth leaving yours to travel downwards again, in between your tits.

“Yeah, fuck- I know”, he pressed a kiss to your skin, tongue darting out and tasting you, still rocking into you.

The space was so cramped, but that only led to him pressing against you some more, kneeling on the seats for more leverage and because he couldn’t properly stretch out his legs either way - one arm around your lower body holding you close.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, scraping up his skin and he hissed as the pain mixed with pure want and desire.

“Wanna be inside you-“, he choked out a breathy moan, needing to be pulled away from your chest by his hair before he could bite marks into your skin, “Hate to be the one begging, but please- I really need to-“.

A hand came up to his jaw, angling his head up, so you could nip at his skin there.

“That’s no real begging”, you laughed hoarsely, “I guess Hyunjin wants me more than you do”.

Your words made his hips snap forward, granting more friction against your aching clit before he retracted enough to let a hand fall between your legs.

Middle and ring finger stroked your folds, Jisung was moaning when he felt how soaked the fabric of your panties was.

“Fuck- I bet he doesn’t”, he closed his eyes as your hand wrapped around his throat, “I want you so bad- please, jagi. Let me have you”.

His needy voice made your pussy throb, his little gasps probably could be enough to make you fall apart untouched.

“Begging for an engaged woman?”, you whispered, “How filthy, Sungie”.

His fingers pushed your panties aside, gathering your slick to insert both of them at the same time. Your body reacted heavily, you weren’t able to stop the relentless grinding against his hand. His palm rubbed against your clit like this and you rewarded him with an open mouthed kiss.

“Call me filthy as much as you like- I want you- I want to fuck you raw, you’d let me do it, right?”, he grinned, such a dumb and silly look while his eyes were only half lidded, “I need to fuck you- please”.

Jisung curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. He tried to bribe you, dragging his fingers out with a nasty wet sound, pushing them back in so slowly.

“Tell me again that you want me”, he demanded, it sounded so desperate, so full of hope and although it was crushing your heart how devoted he looked at you while saying that, you wanted to hear it over and over again.

His fingers stayed inside, he scissored them - feeling you and stroking your most sensitive spot with careful precision.

“I want you, Sungie”, you told him, delighted in the way his pupils dilated, “Raw. Right here, right now”.

Your voice was barely a whisper, driven by your lust and suffocated in groans.

“Fuck”.

Jisung pulled his fingers out immediately and first you whined at the loss of stimulation before the same sound escaped again, when you saw him sticking his digits into his mouth. He pushed them past his lips to suck them clean, eyes closing in bliss.

Hurried hands moved to open his pants and pull them down as much as needed to free his cock, coating it with his precum in a few hasty strokes.

He got close again, quickly lining himself up to your entrance before he pushed in. The first inch had him grunt in desperation, the second made him whine.

“More, Sungie. Give me more”, you gasped.

He trembled heavily, twitching inside of you as if he was about to cum already.

“Stop squeezing me-“, he breathed, pushing in steadily but torturously slowly until he bottomed out.

Both of you moaned, your hands clawed at him to urge him to finally move, but he took his sweet time with it. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath was hot against your skin there.

“I can’t believe- fuck- you feel so so good”, he choked out, grinding into you without properly pulling out between thrusts.

You smoothed out the hair in his neck, stroking him there to soothe his restless shivering on top of you.

It took him a few minutes, he was so caught up in the intense feeling of your walls gripping him, that he had to snap back into reality.

“I bet- I bet Hyunjin-ah doesn’t fuck you this good”, he said, the cocky grin on his lips was so unfamiliar, it was only for you to witness.

But his ego was incredibly pushed like this, with you writhing underneath him although you were someone else’s - although you shouldn’t moan his name out loud.

“I don’t want you to try for a baby”, he got up on his knees again as much as it was possible, his hand splaying out where Hyunjins had touched you just moments ago, “I bet I could get you pregnant like this-“.

He was drunk on you, there wasn’t a single coherent thought in his head in that moment. Dark eyes were empty, but so full of you, just you and nothing else.

“I’m gonna fill you up- please let me, yeah? You can pretend it’s his, but-”, his hand pressed down on the bulge his cock left there and you arched your back off the leather seats.

You were lost for words, couldn’t even answer his delusional statements, because the dopamine mixed in with adrenaline rushing through your body was making you dumb as well.

“Please let me fill you up-“, his voice was so whiny, so desperate for you, “No one has to know it is mine, we can keep it a secret”.

You were so close already, but you didn’t care. Usually, your sessions with Jisung were pretty quick, because they had to be. Just like now, you heard voices coming closer and you felt your blood boil and freeze at the same time.

“Jisung-“, you hissed, but you couldn’t keep quiet.

The thrill of people being outside, the possibility of getting caught seemed to spur him on and he picked up his pace.

“Jisung, wait-“, you tried again, pulling him down to your chest again to stop him from moving.

“Can’t- feels so-“, he slurred, mouth latching on your tit, hand pulling your bra down to have better access.

His lips found your right nipple, sucking it into his mouth and between his teeth.

“Hahh- fuck”, you moaned, tears forming in your eyes.

The fear of someone from the management finding you here was persistent, but Jisung was very eager to help you and find arousal in this kind of anxiety. The voices got quieter again, but none of you seemed to care now either way.

Jisungs tongue rolled against your nipple while fucking you into the seats with a sloppy pace, you were so wet it echoed in the car.

“Gonna fill you up, gonna make sure it takes-“, he gasped, “Fuck-“.

He pushed you over the edge, his words heightening the sensation of the cool in your stomach finally snapping as you clenched down on his length.

“Ji- hahh”, you whimpered, pulling on his hair to push his face closer to yours so you could kiss him.

He moaned into your mouth, opening his lips to let you taste him as you liked. He fucked you through your orgasm, hips snapping sharply into you until he finished deep inside you.

Jisungs breath was as heavy and quick as yours, pushing his cum in deeper.

“Please-“, he whispered, “Please, let me do that again. I- I’ll drive you home later, I need-“.

You grinned, pushing his hair out of his face. Hyunjins plan had worked, he was a mess.

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You sighed in relief when you let yourself fall onto your couch after a long day of work and running some errands after that. You had just slipped into some comfortable clothes and relished in the thought that you could relax for the rest of the day.

Pulling your phone out for the first time in hours, you immediately realized that relaxing was off the table.

You had multiple missed calls from Seungmin, several messages of him asking what you’re doing, if everything was okay and why you couldn’t answer the phone.

The pleas of answering or calling him back soon turned into heated orders, you could literally tell he was mad typing these. You sat in an upright position again, scrolling down to the latest message.

‘That’s it, I’m coming over’

Seungmin was supposed to be at work, he was a SWAT officer, he couldn’t just leave there. But still, you soon heard some banging against the front door.

“Open up!”

You felt goosebumps all over your body, you almost didn’t recognize his voice. It was so loud, so menacing and threatening.

“Open immediately, or else I will force my way in”.

This situation was weirdly arousing to you, the unrelenting fierceness in his tone was making you wet in no time. And as much as you probably liked seeing him burst in, you knew better and got up to follow his orders.

Instead of him giving you a kiss after entering the apartment like he always did when coming home, he shoved you inside roughly and kicked the door close with a foot.

“Hands against the wall,” he said flatly, voice thundering.

You couldn’t react to it at first, being completely stunned by him in his uniform - he always looked so damn good in it. Especially when he came home after work, sometimes having such a busy day he couldn’t even change before leaving—looking exhausted and sweaty because of the weight of the heavy duty clothes.

Now he looked more agitated than exhausted, pressing your front close to the wall until it was harder to breathe.

“Do what I say, I will use force.”

Your body moved, sliding your hands up and placing them on each side of your head.

“Seungmin-“ you began, but were cut off when he grabbed your wrists to pull them behind your back.

The roughness of his acts was new, unfamiliar, but you couldn’t help but find it intriguing.

“It’s ‘officer’ to you,” he growled.

“Officer-“ you bit down on the giggle forming in your throat, “What did I do?”

“You tell me,” he held your wrists in place with one hand, the other reaching for his handcuffs, “You didn’t answer any of my texts. Got something better to do?”

He handcuffed you quickly, years of experience making his movements swift and without any resistance from you, he had you restrained in seconds. Seungmin didn’t even need to hold you in place like this anymore, his hands were wandering.

“I was at work-“ you stopped when one hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you backwards until your head hit his shoulder, “And I was in the city after that.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. Did you meet up with that co-worker?”

Seungmin was a jealous man. Maybe that was an understatement. When the two of you were out together, he made sure to always leave a hand on you. He’d lace his fingers with yours or grab your hips or waist when you were standing close, signaling everyone you were his and only his.

“No I didn’t,“ you said, gasping when his hand was closing around your windpipe some more, asserting pressure to the sides.

You had a co-worker who didn’t understand Seungmin’s signals that you were already taken. That, or he didn’t want to understand. He would make advances with the dark haired man literally standing next to you.

“I feel like you’re lying,” he huffed, his tone changing for a moment, almost soft.

“No, he- he just approached me when I was getting groceries.”

Seungmin clicked his tongue, angling his leg to shove it between your thighs and push you forward against the wall again.

“Ahh, I see. So that’s how it is,” he chuckled a bit, “Followed you unnoticed and thought he could get away with it? What did he want, huh?”

While a hand stayed firmly against your right shoulder blade, the other reached in between your legs. One of his feet nudged your own further apart so he had better access. He wasn’t feeling merciful enough to shove your shorts aside or down so you could feel his fingers directly on your skin.

“Min-“ you huffed, resting your cheek on the wall.

Another frustrated sound from him.

“Officer-“ you corrected yourself without him needing to say something, “Please, just-“

“Ah ah ah-“ he cooed, head shaking slowly, “Rewards are for good girls who are compliant. This is an interrogation, jagi”.

His finger slid over your clothed folds, tip pressing into the spot where your entrance was. He was obviously teasing you with it, his hot breath on your neck was only making it worse.

“He- He didn’t want anything special. He asked if I wanted to grab a coffee with him.”

Seungmin froze in his movements, a frown formed on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you answer?” his voice was a growl.

His treatment was torture, you could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your shorts but that wasn’t enough.

“I said no,” you whimpered and earned a gift, one finger indeed slipped inside your shorts to rub over your folds from behind.

“So tell me then,” he mused, movements stopping, “Why did you ignore me all day?”

You didn’t dare to move your hips to get friction yourself, knowing it would only lead to a punishment in his riled up state. Although you really, really wanted to.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But?” he asked, wanting to hear an explanation.

But you could only groan in frustration, this was going for too long. You weren’t able to fight the urge to grind your pussy against his fingers, but he immediately retracted.

“I was just busy, Min- seriously, just fuck me already.”

Seungmin growled, muttering something you couldn’t understand under his breath.

“Don’t be so cruel, I know you want it too. Stop pretending,” you said, soon enough regretting that.

“You want to be fucked? Fine,” he grabbed you by your bound wrists and hauled you away from the wall to shove you into the apartment, “Maybe you need to get that damn attitude fucked out of your brain.”

Getting into the open kitchen, he bent you over the dining table, roughly shoving your face against the wood with a hand on your neck.

“You stay like that. Move an inch and I’ll leave you handcuffed to the bed and go back to work. If I feel generous enough, I won’t set the vibrator too high,” he moved back to pull your shorts and underwear down all together, “Got that?”

You trembled and shivered because of his words, there was no need to explain this any further, so you nodded hastily. He already scared away your complaints.

“Yes-“

“Yes, who?” he pulled the shorts and panties down rather unceremoniously, slapping your right cheek once - quick but powerful.

“Yes, officer,” you whined.

“That’s more like it,” he cooed, satisfied.

Both hands grabbed your ass, spreading the cheeks slightly before wandering up, shoving your shirt upwards to grip your hips properly. He played with you, enjoyed how you couldn’t do anything against it.

“Did you earn preparation?” Seungmin asked, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance again.

You whined, his other hand pressed down onto your lower back, making it impossible for you to move. The bulge in his uniform pants was obvious, it touched your naked skin and made you want to grind against him even more.

“No.”

“Hmm, good job. You’re right, pup,” he chuckled, voice so soft all of the sudden.

You loved the nickname, it made you weak. You were lucky you were bent over the table and didn’t need to stand on your own because your knees were so wobbly.

“But still, I’ll have mercy. You get one finger,” the softness of his voice was gone as he shoved his middle finger inside.

You jolted at the sudden intrusion, but moaned out loud immediately. He was mean with it, obviously skipping your g-spot on purpose, only fucking you with his finger to stretch you a bit.

“Officer-“ you gave in, played along.

“Ohhh,“ the grin on his lips was evident in his tone, “You have something to say in your defense?”

This wasn’t enough, you needed more than that. And you needed it now.

“More-“ you whimpered, “Please, more.”

Seungmin clicked his tongue, sighing in frustration before pulling his finger out again.

“Greedy slut,” he cursed, “You really don’t deserve that preparation.”

You heard him unbuckle his belt, the pull down of his zipper.

“But it’s okay, bratty pup just needs to be tamed, right?”

He pushed in, slow but steady, shoving his dick inside your pussy until he bottomed out. You choked because of the feeling of being so intensely stretched out, so intensely full. It pushed the air out of your lungs.

“So tight-“ Seungmin hummed, losing himself for a second the moment he got to be inside of you, “You’re taking me so well, pup. Almost want to forgive you for acting up.”

The grip on your hips was punishing, the way he partially pulled out and snapped forward again was probably bruising you from the inside.

“Is that what you wanted? Ignoring me all day just for me to put you back into your place?” he snarled, one hand grabbing your bound wrists to pull back and force you into an arch.

You couldn’t answer, the force of his thrusts smothered every thought that dared to form. Your whole body just went slack, already dumb.

“I want an answer, pup,” he halted, not moving an inch.

“I- I can’t-” you sobbed, the stretch still so intense, the way he pressed into your g-spot made your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Fucked dumb already?” Seungmin scoffed, “That was fast. Can’t even speak anymore.”

His humiliating tone was going straight between your legs, your walls clenching and gripping him.

“Ohh- but your pussy can talk. Seems like I have to interrogate her, then.”

He pulled you back by your hips, basically forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick like this. You liked the rough treatment, it was embarrassing how immensely it turned you on.

“She’s sucking me in-“ he mused, the snap of his hips getting a bit shallower, “Trying to bribe me here? Trying to seduce me into corruption?”

You heard how his voice slurred, the little grunts of exhaustion. He didn’t want to show how much he liked this as well, how much he liked to play the role of the bad cop, how close he already was as well.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson? Giving that dumb guy more attention than me? Fuck-“ he talked himself into a trance, even ignoring what a big mess you made out of his uniform pants.

He hadn’t even bothered with pulling his pants down, just opened them enough so he could take his cock out. With every time he bottomed out, the fabric grinded against your wet pussy.

“Yes! Yes, I did,” you replied, endorphins starting to flush your nervous system the closer you got to your release.

“I don’t think you did,” he laughed, “Pussy says otherwise, she wants more. Slutty hole loves the punishment.”

Seungmin hauled you up into his arms, forcing you to stand on your legs. The sudden change in position made you let out a gasped whimper, he reached impossibly deeper like this. One of his hands sneaked around your throat, holding you close.

“I could tame you all night, pup. I’ll fuck that other guy out of your memory,” he growled, but pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple.

“Officer-“ you sobbed, not daring to call him by his name, although it was all you could think of.

You felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach, the knot that was about to burst - his hand splaying out on your lower stomach and pressing onto it didn’t really help.

“Bet you can feel me so deep, right, pup?”, he was on the verge of losing control, you could hear it.

“Gonna-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence properly, the pressure of his fingers on your throat was too much, “Gonna cum-“

“You don’t get to cum,” he growled, but continued to fuck you, “Say you’re mine and I’ll consider letting you finish.”

Your whole body was trembling at this point, you were so incredibly exhausted.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, voice only a whisper.

“Louder, I can’t hear your pathetic whines over how loud your pussy is.”

He was right though. The squelching noises whenever he moved were obscene, they were echoing from the walls of the kitchen.

“I’m yours!” you tried again, “Just yours.”

“Damn right, you are. Cum on my cock then, show me how sorry you are.”

His words shoved you roughly over the edge, your orgasm hit you without warning, although you had been so close for so long. It was intense, blinding you and making you moan so loud it was humiliating.

“That’s it, tell them who fucks you this good”, he grunted, following you with his own release.

He fucked his cum into you, as deep as possible, not stopping until he was too exhausted to move himself.

Both of you stayed like this for a moment, the grip on your throat getting softer with every second.

“How are your wrists?” he asked calmly.

Your hands were numb, to be exact, the blood flow had been cut by the way you had been pulling on your restraints.

“Probably sore by tomorrow,” you answered in a whine, “Along with the rest of me.”

“Good,” he snapped his hips forward once more, your thighs bumping into the table so hard it almost hurt, “Maybe you’ll remember how to behave.”

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You weren't sure what was going on with you here lately, but seeing your boyfriend doing absolutely anything was driving you up a wall. It couldn't be your ovulation, you had just gotten off your period, so you just chalked it up to it being your hormones going crazy. Whatever it was, it had you wanting to jump Hongjoong's bones any chance you got.

Even now, while you were sitting across from him at the dining table, with your friends eating dinner. You wanted nothing more than to have him bend you over the table and fucking you into oblivion. It was all too much; the overwhelming fire burning in your belly had you wanting to cry in desperation.

"Y/n, are you okay?" The sound of Seonghwa's voice pulled you from your thoughts, head twisting to look at the dark-haired male.

"Hmm, oh, I'm okay, just thinking." You hummed, averting your attention elsewhere as your cheeks heated up, realizing you had been caught fantasizing. However, that heat only grew when you caught your ginger-haired boyfriend's eye, his eyebrow cocked in a questioning manner.

"What's got your mind so occupied?" Wooyoung was the next to ask, watching as you grabbed your cup and brought it to your lips. You took a long drink before finally pulling the cup away and setting it back down.

"Just a project at work." You lied through your teeth, and Hongjoong knew that because you had finished the preparation for that project just the other day.

Then the conversation continues without a hitch, but you were starting to get antsy, wanting your boyfriend's attention. Your socked foot brushed against his calf, letting it trail up to his thigh before he caught your ankle in his hand. A small, innocent smile tugged on your lips as you met his dark eyes, clearly giving you a warning.

You continued teasing him all throughout dinner, and Hongjoong tried to tolerate your nonsense, but he was damn near his breaking point.

Then finally, finally, Seonghwa and Wooyoung left the house, bidding the two of you a good night. And as soon as that front door latched, Hongjoong's hand was wrapped snugly around your throat, causing you to gasp. He tugs you closer to him, fingertip pressing into your skin and limiting your oxygen supply as his nose brushes yours.

"You know, you've been acting like a fucking bitch in heat these past few days," He growled, obviously fed up with your incessant antics the past week, his teeth flashing as his upper lip pulled back into a snarl. You whimpered, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as your thighs squeezed together, "since you wanna be fucked so bad, you're gonna take it, and I better not hear you begging me to slow down or stop."

"Y-Yes, sir." You choked out, lust-filled eyes flickering up to meet Hongjoong's as a dark haze fell over them.

—

"Don't stop now, princess, you're the one who wanted this cock," Hongjoong growled, delivering a sharp smack to the already red skin of your ass, pulling a pathetic squeak from your saliva-slick lips. Your thighs were starting to burn as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend's aching cock. He's already fucked his cum deep into your womb two times before now, and he was still as hard as a rock.

"J-Joong, I can't…" You breathed out as the smooth head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, making your mind go blank.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue before he was sitting up, hands gripping the fat of your ass, pulling your hips flush against his, "can't even follow simple instructions, are you really that desperate, babygirl?"

"Joongie!" You nearly screamed when he began thrusting his hips up into yours, his cock abusing your sweet spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your jaw fell slack. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and you felt like you were going to tear at the seams. "'S too much, Joongie, please."

"Yeah, right," Hongjoong growled, pistoning his cock deep into your walls, and the loud squelching sounds that came from where you were joined were deafening. The mixture of your and his cum trickled down the inside of your thighs before smearing onto ginger-haired males with every thrust.

"F-Fuck!" You moaned out, eyes rolling back as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach beginning to form. You felt like a mess, and you were sure that you looked even more like one, but that was the least of your concerns when you felt Hongjoong's cock twitch in your walls.

"Gonna fuck my babies into you, how bout that? You'd love it, wouldn't you, princess, hmm?" Hongjoong sneered against the skin of your neck as he bit and sucked marks into the sensitive skin, and your walls clenched around him, giving him all the answer he needed despite your needy whining. "Give you what your slutty little pussy has been asking for."

"W-Wait, Joong—" You choked back a moan when you started to feel a weird pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any moment. However, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and Hongjoong continued to bully his length into your gummy walls.

Then you were cumming, body slumping onto his with a broken cry, your release gushing out in waves, drenching Hongjoong's cock and the couch cushions underneath his hips. The ginger-haired male bit back a groan as you clenched down around him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth as he came.

"J-Joongie…" You whined into his neck as he continued to roll your hips against his, prolonging both of your orgasms. Tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free and streamed down your flushed cheeks.

Finally, he let up on your hips, letting you rest against him, and your body melted against his, thinking that he was finally done. But you were rudely torn away from that hope when he was pulling you from his lap, a gasp caught in your throat. The world turned violently around you as he moved you to the side of the couch, bending you over the arm.

"Oh, you didn't think I was done with you yet, did you, princess?" He asked condescendingly, moving the tip of his hard cock through your fold, using it to collect his cum that had seeped out and pushing it back into your walls. He continued to tease you, relishing in the way you whined and begged, body trembling under his. Then he was pushing in with a sharp, powerful thrust, causing you to cry out, "I'm not stopping until you're properly bred, sweetheart."

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“Shhh, you can’t let them hear us.” Jeongin’s voice is low in your ear as he fucks his fingers into you. You're sitting on the washer in his and Chan's laundry room, hiding away from your friends while party music blares on the other side of the door.

“Jeongin,” you whine, dragging out the last syllable. “Someone’s gonna come looking.” You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he speeds up his pace.

“Then quit moaning my name like that. Unless you want them to hear what I’m doing to you in here.”

You’d die. You’d actually die of embarrassment if someone walked in here and saw you, skirt hiked up and legs spread wide.

“You’re fucking soaked for me,” he breathes, nipping your earlobe. “Been thinking of this all night, haven’t you?”

“Mhm—,” you try to respond, but he presses three long fingers into you so deep he hits your g-spot, and you bury your face into his shoulder as you cry out.

It’s his fault, really. When you joined the friend group years ago, Chan made all the boys promise they’d never lay a hand on you. Out of respect, he had said. Because you deserved to have friends who didn’t try to sleep with you.

Then Jeongin showed up one day with arms at least three times bigger than they were, body completely toned and sculpted to perfection, and you lost your mind. He flirted harder, touched more, and you gave in to him because look at the man.

That was three months ago, you think.

His fingers slip out of you to give attention to your throbbing clit, tracing soft yet quick circles around the nub. “You’re all puffed up, baby. You need to come so bad.” 

“Innie, please,” you whine again.

He moves your hair behind your shoulder to leave sloppy kisses along your neck. “I’ll tell you what,” he growls in your ear. “If you stay quiet for me, I’ll let you come. How does that sound, pretty girl? You think you can do that for me?”

You nod fervently, clutching onto his shoulders. His movements on your clit are slow, teasing, but you need more.

“But if you’re too loud, I’ll make you come so many times you’re gonna beg me to stop. And then they’ll definitely know what we’re doing in here.”

He has a devilish grin on his face, like the idea of getting caught turns him on even more. The implications are both terrifying and incredibly hot.

You nod your head, not daring to make a sound, and he drops to his knees in front of you, yanking your panties down to your ankles. Your head hits the wall with a soft thunk as you brace yourself with the sides of the machine.

He licks a slow, filthy stripe along your entrance, and you suck in a deep breath to keep from yelling. The wet sounds of his tongue against you make your brain go fuzzy. “You’re gonna make a mess, baby. What am I going to tell Chan-hyung?”

Your hands fly to his hair as he starts to devour you. His tongue laps at your folds with just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. Your thighs threaten to close, but he keeps his grip on your thighs tight to keep them open.

“Look at me.” The demand makes you jolt, and you snap your eyes open to look down. “Watch me while I eat this pussy. It’s mine right? Tell me it’s mine, pretty girl.”

“I-it’s yours—fuck,” you manage to get out. You hardly recognize your own voice, broken and needy.

His tongue is absolutely relentless, fucking in and out of you as you squirm. You bite down hard on your lip as he flattens his tongue on your clit, but a whine still comes out involuntarily. You slap your hand over your mouth to try to stifle it.

“Quiet,” he warns. “Or I start counting how many times I can make you come.”

His grip on you tightens as he moves his mouth around your sopping cunt. He sucks your clit hard, moving one hand to tease his fingers at your entrance again.

“Innie—fuck,” you whimper, barely above a whisper. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

Your hips grind against his tongue, chasing your high. The heat in your belly is too much, and you’re about to collapse.

“So fucking desperate,” he says as he pulls back. “You’re dripping down my chin.”

He latches onto your clit again while his fingers thrust in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, and you’re so close. A whine slips out before you can stop it, the sounds echoing throughout the small room.

Jeongin stops immediately. You pout at the sudden loss, trying to apologize, but he’s clearly not having it. He braces two hands on either side of you, looming over you on the machine.

“What did I say about being loud?” His eyes are dark, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for you to answer. “Now I have to ruin you.”

“Jeongin, wait, I—.” You’re cut off by the way he throws your legs over his shoulders, attacking your cunt with a new kind of hunger.

His fingers enter you, angled precisely so he hits your sensitive spot every time. He flicks your clit in the way he knows will make you come, not bothering to move slowly anymore.

You’re trembling, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. The music still thumps through the walls, but you can hear footsteps and voices right outside the door.

“Come now. While they’re right outside. And don’t you dare scream.”

The pleasure peaks and your orgasm crashes over you, sending your body into a series of shakes and spasms. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he licks you through your high, drawing it out until your legs feel like jelly.

Even after you come down, he gives your cunt one last teasing lick, and you jerk at the oversensitivity. He stands up to kiss you, the taste of you all over his lips and his tongue. 

“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear. “But we’re not done yet, are we? I still have to fuck you properly. And you’re going to stay quiet for that too, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod, unable to speak, as he helps you off the washer and spins you around. He presses you down against the machine, lying your chest flat. The cool metal against your nipples sends a shiver down your spine.

Jeongin flips your skirt up and kicks your legs apart, fitting himself behind you. You hear the clink of his belt and his zipper, and feel the heat slowly coming back to you.

Without warning, he pushes inside you in one thrust of his hips. The stretch burns as he splits you open, your sensitive cunt throbs around him, and you let out a choked cry.

He immediately wraps his hand over your mouth and jerks you upright, pulling you flush against his chest.

“I told you to be quiet,” he growls in your ear, snapping his hips harder. “You wanna cry? I’ll give you something to cry about.”

The washer shakes beneath you as he pounds into you. He sets a punishing pace, one hand still clamped over your mouth while the other bruises your hip. The wet slap of skin against skin is just barely masked by the party on the other side of the door.

“Fuck, you’re clenching so tight,” he moans quietly in your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a slut while our friends are ten feet away.”

You whimper against his palm, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot, making your eyes roll back. You clench around him, and he huffs out a laugh.

“Close again already?” he mocks you. “Go on then, come on my cock.”

He snakes a hand around to rub tight circles on your clit, and it sends you over the edge. You clench your jaw as you come around him, making quiet but pathetic noises behind his hand. He fucks you through your second orgasm, rolling his hips against you and hitting deep inside.

“Good fucking girl—shit,” he groans before pulling out of you.

He spins you back around to face him, gripping your waist and hoisting you back on top of the washer. He steps between your legs and gives you a quick kiss before he whispers in your ear.

“Round three, baby. Think you can take me one more time?”

“Innie, I’m still—”

“Sensitive? Dripping everywhere? Good. That’s exactly how I want you.”

He pulls you forward until your ass is on the edge, spreading your legs for him again. He pushes himself in with one deep stroke, and you grasp his biceps, choking back a moan.

“T-too much,” you whine, the friction against your sensitive walls. 

“You can take it,” Jeongin grunts, snapping his hips harder against you. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, head lolling to the side. The heat has crept its way back into your body, pooling in your lower belly like it has been all night. Your cunt is still fluttering around him, wet and sloppy and throbbing.

“Still haven’t had enough, have you?”

The door handle rattles before you can respond. You both freeze, bracing for someone to come in. You tuck your face into Jeongin’s shoulder, and he kicks his foot up against the door behind him to keep it from opening.

“Hey man, not the bathroom!” Jeongin shouts to prevent whoever it is from coming in.

“Oh, my bad!” A man you don’t know’s voice calls from the other side.

The footsteps move back down the hallway, drowning in the chatter and music in the house, and you let out a sigh. That was fucking close.

The second they’re gone, Jeongin’s back between your legs, hands gripping your waist as you wrap your legs around him. He fills you back up, thick cock sliding in easily, and returns to his previous rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he says through gritted teeth. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you? Almost getting caught with my cock stuffed inside you.”

You shake your head, denying the accusation. Your cunt pulses around him, betraying you.

He chuckles. “Liar.” He pounds into you faster, the machine creaking below you. “I bet you’d let me keep going if they walked in here. Let them watch me ruin my pretty girl.”

You’re shaking now, tears pricking your eyes, everything hurts so good.

“Give me one more,” he orders, wiping the tears before they can fall. “I wanna feel you soak me.”

His thumb rubs fast circles around your clit, and you feel the tingles shoot through your whole body. He rolls his hips, reaching so deep you can feel him in your throat. 

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel how much you love being used.”

The knot in your belly tightens before it snaps completely, flooding through you. You bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying as you come harder than you ever have. Your legs lock around his waist, shaking violently from the pleasure.

“F-fuck—I’m coming, baby,” he announces, driving in one more time before he’s buried deep inside you and pumping you full of his seed.

You’re both panting, sweaty, and sticky when he finally stills. He pulls out slowly, watching a mixture of yours and his cum leak out of you. He fixes your panties back into place, trapping the liquid inside.

He leans in to kiss your temple, wiping damp strands of hair from your forehead, before he leans close to your ear.

“Get back out there, and try not to let my cum run down your thighs in front of our friends,” he says with a dark smile on his face.

“If you behave, maybe I’ll fuck that pretty face of yours next.”

a/n: i do not know what came over me but i do not regret it one bit :D

Drinking with Stray Kids was never a good idea, every single time without fail they found a way to get you to drink soju, that damned drink always managed to loosen up your tongue, not necessarily in a bad way but more in a extroverted type way but sometimes you let something slip that you would’ve never said was it not for the alcohol flowing through your veins. Today you had been drinking with all the guys, having fun around the pool and chatting the day away. As the daylight dimmed everyone gathered inside for a chill buffet style dinner you had prepared for game night, a mixture of Korean dishes and other cuisines so everyone could eat as much as their hearts desired while you played videogames and eventually board games, but as the bottles emptied the games turned a little more intimate as it was very common with these guys and before you could say anything they decided to play truth or dare.

“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin asked after a couple of rounds had passed.

“Truth” You said, after enduring too many embarrassing dares you decided to go safer, or so you thought…because nothing was ever safe with these men.

“Y/N, when’s the last time a man made you come?” You damn near spat out the shot you had just taken as everyone turned their full attention to you. Chans question seemed to be a loaded one given that you were the closest to him and might have let it slip that you didn’t have the best track record with sexual encounters and men.  Your eyes widened at the question, not because it was too personal, you were used to that by now but because it came out of nowhere and there was zero hesitation about it. But you answered honestly nonetheless.

“Never” You said avoiding eye contact with everyone, filling up the tiny shot glass with an almost empty bottle, you didn’t really know why you were so embarrassed to admit such a thing, when you weren’t the one that should be embarrassed, it wasn’t your fault after all. But you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure, maybe you were the problem and you didn’t know it. 

“Really? That can’t be true, how come no man has made you come?” Changbin asked, he sounded truly curious and you couldn’t blame him, it was definitely weird.

“Yeah, it’s true. I don’t really feel attracted sexually if I don’t have an emotional connection, and I’ve only had bad experiences with men.” You admitted as you took the shot you had just poured yourself followed by another gulp of the beer you had in your possession but didn’t know where it came from. As you finished the sentence everyone begun speaking and saying stuff about how men are horrible and you deserve better, a couple of comments were made about how they always made the women they had sex with come with smug looks being shared between a lot of teasing. You took a mental note that everyone said something except I.N, he just looked at you, neutral expression but his eyes, those damn eyes, he was thinking something, but you couldn’t put a pin in it. It’s like he wanted to say something, but he was holding back.

“My sorrows, anyway who’s next? Seungmin, truth or dare?” Fleix said making you giggle at his condolences for your lack of orgasming, but you were glad that the attention was finally off you and onto someone else.

After everyone had gone to their respective rooms you stayed cleaning up the last remaining dishes and putting the leftovers away in the fridge, you heard someone coming into the kitchen.

“Is it true what you said before?” It was Jeongin. He stood next to you and quickly grabbed a kitchen towel as he begun to dry the plates you had just washed.

“About what?” You played dumb but you knew what he was implying, you just would’ve preferred to not have to talk about it anymore, as much as you pretended that it wasn’t that big of a deal the truth was that it was a big insecurity for you.

“That no man has made you…you know…come?” He asked, a little innocence laced in his voice. His hands busy helping you dry off the dishes which also helped because he kept his eyes glued to the plate he was drying, which was very much dry by now but he kept going at it. 

“Oh, that. Yeah, sadly, it’s true. Sometimes I even believe there’s something wrong with me, it’s not like I sleep around all the time, but I should’ve come with someone by now.” You said, opening up about your sexual disappointments felt less awkward with him, you had always been close with Jeongin, your personalities worked incredibly well together, and you always had a lot of fun when spending time with each other. But on the other hand you could also have really deep conversations with him, he was a greta listener and always gave such good advice.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t found the right person. Men these days don’t care about women’s pleasure, they only want to do it and leave. I’ll never understand it.” He said giving you a genuine smile but it felt a little pitiful.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m tired of searching for the right one, every time I get my hopes up I and up feeling disappointed and used. The guy I met at the party the other day, didn’t even bother to learn my name, came twice and didn’t try to make me feel good. He literally just used me like I was a sex toy, I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I felt disgusting, you know?” You said, blinking rapidly to fight the tears welling up in your eyes. Finally letting your true feelings out was nice, you had only talked about this with your girlfriends but never with other people, women always understood because sadly every woman has been through those horrible experiences but sometimes men didn’t really get it, so you avoided the topic with them.

“No, please don’t cry, I don’t want to see you crying over stupid men who don’t deserve you.” He said as he wiped the tears from your cheek, placing his fingers under your chin urging you to look at him. “You deserve someone that will treat you like the queen that you are.” He said while still holding your head up, then motioning for you to come into a hug. You melted into his muscular arms instantly, as you let out a few more tears holding him tightly, sobbing into his chest finally breaking down.

“Thank you, Innie. I guess I’ll just have to keep searching then” You said as you shrugged your shoulders, wipes your tears and resumed the cleaning when something stopped you cold in your tracks.

“Maybe you don’t have to search anymore” He said, slight blush creeping on his cheeks. You thought you heard him wrong, because there was no way he was suggesting what you thought he was suggesting. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, trying to play it cool because he could’ve easily meant something different than what your mind first imagined.

“Maybe you already found the one, but you’re too busy searching for someone else.” He said coming a little closer, your body was frozen in place, the only movement was your heart pounding in your throat so hard that you felt you could cough it out if your tried and your eyelids, closing and opening. 

“I think I would know if I had.” You said laughing nervously trying to play it cool but it came out a little more awkward than cool.

“I don’t think you would.” He said, his gaze now burning a whole into your eyes, he took another step forward. “Because if you knew you would’ve already noticed that I’ve been here for months. And you still haven’t given me a chance.” His voice was completely serious, but he had that playful smile that always made your heart flutter, he didn’t look like he was joking or messing around, in fact, he looked just as nervous as you. You cleared your throat, suddenly your mouth had become dry and the thoughts running through your head had gone wild, you didn’t really know what to say.

“Jeongin, what are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but be fully taken aback by his sudden confession about his feelings for you that you seemed to be oblivious about. You had noticed a few stares here and there and some comments that could’ve been interpreted as more than just friendly banter but you never thought anything of it because you didn’t think it was possible for someone like Yang Jeongin to like someone like you, he could date any model or actress he wanted to, he would never choose you, he was just your friend.

“Y/N, you know what I’m talking about, I know you’ve seen me staring at you, you’ve noticed how my heartrate picks up when we cuddle while watching movies, how I get nervous every time our hands graze.” He said quickly, trying not to sound too intense but this confession was not on your bingo card for the night.

“I mean yeah, of course I noticed. But I just didn’t think you saw me that way.” You replied a little embarrassed that you had sabotaged yourself so badly that you had convinced yourself that you couldn’t be liked by someone so handsome and attractive.

“Because you’re too busy wasting your time on ugly men who can’t even make you come.” He said, smiling. “If you had given me the chance you would know how love feels.” 

“You sound really confident, and I appreciate that, I really do, but that’s what every other man says, and the story always repeats itself.” You say, allowing your better judgement to take place for once because everytime you give someone the benefit of the doubt they disappoint, why would he be any different? The distance between you two almost nothing at this point, you’re standing so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body and it’s intoxicating. His scent drawing you closer, his lips look like forbidden fruit, his eyes are full of desire and passion. 

“You know I’m not like any man you’ve met before. I want to take care of you. I want to take you where no one else has.” He said, his hands coming up your sides to grip your waist, gently but firm enough to pull you closer to him testing the waters but even if you wanted to you couldn’t pull away from him, not when he looks like he’s begging for your mercy, you feel weaker every second that passes.

“Innie, I don’t want to feel used again. I’ve had enough disappointment for now.” You said pressing your forehead against his chest, your mind keeps racing with no end in sight, you know that if you say yes you’re risking feeling abused again. But you can’t deny that you’ve always wanted to know what true love feels like, you’ve been told that making love is a beautiful experience and you want to know what that’s like. Maybe he’s the right candidate for it, at least you’ve know him and that already is a huge step in the right direction.

He grabbed your face and gently lifted your chin, his eyes searched for yours until you finally met his gaze.

“I promise I won’t every make you feel like that, let me treat you better.” He said, his voice raw and honest. You closed your eyes for a second, you couldn’t think straight when he looked at you like a little fox in distress. But in the back of your mind, you had already made your choice, you made your choice the moment you laid eyes on him the first time you met him, you’ve always wanted him, you just didn’t want to deal with the consequences of confessing your attraction for him and possibly getting rejected.

“I’m trusting you, just please don’t hurt me.” You said, and he understood instantly. He closed the distance between your lips, the kiss felt intimate and full of passion, it was slow and deep, the type of you kiss you only see in movies, the kind of kiss that sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Your hands roamed his very muscular back while he held you as close as humanly possible against him with one arm while his other hand held the back of your neck al while your lips moved in a perfect dance.

“I would never hurt you.” He broke the kiss for a second before connecting your lips again but it was brief as you suddenly became hyperaware of the fact you were making out very passionately in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in and neither of you would hear the end of it.

“We should go somewhere else before someone walks in on us.” You said pulling away just enough to get the words out and connecting your lips again.

“Come with me.” He took your hand into his big strong hand and led you up the stairs and down the hallway into his room. The room had a very cozy lighting, and it looked very tidy, he was always very picky about the way his room should be and absolutely hated sharing rooms with other people, except with you. He always offered his room when you said you wanted to nap so you wouldn’t sleep on the couch, or when staying up late for movie nights, now it all clicked in your mind.

As soon as you were inside, he began kissing you again, this time a little more hungry but still romantic, like he wanted this moment to last just a little longer. He pressed his body against yours pushing your back against the door, taking the opportunity to lock it as he kept kissing you. He pulled away for a second, his lips plump tinted with a beautiful shade of pink from all the kissing, his eyes were dark and full of lust.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this.” He confessed, something in his tone sounded different, yes, he was out of breath, but he sounded like he didn’t really want to say that, he said it before he could think about it, but he didn’t take it back. 

“Innie, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You said caressing his face softly, you were still surprised by this whole situation, but you would be lying if you said that you weren’t loving every second of it.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He smiled

“You could never, we’re always going to be friends, no matter what.” You said and kissed him again; he needed that reassurance. Even though you knew that this could easily ruin your friendship it was too late to back out, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. Now that you know the attraction is mutual you want to take it all the way.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” He confirmed consent, such a small thing yet it made your legs weak, nothing hotter than a respectful man who asks for consent even when consent is implied. Such a green flag. 

“Yes, Yang Jeongin. 100% sure.” You said in between kisses. You kissed his neck, a place you knew he was very sensitive, but the moan that came out of that mans mouth you didn’t expect at all. It made you drunk, you wanted to hear more of it so you kept kissing and nibbling at it only stopping for a couple of seconds to remove his shirt revealing his toned physique. You had seen his abs many times before, but you had never been this close to him much less touching him as much as your heart desired so you took your time exploring his body. You ran your hand down his abs, which he was flexing for sure but you didn’t care one bit, he looked hot as hell, while all he did was admire the effect he was having on you, the way you couldn’t stop looking at him, admiring him like he was a statue carved by the gods themselves. Your hand trailed a little lower stopping right over his belt, your hand began to undo his belt but he stopped you before you could take it off holding your wrist in place very gently.

“No princess, today is about you.” He said before he began to remove your clothes. “Can I take this off?” He said as he held the hem of your dress, you just nodded in approval. He smiled and pulled the hem up and above your head, only your underwear covering you now, but it didn’t cover much because it was only a white lace two-piece set, it was the only thing clean you had available after the pool day but now you were really glad you kept that in your car after a bad one-night stand. “Holy fuck, you’re going to kill me.” And without another word he pushed your back ever so gently onto the bed, holding you every second of the way.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how gentle he was being with you, you had never once had a man treat you gently. You used to think you loved it hard and rough, which you did, but there’s something about treating each other with care and love, not just lust and brute force that had you melting into his touch every time he moved.

“I want you to tell me what you like princess, how do you want me?” He couldn’t be any hotter even if he tried. But the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth, it’s like your brain couldn’t comprehend you being the focus during sex, he caught on at your hesitation. “Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want to ride my thighs? Do you want me to finger you? I’m all yours baby just say the word.” He even remembered that one time you said you had a thing for riding thighs and Lee Know became the most annoying human being for like a week thinking you were talking about him, he walked around with the worst superiority complex you’ve seen.

Your eyes lit up at the offer of him fingering you, his hands were so big, and incredibly beautiful. Plus, his veiny arms always made you a little weak. Maybe more than a little, maybe more like a lot. He couldn’t help but smile at your sudden enthusiasm.

“You want me to finger you?” He said as he held his hand up for you to see in all its might and glory, damn, it’s almost like he knew you had a hand kink which he probably did because you would frequently tell him that his hands were beautiful, your eyes instantly fixated on his long digits. “Princess, I need to hear you.”

“Yes, please, Innie. I love your hands; I need you to finger me.” You begged as you held his hand, feeling every knuckle and every vein. 

“That’s my girl.” He said as he leaned down kissing you once more. 

He gently placed his hands on your knees and your legs just spread right open for him, you looked at little desperate but at this point who cares, you were in fact desperate for a man to make you come. He placed himself kneeling in between your legs. 

“If you want me stop or you don’t like it, tell me.” His voice suddenly became serious and mature, he wasn’t here to play around. You simply nodded in return. He gave you the most devilish smirk you have ever witnessed before slowly trailing his fingers down your lower belly and hovering your heat, not giving you what you want just yet. The excitement was making you dizzy; your hips bucked up against his hand searching for some friction to relieve the tension. He just chuckled and placed his fingers over your core, slowly caressing it.

“Fuck. You’re soaked, is this all for me?” He said as he kept rubbing over your pussy ever so gently.

“Yes Innie, you’ve got me fucked up.” You say even though you want to run and hide feeling way too exposed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot.” He said as he rubbed himself over his pants, making you notice how hard he was, a very prominent bulge under his jeans.

“Let me take this off, I want to touch you properly.” He said grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling it down your legs as you lifted your hips. He took them off completely and threw them somewhere on the floor. The cold air hitting your center making you close your legs instinctively.

“Don’t be shy now, let me see you.” He said as he gently pried your legs apart massaging your inner thighs. “See, you’re so beautiful, you don’t have to cover yourself with me, you’re safe here.” He said, tears began building up in your eyes yet again. You had never felt so loved and seen, and he’s barely touched you but just this feeling alone was enough to take over the edge. He probably noticed but he didn’t point it out, which was nice of him. He turned his focus back down to your pussy now fully exposed and glistening with arousal. He took his middle finger and slowly made contact and began spreading your juices all over, making your back arch a moan escaping from your lips. 

“Innie, fuck. Please, don’t tease me.” You begged, it had already been way too much foreplay, if he didn’t do something soon you swore you would combust. He did what you asked and began drawing circles over your clit, at first he was a little to the side and for a second you thought this would be like every other guy ever. Oh boy were you wrong, it took him 5 seconds and he adjusted his placement hitting exactly the spot. 

“Oh my, fuck. What the…” You moaned, trying to keep it quiet considering everyone could probably hear you, but you had never felt such pleasure from a mans hand before and it felt heavenly. Only you had made yourself cum but the idea of his fingers pleasing you was very erotic. 

He smiled proudly, knowing he had it in him to be the first to make you come. A title he wanted for himself, a title he was determined to get. Not because he wanted bragging rights, this night was a secret he was taking to the grave, but because he knew he wanted you to feel special and he could do that and that filled him with pride.

“Oh fuck princess, you like that?” He asked, but his question was genuine, not smug, he wanted to know he was doing a good job, he was asking for feedback.

“Yes, Innie. That feels really good.” You said in between moans. Your eyes screwed shut, focused on your orgasm.

“Here princess, look at me.” He said handing you a pillow to put behind your head, propping it up, allowing you a better view between your legs. You doubted it for a second, you would’ve preferred to just shut your eyes and focus on the feeling and nothing else, usually you had to really concentrate. But as soon as you saw the view you knew this was going to get you there a lot faster, his fingers covered in your slick and touching you like that, you felt a rush of excitement shoot through your body. He kept this movement up, not changing a thing, same pressure and speed, hitting the perfect spot every single time, slowly but surely building up your orgasm.

“I want you to focus only on coming, focus on the way my fingers feel touching you.” He said, he clearly noticed the reaction you had when you caught a glimpse of his fingers on your pussy. It was truly a magical view, and it was doing it for you.

“Ok, Innie. This is hot as fuck, I hope you know that.” You reassured him, briefly taking your eyes off your pussy to look him in the eyes. He could tell you to jump of a bridge and you would do it if he looked at you like this, his eyes always tell on him, and this time he felt proud of his work. And that made you even more aroused, the fact he gets off on making you feel pleasure made you hornier in return.

“This is what it feels like to be touched with love, princess.” He said as he kept going, keeping up a steady pace as he saw what you responded to and stuck with it. Smart man. You began to feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach and you almost couldn’t believe it, you had made yourself believe that you were too picky and particular, that no one could make you come, turns out they simply needed to try a little harder and treat you like a human.

“Innie, oh my god, I’m getting close.” You moaned reaching a hand towards him, his free hand intertwined with your fingers, just holding your hand while he kept his movements up.

“Do you still want me to finger you?” He asked, not missing a beat.

“No, keep going just like this, it feels amazing.” You said and he followed your instructions, not changing anything, he could see the orgasm building, he had a goal, and he was not about to let it slip away. The pleasure kept building, that knot still winding. How come no one else has been able to this for you? Are men really that incompetent? Last time the guy was just rubbing your left lip as if he wanted to rub it off.

“Baby, come back here, focus on my fingers.” He noticed your mind drifting away and made sure to ground you before your climax could slip away, so you did as instructed and focused back on his fingers and the way they keep rubbing circles over your bud. “Good girl.” Oh fuck, how does he know every single kink you have? Maybe you’ve told him a couple while drunk but you didn’t think he would remember but he clearly did. Hand kink, praise kink, thigh kink...

“I’m close, fuck, Innie, I’m very close, don’t stop, please.” Your moans now getting a little more breathless, the tension felt like it was about to snap any minute now, and his dirty talk was about to take you over the edge.

“Please Y/N, come for me. I need you to come all over my fingers.” And that was what you needed to let go, your climax came crushing down over you like a wave, no, a tsunami. Something you had never experienced, and you never thought you would, coming by someone else touching you. He kept rubbing circles as he helped you ride out your orgasm.  

“Fuck, oh my god. Innie what the fuck?” You moaned, being quiet now completely out the window. Your legs shaking as he kept rubbing slower circles over your clit, still winding down your climax. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head.

“Oh baby that was really fucking hot. Are you ok?” He asked as his other hand gently caressed your inner thigh, urging you to slowly come back to life after that life changing orgasm. As your breathing steadied you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you trying to figure out if you just had an exorcism or an orgasm, probably both. 

“Yes, you did it Jeongin. Didn’t think you had it in you.” You said with the biggest smile, that was more than just a normal climax, it was healing, healing from all the bad experiences where you felt like you were just a fuck doll to men who couldn’t even bother to try to make it an enjoyable experience for you. Clearly it wasn’t as hard as they had made it out to be because this gorgeous man did it in 10 minutes, and you didn’t have to tell him a thing, he just observed you and made sure you liked it.

“We’re not done yet. I want to taste you.” Your jaw nearly unhinged as it dropped wide open, he leaned down and knelt in front of you. “Sit up princess, I want you to watch me when I eat this pussy.”  He said with zero hesitation, you didn’t think twice and obeyed, but it didn’t feel like an order it felt like it was something he truly wanted.

“You’re insane, I.N.” You said as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and softly made him look at you, the man looked thirsty, like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks and your pussy was the only thing that could quench his thirst. He was irresistible. He looked at up you, yearning. His eyes full of adoration with a hint of fire behind them. You couldn’t help the feelings he was making you feel, that’s when YOU kissed him for the first time, it was real and raw, letting all your emotions out as you did you couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your face. “Thank you, Innie. Truly.” You said pressing your forehead against his. He wiped your tears from your cheeks for the second time today, but this time it was because of happiness.

“You don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve to be treated, I’m sorry that you were made to think this is not the bare minimum. You won’t have to settle for less ever again, I promise.” He said, and it felt like your heart was naked, this is that kind of intimacy that even with full layers of clothing you still feel like you’re completely exposed, the intimacy that only comes from trusting your heart to someone else, not just your body but your heart and soul. You knelt on the ground in front of him and just hugged him, as you allowed all your tears to stream down you face, he held you tightly, like he was trying to piece every broken bit back together with his arm. He held you as long as you wanted, not a single word shared, you didn’t have to say anything, he knew and you knew and that was all that mattered. When you finally decided to pull away, he looked like he was also emotional, the way he felt for others always amazed you, he wasn’t one to cry often but he always cared for other deeply, he had a very kind soul and he was very empathetic. “We can stop here of you want, you’re probably tired.” He said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to do the same. But you didn’t, you had other plans, you stayed there, looking up at him.

“You’re not going anywhere. I want to show you just how thankful I am.” You said as your hands moved to unbuckle his belt, which he allowed this time. But his eyes questioned your intentions., 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, Y/N. I’m happy with taking care of you.” He said, and you believe him, but you had sucked many dicks in your lifetime, it was fair to say you didn’t like it. But this time was different, you wanted it, you craved it, and he also deserved to be treated well.

“I know, but I want to. You also deserve to be taken care of. Let me make you feel good too.” You said smiling as you unzipped his jeans and pulled both the pants and boxers down to his ankles. Holy shit, he was packing. You couldn’t deny that you had noticed he was…well, mm, big. You had caught glimpses of it around the pool or when he wore those damned grey sweats, but now that it was right in front of your face you could tell this was just the right size of big and girth. You had never seen a pretty dick, in fact dicks repulsed you, but this one, this one was pretty, it made you want to kiss it. So you did, you gave it a kiss right on the tip as you shot him a glance. And then it’s when you decided that this night should be about both of you, not just him or you, but the pleasure of both of you combined.

“I need you to tell me what you like, I want to make you feel just as good as you just made me feel.” You said as you undid the clasp of your lacy bra and tossed it to the side, he sure as hell looked like he liked that, his eyebrows shot straight up and he gave you his classic lower lip bite with a smile flashing you his dimples, you all know what face I’m talking about.

You didn’t waste any time and got to work, but it wasn’t hard like other times, this time you didn’t feel like you wanted to throw up every second of it which was a great start. His hands stayed at his sides allowing you to set the pace and depth you felt comfortable with, which made you want to do a good job for him even more. You began licking a strip all the way from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, then you took him in as far as you could when you felt him hit the back of your throat making you gag, so you pulled back. And then down his length again, moans slipped from his lips, it was music to your ears, you could tell he was trying to be quiet, but he was doing a miserable job at it. As you began to set a pace you made a ponytail with your hands and grabbed one of his to hold the hair in place so it wouldn’t get in the way, knowing he wouldn’t push you down more than what you wanted to.

“Fuck princess, I’m not going to last.” Thank god, even though this was very pleasurable for you, in fact it was the only time you enjoyed giving head, it required a lot of concentration to not throw up or gag constantly. But when a man like this is towering over you while he’s got his entire cock stuffing your mouth the gagging isn’t really that big of a deal, his pleasure was the only thing on your mind. His hands never once pushed you or tried to control your movements, so you kept him all the way in just a little longer every time you shoved him in, you could see the way he reacted and how much he enjoyed when you did that but clearly he wasn’t going to ask that of you much less force it.

“Baby, I’m close, where do you want me to cum?” As if he couldn’t get any hotter, he was so respectful he earned the right to come inside your mouth. A respectful man gets the best treatment. So, you didn’t reply, you just looked up at him and took him all the way in, keeping him there. He moaned and his hand tensed around your hair as he tried to pull his hips away, but you didn’t let him you kept him right there, gagging on his dick as he twitched a couple of times.

“I can’t hold it baby, fuck, I’m going to come” You just looked up at him and winked, you knew he wanted you to pull away so he could come somewhere else that wasn’t so intense, but this is how you wanted it you wanted it. More like needed it. In fact, you felt your pussy clenching, arousal dripping down your legs. After a few more seconds he released his load in your mouth, he looked majestic while coming, even with his face contorted with pleasure he looked like a god, slightly hunched over you, legs shaking, groaning and moaning all sorts of names and curse words as he spilled the last of his seed into your mouth.

“Let me bring you a tow-“ He didn’t even get to finish the sentence before you pulled back, looked him dead in the eyes and swallowed all of it. It was just as bad as you remembered but the pleasure it brought him was the only thing you could think about, it reminded you of all the times you had done this while feeling like you simply had to, not something that you had a choice in, this time he gave you the choice to tell him where to come several times but you wanted this as much as he did. His lips parted, half in sheer surprise and half in awe at your boldness.

“You didn’t have to do that for me, princess.” He said caressing your cheek gently.

“I know baby, I wanted to. I wanted to taste you, all of you.” You said as your hand reached for your heat; trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up again, your eyes widened at the sheer wetness in your core. It was dripping all down your legs and on the floor, that had never happened before, most of the times you had to use spit to have sex because you were too dry.

“You should feel just how wet sucking your dick made me.” You said as you stood up and took his arm leading him to touch you, he did as you said and what he felt did not disappoint him.

“Did you really enjoy it that much? You can tell me the truth” He asked as he looked at his soaked fingers, so soaked that when he separated them there was a film of slick between them. 

“Yes Innie, I loved pleasing you.” You said leaning in to kiss him. This time the kiss was just hungry, it felt like he wasn’t being so careful now that this was a two-way thing, not just him doing all the work. “I want us both to enjoy this, not just me.” You said as you tried pushed him onto the bed but he didn’t move a single inch, ugh, hot. Instead, he turned you and pushed you onto the bed climbing on top of you.

“What’s your favorite position, Y/N?” He asked, but you didn’t have an answer, you never enjoyed any position because it was never about your pleasure, it was always about the men.

“I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it.” You admitted, not embarrassment in your tone, more like disappointment that you had never thought about something so basic because these shit men always used you for their own pleasure.

“That’s unacceptable baby, we’re going to find out today.” He said as he pulled away and reached for the box of condoms in a drawer on the nightstand. He pulled one out and quickly put it on. It reminded you of that time you had to beg a guy to put one on, and Jeongin didn’t even ask you. This entire night was making you realize that it really is that simple to treat a woman properly. 

He climbed back on top of you and kissed you, hands exploring every inch of naked skin available, gently and softly, like he didn’t want to break you or hurt you in any way. Groping your breasts, kissing the skin around them, moaning as he sucked on one nipple while he played with the other.

“Let’s try the classics first and then we can get more creative if you want to, ok?” He said as he pulled back and aligned himself at your entrance. He looked at you for approval, you nodded and he pushed in, not too slow, not too fast, just enough for you to let you get used to the stretch first.

“Fuck, Innie.” You moaned right into his ear. Your arms firmly wrapped around his broad shoulders. He groaned in response. “You can move now.” You said after a few seconds, he did as you told him and began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly, watching your face for any indication of pain but it looked like sheer pleasure to him, and sure thing, he made you cockdumb, eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, completely non-verbal. You never had dick like this, never had a man like this, and the feeling was unreal. 

“I’ve dreamed about making love to you more times than you can imagine, Y/N.” He said, confessing yet again his fantasies with you. Nothing quite like feeling wanted and safe while doing something so intimate with someone. 

“Are you making love to me right now?” You asked snapping back into reality at his confession, holding his face in your hands, making him look at you. His eyes met yours. 

“Yes, darling, I told you I was going to show you how love feels like.” He said as he kept grinding his hips into yours, with intent but not hard. Just enough to make you feel every single inch of him. He took the time to kiss you while doing it, to explore your body with care and appreciation, kissing down your chest and down your nipples. Your back arched into him and he slipped his arm under you waist to hold you even closer, you felt an intention of pleasure but it wasn’t enough.

“A little faster please” You asked him, feeling comfortable enough to ask for things you wanted was definitely a new experience.

“Say less. Whatever you want you get.” He said as he sped up a little, he stood up straight now and brought your hips upwards placing a pillow under your lower back.

“Holy fucking shit, Innie.” You moaned, the new angle making your limbs contort in all sorts of ways as the pleasure tore through your body, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to.

“Does that feel good?” He asked even though it came out as a moan when your walls clenched around him, still checking once again that this experience was enjoyable for you as well.

“Yes, oh my god, that’s the spot.” You moaned, back arched but your eyes still fixated on Jeongin and his perfect body, everything about him that you had always found attractive now on display just for you to admire. But he wasn’t lying when he said that he wanted to make you feel good because he took his fingers and began drawing circles over your clit again earning a very loud moan from you as he stimulated the already overstimulated bundle of nerves and he hit that delicious spot inside you at the same time.

“Baby, I love the noises, but we have to keep it down. Do you think you can do that for me?” He asked, his movements remained the same, but he was right, you probably already woke everyone up, the least you could do is try to keep it quiet but it was proving to be a challenge.

“Not when you’re fucking me like this Innie. It feels too good.” You said through gritted teeth, crying out in pleasure.

“C’mon princess, I know you can do it.” He said as his focus turned back in between your legs, he began setting a relentless pace, it was fast but not too fast, it was hard but not too hard, just the perfect mixture for your second orgasm of the night to build in the pit of your stomach, this time it came much faster than the first now that you were fully present in the moment enjoying yourself, without the pressure of your first orgasm with a man. 

“Jeongin, fuck, I’m going to come again.” You said gripping the sheets even tighter if that was possible, your body contorting as the pleasure kept building.

“Shit princess, I’m going to come too, you feel so good.” He said but you didn’t reply, you couldn’t, the pleasure had completely taken over your brain at this point. He kept going for a few seconds before you reached your second climax of the night, this one was even more intense than the first and it also lasted longer, for a second you saw the stars. He also came shortly after you as his hips faltered for the first time, his head thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed. He looked majestic, that afterglow and the sweat covering his honey skin was doing a number on his already breathtaking visuals. He stayed there for a second before leaning down to kiss you.

He had kissed you in my ways throughout the night, but this kiss was different, it was intimate, it had love behind it. It had true, real intimacy. You kissed him back like your life depended on it, never wanting this feeling to go away. You had never had sex like this, never felt loved and cared for the way he just made you feel, you swore you fell in love with the man right then and there.

“Innie…that was incredible.” You whispered smiling, pulling back just enough to look at him in the eyes. Still his eyes remained the same, honest and full of love. “Thank you.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful and one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, you deserve to be treated as such.” He said as he pulled out slowly, taking off the condom and quickly throwing it in the trash can inside his bathroom. You couldn’t help but blush at his comment. The fact that he saw positive things about you so clearly yet you couldn’t was an eye opening thing.

“Thank you for showing me that.” You said as he came back into the room with a wet towel, of course he was the kind of guy to do that. Your reached for it but he took it upon himself to clean you up, ever so gently as to not overstimulate you even further.

“Y/Nnim, can I ask you a question?” He asked as he took the towel back into the bathroom.

“Of course. Ask away?” You said propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” He said, his chin a little low and his eyes giving you that pleading look again. The one you couldn’t resist.

“I would love to stay the night, Innie. There’s nothing I would like more.” You said as he climbed into the bed, this time under the covers. Opening his arms to invite you in, you curled right up to him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body, his hand caressing your arm that was draped over his abs and the other drawing random doodles on your back.

“You should know that this is the first time I’ve made love to someone.” He said, his voice barely audible by the end of the sentence. He couldn’t be any cuter if he tried.

“It’s ok if you have, you had a life before tonight.” You said, but there was a part of you that still wanted to feel special. A part of you that wanted to believe that this experience and the energy shared between both of you was new to him as well.

“I know, but I want you to know that I had never done that before, I’ve never felt something like that in my life. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not about the act, it’s about you and I. Together. We have something special going on here and I don’t want to let you go, ever.” He said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Does that mean we’re together now?” You asked as your heart was pounding out of your chest.

“I would’ve liked to ask you in a more romantic way, but yes, will you be my girlfriend?.” He said, you lifted your head to meet his eyes, glimmering under the dim fairy lights. He looked nervous, like he was taking a huge risk and you had the power to break his heart. But you’d never do that.

your keys barely stop shaking before they slide into the lock and the second you enter your apartment, you kick the door shut behind you with enough force to make the frame rattle. your pulse is loud in your ears, so loud you almost miss the muffled sound of water running deeper inside the apartment. you can smell his familiar scent in the air and it hits you straight in your chest.

no, not in your chest, much lower.

you drop your bag onto the floor without care and start walking, your shoes gone by the second step down the hallway. your fingers are already tugging at your t-shirt, impatient and fast, dragging the fabric over your head so fast it nearly catches on your earrings. your phone slips from your hand onto the sofa somewhere beside you, the screen still glowing with the paused video that ruined the last ten minutes of your commute.

jeongin at the gym, sweating, doing god knows what exercise that was, you don’t even know if there was anything else in that video. he was breathing hard, the black t-shirt he was wearing clinging to him in a way that should honestly be illegal.

that fucking video. 

he had posted it on bubble, saying he had gone with chan to the gym, and it only took a few minutes before everyone else started posting it on twitter, screaming about it and going crazy. and of course, it had reached your timeline too, and the moment you saw it, you had to cross your legs tighter on your seat to not come there and then.

but now, you are finally in your apartment, tearing yourself apart in the hallway like you cannot stand having anything between your skin and his hands for another second.

your jeans hit the floor next, then your underwear and finally your bra. a trail of clothes follows behind you all the way to the bathroom while steam curls through the open door, and the moment you see his silhouette through the glass, your heartbeat turns frantic.

his broad shoulders.

his wet hair as he tilts his head back.

you don’t even knock, and when the shower door slides open, jeongin looks up immediately. his eyes drag down your body, slowly, devouring you already, and his reaction is instant.

“fuck”, he says, and that word alone nearly takes your knees out.

his hands are on your hips before the door fully closes again, gripping hard enough to pull you flush against him, wet skin against wet skin as the water hits your body.

“you ran here or something?”, he says, smirking.

you shake your head once, your fingers already sliding into his damp hair, pushing it back and gripping at the roots while water steams down his face. his eyes flutter for the briefest second at the feeling and he lets a groan leave his lips.

“you saw it, didn’t you?”, he says.

the smirk in his voice makes heat rush straight through you and you glare at him.

“everyone saw it, jeongin”

he laughs under his breath, and looks at you, his eyes dark and teasing.

“you jealous, babe?”

“no”, you answer, though your voice comes out breathless, “just annoyed”

“annoyed?”

“yeah, because people got to look at you before i did”

his grip on your hips tightens and then, everything changes. your back hits the shower wall a second later, making a gasp leave your mouth as jeongin crowds into you completely, already hard and solid and dripping wet. water runs down the sharp line of his jaw, over his throat and across the muscles still tense from the gym, and you swear your brain stops functioning for a second.

“oh really?”, he says, completely teasing you.

but before he can say anything else, you are already kissing him, hard and fast. his mouth opens against yours instantly, one of his hands sliding from your hip up your waist while the other presses against the small of your back, pinning you close enough that you can feel every breath he takes.

your lips clash messily and desperately against each other as you tug at his hair and he groans into your mouth. 

“oh fuck… y/n”, he whispers between kisses, his forehead knocking against yours for a second before he kisses you again, much harder and deeper this time, like he finally understands exactly what kind of mood you walked in carrying.

the exact same mood he had started.

your nails scrape against his scalp and his fingers dig into your hips as water pours endlessly over your bodies. his fingers move and then tighten on your thighs suddenly and before you can even react properly, he lifts you effortlessly. you jump and then you wrap your legs around his waist while his hands hold you there securely, his palms warm and firm against your skin despite the water pouring over both of you.

“jeongin-”

he cuts you off with another kiss, deep and consuming, stealing every coherent thought from your head. your fingers stay tangled in his wet hair while he presses your back against the wall again, pressing you there like he can’t get close enough. every inch of him feels hot against your body, his breathing uneven against your lips every time you pull away for air.

then his mouth leaves yours and a groan slips from you as his kisses drag down your jaw and across your throat. he knows exactly what he’s doing, judging by the way his grip flexes against your thighs when you tilt your head back for him.

“been thinking about this the whole ride home?”, he says against your neck.

you barely manage a shaky nod and a needy whine.

“that video ruined you that bad, huh?”

you pull him back up by his hair just to kiss him again instead of answering and he just groans into your mouth, breathless and just as affected as you are. he breaks the kiss again to drag his mouth down your jaw and throat, sucking hard at the sensitive spot on your neck. a scream tears from your chest when he bites down there and then soothes the sting with his tongue. 

his lips keep moving lower and lower, licking at the water beading on your collarbone and your chest until he starts sucking your nipple, his tongue flicking against it. you arch into him as your hips grind against his stomach where his cock is trapped between your bodies, thick and heavy.

you can’t take it anymore.

your hand slides from his hair to his jaw, forcing his face up and you crash your lips back into his. as you kiss, you reach down between your bodies and your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. 

he hisses into your mouth as his hips jerk forward and then, you line him up with your entrance and he pushes inside you in one thrust. you both let out a broken and loud moan that melds into the other’s mouth. your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut as he stays there for a moment, letting you adjust.

“move”, you whisper when you’re ready, your voice cracking, “please, m-move”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

he pulls out slowly, agonisingly slow, until only the tip remains and then he slams back in hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. a cry escapes you, your legs tightening around his waist as he starts moving faster and your moans turn into broken screams of his name.

“y/n… fuck, you feel so good”

his mouth is everywhere - on your neck as he sucks bruises into your skin, on your chest as he bites your breasts, on your ears as he bites and licks, on your lips as he swallows your whimpers. your fingers move to his hair again where they stay buried as you try to tug him and pull him even closer to you, even if that’s not possible. 

the pressure inside you keeps building and you can feel him getting closer too, his rhythm getting sloppier and his breath turning into ragged gasps against your throat.

“fuck- y/n, i- i’m close”, he grunts, his forehead against yours now.

“m-me too”, you manage to say between moans.

he kisses you again, deep and messy, and that’s what makes you finally break. your orgasm hits you like a wave crashing through you, your walls clenching around him as you moan against his mouth. he follows you a second later, his groan vibrating against your lips as he comes inside you, his cum spilling hot and thick, filling you as the water washes over both of you. 

for a long moment afterwards, neither of you moves and the only sound left in the bathroom is the shower running and both of you trying to catch your breath. jeongin moves his forehead to your shoulder, still holding you up effortlessly while his fingers trace lazy patterns along your thighs now instead of gripping hard.

you laugh quietly first, completely breathless.

“this is your fault”, you say laughing.

he lifts his head just enough to look at you, his damp hair stuck to his forehead and his lips completely swollen from kissing you.

“my fault?”, he asks you innocently.

“you knew exactly what you were doing with that video”

a grin spreads slowly across his face. 

“maybe”

you stare at him for a moment before you groan and hide your face against his shoulder, making him laugh properly this time. then his hands slide up your back gently, completely different now to the way he was holding you mere minutes ago. 

“you still annoyed, babe?”, he asks you.

you pull back just enough to narrow your eyes at him, “very much”

he smiles and then moves to kiss you again, slower this time.

“good”, he whispers against your lips.

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your keys barely stop shaking before they slide into the lock and the second you enter your apartment, you kick the door shut behind you with enough force to make the frame rattle. your pulse is loud in your ears, so loud you almost miss the muffled sound of water running deeper inside the apartment. you can smell his familiar scent in the air and it hits you straight in your chest.

no, not in your chest, much lower.

you drop your bag onto the floor without care and start walking, your shoes gone by the second step down the hallway. your fingers are already tugging at your t-shirt, impatient and fast, dragging the fabric over your head so fast it nearly catches on your earrings. your phone slips from your hand onto the sofa somewhere beside you, the screen still glowing with the paused video that ruined the last ten minutes of your commute.

jeongin at the gym, sweating, doing god knows what exercise that was, you don’t even know if there was anything else in that video. he was breathing hard, the black t-shirt he was wearing clinging to him in a way that should honestly be illegal.

that fucking video. 

he had posted it on bubble, saying he had gone with chan to the gym, and it only took a few minutes before everyone else started posting it on twitter, screaming about it and going crazy. and of course, it had reached your timeline too, and the moment you saw it, you had to cross your legs tighter on your seat to not come there and then.

but now, you are finally in your apartment, tearing yourself apart in the hallway like you cannot stand having anything between your skin and his hands for another second.

your jeans hit the floor next, then your underwear and finally your bra. a trail of clothes follows behind you all the way to the bathroom while steam curls through the open door, and the moment you see his silhouette through the glass, your heartbeat turns frantic.

his broad shoulders.

his wet hair as he tilts his head back.

you don’t even knock, and when the shower door slides open, jeongin looks up immediately. his eyes drag down your body, slowly, devouring you already, and his reaction is instant.

“fuck”, he says, and that word alone nearly takes your knees out.

his hands are on your hips before the door fully closes again, gripping hard enough to pull you flush against him, wet skin against wet skin as the water hits your body.

“you ran here or something?”, he says, smirking.

you shake your head once, your fingers already sliding into his damp hair, pushing it back and gripping at the roots while water steams down his face. his eyes flutter for the briefest second at the feeling and he lets a groan leave his lips.

“you saw it, didn’t you?”, he says.

the smirk in his voice makes heat rush straight through you and you glare at him.

“everyone saw it, jeongin”

he laughs under his breath, and looks at you, his eyes dark and teasing.

“you jealous, babe?”

“no”, you answer, though your voice comes out breathless, “just annoyed”

“annoyed?”

“yeah, because people got to look at you before i did”

his grip on your hips tightens and then, everything changes. your back hits the shower wall a second later, making a gasp leave your mouth as jeongin crowds into you completely, already hard and solid and dripping wet. water runs down the sharp line of his jaw, over his throat and across the muscles still tense from the gym, and you swear your brain stops functioning for a second.

“oh really?”, he says, completely teasing you.

but before he can say anything else, you are already kissing him, hard and fast. his mouth opens against yours instantly, one of his hands sliding from your hip up your waist while the other presses against the small of your back, pinning you close enough that you can feel every breath he takes.

your lips clash messily and desperately against each other as you tug at his hair and he groans into your mouth. 

“oh fuck… y/n”, he whispers between kisses, his forehead knocking against yours for a second before he kisses you again, much harder and deeper this time, like he finally understands exactly what kind of mood you walked in carrying.

the exact same mood he had started.

your nails scrape against his scalp and his fingers dig into your hips as water pours endlessly over your bodies. his fingers move and then tighten on your thighs suddenly and before you can even react properly, he lifts you effortlessly. you jump and then you wrap your legs around his waist while his hands hold you there securely, his palms warm and firm against your skin despite the water pouring over both of you.

“jeongin-”

he cuts you off with another kiss, deep and consuming, stealing every coherent thought from your head. your fingers stay tangled in his wet hair while he presses your back against the wall again, pressing you there like he can’t get close enough. every inch of him feels hot against your body, his breathing uneven against your lips every time you pull away for air.

then his mouth leaves yours and a groan slips from you as his kisses drag down your jaw and across your throat. he knows exactly what he’s doing, judging by the way his grip flexes against your thighs when you tilt your head back for him.

“been thinking about this the whole ride home?”, he says against your neck.

you barely manage a shaky nod and a needy whine.

“that video ruined you that bad, huh?”

you pull him back up by his hair just to kiss him again instead of answering and he just groans into your mouth, breathless and just as affected as you are. he breaks the kiss again to drag his mouth down your jaw and throat, sucking hard at the sensitive spot on your neck. a scream tears from your chest when he bites down there and then soothes the sting with his tongue. 

his lips keep moving lower and lower, licking at the water beading on your collarbone and your chest until he starts sucking your nipple, his tongue flicking against it. you arch into him as your hips grind against his stomach where his cock is trapped between your bodies, thick and heavy.

you can’t take it anymore.

your hand slides from his hair to his jaw, forcing his face up and you crash your lips back into his. as you kiss, you reach down between your bodies and your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. 

he hisses into your mouth as his hips jerk forward and then, you line him up with your entrance and he pushes inside you in one thrust. you both let out a broken and loud moan that melds into the other’s mouth. your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut as he stays there for a moment, letting you adjust.

“move”, you whisper when you’re ready, your voice cracking, “please, m-move”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

he pulls out slowly, agonisingly slow, until only the tip remains and then he slams back in hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. a cry escapes you, your legs tightening around his waist as he starts moving faster and your moans turn into broken screams of his name.

“y/n… fuck, you feel so good”

his mouth is everywhere - on your neck as he sucks bruises into your skin, on your chest as he bites your breasts, on your ears as he bites and licks, on your lips as he swallows your whimpers. your fingers move to his hair again where they stay buried as you try to tug him and pull him even closer to you, even if that’s not possible. 

the pressure inside you keeps building and you can feel him getting closer too, his rhythm getting sloppier and his breath turning into ragged gasps against your throat.

“fuck- y/n, i- i’m close”, he grunts, his forehead against yours now.

“m-me too”, you manage to say between moans.

he kisses you again, deep and messy, and that’s what makes you finally break. your orgasm hits you like a wave crashing through you, your walls clenching around him as you moan against his mouth. he follows you a second later, his groan vibrating against your lips as he comes inside you, his cum spilling hot and thick, filling you as the water washes over both of you. 

for a long moment afterwards, neither of you moves and the only sound left in the bathroom is the shower running and both of you trying to catch your breath. jeongin moves his forehead to your shoulder, still holding you up effortlessly while his fingers trace lazy patterns along your thighs now instead of gripping hard.

you laugh quietly first, completely breathless.

“this is your fault”, you say laughing.

he lifts his head just enough to look at you, his damp hair stuck to his forehead and his lips completely swollen from kissing you.

“my fault?”, he asks you innocently.

“you knew exactly what you were doing with that video”

a grin spreads slowly across his face. 

“maybe”

you stare at him for a moment before you groan and hide your face against his shoulder, making him laugh properly this time. then his hands slide up your back gently, completely different now to the way he was holding you mere minutes ago. 

“you still annoyed, babe?”, he asks you.

you pull back just enough to narrow your eyes at him, “very much”

he smiles and then moves to kiss you again, slower this time.

“good”, he whispers against your lips.

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: ̗̀➛ warnings: harddom!seungmin, sub!reader, consented infidelity, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degradation (again ik) threesome themes, getting caught

you knocked once.

the door opened before your knuckles even pulled back.

felix stood in the doorway wearing a white silk button-up. the top two buttons were undone and his hair was swept back in a way that made you want to scream into a pillow. or maybe into his pillow.

“hi,” he said, smile all sunshine-warm.

“hi.” you said, before kissing him lightly “i missed you,” you murmured.

“you saw me yesterday, baby.”

“and?”

felix grinned. “i missed you more.”

he stepped aside so you could slip inside.

normally, he’d pick you up for dates. always showing up at your door, walking you to the car like he was escorting you to prom. but tonight’s dinner spot was closer to his place than yours, so it made more sense for you to come here.

but you weren’t mad about it.

there was something about walking into his space that made you feel like you belonged there. your toothbrush could be in his cup and your hoodie could be on his chair and it wouldn’t be weird at all.

“you look beautiful, angel,” felix said in his deep voice that always made you melt a little in the knees.

you leaned in, fingers smoothing over the front of his shirt, flattening a wrinkle that didn’t really need fixing.

“and you look handsome,”

felix leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “i’m gonna grab a few more things and then we’ll go, okay?”

you nodded as he padded down the hallway, disappearing into his room. you stayed by the door, fidgeting with your dress, a smile still ghosting across your lips—until you heard a voice.

muffled, but sharp. coming from the living room.

you turned, stepping lightly until seungmin came into view. he was half-slouched against the edge of the couch, phone to his ear, brows drawn in the pinch he wore when he was trying very hard not to care about something that was obviously bothering him.

“i told you i didn’t want that. from the beginning. don’t act surprised now.”

there was a pause. a sharp sigh.

then, “alright. goodbye.”

he hung up and stood still for a second, shoulders rigid.

then he turned and nearly jumped when he saw you standing there.

you raised an eyebrow. “you good?”

“peachy,” he muttered, slipping his phone into the pocket of his hoodie as he stepped toward the entryway.

you tilted your head, watching him reach for his sneakers. “you’re going out?”

“apparently i'm emotionally unavailable and it's suddenly a crime to not want commitment,” seungmin said dryly, crouching down to tie his laces. “so i thought i’d go for a walk.”

you blinked. “that didn’t sound like a walk kind of phone call.”

“it’s either that or drink half a bottle of soju and regret spending that night with her.”

her?

“maybe if you stopped fucking around with people, you wouldn’t have to walk it off every time one of them gets feelings.” you said, leaning against the wall with a shit-eating grin. 

he stood up slowly, brushing imaginary lint from his hoodie. “is there a reason you’re always in my business?”

“is there a reason your business is always messy?”

just as he was about to reply, felix came around the corner, adjusting the watch on his wrist.

“ready to go, love?” he said, stepping beside you.

“she’s bullying me,” seungmin muttered, pulling his coat on.

“sorry,” you teased.

he rolled his eyes but there was smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “i’ll live,” he muttered, zipping his coat up. 

as you stepped into your shoes, felix held the door open for both you and seungmin.

felix locked the door behind the three of you. “you going far?” he said to seungmin.

“just around,” seungmin said as he paused at the edge of the sidewalk and shoved his hands into his pockets. “have a good night, you two.”

felix gave him a warm nod. “bye, min.”

you lingered for a second, eyes meeting seungmin’s just as he glanced at you. you watched him for a beat, the curve of his shoulders as he turned away to walk. he didn’t look back.

felix’s fingers slipped between yours.

you turned to him, and without a word, he lifted his eyebrows slightly.

shall we?

you smiled, breath curling in the cold air. 

“we shall.”

clink.

your glasses touched with a soft chime, the candlelight bouncing off the rims and catching in felix’s eyes. you took a sip of your wine then set your glass down and reached across the table for his hand.

felix's fingers curled around yours instantly, thumb brushing soft circles into your skin.

his rings caught the candlelight, the silver warm with reflected gold.

and maybe it was the wine.

or the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

but your mind wandered—back to that night. that split-second where he paused, where his hands tightened on your hips and everything shifted. you remembered the tension that flared the moment seungmin slipped into the room even if it wasn't physically.

you still didn’t know what kind of tension it was. good or bad. angry with or without jealousy. felix lived in that gray space.

all you knew was that it made him touch you like he’d never get the chance again. all the memories rushed through you like heat. the way felix had grabbed your wrists, when his breath had gone rough and uneven, his voice had dropped.

your thighs pressed together under the table. god, why are you thinking about this?

“felix,” you said quietly.

he looked up instantly.

“yes, love?” he asked, voice soft.

you opened your mouth, but you weren’t sure what you meant to say. his calm gaze stayed on you, but his fingers didn’t stop drawing circles across the back of your hand.

you hesitated. “does it bother you?”

“what?” he said. 

you glanced down at your joined hands, your voice barely above the soft clink of cutlery.

“i just mean… seungmin. and i know we bicker.” you swallowed. “i just… i don’t know. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it after that night with you.”

there. you said it.

not the full thing. but felix would get it. he's felix.

“i don’t know if you seemed bothered by it,” you said quietly. “or if you were just talking about seungmin in the moment. as part of the, you know… act.”

felix didn’t speak and he stilled. your heart sank just a little.

“but just so you know, seungmin and i spoke to each other the next morning.” you added quickly. “trust me, there is nothing you should be worried about. he told me that himself.”

felix stayed silent.

his eyes didn’t leave yours, but he didn’t nod. didn’t speak either. why was he being quiet!

all of the sudden, he let out a soft laugh under his breath.

you looked up fast. “why are you laughing?”

he leaned in a little, lips tilted in a warm smile.

“y/n.”

“mhm?” you swallowed nervously.

his eyes searched yours.

“you know i have every reason to be worried, right?”

your breath hitched, but he shook his head, just once.

“it’s okay,” he said softly. “i’m not mad.” he never is.

he let his thumb drag across your knuckles again. 

“but you have to stop pretending,” felix murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “that seungmin doesn’t want you.”

your heart stumbled. “what?”

felix looked up at you with softness that hurt more than it helped.

“y/n,” he said, patient but firm. “come on.”

you blinked, hard. “he doesn’t,” you said immediately, waving your hand. “seungmin doesn’t want people. you’ve seen him—he barely tolerates women unless they’re his mom or his sister.”

“or you.” felix added.

you stared at him, throat tight. “this is crazy.”

felix watched you closely. and you hated the part of you that wasn’t sure if you were trying to convince him. or yourself.

“is it?”

you sighed, letting go of his hand. “look. i’ll admit there’s something between us. okay? a pull, maybe. i don’t know. but seungmin? he’d never admit that. not to me, not to you, not to anyone. he doesn’t do that.”

felix’s smile returned then. “doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“felix,” you said gently, “he actively looks like he wants to jump into traffic when i talk to him.”

his voice was quiet, but too clear. “and he also actively looks at you like he wants to fuck you.”

your eyes widened. you immediately looked around the restaurant. candlelit tables. a couple two seats over. someone’s mom having a birthday behind you. there are too many people in this room for him to talk like that. you leaned in fast. 

“he’s too blunt,” you said, voice lower. “also stubborn. i could show up naked and he’d probably throw a blanket at me and tell me to get therapy.”

felix tilted his head. “wanna bet?”

the word made something stutter in your chest.

your mind pulled back, flashing through another bet.

your heart skipped. “what kind of bet?”

felix sat back slightly, “you push. just a little. if he cracks, i win.”

you stared. “and if he doesn’t?”

“then you were right,” he said simply. “and i’ll never bring it up again. either way, you’ll still get what you want. you wouldn’t mind the prize of losing either.”

your brow creased. “which is…?”

felix’s thumb brushed slow over your knuckles. his gaze didn’t waver.

“to fuck him.”

your heart lurched so hard you swore the wine in your glass rippled. your mouth opened—some reflexive denial hanging on the tip of your tongue—but nothing came out.

you went silent.

this was fucking wrong.

“i know it,” he said gently. “you won’t say it. you won’t even admit it to yourself. but it’s there. i see it, angel.”

your skin was suddenly hot. you never wanted to admit it fully. but the second felix had said it, something inside you had twisted tight, like your body had been holding the truth longer than your mouth could.

you wanted to see seungmin lose control. just once. wanted to know how he’d sound when he cracked. wanted to know how far felix would let this go.

you already knew the answer. as far as you wanted. because felix would never say no.

he leaned in closer, voice barely above the ambient hum of the restaurant.

“and you know i’ll give you anything you want,” he murmured. “like always. right?”

you swallowed hard.

your brows pulled together. “well, what do you get out of it?”

felix tilted his head, fingers brushing gently over the top of your hand.

“seeing you happy.”

he meant it. that was the problem. he always did.

“how can you be okay with this?” you asked, voice shaking.

felix didn’t answer right away.

instead, he reached across the table and gently took both of your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your skin like it was delicate, precious, breakable.

“angel,” he said, voice low, “look at me.”

you did.

“i trust you,” he said. “so much.”

your throat tightened.

“whatever happens,” he continued, “whatever this is, i trust you.”

his hands squeezed yours gently, like he could feel the shake in your bones even if you weren’t showing it.

you really loved him.

it hit you all over again, how good he was, how he held you like you were the only person in the room, even when you were confessing something that should’ve ruined everything.

“i love you,” you whispered, because there was nothing else left to say. “you can trust me.”

felix smiled, eyes softening, voice barely above a breath.

“i know,” he said. “i love you too.”

then, with a small smile, you reached for your glass. “it’s settled.”

felix followed, his fingers brushing yours as he lifted his.

another soft clink echoed between you.

that evening, after the bet was sealed, you and felix spent the rest of dinner going over the rules. his terms were pretty thoughtful and complex. seungmin’s bet had been simple. blunt. a single dare and a deadline.

exactly like the two of them.

felix often thought in layers while seungmin struck straight at the center.

sixty bucks was on the line—same amount as last time, because felix was sentimental like that. 

the rule was that once seungmin kisses you, it’s over. that was the clear marker. if seungmin’s mouth touched yours with intention, felix won.

you had three days to get seungmin to crack.

three days to find out if felix was right.

the next day, you were at dance practice, watching felix from the couch like you always did when you had a free hour and he didn’t.

he loved it when you were there. said it made him more focused. you weren’t sure about all that, cause you knew his eyes flicked to you between sets.

after an hour of relentless choreography, felix finally stepped off the floor, tugging his hoodie off his head and shaking out his hair.

he slumped onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh and dropped his head back against the cushion, breathing hard, chest rising under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“dead,” he muttered.

you turned toward him, trying not to be affected by the way his collar was stretched slightly.

“you look it,” you said.

felix cracked one eye open. “compliment me better.”

“you look hot,” you replied, immediate. then, with a mischevious smile: “literally.”

he smiled. “that’ll do.”

felix laced his fingers with yours.

“you ready?” he asked, voice breathy.

your gaze flicked—just for a second—toward the door.

that had been the plan. after his practice, you’d head down the hall. seungmin’s favourite studio was three doors over.

he squeezed your hand. “you still wanna do this?”

you looked at him. 

he was holding you like you weren’t about to walk away from him for another guy—for a bet. and still, he smiled like he wasn’t scared.

you nodded. “yeah.”

felix grinned, eyes crinkling as he leaned in and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your mouth.

“for luck,” he murmured, lips over yours.

you smiled one last time and then stood up. your heart was already racing as you opened the door. you slipped out into the hallway, trying not to let your nerves catch up with you.

the quiet between studios was broken only by the occasional echo of music behind thick doors and the soft hum of air conditioning overhead. you walked slowly down the hallway until you found it.

the recording studio.

the light above the door was red. he was in there.

you hesitated for half a second, then raised your hand and knocked. just twice. soft.

after a moment, the door cracked open, and there he was.

hoodie sleeves shoved up, earbuds still dangling around his neck. the second he saw you, his entire body stilled.

“oh no,” he said teasingly, as he lifted his head up.

you smiled. cheeky. 

“hi, seungmin.”

he stared at you like you were a walking hazard.

“what do you want?”

you slipped past him without answering, stepping into the small room like you owned it. dimmed lights. mic still set up.

“felix is too busy right now,” you said, casually wandering over to the console. you didn’t look at him when you said it, running your fingers lightly along the edge of the desk. “so i thought i’d come by.”

seungmin raised an eyebrow, still standing near the door like he hadn’t decided if he was letting this happen.

“does he know you’re here?” he asked.

you glanced over your shoulder. “does it matter?”

that earned a reaction. he let out a quiet scoff and looked away, smiling to himself like he couldn’t help it.

“i can leave,” you said, feigning politeness. “if you’re busy too.”

you already knew what the answer would be. he’d never tell you to leave. not when he didn’t know what you were doing and he wanted to know.

“you’re fine here,” he said after a beat, tone unreadable.

you nodded once and walked toward the small couch in the corner, dropping into it and tucking your legs up underneath you.

seungmin had settled in by the console again, clicking through takes with indifference. his eyes flicked to the screen, then briefly to you.

you asked, “whatcha working on?”

seungmin didn’t look up from the monitor. “something you wouldn’t understand.”

the harsh words came out him automatically like muscle memory.

he waited for the usual jab you always threw back at him. his lips even curled slightly, like he was preparing for you to bite. but you didn’t.

you just hummed lightly. “still sounds good from here.”

he paused.

you saw a faint flicker of confusion that passed over his face like a shadow. his hands stilled over the keyboard. then he exhaled through his nose, trying to brush it off.

“it’s a demo,” he said, eyes fixed on the monitor again. “one of my solo things. chan and i are piecing it together soon.”

you leaned your cheek into your palm, voice still soft. “that’s cool. i didn’t know you wrote on your own.”

“don’t get too impressed,” he muttered with a tune at the end.

you smiled. “wanna play it for me?”

he stared at you for a beat longer, then clicked something on the keyboard. the track played. clean vocals layered over a slow beat.

you listened. 

when the first verse faded out, he clicked the spacebar and glanced at you again.

“i like it,” you said with a sweet smile. “you’re good at what you do.”

“great,” he sighed, lips twitching. “now i need to rewrite the whole thing.”

you laughed.

seungmin narrowed his eyes slightly, gaze flicking over your face like he was dissecting something. then—

“you hit your head on the way here or something?”

you blinked at him, all faux innocence. “why?”

seungmin narrowed his eyes. “because you’re being… nice.”

you tilted your head. “i’m always nice.”

“no, you’re not,” he said flatly, like it was fact. “you’re annoying and opinionated and loud.”

you tilted your head, pretending you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“and you’re giving me those eyes,” he said flatly.

you blinked. “what eyes?”

he turned in his chair to face you more fully, elbow propped against the armrest.

“the ones you give felix,” he said.

your lips parted slightly. 

you blinked once. then, carefully: “i look at felix many ways.”

seungmin let out a soft scoff. “you know what i’m talking about.”

for a second, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. his eyes stayed fixed on you.

“you must want something pretty bad to come here like this.” he murmured.

you hadn’t even noticed when the space between you shrank as he rolled his chair over to you. you could pretend nothing changed. there was still distance. technically.

but the position was questionable. he was leaned back in his chair like he wasn’t doing anything at all—but his legs were spread just enough to keep yours boxed in between them.

you glanced at the door to remember why you were here. seungmin’s gaze tracked yours before turning to look at you again.

then, gently, he nudged your knee with his. it was barely a touch but it sent a shiver straight up your spine. seungmin didn’t touch you. not ever, for obvious reasons. but now he had.

his voice was low. “what is it that you want?”

you met his gaze. let the silence stretch for one second. two.

then you leaned forward.

your fingers found the edge of his sleeve. you brushed lightly against his forearm, right where it met the crook of his elbow.

“i thought it would help,” you said. “making felix snap. hearing him talk like that. letting him… do those things.”

your eyes flicked up to meet his.

“maybe it wasn’t him i needed to hear it from.” you whispered. 

seungmin smiled. a little too calm. he reached out and took your wrist. 

“you’re sick,” he said, voice like silk wrapped around a knife.

and then, still watching you, he slid your hand off his arm and set it down on your lap.

“don’t do that,” you said, voice rising a little. “don’t act like this is nothing.”

seungmin didn’t flinch.

“you and i…” you started again, slower, willing him to look at you and hear it the way you meant it. “there’s something here.”

he just nodded. once. small.

“i know,” he said simply.

you froze.

that wasn’t the answer you were ready for.

you opened your mouth but nothing came out. because what the hell were you supposed to say to that?

and then he turned away.

“i think you should leave, y/n.”

your chest pulled tight. “what?”

his back was to you now, already returning to the console, like the entire conversation had just been a brief distraction between takes.

“i have a bridge to finish,” he said. 

you exhaled slowly. a soft, frustrated sound that barely made it to him.

then you stood. your feet felt heavy. you couldn’t do it. not this time.

you reached the door, hand on the knob and paused.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, seungmin.”

he didn’t answer.

the next day came slower than it should have.

not only did time dragged but your thoughts did too. through every errand, every moment you found yourself alone.

maybe he really won’t crack.

it wouldn’t be the worst thing.

you were the one who bet against the possibility. you’d get your sixty bucks for the second time, felix would wrap his arms around you and say something like, “guess i was wrong, huh?”—and he’d mean it softly, not bitterly. you’d curl into him and pretend this whole thing didn’t matter. like it wasn’t keeping you up at night.

it wouldn’t hurt too much.

but if it had just been about winning, you wouldn’t be thinking about the way he looked at you yesterday when you were speaking to him. you wouldn’t be remembering the way he’d leaned forward, getting closer than he's ever been.

your phone buzzed beside you. tonight’s plan was rolling.

felix: seungmin told me he’s on his way home. you’ve got him alone for at least an hour. you got this angel.

not even five minutes later, you heard the sound of the door unlocking.

your heart jumped immediately.

you straightened on the couch, as you heard the shuffle of seungmin’s footsteps.

“y/n?”

you turned, casually like you hadn’t been listening for it all day.

“hi,” you said, voice light. innocent.

he blinked at you from the entrance. hair a little messy like he’d run his hands through it too many times. 

“you’re here,” he said flatly.

you nodded, tucking your legs a little closer into the couch. “felix said i could stay until he got back. hope that’s okay.”

“yeah,” seungmin muttered, voice low as he stepped further into the room. “of course.”

he didn’t look at you. just dropped his bag near the door, kicked off his shoes, and made his way to the couch. he collapsed on the opposite end of where you were sitting. he threw his head back against the cushion, long legs spread carelessly in front of him.

you went quiet for a second as your eyes trailed his body. from the visible bulge outlined by his grey sweatpants to the thin layer of sweat on his neck. you watched the way his chest rose and fell. the faint crease between his brows that hadn’t eased since he walked in.

“…are you okay?” you asked.

he didn’t answer right away but reached up and dragged a hand over his face, fingers pressing into his eyes like he could scrub out the entire day.

“no.”

you blinked. that was rare. seungmin didn't do no. he didn't do honest.

you shifted toward him slightly. “do you wanna talk about it?”

“no.”

okay, so not that honest.

you waited. you knew he’d bite eventually.

and sure enough, a few seconds later:

“am i manipulative?” he asked, bluntly. 

you hesitated. “i… don’t think so?”

he didn’t look convinced.

“i showed up to fuck, and she started talking about feelings again. i said i didn’t want that, and she said i’d led her on and manipulated her into wanting more.” he said. 

that woman. the one you’d overheard him arguing with the other night.

“i said i didn’t want that from the start,” he said, sharp now. “i never promised anything.”

he was staring at you—jaw set, eyes sharp—and something in the way his hands twitched told you he was barely holding himself together.

and maybe it was awful, maybe it made you just a little bit cruel, but he so looked good like this.

you’d always known seungmin was attractive. he wasn't the type to flaunt it. he was always so composed. always in control.

but now?

now he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.

and your stomach flipped at the thought that maybe—just maybe—you wouldn’t mind being the thing he lost it on.

“that’s not manipulative. you were clear.”

he scoffed, dry and bitter. “yeah, well, apparently that makes me an asshole.”

“only to people who think they can change your mind.”

his jaw twitched. 

“i think,” you said carefully, eyes trained on the tension in his fingers, “you need someone who respects that you don’t want any strings attached.”

once he heard your words, he turned to face you fully, his upper body propped up on his arm that somehow ended up behind your head.

he’s going to crack tonight.

he was too wound up from whatever that argument was. he hadn’t even gotten the sex he wanted, and now all that leftover tension was sitting under his skin, burning holes through his composure.

and you were right here, saying the exact things he didn’t know he wanted to hear.

his eyes flicked down your face, landing on your mouth for just a second too long. he was simmering. mad. worked up. and probably half-hard just from frustration alone.

“you’re good at pretending you can handle things,” he said. “but i don’t think you really know what you’re doing.”

“then show me.”

his jaw flexed, like he was trying to bite down the part of him that wanted to respond.

you reached out and placed your hand on his chest, right over the thin fabric of his shirt. he sucked in a breath so sharp you felt it beneath your palm. his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, jaw clenched like he was trying not to let it show how much that one touch rattled him.

but it did.

you were doing something to him.

he opened his eyes again. his hand lifted and curled around the back of your neck. his gaze dropped to your lips.

then back up.

he was going to kiss you.

he leaned in closer until your noses almost brushed, until you could feel the heat of his mouth hovering a breath away from yours. your lips parted. your pulse screamed.

he stopped.

“we can’t,” he muttered, low and strained.

you blinked, confusion punching through your haze. “what?”

“we can’t,” he said again, eyes locked on yours like he needed you to believe him. “you’ll regret it.”

frustration surged in your chest. you could see it—he wanted this. he wanted you.

you climbed into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him. his breath hitched immediately.

“then stop me,” you whispered, cupping his face gently. “tell me you don’t want this.”

his eyes darted across your face.

“you can’t,” you added, voice barely above a breath. “because you do.”

his gaze didn’t leave yours, but now it was mirroring his internal conflict.

“i’m not doing that to felix,” he said finally, voice low and tight. 

when the words dawned on you, you held back a little. not because he was rejecting you but because you knew he meant it. because even like this—left frustrated, horny, with your body pressed against his—he still respected his best friend too much to cross the line.

if only he knew this was a bet made by said best friend. 

your fingers slipped from his face, settling against the base of his throat instead, your thumbs resting gently there as you searched his expression.

“what if…” you started carefully, “what if it wasn’t felix?”

his brows lifted just barely. “then you wouldn’t have to try so hard.”

you blinked.

you stared at him for a long beat. at the lips you wanted. the eyes you couldn’t read. his heart was thudding beneath your palm, loud and uneven. just like yours.

“i won’t tell him,” seungmin said quietly. “this stays between us.”

“you won’t?”

“no.” he shook his head, gaze steady. “but if you do this again…if you get this close again, i won’t be able to hold back.”

you were fine with that.

you had one night left.

one night before the bet ended. before sixty bucks went into your hands. before you were supposed to laugh it all off and say well, that was fun after having failed to seduce kim seungmin.

you didn’t care about the bet anymore.

you hadn’t for a while.

you wanted seungmin to crack.

tonight was your last shot.

this time, you went straight to the dorm.

you knocked once. it was late and you didn’t even have a plan. you hadn’t even told felix about this yet, which felt like a bad sign.

the door creaked open.

seungmin's hair was slightly wet, still towel-draped across his shoulders. a muted blue t-shirt clinging a little at the collar, grey sweats riding low. his eyes swept over you once. then again, slower. then he leaned against the frame like he was already tired of whatever this was.

“felix isn’t here,” he said flatly.

he knew what you were here for.

“but he will be,” seungmin said eventually, to warn you. or warn himself. “you should come back later,” 

his voice didn’t match the words. he looking at you a little too yearningly for someone who supposedly wanted you gone.

sure enough, he stepped back.

you stepped in.

you heard the soft thud of the door clicking shut behind you, and you were a couple inches away from him now.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

“does felix know you’re here?”

the same question as last time.

and before you could even open your mouth to throw up a dodge, he added—“don’t give me that evasive shit again.”

you froze.

you exhaled, voice small. “no.”

seungmin's jaw clenched. he nodded like he’d known the answer already and just needed you to confirm it. 

“right,” he muttered.

and then he reached for his phone.

you reacted instantly.

your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he could unlock the screen.

“wait.”

seungmin stilled. his thumb hovered over the button. his gaze didn’t lift. “i’m gonna call him.”

“no,” you said, fast, breath catching. “don’t.”

your fingers curled around his wrist, tight.

“i love felix,” you said suddenly.

seungmin blinked, something in his face tightening like he hadn’t expected that. he didn’t know what you were about to do with it.

you didn’t either.

“i do,” you repeated, like you were trying to convince yourself. “he’s good to me. sweet. kind.”

seungmin stayed quiet.

“but you,” you said. “i hate the way you look at me. i hate the way you're talk to me like i’m a child who doesn’t know what she wants.” you took a step closer, your voice low now. “but maybe you were right.”

seungmin didn’t flinch.

“maybe i am sick,” you said. “because felix is perfect. he's soft, patient, he's sweet. but that’s why i’m here again. maybe i don’t want sweet right now,” you whispered. “maybe i need someone who can ruin me a little.”

his breath hitched.

“why do you think i enjoyed it so much,” you murmured, eyes locked on his, “when felix was mean to me that night?”

seungmin’s gaze sharpened.

“you think that’s something to be proud of?” seungmin said, voice low, biting.

and you stepped back on instinct until your spine hit the wall with a soft thud.

his eyes were burning into you now.

“you’re pathetic,” he muttered. “you show up here, say you love him, say you hate me, and now you want what—pity? attention? to get fucked by the guy you can’t stop pushing?”

you didn’t flinch. just tilted your chin up, gaze steady. you smiled. you knew exactly which wire you’d just cut, and hearing the bomb tick faster.

because seungmin had already cracked.

the second his composure slipped, you knew.

his chest rose and fell fast.

“well if you’re so mad at me,” you said, voice quiet and pointed, “but you keep stepping closer and closer, isn’t that a little…”

you tilted your head, still smiling.

“manipulative?"

the next thing you knew, seungmin surged forward, his mouth crashing into yours without warning. the kiss was messy and you gasped into it, breath catching in your throat as his hand tangled in your hair and pulled.

you’d done it.

even if you lost the sixty bucks, this was what you wanted.

him, like this.

you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, lips swollen, eyes wild, and seungmin’s hand still fisted in your hair like he wasn’t ready to let go.

felix got you what you wanted. you loved felix. 

but seungmin was here. right now. and you were past pretending that didn’t matter.

his mouth was still hovering near yours, breath ragged. you were panting, head spinning from how hard he’d kissed you.

and then, because you never learned, you pushed again.

“you suck at commitment,” you whispered, just loud enough for the words to crack between your bodies.

his eyes lifted.

“so of course the thing that gets you off is fucking your best friend’s girl.” you murmured, that bratty smile creeping back.

his jaw flexed, and his grip in your hair tightened. he was warning you not to push further.

you pushed anyway.

“you’re just waiting for him to fuck up so you can sweep in and take whatever’s left of me, aren’t you?” you tilted your head, voice like silk-wrapped poison. “or maybe you just like being the one thing i’d never admit to wanting. the one i should stay the hell away from.”

“shut the hell up.”

you barely had time to blink before the hand in your hair yanked, sharp enough to drag a breathless gasp out of you, neck craning with the force of it. his other hand gripped your waist, fingers digging into the curve of your hip as he pressed in closer, until there wasn’t a single inch between you. 

“you think i’m here because i want to be some dirty secret?” his voice was a low, guttural rasp, so close to your ear you felt it more than heard it. “you think i give a fuck about winning you over? i’m here because you won’t fucking stop.”

he twisted your hair tighter. you whimpered.

“you come to my door, night after night, eyes all big, talking about how much you ‘love’ felix while you practically beg me to wreck you. you play innocent until i call you out, and then you play victim when i do.” his breath was hot against your neck now, mouth brushing the skin there. “you want to be used. you want to be put in your place.”

your fingers curled into the front of his shirt.

“you think i’m begging for you?” you breathed, voice laced with mockery. “you’re the one holding me like you’re about to come in your pants.”

he didn’t say a word. suddenly, he slid one hand down your thigh, then bent his knee and shoved it up between your legs.

your breath punched out in a shocked whimper as his knee pressed firm against your core, forcing your hips to roll against it. you bucked without meaning to try to chase the pressure.

“mhm,” seungmin murmured, his voice dark and low, head tilted so his mouth brushed your temple. “that shut you up.”

you made a small, desperate sound, your forehead falling forward, burying in the crook of his neck as your fingers fisted tighter in his shirt. 

“you’re so loud until i do something about it,” he said. “that bratty little mouth just runs and runs but look at you now.”

he shifted his leg just enough to drag it against you again. the friction sent another whine crawling out of your throat.

“that’s what i thought.”

then his hands were back on your waist and before you could even protest, he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing at all. you gasped, arms looping around his neck, legs instinctively locking around his waist.

he dropped you onto the couch and the cushions barely bounced before he was on you again.

seungmin climbed over you, as his mouth descended. his lips crashed into yours.

your fingers fumbled at the hem of your shirt. you broke the kiss for only a second, just long enough to yank the thing over your head. you dropped the shirt somewhere and lay back in just your bra.

seungmin’s eyes dropped immediately. his hand dragged from your throat down between the swell of your breasts.

“you know how long i’ve wanted to see you like this?” he muttered, voice rough with hunger as he leaned in and kissed just above your heart. “fucking teasing me for days, saying things like that. all those stupid little games.”

his fingers found the clasp of your bra. it came undone, the straps slipping from your shoulders.

seungmin exhaled like the sight of you finally, completely naked from the waist up had knocked the breath clean out of him. he kissed between your breasts, then circled your left nipple with his tongue.

a sharp gasp cracked out of you, and your fingers twisting in the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging.

he pulled off your breast with a soft pop. “why so impatient?” he murmured, almost amused.

“i wan' it, seungmin,” you whined with no shame.

his lips quirked. “yeah?”

you nodded, hard, grinding your hips up into him as your hand pressed his rock hard crotch. he hissed the second your fingers brushed him. but before you could go further, he grabbed the hem of his shirt behind his neck and pulled it off

your mouth went dry as you looked at his toned body. he was noticeably leaner than felix, but his shoulders were definitely wider.

you weren’t sure how it happened so fast. one second you were grinding against him, the next your clothes were gone. somehow you’d both stripped yourselves down quicker than you could catch your breath.

seungmin’s gaze swept down you.

something was wrong.

“turn over,” he said suddenly.

you blinked. “what?”

“i can't look at your face while i'm doing this.”

you rolled your eyes before turning over, letting out a sigh as you shifted onto all fours. “what a dick,” you muttered under your breath, arching your back just to spite him.

his eyes locked between your legs as he watched your folds glisten in the low light.

“sick little slut,” he said, looking back up at you. “you love this. love how messed ip it is. 

“you’re one to talk,” you snapped, “acting all cocky while you’re hard as fuck and staring at my pussy. who’s the sick one again?”

he leaned forward, pressing one hand to your back.

“you want it or not?” he asked low, making you clench.

you bit your lip, breath shaking. every part of you throbbed despite being so bratty. you needed him. needed him now.

“please,” you gasped. you were already too far gone to pretend you could last any longer without his dick in you. “i swear, if you don’t do anything right this second,”

“that’s what I thought.”

your spine curved deeper with surrender.

“please fuck me.”

a grin curled up as he pressed in, just the tip, your breath catching.

“you’re dripping,” he muttered, leaning over you, chest brushing your back, his cock dragging through your folds again, letting you feel every stretch like it was punishment. “haven’t even fucked you probably and you’re this messy for me? where’d all that attitude go, huh?”

you whimpered as he pushed in another inch.

“now look at you.” he growled at your ear.

“please,” you whimpered again, thighs trembling. “please—seungmin—just—”

then, a sound hit like a gunshot through the haze.

click. the distinct metallic thud of the front door unlocking.

seungmin froze.

his cock was still buried halfway inside you, his body caging yours, breath hot against your throat—but now he wasn’t moving. his fingers clenched reflexively around your thigh, and his head whipped toward the sound. he tensed like a predator caught mid-kill.

“fuck,” he whispered.

and then felix stepped into the room.

he stopped dead.

you tilted your head, still panting, still flushed, and looked straight at felix with your sweet smile like he hadn't just walked in on you mid-fuck with his best friend.

“hi,” you breathed.

felix stared.

not at you.

at seungmin.

then his eyes dropped and took in the sight: your bare back arched, and his cock inside you. nothing left to the imagination.

“i knew you liked her,” felix said finally, voice calm. “didn’t think you’d actually end up fucking her.”

to your surprise, seungmin didn’t flinch.

felix took a slow step forward. you sucked in a breath, but felix didn’t look at you. not yet.

“you were supposed to resist, man,” he said, eyes narrowing as he took another step closer. “that was the whole point. she comes to you, she tests you, you turn her away—and then we laugh about it later. that was the game. right?”

seungmin’s eyes dropped to your face. he saw your slightly amused expression.

“he knew.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, then you turned your head to felix.

“felix…” you whined. “he’s so big…”

felix exhaled, his hand dragging up the side of his neck like he was trying not to smile.

you squirmed under seungmin, hips rolling just enough to feel the stretch of him again, and seungmin’s breath stuttered. your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed.

“feels so good already.” you whispered, and then looked back at felix. seungmin’s fingers dug into your thigh. hard. “i know you’ll let me,” you breathed. “please…don’t stop him.”

seungmin swore under his breath, low and vicious. his glare snapped to felix—like he wanted to tear him apart—but his hips moved anyway, one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.

felix sat down in an armchair far beside both of you, full view of you bent open for seungmin.

“go on, then,” he said.

“you’re both fucked,” seungmin snarled.

felix leaned back, mouth curling at the corner. so much for being everyone's sunshine. seungmin swore he was looking at the spawn of the devil.

seungmin started fucking you again. the couch rocked with each thrust, your moans breaking free, your back arching, nails clawing at the cushions.

felix’s gaze slid from seungmin’s face to yours. his smile widened.

“she’s so loud when she’s getting what she needs, isn’t she?”

seungmin slammed into you harder. you cried out, head tipping back.

you couldn’t speak cause everything you tried to say was reduced to moaning. your breath came in broken sobs of pleasure as he drove into you like he hated you.

his next thrust made your arms buckle. you collapsed into the cushions with a strangled cry,.

"stupid fucking brat," seungmin hissed, one hand locking hard around your hip. "this what you wanted, huh? get passed around like a toy?"

you barely noticed felix coming towards you until he spoke. your gaze trembled between him and seungmin like you couldn’t decide where you wanted to be more.

“god, look at you,” felix murmured.

you blinked up at him.

“feels so good, lix,” you gasped, barely able to speak between the rhythm of seungmin pounding into you.

felix crouched down slightly. “yeah?” he murmured.

you nodded, lips trembling, breath shattered. felix reached under your chin, tilting your face up toward him. he kissed you, tongue tangled with yours, just as seungmin’s hand slid down your front, fingers slipping lower until his fingers found your clit.

you cried out against felix’s mouth, legs twitching.

felix wiped a strand of spit from your chin with his thumb. “you’re such a mess,” he said.

seungmin let out a laugh as he fucked into you harder, fingers still on your clit.

“seungmin, fuck, i’m…i’m close,” you choked out.

“gonna come from this?”

you whimpered, nodding fast, barely able to breathe. “yes, yes—please don’t stop,”

seungmin hissed, hips slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt again and again.

“come on, then,” he panted. “come all over my cock. show him what I did to you.”

your vision blurred as your orgasm hit. your pussy clenched around him tight as you let out a loud moan.

above you, felix groaned.

his hand was tangled in your hair now. he watched you come undone with his eyes half-lidded, breath stuttering as his thumb traced lazy circles against your scalp like you were some obedient pet.

“fuck, you look perfect like this,” he muttered.

seungmin grunted as he pulled out just as he hit the edge, fisting his cock once, twice, and then he came with thick ropes splattering across your ass, lower back, the curve of your spine. his other hand gripped your hip, holding you in place while he painted your skin.

“good girl,” felix murmured, voice low and warm as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, so gentle it felt obscene.

your lips parted around a shaky breath. you blinked up at him, dazed, your lashes clumped and cheeks burning. and then, slowly, you smiled.

seungmin let out a breath, still catching himself, sweat dripping from his brow as he looked down at the mess he’d left across your back. 

then, finally, your head dropped onto the couch cushion. your eyes fluttered shut. the smile stayed.

like a girl who knew exactly what she’d done.

the sheets were still warm.

felix had you wrapped up tight, one arm around your waist, the other tucked beneath your neck, fingers lazily combing through your hair. your back was pressed to his chest, the rhythm of his breathing steady against you. his nose brushed your hair, lips pressing soft, sleepy kisses to your skin.

sunlight spilled through the blinds in narrow golden stripes. your legs were tangled with his.

mwah a kiss to your temple. mwah another, just beneath your jaw. mwah then your shoulder.

“morning,” he murmured, voice scratchy and warm. “you’re so pretty like this."

you chuckled, the ache in your body blooming between your thighs. his hand rested on your stomach, brushing slow circles.

“you okay?” he asked.

you turned to meet his eyes with a sleeping smile.

“yeah,” you whispered. “better than okay.”

he kissed your nose. your cheek. the corner of your mouth. like he couldn’t stop.

you furrowed your brows. “where’s my bag?”

“nightstand, baby. why?”

you leaned over, the sheet slipping down your back, and grabbed the small crossbody. felix’s hand instinctively landed on your hip to keep you steady as you rummaged through the front pocket. a second later, you turned and slapped bills into his chest.

his brows shot up.

“you win.”

felix blinked down at the money like you’d just handed him a dead bird.

he didn’t take it.

instead, he plucked the bills off his chest, and shoved them right back into your bag without a word. then he zipped it shut, dropped it on the nightstand, and flopped onto his back with a dramatic sigh, one arm draped over his eyes.

“you must be crazy,” he muttered. “you think i’d ever take your money?”

you crawled over to him confused, leaning on his chest. “we made a bet.” you said, like maybe he’d forgotten. 

felix let his arm fall to the side so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you in.

“yeah and i won,” he said finally, voice all lazy warmth. "but you can keep your money."

you groaned, shoving your face into his chest like you could physically block out how disgustingly sweet he was being.

“you're so annoying.”

“i know,” he said, unbothered, brushing his fingers up and down your spine. “and romantic. and incredibly sexy.”

you lifted your head just enough to squint at him. “you forgot modest.”

“oh, shush you,” felix said, grinning as he dragged his fingers up your spine in a slow stroke that made you giggle. he kissed your shoulder with a soft hum, like your laughter was his favorite sound in the world. 

felix kissed your shoulder one last time before murmuring into your skin, “we should talk to him.”

your body stilled slightly, then you nodded. because you knew it was time.

felix slid out from beneath you, grabbing the shirt you’d tugged off of him sometime last night and pulling it over his head. you pulled yours on too, following him out. the natural sunlight was seeped through the windows, lighting up the kitchen. you heard the quiet clink of a mug, the scrape of a chair.

of course he was up.

seungmin was always up earlier than you two. he didn’t believe in sleeping in. said it made his thoughts sluggish.

when you turned the corner into the kitchen, you found him exactly as expected—sitting at the table, coffee in hand, earbuds in. he looked up the moment he heard your footsteps, gaze flicking to you, then felix, then back to the mug in his hands like he already knew why you were there.

felix was the one who spoke first. “hey.”

seungmin didn’t answer. just took a slow sip, then set the mug down and pulled out one earbud.

he looked back at felix, then raised an eyebrow. “so. who’s idea was it?”

felix didn’t even hesitate. “mine.”

seungmin let out a short laugh, like a puff of air he didn’t plan on releasing. he leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out under the table, and shook his head.

“you’re not mad?” you asked carefully.

he sipped his coffee again. “i’m annoyed i got turned into a fucking science experiment, but i’m not mad.”

you tilted your head, smile pulling sharper as you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. “well, good. because with your horrible commitment issues, it’s not like you’d want strings attached anyway.”

seungmin snorted, shaking his head. “you really don’t know when to stop poking, do you?”

you shrugged, unapologetic. “it’s a talent.”

he leaned back further in his chair, crossing his arms. “for what it’s worth,” he said, tone casual but honest, “it took my mind off a lot of things. which was… nice.”

you smiled at that. it was genuine this time which was rare for you when speaking to seungmin.

“i’m glad,” you said quietly.

seungmin hummed, eyes dropping to the table like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

felix clapped his hands once. “alright. official consensus: nothing happened.”

seungmin lifted his mug in a lazy salute. “nothing happened.”

“what happened?” seungmin asked, confused at the sudden change in your voice.

before you could answer, the muffled sound of voices drifted through the thin walls. your roommate. and her boyfriend.

“ugh,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “it’s happening. again.”

seungmin laughed. because of course he did, with your misery being his main source of entertainment. “what is?”

“it’s sooha and her boyfriend. chris? i’d told you about them, remember?” you replied, lowering your voice instinctively. “they can not keep it in their pants, man, i swear. she’s been dating this guy for, like, two weeks now, and almost every day they decide our dorm is their personal love hotel. it’s so fucking annoying.”

“sucks to be you,” seungmin said, completely unhelpful and way too used to your roommate’s antics.

you huffed, half annoyed, half exhausted, and he moved on, ranting about something else entirely. some professor. some deadline. his voice droned comfortably in your ear, familiar and grounding, and yet your attention betrayed you.

because the noises didn’t stop, they never did. 

they only continued till you felt like you were losing your mind.

to be honest, it wasn’t truly even that bad. your rooms were on the opposite ends of the cozy living room, and the walls were thick enough that you could continue with your work without needing to blast music at full volume if you were focused enough. 

but it was never about the sounds, no matter how much you told yourself, but it was always about his presence. 

the noises started almost immediately— soft at first, the creak of the mattress in the next room, her breathy laugh turning into something softer, needier. then his low murmur, the kind that carried just enough bass to vibrate through the wall. you could picture it too clearly: his hands on her waist, her head tipping back, the way the bedframe would tap rhythmically against the wall soon enough.

you swallowed hard.

“hey? you there?” seungmin’s voice sharpened, his concern cutting through the haze.

you blinked, grounding yourself. “what?”

“you went quiet,” he said. “you okay, angel?”

of course he noticed. he always did. he knew your pauses, your tells, the way your breathing changed when something was wrong. and now this, apparently.

“yeah. yeah, of course,” you said quickly, laughing a little at your awkwardness. “sorry. i’m just… yeah. it’s nothing. continue.”

but it wasn’t nothing.

you’d complained to him countless times about your roommate. about the noise, the lack of boundaries, the frustration of trying to study or sleep through it all. 

what you didn’t tell him was the part that made your stomach twist with guilt. the part you buried so deep you barely admitted it to yourself.

that sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone with your thoughts, your imagination betrayed you. that sometimes you pictured her boyfriend in places he had no right to be. 

the idea unsettled you as much as it lingered, and the shame of it burned hotter than the thought itself.

“i need to go now,” the muffled sound of seungmin getting up and moving around brought you back. “you sure you’re okay? you can come by if you feel too uncomfortable or something? i’ll just tell the guys to reschedule—”

“no, no, minnie, that won’t be necessary, i’m fine. thank you for offering though,” you say. “sorry for making you worry, i was just… thinking about what we’re gonna do with the project.”

“okay then,” he didn’t sound convinced, but didn’t press further. “all the best, angel.” he ended the call, and silence settled in, making it harder for you to ignore the couple next door. 

it had been weeks since your last call with seungmin. assignments, group meetings, finals prep; the usual excuses had kept you both busy and orbiting around each other at a safe distance. 

quick waves across the lecture hall, a shared eye-roll during a particularly brutal presentation, but no real time. no late-night rants, no movie marathons, no accidental silences that meant too much.

now that your exams were finally over, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, and you had called seungmin over to make up for lost time. 

you hummed to yourself as you fired off yet another text, wearing your most comfortable tank top and shorts; double, triple checking if he had picked up all the snacks you had asked him for; 

seung seungmiinnnnnnn u got the spicy ramen right? AND the chips i told u about?? DON’T YOU DARE FORGET THE SOJU minnniee my loveeeee pls come quick baby i’m starving

his reply was instant, predictably teasing;

crazy how you only care about me when i bring snacks yes mom i have everything stop spamming or i’ll eat them all in the hallway

you practically skipped out of your room when the doorbell rang, bare feet padding across the cool floor, already rehearsing the dramatic “finally!” you were going to greet him with.

but then you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. 

chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, elbows on his knees, thumbs flying across his phone screen with that same focused frown you’d seen a hundred times from across campus. he looked up when you froze in the doorway, and his expression softened instantly into that polite, disarming smile.

“hey,” he said, voice low and easy. his gaze flicked over you— quick, not lingering, but enough to make heat crawl up your neck anyway. you were suddenly hyper-aware of the thin strap slipping off one shoulder, the way the shorts rode up your thighs when you shifted.

“sooha’s not here,” you voiced your first thought, because apparently your brain had forgotten the concept of small talk.

“oh, yeah i know,” he looked sheepish. 

no matter what complicated feelings you had about him and sooha, you still knew chris was a good person, who was oblivious to whatever was shared between you and his girlfriend. 

and standing there alone with him now, you felt a pang of guilt for how thoroughly you had been avoiding him on campus these past weeks, your eyes finding everyone but his when he waved or smiled at you from across the room. 

“sorry for coming here unannounced,” he continued, “but—”

the doorbell rang again, cutting him off, followed almost immediately by seungmin’s unmistakable voice.

“yah, did you die or something? open up before i eat all your snacks! don’t test me!”

you laughed despite yourself, the tension cracking like thin ice as you excused yourself, hurrying to the door.

“i had literally been standing here for, like, three hours,” seungmin complained as soon as you opened the door, his hands reaching to loosen the tie he was still wearing from his part-time job. then suddenly his expression shifted, eyes sliding past you to the living room. “chan hyung? what are you doing here?”

“chan… what?” you echoed faintly, stepping aside to let him in, your brain short-circuiting at how easily that nickname had rolled off seungmin’s tongue.

chris looked up, surprised, then grinned wide. “minnie?” 

seungmin stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him, eyes darting between you and chris like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time.

you moved on autopilot, taking the bags from seungmin’s hands and mumbling, “i’ll just… put these in my room,” before you heard the two of them exchange a few words, laughter spilling out effortlessly. you softly clicked your bedroom door shut behind you and leaned against it for a second, breathing.

what the actual fuck?

a few moments later the knob turned. seungmin slipped inside, eyes comically wide, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper the second the latch caught.

“when you said sooha’s horny ass boyfriend was chris, you meant chan hyung?” he was unsure whether he found this funny or horrifying. 

“how do you know your chan hyung anyway?” you huffed, somehow feeling annoyed at this new information as you plopped down on the edge of your bed, arms crossed over your chest.  

“we used to go to the same high school... was in the same friend group for a while,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes drifting to the way your breasts looked pushed up for a split second. “and we had a few classes together this semester, too,” 

he didn’t mention the part where they’d fucked girls in the same room, sometimes at the same time.

“well then how come you never mentioned this friend of yours?” you muttered. your annoyance hid something worse; embarrassment. 

seungmin shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “i mean… i don’t know, you never asked? he’s just someone, y’know? it just never came up.”

he dragged your desk chair over and sat facing you, knees almost touching yours. the easy teasing from earlier was gone; now he was watching you carefully, like he could see the embarrassed flush creeping up your cheeks and the way your fingers found the hem of your tank top, an obvious nervous tick.

you huffed, trying to play it off. “great. so i’ve been ranting to you about this guy for weeks, and you’re just… casually friends with him. fan-fucking-tastic.”

seungmin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. “to be fair, you never said his name until like… a month in. plus, i think i know like, i don't know, three chris-es? c’mon. i just never connect the dots.”

you groaned, flopping backward onto the mattress, arms over your face. “i hate everything.”

he laughed fondly, shaking his head at your reaction. a silence washed over the room as he watched you, giving your thoughts room to drift back to months earlier, when it had all begun.

you and sooha were civil in the way strangers sharing a small space learn to be. 

polite smiles. short conversations about laundry schedules and whose turn it was to take out the trash. you never fought, but you never clicked either. there was nothing to talk about, no shared humor, no late-night confessions. just co-existence.

and then there was chris.

you were strangers at first, your life more peaceful when you didn’t know of his existence. 

but then one mundane day you saw him, laughing with his friends, and something about the way he just existed made everything else blur. 

you only knew he was a semester ahead of you, nothing else, but ever since then, you seemed to find him everywhere. 

the library steps. the cafe outside the campus. outside your lecture hall. he always smiled at you when your gazes met, not in a way that felt intrusive, just… warm. polite. but somehow intentional enough to feel that his eyes always found yours. enough to make your chest feel oddly tight every time.

a few nights later, you told sooha, the day a blur of cheap alcohol and lowered defenses. your living room smelled like spilled soju and burnt popcorn, and the music from someone else’s room thudded through the walls. you remember sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you giggling at nothing, courage borrowed from the green bottles.

“you know chris, the one with the australian accent? i think i have the biggest crush on that man. he's soo fine,” you giggled between hiccups, the first time you had admitted that fact to yourself. 

sooha had gone quiet, just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then shrugged. “cool.”

you'd laughed it off, feeling happy with your first genuine interaction with your roommate, and had passed out on your bed still in your jeans.

and then the next day, head heavy from the hangover and clothes sticking to your body, you found chris on your living room couch. 

kissing sooha. 

chris's eyes flicked to you for half a second— surprise, maybe guilt— before sooha pulled him back in deeper, choosing to ignore your presence. 

you'd slammed your door as you retreated back into your room, hangover soup or a shower be damned. after that day, your secret stayed buried, known only to you. 

that was the moment resentment took root. you told yourself that it was about loyalty. about boundaries. there was hatred, yes, but not just for her, although she carried the weight of it. 

but if you were honest, the ache burned brighter whenever you saw him. for her getting to taste what you'd only daydreamed about. for the casual way she'd claimed something you'd never even had the courage to reach for. 

at first, it was more than just the noise that annoyed you. it was the inconsideration, the timing, the way they never seemed to care if you were studying or trying to sleep. you complained about it endlessly, venting to seungmin, shoving headphones over your ears.

until one night, something shifted.

you were lying on your bed, laptop open, a movie playing that you had lost the plot to hours ago. and like clockwork, the sounds started again.

you waited for irritation to rise. for anger. for that familiar knot of resentment.

it didn’t come. 

instead, for once, the noises weren't loud enough.

you shifted, thighs pressing together almost automatically. the bedframe started its steady rhythm—slow at first, then building. you could hear the hitch in her breathing, the way it caught and released. but your mind wasn't on her anymore.

it was on him. always. 

your body moved without asking for permission, your cheek pressing against the door before you had even registered leaving the bed. there was a heat that didn’t belong, coiling low in your stomach. your thoughts turned traitor, slipping into places you hadn’t allowed them to go.

you hated it. you hated yourself for it. yet still, that didn’t stop you.

you fell to the ground as your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts without thinking, without letting yourself think.

shame flared hot behind your eyes, but what was hotter was the way you imagined chris's hands, the same ones you'd seen gripping her waist that first day, sliding up your sides instead. his mouth on your neck, the plush lips giving you wet and sloppy kisses, marking you. his hips rolling into you with that same deliberate pace, making the frame knock just like that. the low groan you'd heard him make once or twice, rough and wrecked, vibrating through the wall and straight into your core.

your breath came shorter, fingers brushing over sensitive skin, already slick from nothing more than imagination and sound. it was humiliating how fast it built.

every thrust in the next room echoed in your head as if it were yours. suddenly his weight was pinning you down, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. “you enjoying this, huh?” he smirked, his voice making your core vibrate. he said your name, his lips touching your ears, his voice low, broken, and desperate.

you bit your lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.

the rhythm picked up—faster, harder—and so did your hand, circling, pressing, chasing.

when you came, you let out a load moan, your body feeling limp and hot. 

you opened your eyes and you saw no one but yourself on the mirror in front of you, your arousal staining the floor and your nipples hard against your tshirt, shorts abandoned somewhere near your ankles. 

the emptiness of the room hit you like a shockwave; sharp, silent, shameful. you lay there afterward with heavy breaths, heart hammering, staring at the ceiling with wet fingers and burning cheeks.

you hated how good it felt.

you hated even more that you knew you'd do it again.

seungmin’s low laugh pulled you back to the present like a hand pulling you from under water.

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring at nothing—lost somewhere between the memory of that first humiliating night and the present, where your thighs were pressed so tightly together the muscle ached, your breathing shallow and uneven.

he was still sitting in the chair he’d dragged over, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could see the mole under his left eye, and the faint dusting of red on his cheeks and ears. 

“your breathing’s all fucked up, angel” he said quietly, no teasing this time. just observation. clinical, almost. “and your thighs—” his gaze dropped deliberately to where your legs were clamped shut, then flicked back up to your face. “—are clenched so hard i’m afraid of what i’ll see when i push them apart.”

heat flooded your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy.

you opened your mouth to deny it, to laugh it off, to say anything that would make this moment less real— but nothing came out.

seungmin didn’t look away.

instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, just a fraction, just enough to make your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

“do you listen?” he asked, voice so soft it barely carried. “when chan fucks her. when he gets loud. do you… listen in?”

“i—” you tried to say, but all that came out was a breathy gasp as seungmin put his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the mattress. his breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. 

you’d always known seungmin was attractive. objectively, of course (or that's what you told yourself). the kind of attractiveness that made people do double-takes in the café line. the kind that used to make you stare at his fingers when he strummed his guitar, and maybe lose your breath when sometimes he would engulf you in a hug and you felt his hard muscles press against your soft skin. 

but you never let those thoughts linger, no matter how hard that was for you, because losing him would gut you worse than any crush ever could.

you stared at him now— really stared— and saw the boy who’d held your hair back after too many shots, who’d stayed up until dawn helping you cram for midterms, who’d once driven across town at 2 a.m. because your voice cracked on the phone and you couldn’t say why.

but right now, with his face buried in your neck, pupils dark and steady, that careful boundary felt paper-thin.

“seungmin,” you whispered, hands clutching his arm to… push him away? but your hands stayed in place, involuntarily giving his arm a squeeze to ground yourself. 

on hearing your fragile voice, seungmin pulled back a bit, and your body instinctively arched forward at the absence of his warmth. 

he searched your eyes for a moment. “you’ve been disturbed by their noise for so fucking long.”  he said, voice just as low, “maybe it’s time you gave him a taste of his own medicine, angel.” 

your breath faltered at his proposition, the weight of what he was implying settling between you. but before the words could fully sink in, his mouth finally found the side of your neck.

a surprised, sharp gasp tore out of you. his lips were warm, soft at first, then firmer as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under your jaw. heat exploded under your skin like someone had struck a match. your hands flew to his shoulders—not pushing, just… holding on.

he pulled back again just enough to meet your eyes, a slight frown at your tense reactions. 

“hey,” he said, voice rougher yet somehow softer now. “this doesn’t have to change anything between us. this is just me… helping my best friend take some revenge.” his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, even if his gaze burned. “if you don’t want this, any of it, tell me to stop. tell me and i’ll stop right now.”

your mouth was dry. your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

you searched his face, looking for the joke, the safety net, the signs of mirth on his face after he would prank you. it wasn’t there.

all you saw was him. waiting. wanting. 

but still giving you the power to end it.

but you were just a girl, with a stupidly attractive best friend whom you trusted more than yourself.

“don’t stop,” you whispered, your lips desperately reaching for his. you felt him smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, and he kissed like he had been wanting this for years. like he wasn’t just helping you get revenge. 

his mouth found your collarbone again, and the way he groaned gave you an inkling that maybe the times he had stared at your neck was not him just admiring your necklaces. suddenly, you felt something sharp—his hand pulled a fistful of your hair to gain better access— and you expected to feel pain at his rough actions, but instead, you let out the loudest moan. 

outside the room, you heard a thud, as if something had fallen. 

“that’s right, baby,” seungmin smirked, giving your hair another pull. “you’ve got to scream for me tonight, show him what he’s been missing,” 

seungmin’s hands were firm on your hips as he pushed you back onto the mattress, the springs dipping under your combined weight as he lay your head on the pillow. you landed with a soft bounce, breath catching, and before you could even process the shift, he was hovering over you, knees bracketing your thighs, one palm planted beside your head, caging you in without touching you anywhere you desperately wanted him to yet.

his eyes were dark, amused, predatory in a way you’d never seen directed at you before. the boy who used to steal your fries and fall asleep on your shoulder during movie marathons was gone— in his place was someone who looked like he’d been waiting to unravel you for longer than you’d ever suspected.

you tried to steady your breathing, tried to look at anything but at his face, only for your gaze to snag on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the faint sheen of sweat already gathering at his throat.

then he moved.

he shifted to the side, reaching for your nightstand drawer with casual familiarity, like he’d done it a hundred times before. the drawer scraped open and your stomach dropped.

no. no fucking way. 

“you think i don’t know about this?” he pulled it out slowly—your slim, purple vibrator, the one you kept buried under chargers and old files like it was national secrets. the same one you’d used on those nights when chris’ low groans had pushed you over the edge faster than you cared to admit.

seungmin held it up between two fingers, turning it lazily so the light caught the smooth surface. then he looked back at you, smirking, looking triumphant. 

your face was already burning, but the heat that rushed through you now felt nuclear. you wanted to disappear into the mattress, wanted to snatch it from him. you wanted—fuck—you wanted him to keep looking at you like that.

“you’re not as slick as you think you are, angel” he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. his thumb flicked the base once—just once—and the toy buzzed to life for a split second before he clicked it off again. “i’ve heard it through the wall more times than i can count.”

your mouth fell open. no sound came out.

he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “every time you think you’re being quiet? every time you bite your pillow so hard and think i can’t hear?” he dragged the cool tip of the vibrator lightly down your chest, grazing your hard nipple over the thin tank top. you arched without meaning to. “i know exactly what you sound like when you come, baby. and i know you’ve thought about me fucking you just as much as you’ve thought about chan.”

a whimper slipped out before you could stop it. seungmin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. his smile was slow, filthy.

“such a little slut,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “getting off to the sound of your roommate getting railed. using this pathetic thing while you pretend it’s his cock instead.” he pressed the vibrator against your inner thigh—still off, just the promise of it making your skin crawl—and dragged it upward in a lazy line. 

“but tonight? tonight you’re gonna make noise for real. loud enough that chan can’t pretend he doesn’t hear. loud enough that he’ll lie there next to her wondering who’s making his sweet little neighbor sound like she’s being ruined.”

your thighs trembled. you couldn’t look away from him. “min…” 

he clicked the vibrator on—lowest setting—and settled it against the damp cotton of your shorts, directly over your swollen clit. the thin fabric dragged deliciously against you with every tiny buzz, giving the sweetest friction, but also the worst kind of tease, because it still kept him so far  away that your hips already ached to shove the barrier aside.

you gasped, sharp,and involuntary, and seungmin’s free hand shot up to cover your mouth, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

“uh-uh,” he whispered. “not yet. save it. i want him to hear every fucking sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.”

he dragged the toy in slow, torturous circles, watching your face the entire time, watching the way your brows knit, the way your hips jerked despite yourself.

“tell me,” he said, voice rougher now. “tell me you want him to hear how wet you get for me. tell me you want him to get jealous.”

your head thrashed once against the pillow, the words stuck in your throat, thick with shame and need.

seungmin leaned in, lips grazing yours, just a tease. “say it,” he breathed. “or i stop.”

you swallowed. your voice came out wrecked, barely there. “i… i want him to hear.”

“hear what?”

“how wet you make me, min,” you cried out, desperate for more. “i want him to hear how wet i get for you.”

seungmin’s eyes flashed. “good girl.”

with one hand, he reached for his tie, and the sight of him taking it off was enough to make you cum. he caught your wrists in his hands, tying them with the satin fabric before turning the vibrator up a notch. 

and then he kissed you again, claiming, while his other hand shoved your shorts and panties aside just enough to press the toy directly against your bare skin.

the first real moan tore out of you before you could stop it. loud. unmistakable.

“that’s it baby, make him hear how much you enjoy being heard.” seungmin felt it. the way your hips jerked up against the vibrator. the way your thighs trembled around his knee. he chuckled.

“oh, you like that, don’t you,” he said, almost sweetly. “you like knowing he’s right there, hearing you fall apart for someone else.” he clicked the vibrator up one more setting. the buzz intensified, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.

“louder,” he ordered, pressing the toy firmer, grinding it in tight circles that made your vision blur at the edges. “come on, show me how much of a whore you are.”

you whimpered, high and needy, and seungmin’s free hand slid up to cup your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you know who’s in control. 

“minnie… ah, seungmin, i’m so close,” you were surprised at your ability to form words, for all that was currently occupying your brain was seungmin, seungmin, seungmin. 

it was all to much, the buzz of the vibrator hitting your swollen clit, his hands around your throat and your inability to do anything. and worse of all? the way he was looking at you. 

“not yet,” he turned the vibrator off, throwing it aside. you cried out, your needy whimpers making him smirk. he removed your shorts and panties, and his eyes seemed hypnotised by the way your juices were spilling out, already making a wet spot on your bedsheet. 

“look at you,” he breathed, and for the first time that night, he was the one who looked speechless. 

in an instant, his mouth was on your cunt, his tongue making patterns on your wet walls that made you see stars. as if that weren’t enough, without warning he pushed his finger inside you, making you scream, fighting against the restraints your hands were tied in. 

“such a fucking slut,” he murmered, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making your hips jerk. “getting wet at the thought of him hearing you, aren’t you? picturing him on the other side of the wall while you leak all over my face like a desperate little whore.”

your breath hitched, and you felt fresh heat flood between your legs at the words. you wanted to deny it, to close your thighs, anything to hide how true it was, but your body betrayed you: another involuntary roll of your hips chasing the pressure, a tiny, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it.

he chuckled, dark and knowing, his free hand coming up to push your tank top aside and grip your breast, giving your nipple a firm squeeze. “yeah, there it is. listen to yourself. bet you’d come even harder if he knocked right now, didn’t you? if he walked in and saw what a pathetic, cock-hungry mess you turn into the second someone teases this slutty cunt.”

he inserted another finger inside you, and your back arched off the bed with a choked moan. your cheeks burned; shame and arousal twisted so tight in your stomach you could barely breathe. you shook your head weakly, no, no, that’s too much, you wanted to say, but your hips kept grinding, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of your slick folds filling the room. 

“tell me exactly what you want him to hear. go on, paint the picture for me, you desperate fucking whore. do you want him to hear you moaning my name? begging for cock like the needy bitch you are? or—” his voice dropped even lower, lips coming up to brush yours as he spoke, “—do you want him to hear you be ruined? scream it loud enough that he knows exactly what a dripping, shameless slut is in the other room?”

your hips bucked once, twice, chasing harder pressure you weren’t allowed to have yet. shame burned hot in your cheeks, your chest, but it only made you wetter, slicker, more frantic.

he felt it. of course he did. “don’t you dare hold back now,” he growled, nose brushing yours. “say it. tell me you want him to hear you come so hard the bed shakes. tell me you want him to know you’re getting off thinking about his cock while i play with your greedy little hole. use your fucking words, angel,”

your throat worked, lips trembling as another helpless roll of your hips grounded his fingers deeper against you. any remnant of denial was gone; only raw, humiliating need left.

“i… i want him to hear me come,” you whispered, voice cracking, barely above a breath. “fuck, min— i want him to hear how loud i get… how wet i get for you… how much i need… how much i need your cock inside me,”

your eyes fluttered shut for a second, mortified, but your body kept moving—small, desperate thrusts against his fingers like you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

he laughed softly, cruel and pleased, rewarding you with a rougher pace and another finger that ripped a choked moan from your throat.

“good girl. that’s my nasty fucking slut.” he murmured, lips grazing your ear again. “keep going. tell me you’d let him listen every night if i told you to. tell me you’d spread these legs wider just so he could hear how filthy you really are.”

“i… i would,” your breath came in short, ragged gasps now, thighs quivering, clit throbbing. you were shaking now, teetering right on the edge, humiliated and so unbearably turned on you could cry. “p-please seungmin, i’m so close,” you moaned, your voice hoarse from your screams. “please, let me cum,”

“you’ve deserved it baby,” he chuckled, his tongue finding your clit again. “cum for me, my filthy little angel,” he commanded, voice thick with  satisfaction as he sucked your clit between his lips, humming deep so the buzz traveled everywhere. “don’t you dare hold back. scream it—loud enough for him to hear every fucking second of how wrecked you get for me. let the whole damn apartment know what a desperate, dripping slut you turn into when i own this pussy.”

your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. the coil snapped hard, white-hot pleasure ripping through you in violent waves. your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as a raw, broken scream tore from your throat: his name, over and over, ragged and shameless, repeated like the only prayer you knew. “fuck—seungmin! yes—fuck! yes!”

each pulse of your orgasm milked more slick from you, coating his tongue, his chin, the sheets beneath. you shook uncontrollably, fingers twisting in the restraints, your thighs around his head pulling him closer even as overstimulation made you whimper. 

tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, cheeks burning with the fresh wave of humiliation—he’d made you loud, made you obvious, and god, it only made the aftershocks hit harder.

he didn’t let up right away, lapping lazily through the mess as you trembled, murmuring against your oversensitive flesh. “that’s it… good girl… screaming like the needy whore that you are.”

the aftershocks still rippled through you in slow, lingering waves. your body felt molten, legs splayed open, chest heaving, seungmin’s tie still circling your wrists, no longer tight, loosened by every restless movement you’d made. the sheets beneath you were a mess, damp and cooling where your release had soaked through. seungmin’s mouth was slick with you, chin glistening as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and shining with satisfaction.

he crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, your throat, the corner of your mouth. “fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. “you sounded so pretty screaming my name like that. think the whole building heard.”

you managed a shaky laugh, half sob, too overwhelmed to form words. your clit still throbbed faintly from overstimulation, every tiny shift of your hips sending sparks up your spine.

seungmin kissed you properly then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, with one hand tenderly caressing your cheek. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip.

“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “and maybe clean you up a little before round two. don’t move.”

he slipped off the bed with that easy grace of his, and paused at the door, glancing back at you— spread out, flushed, wrecked— and his mouth curved into something dangerously sweet.

“stay right there, angel. i’ll be back in two minutes.”

the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. as you forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down, you tried to process exactly what had transpired between the two of you.

you had never thought this day would come— you, cumming on seungmin’s tongue and him, promising you a round two — but somewhere deep in your heart, you also felt that this was a long time coming. 

he had told you at the beginning that things between you didn’t have to change after this, but after getting a taste of what you both could offer each other, you knew there was no going back, and you couldn’t deny the excitement curling in your chest as you looked toward this new stage of your relationship.

but no matter how much you tried, there was still something at the back of your mind, or rather someone—

you heard footsteps. but not seungmin’s light, familiar steps; they were heavier, slower. hesitant. 

and the breath caught in your chest as the door opened— and there stood chris. 

he looked… wrecked. hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms tense. his eyes, dark, pupils dilated, locked onto you immediately. they dragged down your body: the hickeys blooming on your neck and chest, the tie still loosely binding your wrists, your legs parted just enough that he could see the slick mess between them, the wet spot darkening the sheets. your brain told you to sit up, to cover yourself, but your body was too tired. and your heart? well…

chris didn’t speak at first, just swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing. his chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted here, as if he hadn’t just been sitting a few feet away, his ears picking up on every little whisper.

“i—” his voice came out rough, cracked. “i…  heard everything.”

the shame that should have crashed over you instead twisted into something hotter, sharper. your thighs trembled under his stare.

he took one step inside. then another. the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. he took a seat on the chair seungmin was occupying, not saying a word. 

“baby,” he breathed, his hands on the mattress, as if touching you was something he hadn’t earned yet. “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

you squirmed under his gaze, happy to finally see him look at you the way you had always wanted, but there was something stopping you from truly enjoying his stare, from telling him to come over and ruin you. 

“what about…?” your voice trembled, trying to make sense with whatever strength you had left in you. 

his smile almost wrecked you. “i broke up with her weeks ago. she asked me to come get a few of my things today, that’s why she went out,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your whole body. “i couldn’t continue the relationship… how could i, when even when i’m with her, my mind always wandered to the room next door?”

“what?” you regretted not being friends with sooha, because then you could’ve known this vital piece of information ages ago. “but i thought… i thought it was you in her room yesterday… doing… y’know?” you blushed before you could complete the sentence, feeling shy despite the fact that you were literally lying naked in front of him and that he had probably heard you say worse things in the past hour. 

“did you see me?” he smirked as you shook your head no, getting up on the mattress, his face inching closer to yours with each words. “or did you hope… did you imagine it was me, each time you heard her get railed. or worse… did you imagine yourself in her place? did you imagine yourself getting fucked,” his breath tickled your cheek, so close yet too far apart. “by me?” 

up close, he smelled like clean sweat and something woodsy— his cologne, the one you’d caught whiffs of in passing for months. his eyes flickered to your bound wrists, then back to your face.

“seungmin tied you up?” his voice was low, strained. almost primal.

you nodded once, barely. chan’s hand hovered near your cheek, hesitant, then gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead. the touch was so careful it made your chest ache.

“did he make you come like that?” he asked, thumb tracing the edge of one hickey. “screaming loud enough for me to hear every second?”

another small nod. your lips parted, but no sound came. he leaned down slowly, giving you every chance to turn away.

instead, your back arched, wanting him to be closer.

his mouth found yours, tentative at first, like he was testing if this was real. then deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding against yours with a groan that vibrated through your whole body. one hand cupped the back of your head; the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed to anchor himself.

when he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged.

“i’ve wanted this,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i saw you on the couch, your bra strap fucking inviting me to snap it and hear you moan. i’ve wanted you ever since i saw you across campus, looking so damn angelic that you almost blinded me, doll. 

“i’ve wanted you every time you looked away… i wanted to pin you against the wall and make you finally fucking look at me. really look, without your eyes drifting away.”

his hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the soaked mess between your thighs. you jolted, oversensitive, but arched into it anyway.

“seungmin got you this wet, huh?” he murmured, almost awed, circling your clit once, gentle, testing. you whimpered. “i gotta thank him for this then,” he smirked. 

in a flash, he had rolled you over, pushing down on your head as he aligned your ass against his bulge. you shivered when your wet folds came in contact with the rough material of his jeans, and let out a loud moan as his hand landed on your cunt as a sharp slap.

“tell me to stop,” he said, echoing seungmin’s earlier words, but his voice was thicker, more desperate. “tell me, and i’ll leave right now, i promise.”

you met his eyes, dark, burning, pleading. “don’t stop, chan,” you whispered.

chan groaned at the way the nickname rolled out of your mouth, like the words had punched the air out of him.

he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.

then he notched himself at your entrance, slow, careful despite the tremor in his arms.

you gasped as you felt his tip enter, already stretching you perfectly, the slight burn blending into pleasure so intense your toes curled.

“i’m gonna fill you up,” he rasped, pushing in inch by inch, your loud cries about him being too big, too much, falling on deaf ears. “gonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.”

with every firm thrust, you felt your bed frame thud against the wall, the sound of your fantasies coming alive making your head dizzy and your moans louder. 

“louder,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “scream for me like you did for him. let kim seungmin hear it when he comes back. let him know who’s ruining you now.”

your hands, still tied up, found you clit, as you erratically touched your swollen bud. “fuck, yes, yes! you’re filling me up so good, channie, oh fuck.”

the rhythm chan had set was brutal, deep, punishing strokes driving fresh, broken cries from your throat. you were loud, deliberately so now, moaning his name like a chant, letting it echo through the thin walls, through the cracked bedroom door.

“fuck—channie, yes, right there—harder, please—”

your voice cracked on every syllable, your brained so hazed that you didn’t even realise it at first when the door opened again.

seungmin stepped inside, two water bottles dangling loosely from his fingers, a warm washcloth in his other hand. he stopped in the doorway, eyes sweeping the scene: you face-down, ass up, chan buried to the hilt behind you, one hand fisted in your hair to keep your back arched, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

as your face turned towards him, for one terrified heartbeat, you thought he would be angry, rightfully so, your brain chided you. you thought that the easy affection in his eyes would shatter, that he’d storm out, that everything would end here in shame and silence.

instead, Seungmin tilted his head.

a slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.

he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms casually, like he’d walked in on you eating snacks instead of getting railed within an inch of your life.

“didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut, angel,” he drawled, voice soft and amused. “one cock wasn’t enough?”

something about the way he was looking at you, not like he was surprised, but rather entertained, broke you in the best possible way.

your cunt clenched hard around chan, visceral and involuntary, and chan groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. seungmin noticed too, the way your eyes rolled back and the fingers on your clit when slack for a moment.

“fuck— she just squeezed me so tight,” chan rasped, glancing over at seungmin without slowing down. “think she likes this more than we thought.”

seungmin’s gaze flicked to you once again, your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your mouth hung open around desperate little gasps, and then back to Chan. 

something wordless passed between them: a knowing look, a tiny nod, the kind of silent communication that only happens when two people have already decided the same thing long before walking into the room.

they weren’t surprised.

they weren’t jealous.

they were… prepared.

seungmin pushed off the doorframe and walked over slowly, setting the water bottles and cloth on the nightstand like this was just another tuesday. he stopped right in front of your face, fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your head up so you had to look at him while chan kept fucking into you from behind.

“look at you, such a desperate little cumslut,” seungmin murmured, almost sweetly. his fingers brushed your cheek, then trailed down to roughly squeeze your breasts, another hand came up to your mouth, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. you whimpered around the pressure of his thumb slipping into your mouth. your tongue curled instinctively around it.

“greedy little whore. all tied up and drooling already. you really couldn’t wait two minutes for me to come back before you let hyung stuff you full, huh?” you whimpered—half apology, half plea—as chan drove in particularly deep, making your whole body jolt.

seungmin murmured, chan chuckled darkly, slapping your ass for good measure as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you whine in frustration.

“she’s been loud,” he said conversationally, like he was discussing the weather. “kept moaning my name— channie this, channie that. thought you might want to hear it up close.”

seungmin’s fondly rolled his eyes as he smirked at chan, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.

“oh, i heard,” he said softly. “every filthy little sound.” he pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, smearing your own spit across your cheek. “but i think she can be louder, can’t you, baby?”

he unbuckled his belt with one hand while his other hand fisted the base of his cock, already hard again from watching you get wrecked. in an instant, his shirt was also discarded, falling somewhere beside your tank top that you didn’t even realise had been taken off in your haze. 

chan pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, making you sob at the sudden emptiness.

“open,” seungmin ordered.

your mouth fell open on instinct, tongue dipping out.

he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your throat fluttered around him. you gagged softly, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you didn’t pull away.

“good girl,” he praised, fisting your hair as he thrusted into your mouth in a rough shove. “take it all in.”

chan pushed back in at the same time, filling your cunt while seungmin fucked your mouth. the dual stretch, the rhythm, the way they moved in perfect tandem like they’d rehearsed this, sent your brain to complete, blissful ruin. no thoughts, no shame, only the primal need to be used, filled, and fucked stupid by both of them in perfect, cruel sync.

they talked over you like you weren’t even there, like you were just the perfect toy they’d finally decided to share.

“she’s so fucking tight,” chan groaned, hips snapping forward. “feel that? she’s clenching every time you bottom out in her throat.”

seungmin’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head in shallow thrusts that matched chan’s pace.

“angel likes being used,” he murmured, almost tenderly. “look at her eyes, rolling back already. bet she’d come just from this. from being our fucking hole, made to be used only by us.”

your body agreed before your brain could catch up.

your cunt spasmed hard around chan, clit throbbing untouched now, and a muffled, desperate scream vibrated around seungmin’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp, blinding, humiliating in how easily they pulled it from you.

seungmin groaned at the feeling, hips jerking forward once, twice, before he pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air.

“again,” he said, feeling himself reach his limit. “come again while we’re both inside you. show hyung how greedy this pussy really is.”

chan’s hand cracked down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you screamed again, louder, voice hoarse and wrecked.

they didn’t stop.

they just kept going, fucking you between them, filling every hole, praising and degrading you in the same breath, until you were nothing but trembling, overstimulated sensation and their names on your lips.

chan broke first, a low, guttural groan tore out of him as he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding your cunt with his thick cum. when he finally pulled out, his cum immediately seeped out, hot, obscene, trickling down your thighs, mixing with everything already leaking from you. he fisted his penis as more hot liquid flooded out, marking your back.

the sudden gush, the slick warmth coating your insides and dripping onto your back, snapped the last thread in you. you came again, violently, clenching around nothing, a choked sob ripping free as your whole body seized.

seungmin followed suit, and he gripped your jaw tighter, tilting your head back. 

“open wider, angel, don’t you dare waste it.” he fucked your mouth in short, punishing thrusts until he spilled down your throat, thick and bitter and endless. you struggled to swallow around him, gulping desperately while he milked every last drop, hips stuttering, voice wrecked. “that’s it… drink it all like the good girl you pretend to be.”

when he finally eased out, strings of spit and cum still connected your lips to his tip. he wrapped long fingers around your throat, watching with dark, possessive eyes as you swallowed hard, throat working visibly. then he pressed two fingers against your tongue, dragging it out flat.

dazed, wrecked, stupidly proud, you stuck your tongue out further, showing him the mess you’d taken, lips swollen and glossy, a dazed little smile curling the corners even as tears streaked your cheeks.

seungmin’s thumb brushed your lower lip almost tenderly. “fuck… look at you,” his voice was soft now, completely different from when he was calling you a greedy slut. “ruined and still so pretty.”

chan’s hand slid up your spine, slow and grounding, as he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. 

both men drew back for a moment, giving you room to sink bonelessly onto the sheets, chest heaving in the sudden, fragile quiet. 

“yeah, just like that princess,” chan whispered, “deep breaths.”

seungmin climbed on the bed, laying down facing you, and he folded out his arm, inviting you. 

you giggled as you settled against his hard chest, and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, caressing your hair and trailing soft kisses over your cheeks. “you’re okay, right? did we go too far?” his eyes searched yours, concerned. you shook your head earnestly, caressing his cheek. 

“you did so good, princess,” chan whispered, hands massaging your ass, softening the red marks he had left. “so perfect for us.”

chan then reached for the washcloth seungmin had left on the nightstand and began cleaning you with careful, gentle strokes. the damp fabric glided over the sticky mess on your inner thighs, between your folds, wiping away the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used you. his touch was soft, almost worshipful, thumb occasionally brushing soothing circles over the sensitive skin as you hummed in satisfaction. 

after a moment, chan settled beside you on the bed, his larger frame curving protectively around your back while seungmin stayed pressed to your front, caging you gently between their warmth. chan’s hand found your arm, stroking slow and firm from shoulder to wrist, grounding you as your pulse still hammered beneath your skin.

you bit your lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of it. slowly, you eased out of seungmin’s loose embrace just enough to lift your head and meet both their eyes; first chan’s steady gaze, then seungmin’s softer, searching one. the question clawed its way up your throat, small and scared.

“are you guys… sure you’re okay with this?” your voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling on the edges. “that i might want you both just as much?”

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until their low, shared chuckle rumbled through you. 

“we want you, and want to take care of you princess,” chan said simply, no hesitation, a wave of understanding passing between him and seungmin. “both of us. and we’re not gonna make you choose. ever.”

seungmin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair.

“your needs come first,” he added softly. “always. and if you want both of us, then that’s what you’ll get. no jealousy. no games. just us taking care of you.”

chan leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle this time, full of everything unspoken. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, steady.

“we’re not going anywhere,” he promised. “you’re ours, and we’re yours. however you want us.”

and since then, the noises continued, only now you had zero complaints.

peach notes: lowk regretting the fact that kim seungmin was not inside her, but i felt too tired to write more lol. also, can you tell that i'm a fucking whore for the both of them? 😮‍💨 no lube no protection and allat. sorry if chan's part felt too rushed, lowkenuinely entered flow-state writing min's parts. (#need that) ( pls don't ask me abt if min went to freakin antartica to melt a glacier to get her the water lol, nothing about this is logical anyway, honestly i just needed them to fuck by that point, i'm just a girl ┐(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)┌ ) and wdym there's more than a 100 (hundred!!?) of you here already!!1? thats insane, i could kiss u all. and i'm really overwhelmed by the love you've given me on my first post, truly thank you so much, i'm so grateful to each of you who reblogged and/or left a comment. pls feel free to drop by and send an ask to lmk your thoughts or literally anything, i would love to chat with you all <3 you'll see me next in march, unfortunately exam szn doesn't let me be horny 💔