mango

it was soft and gentle on your tongue each time you summoned him. to eat, to follow you through the city whilst you ran errands and to kneel by your side when it was time to wash him clean. his fluffy tail would wag so happily back then, those big brown eyes looking up at you like you hung the moon.

but his name no longer sounded gentle nor soft when it ripped through you, raw and desperate, nothing like the way it once rested on your tongue.

“ta-taki—! get off! i’m serious—!”

your voice laced in pure panic broke into a terrified gasp as the tall puppy hybrid slammed his full weight down onto you, crushing you into the mattress. your panties ripped to shreds by paws you once stroked absentmindedly, paws you once stroked absentmindedly, never thinking they could learn how to hurt. but he’s an animal after all. and animals didn’t ask. they took what they wanted.

“please… don’t scream like that,” taki whined pitifully, voice cracking even as his sharp claws frantically shredded what had remained of your panties. the delicate fabric tore apart with a loud rip, leaving you bare and trembling beneath him.

“it hurts, y/n— need to make it stop..please..” you could hear the pout in his voice as he gently lapped at your neck, voice cracking like a scolded puppy even as his hips kept grinding on your ass with pitiful desperation and need. “nghh… but you smell so good… mm— i’m sorry…”

his fluffy ears brushed your hair as he inhaled deeply, nose pressed to your pulse point, breathing you in like he was addicted. maybe he truly was. maybe you just hadn’t noticed how deeply it had already taken root.

you thought back to the quiet nights over the past two weeks, when you still believed taki was nothing more than his usual sweet, clingy self.

you didn’t think much of how he would crawl into your bed after you fell asleep, pressing his warm body against your back under the excuse that he just didn’t feel well. you’d stir half-awake and hear his fluffy tail gently thumping against the bed, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. “don’t feel well…you don’t want me to suffer, do you? i’ve been such a good boy. i always listen. just let me hold you. i promise i won’t do anything bad…” his voice low and gentle, rumbling against the shell of your ear, warm breath ghosting over your skin like a promise he already knew he’d break.

his fluffy tail curled around your waist, while his burning body leaned into yours. you felt the hard, throbbing outline of his cock against your stomach, already leaking through his pants.

“just a little grinding… it helps the pain,” he whispered against your ear, hips already moving in slow, needy rolls against your ass. “see? i’m being gentle. you make it better. you always make it better.” one of his hands sliding up, palm flattening over your chest, right above your heart—like he was claiming the rhythm there too.

every time you tried to pull away he’d tighten his hold, nipping lightly at your shoulder with a soft, hurt whimper. “why are you being mean to me? i love you so much… don’t you love me too? don’t make me beg. i just feel sick. you are supposed to take care of me…”

by morning his scent had soaked into your sheets, your skin, your clothes.

and now that same scent was everywhere—thick, heavy, and suffocating as it poured off his fevered body in waves. that same clinginess had warped into something much dark and much more primal—giving into the instincts that had always lived beneath his soft puppy exterior.

in the place of the sweet puppy you once coddled was someone now purely driven by instinct—feral, possessive, and dangerously hungry.

a low, needy groan rumbled in his chest, as his fever-hot body pinned you beneath him. his thick cock twitching hard against your bare folds, leaking hot precum all over your skin.

“mmph—it hurts, y/n—need to make it stop…please..” he says, hands tugging at the remaining fabric covering your cunt. nipping at your neck and leaving long, slobbery kisses along your skin as if he's trying to convince you this is out of love and not out of pure instinct. the instinct to breed

“you love me, right? you brought me home.”

taki’s warm breath ghosted hot against your ear, his voice a trembling, needy whine that sounded far too sweet for what he was doing. his large hands groped greedily at your bare skin, claws lightly pricking as they squeezed your waist, your hips, your thighs—touching everywhere like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

you could feel how much he wanted more.

and how he wouldn’t stop until he got it

“i need you… it hurts…please, please, please let me in—just this once… promise—nngh…i’ll be so good afterward…” the thick smell of musk, cedar wood, dark chocolate, shed fur, and desperate arousal filled the room.

the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt, the feeling of his hot and throbbing cock pressed up against your now bare ass makes you whimper—how it grinds against you. the mushroom tip catching against your folds as he lets out small whines and pants whilst he bucks into you.

"please dont do this.." you try to turn your head, and when your gaze finally collides with his, the taki you once adopted is gone. in his place was something colder. something you no longer recognized. something feral. his usually warm brown eyes had turned almost black, pupils blown wide with raw, animalistic need. the bright, sunshine smile you used to love was twisted into a hungry, predatory grin that showed too many sharp teeth. his light brown hair, damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, while his ears stood stiff and alert, twitching at every shaky breath you took.

it was almost comical how his fluffy tail kept wagging—fast, erratic thumps against the mattress behind him, like an excited puppy who had just been promised his favorite treat. the innocent

wag clashed violently with the feral intensity in his eyes and the way his claws dug possessively into your hips, holding you down like prey.

taki let out a soft, pitiful whimper—almost like he felt bad—but his hips never stopped moving and that was proof that his guilt was nothing more than a pretty mask. a clever ruse, one thin and fragile, already burning away under the heat of his rut.

one clawed hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to keep looking at him while his other paw spread your thighs wider. he continued to hump against your ass, cock dipping dangerously low. the thick, leaking head catching against your slick entrance with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.

with one particularly rough thrust, you felt the tip of his cock breach your hole, and a strangled cry escaped you. in contrast, a broken, needy whimper tore from taki’s throat the moment the head of his cock pushed inside—half apology, half pure relief. his golden eyes fluttered, pupils blown wide as the heat of your pussy enveloped just the fat, leaking tip of his cock. sweat rolled down his temples, dripping onto your shoulder while his body trembled violently above you.

you were no virgin, but you knew he wasn’t exactly small—simply from daily life. when he walked around in just his boxers or slept in your bed, only for you to wake up with his thick morning wood pressed against your ass.

“nngh—! fuck… so tight… so perfect…” he whines, wrecked, and cracking between low, aggressive snarls as his hips jerk forward.

“mm sorry… mmph…ah it. take all of me. you can do it for me, baby. you have to.” you know theres no way you can take all of him. he was built for breeding, not for comfort.

but as your hole tightens, pushing the head of his cock out, the tiny bit of self control taki had, finally dissipated into nothingness. he thrusted forward, forcing the thick head of his cock past your entrance in one brutal push. the stretch burned viciously—his size far too much, too sudden. a sharp cry tearing from your throat, but he only moaned louder, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. the pain causing your vision to blur and head to pound, only the sound of taki’s soft declarations of love and false apologies spilling against your ear.

every inch he forces into you causes tears to flow faster and sharp sobs to fall from your throat. his hips piston without regard for your cries, his claws sinking into your hips almost hard enough

to draw blood. his teeth graze against your jaw, breath hot and ragged against your ear as he drives deeper.

“i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…” he whimpered pitifully, voice cracking just as used to when you scolded him. the sound soft even as his hips snapped forward again, driving another thick inch deeper into your resisting body. “… nghh… but you feel so good… so tight… mm— i’m sorry, y/n, i can’t stop…”, hips pressed flush against your ass causing you both gasp.

“taki please..” you tremble, not just from fear but from how good it feels. hating your body for responding so much to what you did not consent to.

ignoring your plees, he starts thrusting, each snap of his hips deliberate, while those stupid ears bounce with his movements. he leans down, nose pressing into the crook of your neck as he picks up speed, tail thumping against the mattress rhythmically. "nngh, s'good... so fucking good..." he pants. you can feel his thick pulsing knot hit at your entrance with each thrust.

threatening to lock him inside as he fucks you with desperate, uneven strokes.

one hand abandoning your body to grip at your hair. you can hear the obscene squelching of his cock moving in your wetness, the bed creaking beneath you both. his stomach pressing against your back as he fucks into you sloppily. hips losing their rhythm.

his knot suddenly catches at your entrance, making both of you moan loudly. the swollen bulb pushes against your stretched hole, refusing to slide back out. your body clenches around the thick intrusion on instinct, only making the pressure worse— he fat knot bulging harder against your entrance, demanding to be let in.

taki’s breath hitches, a broken whimper escaping him as he starts moving faster and rougher, chasing the inevitable lock. one hand stayed buried in your hair, gripping possessively, while the other moves up to grope at your breasts, squeezing and kneading with desperate need.

"fuck, fuck, f-fuck...mm gonna knot you—”

“no, bad dog! taki! not inside! please!” your desperate cry shatters through the room, voice trembling with panic and unwanted pleasure. but the words only seemed to make him whimper louder, a pitiful, wounded sound even as his body betrayed how little it cared.

taki’s fluffy ears flattened completely against his head, eyes full of wet tears. with one big thrust and his knot fully locks inside you with a wet pop sound, swollen and pulsing, refusing to budge even an inch. he moaned deeply— knot and throbbing cock stuck deep within your soaked cunt, hips jerking uncontrollably now; fucking into you as he reaches his peak.

"mmmhnghh..."

warm seed floods into your womb, thick streams pumping directly into you. you whimper at the feeling. he buries his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin before they sink into your flesh, his knot ruts further into you, sealing himself inside you—hips continuing to buck involuntarily, milking more seed into your cunt.

“i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…” he whined softly against your neck, voice breaking beautifully while his hips kept grinding in tiny, helpless circles, forcing the knot even deeper—thrusting keep almost like he was trying to push into your womb itself, “please dont call me bad dog… it hurts when you say that… nghh… i can’t stop. i need this to feel better—my knot won’t come out… mmmh…it’s stuck..”

you let out another broken cry as his hips gave another helpless little grind that made the knot tug deliciously against your walls.

“don’t be mad at me… please? it really hurts when you call me bad dog… i’m still your good boy. i promise i’ll be gentle after this… just let me keep cumming inside you a little longer. my knot feels so good when it’s stuck in you like this… mmmhnghh… warm and tight… i can’t stop filling you…gonna fill you up every day..." he mumbles drowsily against your shoulder, his thrusting slowing to lazy humps. silent tears still streaming down your face.

and deep down, you knew he was telling the truth. his needy thrusts hadn’t stopped even while he was still filling you up, hips jerking in tiny, helpless circles as his knot pulsed and throbbed. he was going to stay locked inside you for a long time, his fevered mind already fixed on breeding you again the second the knot started to soften.

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His desk digs into your hips, cold against overheated skin, papers crumpling under your palms as he bends you further.

Your clothes are barely out of the way, hanging awkwardly off your bodies, leaving you exposed in all the right ways.

You’re bent over it, one leg hooked up, cunt spread open and dripping, breath already ragged before he even lines up again.

Mingi doesn’t give you time to think. 

He slams back in, stretching you wide in one punishing thrust that punches the air from your lungs.

He crowds in tight behind you, chest plastered to your back, all furnace heat and heavy muscle pinning you down until your chest is flush with the surface again. 

A sharp moan tears out of you, too loud, too sudden.

“Shh—” he breathes instantly, like a reflex.

sweat-damp hair from your face before sliding down to grip the meat of your thigh. Fingers dig in hard, yanking your leg wider, spreading you obscenely so he can sink even deeper.

His forehead drops between your shoulder blades.

You feel it in the way he exhales. Heavy. Shaky. Not controlled.

His other hand finds yours on the desk, fingers slipping between yours without looking, squeezing once like he needs it. Like he needs you to steady him while he fucks you apart.

“God… fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters against your back, voice low, strained.

You swallow, shifting slightly, and that’s enough to make him react. His grip tightens, his hips thrusting faster, sharper, each movement leaving a sting where his nails scrape against your skin.

Too sensitive. Too gone already.

His hand rears back and comes down sharp. Once, twice. Hard spanks that sting across your cheeks. 

You jolt, cunt clenching tight around him; he groans like it hurts him too.

“Fuck—do that again,” he growls, spanking once more, lighter this time but possessive, palm lingering to knead the reddening skin. “Squeeze me like that, baby. Let me feel how much you want it.”

Your lips part on a choked sound.

“You’re gonna get us caught…” you whisper, breathless, but there’s no force behind it. No real protest.

He huffs something that almost sounds like a laugh, but it breaks halfway through.

“Then stop me.”

You don’t. You push back instead, driving him deeper until his cockhead kisses your cervix and you both shudder.

That’s all it takes.

His hands are suddenly everywhere, like he doesn’t know where to hold you, like he needs to touch all of you at once or he might lose his mind.

His mouth follows the same pattern. Messy. Unplanned. Your shoulder. Your neck. The curve where your spine dips. 

Not slow. Not careful. Hungry, like he’s been holding it in too long.

You gasp again, quieter this time, biting it back, your fingers tightening in his as your forehead presses harder into the desk.

Everything feels too loud.

Your breathing. Your slick-soaked thighs slapping together. The wet squelch every time he bottoms out. The faint creak of furniture under you.

Mingi lifts his head just enough to glance at the door. Quick. Automatic. Then he’s back on you immediately, because he can’t stay away longer than a second.

Every touch, every shift, every small scrape of him against you feels like it’s marking you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here—” you murmur, voice barely there.

His hands still. Just for a beat. His breath ghosts over your skin, slower now, heavier.

“We shouldn’t be doing this at all.”

It’s quiet. Not teasing. Not playful. Something else. It lingers between you for half a second too long.

Then he moves again, rougher this time, faster, like he’s trying to outrun the thought, bury it somewhere neither of you has to look at.

The slapping of skin against skin, muted by the papers beneath you, fills your ears. 

Your own moans start small, shaky, then louder, betraying you until his large hand clamps over your mouth, fingers pressing firm but careful. 

He keeps thrusting, hips grinding, needing every reaction, every sound.

His free hand cracks down on your ass again, harder, then soothes the burn with a rough palm rub before gripping tight to hold you still while he fucks into you relentlessly.

Your grip on the desk tightens. His on you does too.

Between grunts he presses soft, reverent kisses to your temple, murmuring your name like a prayer. Your moans fight for escape, caught each time by his hand, muffled but urgent.

“Mine,” he breathes against your skin, voice cracking. “You’re fucking mine.”

And for a moment, it’s just that. Heat, breath, hands, the two of you too close, too much. 

Then, footsteps. Voices. Right outside his studio.

Everything stops. Not gradually. Instantly.

Mingi stills behind you, chest pressed to your back, both of you frozen in place like if you don’t move, the world won’t notice.

Another step. Closer.

Your heart jumps into your throat.

“Fuck—” he breathes, barely sound.

You move first. You always do. You push yourself up too fast, pulling away from him like you’ve been burned, fixing your clothes with shaking hands that you force steady.

Mingi takes a second longer. Just one. Like his body hasn’t caught up yet.

He pulls out quickly, then hastily adjusts both your clothes and his own, trying to look presentable, dragging a hand through his hair, breathing hard, trying to pull himself together.

The handle turns.

And just like that, everything soft between you disappears.

The door swings open and Hongjoong steps in, already mid-sentence, tablet in hand.

“Mingi, I need you to—”

He stops. His eyes flick between you, the room, the air that still feels too warm, too thick.

You don’t give him time to think. You straighten, fast, expression snapping into place like a switch flipped.

“What?” Your tone is sharp. Flat. Annoyed.

Mingi blinks. Just once. He’s still too close to you. Still breathing a little too hard. Still not fully there.

You step away from the desk, putting space between you like it means nothing.

“I asked you for the revised track yesterday,” you continue, already moving, already creating distance. “And now I have to come here and chase you down for it?”

Mingi looks at you like he doesn’t recognize you. Like he’s still catching up.

Hongjoong’s gaze sharpens slightly. “Mingi?” he prompts.

That’s when it hits him. You see it. The moment his expression hardens. The shift. The mask sliding into place, not as smooth as yours. Never as smooth. But there.

He exhales through his nose, slow.

“Maybe if you didn’t change the notes every five minutes, I’d actually have something finished.”

There’s bite to it. 

But underneath? Something off. Something tight.

You scoff, crossing your arms.

“Oh, right. It’s my fault now.” A dry laugh. “You’re the one who’s always late, Mingi. Not me.”

He steps back, finally putting more space between you, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, because I have to redo everything you send me.”

Hongjoong shifts his weight, watching.

You don’t let up.

“Maybe if you took things seriously the first time, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

That one lands. You see it in the way his jaw tightens. In the way his shoulders square just a little too stiffly.

He laughs, but it’s hollow.

“Or maybe you just like having an excuse to micromanage everything.”

The room feels colder now. Like nothing happened here minutes ago. Like your pulse isn’t still uneven.

Like his eyes didn’t just—

No.

You cut it off.

“That’s literally my job,” you snap. “Which, by the way, I’m doing for the whole group. Not just you.”

Hongjoong raises a hand slightly.

“Okay—”

But you keep going. Because you have to sell it. Because hesitation is dangerous.

“And I’d appreciate it if you acted like you cared about that for once.”

Silence. 

Mingi stares at you. Something flickers across his face. Not anger. Something quieter. Heavier. Then it’s gone.

“Fine,” he says, flat. “I’ll send it tonight.”

“Please do,” you reply, just as cold.

Hongjoong clears his throat, stepping in before it can stretch any further.

“Alright. That’s enough.” His tone is calm, but firm. “Mingi, just get me the updated take before tomorrow morning. We’ll review it together.”

Mingi nods once.

“Yeah.”

Hongjoong glances between you again. Suspicion? Maybe. Or maybe just discomfort. Either way, he doesn’t push it.

“I’ll leave you two to… not kill each other,” he mutters, already turning toward the door.

It closes behind him with a soft click. Silence drops heavy in its wake.

For a second, neither of you moves.

Until he turns, slow, and sits back against the edge of the desk like his legs suddenly don’t feel like holding him up anymore. Arms crossing over his chest, gaze dropping to the floor.

Then you exhale, tension draining out of you in one slow breath.

And just like that, you turn back. Easy. Light. Like nothing really happened.

A small smile pulls at your lips as you step into him again, slipping between his legs like you always do, closing the space without hesitation. 

“We’re good at that,” you murmur, almost amused. “No one suspects anything.”

Your hand slides up his chest, fingers brushing over the fabric of his shirt like you already know what comes next.

You lean in, pressing a quick, wet kiss to his neck, right where you left off minutes ago. Your lips linger there for a second longer this time, softer, teasing.

“See?” you whisper against his skin.

Your fingers move to his shirt, already working at the buttons again, slow but sure, like you’re just picking up where you left off. Like you always do.

But this time he stops you. His hand catches your wrists mid-motion. Firm. Not rough. But enough.

You freeze.

Your lips hover near his skin, your breath still warm against him, but your body goes still almost instantly.

That’s new.

You pull back slightly, blinking up at him, a small crease forming between your brows.

“Baby…?”

He doesn’t look at you right away.

His grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go immediately either, like he’s not sure what to do with your hand once he has it.

And that’s when it hits you.

Something’s wrong. Because normally, normally he would’ve followed you. Would’ve let you pull him right back in. Would’ve wanted it just as much.

Your other hand comes up instinctively, softer this time, brushing lightly against his jaw, instead of gripping.

“Hey…” your voice drops, concern slipping in under the warmth. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Flat. Immediate.

You almost roll your eyes at that. Almost.

“Don’t do that,” he scoffs. 

“Do what?”

“This.” His jaw tightens. “Act like that didn’t just happen.”

You tilt your head slightly, like you don’t fully get it. Like you’re not standing in the exact same tension he is.

“What?” you shrug, light on purpose. “We handled it, didn’t we? That’s the point.”

His head lifts. And the look he gives you makes your stomach drop. He doesn’t look like he did two minutes ago. He looks tired.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

Your brows knit, a small edge creeping in now.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re talking about this like it’s a system. Like it’s… I don’t know, something we just execute and move on from.”

Your hands press a little firmer into his shoulder, grounding yourself more than him.

“It is a system,” you reply, sharper now. “It has to be. That’s how we keep it from blowing up in our faces. If anyone finds out—”

“I know what happens if they find out.”

He cuts you off, sharper this time. Something in his tone makes you stop.

Mingi shifts forward slightly, but not toward you. Not into you. Just away from where you had him.

“I know exactly what we’re risking,” he says, quieter. “You don’t have to keep reminding me like I haven’t thought about it every single day.”

There’s something sitting under his words. Not anger. Something heavier.

You swallow, but you don’t back down.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Because I’m tired of feeling like I only get half of you.”

That knocks the air out of you. Your hands falter.

“Baby, that’s not fair.”

“It is fair,” he pushes, not louder, just more certain. “I can’t even look at you the wrong way when someone’s around. I can’t stand too close, can’t touch you unless I’m checking the door first like we’re doing something wrong.”

Your chest tightens, but you don’t interrupt.

Because you know.

“I have to pretend I don’t care about you,” he continues, voice rougher now. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“I do,” you snap back, quicker than you meant to. “You think I don’t?”

He stills.

And that opens something in you too.

“You think it’s easy for me to walk past you like that?” your voice shakes now, not loud, just full. “To hear you laugh with someone else and not even be able to look at you for too long in case someone notices?”

You shake your head, breath uneven.

“I hate it too, Mingi.”

That hangs there. Heavy. Real. But it doesn’t fix it.

He exhales, dragging a hand through his hair.

“Then why does it feel like you’re okay with it?”

That one stings.

“I’m not okay with it,” you say, softer now, but firmer. “I’m surviving it.”

Silence.

“I don’t want to hide you,” you add, quieter, your hands slipping away from him now, folding into yourself instead. “I don’t want to act like you don’t matter to me. I don’t want to fake argue with you in front of people just so no one gets suspicious.”

Your throat tightens.

“I don’t want any of that.”

“Then why are we still doing it?” he asks, and there’s no anger left in it. Just exhaustion.

Because that’s the question, isn’t it.

You inhale, but it catches halfway.

“Because if we don’t,” you say slowly, forcing the words out steady even when your chest isn’t, “I lose everything I’ve built.”

Your eyes meet his.

“And I’m not willing to throw my life away just to prove that I love you.”

That lands between you, sharp but honest.

Mingi flinches slightly, but you don’t take it back.

“I’ve worked for this,” you continue, your voice steadier now, even as your eyes start to burn. “This job, this position… I didn’t get it because of you. I got it because I’m good at what I do.”

He nods faintly, because he knows that.

“I love what I do,” you add, softer now. “I love being there. I love creating, being part of it, building something that’s mine.” Your voice wavers just slightly. “I don’t want to give that up.”

A pause.

“But I don’t want to give you up either.”

Your composure slips, just a little.

“I want both,” you admit, a tear finally spilling despite the way you blink it back. “I want to be able to stand next to you and not feel like I’m about to lose my career because of it.”

Your breath shakes.

“I want to hold your hand without thinking about who’s watching. I want to look at you without calculating angles and timing and excuses.”

Another tear follows, quieter.

“I’m tired too, Mingi.”

That one comes out smaller.

More honest than anything else.

“I’m tired of being careful all the time. Of turning everything into strategy. Of having to think three steps ahead just to kiss you for five seconds.”

You let out a weak, breathless laugh that doesn’t really land.

“I hate it.”

Silence stretches again, but this time it’s not empty.

It’s full of everything you’ve both been holding in.

“I just…” you shake your head, frustrated now, overwhelmed by how impossible it all feels. “I don’t know how to fix it.”

Your voice drops.

“Because if we get caught, I lose my job. Not maybe. Not eventually. Immediately.”

You look at him, eyes glassy.

“And I don’t want you to fix that for me,” you add quickly, almost before he can speak. “I don’t want you paying for me or finding me something else or making it easier.”

Your head shakes again.

“I want my life. The one I built. And I want you in it.”

That’s the conflict.

“I don’t think that’s unreasonable,” you whisper, even if it feels like it is.

Your fingers curl into your palms, like you don’t know where to put them anymore.

“I just don’t know how to have both without risking losing one.”

A breath. Small. Fragile.

“And I’m scared that if I choose wrong…” your voice softens even more, almost breaking now, “I lose you anyway.”

You press your lips together, trying to steady your breathing, but it’s uneven now, emotions catching up too fast.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“I know.”

“I just—” you shake your head, frustrated, overwhelmed “—I don’t know how to do this without ruining everything. I don’t want this to be the last time I get to hold you,” you admit, voice barely there now, weak in a way you hate. 

But that’s it. That’s the truth of it. Not fear. Not avoidance. Just no good options.

What’s left is you standing there in front of him, eyes wet, shoulders tight, like you’ve been holding this together for way too long.

And for the first time, you’re not trying to fix it, you’re just letting him see it.

Mingi exhales slowly, like he’s trying to hold himself together.

He fails.

“Hey… baby—” it slips out of him, rough, immediate, like he can’t keep the distance anymore.

His hands come up fast, firm around your waist, pulling you into him in one solid motion until you’re flush against his chest.

The impact knocks a small breath out of you.

His arms wrap around you tight. Strong. Not letting you go anywhere.

Your hands clutch at his shirt instantly, gripping like you need to anchor yourself.

“Mingi—”

“Stop… breathe,” he murmurs, voice low, sweet, completely different from before. “I’m right here.”

One hand slides up to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, holding you there gently as his chin rests against you. His other hand moves slow over your back, rubbing small, grounding circles.

You melt into him without thinking, pressing closer, like you can get closer than this.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, quieter now, but there’s something unmovable in it. “You hear me?”

Your breath stutters against his chest.

“But—”

“I’m not leaving you,” he insists, pulling back just enough to look at you.

His hand comes up, thumb brushing under your eye, wiping away the tears you didn’t even realize were still falling.

“You really think I’d let you go that easily?”

There’s something almost offended in the softness of his voice.

You let out a weak, shaky giggle, your hands still fisted in his shirt.

“I’m scared,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

“I know.”

His chin rests lightly against your hair.

“I know you are,” he says again, softer. “I’m not asking you to throw your life away.”

His hand slides down your arm, slow, reassuring, until his fingers lace loosely with yours, squeezing once.

“I would never ask you to do that.”

That settles into you.

Because you believe him.

“I just…” he exhales, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to make you see him. “I don’t want to feel like loving you is something I have to hide.”

Your chest tightens again.

“I don’t want that either,” you whisper quickly. “I don’t, I just—”

The words tangle.

You drop your forehead against his collarbone, your grip tightening on him again.

“We could lose everything,” you murmur. “This could ruin you too, Mingi.”

His hands shift, slower now, sliding over your sides, thumbs brushing back and forth like he’s keeping you anchored right here.

“I know,” he says. Not dismissing it. Not brushing it away. Just knowing.

You lift your head, meeting his eyes properly this time.

“And you’re still asking me to risk it?”

There’s a small flicker of something in his gaze. Not doubt. Conviction.

“I’m asking you to try,” he answers quietly. “With me.”

Your breath catches. Because that’s the difference. Not jumping. Not falling. Not burning everything down.

Just stepping forward together.

You study him a second longer, memorizing the mole on his cheek, the way his lashes dip when he’s sad. Weighing everything you could lose against everything standing right in front of you.

You look at the way he’s holding you like you’re something he refuses to lose.

At the way his thumb keeps brushing your skin like he needs the contact as much as you do.

At the way he’s not backing away from any of it.

You swallow. Then, softer, “We can try.”

It’s not loud. Not dramatic. But it’s enough. You see it in the way something in him loosens. In the way his shoulders drop, just slightly, like he can finally breathe.

His hand comes up to your face, slower this time, thumb tracing your cheek, catching the last of your tears.

“You’re not losing yourself,” he murmurs. “You’re not losing your work. I’ll be right there, okay? Whatever happens… we deal with it together.”

Your chest tightens again, but this time it’s different. Full. Overwhelmed.

You nod faintly, but your thoughts start spiraling anyway, words slipping out before you can stop them.

“I just— what if I mess everything up? What if we don’t even know how to do this right… if we tell the company or wait until it gets out, and then they think I used you to get here, and the others feel like we’ve been lying to them this whole time, and all of this pressure just… changes us and—”

He doesn’t let you finish.

His hand tightens at your jaw just enough to stop the spiral, and then he kisses you.

Not soft. Not hesitant. It’s immediate. Deep. Like he needs you to feel it instead of overthinking it.

It cuts through everything.

Your words dissolve against his mouth, your breath catching as his other hand pulls you even closer, like there’s still space between you he doesn't allow to exist.

You melt into it instantly, your hands sliding up into his hair, pulling him closer without thinking.

“Baby,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls back just enough to speak. “One thing at a time.”

The kiss deepens on its own. Not rushed, but inevitable.

Like everything that’s been building between you finally has somewhere to go.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against him until you feel every hard inch of him pressed against your stomach. 

A small shiver runs through you at the way he holds you now, like he’s not afraid to anymore.

“Come here,” he murmurs against your lips.

He doesn’t wait.

He turns you with a firm hand at your waist, the other sliding under your thigh as he lifts you just enough to set you on the desk himself.

His hands don’t leave you. They spread your legs just enough for him to step in between, settling there like he’s done it a hundred times before.

His chest presses into yours again, breath heavier now, lips brushing yours without quite kissing you again.

He’s holding himself back by a thread.

“Stay right there,” he murmurs, low, almost strained.

Your fingers curl tighter in his hair, pulling him the last inch.

You’re close. So close. Same place. Same space. But everything feels different now.

No pretending. No rushing. No looking over your shoulder. Chosen.

Mingi’s hands find your waist again, but this time they don’t hesitate. They hold. Firm. Hungry. Like he’s allowed to. Because he is.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, breath already uneven.

You do.

And it hits all over again. The weight of what you just said. What you agreed to. What you’re risking.

For him.

His thumb presses into your skin, grounding, like he feels it too.

His mouth is on yours again, deeper this time. Hungrier. Not careful anymore. Not holding back.

Your hands tug at his shirt, and his laugh is breathless against your lips as he helps you, both of you fumbling, pulling, not patient enough to be neat about it. Fabric bunches, slips, disappears somewhere behind you.

He yanks your panties down with your help, the fabric catching briefly on your thighs before it’s gone. His own pants shove down just enough. Dick springing free, heavy, already leaking at the tip.

You gasp when his palm slides down to cup your ass. Squeezing hard, possessive, lifting you just enough to drag your hips forward until your his dick rests just against your entrance.

“Gonna go slow,” he promises, voice wrecked. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod, legs spreading wider, inviting.

He pulls back just far enough to wrap his hand around himself. Two slow, firm strokes, spreading your wetness along his length while his eyes stay locked on yours. Then he lines up again, the head nudging your folds.

He pushes in.

Slow. Constant. No pause.

You whimper, thighs shaking. He’s splitting you open inch by slow inch, walls clenching around him. When he’s halfway in you already feel stuffed. Full in the best way.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmurs, thumb circling your clit gently to ease you. “Let me in.”

The stretch is sharp and sweet. Your walls yielding inch by inch as he sinks deeper, until his hips finally press flush to yours and he’s buried balls-deep, filling you so completely your breath snags in your throat.

You both moan at the same time. Low and broken. Your nails biting into his shoulders as your body flutters helplessly around him.

“Fuck,” he exhales against your mouth, like the word got stuck in his chest. “Still— yeah… still so good.”

He stays still for a long second, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re taking me so good,” he whispers, voice reverent. “Look at you… stretched so pretty around my cock.”

You clench involuntarily at his words. He groans like it hurts.

Then he starts moving.

Slow rolls at first. 

Pulling out halfway, sliding back in, letting you feel every drag. His hands grip your ass again, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, using the handfuls to guide your hips in a slow grind against him.

You don’t even realize you’re arching into him until his grip flexes, like he’s encouraging it.

“Don’t hide from me again,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, your mouth again. “I don’t want to feel like I have to steal you.”

“I’m not,” you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. “I’m right here.”

He groans softly at that. Not loud. Not showy. Just real, his cock pulsing once inside you like your words punched straight through him.

His forehead presses to yours for a second, grounding himself.

Then his hands move again. Urgent now. Desperate. Like he needs to feel every inch of you to believe this is real.

You gasp into his mouth when he pulls you closer, your legs move to circle his waist, heels digging into his ass to keep his cock buried exactly where you want it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, voice rough. “Like that. Don’t—don’t let me go.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” you whisper, almost teasing, but it comes out softer. More honest than you meant.

That does something to him. You feel it in the way his grip tightens. The way his breath stutters.

“Say that again,” he murmurs, but there’s no teasing in it. Just raw need.

“I’m not letting you go.”

His eyes close for half a second.

And when he moves again, it’s deeper. Closer. Like he’s trying to carve himself into your body. Each thrust now drags his tip over that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

You moan brokenly. He leans down, tongue dragging hot and wet up the column of your throat, then lower, tasting the salt of your skin.

His hand fists the hem of your top and shoves it up roughly, bunching the fabric high against your ribs. Fingers hook the bra cup and yank it down in one impatient tug, freeing your breasts.

His mouth closes over one nipple. He sucks. Hard. Teeth grazing just enough to sting. You arch, scratching down his back, nails leaving red lines he’ll feel tomorrow. 

He switches to the other nipple, nibbling, tugging with his lips until it’s swollen and shiny with his saliva.

“Harder,” you gasp.

He obeys.

His pace picks up. Deeper, faster. Each thrust makes the desk tremble underneath you. 

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. He’s fucking you harder every minute. Control slipping, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

“Mine,” he breathes without thinking, the word falling out of him raw. “You’re—fuck— you’re mine.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair. “Yours.”

It comes out just as broken. Just as real.

That’s when something in him snaps. Not control. Restraint.

His hands are everywhere now. Your waist. Your back. Your hair. Pulling you closer every time you move, like even a sliver of space is unbearable. 

His cock hits deeper, stretching you to the limit, the head kissing your cervix with every thrust.

His hips snap harder. The desk creaks under the force. A pair of headphones and a stack of notebooks slide off the edge and hit the floor with soft thuds you barely register.

“Let them see,” he mutters against your mouth, words spilling now, unfiltered. “I don’t care anymore. I want them to know. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Your breath catches hard at that.

“Min—”

“I mean it,” he presses, softer now but somehow more intense. His forehead drops to your shosulder. “I’m not hiding you. Not ever again.”

Something in your chest cracks open.

“I know,” you whisper.

And you do.

That’s what makes this different.

The way he looks at you now. The way he holds you. The way he says things without pulling back.

You cling to him tighter, your voice breaking when you speak again.

“I'ts too much.”

“I know,” he answers immediately. No hesitation. No dismissal. Just truth.

His hand comes up to your face again, thumb brushing your cheek, grounding you even as everything else feels like it’s spinning.

“But I’ve got you,” he adds, quieter. “I swear, I’ve got you.”

Your eyes sting.

And then he’s kissing you again, like he needs to prove it instead of just saying it.

It turns messy after that.

Breath mixing. Words breaking apart between kisses. Your name falling from his lips like he can’t stop saying it.

His hand slides up, fingers wrapping loosely around your throat, not squeezing, just firm enough to guide. 

His thumb presses under your jaw, tilting your head up slowly, forcing your gaze to meet his. Dark eyes burn into yours, holding you there while his cock still throbs inside you.

“Look at me,” he rasps, voice wrecked and low.

You do.

His thumb shifts, dragging across your lower lip, parting it roughly. “Open.”

Your lips part on instinct, mouth falling open for him.

He leans in close, and spits. A thick, warm string landing right on your tongue. 

You taste him instantly, salty and raw; your walls clenches hard around him in response.

“Swallow,” he growls softly.

You do. Slow, eyes never leaving his.

He groans like the sight alone could ruin him, then crashes his mouth back to yours. He kisses you harder, deeper, tongue plunging in to chase every trace of himself on yours, hand still cradling your throat like he owns the very breath you take.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Right here. Don’t drift.”

“I’m here,” you gasp. “I’m right here.”

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s my girl.”

He pushes forward more, crowding you until your back arches, forcing you to lean back on one hand braced flat against the table to keep from toppling backward with him. 

But he doesn’t let the space grow. He just buries his face deeper into the crook of your shoulder, hot breaths fanning your skin.

Low moans spill from him, turning ragged, almost whimpers. Desperate. Close. His whole body trembles against yours like he’s unraveling thread by thread.

“Need you,” he pants into your neck, voice wrecked. “Fuck—need you so bad.”

His hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing firm, fast circles exactly the way you like, the way he’s learned makes you break. 

Your thighs shake harder around him, your braced arm trembling as you try to hold the angle.

And in the middle of it, soft. Unplanned. Like it slipped past every wall he had left, “I love you.”

Everything stills for a second.

Not the movement. Not the closeness. Just something inside you.

You look at him. And he doesn’t take it back. Doesn’t look away.

“Say it again,” you whisper.

“I love you,” he repeats, firmer this time.

Your chest tightens.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

His hold tightens, his face pressing into your neck, your shoulder, like he needs to feel it, not just hear it.

His rhythm stutters, then drives even harder, deeper, chasing. His fingers rub messy, desperate circles on your clit, determined to drag you over with him.

Everything after that is overwhelming. Close. Intense. Real. He doesn’t let go.

His other hand claws down your back, nails dragging red lines as his hips slam once, twice more. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

“Gonna cum,” he warns, voice shredded. “Inside you—fuck—baby, can I—?”

You nod frantically between pants, thighs shaking around him.

A deep, guttural groan rips from his throat when he buries himself to the hilt and comes, pulsing inside you, his whole body shuddering against yours.

You arch harder into him at the feel of it, clenching tight around every thick spurt, tipping over the edge with a sharp, broken cry. 

Your free hand fists in his hair, holding him close to your neck as waves crash through you. You press shaky kisses into his hair while he rides it out, trembling, spilling everything he has.

Even when you both fall apart, breathless, shaking, you’re clinging to each other like the world outside doesn’t exist.

He stays there.

Slowly, still buried deep inside you, he straightens just enough to meet your eyes again. He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t even think about it.

Your legs stay wrapped around him. His arms cage you against his chest. You’re still perched on the desk, thighs spread, his cum slowly leaking around where you’re joined.

One hand comes up, gentle now, brushing sweat-damp strands of hair back from your face. His thumb traces your cheekbone. A small, wrecked smile curves his lips. So proud of you, so soft, so full of love.

“You did so good for me,” he murmurs, voice low and tender, eyes shining. “Look at you. My beautiful girl.”

He leans in, presses a long, lingering kiss to your forehead. Then another. Breathing you in.

You laugh softly between breaths, a little shaky, a little disbelieving. He smiles against your lips, pressing a slow kiss there. Then another. Softer now. Gentle.

“I promise we’ll figure it out,” he murmurs. 

His thumb brushes your cheek again.

“Together.”

And this time, when you nod, you mean it.

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-☆-

Landing here wasn't exactly what you had expected it to be. You assumed spaceship travel would be the hardest part about moving to a new planet, especially due to how easy everything had seemed on paper. But, now that you were actually here, standing in the "airport", it was becoming clear it would be a lot more complicated.

When you had first been offered by your boring, office job that you could permanently transfer to a new branch on a nearby alien planet, you thought it was a gag by your boss. You had been hearing around that as of recent certain planets were becoming more accessible to human life, and you knew some aliens were migrating to some places on earth. However, you never imagine it was that easy. In your mind, only people who worked in that field or paid a lot of money would be allowed to do that kind of thing. Not a middle class, barely making it by office worker.

Though, once you realized the trip was sponsered by a well-known space traveling company, one that had aliens on their team, you began to think that maybe it was legit.

You weren't super familiar with alien planets, or alien life for that matter, but the offer did seem like something worth looking into. Most things would be paid for, and it seems they were even offering a promotion to work in the new branch, which, all things considered, you couldn't really afford to decline. Earth was becoming increasingly difficult to live in.

Okay, sure- things were becoming more advanced, but at your current place in life, you didn't exactly have access to high-class technology, and with space travel becoming the main focus of the economy, you were steuggling to afford your own meals.

Which is exactly why, after not a whole lot of consideration, you took up the offer.

The more you thought about it, the more it sounded ridiculous in your head. What kind of office job even offers that kind of thing? You were working for a more prestigious company, but considering the pay wasn't that great, it didn't really occur to you that this was something the company could afford to do.

Though, almost as quickly as you accepted the offer, you began to pack excessively.

You were going to be living on this planet for a considerable amount of time, after all, and you weren't even sure how much it would cost to get you back to earth anyway. At least- thats what you told yourself to justify.

The flight to the planet was, all things considered, the easiest part about moving onto a whole new planet. You thought beforehand you were gonna throw up or something, which made you even more anxious when you thought of how many coworkers were also going to be on the same spaceship. In previous years, however, spaceships had evolved to being a bit more like airplanes, thanks to the help of alien technology. So it ended up not being as bad as you imagined.

-☆-

Trying to navigate through the airport, however, was a whole separate problem.

All your coworkers had seemingly already gone their own ways, which, you would love to do as well, but- how were you supposed to get around? There were different kinds of aliens crowding everywhere, which wasn't even the issue.

The issue was the language barrier.

Everything was in their own language, one that you had never even heard of. And, to be fair, you weren't told about beforehand. Of course, it was stupid to assume it would be easy to understand aliens on their own, separate planet, but you had at least expected there to be some kind of heads-up.

But, unfortunately for you, you now seemed to be lost. Where had your coworkers even gone? Did they get told something you hadn't? How were you expected to-

"hey!"

Your worries are cut off by a cheery voice, directly in your ear more or less, and you snap your head in the direction, just to be confused, but, pleasantly surprised.

Standing now directly in front of you is an alien, more than likely a native to this planet.

He's somewhat lanky, definitely taller than you, and he does seem to have some kind of muscle. (Although, it seems to work differently to human muscle- whatever that means). He has big, bug eyes, no irises, pretty much completely black despite the slight whites in his eyes. Fitting, considering how dark the planet seems to be. His skin is green, -big shock- and he has dark, black hair with a matching green undertone.

He has a big smile on his face, seeming proud to have found you, and he gives a small, polite bow, his- four? fingered hands clasped in front of him.

"i'm Jisung. your guide?"

You don't answer for a second, not quite grasping what he means. You look up more clearly at the sweet expression on his face, his antenna-like ears that droop on the sides of his head seeming to twitch as he waits for your response.

"i'm sorry?"

You speak up finally, your voice cracking a bit due to not speaking for a while.

He clears his throat, it making a strange gurgly noise in the process.

"i said- my name is Han Jisung. i work for your company. i'm supposed to help you settle in on my planet."

You nod slowly, your expression shifting from confused to relief as you let out a long sigh. "thank gosh. I thought i was gonna get stranded or something."

He lets out a gurgly laugh at that, which you are quickly realizing must have to do with his alien vocal chords, his chubby cheeks more visible with the way his expression brightens further.

"right this way! i already have your stuff in my car- since it had your name on it and stuff." He already begins to walk, expecting you to follow, which you do. To which he begins to blab. "you brought a lot of things, you know. most people that come here expect everything to be replacable.. but with how many stuff you brought here you must have brought everything!"

You feel your face heat up a bit at realizing you must have overpacked, but you barely have the time to dwell on it as you follow him outside.

You gawk as you stare up, the sky is dark, the "sun" shaded with dark greens and yellows, leaving a dark hue over the atmosphere. The city you find yourself in is covered with tall, dystopian-like buildings letting out smokes, presumably oxygen into the air, which you find to be somewhat strange.

You end up in front of what Jisung had described to be his car, but from the looks of it is nothing like the kind you see at home. He opens the passenger door, gesturing clumily for you to get inside.

"this is a.. car?" You can't help but question, sitting down in the seat and looking around the strange interior of the hovering vehicle.

"of course. what else would it be?"

He shoots you another excited smile, it being clear to you he isn't used to being so close to humans. You decide not to question further, giving a polite nod as he gets in to start the car.

-☆-

The ride to wherever he's taking you is.. odd, to say the least. The music he plays during the drive is hard to ignore, clearly in his native language and not sounding like anything you've ever heard before. Though you admit, once you get used to it you'll probably ask for recommendations. The atmosphere on the way is filled with those tall, metal buildings, some straight up not even connected to the ground- which, again, you almost ask about, but decide against.

He stops in front of a white, somewhat dirty apartment looking building, pale blue colored grass tall infront. He parks on the side of the road before gesturing you to get out with him.

"this is where you'll be living. paid for by the company of course." He speaks, his arms crossed as he stares up at the building, clearly judging. "not the nicest, but.. it's in a stable area."

His eyes flick down to you, where you now stand beside him.

"so. do you want help with your stuff? i think you're.." He pauses with a hum, reading something off of what seems to be his phone, and he lets out a chitter-like noise, one that you presume is of annoyance. "on the third floor. there's no lifter, so.. this should be fun."

Your own eyes widen at the ridiculousness of it all, rubbing your eyebrows together to stop your growing headache at the now un-reversible situation.

"okay. i'll.. should we both grab our own, or- carry one together? in case we fall or something."

His heart-shaped lips press into a small, surprisingly cute pout as he thinks, tapping his finger on his arm.

"how about I take them, and you go up so you can bring them inside." He decides with a nod, like he's coming to terms with the idea himself.

You open your mouth to suggest something less ridiculous, but when you gaze in his direction, unintentionally staring at his beady, determined eyes, you just shrug, beginning to make your way up what feels like miles of stairs.

-☆-

It takes what feels like hours to get everything up to your floor and into your apartment, him insisting on helping you unpack, since, according to him, 'i'm already here'.

You take the time to get to know each other, mainly him just talking about whatever he wants, and you learn things about him. Like how the company hired him as a sort of translator, and that they offered him a decent amount of money for the unusual job.

He seems genuinely happy, telling you he isn't necessarily getting paid to help you with all he did, and he's simply enjoying getting to learn more about humans and what he's getting himself into with his up-and-coming job position.

He also helps you navigate the odd layout of your new apartment, seeming genuinely surprised that you didn't understand the usage of half the appliances that came with it.

By the time you finish, it is, truly dark outside. With you both on the couch, him continuing to talk excitedly as you lay on the opposite end, fighting sleep.

He turns to you, his big eyes blinking in that eerie way they do when he reaches his hand out, tapping your shoulder with his extremely warm finger. "hey, you awake?"

"hm?" You hum back groggily, rubbing your eyes as you begin realize you were dozing off. "oh- i-i'm sorry, i promise i didn't mean to."

He lets out another gurgly laugh, quickly shaking his head. How is he not tired by now?

"it's good! i should leave now anyway. i'll come by again tomorrow morning to check on you."

He stands up, and you begrudgingly stand with him to properly send him off. "hey, uh, thank you- for helping and all that. you even just being here really did help a lot."

You can tell just by his expression that you probably look half-dead by now, but his smile instantly brightens.

"of course! i'm sure i enjoyed this more than you did." His hand drops to your arm, sqeezing it in a teasing manner, his smile never faultering."i'll see you tomorrow, then. hope you like it here!" He chirps as he heads out the door.

In your tired state, your gaze locks onto where he touched you, finding yourself unconsciously wanting more of that now that your alone in your cold apartment. You have to practically drag yourself into your bedroom, your shoes having been long forgotten hours ago. You drop onto your bed with a small 'oof', groaning into the soft pillow. When was the last time you slept?

-☆-

You hadn't put into much thought how weird it was that Jisung just waltzed up to you, telling you he was from the company you worked for to get you into his car and essentially squeeze his way into your life. The reason you didn't question it too much was simply because you didn't know what else to do. You were on a whole, new planet, that spoke a whole, new language. You had no way to get around anyway.

Regardless of his intentions, he did in fact work for the company. Though as you soon found out, he spent way more time with you then he was supposed to. Sure, most of your coworkers already were able to navigate just fine. But his job was to check in with all of them, not just you. Which made things more confusing in your opinion.

He did check in with you the next morning, practically banging your door down with how loud he was. Though, according to him afterwards, was just because he didn't know why you were still asleep past noon. The two of you did seem to bond quickly. Thank to the first week of your trip being dedicated to getting settled into the planet. Which you quickly decided yourself most jobs would not give you the luxury of, so you took advantage.

Jisung would check in everyday, give you new material given in by the company, work material, material that helped you navigate the city and how to communicate, literally everything helpful that you had previously been worried about. He would stay at your place for hours after, swearing to you up and down that he already checked in with everyone else, and that he had nowhere else he needed to be.

So, despite him pretty much being in your life without you having much say, you enjoyed his company, to say the least. He was seriously funny, talked a lot, always smiling, kept you entertained for what felt like forever with his endless energy. You seriously don't know how he does it. He slept on your couch a lot, too, often getting too comfortable and 'napping' into the new day.

You honestly even forgot English wasn't his first language, and that you weren't on earth anymore. Everything with him made it feel easy, and he quickly got you to remember all you needed to about living on an alien planet, and the customs that came with it. Though, a lot of things you don't understand continue to confuse him, and he has yet to find a way to make things make sense to you, and vice versa.

The main thing that really stuck with you, though, was how insanely hot he was. It didn't take you long to realize that. In fact, almost as soon as you met him, you unintentionally found your mind wandering to.. not so innocent things, to put it simply. Him being an alien didn't make it easier for you, either. You often found yourself wondering what other alien traits he was hiding.

-☆-

You stand outside of the office building, having just finished the end of your first day at the new building. You feel a warm, familiar tap on your shoulder, turning to see the cute, pouty face your used to by now.

"hey jisung. what's up? was work rough?"

He gives you a small, adorable smile that has you practically melting. "nope! easiest thing in the world. you know I'm getting paid to translate my own language, right?"

He begins to laugh, clearly having excess energy after work, something you know you'll continue to envy.

You let out a small laugh yourself, in disbelief at how cheery he always seems to be. His logic is something you truly wish you could understand.

He just stands there for a moment, looking incredibly lost and also.. nervous? You had no idea what tou expected to come out of his mouth, and with the way the look on his face was shifting? You knew it was gonna be something surprising.

"so- you know.. i-i wondered. do you maybe, I don't know, wanna- g-go.. with me..? for date, i mean." He begins to stumble out, his antenna-like ears twitching with his nerves, and you can't help just staring back at him.

"jisung.." You breath out with a laugh, unexpectedly feeling your face get warm.

"yes, what is it?" He immediately blurts, not allowing you to finish as he stares, his large pupils getting bigger and smaller.

What do you even say to that? You aren't gonna act like you haven't already been fantasizing about him in the short time you've known him, but you also weren't expecting him to try and get closer to you this quickly.

You crack a smile, grabbing onto one of his hands. "of course i do." You sound way more confident then you are, your hands practically shaking as they grip onto his large one, not having the capacity to say much more.

He lets out a large sigh of relief, squeezing your hand back. "good.. t- that's good.. um.. t-tonight? tonight works, right? you're not, busy?"

You nod your head, looking down to your feet to stop yourself from screaming. You can't believe your relationship is already going this way. On the first day back at work? Surely, you thought he'd at least wait a bit longer than that. You knew already that he either was extremely naive, or had a massive, not so subtle crush on you. But, what do you even have to complain about? You do really like him. And on the plus side, the sooner you get to dating, the sooner you get to-

"you wanna go in my car? i-i mean, obviously- you.. dont have one. come on."

He doesn't let go of your hand, gripping onto it gently as he guides you to where he parked.

-☆-

He brings you both to a secluded area, something like a beach. The water glows, the sand a soft purple color, and he parks in a nearby store, his rigid tongue poking out in focus when he leans back to reach for a bag from his backseat.

"i brought human food. thought you might.. be hungry."

He brings forth a clear bag, holding what he had called 'human food' inside, and you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face.

"we don't have a lot of- what you call beaches, so i thought, maybe you'd like to see one since i heard earth has many."

He seems incredibly proud of himself, his antennas/ears glowing at the tips, almost like a blush. You have to physically stop yourself from kissing him then and there.

"did you research this stuff for me or did you already know this?" You tease, laughing at the way his antennas flutter with mild annoyance, and he blinks his big bug eyes as he steps out of the car, bag in hand.

You follow him out, setting yourself down beside him on a rock, your smile wide as ever.

"i'm gonna assume you like this, right?" His tone is slightly embarrassed, his big pupils dilated even more than usual, and you nod, him handing you the bag of food.

"mhm, i love it." You reply as you open up the bag of food, taking out a container with what you find to be fried chicken, and you giggle.

"huh? what is it? you eat that stuff- don't you?" He leans over to see the food in the container as you open it, his warmth radiating onto you, a relief with the cold air.

"Yeah- I do. Where'd you even find this?" You know all too well that with alien digestion they don't remotely eat the same as humans, so you truly find it hard to believe that he just 'came across' any human food.

"a new place. it's specifically for humans that are moving here." He continues to focus his beady eyes on the food, pressing his soft cheek down to your shoulder.

You unconsciously lean your head down onto his, setting the food down and gazing into the horizon, the only sounds becoming the glowing water splashing into the purple sand.

"you- you like it here? on my planet? you.. think you'd stay?" Jisung breaks the silence, his warm cheek still squished on your shoulder.

"like- forever?"

"yeah."

"I'd think about it. If I got to live that forever with the right person- or alien, i guess."

"hm? do you have one or no?"

"one what? you mean the right person?"

Jisung nods, his beady eyes flicking up to where your head rests on top of his.

You stay silent for a moment, the clicking noises of nearby creatures echoing in the faint distance, a sound that you try not to let startle you anymore.

"yeah, i do. and i think he's right here."

-☆-

You tried not to move too fast with Jisung, but how could you not when you have a cute, big eyed alien boy that's attached to your hip?

As soon as you make it back to his car, he presses his plump, pouty lips onto yours, and you kiss back almost instantly, him whining as he feverishly grasps his hands onto your skin, pulling you closer despite the distance the car makes.

It seems he too was holding back from his urges, not allowing himself to care about the pace of things as he pokes his rigid, pink tongue out to pry at your lips. You grip onto his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly as your tongues glide together, his continously catching onto yours due to the sticky bumps.

As soon as tongue becomes involved, its a wet, messy affair, spit and drool and soft moans being shared between the two of you, completely lost in bliss as you remain glued onto each other.

You pant as you grip his soft, green cheeks, pulling him back slightly to look into his bug eyes, spit sparkling on his lips. "how are you so perfect? open up, baby."

He squeaks out a whimper at the command, you dragging one of your thumbs onto his already parting lips, hooking it onto his bottom teeth and pulling his jaw open. His breath is heavy as he waits for what you do next. You lean over him and drop a fat glop of spit onto his willing tongue.

He practically moans, his pupils looking like they almost glitch with how they pulse in size. You snap his jaw shut, rubbing his cheek as you hover over him. "swallow."

He immediately does as told, hearing the loud 'gulp' as it goes down, him letting out a small chitter.

You teasingly pinch his cheek, watching as his antennas flick up in shock. He scoots closer, essentially wrapping himself around you. He drops his head to your shoulder, his chest beginning to rumble with a purr-like sound.

You can tell by the way he's reacting to this situation that aliens of his species have different dating cultures then what you're used to, and you have an odd feeling that things with him are only going to get more intense.

-☆-

You tap your pen on the edge of your desk as you stare at a new email. Its from a nearby company, in that language that you have no idea how to interpret, and you realize that you'll have to learn the language some time soon.

You've found this to be the most frustrating part about your job here. Sure, this is what Jisung is at the company for, but it's still irritating having to wait on him to translate every little thing for you.

You feel two warm hands drop down to your shoulders, and you gaze up to see Jisung leaning over you, staring with deep focus on the email you didn't even attempt to read.

You watch as he reaches over to your keyboard, beginning to type out a translated version of the email for you without a word.

It's been about a day since your date with him, and you don't recall a conversation about what the two of you are now coming up. It hasn't been too long, but with how you were knuckles deep into your aching heat that same night, it does leave you with a few urgent questions.

He looks particularly delicious with how focused he is leaning over you to type. His lips pulled into that pout you've come to love so much as his pupils narrow in concentration. Another thing about him you've found he does quite a bit.

He finishes up with a nod of approval, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before he leaves your office. Usually you think he'd be more chatty, but you brush off his strange silence to just being busy with work.

What you weren't expecting is for him to send you an ominous email about meeting him behind the back alley of the office building.

Almost as soon as you open the door to the cold breeze, you're shoved into the chipped wall of the building, your hips being gripped possessively.

"p-please, baby.. i-i promise i'll give you something in return i- need you.."

His grip along with his needy words are exhilarating, and you lean up to squish his face, him groaning in response.

"do what you need to.."

What he meant wasn't hard for you to imagine with the large bulge in his pants, and the sigh of relief he lets out as he begins to undo them is reward enough. How is he already this desperate for you?

The thing that really catches you off guard when he removes his pants, however, is that he has two cocks. The top one slaps onto his stomach when his boxers are pulled down, it being beautifully curved with ridges along the shaft. Both of them are thick, the bottom one being just a bit longer.

He doesn't seem to notice your shock, guiding you onto your knees as he pants, his balls heavy as he stares down at you.

You don't exactly know what you should do. You've never been in a situation where your face is shoved in from of two cocks, and you certainly don't know which one you're supposed to open up for. Should you take both?

After noticing your hesitation, realization dawns on him. You aren't familiar with his anatomy. He wraps his hand around the top shaft, stroking it directly in your eyesight. You watch as his mushroom tip peaks out from his foreskin, beginning to bead precum.

He guides it to your lips, his antennas glowing with a blush as your lips part, preparing to take the tip in.

Its... strange, the sudden change in dynamic compared to the night before, going from you forcing him to swallow your spit to you on your knees in an almost submissive display, him slowly pushing your face down onto him.

It's an awkward position with him having to work around his other, longer cock, standing at full attention and pressing subtly into your chin.

His shoes dig into the rigid ground, his lips parted with a shutter as his hands grip into your scalp. He rocks his hips to get you to take him deeper, feeling him pulsing inside your throat in a way that comes across to you as unusual.

"u-ugh! y-yes.." His voices comes out as a moan as his tip presses into the back of your throat, the buzzing he feels in his antennas making him not hear the way you gag around him.

His breathing grows heavy as he gives weak, shallow thrusts of his hips, squeaking out a high-pitched noise when you swallow around him. Your nose is stuffed in the fuzz of his pubic hair, it being a position that's not exactly flattering for you, but you don't think you'd want to be anywhere else at the moment.

His antennas flick up, letting out a glow that flutters through him when his face scrunches up, and you realize he's close.

It's not a surprise to you how sensitive he is, already about to cum from just a few shallow thrusts? But you come to the conclusion in your head that he just must have not had anyone to satisfy him for a while.

He speeds up his thrusts, whining out small praises in that out of breath tone. "oh~ its so good.." "ur all mine.. all mine.." as well as a few things you don't understand to be english.

Tears prick in your eyes at his rougher pace, his curved tip insistently rubbing into the squishy back of your throat. His lower cock slaps into your chin with each thrust, your spit dribbling down onto it and making a mess of your face.

Your coworkers will definitely look at you weird when you come back from lunch.

He releases spurts of a hot liquid down your throat after a particularly wet smack of his hips, him pulsing inside of you as he forces you to swallow. He doesn't even give you the luxury of releasing your head, only tipping your face up a bit so you can breath out of your nose. His bottom lip is covered in his saliva as he catches his breath, his warm hands moving to hold your cheeks. His cock twitches in your mouth at the erotic sight of your lips wrapped around him, your face covered with spit and tears.

His expression becomes a bit sheepish as he comes down from his high, him sliding out of your mouth with a wet 'pop' sound. He wipes up a remnant of his sticky release, a liquid that you now release is somewhat glowing, and he wipes it on the wall behind your head.

He looks apologetic of the mess he's left you with, helping you stand as he tucks himself away back into his pants. The submissive doe eye look your used to on him returns as he steps back with a shy glance, watching with interest as you wipe your face.

"sorry.." His voice cracks slightly, something that makes him wince a bit. You only shake your head in disbelief, clearing your throat and pulling him down for a chaste kiss.

He lets out a breath, seeming glad your not mad or anything of the sorts, and you gesture vaguely to the door back into the office.

"how about you come over tonight. we can finish what we started yesterday, hm?"

He nods his head almost too eagerly, his eyes wide with his imagination running wild. He follows you back inside, and you hear him chitter under his breath in a nervous manner.

-☆-

The following night comes in a blur. Work is somehow easy for the rest of the day but you genuinely don't seem to even remember what you did. Hm, he must just have that affect on you. You seem to have just changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas in your bedroom when you hear a loud bang on your door, one that you presume to be from Jisung.

You roll your eyes as you swing the door open, him almost stumbling on the other end. He gives an embarrassed smile, walking in a bit stiffer then he normally does.

"so.. are we still? y'know- doing what you promised..?" His eyes seem hopeful, his cute puffy cheeks showing off the glowy blush scattered across his cheeks.

You scoff, your eyes immediately zeroing in on the growing tent in his pant. You grab onto his wrist and guide him into your bedroom, not bothering with the door as you shove him to sit on the edge of your bed.

He stares up at you, his eyes wide with anticipation as he leans his head down into the open palm of your hand. You raise an eyebrow at how he already seems to be putty in your grasp.

"you're so beautiful.." He chirps out, his hands coming to grip the plush underside of your thighs, exposed from the pajama shorts you're clothed in.

"mhm?" You watch him in amusement, his hands gliding up under your shirt, feeling around and squeezing the flesh. He pulls your shirt up a bit on the sides, beginning to press soft kisses to your stomach, his chest rumbling with a purr of delight.

You run your hands soothingly in his scalp, your free hand pressing down on his bulge. He sucks a spot on your stomach in response, his mouth gliding wetter along your smooth skin.

"jisung.. you-" You gasp at the sensation, feeling the way his nose nudges against the ubderside of your bra.

"yes?" He mumbles from your skin, tapping his finger at the clasp of your bra for permission, to which you comply.

He lifts his head, pulling off both your shirt and bra as his hands move to the undersides of your armpits, essentially holding you in place as he waits for you to speak.

"your gonna fuck me, arent you? with both?" You eyes are filled with the anticipation of fantasies you need fulfilled tonight, and he grins at the flushed look on your face. "both? baby i dont think you can do that yet."

Your eyebrows furrow together in slight offence at that. So he wasn't planning to split you open on both of his cocks? You feel somewhat betrayed.

"what do you mean? because im a human? i can take two just fine." His grin widens at your defensive tone, him used to you being so confident, not feeling belittled and now somrwhat questioning yourself with his judgement.

He's quick to shake his head, gazing up at you as he begins to kiss at your breast. "i just mean.. you've never done it before, have you? and i can bet you dont wanna wait for the prep it'll take. i know i don't."

His glossy, dark eyes are hard to ignore as they stare into your soul, his plump lips soft against your skin. "i can do both." You snap, holding his head in place. "okay.."

It doesn't take much for him to submit, his knees hypothetically buckling once you push him to lay on the bed, biting at the soft, green flesh of his neck.

You tuck at the skin to distract him, shoving his pants down along with his boxers, feeling the heavy packages between his legs spring free.

He hisses at the change in air, which only makes you laugh considering how warm-blooded he is. Jisung whines at how teasingly close you are to where he needs you, his hips bucking up with a mind of their own for the friction only you can provide to him.

"be patient. you already got want you wanted today." Those words devastate him, his body laying limp in defeat as he tears up in frustration.

"come on, baby. I'll fuck you so good! i-ill give you both. please.."

You ignore his pleas, adjusting your position to swiftly remove your shorts and panties, the wetness that covers them sticking onto your thigh. Jisung's antennas begin to glow at that.

You lean down to grip onto the leaking cock on top, letting a glob of your spit drip down onto the tip. You use your hand to spread it around, jisung groaning as your thumb rubs along the underside.

Your other hand works his lower shaft, his balls full below it. Fortunately for Jisung, you don't have the patience to tease him all day, being just as desperate as he is. So, you move off of him, crawling your way up the bed and leaving him to follow.

"are you..? y-youre gonna let me..?" His antennas perk up, and you nod with a fake annoyed sigh, doing your best to hide your growing smirk.

He immediately follows you up, spreading open your legs like its nothing and slinging them over his waist. "i-ill be so good for you, baby. you wont regret this.."

He's shaky as he presses his curved cock to your drenched entrance, spreading your lips wide with his thick thumb to get a better look. He begins to press in, his face immediately falling into a pathetic look of pure bliss, and his pupils gradually grow more dilated.

You gasp at the stretch, your hands spreading over the expanse of his forearms. You didn't realize how much you'd react right away to having alien cock inside you, but alas, it is a drastic change to anything you've had in the past.

He slowly drags himself in further, his expression already wrecked as the tightness of your walls suck him in. He can't fathom how he'll get the second one in there.

With it in mind how much you had fantasized about this, even without realizing he had two cocks, just one is a lot larger in size then anything you've ever taken before. But you can't find it in you to complain, or say its 'too big!', because you worry it'll break the absolute dream you've found yourself in.

His adorable, flushed face, already covered in tears you find, is staring directly down at you, his cock now seated in at the base. When did he get all the way in?

"are- are you okay..?" He just about whispers, it clear your expression must show just how otherworldly this experience is. All you can muster up at the moment is a nod, and you feel him gently rock his hips. The perfect curve of his tip brushes into your cervix, something you never thought would be so easy, and the moan you let out says it all.

He cracks a small smile, his squishy cheeks on full display as he begins to thrust, slow and deep at first. The action has your legs tightening around his waist, and he pushes his body up just slightly to position himself better.

He sets an enchanting pace, his cock hitting all the right places, and the ridges adding to the delicious friction he offers up. He's quick to pick up his pace, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he antennas glow more intensely. He let's out small 'ah's along with your breathy moans.

You're more surprised then you should be that he's so vocal, expecting him to at least have the mind to open his eyes and look at you. The situation does, however, lead to you snaking your hand down to his moving hips, guiding his lower cock to the same entrance his other one is. He barely notices with all the pleasure, other then a small whine he lets out.

You begin to moan louder when you shove the second cock past your already stretched open entrance, Jisung finally noticing your tactic and gasping sharply. He reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head to roll his hips, finally seeming to have enough common sense to split you open properly.

He hisses and whimpers as he brings his other hand down to your thigh to hold it open, his grip almost bruising as he forces himself deeper.

And, to not much of your surprise, he begins to cry. It's not even subtle. He full on bursts into tears, letting out pathetic moans when he does a particularly harsh thrust, ones that he's doing himself, mind you.

"mmph.." "mmph" "mmph!" Is all you hear for the next couple minutes, him clearly unable to handle both of his cocks sliding into your warmth right on top of each other.

For you, on the other hand, despite not being quite as dramatic as he is, are in a similar state of bliss. Mainly because your dreams of being stuffed with alien cock is now being fulfilled to the fullest, but also because its extremely hot how Jisung's whining and moaning like he's the one being fucked.

It's clear that he, also, has never had human pussy. You don't exactly know how it differs from alien pussy, but still, you're sure of it with the way he's acting at the moment.

It's quite erotic, the way you're being practically folded in half by now as he fucks himself into you deeper, a bulge now sitting at your lower tummy with just how full you are. You can't bring yourself to look away from the sight of him, though your eyes do fight to roll into the back of your head. You wouldn't miss this for anything, even with how he pounds your cervix.

"oh! i think im.. gosh- im gonna.." He pants out, finally looking down at the hooded look on your face. He immediately brings himself down to sloppily kiss you, his lips messy and practically sucking in your face.

His chest is now pressed down against you, trapping you on the bed as his hips continue slapping into yours, him being sure to hold your legs wide open.

You kiss back with just as much vigor, grinding up til your clit rubs into his lower belly, not that you needed it with how good he was fucking you.

His hips collide with yours one final time with a wet 'smack', his cum pumping into your warm, eager pussy. "fuck.." You groan out as his cum continues to spurt into you, your own release being triggered as your walls spasm around him.

Jisung moans, his lips parting. His eyes drift down to the scene of his cum leaking around where the two of you are connected.

"now you're mine forever.." He sighs in relief, his head dropping down to your shoulder where he presses lazy kisses. You don't question his logic, and you don't think you want to. Not when he looks so pretty relying on you like this, balls deep inside you.

-☆-

It's one of those unbearably stifling late-spring nights when the air hangs sticky and thick, clinging to your body like a second skin and making you feel all hot, restless, and aching with raw, insistent need.

You show up at their apartment just after dusk has swallowed the city, wrapping the grimy streets in a hazy, semi-dreamlike fog that smells of wet asphalt and distant rain. Tiny beads of sweat form on your heated skin, trickling lazily along your spine, causing a slight, pleasant tingling sensation; heady anticipation of pleasure makes your pulse quicken with every step as you get closer to their door.

They’ve left it open for you; the heavy bass from some old track throbs low in the walls, leaks out into the hallway like smoke—more felt than heard, the kind of slow, dirty riff that makes your spine melt into something warm and liquid and the pussy becomes noticeably wet.

Inside, the room is already thick with it: sweetish-herbaceous, tart smoke curling lazy loops toward the cracked ceiling like it’s got nowhere better to go. The lights are low, only the soft, diffused orange glow of a single lamp and the cherry-red tip of a joint moving languidly through the dark in slow, hypnotic arcs.

Mingi’s stretched out on the ancient couch, its velvet worn down to threads in places where too many bodies have sprawled before. His long legs are spread wide in lazy invitation, one heavy arm draped along the back of the couch, his chunky-ringed fingers slowly trace the nape of Seonghwa’s neck, slide through those silky black locks. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy with smoke and heat, a languid, predatory grin curling over his plump, luscious lips.

He already looks so thoroughly fucked — black jeans invitingly unbuttoned and slung dangerously low on his hips, the thick silver ring of his Prince Albert piercing winking seductively every time he shifts. A fresh, wet hickey blooms across his skin like dirty pink ink, glistening just above of his pubis.

Seonghwa’s beside him, still too elegant even when he’s this fucked up—his translucent shirt hangs completely unbuttoned and slipped off one shoulder, the thin fabric clinging damply to his sweat-slick skin. A delicate silver star glitters on his pierced nipple, catching the low orange light every time he takes a long, lazy pull from the joint and holds it deep, making his long, kissable neck tense and stretch beneath the black leather choker tied too tightly against his throat.

In this position his back is arched just enough that you catch the flash of ink right above the waistband of his low-slung trousers: a filthy little tramp-stamp butterfly, wings spread wide and glitter-trapped, the kind of tattoo that screams “use me.”

And Wooyoung… Wooyoung’s on the floor between them, back against the couch, knees drawn up, the heavy white fur coat draped loosely over his shoulders. It looks ridiculous decadent in this grimy, sticky heat apartment, yet it’s so fucking hot on him it fits perfectly, contrasting with his naked body, sweat already beading along his sharp collarbones and making the fur stick damply to his skin, it seems oddly pornographic.

Silver ring glint on his excessively plump lower lip when he grins up at you, filthy and knowing, his leather pants already straining over the obvious bulge of his half-hard cock.

He stretches slow and feline, the coat parting just enough to flash smooth, glistening abs and that deep, obscene V-line carved into his hips, leading down like an invitation. The skin there looks melted caramel— hot, smooth, and faintly salty on the tongue for days afterward. His fingers, heavy with stacked thick silver rings, reach lazily for the joint as the wide bracelet on his wrist rattles softly in the thick, hazy air.

They don’t say much when you walk in. Just a low, hoarse “there she is” rumbling from Mingi’s chest, and a sly, lecherous smile curling on Seonghwa’s sensual lips as he offers you the joint like a sacrament; cherry-red tip still glowing hot in the haze.

You sink down between them on the worn velvet couch, bare thighs sticking instantly to the damp, threadbare fabric. Your black oversized t-shirt rides up indecently, the hem clinging to your sweat-slick skin and revealing the lacy edges of your garters, the soft flesh of your upper thighs already glistening from the thick, rolling heat of the room. You look soft and tempting, just enough to make them want to sink their teeth into you.

The first hit hits you like warm honey pouring straight down your veins, thick and slow. Everything softens at once — the remnants of the day dissolving into the heavy air along with the smoke, leaving only the faintly sweet taste of tobacco and Seonghwa’s saliva lingering on your lips. The music feels thicker, heavier, much sexier – the sort of music for making babies.

Their hands start wandering over your body without hurry: Mingi’s heavy palm drags up your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft, damp flesh with just enough pressure to make your pussy clench and ache in response. Seonghwa’s elegant fingers trace slow lines along your collarbone, his gaze dark and seductive as he leans closer to you to leave a wet ghost of a kiss on your shoulder.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung presses his cheek to your knee, lazily mouthing at the thin skin there, his warm tongue flicking out every few moments to taste you, lips brushing and sucking gently in unhurried devotion.

Smoke curls thick and viscous in the air, rich and slightly bitter-sweet, until the whole room feels underwater.

The joint makes another lazy circuit.

Seonghwa takes it first this round, his plump lips wrapping around the damp, spit-slick end with a wet little suck that sounds downright obscene. Smoke leaks lazily from his slutty mouth as he leans in close, exhaling it straight into yours. You inhale him greedily — the sticky sweetness of strawberry-cream lip balm, sharp weed, and the faint metallic tang of the piercing in his tongue, while his fingers slide lower, brushing feather-light over the bare, sweat-damp skin of your inner thigh. The touch is barely there, just the tips of his fingers, yet it’s enough to make your panties cling hot and slick against your swelling pussy.

He looks sinful, like a fallen angel soaked in sin — so thoroughly fucked, dark eyes gleaming with lust, those swollen, shiny lips parted, and the silver stars on his nipples catching the low light every time he breathes. You can’t tear your eyes away, you feel spellbound, and Seonghwa notices immediately.

“Like what you see, angel?” He purrs it low and filthy, the words rolling off his long tongue like warm syrup dripping slow between your legs — each syllable stretched out, lazy and deliberate, vibrating against your skin with that velvet rasp that makes your clit throb in answer.

Seonghwa doesn’t wait for your answer. He simply leans in, warm lips brushing yours as he exhales the last thick lungful of smoke straight into your slightly parted, eager mouth — sweet, heavy, and intoxicating intoxicating as he is. The kiss blooms instantly from there, lazy, filthy, and deliciously open-mouthed.

His tongue slides in deep and wet, tasting the smoke still clinging to you, his plush lips greedily enveloping yours like he wants to devour every inch of you. Yet beneath the hunger there’s a strange, melting tenderness, as if he has all the time in the world to explore and ruin you slowly. He pulls your tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it slow and filthy, then draws back just enough to slip two long fingers between your parted lips. The cool silver stars on his nipples graze your bare shoulder as he strokes your tongue with those fingers — exploring, pressing down, swirling in lazy, deliberate circles, caressing your palate and gums with his fingertips until thick drool spills over your bottom lip and starts dripping messily down your chin.

At the same time, Mingi’s mouth finds your neck, scorching, heavy, and devouring you with raw greed. He licks a slow, wet stripe up the side of your throat before sucking a messy mark just below your ear. Your hips twitch, spread a little wider on instinct, nipples tightening into hard peaks that strain visibly against the thin fabric of your T-shirt.

Then he sinks his teeth in, roughly scraping the tender skin until a deep purplish, possessive mark blooms under his mouth, sharp, sweet, and throbbing in time with the heavy pulse between your legs.

Your head is spinning with pleasure, a soft whimper slips from you, barely audible over the loud, disgusting slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Seonghwa keeps fucking it with his long fingers, slow and deliberate.

“Shh, dolly… just relax.” Mingi whispers sultry against your skin, his lips brushing every syllable into you like a brand. His kisses grow heavier, sloppier — all hot tongue, blunt teeth, and low groans that vibrate straight through your flesh. The solid silver bracelets on his wrist clink softly against your shoulder with every lazy movement.

Wooyoung watches the whole thing from the floor, heavy-lidded eyes dark and glassy, the wet, pointed tip of his tongue dangerously toying with his lip ring. Your fingers tangle deep in his long dark hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, pulling a low, contented hum from his throat. He turns his head and presses his face to the inside of your thigh like a wild cat pretending to be tame, nose dragging slow and deliberate along the soft, damp skin, inhaling deeply. Soft jasmine, a smoky touch of weed, the faint salty tang of sweat, and the warm, creamy sweetness of your leaking pussy. You smell like fucking heaven to him.

His soft, full lips brush feather-light kisses that grow wetter the higher he climbs, until his tongue drags a slow, shiny stripe up your inner thigh, leaving a glistening trail in the sticky heat.

“You’re already so wet, peach.” He murmurs it low and rough, the words dragging thick and slow from his throat like gravel soaked in smoke and lust, each syllable heavy with raw hunger that sinks straight into your core. “That pretty, tight pussy of yours is all swollen and dripping for us. I can fucking smell it.”

Wooyoung crawls up your body without hurry, still nestled between your spread thighs, until he’s high enough to hook two fingers into the waistband of your tiny, lacy thong. He tugs it down with down with zero hurry, letting the soaked fabric drag and cling to your slick skin before it finally bunches uselessly around one of your ankle.

He just looks at you for a moment — glassy eyes dark with hunger, lips parted — then leans in and drags a long, languid stripe up your cunt with the flatness of his heavy tongue, parting your soft, peach-like labia in one pass.

You moan loudly, the sound catching thick and suffocating in your throat as a thin, you feel how the warm trickle of your goo slowly oozes out of your silky, smooth cunt right onto Wooyoung’s waiting tongue.

Seonghwa finally pulls his fingers from your mouth just enough for you to gasp a shaky breath, leaving your lips shiny and sticky with spit. But you don’t stay empty for long. Mingi’s depraved, plump mouth is there instantly, claiming the kiss like it was always meant to be his.

His is deeper, sloppier — tongue fucking into your mouth in long, viscous strokes while his large hands cradle your face, not letting you pull away even an inch. His silver rings catch against your teeth and his massive bracelets rattle heavily against your jaw with every hungry tilt of his head.

Seonghwa doesn’t seem to care at all that Mingi has taken his place. He simply slides lower, pressing his luxurious, swollen lips to your neck first, then trailing wet heat down to your chest. His hot, greedy mouth wraps around your nipple right through the thin fabric of your T-shirt, the dissolute tongue licking and teasing the hardened peak in slow, filthy circles until the soft cotton is completely soaked and clinging to your skin. The cool silver stars on his own pierced nipples brush against your stomach with every lazy movement, sending little shocks of pleasure straight into your pussy.

The weed makes everything bloom slowly and intensely, every touch amplified a hundred times hotter, filthier, and sweeter in the thick, stifling heat of this room.

The wet heat of Woo’s mouth is unbearable — the way he sucks languidly at your sensitive, swollen clit like he has all night, purring low and filthy around it so the vibrations sink straight into your needy core and force even more slick to leak from your little, quivering hole.

Mingi’s huge, rough hand slides down to cup your left tit, clutching the plump flesh possessively in his palm, savouring its heavy softness. His thumb drags lazy circles around your nipple before he twists it sharply between his fingers, making your back arch hard off the couch while your fingers clench tighter in Wooyoung’s hair, roughly tugging the long dark strands. His tongue never stops flicking over your clit in slow, deliberate figure-eights, his spit and your slick mixing into a messy, shiny trail that drips steadily down to soak the worn velvet cushion beneath you.

Woo licks up every drop of your dripping mucus like he’s dying of thirst and your cunt is the only thing that can quench it. His long tongue fucks into you in slow, filthy thrusts, caressing and stroking the tense, quivering walls of your сunt from the inside, greedy for every bit of your taste.

The heavy, throbbing bass blends with the wet, lewd slurping sounds of pussy eating, Mingi’s deep guttural moans, and Seonghwa’s velvety purrs. The room is spinning gently; thick smoke from the joint still curls lazily toward the cracked ceiling, plunging everything into an even heavier, heady haze, but nobody seems to care.

Seonghwa’s voice wraps around you like a dark siren’s song — seductive, dangerous, and hypnotic, dripping with smoke and sin.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, angel.” Hwa whispers, the words rolling out slow and syrupy, each syllable stretched and heavy. His tone is low, velvety, and dripping with filthy promise — drawn-out and lazy, every sound dragged through the thick heat between your legs as if his tongue were lazily circling your clit while he spoke. “All flushed and dripping for us… such a pretty little mess already.” He exhales slowly, the last of the smoke drifting from his parted lips, before lazily bringing the joint back to his swollen, spit-shiny mouth. He takes another deep, slow drag, eyelids fluttering shut in pure, dreamy bliss as the thick smoke floods his lungs and spreads through him like liquid heat. When he finally exhales, the words spill out low and filthy, curling through the heavy, hazy air like smoke itself. “I can’t wait for you to choke me with that pretty pussy.”

“Your little slutty hole is gushing so much for us, baby doll, that I can practically taste you on my tongue already.” The dirty praise slips from Mingi’s full lips in that low, porn-rough tone that sends hot shivers racing down your spine and makes your needy hole clench hard around nothing. His hot breath fans right against your ear, making your slick folds grow even wetter, messier. His massive hand squeezes your tit harder, thumb flicking roughly over your soaked nipple while he watches Wooyoung devour you below.

Wooyoung hums in filthy agreement, the deep vibration rolling straight through your swollen clit as his tongue stays buried deep inside your dripping cunt, lapping up every fresh gush of slick like a man starving.

“Fucking delicious…” Woo groans, voice muffled and obscenely wet. He pulls back just enough for you to see his chin shining with your mess, lips glossy and swollen. “I could eat this slutty little pussy for the rest of my fucking life. Sweet peach is making such a pretty puddle on the couch.”

Seonghwa lets out a soft, amused laugh, the joint still glowing between his long elegant fingers as he leans in closer, lips brushing your jaw.

“Don’t be so greedy, Woo. Leave some of that this sweetie cunt for us too.” His voice drops even lower, velvet and teasing. “Better come here and try this pretty, drooling mouth instead — she’s just as sweet up here as she is between her legs.”

Wooyoung isn’t the type to be told twice. He crawls up your body without hurry, smooth and predatory, until Mingi feels him close and shifts aside with a low, stoned chuckle. Wooyoung’s lips crash into yours next — filthy and eager, his tongue sliding in deep to fuck your mouth in the same lazy, luxurious rhythm he used on your pussy.

The cool silver lip ring presses slick against your tongue as his heavy rings drag over your cheek, lightly scratching the skin when he cups your face, smearing the messy spit everywhere. He licks it right back up, slow and greedy, like he can’t get enough of the taste of all three of them mixed on your skin.

It keeps going like that, the three of them trading your mouth in a slow, viscous loop — Seonghwa’s elegant tongue sliding back in while Mingi sucks another wet mark onto your collarbone and Wooyoung nips at the corner of your lips; then Mingi claiming your mouth again while Seonghwa sucks greedily at your nipple through the soaked T-shirt and Wooyoung’s tongue drags hot along your jaw. Thick, ring-heavy fingers slip in sometimes too — Mingi’s or Wooyoung’s — stroking over your tongue, pressing down, only to pull out so someone else can lick the shiny drool from your swollen, puffy lips.

Wet sounds fill the hazy room: soft sucks, slick pops, low stoned hums of approval. Your chin glistens, lips shiny and abused, the taste of smoke, strawberry-cream balm, and all three of them thick and heady on your tongue. Every motion feels underwater-slow, the weed stretching the kisses into something that could last for hours.

It goes on like that for a long, syrupy while — lazy hands roaming, wet mouths claiming, the soft pop of the joint being passed between them. Clothes come off in pieces: your oversized tee is dragged over your head and tossed carelessly to the floor, Seonghwa’s translucent shirt following right after. Mingi’s pierced cock is already out, thick and flushed dark, the silver ball at the tip shiny with pre-cum as he strokes himself lazily against your hip. Wooyoung’s heavy white fur coat lies in a careless heap at your feet, his naked skin burning hot and golden under your palms, slick with sweat.

Seonghwa takes another deep drag, his hungry, dark gaze locked on you, silver stars on his nipples glinting while the glitter-trapped butterfly on his lower back shifts every time he rolls his hips.

He can’t hold back any longer. He rises to his feet as smoothly as the thick weed allows, fingers hooking lazily into the waistband of his tight designer pants. As he pushes them down, you finally get the full view of that filthy little tramp-stamp butterfly right above the perfect curve of his perky ass — wings spread wide, glitter trapped in the ink, the kind of slutty tattoo that makes your mouth water instantly. He catches you staring and smirks, slow and stoned, deliberately arching his back just enough to make the butterfly flex and shimmer under the low orange light.

“Do you want to lick it, angel?” He asks with a low, rough chuckle, not waiting for an answer. Instead he keeps undressing for you, putting on a dirty, seductive show in the hazy heat.

Hwa shoves the pants down his thighs in one smooth motion, and his cock springs free — long, flushed, and obscenely pretty, with thick veins bulging from the base all the way up to the swollen, leaking head already glistening with pre-cum.

Seonghwa strokes himself lazily in front of your face — once, twice — his long fingers loose around the thick shaft before he slaps the hot, heavy length across your cheek, leaving a shiny streak of sticky pre-cum glistening on your skin. Then he drops back onto the sofa with a low groan, spreading his legs wide and shameless, palms dragging slowly up his own thighs as he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Come on, angel… ride this dick. Make me your toy tonight.” He moans, voice rough and sweet with smoke. He arches his back in a lazy roll of his hips, throwing his head back. Silky black hair clings damply to his temples, his full lips parted on heavy breaths, honey skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the low orange light.

“Fuck, hyung… that’s so hot,” Wooyoung whistles low and filthy, his hands firm on your hips as he helps guide you onto Seonghwa’s lap.

You sink down slowly, smoothly, onto his cock. The stretch is exquisite — thick, velvety, and so fucking intoxicating it makes your head spin in the hazy heat. Inch by inch he fills you, hot and slippery, while his hands stroke soothingly up and down your sweat-slick back. He doesn’t rush, just lets you take every inch until you’re fully seated, his cock buried to the base inside your dripping cunt. For a long, breathless moment he stays perfectly still, hips barely rocking, simply letting you warm him deep while the weed keeps everything slow, syrupy, and flawless.

Mingi and Wooyoung watch hypnotically, eyes dark and glassy, joints still burning between their fingers as your slick labia spread open lustfully around Seonghwa’s velvety length, the obscene sight glowing in subdued lighting.

“Fuck… look at that greedy little cunt swallowing hyung’s cock.” Mingi groans, voice low and gooey with lust. He finally shoves his jeans down the rest of the way, pulling his huge, thick, pierced cock out completely. The heavy length slaps against his stomach, already leaking steadily as he wraps a big hand around it and starts stroking slow and lazy, silver rings catching the light. “She’s creaming so pretty already… making such a wet mess all over him. So damn beautiful, doll… perfect to fuck and make ours.”

It feels like a fucking eternity passes before Seonghwa finally starts fucking you — slow, deep, and filthy. His hands grip your ass hard, spreading your cheeks wide and shameless so Mingi and Wooyoung can see every filthy detail: how obscenely soaked your cunt is, how Seonghwa’s thick cock glistens with a shiny coat of your slick every time he drags it out slow, the puffy, tender rim of your hole stretching and clinging greedily around his length like it doesn’t want to let go. Thick, sticky strands of your juices stretch between your folds and his shaft, coating him in a glossy, viscous mess that drips down his balls with every pull.

In this position, your tight little asshole is also on full display — pink, glistening, and slightly wet from the messy mix of your juices and Wooyoung’s saliva that had dripped between your cheeks earlier when he was devouring you.

The glitter-trapped butterfly tattoo flexes and stretches under your palms as you brace yourself against his lower back, wings fluttering obscenely with every lazy, rolling thrust.

You rock on him slowly, grinding your hips in deep, sensual circles that make his cock drag deliciously against your walls, every movement sending fresh waves of slick dripping down his shaft. Seonghwa’s hands stay firm on your ass, guiding your rhythm while his mouth finds your tits, sucking one swollen nipple between his plush lips and laving it with slow, filthy strokes of his tongue until the skin is shiny and tingling.

He switches to the other, biting gently before soothing it with wet heat, all while his hips roll up to meet yours in perfect sync. His thumb drifts between your spread cheeks, circling your tight little anus with teasing pressure, pressing lightly against the puckered ring and smearing your own juices over it in lazy strokes — a filthy promise of what’s coming later. The dual sensation makes your cunt clench hard around him, drawing a low, broken moan from his throat as he keeps fucking you slow and deep, savoring every wet squeeze.

They trade without rushing, deliberately prolonging the sweet, hazy pleasure, letting each of them enjoy your body at their own lazy pace. They have nothing better to do tonight than fuck you for hours, the cherry-red tip of the joint still smoldering slowly in the semi-darkness while your warm, dripping cunt opens greedily under the pressure of their fingers and cocks, swallowing everything they give it with grateful.

Mingi takes you next. He pulls you off Seonghwa’s cock with a wet, obscene sound, flips you onto your back on the worn couch, and spreads your thighs wide. His pierced cock is massive — thick, heavy, and flushed dark — and he presses the blunt head against your slick entrance, pushing in inch by torturous inch. The stretch burns so good, the thick silver ball of his Prince Albert catching deliciously on your walls as he forces your pussy to open wider around his girth. You gasp and drool, eyes watering from the intense pressure, every thick vein dragging along your sensitive insides while your cunt flutters and clenches helplessly around the invasion.

The burn melts into a deep, throbbing fullness that makes your toes curl and your back arch clean off the cushions. Mingi groans low in his chest as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, letting you feel every brutal inch buried deep.

As he finds his pace, he starts fucking you with sharp, deep thrusts that punch the air from your lungs. His juicy, thick ass and powerful thighs tense and flex with every slam, muscles rippling under sweat-slick skin as he drives into you harder. His heavy balls slap wetly and loudly against your soaked pussy with every thrust, the sound filthy and rhythmic in the hazy room.

Wooyoung climbs up without hurry, kneeling beside Mingi so he can feed you his cock. The cool silver ring in the head glides smoothly over your tongue as he slides deep into your throat, settling there with a satisfied groan. He rocks in lazy little thrusts, fucking your mouth in the same slow, syrupy rhythm that Mingi uses to wreck your cunt below, keeping you perfectly stuffed from both ends.

He loves taking his time with your mouth, pushing deeper until the rounded head of his cock nudges the back of your throat and your lips stretch obscenely around his thick, veiny length. Every few strokes he pulls out completely, letting thick strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his glistening cock, then slaps it against your cheek and lips with wet, filthy smacks — the cool metal ring tapping your skin as he smears your own drool across your face.

“That’s it… open wide for me, peach. Be a good girl for daddy.” His voice is hoarse and low when he commands, before sliding back in, fucking your throat in long, deliberate glides that make your eyes water.

He even lifts his hips a little, pressing his heavy, smooth balls against your lips so you can lick and suck them greedily while he strokes himself lazily over your face, the silver ring catching the low light with every pump. Your muffled moans vibrate around him as Mingi keeps pounding deep into your dripping cunt, the dual rhythm turning you into a warm, wet, drooling mess between them.

The double penetration happens as naturally as everything else tonight, the hazy weed making every shift feel slow and inevitable.

Mingi stays buried deep in your dripping pussy, holding your hips steady while Seonghwa moves behind you. They shift you carefully onto your side, Mingi still lodged inside your cunt as he pulls one of your legs higher, opening you up completely. Seonghwa slicks his fingers generously with spit and the mess of your own slick, then presses one long digit against your tight little asshole, circling it slowly before pushing in.

“Fuck… so tight back here, angel.” Hwa moans lewdly, rolling her eyes as he works his finger deeper, stretching you open with patient, lazy strokes. “You’re gonna feel so full when we both have you. Can barely fit one finger and you’re already fluttering like this… gonna be such a sweet struggle taking both our cocks.”

“Look at her, all soft and so fucked already. That greedy little ass is gonna squeeze us so hard… I love how ruined and wet she gets for us.” Wooyoung lets out a low, filthy chuckle from the side, still stroking himself.

Seonghwa adds a second finger, scissoring gently, curling them to open you up while Mingi rocks slowly inside your pussy to keep you dripping and relaxed. The burn is sweet and liquid under the weed, every nerve glowing hot as they prepare you.

They find their rhythm together — one thick cock buried in your cunt, the other sliding deep into your ass, stretching you impossibly full. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against slick skin and the constant squelch of your juices fill the hazy room with every synchronized thrust. Mingi’s pierced cock drags heavily against your front wall while Seonghwa’s length fills your ass from behind, the dual pressure making your whole body tremble and clench around them in waves of overwhelming pleasure.

Wooyoung watches for a minute, lip ring shiny with spit, lazily stroking his cock before he kneels beside your head and feeds it back into your mouth. You suck him greedily while the other two keep fucking you open, the three of them using you in perfect, syrupy sync.

But the part that makes your head spin the hardest is when they move you to all fours on the floor.

They pull out of you one by one with wet, obscene sounds — first Mingi, then Seonghwa — leaving your holes gaping and dripping. Wooyoung is right there, quick to drop down and drag his tongue through your messy cunt a few slow, greedy times, lapping up the mixed slick and cum like he’s starving.

He pulls back just enough to pat your swollen pussy with his palm, wet smacks echoing softly as he praises you in that low, husky voice:

“Look at you… my little sweet creamy peach, already flowing so beautifully for us. I want both your pretty holes leaking our cum like this all night, dripping down your thighs like a good little slut.”

He’s the one who helps you onto all fours on the floor, strong hands guiding your hips while he strokes and spanks your ass with lazy, possessive smacks that make your skin bloom pink and sting sweetly in the heat.

The rug is soft and worn under your palms and knees. Mingi settles in front of you, thighs spread wide, that massive pierced cock bobbing heavy and intimidating right in front of your face. It’s so fucking big — thick, veiny, and long enough that it always makes your jaw ache in the best way, the fat silver Prince Albert ring at the flushed head catching the low light like an invitation.

You’ve always loved sucking Mingi’s cock, the way it stretches your mouth wide and fills your throat until you’re choking on him, the metallic taste of the piercing mixing with his salty musk.

“That’s it… open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth.” He guides your head down with one big hand tangled gently in your hair, not rough, just firm and unhurried, like he’s got all night.

You do. You take him deep, tongue swirling around the cool silver ring at the tip, tasting yourself and him and the thick, heady musk of weed and sex. At the same time, Seonghwa kneels behind you, hands gripping your hips, and slides back into your soaked cunt in one long, powerful glide.

He’s so lazy about it, deep, rolling thrusts that make his hips slap softly against your ass, but each one is heavy and deliberate, the thick head of his cock dragging along your front wall until you swear you can feel the bulge of him pressing low in your belly.

Every time he bottoms out you feel it, that obscene, relentless pressure building deep inside, making your toes curl and your cunt flutter dangerously. You’re so close to squirting, the intense, liquid heat swelling fast, threatening to spill out of you in a messy, uncontrollable rush with every slow, grinding thrust.

Mingi’s hand stays gentle but firm on the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper, slower, until your nose is pressed flush against his base and you’re drooling messily around his thick cock. Seonghwa keeps fucking you like that — lazy, filthy, and powerfully deep, his glitter-trapped butterfly tramp-stamp flexing with every heavy thrust while the silver stars on his nipples flash when he leans over your back to watch his cock disappear inside your soaked cunt.

Wooyoung kneels close beside you, his cool lip ring brushing the corner of your stretched mouth as he kisses you around Mingi’s shaft, whispering low, filthy praises right against your ear.

They stay like that for what feels like forever. Seonghwa’s cock visibly bulging low in your belly with every languid roll of his hips, Mingi’s pierced length sliding slow and heavy in and out of your throat while he holds your head exactly where he wants it, and Wooyoung’s hands roaming everywhere, pinching your nipples hard and rubbing tight, merciless circles over your swollen clit.

The joint gets passed again; someone holds it to your lips while you’re still stuffed full at both ends, and the fresh hit makes everything even slower, wetter, and hotter, melting your thoughts into thick syrup.

When they finally start to come it’s the same mess. Mingi spills first, pulling out at the last second with a low groan and painting your face in thick, hot ropes — heavy spurts landing across your cheeks, lips, and tongue as you gasp for air.

At the same time, Seonghwa grinds deep into you, he moans loudly against your back, the sound raw and broken as his fingers dig hard into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can grind even deeper.

Thick, warm spurts flood your cunt in heavy pulses, filling you up until you feel impossibly full and sloppy. The pressure builds slowly at first — a deep, liquid heat swelling low in your belly, growing heavier and more urgent with every lazy grind of his cock and every fresh spurt of cum.

“Fuck… that’s it, angel.” He groans, voice wrecked and velvet-rough, breath hot and shaky against your sweat-slick skin. “Cum for us. Make a mess all over my cock.”His hips stutter, cock pulsing thickly inside you as he fills your cunt with load after load of warm cum.

“Come on, baby doll… squirt for us. We want to see how pretty you look when you lose it.” Mingi’s hand tightens gently in your hair as he watches your face, eyes dark with lust.

The feeling keeps building, intensifying, until it finally snaps — hard, sudden, and violent. Your whole body starts shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm crashes through you, amplified a million times by the thick weed haze. You squirt hard, clear fluid gushing out around Seonghwa’s cock in messy, pulsing waves while Wooyoung’s fingers keep rubbing your clit without mercy, drawing every last drop out of you.

The boys groan in approval, praising you softly as your cunt spasms and leaks their mixed cum and your squirt all over the floor.

The high turns the sensation into something overwhelming, like you’re drowning in liquid heat, every nerve screaming while your hole keep clenching and pulsing around him.

They come so much it’s almost ridiculous — thick, endless loads that must be from the weed, flooding your pussy until it leaks out around Seonghwa’s cock in creamy rivulets and dripping down your chin and neck from Mingi’s release. Wooyoung finally paints your ass with his own hot spurts, groaning as he strokes himself through it.

The three of you collapse together in a sticky, sweaty, stoned heap on the worn velvet couch, bodies tangled and glistening with sweat, cum, and spit under the low orange light. Limbs heavy, skin slick and overheated, you melt into one another like you were made to stay this messy.

No one even thinks about cleaning up. The first joint still smolders softly in the ashtray, its cherry-red glowing faintly in the haze, while someone lazily flicks a lighter and sparks another. The music keeps throbbing low and dirty in the background, that slow, greasy bass crawling through the thick air like a second heartbeat.

Seonghwa slides down between your parted thighs with lazy, predatory grace, his long black hair sticking damply to his sweat-slick skin. His long, slutty tongue drags slow and thorough through the messy slick of cum and your own arousal, licking broad, filthy stripes from your dripping hole up to your swollen clit. He savors every drop with wet, obscene sounds, sucking gently on your oversensitive folds, humming low as he cleans you like he’s starving for the taste of all three of you mixed together. Every lazy, deliberate stroke sends deep, rolling aftershocks through your body, the weed and fucking blending into one euphoric haze until you feel like you’re floating — weightless, soaring, deliciously high and utterly boneless.

Mingi catches your fingers, bringing each one to his plush lips, kissing them slowly before sucking the tips into his warm, wet mouth with a low, contented rumble. Wooyoung presses his face to your chest, plush lips brushing lazy, open-mouthed kisses over your breasts, his hot tongue flicking and circling your sensitive nipples, occasionally sucking one into his mouth with a soft, greedy pull.

The night stretches on like warm honey — thick, sweet, filthy, and nowhere near over.

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It’s his own fault, really, he should’ve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people – specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails – that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for – tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.

“So,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’, “how much do you charge for edibles?”

Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, “Edibles aren’t my forte. You don’t smoke?”

“Not my forte,” you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. “It’s just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks in…not for me. But, uh, if you don’t make them I’ll stop wasting your time, then.” You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.

“Wait!” Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until you’re back to facing him. He can’t fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic you’re using on him is actually working, he’s literally pulling on your arm like a child so you won’t leave him.

You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, “Yeah?”

“Uh…are you into, like, brownies? Or…”

The smirk you gave in response said enough, you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

He’d spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadn’t even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit he’d hardly ever heard of before: blondies. 

It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldn’t bake for shit, and here you were demanding he’d make something he’d never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.

His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.

“I can’t even taste it,” Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, “you sure you’re not forgetting the main ingredient?”

“That’s the whole point,” Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, “YN doesn’t want the taste to be too strong, she likes when it’s more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.”

“Are you her wife or her plug?” Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.

“Neither,” Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, “I’m sure he wants to be both, though.”

“Fuck off,” Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. “We just met, I’m just trying to get to know her.” He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.

“You’re already her bitch, what else is there to know?” Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.

“I am not her bitch.”

He totally is, if the way he’s hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.

Heeseung * 2:47 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo

YN * 9:06 AM

omggggg  ur the fucking best how much??

You didn’t respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.

Heeseung * 10:31 AM

1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want more 

YN * 10:40 AM

no cash? :(

Heeseung’s about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.

YN * 10:41 AM 

[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i don’t trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(

It’s a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You weren’t even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.

Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.

Heeseung * 10:50 AM

Actually you know what don’t even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol

YN * 10:59 AM

omg :o are u sure?  don’t want u to lose out on money >.<

Heeseung * 11:11 AM

It’s fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky

YN * 11:12 AM

thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 i’ll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11…angel number u must be my angel :o

There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears won’t work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldn’t be you, but Heeseung’s not too sure he’d be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.

His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasn’t even the word.

Heeseung * 11:13 AM

Must be :)

After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that you’re using him, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s grateful, fully aware that if it weren’t for him being your plug, the two of you likely never would’ve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.

There wasn’t an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.

Since that night, he’s found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time he’d do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.

He still hasn’t convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe it’s for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how you’d stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard — in fact, it already has. Several times.

Enough time has passed to the point where it’s obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, he’s still convinced that you’re a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. He’s also deluded himself into having the “I can fix her” mindset that he’s been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.

However, even if he can’t “fix” you, it wouldn’t be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.

“You sound…crazy, and she sounds crazier,” Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m not crazy,” Heeseung corrects, “and YN is…I don’t know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.”

Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. “Rather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.” He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, “Wow, speak of the devil.”

Heeseung turns, following Jake’s line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.

Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoon’s birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldn’t show up tonight, assuming you’d be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.

He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.

You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, “Sunghoon! Happy birthday, king!”

Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, “I’m not…you know what? Nevermind, thanks.” He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

You shrug, “Wasn’t doing anything else, figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Yeah,” you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, “got anything for me?”

Fuck, Heeseung knew he should’ve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadn’t been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he would’ve been prepared.

He shakes his head, “Not this time, you should’ve told me you were coming; I would’ve made something.”

You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised,” his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, “why won’t you just smoke with me?”

You grimace, shaking your head in response.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Just once? I know your first time wasn’t that great, but, I really think you’d like it if you tried again.”

“I don’t know, Hee…”

“Tell you what,” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “smoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.”

It isn’t much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. “Really?”

Heeseung nods, “I swear.”

You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseung’s desperate offer. 

A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. “You’re nervous,” he comments.

You shake your head, “I’m not.”

“You are, I feel you shaking.”

“I’m fine, just kinda cold. Go on.”

Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.

Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.

“Your turn,” he says, offering you the blunt.

You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.

Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, “You’ll be fine, trust me.” 

Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.

Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, “How’d that feel?”

You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, “I don’t feel anything. Literally nothing.”

“I mean, yeah, you didn’t even inhale it.”

You roll your eyes, “Why are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.”

“I’m just showing you that you have other options, babe.”

“Yeah, well I’m sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I don’t want anymore.”

Heeseung’s well aware that you’re a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.

“Mind if I try something?”

You perk up, “Try what?”

“I do all the work but you still get high.”

You raise a brow, “That’s possible?”

He nods, “All you’d have to do is take deep breaths.”

Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseung’s offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. “Fine.”

Here goes nothing.

He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.

“How was that?” Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasn’t bad. You’re certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.

“Not bad,” you admit, “probably because you did all the work.”

He chuckles at that, “I’ll always take care of you, remember that.”

Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.

As if the night couldn’t have gotten any better, you’re asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. He’s careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.

On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseung’s bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. He’s fully hard in his jeans by now, and there’s no way you can’t feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.

You should’ve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said you’d still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.

Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and he’d surely be cumming in his boxers.

You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.

You close your eyes, mumbling, “Heeseung…”

He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.

You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.

Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth. 

You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. “Fuck,” he moans in a low voice, “keep doing that.”

You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you would’ve expected.

It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. It’s all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.

His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since he’d first met you.

He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, “YN, h-hold on,” he stutters, “slow down, please.”

You don’t listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. “Hmm? Say that again?”

“S-slow – ah, fuck – slow down for a sec, baby.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.

“Why?” You question, tilting your head, but you’re a few seconds too late.

Heeseung’s entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that you’ve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didn’t even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.

Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process what’s just happened, “Oh, Heeseung…” you mumble into the palm of your hands.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

“It’s okay! It happens! No big deal!” You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Sure it happens and maybe it isn’t a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. He’s not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.

“I’m seriously not like this, I’m just overly-sensitive when I’m high. I swear, I-”

“It’s fine, Heeseung,” you interrupt, standing from his lap, “if anything, I’m flattered! Why don’t you, uh, get cleaned up and I’ll see you later?”

“YN, come on, don’t do this.” He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door. 

“I told you, it’s fine! I’m not like,” you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, “mad or weirded out or anything.”

You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. “Let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think you have it in you to do that right now.”

“I do! Just let me, please.”

“Heeseung, please drop it. I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!”

“Heeseung!” Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, “Lower your voice! We’re in a fucking party surrounded by people!”

He smacks his teeth, “I don’t care. Please, YN.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.”

A beat of silence passes, then he says, “Then do it for me. Please.”

Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseung’s wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.

“Fuck,” he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, “been waiting so fucking long for this.”

“Yeah?” You question, your grip on Heeseung’s hair tightening.

This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, “You have no idea.”

Deciding he’s spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.

Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. You’ve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.

He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.

“H-Heeseung…hold on…”

He hums, but he’s not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.

He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. “What?” he asks.

You struggle to catch your breath, “You’re hard again?”

He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, “I guess.”

“You…don’t you wanna do something about that?”

His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, “It can wait.”

You scoff, “Well, I need a minute.”

Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. “Ready?” He asks once a minute has passed.

“No.”

He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. “Go get me a glass of fucking water.”