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You sighed, head falling back as you let the hot water engulf you completely. You closed your eyes in pure bliss, another soft gasp falling out of your mouth - lips curled up in a smile.

“Thank you for this, baby”, you said, opening your eyes to look at your boyfriend.

“No need to thank me, my love. You truly deserve this treatment”, he smiled while talking, tilting his head, “You had worked so hard for your promotion, let’s celebrate it”.

Seonghwa had booked a room in a local bathhouse you wanted to visit since half an eternity, but it never happened that the both of you had time for it. Or for each other.

He has been busy with the newest comeback while you had worked your ass off to get promoted at your job - you had barely seen each other in the last few weeks, maybe even months.

So of course, you had been very happy when Seonghwa picked you up to come here. The hot water really helped to soothe your aching muscles and soul. And the bathhouse really was as pretty as you had seen it on the internet. You had some privacy, an own tub to sit in, probably big enough for five people - but it was just the two of you now. Well, the walls were very thin, you could hear other people in the room next door - except there wasn’t even a door, just a curtain.

“I’m very proud of you, my love”, Seonghwa added, making you furiously blush at the praise.

“You are?”.

Your heart was pounding and it was almost embarrassing, you wanted to blame it on the heat surrounding you, but it was futile. He knew you too well, he was already smirking.

“Oh, of course. You’re the lead director now, right? Let me be proud of my girl for that accomplishment”, he cooed.

After all these years of knowing him, being together with him, you probably would never get used to him complementing you or even calling you ‘his girl’. So of course you were red, your chest flaring with a mixture of pride and affection.

“Come here”, he said, holding an arm open for you.

You moved towards him, sitting down on the edge beside him and letting him sling his arm around you underwater and pull you against him. Your head rested on his shoulder and you closed your eyes, inhaling his vanilla like scent. You hummed lightly as he rubbed gentle circles into your waist, holding you close.

His other hand was on your thigh, massaging the muscles in his reach and making you gasp. It was completely involuntary, just coming out of you in a moment of bliss. But he grinned, you could see it in the corner of your eye.

“What are you doing?”, you asked.

“Nothing?”, he laughed, “Just taking care of my girl”.

His hand scooted higher, cupping your core. You had to press your own hand onto your mouth to keep quiet and shut down the mewl coming up. He manhandled you, moved you to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest.

“We- Hwa, please, we’re in public”, you whispered, looking at the curtain.

“Hmm, guess you’ll have to stay quiet then”, he muttered, his plush lips kissing the spot behind your ear.

“Can’t we wait until we’re back in the hotel? We can- do it there”.

His fingers were parting your folds, one hand holding your legs open with a harsh grip on your thigh. Your nails dug into his arm, still trying hard to not make any suspicious sounds.

“Don’t worry, we’ll do it there”, his voice was just a whisper, but still sent shivers down your spine, “And here”.

He touched your clit gently, asserting only so much pressure onto it that you could feel it. He was teasing you with it, like he always enjoyed to do. Seonghwa liked seeing you fall apart under his mercy, making you beg, but he always was very eager to give you what you asked for afterwards.

“Hwa- I-”, you were afraid to talk, afraid you would moan as soon as your mouth was open.

“Just let me make you feel good, okay? Part of my gift for you”.

And with that, he pushed two fingers in, making your spine arch involuntarily. Seonghwa chuckled, he enjoyed this almost as much as you did, you felt his erection growing underneath you. But he had no problem staying quiet at all, he just let little gasps come through whenever you jolted or writhed at his palm pressing down on your clit.

“Need my help, jagiya? They’re gonna know otherwise”, his free hand came up to cover your mouth, “I’m the only one who’s supposed to hear that”.

With his hand holding your mouth shut, you weren’t so afraid anymore, letting your sounds be muffled by him. You reached behind you, getting your fingers tangled in his hair as he mouthed at your neck.

Seonghwa could play you like a fucking instrument, he didn’t even have to look at what he was doing to you to know you were melting in his skilled hands. He hit your g-spot with the right amount of pressure, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Thaaat’s it, my love”, he muttered, grinding his cock against your ass.

And here you had thought that going into this bath both completely naked wouldn’t lead to anything. To be honest, if you hadn’t been in public, you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands to yourself in his bare presence as well.

You turned around in his arms, cupping his face as he let go of yours, pressing your lips to his in a fiery kiss. He groaned into your mouth, the shared breath so addicting for both of you. He cradled your head with a hand on your neck, the other one on the small of your back to shove you closer against his body.

His dick twitched against your swollen clit like this and you couldn’t stop yourself from properly climbing onto him and straddling his lap. He grinned, you could feel him smirking into the kiss, getting exactly what he wanted when you positioned yourself on top of him to let his cock slide into your waiting pussy.

You didn’t separate, swallowing each others moans to muffle them. A hand on your ass was shoving you down impatiently, literally impaling you on his cock - when he bottomed out, you couldn’t hold back his moaned out name.

“My love-“, Seonghwa gasped, a grin still lingering on his lips, “You gotta stay quiet. They will throw us out”.

“I can’t”, you sobbed, your hips automatically rocking back and forth to chase the friction, “Please- Hwa-“.

“Okay”, his hand slipped from your neck to the front, it wrapped around your throat, not squeezing but holding you close, “But if any sound comes out of that pretty mouth, I’ll stop”.

You didn’t know where to put your hands, gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“You can’t do that to me-“, you pouted, “Please, Hwa- I-“.

“You can handle it, I know you can”.

Seonghwa encouraged you to move, to lift your hips and slam them back down. God, this was torture, every time your hips met his own, he hit your sweet spot without even trying to.

You bit your tongue, then your bottom lip and looked at him with pleading eyes. Seonghwa looked equally wrecked by now, the grip on your throat got tighter with every movement of your body.

“God- ride me like this, my love- you feel so good”, he mused, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your chewed on lips, “My sweet girl, look at you”.

He accentuated his words, thrusting up into you with every single one of them. You groaned, which turned into a sob when he indeed stopped immediately.

“That’s not fair”, you whispered.

“You gotta work for it”, he chuckled, his grip on you unrelenting.

He waited a moment before he let you move again. His free hand came up to comb his hair back before he let his arm rest on the edge of the tub, watching you with a tilted head.

Your hands scrambled, your own fingers now wrapping around his throat as well, right at the base, and squeezed down on the sides.

Seonghwa gasped, a beautiful broken sound, combined with his eyelids fluttering - it had some kind of effect on you. You gyrated your hips, holding onto his throat for leverage as hard as you could with him still being able to breathe.

“Ohh- my love”, he moaned, wasn’t quiet with it either.

But you weren’t stopping, only getting spurred on by it. The water splashed around you, out of the tub and for a moment, Seonghwa seemed to lose himself. His jaw was slack, eyes closed and face scrunched up in pleasure as his fingers flexed on your windpipe.

Your body was sore, it had been before, and with you holding yourself up on your knees and trying to guide both of you to your climax - it had your heart rate peak in an embarrassing short amount of time. He hit your g-spot so good in this position, he reached in so deep and your clit was so deliciously rubbing against his pelvis like this.

But then, he snapped, picking you up and turning you around, pushing your back against the edge of the tub harshly. Seonghwa gripped your hips with both hands, holding you in place as he set a breathtaking pace to plunge his cock into your pussy over and over again.

“Wait- Hwa”, you cried out, but he decided to silence you with his mouth, growling into the sudden kiss like he was obsessed.

He came hard, with your name on his tongue, grunts and moans just barely muffled by your lips as he desperately pushed his hips further into you. The rhythm stuttered, but he couldn’t stop, filling you up with breathy groans and trembling muscles. You felt him twitch inside of you while he fucked his cum in deeper and still couldn’t separate himself from you even when he had finished.

“Sorry- hnngghh- couldn’t hold it back”, his voice was broken, hoarse as he tried to stay quiet after releasing so many guttural moans - everyone around you probably knew what was going on, “I’ll make up for it, promise”.

Seonghwa pulled out with a needy whine, as if he actually didn’t want to. He lifted you out of the tub to sit on the edge of the stones, pushing your legs apart.

“Seonghwa”, it was a warning and a plea at the same time, already gripping his hair to prepare yourself.

“Gonna make you scream my name”, he muttered, gripping your leg to rest it on his shoulder.

“Thought you want me to stay quiet?”.

He kissed your folds, his mouth immediately attached to your pulsating clit as if he needed it to survive.

“Don’t care-“, he groaned, hot tongue pushing into your entrance once before he gave you a flat lick over the bundle of nerves.

You humped his face, guiding his head to the right spot with your hand in his hair and he let you do everything you wanted. He let you fuck his face, his tongue, his nose, all while he stared up to you in awe.

But you were generous enough to let him breathe in between, to separate him from you for your own good - you probably would indeed scream otherwise.

His dark eyes were fixated on your pulsing hole, to his cum dripping out of you. He let the tips of two fingers slide through the mess, gathering it to push it right back in.

“You gotta hold it in, okay? Fuck-“, he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his voice slurred as if he was already drunk on your pussy, “‘S so good”.

His fingers slid into you so easily, fucking into you with quick little thrusts that had your eyes roll back and your exhales come out in perfect sync with them. You were so embarrassingly close, the heat in your stomach already flaring up as you tried to hold onto your last string of control.

Your hand slid into his neck, trying to urge him impossibly closer. That tongue of Seonghwa could be magical, you thought, it definitely felt like it.

So long and wet and skilled, he would always have your legs trembling in no time. Just like now.

“Hwa- gonna cum”, you sobbed, your free hand gripping the tub for dear life.

“Cum on my tongue, my love. ‘T’s okay, drench my face”.

He held his promise when he said he would make you scream his name, because you did. It was one very prolonged moan, every letter pulled into an incoherent length, you could barely make out what you were even saying.

Seonghwa was humming, happily swallowing every drop of your mixed arousal you would give him as your legs threatened to close around him out of sheer pleasure. He held them open, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the spasming muscles.

“God- so good”, he echoed, licking off every remnant of your orgasm, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Someone next door was clearing his throat, reminding you what you just did and where.

“Oh my god”, you whispered, covering your face out of shame while it turned beet red.

“Don’t be embarrassed”, Seonghwa kissed your inner thigh, lingering there for a second, “I love when you sing for me like that. Bet they enjoyed that too”.

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You hummed as you bit down onto your sandwich. Most of the time, you stayed at Jeongins place whenever you could. Nothing happened between you since that night with Seungmin, but you still enjoyed his company.

You actually were kinda sad that he hadn’t approached you like this since then and you debated if he was mad at you for having sex with his friend.

Guilt was bleeding out of your heart, the shame making your heart rate peak.

It was a welcome distraction when a blond man walked into the kitchen. You recalled his name being Felix - over the time you got to know every one of Jeongins roommates but they had never dared to come close to you on their own.

“Good morning”, he greeted you with a smile, soft baritone voice was smooth like honey.

You were startled, seeing him up close you were absolutely stunned by his outstanding beauty. It left you speechless, you couldn’t even answer to him.

“There she is, the golden girl”, he chuckled in a taunting tone, “It’s surprising me that Innie is leaving you so unattended”.

“I don’t think he likes me anymore”, you said flatly and immediately regretted it.

Why did you even say that in the first place? It was like you didn’t even think about saying that, it just came out without warning. But either way, it made Felix grin even brighter in response as he was leaning against the kitchen counter with crossed arms.

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s true. I can hear him talk in his sleep, you know?”, he said in a hushed tone, “And he’s only talking about you”.

He was probably just teasing you for obviously liking Jeongin, but your heart fluttered and your stomach turned in the best way possible at that. It was a cute little thought.

“But to be honest, all of them are talking about you non stop”.

You were frozen, but tried to maintain your inner peace.

“All of them saying how much they want my blood? Including you?”, you asked, eyebrows raised.

Felix laughed wholeheartedly and you thought that probably was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. Wait- what?

“Careful, sunshine”, he mused, “You might be right”.

He approached you slowly, this stunningly handsome man coming towards you with graceful movements, even his walk was pure perfection.

Before you knew it, he trapped you, cornering you in between his body and the kitchen counter, that damn sandwich in your hand long forgotten as he took it away from you and set it on the counter.

“You smell so sweetly up close- I never got to meet you like this before, with your guard dogs on your heels”, he whispered.

He was so close, you could see the freckles on his cheeks and nose - finding the fact that a vampire was actually able to have something like freckles a bit ironic. You wondered if them turning into that bloodlusting creature changed their appearance at all, if he had been this stunningly beautiful as a human.

“Huh?”.

“You know what I mean. Jeongin and Chris are doing a great job in hiding you from us - greedy, if you ask me”, his deep voice engulfed you, dragged you down as if it draped over you like a heavy coat.

You swayed and Felix steadied you with a hand on your waist. You couldn’t really describe how you felt, you weren’t really dizzy, but everything was still spinning, blurring. His face was the only thing you could clearly see.

It was weird, you had felt similar in the presence of vampires before, but they had touched you in these moments - skin to skin. Jeongin had told you that this was completely normal, part of vampires being natural predators for humans. But this particular situation was weird.

“But they should continue to do so, considering your presence is so addicting”, he took your hand and damn, you swooned.

The blond guided your hand to his mouth by your wrist, the tip of his nose rubbing gently against your skin. He inhaled sharply and when he opened his eyes again, they were pitch black - he was hungry. But you couldn’t do anything to stop this, couldn’t call out for help.

“Want me to bite you? Bet I can make you cum untouched with it”, he chuckled, his tongue tracing your vein.

You felt numb and everything at the same time, it was blinding, weird. But empowering. Your mind was buzzing heavily, but it felt so good. You nodded as his arm sneaked around you, holding you close. But then, he was gone. Taking a few steps back all of a sudden. You stumbled, nearly scrambled, to hold yourself up on the kitchen counter.

Jeongin stood there, staring at both of you alternately with his brows furrowed. He was obviously confused. And so were you. Your head didn’t feel that fuzzy anymore, the fog was slowly clearing up.

“We were just fooling around-“, Felix said, the gaze he gave you told you otherwise.

“Fucking siren-“, Jeongin muttered before walking over to you, helping you stand, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”.

His hand on your shoulder was cold against your burning body, also soothing your soul. His other hand gripped your jaw gently, fingers curling around your chin to tilt your head up. His worried eyes searched for something that would tell him how you felt.

“Oh, come on. Nothing happened”, Felix said, grinning again.

“She can answer for herself“.

“Jeongin”, you interrupted him, a hand on his chest, “It’s okay. I’m alright”.

He sighed in relief, his hands cupping your face now. You would always find it endearing that he wasn’t afraid of touching you although he told you from the beginning that he usually doesn’t like being up close like that to anyone. Your heart sunk at his actions, how could you ever think that he didn’t like you anymore? His dark eyes were so full of devotion as he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”, you echoed his question.

Felix mumbled something you couldn’t understand, slowly moving away from you and finally walking out of the kitchen.

“Me?”, Jeongin smiled, “Of course. Why do you ask?”.

“You- were so distant”, you whispered, “Is it because of that night with Seungmin?”.

Jeongin looked at you in confusion, slowly shaking his head. A thumb grazed your cheek so gently, it made you close your eyes for a second. Warmth engulfed you, seeping through every one of your cells.

“Of course not”, he huffed, “No, jagi, I’m actually grateful for it”.

His smile was so sincere, no lie in his soft spoken words. Your hands found his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt and scrunching it. Being so close to him was thrilling and soothing at the same time and you desperately needed something to hold onto.

“Huh?”.

“You saved my friends life, I don’t know how I can thank you enough for that”, he whispered, leaning forward and for a second you thought he would kiss you on the forehead, but then he retreated again.

Your heartbeat was stuttering and maybe it was a vampires’ natural reaction to that, but one of his hands scooted down just a bit, feeling your pulse below your jaw.

“I know it may sound weird because sex is involved in it, but your blood is important to us. Sharing it is the most honorable thing you can do, you’re saving us”, he struggled with words, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with it, “We don’t need to hunt for it, we’re satisfied for longer like this”.

You were glad you could help them, that you had been able to save Seungmin from starvation - blatantly said. You tried to ignore the fact that you had slept with him, although the memory of it made your nerves tingle.

But something he said, something he intended with it wasn’t going out of your head that quickly.

“Do you want the others to bite me too?”, you asked.

Jeongins face turned red almost immediately, a blushing vampire. He looked cute like this, human even. Not that he was resembling a bloodsucking monster in the slightest, but now he looked.. vulnerable.

“No- I mean-“, his stuttering made you grin, your grip getting tighter, “It would be nice of you letting them do it, but it’s up to you, it’s your body. I’m not pressuring you into it”.

Jeongin was utterly perfect. You almost felt guilty that Felix’ presence had made you fold earlier. You knew you had been under some kind of influence by him, but even now you were still thinking about it. You couldn’t stop if you wanted it.

“I don’t want anything to- stand in between us”, you said, not knowing how to put your thoughts into words, “I don’t want you to be mad at me out of jealousy, this has to be with consent, you know?”.

“What do you mean?”, he tilted his head.

God damn it, that stupid innocence of him. You were just going to say it, what did you have to lose right now?

“I like you, Jeongin”.

“Ohhh- I- I like you too”, his smile was everything you needed, everything that told you he understood what you meant.

“And I want to be honest. Felix asked me if I wanted him to bite me- and I did”, you whispered, “I honestly can’t get that encounter out of my head. Maybe you can’t differentiate sex and blood drinking, but-“.

Jeongin grinned, maybe getting even more flushed by your words. The hand feeling up your pulse slid into your neck. This action alone was enough to make your blood boil.

“It’s a natural human reaction to get addicted to the thrill of blood drinking because it’s so pleasuring”, he muttered, “I don’t judge you for wanting to have sex with him”.

God, now you were probably blushing as well.

“You don’t?”.

“No”, he mused, “Why would I judge you for wanting to feel good? As long as I can make sure you’re safe”.

You trembled in his grip, did he even know what he was saying right there? You tried to avoid his gaze, but his hand on your neck didn’t allow you to look away.

“You wanna watch me having sex with your friends?”, you decided to tease him, make him embarrassed and maybe he would let you go, but he grinned.

“I have been there with Seungmin and to be honest, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, he muttered, suddenly being even closer, “Kinda wanted to join you”.

This was not going how you wanted it to. It wasn’t wrong, definitely not, but you did prefer to get out of this situation instead of going in deeper.

“You kinda did”, you whispered.

“Yeah, but like-“.

He shifted, hands leaving your face and neck to hold you close by your waist. You were thankful he did that, as if he had known his gaze turned your legs into jelly.

Arousal pooled low in your stomach, a familiar warmth spreading through your body and centering in your core. That feeling was giving you enough courage to let a hand wander up his chest. Jeongin gasped quietly, looking not that confident anymore.

“Innie-“, you cooed, making him shiver as you teased him - why going back from that now, “You wanna fuck me again?”.

You heard a thud, Jeongin scared away from you. You jolted as well, looking at a startled Christopher who just had entered the kitchen.

“Ohh- sorry, I- Felix mentioned something and I picked up your increased heartbeat and- I’m sorry”, he stuttered, smiling a bit embarrassed.

Your increased heartbeat?

Oh my god.

Did he really mistook your arousal for you being in danger? According to the look on his face, he slowly seemed to understand what was going on here and no matter how uncomfortable he seemed to be, he didn’t leave.

As if he was waiting for something.

“What did Felix mention?”, you wanted to know.

“He- uhm, he indicated that he was interested in- you? And I wanted to make sure nothing happened”.

He seemed to catch himself and his composure again. Not holding his breath anymore, not awkwardly trying to avoid your gaze.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that”, Jeongin jumped in, making Chris look at him in confusion, “You think we can arrange the others to taste her blood?”.

Chris’ eyes widened, they were switching in between you and Jeongin and he was sighing heavily before he let out a growl in frustration.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? That’s a really bad idea”.

“It worked out fine with Seungmin”.

“Yes, but Felix is a siren, he’s gonna take advantage of us as soon as he has the chance”, Chris said, shaking his head.

A siren? Jeongin had called him that too. Was that how he was able to influence you without touching you? Just with his voice?

To be honest, thinking about someone like him walking among humans was a creepy thought, being able to control them without anyone knowing.

“Not when you focus on it. Besides, you know he can’t control both of us - two vampires - at the same time. I’ll be there to help”.

Jeongin sounded so grounded, so sure of himself - leaving no doubt. Still, there was a moment of silence between the three of you.

“And you are okay with it?”, Chris asked you.

“After drinking golden blood, you’re not suffering with hunger a longer period of time, right? If I can help you, I’ll do it”.

Felix grinned, sitting on his bed with crossed arms. He looked so pleased with himself, as if a plan worked really well into his favor.

“Are you afraid of me?”, he asked you, a hand motioning you to come closer to him.

“No”, you answered, not being completely honest.

“You sure? I can hear your heartbeat from afar- so fast, it’s adorable”, he chuckled, taking your hand into his and pulling you towards him to stand in between his spread legs.

“I’m not”, you stated again, “Just curious”.

His hands got hold of your waist, not doing anything, just his finger splaying over you.

“Curious?”.

You were feeling very bold all of the sudden, your hand coming up to cradle his jaw as he looked up to you.

“They told me you were a siren. What does that mean exactly?”, you wanted to know.

You glanced over to Jeongin and Chris, standing next to the bed, ready to move if something happened.

“Ahh, did they?”, Felix hummed, two fingers slipping under your shirt to touch your skin, “Well, you should know by now that we can influence you by touching you- like this”.

You felt hot, your blood boiling you from the inside and making you gasp out. It didn’t burn, it was a tingling sensation, a slight buzz under your skin that made you wish you had less clothes on.

“But I can also do that with my voice. I can make you do whatever I want”, he continued, his tone dropping impossibly lower, “I don’t even need to say it out loud, just the vibrations of it are enough”.

Was that why you were so confident now? Was he helping you get comfortable with the situation?

“Whatever you want?”, you echoed, your hand moving to comb his hair back and out of his face.

He grinned, he looked more like an angel than a demonlike creature. His features were so soft, his smile so pretty.

“Before you even know it”, he cooed.

You pulled your shirt over your head without thinking - it felt like your brain was clogged - only realizing what you did when you let it fall onto the floor beside you. For a second, it startled you, you were frozen to the spot.

“Relax, sunshine. I won’t overdo it- it’s only half the fun when you don’t want it, right?”.

You trembled when he let his hands wander over your naked stomach, down to the waistband of your pants.

“Did I scare you now?”, he mused, his grin not faltering.

You shook your head, your hands steadying yourself on his shoulders.

“No? Brave girl”, he praised you, making you shudder once more.

There was a clear difference whenever he influenced you and when he wasn’t. And when he did, he only gently pushed you into the right direction and letting you do the rest on your own. He was patient with you - that or he took his sweet time to prepare his prey and lull it into a false sense of security.

But you opened your pants on your own, shimmying out of them and pulling them down all together with your panties. You stood in front of three pairs of eyes with just your bra on.

Felix couldn’t help himself, his hand dropping, a thumb gently grazing your folds.

“Quick check up?”, you heard Chris voice behind you, he was coming closer, “You alright?”.

“Channie- don’t worry about her. She’s exactly where she wants to be”, Felix purred, leaning forward to press a kiss right below your belly button to make you whimper in response.

You saw Jeongin shift in his position, hands fidgeting with nothing. Was he turned on by this too? Did he enjoy watching you? Felix followed your gaze, tilting his head a bit.

“Innie, you can come closer if you want to”, he said, holding a hand open for him as well.

“No, thank you”, Jeongin breathed, struggling hard, but moved towards you either way.

“Ohh, you can still fight me? I figured your focus would falter with our golden girl being here, but- you’re doing a good job”, Felix took the younger man’s chin into his hand as Jeongin kneeled down beside you.

He looked hypnotized, staring up at the blond man in front of you in awe as he was belittled in this way.

“Felix-“, Chris warned.

“You’re no fun”, Felix chuckled, “I’m doing no harm”.

And he didn’t, he just let Jeongin sit beside you. You weren’t sure if he let go of him, if he let him snap out of his trance, but he reached for your leg as a safety anchor.

He mentioned they needed focus to withstand Felix’ powers - so maybe this was his way of focusing on you.

Felix’ focus also shifted back to you now, he twisted his wrist to let his fingers slide in between your folds.

“Oh, you’re wet already? So you like me ordering the boys around?”, he chuckled deeply, coming closer again to whisper, “Want me to do that to Chris too? He gets so whiny when he’s dazed”.

Jeongin moved his head, pressing his face against your thigh and littering open mouthed kisses on your scorching skin. You wondered if he was doing this on his own accord, to join you as he had wished before.

When he looked up to you for a second, his eyes were as clear as possible. So you were right and this was turning you on even more.

“Chris, you don’t wanna join the fun?”.

With Jeongin currently free from his spell and just doing what he wanted himself, Chris was at his mercy. Soon enough he couldn’t fight it anymore and you felt his hands touch your back.

“There he is, good boy, Channie”, Felix cooed, his finger finding your clit.

You gasped, your fingers finding Jeongins hair to pull onto them for leverage, making him growl inevitably. He reached up, joined his friends’ fingers in between your legs and let a finger nudge against your entrance.

In the meantime, Chris was opening your bra with trembling hands, letting it fall to the floor carelessly.

“Would you look at that?”, Felix laughed, “I told him to do everything he wanted. And apparently he wants to feel your beautiful body up close, huh?”.

“Everything he wanted?”.

And that meant to palm your tits, squeezing the flesh in his hands and groan at the weight of them.

“Those are his desires, I just helped him to act accordingly”.

You felt his lips in your neck, the gentle suck as he nibbled on your skin.

“Felix-“.

“Don’t worry, sunshine, he won’t bite you. You’re my meal for today”, the blond rubbed quick little circles over your clit as Jeongins finger pushed in.

“Oh god”, you moaned, slumping against Chris’ hard chest, relishing in the treatment they all gave you.

Felix chuckled, the sound of it going directly to your pussy and you clenched around Jeongins finger, which made him decide to add another one.

One of Chris’ hands wandered to your head, angling it back. Those acts are supposed to be what he wanted deep down? Then why did he grab your chin in such a possessive manner, claiming your lips with his in a guttural growl?

You moaned helplessly into his mouth, not able to think more about that. The kiss left you breathless, thoughtless - you felt your knees buckle and your pussy throb. Swallowing your sounds, Chris was gasping.

“Innie-“, Felix mused, “Be a good boy and help me, yeah?”.

You could hear the younger man hum as he stood up. The kiss with Chris ended abruptly and he shied away from you a bit, as if your mouth was suddenly burning his.

His eyes were wide, opened in shock, but before he could say something, Jeongins hands were pushing him back.

“It’s okay, hyung. You can join us. I know you want to”, he muttered, shoving some more until Chris was seated on the bed.

Jeongin was obviously caught in Felix’ spell, Chris was very much not. They had been right that he wasn’t able to control both of them, so he decided to switch in between them to make them act like this.

“I can see your gaze, you think she wouldn’t notice?”, Felix’ hands were cupping Chris’ face.

When Jeongin snapped out of it, Chris was already pulling you with him. He laid down on the bed, propped up against the headboard with you against his chest and in between his legs.

But Jeongin didn’t really seem to need the influence to shove your knees apart. You were breathing heavily, unsure of what was happening, all of it happened so fast, it was dizzying you.

“I thought this was about you biting me?”, you asked, looking at Felix who was standing next to the bed now.

“It is, sunshine. But drinking your blood is just the climax of this”, Felix opened his pants, you could already see the outline of his cock underneath them, “The others may just be out for your blood, but for me, your pleasure comes first”.

Jeongin was settled beside you, one hand gripping your thigh, the other one reaching for your core again. His fingers gathered the wetness there, using it to coat his fingers before pushing in again.

You moaned, your head falling back against Chris’ shoulder and before you could find something to hold onto, the man behind you grabbed your wrists tightly and held them up.

Jeongin stared at you with dark and hungry eyes, but his gaze was clear and sincere - making you feel entirely safe.

Felix slowly undressed himself, wrapping a hand around his hard cock. He was stroking himself, shamelessly bathing in your stares with a smug grin on his lips.

“You like that, huh, all the attention?”, he whispered, “Innie is making you feel good, right?”.

Your head was spinning, your brain working overtime to keep up with the three of them. You didn’t really know if it was because of your ongoing lust or if Felix had you wrapped around his finger with his powers. Your chest flared out with excitement and anticipation either way.

You noticed you couldn’t wriggle out of Chans’ grasp in the slightest, you had no other choice than surrender.

“That looks so nice. My beautiful, golden girl at my mercy”, Felix sighed, but earned a side eyeing glance from Jeongin, “Don’t be jealous, Innie. I let you participate”.

He grabbed the younger man’s neck, shoving his face forward until you felt his breath fanning over your wet folds. You whined at it, his fingers curling inside you only made things worse. He was stretching you, moving in a scissoring motion until he had you crying for more.

“I let you prepare her for me. Say ‘thank you, hyung’. Be grateful”.

Jeongin couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward some more, giving your clit a tentative lick and groan at the taste. You jolted, legs already quivering.

“Thank you, hyung”, he moaned, now drunk on your pussy instead of his older friends powers.

He got bolder with it, sucking on your clit, letting his teeth graze the bundle of nerves every now and then. You even caught yourself thinking how it would feel, if he properly bit you anywhere near it.

You were sure you would cum any minute now, with his fingers striking your g-spot and his tongue lapping up your sticky juices - it just felt too good to hold back.

But Felix seemed to be able to read your mind, he pulled Jeongin back, much to his dismay. But he still gave up the spot in between your legs, letting Felix kneel there. You didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of Jeongins fingers filling you up, Felix was quick to replace them with his dick, slowly sliding in.

“So wet and warm, god-“, he groaned, looking down at where his cock was pushing into your pussy.

His gaze was locked there, his eyes having a dark shadow over them and telling you how much he desired you.

“Felix-“, you breathed.

“Oh, I know. We’re all here to see you cum. Make it a show for me, yeah? Scream my name when you do it”, he ordered, urging the last inches in a bit quicker.

The stretch wasn’t painful, you were sure he was influencing you enough to only feel the incoming pleasure of feeling so full.

“Felix-“, you moaned out again.

Chris whimpered behind you, shifting, but still not letting go of you. You could feel his erection press into your back, which made your head spin even more.

“Not quite there yet? Don’t worry, sunshine. I got you”.

“Let go, jagi. It’s okay”, Jeongin whispered, fingers slowly tracing your arm, “You look so pretty like this, fuck-“.

You looked at him, the devotion and longing in his eyes was taking away your breath, making you sob. He leaned forward to kiss you, giving you a taste of your own essence. His tongue pushing into your mouth was what made you finally cum, seizing up and suck in Felix’ cock impossibly deeper.

You didn’t know anymore which name you cried out, what exactly you were babbling in your hazy state. But you could definitely feel three pairs of hands on your body, three men, three vampires working together to enhance your orgasm.

“Would you look at that. I understand why you kept her away from us”, Felix squeezed your hips, fucking into you while you were still clenching down on him, “She smells even better when she’s aroused, fuck- Does she taste as good?”.

“Her blood or her pussy?”, Jeongin drawled, completely in awe as he watched you getting fucked by his friend, “Both is delicious”.

The overstimulation didn’t even get to you, Felix made you forget it before you realized it. The quick but deep thrusts of his hips felt so good, reaching in so deep, your eyes probably crossed.

Chris was writhing behind you, still under Felix’ control, but breathing heavily, not able to control the whines spilling out of his mouth.

“What is it, Channie? What do you want?”.

“A taste”, he moaned out.

Felix grinned, halting in his movements. You felt like your chest was about to explode, your heart was beating so fast, you heard your pulse ringing in your ears.

The blond man pushed two fingers into your pussy, forcing them in around his cock and making you sob. He wasn’t torturing you with the lack of thrusts any longer than needed, continuing with them when he pulled his fingers out again.

“Open up”, he cooed, holding his drenched fingers up in front of Chris’ mouth.

You couldn’t see it, but you heard him moan around the digits, slurping up your wetness. It was filthy and so wrong of Felix to pull up Chris’ desires so blatantly. But god, he pressed the dripping fingers on your clit, rubbing it gently.

“It’s really that good, huh?”, he joked, looking at Chris’ fucked out face and sticking them past his own lips.

Felix moaned, the soft velvety voice bouncing back from the walls. He snatched your wrists from his hyungs grip, pressing them down into the mattress. He leaned over you, holding himself up on his arms and elbows as he kissed your jaw.

The taste of your arousal seemed to have snapped something inside of him, his restraints gone, his pace ruthless but rhythmic. You angled your head, awaiting the pinch of his teeth, the climax that would follow because of his venom.

But it didn’t.

“You want me to bite you so badly, huh?”, he whispered, tongue out to lick up your throat.

You nodded heavily, wanting the heat inside your body to finally burn up. Wanting the coil in your stomach to snap once more.

“Want me to bite you here?”, he sucked on your collarbone, coming up to your shoulder where Jeongins bite mark still throbbed, “Or next to his?”.

“I don’t care”, you sobbed, clenching down on him again when he was reaching in even deeper, his body scooping up a bit.

“Somehow you’re smelling particularly sweet here”, Felix mused, changing up to kiss your wrist, “Right where your pulse is, god, if you knew how-“.

He didn’t finish his sentence, he was shivering, overwhelmed with the combination of his cock plunging into you, your smell so close and you - just you, surrendering to him so effortlessly.

He dug his teeth in without warning and for the first time, there was no pain at all. Luckily, he has enough control over your nervous system to just send the orgasm through you unhindered.

It was embarrassing how loud you were, how much you were moaning, how you didn’t know which name you were moaning anymore. It was blinding, a torturous amount of pleasure.

Felix came equally intense, loud, shamelessly fucking his cum into you as deep as possible. He swallowed your blood, a wet gurgling growl in his chest told you how much he liked the taste of it.

He didn’t come up for air, he just continued sucking and moaning, his other hand coming up to cup your tit, palming it.

For him, all of this seemed to be inherently sexual, the whole act of it was revolving around your pleasure. With Jeongin, it had been different, because you didn’t know what you had been thrown into. His bite had been a mistake. Seungmins bite was a result of your wish of saving his life. This was just pure lust.

And you felt that with every fiber of your being.

“Felix, that’s enough”, Jeongin said, gripping his shoulders to pull him back.

But of course, Felix was too far gone to let this delicious treat go this easily.

“No”, he grunted, lapping up the red liquid trickling down your arm, “It’s not”.

Jeongin let go from him immediately, but Chris was quick to catch your arm, pulling you back and into a safe embrace.

“Don’t-“, Felix’ voice was just a vibration, nothing more than a bass, almost painful in your ears.

The older man held his breath, his grip faltering around your body. And right before he was about to push you back into Felix’ clawing grip, Jeongin was on top of the blond man, one hand holding Felix’ mouth shut, the other pulling him against his chest in a headlock.

“Easy, calm down”.

Felix thrashed, clawing at the younger man, noticing he wasn’t strong enough to get out of his grip, he dug his nails into Jeongins arms.

“Are you okay?”, Chris asked, his fingers wrapping around your wound and pressing against it to stop the bleeding.

His pupils were blown, eyes dark as he tried to regain a normal breathing rate. The way he was looking at you, it was what you could call a mixture of arousal, desire and hunger. Yet, he didn’t even try to get close to your bleeding arm.

“Yeah, thank you”, you breathed weakly.

Felix growls were filling the room, his demonlike eyes fixated on you. He was tearing apart the skin on Jeongins arm in futile attempts to get free. This was indeed scaring you a bit, you shied away from him, into the safe arms of the man behind you. Your arm was pounding with a numbing pain, reminding you in what kind of danger you put yourself in so willingly - you were seeing it right in front of you, trying to reach you again with feral claws and grunts.

“It’s your blood- the smell- let’s get you out of here, yeah?”, Chris muttered, pulling you with him.

“But, Jeongin- he’s getting hurt”.

“Felix will calm down when he can’t smell your blood anymore. As long as his mouth is shut, Innie is safe”, Chris guided you outside, into the bathroom next door, “Let’s get you patched up”.

He searched for bandaids, something to stop the bleeding while you watched him. You had to sit down, your legs felt wobbly, your entire body was completely sore.

His movements were trained, stoic and most of the time, he wasn’t even breathing.

“How come you aren’t affected when smelling my blood?”, you asked, letting him clean up your bloody arm.

“I am affected”, he said quietly, a little groan hid in between his words, “It’s just- it’s a long story”.

God, his eyes were so hungry, so much desperation in it. His hands were trembling as he forced himself to keep calm, to not overwhelm you and succumb to his instincts. You noticed it in every detail, the way he held his breath whenever his fingers touched your blood, the way his jaw clenched shut. And- you could clearly see his ongoing erection. He seemed to notice, his ears slowly turning red.

“I’m so sorry about what happened in there, I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed focused”, Chris avoided your gaze, your longing stare, “I- I can’t say enough how sorry I am for that”.

“What if I liked it? What if I want it?”, you asked, a hand reached out to him, but he took a step back when he was done with your arm.

“Please- don’t say stuff like that- Don’t make me-“, his voice was broken, “You shouldn’t want any of this”.

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God, you were so damn relieved this day was over. Work was boring, your coworkers so obnoxious and annoying - all in all just very tiring.

You needed a coffee.

Badly.

So you stormed into your favorite coffee shop with that build up stress and anger, walking pace quick and with a lot of energy. That poor barista was only doing her job, but it was actually a lot more overcrowded on the counter than you had thought it would be. At least most of them grabbed a coffee to go, you wanted to sit down for a moment to enjoy the caffeine. Finally having the cup in your hands, you turned around and to make your day even worse, of course you would be walking right into another person.

Your coffee swirled dangerously in the white porcelain and you dropped your bag to save it from being thrown around.

“Hey! Watch your step, would you?!”, you barked, “Are you fucking blind?”.

In front of you stood a dark haired man, very handsome actually - dark beautiful eyes.

“Actually, I am”, he grinned.

You stared at him in disbelief, your former anger being gone in an instant and anxiety took its place.

“Just kidding”.

You frowned. Sighing in annoyance and slightly leaning down to grab your bag again.

“Very funny”, you growled, walking past him.

He was still there when you settled on a table in the furthest corner of the cafe, also sitting down a few tables aside from you. God, what a shame he was so pretty, you kinda wanted to be mad at him for almost letting you drop your coffee and his stupid remark.

But oh well.

You inhaled deeply. Exhaled again.

Then you startled, jolting when the vibrations surged through your body. You immediately knew, but how was this even possible?

The vibe toy, snugly seated in your pussy to let you accommodate to the pleasuring stretch before coming home, had started. You didn’t know why, though. It had a remote - maybe it was broken when you let your bag fall down?

You grabbed it, setting it on the table and opened the zipper.

Oh.

This wasn’t your bag.

There were some papers in there, headphones, an old looking phone. You grabbed it instinctively, needing something to hold onto because the setting went higher again.

You looked around hastily, seeing the man you had bumped into still sitting on his table, leaning back in his chair and holding the vibe remote in his hand. He looked at it with furrowed eyebrows, his thumb playing around on the setting, but thankfully turning it down a notch.

You wanted to stand up and get it, just rip it out of his hands. But you were frozen to your spot - especially when he moved to grab his phone from the pocket of his pants. You couldn’t help yourself but squirm in your seat and desperately gripping the strangers phone a bit harder.

Until it vibrated.

You looked at the screen, it wasn’t even secured with a password - which you found odd, but didn’t put more thoughts into it.

Looks like we swapped bags, huh?

You huffed, rolling your eyes.

Genius, can I get mine back?

You looked over to him, he just smiled, not even glancing in your direction.

Come and get it

He played with the remote again and you had to actively stop yourself from making any noise. There was no way you would walk over there with your vibrator pressuring against your g-spot like that.

I can’t

Put that thing down

He grinned. That smug motherfucker had the audacity to fully grin from ear to ear and still not looking up from his phone.

What does it do?

You know VERY well what it does. Put. It. Down

There was a moment where the dark haired looked at the little remote in his hands before finally looking up to meet your gaze. You couldn’t read his facial expression, but he was still smirking before he typed something in his phone again.

Oh. Naughty girl

You stared at the screen, a gasp forced its way out of your mouth. You didn’t expect this. You also didn’t expect your body to react like that. But damn, that stupid vibration in your pussy was making you obviously dumb.

In a need of more friction, you pressed your thighs together, biting your lower lip as the sensation overwhelmed you.

You seriously getting off in public? Damn

Not my fault, you have the remote

He took a sip of his coffee as if you weren’t even having that conversation right now. It was almost infuriating.

Before he answered again, the setting got higher again and you jolted. You rolled your hips forward, couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. Your cheeks burned with shame and undeniable arousal.

But you put that thing into your pussy, right?

Again, you were stunned. Again, you didn’t really know what to answer to that. You were sweating, your heartbeat almost painfully aggressive in your ribcage.

Could you turn it down now?

You don’t want me to make you cum?

The vibrations got more intense, you were trembling in your seat at this point. You were so embarrassingly close - this whole situation leading up to the intense pull and tug inside of your lower stomach.

I don’t even know your name

Wooyoung

You snorted, he grinned. A glance towards you. He shifted in his seat. You did the same. You wondered if Wooyoung was equally affected - if he was hard and his erection strained against his pants.

Okay, these thoughts weren’t really helping you through this.

If anyone in this cafe knew what was going on here, you could never come back in your life. But somehow, this was part of the thrill. It was making this even more exciting.

You gonna warn me when you cum?

Yeah

And with that, Wooyoung put you on the highest setting without a second thought. Your head slightly fell forward, your free hand clutching your thigh to try and distract yourself to keep quiet.

That’s a good girl

Oh, come on.

That man knew exactly what he was doing. You were more than certain that he knew what that little device in your bag was from the beginning. Wooyoung was a little freak.

But you loved it.

You didn’t think you could crave a stranger so badly, you needed him. You didn’t even care who he was, your empty mind didn’t even think about any consequences. All it could think was about the sheer pleasure he was forcing you through, the way your muscles contracted without your will.

Are you close?

You struggled hard to write an answer.

Yeah

The roll of your hips into nothing was frustrating and so fulfilling at the same time. You were biting your tongue, choking on your breath.

Wooyoung

Look at me when you cum

And you did. You lost your vision for a second when the hot sparks of pleasure rolled through you without mercy. But you still forced yourself to keep your eyes open, to fixate on the man sitting too far away for your liking. His mouth was open, then he was grinning.

He visibly enjoyed watching you come undone, having you fall apart without needing to touch you. You were breathing heavily as your walls clenched down on the vibe toy and you were literally riding it out, just hoping no one else would understand what was happening.

Wooyoung was generous enough to turn it off when you started to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. But still, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other, staring the other one down intensely.

To the bathroom. Now

He didn’t even answer. He grabbed your bag off the table, you did the same - leaving your untouched coffee cup behind. Both of you hurried to the toilet, Wooyoung was literally shoving you inside and locked the door as soon as he shut it behind him.

Before you could even properly react, he yanked the bag from you, letting both of them carelessly fall down to the floor before he grabbed you. Spinning both of you around to shove you against the wooden door.

You were right, he was hard. And he pressed the bulge of his cock against your core, letting no air come in between both of your bodies.

There was no sound except your breaths, no words. You grabbed him by his neck, pulling the dark haired down to you to clash your lips on his. The kiss was messy, filthy, his tongue immediately searching for yours to pull a moan out of you.

“God, you sound so pretty-“, he huffed, kissing along your jaw to gently nibble on your skin, “Let me hear it again- I imagined what you would sound like when you cum. You did such a good job keeping quiet for me there”.

You moaned again, the praise heating up your body so relentlessly it made you dizzy - your head was so light, already fucked dumb.

Wooyoung grinded his hips against yours, a hand fisting your hair to angle your head so he had better access.

“I’m so hard, watching you like that- that was so hot”, he breathed, “You gonna moan my name out loud this time when I fuck you?”.

“Oh god- Wooyoung”, you whimpered, just holding onto his shoulders because you didn’t know where to put your hands.

You were melting into his touch, absolutely and utterly at his mercy. He made you forget your rage, your pent up frustration that had built up over the day - you probably even forgot your name and everything else that was important.

“Yeah, just like that”.

He sucked on your neck, biting at the sensitive skin to make your spine arch off the door, your fingers were digging into his shirt.

But that wasn’t enough - not for him and not for you either. You didn’t have to ask him, he moved you again, pushing you forward and against the sink, helping you to brace your hands on it, while his own wrapped around your waist to squeeze.

“Lost all your bite, look at you”, he cooed with a sly grin, a hand between your shoulder blades pushing you forward, “So pliant for me now”.

His hands sneaked forward, pulling your skirt higher to cup your core. You were sensitive, trembling immediately as he touched you there. He was careless with your panties, pulling them down and helping you out of them before stuffing them into the pocket of his pants.

You didn’t have the mental capacity to scold him for that, not with his slender fingers gently rubbing your folds.

“God, you’re so wet. I got you all riled up, huh?”.

“Yes-“, you sobbed when you noticed he was neglecting your clit, reaching for the toy inside of you instead.

Wooyoung pulled it out slowly, making you gasp in the process. He brought it up to his face, inspecting it. It was shaped like a long bullet, covered in your juices and he really had the audacity to dart his tongue out to give it a lick.

He hummed satisfied, closing his eyes for a second before letting the toy fall into the sink in front of you.

“Wooyoung-“, you breathed, his hands were wandering over your naked skin, “I need you”.

“Oh, really?”, he chuckled hoarsely, “Naughty girl”.

He had called you that again, and your body had the same reaction to it once more. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your heart rate spiking. The moan just slipped out of your mouth, you were sure you could see Wooyoungs pupils dilate in the mirror. He grinned, leaning forward to rub his nose to the spot behind your ear.

“You gonna let me fuck you in here, in front of the mirror so you can watch yourself?”, he teased you.

“Oh, please do”, you grinned as well, blissed out even though he had done nothing yet.

But that was changing quickly, you heard him unbuckle his belt in a hurry. But instead of inserting his dick when he pulled it out, you felt two of his fingers nudge against your entrance.

“Nooo-“, you whined, but he was already shoving them in in one go.

“No?”, he asked, “You don’t wanna be prepared?”.

His hand wrapped around his dick. You should probably hurry this up, people surely noticed the two of you running in here. But none of you cared enough about that.

“I want you to fuck me”.

The dark haired chuckled, pulling his fingers out again. They hadn’t been inside for too long, yet you still missed them. But when you felt the head of his cock taking in their place, your hips almost immediately moved back on their own to split yourself open like this.

Both of you moaned, his hands holding onto your hips for leverage and to slow you down for his own sake.

“Insatiable, huh? Fuck”, he huffed, pushing you forward to make you bump into the sink.

He grinded against you when he was fully bottomed out, relishing in the way your warmth felt around his length and letting his head fall back monumentally.

“Can you move already?”, you asked through gritted teeth.

Wooyoung laughed, a hand getting hold of your throat, pulling you back with it. He was making your spine arch like this, whole body stretched until the back of your head hit his shoulder.

“Can’t you be a good girl and be patient?”, he cooed, lips pressing against your temple with a grin, “Begging a stranger to fuck you and you can’t even be nice to him?”.

He stood completely still, caging you in between his body and the sink and making you unable to move. You whined, but damn, his twitching cock inside of you felt so damn good.

“Please”.

“Hm? Please what?”, his grip got tighter as he taunted you, fingers pressing against your blood flow.

You were speechless and breathless at the same time, just groaning at the relieving lightheaded feeling he granted you. Wooyoung turned out to be such a menace, you had known it through the chat, but witnessing it up so close was something different.

“I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta promise me to not hold back any sound”, he thrusted into you once, giving you a taste of what you craved so hard.

Your aching pussy clenched around him immediately, it was pathetic how much you needed this. Your body surrendered itself to this stranger - you knew nothing about him except his name.

“We’re in public-“, you gasped, a last slither of common sense speaking.

“Now you’re worrying about that? Baby, you already came in front of all these people”, he laughed, kissing your jaw again, “Let them know how naughty you are”.

And with that, he pulled back a bit, only for his hips to snap forward again. He found a sloppy but effective pace to fuck you, your thighs pressing against the porcelain with every forceful thrust.

His free hand splayed out on your lower stomach and pressed down to feel himself bruising you up from the inside while the other one still held you in place.

You were already close, as if you hadn’t even come down from your first orgasm properly. He felt it, he was very aware of every little contraction - his smug grin gave it away.

“I can’t hear you, baby”, he muttered, his hand scooting up to grab your jaw instead, “Or did I already make you forget my name?”.

He forced you to look into the mirror, to watch yourself while your insides got rearranged like that. His jaw was strained, his muscles obviously flexing.

“Need my help? It’s ’Wooyoung’. Easy”, he taunted you, it was even a bit humiliating.

“Wooyoung”, you echoed, mouth stuck as it fell open.

His thrusts got faster, messier. The dark haired was moaning himself, getting lost in it.

“Yeah, louder this time. Okay?”, he choked out.

His thrusts pushed the air out of your whole body, you were sure your legs already had bruises on them. They hurt terribly every time you bumped against the sink, but it somehow only enhanced your desire for him.

“Wooyoung- hahh-“, you moaned out, his name rolled over your tongue so easily as if you already said it a thousand times.

“Again, come on”, he demanded and turned your head to look at him instead.

“Wooyoung-“.

“Again”, he leaned forward to press his lips to yours for a second.

You chased his mouth, wanted to feel everything he had to offer. He let you kiss him, he even swallowed your sounds instead of wanting to hear them. He tasted like coffee, licking into your mouth and claiming it shamelessly.

“Oh god-“, you sobbed.

“Hmm, I’ll let that count”.

He took a step back before he let go of you, pushing your head down until you were bent over and completely at his mercy.

His hands were on your hips again, holding you in place as he continued to fuck you in a ruthless rhythm. He stared at you in the mirror, locking gazes with you through it and made you cum for a second time in such a short period. You trembled, moaning out loud and gripping the sink until your knuckles turned white.

“Ohh- fuck, you’re gonna take it, right? Good girl”, he grinned, obviously enjoying how your spasming walls felt around him.

It was what finally made him cum as well, fucking his seed into you with quick thrusts and continued to ride both of your orgasms out with it.

“Goood girl”, his hands squeezed you, helped you to stand upright again and held you close when he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

Both of you were breathing heavily, sweating from the heat of the situation.

Wooyoung looked satisfied, still grinning.

“You owe me another coffee”, you huffed.

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Hyunjins face when his mother had asked him to join for grocery shopping had been hilarious. He hated lying, especially to his parents, but he had to come up with something else than your original plan to have an escape there.

He told them you weren’t feeling that well and he wanted to stay by your side. In reality, as soon as his parents were gone, Hyunjin had you splayed out underneath him in his childhood bedroom.

“Little minx”, he cooed, grabbing your hips harsher to pull your naked body towards him, “Begging me for attention in my parents home? Tsk”.

His cock plunged into your pussy with so much force, it made your tits bounce with every thrust.

“You were the one folding in one second as soon as I- hahhh- called you a good boy”, you reminded him with a grin, your fingers digging into the sheets beside you.

Hyunjin was braced on his knees in between your legs, hands holding onto you for leverage. His back arched, head falling back in a choked out moan.

“Don’t act all innocent, my love. You asked me to fuck you dumb and cover you with my cum”, he laughed.

He angled your legs up, asserted pressure onto the back of your thighs and manhandled you into a mating press. In a position like this, he hit your g-spot effortlessly, a smug grin on his lips as he noticed you trembling in waves of pleasure.

“I did-“, you decided to tease him with it, encouraging him to go all in with it, “Yet, I’m still able to think”.

Hyunjin growled, it turned into a deep dark chuckle. His pace picked up immediately, bullying the most sensitive spot of your body over and over again like this and making you moan out loud in the process.

“Sorry, wasn’t enough, huh?”, he groaned, thrusts erratic, but deep and quick, “Gotta make sure that pretty head is empty when I paint you, right?”.

You shouldn’t have taunted him like this, because you weren’t even able to breathe like that anymore. You almost forgot how to gasp for air. Hyunjin leaned down, folding you in half as much as possible, his lips gently kissing your jaw.

“That’s more like it”, he cooed, obviously enjoying your lustful face.

You were drooling, he darted his tongue out to lick your saliva away before shoving it right back into your mouth. It was filthy, messy, but the sound of your kiss was in perfect sync with the wet squelch of your pussy.

You sobbed uncontrollably into his mouth and he swallowed all of it happily, driving into you relentlessly until you tumbled over the edge. Your useless hands grabbed his hair, pulling on the strands until he had to separate from you and hiss in pain.

Your limbs were locked in place, toes curling and your body arching into him as much as this position allowed you to.

“Oh- squeezing me like that- fuuuck”, he managed to fuck you through your orgasm, helping you through the blinding sensation of serotonin flooding your cells before he changed his position abruptly.

Hyunjin pulled out, spread your legs and came onto your lower stomach. Hot white ropes of cum covered your pussy, your folds. It made you shiver in a good way. His lips were parted, breathing heavily - just like you were.

“That was number one”.

“Think you can continue?”, you asked, bracing yourself up on your elbows after a few seconds of coming down from your high.

His long and slender fingers came up to your hips and waist again, massaging you there.

“Baby, you have no idea-“, the grin on his face was almost menacing when he leaned down and kissed your skin right between your tits, “I’m gonna get that reward”.

He lapped up a little droplet of sweat up your collarbone, his cock was still hard as he was rutting against you. He dragged it against your thigh, groaning at the heavy stimulation - the sound was muffled by your nipple in his mouth.

“You gonna look so pretty when I’m done”, he sucked on the sensitive bud with alternating force, making you gasp and fall back onto your spine again, “Maybe I can leave some hickeys here- What do you think?”.

You couldn’t answer - his hand wandered down, his fingers gathering some of his cum before he spread it over your clit and gently rubbing you there. He was cautious, aware of the overstimulation and not asserting too much pressure.

His hips were unable to keep still, wet cock sliding against your skin and making him groan. You encouraged it, angling your thigh to give him better access and he scooted up a bit as his mouth latched onto your other nipple and he humped your hips now.

“Hyunjin-“, you sighed, hand gripping his hair to hold his face against your tit.

“Yeah, keep saying my name like this, love. Makes me wanna cum so bad- fuck”.

Hyunjin abandoned your nipple after giving it another filthy lick to suck your skin in between his teeth right above it. At the same time, he shoved his cum stained fingers into your pussy, huffing against your chest.

“Gotta make sure there’s something inside of you as well”, he grunted, hips not slowing as he choked out moans while he still sucked at your chest, “My favorite part- when it drips out of you. Need to paint that in the future”.

Although you just had reached your high a few moments again, his long fingers inside of you brought you close again, pumping in and out in the same desperate rhythm he had chosen for his hips.

Your body trembled underneath him, you squirmed of overstimulation, but he held you locked in place, his teeth gently nibbling on you and kissing you in between harsher tugs whenever the sting got so bad it made you arch into him.

You whined uncontrollably when he curled his fingers, finding your g-spot so casually.

“Fuck-“, he breathed, “Your sounds-“.

He couldn’t hold onto it, cumming again with the deepest growl you ever heard of him, painting your hips and stomach with it. It was filthy, sticky, still moving and dragging his twitching cock through the mess he made to heighten the sensation even more.

The dark haired was breathing heavily, gasping for air as his orgasm had robbed all of it.

“That was number two”.

He leaned back, getting onto his knees again to admire the first part of his work. His dark and exhausted eyes roamed over you with nothing more than devotion and hunger.

“You need a minute?”, you were whining when he removed his fingers before you could even get off on them.

“We don’t have enough time- we don’t even have an hour left and three orgasms to go”, he grinned, a hand shoving his sweaty hair back and out of his face.

When he leaned forward, his hands came forward to cup your tits with them - squeezing the flesh with a bright grin. His cock wasn’t even fully hard anymore, already softening, but his gaze told you he wanted more.

“You’d let me fuck them? Imagine how perfect they would look pooling around my cock”, he hummed.

You nodded hastily, mind hazy from your arousal as he already was settling on your chest and wrapping a hand around his dick.

Hyunjin hissed, being so sensitive was already taking a toll on him. But he was determined, the idea of the reward he would be getting was so intriguing, he still stroked his dick with slow pumps to get himself ready again.

You took your own tits into your hands and pressed them together so he could slide his half hard dick in between them.

“God- fucking-“, he squeezed his eyes shut.

He looked ruined, this really was a challenge for him now. His cock was red and angry, begging for him to stop and wait for a bit, but he needily rutted against you, opening his mouth to spit onto your tits, granting him more wetness to move better.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Look at you”.

It really must be a sight to behold for him, so willing, so pliant that he could use your body so shamelessly to get off. But Hyunjin looked like a work of art - naked chest covered in sweat, muscles glistening in the light like he was a greek god as he was grinning down while looking at you.

“You should see yourself, Hyune”, you cooed, “So eager to get your reward you’re pushing your limits? My baby looks so wrecked”.

“Fuck”, he breathed, hips already stuttering, “Don’t say shit like that”.

Your hands switched, he was palming your breasts while fucking them as your fingers wandered up his thighs. You stroked the skin on his hips, enjoying how his abs clenched underneath your featherlight touch. Your heart was so loud, although he wasn’t even really stimulating you, this was so hot for you as well.

You were convinced you could reach your high just from seeing him fall apart.

“Why not?”, you asked, grinning brightly.

Your fingertips dug into his muscles, in between the crevices of them before reaching down and grazing his pelvis.

“I’m gonna cum- fuuuck”.

“Isn’t that the whole point?”, you laughed.

Hyunjin chuckled, joining the banter and nodded before he picked up the pace. He stretched his long body, arching his spine and letting his head fall back in pure bliss. Looking down, you could see his cock vanishing in between your tits right before the head poked out again.

“Gonna make a mess on my tits, baby? Come on”, you encouraged him, taunting him with a belittling tone.

“Yes- fuck, everything you want, my love”, he choked out.

The power dynamic with Hyunjin was always switching, he liked to be dominant, to manhandle you a bit - but you knew very well that he also enjoyed being a pillow princess with you taking care of him to no end.

He scooted back right before he came. The orgasm being so intense for him, his whole body tensed up and vibrated as he spilled a surprisingly large amount of cum onto your spit stained tits with a whimpered moan.

“Ahhh- fuck- I-“, his movements halted, cock twitching, he looked down at you, admiring his work and whispering under his breath, “So pretty”.

“Such a good boy”, you praised him, “That was number three. You think you can go on?”.

He froze in his place for a second, inhaling and exhaling audibly before a wicked grin formed on his mouth. He got off of you, pulling you with him to flip you around and position you on all four.

There was no warning before he split your pussy open with his cock once more, burying himself and bottoming out with a controlled and swift motion.

You yelped, the sudden intrusion almost letting the coil in your stomach snap at once.

“Hahhh- Hyunjin, wait-“.

But he was already fucking you like he was obsessed, hands gripping your hips for leverage as he abused your pussy to no end.

“I can’t- you better believe I’m gonna cum on this pretty ass”, he accentuated his words with a harsh slap on your right cheek, making you jolt and sob in response.

The rough treatment had you whining and squirming like you were in heat, moving back against him whenever his bruising grip got loose enough.

You were impressed for how long he was able to keep this ruthless pace up while being so overwhelmed with overstimulation and exhaustion. But he didn’t let you down, bringing you closer to the edge with every deep thrust. You knew he couldn’t keep this up for too long, the time in between orgasms getting shorter the longer this was going on.

Your fingers searched for something to hold on, but only found the sheets to scrunch the fabric up. You were sure Hyunjin was leaving bruises with his roughness, on the outside and inside. His cock was knocking against your cervix, hitting your sweet spot with so much force you would probably still feel it tomorrow.

His hands were squeezing you relentlessly. Long fingers wrapping around and digging into your flesh to make you remember this intense moment for as long as his burning grip allowed.

This was him acting on pure instinct now, shoving you down into an arch to have a better angle to plunge his dick into you over and over again. The orgasm came down on you in a blinding sensation - you were sure you lost your vision for a second as your walls clamped down on him, making him grunt and hiss in pleasure.

Hyunjins sounds were mixing with the wet slaps of your ass against his pelvis with a rippling force - your high pitched sobs were only spurring him on.

His hand sneaked around you, trembling fingers circling your clit to give you some sort of stimulation while you came, because he pulled out immediately, jerking off with hasty pumps and spilling onto your back and ass - just as he had promised.

Hyunjin wheezed as he breathed, trembling and gasping for air. This was probably the most erotic scene you had ever seen, his eyelids heavy, cock still dripping with his cum.

“I think I need a moment-“, he sat down on the edge of the mattress, leaning back and holding himself up with his hands behind him.

You could relate to that, catching your breath before you crawled to settle beside him. His cum was wiped up in the sheets and dripping down your body, but you didn’t really care about it. You leaned against him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“Want me to do the work now?”, you asked, your voice barely a whisper, “I can help you”.

He didn’t answer, but the look he gave you when you knelt down on the floor in front of him said everything you needed. He spread his legs so you could comfortably crouch in between them, reaching for his sensitive cock.

He jolted, sighing heavily. You were cautious, building the pace slowly to ease him in gently. But when you leaned forward, your tongue darting out to lick languidly over the head, he moaned out so loud you could only be grateful it was no one else at home.

“Fuck- wait a second- mhhh-“, he whined, a hand on your shoulder not shoving you away but squeezing you.

You waited, looking up to him to wait for a sign of approval to continue. It took him some time until he nodded again and let you take his cock into your mouth.

“Ohhh- Jesus Christ-“.

Hyunjin was gone in an instant - what had been left from his dominant side was breaking apart now. His sounds were straight up pornographic and although he was so immensely spent, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into your mouth.

“Sorry, my love- I- So warm and wet, fuck”, his voice was cracking up.

But you were okay with it, encouraging him to fuck your throat with a tight grip on his thighs. His free hand got entangled in your hair, holding it up to have a better view of how you choked on his cock - drool seeping out of your mouth and dripping down along his length.

He loved seeing you getting messy, being filthy. And you enjoyed it as well, your pussy was pulsing every time his hips bucked up into your mouth. He grinned, chuckled hoarsely and let his sweat just trickle down his heated skin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Hyunjin, never wanted to miss any second of how hot your boyfriend looked right now. He twitched in your mouth, he was holding eye contact with you.

“You look so sexy like this-“, he muttered, voice slurring, “Fucking piece of art”.

You hummed, that seemed to push him into a dangerous range of his next orgasm. He whined, eyes squeezed shut as he relished in the feeling of your vibrating throat around him.

“Fuck, yes- I’m so close”.

You did it again, swallowing around him and when he pulled out hastily, you were ready to catch his cum on your lolled out tongue - but there was nothing.

Hyunjins whole body convulsed, definitely reaching a very intense orgasm and whimpering at the sensation, but there was no cum spilling out of him. He came dry.

“Fuuuuck-“, he swore, seizing up and pulling on your hair as his muscles locked, “Fuck- I can’t- you milked me dry, my love. I’m done-“.

His chest was heaving heavily, he was struggling. But you didn't have enough. Not yet. You still had some time left and you should use it before the presence of his parents with their super hearing powers were forcing the two of you to live celibate for the rest of your stay here.

“You can hardly call that an orgasm. You didn’t even manage to paint me with your cum, baby”, you taunted him with a smirk.

“I know- I’m sorry, baby. But I can’t- that was number five, right? Fuck”.

You stood up, towering him as he leaned back and flopped onto the bed.

“That doesn’t count”, you tried again, moving to straddle his hips, “How about you paint me from the inside for real to make up for it?”.

Hyunjins eyes were big when he noticed you weren’t kidding him. He sighed, hands on your hips, head slightly shaking as he was still trying to catch up his breath.

“Baby, please, I can’t”.

You leaned down to him, your hands came up to cup his face as you pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. He was so far gone, he wasn’t even quick enough to get lost in it.

“I know you can, thought you were my good boy?”.

“Baby-“, his voice was pleading.

You scooted back, your wet pussy grinding along his length. He threw his head back in response, being completely taken aback from the sensation.

“Wait- agghhh- please”, his hands trembled, he didn’t know where to hold onto anymore, so they uselessly fell to his sides to hold on for dear life and grabbed the sheets just like you were before.

“Please what?”.

“Please- inside”, he whimpered.

You grinned, guiding him to slip into your entrance again. It was easy, your pussy welcoming him immediately. Hyunjin held his breath before a deep and guttural moan escaped his mouth - you could hear it bubble up in his chest before it made its way out.

“There he is, good boy”.

“Thank you-“, he sobbed, not knowing what he was thanking you for.

You didn’t chase it, you moved slowly on top of him, showing enough mercy. His eyes were constantly rolling back into his skull when they weren’t fluttering shut.

“What’s your color, baby?”, you asked.

It took him some time to answer, as if he was thinking about what a color even was.

“Yellow-“, he muttered, but corrected himself again, “Green- wanna cum for you- I’ll be good”.

Your hands gripped his waist, rocking your hips back and forth with languid and lazy movements. That was enough to make him lose his mind either way and you also felt exhausted from this delicious marathon.

You could feel his body shaking and trembling underneath you, his muscles flexing in pleasure every time he bottomed out, a soft gasp and your whispered name flowing out of him every passing second.

His eyes were glassy, tears of overstimulation forming in the corners. The gasps turned into wails and sobs, back arching off the mattress every now and then.

“You never looked prettier, baby, you know that? Falling apart underneath me like this- so beautiful”, you mused, hands stroking up his muscles.

“Thank you-“, he choked out again, “Thank you, I-“.

“Are you close? You gonna cum for me?”.

He nodded, eyes fixating on you now. His bottom lip was trembling, he was only being able to stop it by digging his teeth into it.

“I want you to fill me up, Hyune. Think you can do that?”, you asked, getting a bit faster.

“Yes- anything you want”.

He barely answered, then you felt the familiar warmth of his cum spilling deep inside of you, oozing out in a sticky mess when you continued to fuck it deeper inside of you. Hyunjins moans sounded so ruined like you've never experienced it before, but the dumb fucked grin on his face told you how much he was enjoying this.

“Fuck- don’t stop-“, he choked out.

You wished you could imprint this expression into your brain, you wished you would never forget it.

“Please, I need to- I wanna see my cum on your pretty face”.

You didn’t know what got into him, as soon as you were done with riding out his orgasm, he was pushing you back into the previous position, kneeling in front of him on the floor. He was standing up, swaying slightly.

“Hyunjin-“, you tried.

This would be his seventh orgasm in the span of roughly an hour, something beyond impossible, but he was so needy all of a sudden, so determined.

“Please, help me cum- please, baby please”.

“What do you want me to do?”, your voice was gentle, letting him decide.

You actually never saw him like this before, his eyes were glassy with tears, a deep fog in them that seemed to completely occupy his mind, as if he drove himself into subspace.

“Just- jerk me off, I wanna cum on your lips-“, his thumb traced your mouth, lingering on the right corner, “Finger me- I- please, please, please do”.

He spread his legs wider, placing a foot up onto the mattress and presenting himself so submissively, you just couldn’t deny it.

You put two fingers into your mouth, setting up a show for him in swirling your tongue around your digits to thoroughly wet them. His attentive gaze followed you, lips parted and breath stuck in a growl.

“You wanna wet them for yourself?”, you asked, letting them go with a pop before holding them in front of his face when he leaned down.

God, Hyunjin was so obedient, you could probably ask anything and he’d do it. He sucked your fingers into his mouth, letting them go in as fast he could muster, to your knuckle, and swallowing around them before letting them go again. A string of saliva connected you there.

“Relax, my love. Let me take care of you, okay?”, you cooed, bringing them to his ass.

He got into an upright position again, trying his best to stand still and not squirm in your grip. You circled the rim of his hole before pushing into him slowly, distracting him from the sensation by wrapping a hand around his cock.

“Ohhh- fuck- oh my god”.

His head fell forward, eyes closing in bliss. You knew this wouldn’t take too long, but you still wanted him to have a good time. So you pushed on further, kissing the head of his wildly twitching cock.

“Does it feel good, yeah?”, you grinned.

The dark haired nodded hastily, hips rutting into your hand.

“Please- your mouth”.

You did as he asked, taking him into your mouth once more, your lips closing around him with a bit of pressure, which he very much seemed to enjoy. His hands held your head still, the sensation of your warm mouth too much for a second, but as soon as you found his prostate, a switch inside of him seemed to be pushed.

His hips snapped forward, once, twice, and he lost himself in the rhythm. Being throatfucked for the second time this evening had your jaw cramping, but you didn’t even dare to tell him to stop.

Because in a harsh contrast of his rough movements, he was whining heavily, begging for his release.

“Fuck- please, make me cum, baby”, he whimpered, not knowing if he wanted to grind forward and into your mouth or backwards and push your fingers deeper inside.

It was endearing, turning you on so much to see him like this. Your fluttering walls caused his cum to ooze out of you, dripping down your thighs.

“Need to- fuck, please”.

The begging had no end, he was babbling incoherent nonsense at this point. His voice was whiny, sobbing, getting louder the closer he was.

There was a thump in the hallway, the click of a door.

“Fuck- not now, I- oh god-“, he pulled out, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his flushed red cock.

He wasn’t really aiming, not able to, just too caught up to even open his eyes. It was a mess, some of it indeed landed on your tongue, on your chest, but there was definitely some in your hair.

“Hyunjin? Can you come and help?”, you heard his mother asking.

“Oh, fuck- sorry-“.

You pulled your fingers out, giving him the chance to sit down for a moment, a guttural groan coming out of him. He looked like he needed at least 10 hours of sleep.

“Hyunjin?!”.

“Oh my god”, he sighed.

He grinned, looking up and down at you. He didn’t seem sorry he made a mess of your hair and you had to go and wash them before even thinking to step out of this room again.

“You should take a shower”, he mused, out of breath.

“You should go help your mum, before she’s gonna search for you”.

Footsteps were coming closer, Hyunjin stumbled as he stood up, reaching for his sweatpants and shirt on the way to the door to hastily put them on.

“Fuck”.

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“Mingi-“.

“What is it, Jagi? Tell me-“, Mingi nuzzled his nose into the space behind your ear.

You sobbed, squirming but not being able to get away from him in the slightest. His broad form was caging you in, body pressing you into the mattress from behind, big hands pinning yours to the mattress on each side of your head.

His cock was twitching against your soaked pussy, not pushing in, his slow and lazy thrusts just making him slide in between your folds and his head nudge against your clit.

“Please just- fuck me, please”, you whined, trying to angle your hips up to guide him in, but it was futile.

“Ahh, so that’s how it is”, he cooed, tongue darting out and touching your neck there, “Pretty girl is too impatient, yeah? Just- let me- a little longer, okay? Feels so good like this-“.

Your moan was gut wrenching, his pace stuttering because of it, but still torturing. Mingi was drunk on the friction the sheets underneath you provided, combined with the slickness of your pussy gushing down on him continuously.

Except the fact that he wasn’t willing to cum inside you each time, he didn’t hold himself back anymore - he was hungry for you, craved your touch, your embrace, your lips and your pussy and wasn’t afraid to show it in the privacy of your ongoing solitude.

He told you the others would join you in the second estate soon, but as long as they weren’t here you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. The staff serving you food and keeping the house clean didn’t seem to want to be involved in any of this, so they weren’t saying anything whenever they saw you two together.

“Please-“, you turned your head to the side to be able to look at him properly.

Mingis pupils were so blown, you couldn’t even see the irises anymore. He stared at you in awe, lips slightly parted as he continued to hump you.

“I can’t- fuck- feels so good”, he grunted.

And with that, he let go of your hands, kneeling in an upright position on the bed and pulling your hips up roughly.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, ramming his leaking cock inside of you in a swift motion.

“Wait- oh my god-“, you whined.

You came instantly when he bottomed out, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly just once. The orgasm hit you like a truck, he was fucking you through it with quick and harsh thrusts - not stopping as long as you were pathetically clenching down on him.

“Fuck-“, he growled again, pulling out just in time to cum onto your back with guttural moans.

You could feel the warmth of his seed on your skin, whimpering because you preferred to feel it inside, but he still was denying you that.

Both of you were breathing heavily, both of you immediately searched for the others closeness.

Mingi laid down beside you while you turned to your side to face him, pulling you close to his chest.

There was silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence with Mingi was effortless, not a burden - it was a conversation that didn’t need any words. You just needed to feel and hear each others heartbeat, needed to feel each others skin.

“I’m getting you out of here”, he promised you quietly, “I’ll find a way”.

Your eyes lit up, your hands coming up to his naked and sweaty torso.

“You’re going to run away with me?”.

There was a slither of hope in your voice, immediately smothered by the shake of his head.

“No”, he said flatly, “You know I have to stay, but I’ll make sure you can get away”.

His broad hands cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him. The amount of sincerity in his face was unbearable, you could feel how fast his heart was beating underneath the palm of your hand.

“You don’t deserve to be locked up”, he cooed, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, “I’ll think of something, yeah?”.

You could melt into it, if it wouldn’t have stopped so quickly again. His hands slipped into your neck, holding you impossibly close and inhaling the scent of your hair. This was more intimate than sex could ever be, it was pure and raw. And everything you ever needed.

“I won’t leave without you”, you sighed.

Mingi chuckled, it was a sad laugh. Discussing this was futile, but you wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let go.

Mingi and you used every second together, not knowing when the two of you would be separated again - you knew you couldn’t keep any of this up when Hongjoong was with you again.

You spent your days with cuddles, conversations, sex - just being together.

Mingi turned out to have a whole lot of stamina and he was more than happy to use that to pleasure you. But you wanted this, enjoying everything he gave you and you even were bold enough to try and seduce him. Most of the time, it didn’t need much convincing though.

You’d put on one of these flimsy lingerie dresses Hongjoong had bought you and despite you admitting that you felt dirty that you wore it for another man, it only heightened the pleasure for you.

“You trying to make me weak or something?”, Mingi asked, seeing you in it.

It was a lace dress, completely see through with huge cut outs on the side - basically presenting you naked with nothing left to his imagination.

You noticed him shifting in his seat, hands clutching his pants.

“Is it working?”, you chuckled.

Mingi groaned, head falling back into his neck.

“You know it is”, he admitted, “But I have to work”.

You saw his phone in his hand, he clutched it so tightly like it was personally insulting him, hand closing around it.

“Didn’t Hongjoong say you should take care of me?”, you cooed, a pout on your lips, “Isn’t that also part of your work then?”.

It was twisted, how you used the abuse for this, but maybe that was a way to make it less painful, less real. Like a really really unnerving way to cope with it.

There was a little laugh on his side and he shifted again, spreading his legs for you to stand in between his knees.

“You’re right, jagi. I bet he would be thrilled if he knew”.

It was a warning, but he still grabbed your hips to pull you a bit closer while he leaned back. Maybe it was just a warning to himself.

“He would”, you agreed, “Because you’re doing such a good job”.

He huffed, letting you sit down on one of his thighs. Just like the first time you had been intimate like this.

“Don’t say shit like that”, a hand slid behind you, up your back, “Do you even wear something underneath that thing?”.

You shook your head, watching Mingi in- and exhale deeply. You relished in the way he reacted to you, it was so inherently empowering to know that he wanted you so bad.

“How about- you prepare yourself for me while I make this phonecall? And then I’m all yours”, he cooed, “You can ride my thigh like this, right? Be a good girl for me, jagi”.

You felt your pussy throb at this, you nodded a bit too quickly to be nonchalant. You were probably already ruining the fabric of his pants without even moving on it, you felt it getting sticky because of your arousal.

The rough fabric felt good against your clit though, you almost rocked your hips back and forth automatically in a need for more friction.

“Hey, yeah, everything’s been fine”, Mingi said into his phone, sounding a bit too normal for your liking - as if this wasn’t exciting for him at all.

Your fingers sneaked up his chest, up into his neck and played with the strands of his hair there.

“She’s getting used to it, I think. No, she didn’t”.

His gaze flickered to you and although he didn’t sound affected by what was happening, you could very well see it in his eyes.

“Did you manage to come up with a solution to that problem?”, he asked, “Hongjoong, it’s very- I know, I know”.

You felt your heartbeat get a little faster, a little kick to the already spiking heart rate when you heard that name. So instead, you decided to concentrate on the way Mingi looked at you, how he scanned your barely covered form while talking to that man.

While one of your hands stayed in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, the other came down to his crotch to palm the outline of his cock through his pants.

“Uh-huh yeah”, he sighed audibly, “Yeah, I get it”.

You grinned satisfied, very pleased that this simple act was enough to rile him up. When you leaned forward, one of the straps slid down your shoulder. Mingis eyes followed, making it heavily obvious what he was thinking right now.

It spurred you on, making you move faster on his thigh, the pants rubbing so deliciously over your clit.

“That’s- okay, yeah. Okay”.

You didn’t think he was actually listening to what his captain told him, not with his cock twitching underneath your hand.

“Okay, see you then”, he ended the call, literally throwing his phone onto the other chair next to him before he hoisted you into his arms to stand up with you.

“What did he say?”, you taunted him, grinning brightly as he opened the door to the balcony with one hand.

“I don’t care”, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, setting you down onto your feet in front of the railing without breaking the connection to you.

The metal was cold in your back while he shoved his own body against yours, pressing his erection into you.

“And since you like the thrill of getting caught-“, he turned you around, lifting your lingerie dress so he could reach your pussy, “I figured you would like this”.

His middle finger dipped between your folds immediately, not wasting any time to shove it into your entrance in a swift motion.

“Hahh- Mingi-”, a hand clasped over your mouth, shutting you up with it.

“Shhh”, he cooed, nose nuzzling into your hair, “Still have to try and be quiet, imagine someone seeing this and telling the captain”.

You didn’t want to be reminded of the man basically having you in his claws. You didn’t want to be reminded about what would happen when he showed up here - when you and Mingi couldn’t be together like this anymore.

So you turned off your brain, just living in the moment, holding onto that slither of hope that was the man behind you. And Mingi helped you with that, gathering your wetness to rub your clit with it.

“Can you keep quiet when I fuck you, jagi?”, he whispered.

You nodded, although you weren’t sure you could. But that didn’t matter right now. His hand on your pussy was gone and you heard him unzipping his pants to pull out his cock.

“Let’s see”.

He pushed you forward into an arch, bending you over the railing and shoving that useless dress higher again so he could guide his dick to your entrance like this.

Needless to say you couldn’t keep quiet, not even when just the tip was sliding in. You moaned, muffled by his palm. His sounds were unfiltered though, groaning deeply when he pushed forward, slowly forcing his dick inside. You couldn’t stop the noises that found their way out of your throat, you were glad he was at least partially silencing you like this.

Mingis hips stopped when he bottomed out, he let you get used to the stretch, hoping it would be less intense and you would be able to keep your voice down. The fact you could feel him twitch inside you relentlessly made you move on your own.

You grinded against him, moving your hips back and forth slowly at first, but you got faster gradually.

“Greedy girl”, Mingi growled, “Fucking yourself on my cock for everyone to see?”.

You moaned again at his words, your hands gripping the metal of the railing so harshly, your knuckles turned white.

Although you just had started this, you could feel how close you already were. It wasn’t even embarrassing for you, you couldn’t even care less about it - the situation, the way he fucked you here in the open although he really shouldn’t - it all made your arousal only more intense.

Mingi moved with you, hips snapping forward to meet you halfway through, his free hand grabbing your hips for leverage. Your head fell forward immediately when he let go of your mouth, not being able to contain the sounds of pleasure in the slightest, the sobs and whines came out continuously.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“, his hands were gone, letting go of you completely and you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out, one of his hands wrapping around his base to squeeze once, stopping himself from reaching his release too fast.

Mingi was staring at you with half lidded eyes, enjoying the sight of you bending over effectively naked, his hand starting to move in quick pumps.

“No-“, you sobbed, spinning around to grab his wrist, “Please- just cum inside this once- please”.

Your dumb fucked brain made this decision for you, you needed to feel him coat your walls, needed to feel him finish inside of you.

He looked at you, a grin threatening to form on his lips.

“Want me to fill you up so bad? I can’t- I-“, Mingi sighed, you could see his jaw clenching, “Fuck it-“.

He wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up into his arms, walking over to the sofa standing in the corner of the balcony.

He splayed you out there, sliding back in and held himself up over you on his elbows.

“Can’t deny you anything- shit-“, he moved in a punishing pace, his cock drilling into you with a breathtaking force, “Fucking take it then”.

You held eye contact, not even daring to look away, cupping his face as you feel him finally cum inside of you.

But his movements didn’t stop, he seemed obsessed. Now that the final restraints were gone, he continued to fuck you, pushing his cum deeper into your pussy like this.

It made you tumble over the edge as well, your back arched off the couch from the dizzying sensation of your orgasm, walls pulsing around him and milking him dry.

But he still wasn’t stopping, driving you into overstimulation with his unrelenting thrusts and even though it seemed to be too much for him as well, he just couldn’t detach himself from you.

“You wanted it so bad, huh, jagi? You gonna take some more, right?”, he leaned down to kiss you, bribing you to endure the overwhelming feeling.

But no matter how overwhelming it was, the way his cum was oozing out around his cock whenever he moved back was enough to make you nod.

You loved how sticky and wet it felt.

“Fuck- you shouldn’t have let me do this”, his mouth wandering down to your jaw, “I’ll fill you up over and over again- feels so-“.

He was too caught up in the moment to finish his sentence, too caught up in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you in such a nasty way.

Your fingers were buried in his hair, trying to pull him off of your throat, his lips there were only making everything worse. There was a pull in your lower belly, the knot already loosening again although you just had reached your climax. As if him finally letting go was enough for you to be so close again.

“Mingi-“, you sobbed, “Mingi- it’s-“.

“Too much?”, he teased, kneeling upright all of the sudden, hands squeezing your hips, “Sorry jagi, just one more. Give me one more, okay?”.

His thumb wandered, pressing down on your clit to make you jolt involuntarily. He pulled you towards him with every snap forward, growling as he continued his assault on your most sensitive parts.

“Just. One. More”, he accentuated every word with a particularly harsh thrust.

And you did, you came with a very loud moan, holding onto his wrists for leverage as your whole body seized up in pleasure.

“That’s it”, he sighed, “Good girl”.

He emptied himself deep inside of you again, grinding into you while bottoming out.

“Mingi-“, you whined.

He chanted your name like a prayer, over and over again, as he filled you to the brim and made his promise to you reality. His hands were all over you, feeling you, worshipping you - not wanting to pull out for now.

But then, he looked down onto you and froze, his expression literally fell out of his face. You heard a car driving closer, the click of a door.

“Shit”.

Mingi was gone in an instant, tugging himself back into his pants and fixing his clothes, a hand frantically shoving his hair out of his face and smoothing them down like this.

“Clean yourself up! Immediately!”, he hissed and pulled you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t move, fear was rooting you to the spot. You knew what was happening, but you had hoped it would never happen.

“Did you know he was coming?”, you asked, your voice a whisper.

He came closer to you to grab your arm and pull you back inside the house.

“What?”, he scoffed, “Of course not! I-“.

He went silent, the grip on you loosening.

“He- he told me on the phone. But I didn’t really listen. I- fuck”, Mingi groaned in frustration, letting go of you completely, but urging you to walk, “Go to your room, I’ll think of something- I’m sorry, I-“.

He stopped in the middle of his sentence again, front door opening. Hongjoong walked in, a grin on his lips as he saw the two of you. You noticed the shift in Mingis stance, his posture, his face. He avoided looking at you.

“Ah, princess-“, Hongjoong approached you, grabbing your hand like he always did, “What a way to greet me- Did you put that on because you wanted to surprise me?”.

You felt your blood boil because of the contact, the way his eyes roamed over you made you shiver in a heavy contrast though. You couldn’t help but nod as an answer, your body acting on its own.

“I see- what a good girl”, he chuckled, nose nuzzling against your wrist before he pressed his lips to your skin, “You look stunning, princess. Doesn’t she, Mingi?”.

You held your breath as soon as he spoke out these words. Did he know?

You hated the way your body betrayed you, how hot you felt when he had called you a good girl. The same reaction when Mingi did it.

“Yes, captain”, Mingi answered.

Hongjoongs other hand pulled you close by your waist, leaning in slightly until you could feel his breath on your throat.

“Can I get a kiss, princess?”.

You shivered, you felt the other mans cum dripping out of you in the most inconvenient moment. The fear consumed you, it left you unable to breathe, to move properly, to let any other emotion in than this paralyzing panic.

But still, you nodded again. He grinned brightly, at least it looked honest. The grin on his lips made him even more terrifying, it was suspicious, but it also made him look so unbearably handsome.

He let go of your hand, his own coming up to cup your jaw.

The kiss was intense from the start, he claimed you with it. His lips moved against yours, gently asking to get in with his tongue and you let him. A gasp escaped you, which made Hongjoong sigh contentedly as he tasted you.

Your own hands grabbed him by the collar, needing to hold onto something, but pulling him in by accident on the same time.

To your surprise, Hongjoong ended the kiss abruptly, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip slowly. You fought the urge to lean in again, cursing yourself for your thoughts and they way you were a victim of your own desires.

“Your kiss is addicting, princess, can’t get enough of it”, he cooed, the flicker of something sinister in his eyes before he turned around to his henchman, “Right, Mingi? You feel the same, huh?”.

Time stood still for a second. You didn’t breathe, your heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, captain”, Mingi answered, his tone not faltering.

Hongjoong let go of you, taking a step forward to the taller man, looking up to him with a shit eating grin.

“I see-“, he nodded, “So you’re fucking her without kissing her? Where are your manners?”.

You wanted to stop this, you really did, but you couldn’t move. You felt dizzy, everything was blurring around you.

“I don’t-“.

“Oh, come on”, Hongjoong laughed, “You think I’m stupid? Since when, huh? Since when are you fucking her behind my back?”.

Your heart clenched, Mingi was looking at you for a second and his gaze softened. Why was this happening?

“Does that matter?”, Mingi finally asked.

“I don’t like that tone”, Hongjoong tilted his head slightly, “You better fix that attitude”.

Something snapped inside of Mingi, even if it was just for a second, you could see it. He slightly leaned down to his eye level, grinning equally wicked. They were friends, even more - they were brothers. And yet, they looked like they wanted to tear each other apart.

Mingi huffed after they stared at each other for a moment, forcing himself back into submission because he knew it was futile. He wasn’t in the position to speak up, but it was obvious it gnawed at him.

“I’m sorry”.

“Sorry?”, the captain asked, “Sorry for what? Sorry for touching what is mine? Sorry for forgetting where your fucking place is?”.

Mingi didn’t answer at first, as if he was thinking about what to say - wanting to be careful here. You were still on edge, with wobbly legs you moved forward, grabbing Hongjoongs arm to bribe him.

“You better be”, Hongjoong said, voice flat.

In a swift motion, he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun, holding it against Mingis temple.

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“Ah, shit”.

Jisung let the door of the recording booth fall shut behind him with a loud slam, making you jolt and look up from your phone.

Originally, you had joined him in the studio after he claimed he wouldn’t need any longer. The plan was to get some food - but that had been two hours ago now.

You stood up, phone discarded on the couch cushion.

“Baby”, you said, stepping up to stand behind his sitting form, hands resting on his shoulders, “You want me to get some takeout? We can eat here if you want, maybe you need a break”.

Jisung groaned, hands frantically rubbing his face before he combed his hair back and out of his sight. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, he was just struggling to keep up the deadline.

“I appreciate it, my love”, he answered, taking one of your hands to bring it to his mouth and kiss your knuckles, “But I really need to get this song done- the lyrics just don’t match the beat and- ugghhh”.

Another frustrated sound before he opened up the document with the lyrics again, staring at the words on screen without really doing anything.

You hummed, gently massaging the muscles in his tensed up shoulders and earning a soft grunt.

“Maybe I just need to rap a bit faster? Let me try it again”, he muttered under his breath, standing up to vanish into the recording booth again.

You could see him through the window, putting on the headphones and starting the beat again on the laptop sat on the little table beside him.

It took the dark haired a few attempts, saying the same words over and over again - restarting the beat, just to stop as soon as he was three words in and restarted once more.

“Fucking- agghhh”, he covered his face with his hands.

You grinned, a very intriguing idea forming in your brain. There was something you knew you could do to help him release some stress.

You opened the door to the recording booth, slipping in without him really noticing, still focused on his project. You let your hands sneak over his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your fingers creep under the fabric of his shirt. You grazed his abs with your nails, stroking him there.

“Baby-“.

“Let me help you, Ji. Relax”, you encouraged him, one of your hands skipping past the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Ohhh- baby, you can’t distract me right now, I need to concentrate”, he tried, but he was already slumping against you.

“I’m not distracting”, you cooed, your hand stroking his cock through his boxer briefs, “You need to calm down, take a quick break and sort your thoughts”.

Jisung laughed, his own hands pulling his pants and underwear down without any more complaints so you had more space to awake his half hard dick.

“And you think an orgasm would help?”.

“I think me sucking your cock would help”, you corrected him with a laugh.

He twitched inside your hand at your words and let out a very tense sigh. You twisted your wrist, sliding your fingers around the tip to make him moan and his head fall forward.

“Let me take care of you”.

You stepped around him, kneeling down immediately and sticking your tongue out to give him a slow but pressured lick.

“Ughhh- maybe you’re right”, he nodded, a hand was in your neck, “But, what if-“.

“I’ll make it quick”, you grinned, licking up the underside of his shaft before slightly sucking on the head and lapping up the leaking pre cum, “You know I can”.

“Ohh, fuck-“, Jisung had to brace himself against the wall with his free hand, the other gently caressing you as you took his length into your mouth inch by inch.

He trembled, trying hard not to be too loud, to hold onto his composure. But your skilled mouth was soon pulling sound after sound out of him - the tiniest whimpers and the most pornographic grunts.

You swallowed around him, taking him in as deep as you could and wrapped a hand around the base to stimulate him like this where your mouth couldn’t reach.

Jisung was easy to get, you knew by now what he liked, where you had to push his buttons for him to come undone. And seeing him folding under no pressure so quickly was insanely hot to you.

There was a tingling sensation running down your body and pooling low in your stomach every time a ragged breath left his parted lips. It was addicting, giving you a rush.

“So good- baby”, he muttered, his grip tightened on your hair, “Fuck- I don’t wanna cum yet-“.

He pushed your head forward just slightly, his hips bucking into you to make his cock hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him at the sudden intrusion and he clenched the muscles of his abdomen.

Your hand wandered, going up to feel the tense abs and skipping over the tattoo on his side momentarily - he was so sensitive on this spot, it made him jolt.

“Why not?”, you asked, letting his cock slide out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Wanna cum inside your pussy”, Jisung gasped.

He was leaking again and you just opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the drop.

“Oh really?”, you tried to sound nonchalant, “What about your fear of getting caught?”.

Jisung barely was comfortable of touching you in the studio, it wasn’t uncommon for one of his hyungs to come in late while being struck with motivation. But he was so desperate now, so horny, he didn’t even seem to care.

He hauled you up into a standing position, turning you around and pinned your hands against the wall - your arms stretched out in front of you to brace yourself against it like this.

“I need you. Now”, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, mouth lapping at your skin and making you arch your spine, “Their own fault if they come in-“.

He tugged at the fabric of your shorts, pulling them down with your panties in one go. A strong hand between your shoulder blades pushed you slightly to make you lean forward, the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.

“Maybe this was a great idea”, he muttered, his fingers sliding deeper, between your folds and spreading them, “I can already feel the inspiration flowing”.

You gasped, your pussy throbbing under his touch, the way he gently but quickly massaged you there had you trembling and clenching around nothing in anticipation.

He used your wetness, spreading it over his length thoroughly before guiding his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t hold back, my love. I want to hear you”, he pushed in roughly, not stopping until he bottomed out, “Sing for me, baby”.

Singing was a great metaphor for your screamed out moan, the pain of being stretched out so violently was swallowed by the intense wave of pleasure his fingers on your clit provided.

He stayed like this for a moment, his dick twitching inside your welcoming heat.

“That’s it, taking me so well”, Jisung cooed, a kiss on your neck made you jolt, “So eager to help me, yeah? My pretty girl is so nice to me, gotta return the favor”.

He began to move, not as slow and deliberate as he used to do. He fucked you like he was obsessed, a hand on your hips steadying you.

The slapping sound of your ass hitting his pelvis in combination with the wet squelch of your walls sucking him in with every thrust was a sinful melody, it made you dizzy as he stole your air with it.

The pace wasn’t faltering, not even when he was this close. He was very determined to push moans and whines out of you every time you exhaled - it made him chuckle hoarsely, a grin spreading on his lips, as if this was everything he needed to tumble over the edge.

Jisung filled you up, painting your walls with his cum and fucking it deeper into you with no intention of stopping.

He threw the laptop that had been standing on the table beside you to the couch behind it, swiping off everything else before pushing you towards it.

The manhandling was unfamiliar but very welcome - you could see the hunger and frustration in his eyes and he needed you to soothe his brain working overtime. He turned you around to face him and lifted you to sit on the table.

He looked at you as if he was sorry he used you like this for his own pleasure, but once you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close again, that hint in his eyes was gone immediately.

Jisung kissed you ferociously and messily - just spit and tongue and teeth. His cock slid back home before his cum even dared to ooze out, he was still so hard, still so hungry and desperate for you.

His thrusts were rhythmic and quick, making you sob into his mouth.

“Need more”, he huffed, kissing away the sweat on your temple, “Feels so good”.

The way Jisung gripped you was full of lust, harshly digging his fingers into your flesh to wrap your legs around his hips.

“Jisung-“, you whimpered.

It was a bit much, a bit too intense - but so so good.

Your orgasm built up so quickly, coming down and crushing you with a blinding fire that let your eyes roll back into your skull and your nails dig into his shoulders.

The table scratched over the floor with his movements, squeaking dangerously.

“Come on”, he encouraged you, “Louder, my love. Scream my name. Show me how pretty it can sound”.

You did as you were told, your body surrendering to him without thinking anymore. Your walls clenched around him, spurring him on to fuck into you with more force, pulling you towards him with every snap of his hips as his name spilled out of your mouth endlessly.

“Baby, you wanna hear my new song?”, Jisung asked with a smile.

It was the kind of smile where his whole face lit up, eyes glowing with excitement as he looked up from his laptop at you.

Both of you were draped out lazily on the couch of your apartment, you just had finished dinner.

“You managed to finish it in time?”, you asked.

“Mh-hmm, with your help”, he either didn’t seem to notice your face flushing up or he was very good at ignoring it, “I had to change the beat and the pace though. But I think it has a nice twist now”.

He was typing away on the keyboard, tongue slightly sticking out and telling you something mischievous was going on.

You furrowed your brows.

“Okay, let me hear it”.

He clicked on it, the song started. It took you a few seconds, your brain worked hard to understand what was going on. But then you noticed it - what was supposed to be the drums in the background sounded suspiciously like skin slapping against skin.

You could clearly hear another voice in the background that wasn’t his. It was your moan. A lot of your moans actually.

“Jisung-“, you whispered, “You didn’t”.

His grin got brighter, reaching the peak of his happiness when you could hear yourself sob every few seconds.

“Don’t you like it?”, he teased you, “You had played a significant part in it”.

“Don’t tell me you’ve sent that to Chan and Changbin”.

Jisung laughed, shaking his head.

“Of course not, I just redid the adlibs and beat for fun. I would never-“, him stopping to talk before this sentence was fully finished wasn’t a good sign, “Oh”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His face turned back to you.

“You did?”, he asked.

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

“So- you want me to continue?”.

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know how”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you’ll have to guide me”.

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

“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.

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

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

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

“I trust you”.

“I trust you, too”, he sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good”, you managed to get out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.

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

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

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

“I-“, you hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Push your finger in, slowly”.

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

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

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

“Min-“.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god-“, you choked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.

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

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

“Huh?”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he had to stop thinking about it.

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

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

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

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

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

“Min-“.

“Huh?”, he made.

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

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

Minhos brain short circuited.

“You- why?”.

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

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

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

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

“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does that feel good?”, you asked.

Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.

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

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

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

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

Minho wanted to bite his fist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

Did he really just say that out loud?

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

“I trust you, baby”, you said again.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.

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

“Do it again”, you gasped.

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

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

“Fuck, take it then”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes- I love it”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you”, he muttered.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I love you too”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minhos grin was silly.

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

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

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

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

You shook your head.

“I said I wanted to feel you”.

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

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

“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Min- hahh-“.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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