Muselin

What: stepcest, older step-brother!Minho, fucking in secret, taboo relationship, no barrier protection, overstimulation, squirting, Minho is possessive and jealous and so fucking whipped for the reader hooo boy

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"What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A dumb little girl with no skewer."

"What? No, you get-- Hey!!"

You shouted after Minho who had snatched your skewer from your hand and was already munching on it as if it was the most mundane thing. The two of you were loitering around the kitchen after the festive dinner had wrapped up, both of you hiding from your parents to avoid being tasked with cleaning up.

"Well now you owe me one or I'm telling on you!"

"Pfft," Minho blew a raspberry at you after wiping a bit of sauce off his lip. "Alright, alright. What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A Christmas quacker!"

Minho couldn't stand to look at your triumphant grin and rolled his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible.

"I hate you, I hope you realise."

You knew that was a big fat lie.

Even though you and Minho weren't related, after your dad and his mother got married a few years ago just as you were starting school, Minho treated you like an annoying little sister all the same. He teased you and ordered you around but when you weren't looking, he'd intimidated and threatened more than one douchey classmate of yours who had dared to shit-talk you behind your back in the boys' locker rooms at school.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You turned in Minho's direction, leaning on the counter.

"Wanna share this," he asked you, extending the leftover skewer to you.

You grinned at him, biting off a chunk like a hungry little kitten.

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"Would you lighten up already? You've been acting like an angry shark all week," Jisung whined as he keyed in the door code and he and Minho walked in, arms full of grocery bags.

"Stop pissing me off and I might," Minho said flatly, walking past Jisung straight for the kitchen.

"You're not taking your shoes off only because it's my turn to clean this week!"

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't realised," Minho quipped then stepped out of his trainers, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

"If your sister is anything like you, I'm moving out for the week," Jisung groaned as he set the groceries on the counter.

"Step-sister," Minho corrected, as if to remind himself. "We're not related and she's annoying so you'll be two peas in a pod."

"You say annoying, I say fun and friendly," the other boy laughed as he opened the double door fridge, loading it up with endless cans of beer and jars of salsa dip. "Since you say she's like me and you dislike her so much, maybe I'll offer her to room with me instead of you."

"Over my dead body."

It was the usual deadpan delivery so Jisung didn't think much of it, but when he turned to glance at Minho he felt a little breathless under the weight of the menacing glare his friend was directing straight at him. Minho had even stopped stacking the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Or-or she'll just room with you and I'll give you my s-spare mattress?"

Minho's lip quirked upwards. "Good boy."

It was the first time you were visiting Minho in university. It was nearly the end of the first semester of his third year and your first year, exams already over with but most people had yet to disperse for the holidays. The plan was for you to spend a week with Minho at the dorms and then both of you would return home for the festivities. Separately.

Your parents had split up a few years ago which had been painful for everyone. You had truly felt like you had a whole family again and losing that felt like a slap in the face. You and Minho had no other siblings and had got so used to each other that you didn't know what to do with yourselves at first. No more yelling at the door of your shared bathroom when you hogged the shower and Minho had to wash off after dance practice. No more bickering in the kitchen over your stealing each other's snacks. No more sharing the bus to school.

At first there were long, awkward phone calls where you and Minho would just write your homework together, on the phone, neither of you saying much. Sad meetups at your favourite ice cream place became a weekly thing, the two of you huddled in a corner, sharing a sundae and complaining about how boring your lives were now. You and Minho had ended up going to different universities in different towns and your phone calls gradually became more rare, usually you'd call him to complain about boys and he'd explain to you everything you did wrong before cheering you up and telling you that whoever couldn't see past your annoying little habits didn't deserve any of your time. He'd link you videos of his dance covers and competitions and you'd share them proudly on your social media, showing off your big brother.

Except... he wasn't your brother anymore. Minho didn't allow himself to think of that fact because every time a picture of you with some new boyfriend would pop up on his socials, a painful, unexplainable, uncomfortable feeling would twist up his guts. He was just protective of you, he still thought of you as his annoying little sister and didn't want to see you get hurt by some boy, that was all. That was how he explained it to himself.

Only he couldn't stop himself from picturing that it was his hands around your waist instead of those of the guy in the photo with you. And he couldn't explain it either. He couldn't stop dreaming of what it would be like if it was him kissing you, making you smile into the kiss instead. It was those thoughts that made Minho's breath hitch, his eyes squeezing shut as if to clear the images from his mind while the guilt and shame rose up high in his chest, ready to choke him. He shouldn't think of you that way, you were his sister, you grew up with him, it didn't matter that you weren't related by blood or family. It wasn't right, it was shameful, it was... so fucking exciting that Minho had started wearing sweats one size bigger around the house because the amount of boners he sprung unintentionally was getting downright embarrassing.

And now, he had to survive a week with you after not having lived in the same house with you for years. He'd be sharing a room with you again and you'd be in the house with his seven horny, obnoxious guy friends, none of whom had girlfriends. Just kill him now. Jisung just happened to be the target of the day but by now all of them had got their fair share of the infamous grumpy, prickly Minho who stormed and raged when something wouldn't go his way.

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"Morning, dork," Minho greeted you with a lopsided grin, then took it without missing a beat when you jumped right into his arms, dropping your luggage on the floor.

"Hi Y/N!"

You turned to Changbin, Chan and Felix, the resident extroverts, who were peeking from behind Minho's shoulder with big, cheesy smiles. 

"Hi guys! It's so weird finally meeting you in person and not just seeing you pop up in Minho's video calls!" You laughed as you got off Minho and gathered up your luggage.

"Oh no, no, I'll get those for ya," Chan took your suitcase and backpack from your hands with one finger each as if they weighed nothing and you couldn't hide the impressed expression on your face.

"Why don't we show you around?" Changbin and Felix ushered you further into the hallway, both oblivious to the daggers being stared into the backs of their heads as you happily followed them to the kitchen. Doing his best to ignore the ugly feeling already bubbling in his chest, Minho trudged down the hallway to Jisung's room to take the promised (blackmailed, really) spare mattress.

Meanwhile Felix and Changbin were showing you all the snacks that had been bought for you and you were in awe of how many of your favourites there were. You happily gushed about childhood memories of eating them at the movies with your parents and Minho.

"I hope it isn't too personal," Felix started, "but when did your dad and Minho's mom split up?"

"Minho and I were still in high school," you looked down, counting the years. "So it must have been about four, no, five years ago now? God, has it really been that long?" You almost couldn't believe it yourself.

"Do you miss your step-mom?"

"Felix, we just met the girl," Changbin elbowed Felix awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. I know we only just met in person but I feel like I've known you guys for years," you smiled at the two. "I do miss her. She's such a lovely woman. She still calls me sometimes."

Felix's gaze shifted nervously from yours to somewhere behind you and you followed it instinctively, finding Minho who had walked in at some point and was looking none too pleased.

"Come on dweeb, I'll show you to my room," he said casually but his eyes never met yours, remaining fixed on Felix.

That felt a little odd, you thought as you followed Minho down the hallway, but your brother was such a grump and so moody that you didn't think much of it, if anything it was same old same old and you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of him trying to shelter you from guys.

Minho opened the door to his room for you and you followed him inside.

"Wow, still such a poser," you teased, eyeing the posters of dance crews and photos from dance competitions decorating the walls.

"Still such a nerd," Minho fired back without missing a tick.

"You're just jealous because nerds are trendy now and you didn't get a scholarship." It was like you were twelve years old again, only taller and in a university dorm.

"My university only gives them out for the science and engineering majors, little miss "heritage college", Minho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, fair enough."

"So your stuff is over there by the drawers," Minho pointed, "and I got Jisung's air mattress. I'd offer you the bed but I know you hate hard mattresses."

"Thanks, well remembered," you thumbs up-ed. "Have you got spare blankets?"

"Oh, sure, let me just find...," Minho rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling out a spare sheet. "Um, spare blankets... are apparently something I don't have," he concluded awkwardly after pulling out all his spare bedding on the floor which consisted only of sheets.

"That's okay, do any of the boys have any?"

"I know for a fact that they don't because they borrow sheets from me and destroy them all the time," Minho grumbled, "and I've seen Chan use a towel as a blanket more than once."

"We'll just share yours then, that's cool," you shrugged.

"Yeah... Yeah, sure."

Minho hurried out of the room, hit by the sudden realisation that the last time you lived together it was still common for you two to share a bed on family road trips. He tried his hardest not to imagine sharing a bed with you, how soft your skin would be if he reached for you under the covers, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs...

"You coming or what? I'm showing you the bathroom and then I have to leave for practice, come on." His voice sounded more annoyed than he'd intended, and the latter part was an outright lie. He didn't have practice but what he did have was a desperate need to go over to the dorm next door with the keys his friends had left him and jerk off in their bathroom if he had any hope of making it through the evening with you.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," you followed him back into the hallway.

"This is the bathroom you can use, I share with Felix and Hyunjin but Hyunjin barely ever leaves his room and he showers in the middle of the night so you don't need to worry about that."

You looked around the space, finding it cleaner than you'd expect in a house of eight college boys.

"And how do I work the shower?"

"I'll show you, you turn this on first," Minho guided you nearer to the shower with a hand on your shoulder, reaching past you to turn a dial on the boiler, "and then you use this knob to adjust the temperature." He reached further past you to reach it, his whole body caging yours now.

The feeling of your warmth and your faint perfume enveloping him almost made him shiver but he held fast and didn't let it show.

Something about how broad he was registered as a novel feeling in your mind. He wasn't quite like this when you last saw him, but then you hadn't really ever paid that much attention. He was always your big brother, you hadn't really noticed how strong his thighs seemed in his fitted jeans or how his hoodie seemed to stretch over his shoulders more now than you ever recalled. Because why would you notice? Why would you, and why were you noticing now? Were his eyes always so pretty and deep? They really were awfully pretty.

"What?" Minho frowned, still less than a palm's breadth away from you, fingers still clinging to your waist.

"Nothing, I just thought you had something in your hair," you lied instinctively, unsure whether Minho bought it because your eyes had never reached anywhere higher than his own. You were too distracted following the details of his lashes and the way the light reflected in his dark eyes. Something in the air had shifted, both of you knew that but both of you refused to acknowledge it.

Minho quickly withdrew his hand from your waist, mumbling about going to practice now and how he'd be back later, leaving you alone and disconcerted in the bathroom.

You heard the front door open and close before you'd even made it back into the hallway.

"Aren't you and Hyunjin going to practice too?" You asked Felix who had just emerged from the kitchen, seeming confused himself. You knew that Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were part of the same dance crew.

"Practice broke up for the holidays last week, why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

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When Minho returned it was already dark. He followed the sound of laughter to the living room to find you and Felix engaged in some sort of dance routine. Even Hyunjin had crawled out of his room, giggling happily on the couch as he directed you and Felix this way and that.

"No, no, you leg should bend inwards, not like that," Hyunjin pointed.

"How?! That's not humanly possible," you complained, trying to contort your body the way you thought he meant.

"No, silly, the other way," Felix came over to place one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, turning your leg inward and directing your movement. "Yeah, now you're getting it!"

"What are you doing?" Minho's voice cut through the jolly atmosphere and Felix took his hands off you as if he'd been caught stealing.

"Oh good, you're back! We're starving, we were waiting for you so we could order pizza," Changbin said, having just walked in as well. His keen eyes flitted between you and how close Felix was to you, then over to Minho who once again looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

"So pizza! Come on, let's choose and order already," Hyunjin joined in, having clocked the weird silent exchange.

Without a word, Minho headed for the drawer of takeout menus.

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A couple of hours later, all nine of you were strewn about the living room, pizza boxes and drinks littering all surfaces as you were all engrossed in a cheesy horror movie. You had been given the honor of the single armchair while the rest of the boys had arranged themselves on the sofa and the floor, except for Minho who perched right beside you on the armrest of the chair, claiming that it was his chair and he was not going to fully give it up.

It was unbelievably comforting to lean on Minho's sturdy frame, breathing in his familiar scent and burying your face into his hoodie during the more gory scenes. If anything, his running commentary of "for fuck's sake, you're such a baby" only added to the familiarity and comfort of the evening.

When a toilet and drink refill break was in order, Minho paused the movie and the boys rose up to stretch and take turns for the bathroom and kitchen. While Minho was busy refilling your drink in the kitchen, Felix plopped down on the armchair next to you to show you the silly picture of Hyunjin he'd promised you earlier. The others were taking their time and things quickly turned into you and Felix watching videos on his phone, huddled close on the armchair and snickering under your breaths. Felix nudged you when you teased him about showing off his own dance practice clips and you stuck your tongue out at him. Changbin had remained on the couch, scrolling through his phone but was now casting worried glances over at the two of you.

"Oh yeah? What if I caught that little tongue of yours and didn't let you have it back, hmm?" Felix said cutely, leaning over so close that you could count every freckle on his nose. There was a glint beyond just something cute in his gaze. 

You weren't entirely clueless, you didn't miss the way his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second even though you hadn't said anything. There was something a little hungry in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the realisation that Felix really was so very cute and he liked you.

"Uuuuh, hyung, can you get me one more beer too, please?" Changbin's voice was loud and tense, addressing Minho who was just about to walk back into the living room.

"Get it yourself, you lazy--"

The sound of the popcorn bowl rattling on the floor startled you and Felix, both of you bolting upright on instinct.

"I have to ask you something real quick, come here," Changbin quickly stood up and dragged Felix by the arm down the hallway. It was unmistakable this time, the sheer possessiveness with which Minho glared in Felix's direction as the lattee disappeared with Changbin into their room.

"Dude, what the fuck? What's the matter with you," Felix yanked his arm from Changbin's grip once the door shut behind them.

"Are you really that stupid? Have you really not noticed that all of today Minho has been two seconds away from ripping you a new one?"

Felix blinked rapidly, not looking exactly like a person in the know.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't act like that around his sister without his permission, man!" Changbin sounded exasperated.

"Like what? I wasn't doing anything, we were just hanging out," Felix tried to explain himself.

"Oh please, you've been drooling all over her all day! You're not fooling me and you're certainly not fooling Minho."

"Yeah, so? They're not related and they're not even technically step-siblings anymore, what's the problem?"

Changbin sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

"It doesn't work like that, man. They grew up together, she's his younger sister and he's always going to be protective of her. Do us all a favour and give this up before you really fuck things up with Minho. I don't want to have to look for a whole new set of housemates for next year."

"Are we going to talk about what just happened, or...?"

You left the question rhetorically unfinished, looking up at Minho who had repositioned himself on the armrest next to you. He'd been way too obvious to pretend nothing at all had happened.

"He knows I don't like it when he takes my chair."

So that's what he was going with.

"Right. Okay," you muttered.

"What?" Minho nudged you with his thigh which was level with your waist where he was perching.

An idea popped into your head and in that moment it seemed like such a good way to probe what Minho was actually on about.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit peeved because I was having a conversation and we were getting somewhere before you interrupted us."

"Getting where," Minho asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, you know how I've been single for a while again? I was telling Felix about that and he's so cute, honestly I was kind of hoping he might ask me out."

No response followed, only the sound of Minho swallowing thickly as he tried not to react.

"You don't mind, right?" You had him cornered.

It felt like ice lodged in Minho's stomach at your question and he was genuinely drawing a blank.

"Minho?"

"I... I don't know. It's a bit weird, I've never had to think about it. You're my sister, I've never thought of you going out with one of my friends."

"I've been thinking though... We're always going to be close but I'm not your sister anymore, technically."

He finally looked at you and there was a weird expression on your face.

"What? Surprised that I would say that?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You always make sure you emphasise that fact to your friends on video calls. Is it weird to hear me saying it myself?"

Minho stood up.

"Clearly you want to have some sort of conversation but I can't do this now, the guys are all coming back. Let's just finish the movie first," Minho said without looking at you as he arranged himself on the sofa.

Seungmin, Chan and Hyunjin returned with drinks and joined him and a few minutes later Jeongin, Changbin and Felix emerged from the hallway. Felix glanced at you awkwardly before joining the two on the floor, as far away from both you and Minho as possible.

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Waiting for the movie to finish was like white room torture. You couldn't concentrate on the plot at all and barely noticed when the guys would laugh or shriek at whatever was going on in the haunted house in the movie. When the credits finally rolled you sighed in relief.

Minho went to get spare towels while the boys cleaned up around the living room and bickered about who was going to shower in what order.

"Um, I'll use Hyunjin and Jeongin's bathroom for the week so don't worry about using up the water," Felix said awkwardly as he shuffled past you with arms full of pizza boxes. You nodded and gave him a tense smile in return.

With an uneasy feeling you made your way to Minho's room to unpack some of your things and ask who was going first but you heard the shower in his bathroom already running. You exhaled heavily. At least the conversation was going to be postponed for a little while, you thought as you got clothes and toiletries out of your backpack and suitcase. You laid pyjamas out on the bed as if appraising them. Couldn't you just wear Minho's? Surely he wouldn't mind that, given that he was already acting like some sort of alpha male marking his territory around you. You tucked your pyjamas back into your suitcase just as the shower was turned off in his bathroom.

You didn't want to cross paths with him just yet so you went to the kitchen to get yourself water to keep in the room for the night. As soon as you shut the door, however, you bumped into a hard, warm body. Of course Minho's. Bare from the hips up, towel riding low at his waist. Your stomach dropped and there was no stopping your eyes from roaming all over his muscled torso, the way a few stray droplets still rolled from his neck down to his sculpted chest and you forgot to breathe. When you finally dared to meet Minho's eyes he was waiting patiently, as if he knew what you would do. He handed you a clean towel as he passed you, not bothering to say anything.

You gave up on going to the kitchen entirely and clutched your toothbrush in your hand. You couldn't face going back to the room to get the rest of your toiletries and resigned yourself to borrowing Minho's as you bolted for the bathroom and had one of the fastest showers of your life.

The warm spray did little to quiet your mind but it did calm your breathing and suddenly facing Minho didn't feel so scary. You'd go in, ask to borrow pyjamas and just have a conversation. There wasn't much coherent inner monologue happening in your head and you fixed yourself up as if on autopilot, wrapping the towel above your chest to cover yourself as you left the warm bubble of the bathroom.

Minho was waiting for you, sitting on his bed and had thankfully put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When he saw you he patted the space next to him.

"Can I borrow some PJs before we do that?"

The double meaning of the question didn't occur to you until after you said it but Minho didn't linger on it and just tucked into his dresser drawer to hand you a t-shirt and pair of shorts similar to what he was wearing.

"I think they're all done in the bathrooms, you can go back out," he said quietly.

"I can just change here quickly if you just..." You motioned for Minho to turn around and he obliged, turning off the main light and leaving just the soft warm glow from the small lamp by his bed. He said cross-legged with his hands covering his lap, the only sound in the room that of fabric rustling over your bare skin and Minho had entirely given up on covering up his erection. If you noticed it, then you noticed it and that was going to be just one more conversation that needed to be had.

He felt the mattress dip and jostle slightly as you made your way to sit next to him and he finally turned around. A lump formed in his throat at how cute you looked in his shirt and shorts, and he tried his damndest not to stare at your nipples outlined by the thin fabric. He tried even harder not to think of how much this reminded him of the nights you two had spent with torches under a blanket reading books you were too young for, talking about what houses you wanted to live in and what you would do when you grew up.

"So...," you started hesitantly.

"So."

You chewed your lip. "So things have been weird, huh?"

"You might say that."

"It's not about Felix at all, is it." It wasn't a question from you.

"It's a little about Felix," Minho smiled lopsidedly, one eye crinkling.

"But it could just as easily have been about any of the boys?"

"I don't...," Minho sighed, hand going up to the back of his neck nervously. "I think you're right. Yes, I actually can physically say that," he narrowed his eyes sarcastically when you smirked at him. You breathed a little easier when his usual sarcastic demeanor resurfaced, however slightly.

You gambled and reached out to clasp your fingers around his.

"I missed you just the same as I always do, you know?"

"I know," he said, looking down at your clasped hands. "I just don't know when it started to feel... different." He looked up at you, hoping to whoever would listen that you would catch his meaning and make it easier for him, make it so that he didn't have to spell out exactly how he felt in the agonising detail that he felt it.

"It got harder to see you with other guys, boyfriends or even Felix today. It never used to bother me this much."

"Well it used to bother me," you quipped. "But now I think I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"I like that you don't like when I'm with other guys," you looked at him square in the eyes. "And..."

He followed your eyes as they traced the lines of his neck to his collarbones exposed by the loose shirt he wore.

"Some of the things I've thought about... I felt so awful," he started carefully, voice dropping to a whisper halfway through from how it shook.

"If I made you take your other hand off your lap, what would happen?" You knew very well what it would reveal, and looked up at Minho as if to challenge him.

You knew. You knew everything. And the only reason you could know this much was if you had felt it yourself too, Minho thought and threw hesitation to the side as he took the hand you were holding off his lap, revealing his erection which was still straining in his shorts.

"What would we do, hypothetically?" Your voice was now a whisper too.

"Maybe something like what we talked about at the tree house that summer."

Minho was referring to the last year you lived together before your parents split up. They were fighting a lot and you and Minho would often end up escaping to the tree house you had built together in middle school. By then Minho had lost his virginity to his first girlfriend and being the horny teens you both were, you'd begged him to tell you what his first time was like, claiming it was so that you'd know what to do to be safe when the time came for you too. Minho had called you crazy but eventually gave in, and it had been surprisingly romantic the way it had happened for him. He'd been gentle and careful but when he'd realised how well he'd been doing and how much his girlfriend had enjoyed it, he'd got more passionate and rough and ended up even getting her to orgasm. You had listened to the story and wondering what this feeling was in your groin as Minho was telling it. A heavy, throbbing sort of feeling as images had flashed in your mind of what it would feel like to have someone do those things to you. Years later you'd realised that you had wanted Minho to be the one doing them to you but you could never tell him, he would never understand.

Except he did, and he'd felt the same way for God knows how long and you had never realised. Society would frown on you and your parents would go insane if they found out and so you desperately hoped you could keep it secret, but that was all going to be a problem for the you of a few hours later to deal with.

Because right now Minho was kissing you.

Soft, eager lips moulding around yours as his hands reached up to cradle your face. His passion poured into his kiss and you could say hand on your heart that you had never been kissed like that by anyone else. Your lips parted helplessly and sparks shot through you at the same time as a shiver swept over your skin at the feel of Minho's tongue tracing your bottom lip for permission. You moaned into his mouth and he did the same, years of repressed feelings and longing seeping out of you and guiding your lips and bodies closer together.

You moved to straddle Minho's lap and hummed high and needy at the feel of his hard cock right against your core through the thin layers of fabric separating you. He sucked your bottom lip between his and bit it lightly, greedy and wanton as he dragged his lips down your jaw to your neck where he lavished the skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites, stoking a feeling inside you just like that at the treehouse. A needy, throbbing tension between your legs that screamed to be alleviated and you instinctively ground your hips down onto his, nestling his cock right against your clit through your shorts. The pressure on your sensitive bud felt divine and you moaned more loudly, prompting Minho to shush you gently.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy, no one can know about this. No one...."

His whispering in your ear had you arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest and your patience wearing thinner. You quieted yourself by kissing his neck, nibbling lightly on the skin and smiling against it when he sighed. Your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms for you easily, letting you pull it up and off of him.

"You got really hot, you know?" It sounded stupid but you wanted him to know and the light chuckle vibrating in his chest made you smile as you continued your journey over his skin with your lips, kissing down his chest and dragging your hands over the expanse of smooth, warm skin.

Encouraged, he slipped his hands under your (his) shirt, caressing your back which only made you impatient for him to touch you where you wanted him more. You pressed your body against his and he looked up at you.

"What shall we do first, hmm?"

His voice was so soft as his thumbs rubbed circles around your waist. If it was possible to feel so safe and at the same time like wanting to rip his shirt clean off, that was where you were. Minho smiled at you tugging on his waistband and separated from you just long enough for you to slide his shorts down his legs. He had nothing on underneath because why would he.

You greedily spread your hands, touching as much bare, warm skin as you could while you slid down his body to settle in between his legs. He remained sitting upright, body curling up over you protectively and his hands slid into your hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and your pussy throbbed from how hard and heavy he was in your hand. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest and his eyes drifted closed for a moment but he didn't want to miss a second of you doing this to him, so he willed himself to keep them open. He was planning to take it easy, it was already difficult enough to silence the rational part of his brain but when your lips wrapped around his tip it all flew out the window.

"God..." he moaned as his head tipped back loosely and his grip tightened on your hair. You felt so greedy, you quickly swallowed down as much of his shaft as you could fit and a hungry little groan rumbled in your throat.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy. No one can know about this," you threw his own words back at him after you popped off him with a slurp, then promptly teased the tip of your tongue into the slit at the head of his cock. Minho had no comeback, he could only clench his jaw to quiet himself as he clung to the thought of not thrusting right into your throat. He couldn't resist pressing your head lower onto him though, and you took more of his cock in surprise.

You wanted to please him. You wanted to please your big brother and it didn't matter what the combination of those words sounded like at that moment. It only mattered how beautiful Minho's moan sounded when you slacked your jaw and swallowed around his crown, the weight of him pressing down on your tongue, your hand stroking him in turn.

"Wait, wait!" He was hastily pulling you up, gently tugging on your hair until you could look at him. "I don't even want to think about how you got so good at this but I want a turn now."

Something constricted in his chest when you licked your lips and smiled at him, mouth still barely an inch from his cock. He was in so much trouble. This went way beyond just thinking you were pretty. Your eyes made him want to make you shut them in pleasure, your smile made him him want to see it morph into a sigh as he filled you. You let him guide you up and then lay you back down on his bed on your back.

Your (his) shorts were sliding down your legs so easily as if he'd done this to you before. And he had, in his mind at least, only now he was getting to do it for real, to feel goosebumps rising over your skin as he took your underwear off with the shorts too and you were spread bare in front of him. There was so much flutter in your chest when you felt his fingers ghosting at the soft insides of your thighs that it made you think whether part of it was shame.

"Do you think maybe we shouldn't...."

The words died in your mouth when Minho's fingers reached your center and you felt just how effortless the glide was over your folds.

"Fuck, if you're backing out you have to tell me now, I can't take knowing what you feel like and not tasting it," he said tensely, keeping himself still in case you really wanted to back out.

You couldn't take it either, couldn't take having just a hint of what it would feel like to have him like that, and you pulled at his wrist, bringing his fingers back in contact with your pussy.

"Oh god, you're fucking precious, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell whether it was a tease but it didn't matter, not when Minho loomed over you, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you as his fingers stroked you slowly. Feeling how eager you were and how his digits slipped and slid so easily over your folds had his brain on autopilot and he was soon diving in to taste you, tongue fast and broad to capture as much of your essence as he could reach. He pressed his tongue against your clit in wide, slow strokes as his fingertips teased at your entrance and you whined quietly, terrified of anyone else hearing what you were doing with your step-brother.

He kept a steady pace but you could tell it wasn't easy for him, at times his tongue curling over your clit and a deep groan vibrating in his throat. It felt so good that despite your nervousness you were steadily getting worked up and the pricks of heat came sharp in your belly, leaving you gasping for breath. Your hands gripped at anything you could reach - the covers, your own thighs, your breasts. Minho noticed and without stopping, he dragged your hand to his hair. You pushed his head down further on instinct, grinding your hips against his face.

Easing a finger into you, he stroked your soft insides and crooked it in a way that made you clench onto it and suck in a breath.

"God, Minho, it feels so good, fuck..."

His dark eyes drank in your face twisted in pleasure and the pained way the words made it out of you and he dove back in, closing his eyes as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He looked so fucking good like that between your legs that you sunk your teeth into your lip to try and stop the carnal moans threatening to spill.

"Tell me if you're close, I'll make it good," he murmured against your folds and you whined.

"I'm close now, oh fuck... It's so good like that, just like that!"

He obliged, only quickening his finger inside you slightly and adding a second, playing with your sensitive spot so teasingly as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmm.... Can you suck my clit please?" You didn't know what came over you but you were feeling so well taken care of, you felt like there was no way a sweet request like that would go unanswered.

Minho stopped lapping at your clit and looked up at you, a small grin gracing his features before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just like you'd asked him.

A hot wave undulated somewhere from inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. You were panting now, barely able to get enough air into your lungs. You were so close and so acutely focused on the sensations from Minho's fingers inside you and his lips on your clit that you could think of nothing else.

Thrusting his fingers harder inside you, Minho looked up at you once more.

"Relax and just cum on my fingers, come on." It was a quiet, almost whispered command and he looked so unbelievably hot in that moment, when he closed his lips around your clit again you only lasted another few seconds before your walls were clamping down on his fingers. Your throat was locked up, too afraid to make noise, but your face was twisted in a silent scream as the orgasm surged through you. Minho kept his fingers buried inside you for you to have something to clench on, and because he loved feeling your dripping pussy pulse around them, getting to feel your orgasm directly. Your whole body wracked in a convulsion from the force of it and Minho raised himself up to lay beside you, hands reassuringly stroking over your skin while you calmed down and caught your breath.

When you could finally open your eyes properly, you found him gazing at you, dark eyes still hungry even as his fingers tamely stroked your jaw.

"It's never felt this good before, how the hell did you do that?" Your voice sounded raw and small.

"Maybe because I've imagined it so many times," Minho's smile was wry and crooked.

"Oh yeah? What else did you imagine?" You teased as much as your fucked out state allowed.

Minho chuckled lightly, tucking his head into your shoulder before raising it up so his lips were at the shell of your ear.

"So many things. Like how it would feel to have you on top of me, riding me..." His whisper thrummed inside you like the lick of hot metal. "How warm and wet you'd feel around my cock, how I could watch myself disappearing inside you as I spank that cute ass of yours from behind..."

His cock was hard and warm, precum dribbled out of his tip onto your thigh, and you moaned from the sensation of it and the filthy words he was caressing you with. You didn't feel spent anymore, all you wanted was to feel full of him, to finally know what it felt like.

"I want to feel that too. Please, fuck me..." You reached down to stroked his cock and heard him hiss before he bit your earlobe lightly.

"How do you want me, precious?"

God, the nickname made this feel even filthier. It used to be a word meant to tease you and now it had taken on a whole new meaning.

"I want what you just said. Please!"

He took your hand and guided you to sit up and turn around on all fours, fitting himself between your spread thighs behind you and reaching down to stroke your pussy again.

"You're fucking dripping for me," he remarked as he teased along your wet slit, dipping a digit in just for a second and spreading the wetness over your clit before stroking it with the pads of his fingers.

You moaned low and desperate, still sensitive from your orgasm but your hips pushed back chasing his touch regardless.

"Fuck, you don't know how good you look right now. Spread open like that for me and so wet..."

You never thought you'd ever hear such words from Minho but now that you were hearing them, you wanted only for him not to stop.

"You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers? So needy, always such a little princess, have to have whatever you want, don't you?"

He was teasing but obliging you at the same time, fingers poised at your entrance and when you pushed back you felt them sink into you deep.

"Please, oh my god, please fuck me now, I need your cock, please!"

You never thought you'd be one to beg either, but few things were turning out to be as you expected from this visit, that was for sure.

Your felt Minho remove his fingers from you and something blunt replacing the pressure at your entrance.

"Alright, stay still now."

You tried your best to do as he said, stilling your writhing his and planting your hands in front of you.

You felt the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance and popping in, but he retreated as soon as it had entered you.

A low, animalistic sound left you and you arched your back more deeply but held still for Minho. You were rewarded with the return of his tip into you and he teased it in and out of you a few times, stretching your entrance out gently and driving you out of your mind. You felt him bend over you and ghost kisses over your shoulders as his face came up to the side of your ear.

"Fuck yourself onto my cock now, come on." The whispered command made your eyes roll back as you moved your hips into him, finally taking his length in beyond the tip and nestling him fully inside you. When his hips hit your ass you both groaned, hands tightening on each other in some feeble attempt to keep things slow and not too loud.

It was unnerving how easily your bodies fell into a rhythm, Minho thrusting deeply into you and you meeting him halfway. As if you'd both imagined this very scenario and played around with how it would go down.

Tracing a hand down your back, Minho watched your silky folds swallow him up over and over as he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were holding down your moans but the slick sound of his cock working its way inside you was almost just as loud.

"Can you hear how fucking wet you are? You feel so good around me, so warm and snug I could just fill you up. Would you like that, huh?" The rasp in his voice drove you crazy and you fucked yourself onto his dick harder, keening high in your throat.

"I would love it, I would love it if you fucked me full of you..." It came out quiet and shy but Minho could feel every bit of desperation that your voice couldn't convey. Your fists clenched so tight into the covers, the deep arch to your back, the way your cunt would tighten up more on him with every deep thrust and dirty word from him.

He reached around to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts, keeling it slow and deep as he had until now and your mouth dropped open, nothing coming out. The feeling of his heavy cock dragging over your sensitised walls was hard enough to bear but his fingers on your clit made you feel like you were losing your mind. You couldn't think, breathing seemed to take so much effort and his cock inside you was almost not enough. You jerked and ground your hips desperately, taking in all of his length and swiveling your hips when he was balls-deep inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Minho! Please don't stop, just fuck me, fill me up, I want to feel it, please!"

The words kept coming out of you and you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you only wanted to feel Minho reach his high inside of you and the way his hand clenched hard onto your hips gave you a deep sense of relief.

His fingers stroked faster over your clit and he rocked into you hard, jostling your whole frame with the force of his thrusts. Somewhere in the midst of it the pressure inside you snapped, your walls fluttering around Minho's length as it worked and pressed into your tender spots and your clit throbbed under his fingers. A raw cry ripped from you as you came hard on his cock, your cunt clenching and holding him impossibly snug to where his thrusts became laboured.

Shaken, short breaths from behind you told you that Minho was at his limit and he ground his hips into you, trying to wring out the last bit of friction he needed without overstimulating you but you didn't care, you rocked back onto him yourself. He withdrew to the tip and slammed back into you once, twice, then groaned and grabbed your hips painfullly tight. His cock pulsed inside you, feeling so thick and hard all of a sudden and a warm gush of cum spurted inside you. Then another, and another as Minho rocked into you, emptying himself inside you just like you'd begged him to. One hand left the bruising grip on your hip to trail over your spine and around, grabbing your breast then pressing your chest up to bring your body up off your hands and flush with his front.

Heavy breaths expanded his sculpted chest and he kissed up your shoulder as he worked through his own orgasm, his hips twitching until his cock finally stopped throbbing inside of you. It was too hard to hold yourself up and you fell forward onto your hands again but your elbows buckled and you found yourself with your cheek pushed against the bed, hips still held in Minho's hands. He guided you to drop them and you laid down flat, his heavy frame following on top and covering yours with him still inside you.

"I could stay inside you all night," he murmured into your back, resting his head on you.

"I want you to, but you're a little heavy," you chuckled.

"Sorry," Minho said dramatically and moved back slightly, your bodies now parallel to each other with him spooning you from behind.

"Oh..."

With his cock softening inside you you felt his cum start to drip out of your well-fucked hole.

"Don't move, I got it," Minho said as he raised himself up on one arm and reached for some wipes in his bedside table. He helped clean you and himself up then settled back in place behind you. You listened to his now even breaths and felt safer than you ever had, right there in his arms. Not everything was peaceful in your mind though.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?"

"What now?"

He guided you to roll over and face him, taking your leg to wrap around his hip.

"Now we hope nobody heard us, I guess."

You stroked his hair, focusing on his glistening eyes in the grey-blue darkness.

"I'm going to have to pretend that I don't want to kiss you every time I look at you?"

Minho nodded slightly.

"And I can't have you sitting on my lap when we watch movies with our friends because all I'm gonna want is to wrap my arms around you and kiss you back."

You smirked. "Sap."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm also gonna want you dripping and screaming for me as I have you riding me, but I was trying to be romantic."

Saying that, you felt his cock stir from where it laid close to your pussy and the hardening length brushed up against your folds of its own accord.

"We can do like you wanted and have you inside me all night," you suggested teasingly.

"You really think you can sleep with my cock buried inside you and not move?"

"We can just try," you laughed airily. Minho leaned in, kissing your lips and guiding your hips closer, holding your leg to spread you apart as he slid his cock back into you.

"Oh my god, Minho..." You gasped, hips grinding involuntarily at the feel of him filling you up again.

"I know, I know," he shushed you, holding you still. "Just close your eyes and try to sleep."

He tucked your head into his chest and rested his chin on top. You closed your eyes and focused on the rest of his warmth enveloping you, the steady thrum of his heart and the light fan of his breath in your hair. You felt full but the tiredness took the raw edge away from that and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Minho moving and the sheets rustling around you as he separated from you and rose from the bed. It was still dark and you were too tired to check the time. You heard the bathroom door shut, then a minute later Minho walked back in and leaned down to kiss your lips before settling back into bed with you.

You were tired but too awake not to feel how wet you were from having his cock inside you earlier and you scooted over to him, hand trailing over his chest as you kissed his neck.

"You awake?" He asked, voice heavy from sleep and his hand joining yours over his chest.

"Mm kinda. Want you...." You croaked out, lips trailing over hot skin and settling at his nipple. He chuckled lightly and reached between your legs, stroking a finger between your folds and finding you soaked.

"Come here," he whispered and dragged you to lay on top of him, legs spread around his hips. He teased your hole with his fingers then rubbed your juices over his quickly hardening cock.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded against his chest and he guided his cock into you, both of you sighing at the feeling of being joined again. You couldn't lie, it did sting from how he'd fucked you earlier but it felt even better somehow and you wantonly ground onto his length, burying him deep inside you. He dragged you over his cock and your nipples rubbed against his skin, stiffening into peaks. He raised you up slightly so your breasts were in front of his face and sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck.

You hummed in pleasure and sat up more, riding him now as you tugged on his hair, keeping his mouth on your breast as he sat up as well. His hand snuck between your bodies to thumb at your clit and your breathing got harsher. The friction from his cock was overwhelming, your raw walls already fluttering when you dropped harder onto him.

"Fuck, Minho, it hurts a little but it's good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that."

"Yeah? You sure? You don't want me stop?" He popped off your nipple then took the other to suck and drag his tongue over.

"Yes, please, it feels so good," you were begging again and Minho was starting to think he was acquiring a begging kink now because hearing you like that made his cock stiffen even more inside you.

"You look so good on top of me, come on, cum for me," he egged you on with harsh thrusts from under you, fingers still playing your clit smoothly. Your thighs ached but you could feel the crest of your orgasm flowing down already, ready to put you under and you kept fucking yourself down onto his length. He reached so deep inside you like this and the tinge of pain only heightened how good it felt. You wrapped your arms around him and dropped one last time onto his cock, walls squeezing him tight as you came on top of him.

Minho was covering your neck in kisses as you fell apart in his arms, gasping from the delicious pressure of your cunt around his dick. He reversed your positions and laid you down as he stayed inside you, leaning over you to kiss you hard.

"Think you can take a little more?" He asked, not moving until you'd said it was okay.

"Yeah, a little," you smiled at him, so fucked out and voice still heavy from sleep although you'd been moaning into his ear while you rode him.

"You feel so fucking good, I'm the luckiest bastard in the world," he kept kissing you between words as he thrust into you, pressing you down into the mattress with his hands under your thighs. You clung to him for dear life, the overstimulation setting in and making you want to scream so you bit into his shoulder. It kept you quiet but made him louder, especially once his sexed-up brain clocked what you were trying to do.

He pounded into you harder, his cock mercilessly pressing into your overused cunt and brushing against your cervix. Something else rose up in you and through the haze you realised you were about to squirt all over him.

"We're gonna need to change the sheets after this," you warned.

"Why? Oh...," it took him a second. "I don't care, that'd be fucking hot to see you cum all over me. Come on, drench me."

Your inhibitions lowered, you relaxed and let yourself focus on every bit of pressure his harsh thrusts brought and after a few more you gushed and sprayed cum all over his lower body.

"Fuck..."

The pressure forced his cock out but he quickly manhandled you and filled you up again, pounding into you without holding anything back. The wet, squelching noise your pussy made was obscene but it was in part what pushed him over the edge and he railed into you, milking himself into you and emptying his cum into you sloppily. Some of it gushed out but you liked that, reveled in the obscenity of being filled twice in one night and having covered Minho in your cum yourself.

You willed yourselves to change the bedding and collapsed into it after hastily using up more wipes. You didn't wake up again until morning.

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When you awoke again, it was from the sound of the shower in Minho's bathroom. It turned off shortly and Minho walked in with a towel around his waist. It felt like deja vu, you having seen him like that less than 12 hours ago. But the expression he wore was entirely different. Where it had been dark and cloudy before, now a wide smile was gracing his handsome features.

"Morning, dummy."

"What time is it?

"About noon. Everyone else has gone out apparently. I'll start breakfast while you shower." He put on some shorts and a hoodie and left you to sort yourself out.

Once you'd showered and dressed you made your way to the kitchen to the sight of Minho attempting to salvage somewhat charred eggs and toast.

"You still can't even make eggs?"

"Shut up, at least I'm trying. Hyunjin doesn't even do that, he orders in all the time." Minho frowned, instantly slipping back into your usual bickery dynamic.

You took half of what he'd made, giving him a cheesy smile and watching his grumpy expression lighten up again. He hated that. He was so fucking in love with you.

You chatted through breakfast, Minho listing what all his housemates were doing and guessing that none of them had heard you two from the lack of texts from anyone about it.

"So, what do you want to do today," Minho asked as he was clearing the dishes.

"I was thinking we could go to your practice studio? Felix invited me yesterday and I'd still like to go."

Minho froze in place.

"You... You want to go with Felix?"

Oh that's right. Minho's unbelievable lack of perspective when it came to other guys liking you. This could be fun.

"Yeah, he promised to teach me some choreo. That a problem?"

"You know I'm the main dancer in the crew, right?" Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh? I thought Felix was, the way he moves is so..."

You found yourself face to face with Minho before you'd even finished the sentence.

"I don't give a shit. If you want to go, then go. I'm not."

You pouted.

"Oh come on, oppa. Don't be like that. Please?"

Your tone at the last word was identical to how you'd begged him to fuck you harder last night and the next moment he was kissing you hard, pressing you against the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want me to be like, then?" He asked in between kisses. "Do you want me show you what you'll be missing hanging out with Felix?"

"Can't even imagine," you teased even as his lips under your ear made you breathless.

"I'll show you then," Minho growled, turning you around and making you brace yourself against the counter. He tugged your sweatpants down with force, your underwear going with it and his other hand roamed under your shirt, greedily tracing your skin until he reached your breasts. He cupped your core, then tapped against your clit. The sudden motion had you jerking back against him but his body was caging you between himself and the counter and you only succeeded in grinding your bare ass against his erection.

He pulled his own shorts down, taking out his cock and guiding it between your folds because of course you were still wet from the night before, he'd more than made sure of that.

"Scream all you like now, no one else is here," he rasped in your ear as he gave you a rough thrust and you felt the air being driven out of your lungs.

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Not five minutes after you'd cum screaming Minho's name and gone to change your clothes did Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung walk in, joking loudly and sorting out take out.

You looked at Minho who was scrolling through his phone on his bed while waiting for you to change. He looked up at you at the same time and you both exchanged a grin.

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The rest of your visit was a never-ending stream of you and Minho fucking every night and every chance you got during the day when the others went out. Both of you getting off on the imposed secrecy of your relationship, you nearly got walked in on when you cut it too close fucking in the living room while Changbin was in the shower. Minho spilled inside you at the same time as the door of Changbin's bathroom opened and his footsteps thudded down the hallway.

After that you kept to Minho's bedroom, prompting the guys to tease you about being antisocial and never coming out to hang out. You were quick to say that you'd brought your Switch and you were too busy kicking Minho's ass, like old times. Minho would of course object, calling you a liar and pointing out that it was in fact he who had taught you the games.

The night before you had to leave neither of you slept at all. You were glued to each other, talking, cuddling and fucking desperately all night because you knew that after tonight it would be months before you'd see each other again. You couldn't easily explain a week's absence to your parents and justify not going to see them and see your own friends in your respective towns.

In the morning you left early, Minho coming to the station with you. Nervous but reassured that no one you knew was around, you kissed passionately in the deserted waiting room right up until you had to board your train. That night, Minho called you and you talked late into the night, falling asleep with each other on the call.

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Minho started his final semester and the days blended into one, with courses, practice and calls with you forming his routine. He was in the midst of studying the final choreography submission when things got on top of him. Nothing he tried felt good enough, and you could feel the stress from him when you talked, his calls getting shorter and him being more irritable.

It was late afternoon and he had been in the practice room since six a.m, feeling beyond exhausted when he final decided no good could come from pushing himself any further and he was risking injury. Head down and staring at his trainers, he punched in the code for the front door of his building and zoned out in the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he found you sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, next to your suitcase.

"Hey," you greeted.

Minho blinked at your blankly.

"Y/N? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait until spring break, I had to see you," your voice was soft as you got up from the floor.

Minho said nothing, only stepped towards you and kissed you feverishly, holding you close and backing you towards the door. His lips felt like rain after blistering heat and you opened up for him, tongues caressing each other and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Minho blurted out mid-kiss. You'd said it to each other countless times as kids, but this meant something different. You cradled his face in your hands, his hair damp from sweat, and you looked into his tired eyes.

"I know. I love you too. Can I come in already?"

Minho fished his keys out and ushered both of you in.

"I'm really in need of a shower. No one else is in, come with me," he said as he was already unzipping your jacket and pulling your sweater over your head. You kissed him again as you both kicked your shoes off.

"I need one too, not a bad idea."

You pulled Minho's shirt off as he backed you towards the bathroom, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes littering the hallway. Minho turned on the shower and barely parting from each other, you both stepped under the warm spray. He kissed down your chest, lavishing attention on your breasts while you dragged your hands down his abs, teasing your fingers down the lines of his hips to his stirring cock.

"I missed you so much," you whined when his fingers caressed between your legs, petting your folds with a sort of tenderness he rarely showed.

"Me too, I can't wait this long again," he said as he took one of your legs, raising it to his hip as he brought you closer and found home inside your heat.

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Changbin didn't know what to make of the clothes strewn about the hallway and the shower in Minho's bathroom running. Not until he spotted your suitcase dumped in the corner and recognised the key chain decorating it that Minho had given you last time you were here when presents were exchanged. A suspicious feeling twisted in Changbin's gut and he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but his room was in the same hallway as Minho's bathroom and he couldn't help quietly making his way to the door and listening for a moment.

"I missed you so much"

professor Choi struts back and forth before watchful eyes admiring the way he seems to float with each step. soothing his throat with a sip of water, he comes to a stop facing the rows of seats leading up in an incline. students gaze upon him, some half-asleep hunched over their desks praying for class to end quickly. others stressed, pencils gripped tight between two fingers ready to jot down details about their end of the semester project.

“relationships.” professor Choi leans back on the ledge of his desk. smirking at the amount of heads raising higher with confusion. 

“oftentimes, we correlate relationships to that with another person. relationships are more about a connection to something, whether it be an object, a pet, a memory. it is the state of being connected. involved in a way.”

gesturing toward the students seated near the front, he stands up asking for different examples.

“exactly. even now what we have with each other is a relationship. from teacher to student, you learn, I educate. we provide something for each other, don’t we?”

professor Choi scribbles a few examples of relationships on the erase board. underlining the topic for major emphasis. 

“you are probably wondering what the hell I am going on about by now.” he says, stepping up to the podium. “for your final project I want you to deep dive relationships. connections. I need you to reach inside, evoke human emotions, make me feel invigorated. I want to laugh, cry, lose sleep over how damn good your documentation is.”

clasping his hands together, he smiles, radiating enough enthusiasm to have everyone grow excited. “if you can move me enough to feel something I’ve never felt before, I’ll even curve half of your final grade based on the outcome of your film.”

rounds of gasps and chatter fill the room upon the news. professor Choi smacks the podium to gain back attention for more instruction. “you have the next two months, I trust you to find your groups. no more than 5 per team please. take this seriously, I expect the most from my top students.”

sure enough Jake wastes no time to gather up 4 seats around a desk. crammed together with 3 of his best friends without a doubt in mind that they will figure out how to impress professor Choi more than anyone else can. they weren't the ‘top students’ of the class for slacking.

Heeseung sets down a notebook filled with crisp clean writing. fast to jot down and memorize everything the professor says. “what do you guys have in mind? any ideas, should we start brainstorming?”

“relationships.” Jay reads the notes out loud to the table, mimicking the dramatic way professor Choi had commenced today’s lecture. loud and clear enough to be heard by his group of friends. “I guess it could be a less interesting topic to cover.”

“do relationships even exist anymore?” Sunghoon asks. ever the cynical one after many failed attempts at anything beyond fuck buddies and one night stands.

“of course they do.” Jake joins in, waving the end of his pencil toward the two. “unless you attend Euphoria high and your names are Nate Jacobs or Cassie Howard.”

leaning back to straighten out, he pretends to choke himself around his neck. ‘I love that I’m your secret.’ he coughs, gagging as if he can’t breathe. ‘and I can’t tell a soul.’

“ugh yeah, choke me daddy.” Jay jeers in a high pitched tone. jutting out his hip to smack hard enough for a sound of skin on skin to emit followed by chuckles and scoffs.

“that’s not a relationship.” Sunghoon says, rolling his eyes. “I mean it is, a toxic one. I would know. I didn’t vow to never date another ‘Cassie’ again because of the fond memories.”

“a lot of relationships we see on tv and media are toxic these days. look at Kim and Kanye, actually don’t, if I have to hear about their high school drama again I might scream.” Heeseung adds in thoughtfully. mouth tweaked to the side as he thinks it over. “that’s the problem, all we ever see anymore is toxic relationships. dating culture is dead.”

“that’s not true Heeseung!“ Jake pats his friend’s chest. “how can you say that when you have the perfect relationship? your girlfriends a damn angel.”

“that’s true bro, you have like..maybe the most healthy example of a relationship I’ve ever seen.” Sunghoon nods, head slanting to the side at the first sign of jealousy panging the back of his mind. “must be nice.”

Jay snaps his fingers, focusing everyone’s attention back on him. “that’s it! you guys are right!”

turning to a blank page, Jay begins to write as he continues to speak. “we’ll make a documentary about healthy relationships in 2022. a culture of souls who’ve lost hope to find their true love. we’re all too busy worrying about the future, if we can even buy a house. Heeseung’s done it though. he’s proof love can still prevail if two people really try to make it work.”

“we’re going to make a film about my relationship?” Heeseung asks, confused. “I don’t know about that. I have to talk to her about this first..”

“I think that actually sounds like a brilliant idea.” Jake encourages Jay’s thoughts. tapping his chin as he ponders it over. “it’s not like either of you have easy lives. you struggle to make rent, study day and night, even had an awkward first meeting..” he coughs, smiling timidly. “but you really do adore each other. it’s sickening in the softest, sweetest, most beautiful way honestly.”

Sunghoon nods, rolling his bottom lip between two fingers. “a budding healthy relationship in this day and age, it’s a rare sight. the divorce rates are high, hook-up culture is thriving. how do you do it Hee?”

Heeseung holds back a sigh, glancing at the pairs of eyes watching him expectantly.

his friends are right, he really could not ask for a better relationship. it was almost too perfect how well the two of you got along. even cuddling in a small twin size bed felt like aligning a missing puzzle piece; finally completing the set.

nothing can really be perfect though, can it? 

what is a perfect relationship anyway? 

is it coming home to the shoebox sized studio apartment you share with your partner; finding them at the stove waving and smiling cheerfully after a busy day of stressful classes? somehow still happy to announce that they’re boiling two packets of your favorite ramen?

is it huddling up together on the floor with your backs pressed to the couch sharing that said pot of boiling noodles as you rewatch Spirited Away together for the 1000th time? 

or is it taking a shower together before bed, using the excuse that your water bill was high last month and you could cut the cost by rinsing off at the same time?

perhaps it’s a combination of everything, from the way you laugh and make a mess of toothpaste dribbling down your chin before hopping in the shower for a quick rinse; recounting a silly joke your instructor bombed during political science this morning.

laughter and conversation melts into the fog filling up your tiny shared bathroom, and as you stand together held against Heeseung’s chest with warm water streaming down your back, you know that at the end of the day this feels perfect.

it’s not the standard idea of ideal, but you’ve never been happier.

“Choi assigned our final assignment for the semester finally.”

Heeseung’s voice cracks as he recounts his day, nervously swallowing, nestled up to your side in bed.

“that’s awesome? it’s still a good while before the school year ends.” 

he nods, fiddling with his fingers tediously.

“alright, spit it out. what’s going on?” you question, knowing your boyfriend well enough to understand when he’s hiding something from you.

“I’m working with the guys, obviously.” he starts to explain. “we have to complete a documentation on relationships.”

“sounds like an interesting topic to me?” you shrug.

Heeseung nods, gnawing on his lip. “they want to make it about our relationship.”

“our relationship??” you can’t control the snort that passes through your nose, arching one of your eyebrows as you turn to look at your boyfriend. “what about our relationship?”

“the guys say we have a perfect relationship..” Heeseung blushes, warding away his nervousness with a stifled laugh. “I mean..”

“of course we do,” you tease, burying your chin in his chest. “right, daddy?”

“ahhh..” the pink shade layering his cheeks spreads further, growing more rudy. “none of that in front of the camera alright?”

“oooh the camera.” you continue to taunt, poking and pinching at his flat abdomen. “what kind of movie are we making daddy??”

Heeseung’s eyes roll up comically at your flirtatious tone, taking a hold of your head to massage your scalp. “I’m serious, don’t talk about that with the guys around. that’s just between us.”

“you know, my friends' boyfriends love to brag about this type of stuff.”

“you know how I am.” Heeseung kisses your forehead, cuddling deeper into your body with his arms locked around your waist. 

of course you know how your boyfriend is.

it’s still a surprise he tolerated your antics from the beginning; while you have always been more of an explorer, Heeseung still had a lot to learn.

a lot, beyond vanilla sex that hardly ever satisfied your hunger and thirst for more. vanilla sex that unfortunately made you resort to creating fake scenarios in your head of your boyfriend snapping one day. a dream to get bent over and plowed through even as he held you close and repeated the list of things he loves about you.

you knew from the first time you made out in the backseat of his car and reached for his hand— setting it on your neck suggestively only for the softest touch to stroke along the column of your throat while peppering your lips with breathless whimpering kisses that he wasn’t anything like the guys you’d been with before.

you pushed it more, dropping into a deep heated mental space of trust after sleeping together; deep enough to let the nickname slip from your lips.

your boyfriend's reaction was stiff, mouth agape with widened eyes. evidently too shocked by your moment of weakness, enough to have you panicking and giggling. turning the playful name into a joke overtime, because how silly is it to call your significant other ‘daddy’. the excuse seemed to calm his initial surprise, nodding and smiling before returning to thrust inside of you slowly. even now he turns crimson red every time you say it.

Heeseung was special to you though, he always put you first. friends, schoolwork, any stresses that could ruin his day; he made sure to always prioritize the importance of your relationship. 

it was an easy choice to move in with him, the most impressive part of your connection is how easily you came to trust him. 

trust and adoration that made it harder and harder to express the one problem you can’t stop dwelling on; your sex life.

at times there were glimpses of hope, Heeseung has a naturally nurturing and caring demeanor afterall. 

the amount of love and attachment to him outweighed your need to get railed out of your mind.

at least you’ve managed to convince yourself of that, love prevails all, right?

“I think we should start off filming the two of you just like doing your usual daily stuff.” Sunghoon stands in your small kitchen, setting up lights on the counter space. “I mean, you guys sicken us enough on a average day; viewers love that type of stuff.”

“hey!” you whine, stomping your foot for dramatic effect. 

he shrugs sporting a smirk, proceeding to record the two of you; mouthing to ‘keep it casual’ as you work on preparing ingredients for dinner later.

on film you do depict a perfect couple, well suited for each other even just standing side by side. Jake mentions the two of you look great on camera, like the pairings you see in corny romance movies.

awkward moments when you meet eyes with the camera turn into hysterical laughter and joking around, it’s not too bad.

you sit and interview together explaining how long you’ve been in a relationship now. what prompted the two of you to move in together, pretty mundane questions about your lives together.

Heeseung was worried for no reason, at least you thought.

“we’ll do the one-on-one interview portion now.” Jay says, directing his attention to you. “if there is anything you aren’t comfortable with answering, just let us know?”

apprehensively you glance to your boyfriend, clutching his fingers in your grip. he nods, reassuring you with his other hand gliding up and down your spine in a comforting manner. “no pressure, okay?”

“I know..”

Heeseung gives you a kiss, sharing that he will be out on the rooftop deck until you’re done answering their questions for today.

“nothing to be nervous about, it’s just us.” Jake smiles, motioning for you to sit where they have set up a backdrop in your living room.

“it’s just to get a perspective of your relationship from one side.” Sunghoon informs. “I’m really hoping for one of those masterful moments where the protagonist has the same thought as their counterpart without knowing beforehand.”

he finishes, adding a wink while playing with the microphone stand perched over your head. 

“you good?” Jay sits nearby, just far enough from you to not enter the camera frame. he smiles softly, patting your bouncing knee.

“yeah yeah, it’s fine.” you gulp. “I am a little anxious.”

“of course, totally a normal reaction.” he advises you to take deep breaths before starting. giving you a few minutes, the guys all join your breathing exercise assisting you to calm down and quill your sparking nerves with affirmations that you have no reason to stress over this.

worry dissipates as you get into the groove of things, simple with stating your name, age, and how long you have been in a relationship. it’s easy-going really, just like having a conversation with friends gathering your memories to discuss over a long night.

“when did you know Heeseung was someone you’d want to commit to for this long?” Jay asks, letting you know to take your time answering. they have two months to complete their documentary anyway.

“probably after our second month of dating honestly.” you smile fondly, crowding deeper into yourself feeling shy suddenly. “when we were all playing basketball and my shoelace came untied..”

“oh god.” Sunghoon snorts, shaking his head knowing the exact story you are about to share.

“Hee was supposed to hit a 3 pointer, but saw I almost tripped on my loose shoelace and dropped the ball to tie my shoe for me.” you’re smiling bashfully now, clearly rehearing the coo’s your friends let out as your boyfriend dropped down to one knee without having to be asked.

Sunghoon mocks a gag pretending to shove his finger down his throat. “I was so mad at him. I lost $20 on that game.”

“yeah, you all started to boo him. I guess that’s when I knew.”

Jake laughs under his breath behind the camera remembering that part as well, how they threatened to bring tomatoes the next time in case Heeseung decides to pull something like that again.

“okay, next question— do you remember what it was about Heeseung that caught your attention the first time you met?” Jay asks, continuing to read through a compiled list of notes they have worked on since planning for their assignment. 

Jake shifts in his seat, adjusting the camera in his hold. the question arising discomfort for him, still able to vividly recall the first time you all met.

Sunghoon had been rushing for a frat for over two months at the time, finally in his last week of hazing he caught a break. other than having to supply alcohol along with his other rushies without an ID to do so, they were able to plan a great party.

a great party you had happened to attend after your friends pestered you the day before; reminding you that it’s been months since you’ve gotten dicked down.

the perfect opportunity to find a hook-up for the night stumbled right into you while trying to catch a pingpong; successfully spilling the cup of lukewarm beer in his hand as his chest collided with yours.

‘I got it! I got it!’

all that Jake Sim would get that night would be a dry cleaning bill for ruining the white bodycon dress your friends convinced you to wear. something about how frat boys wouldn’t be able to resist your curved out hips and ass in a stretchy material that could hardly cover your bottom.

“oh fuck.” Jake stutters, foregoing the red solo cup in hand to grab onto your shoulders before cracking your back on the table behind you.

his accent catches you off guard at first, and then his large eyes full of fright, the way the corners of his lips point up even while frowning. all of that subsiding as your chests crash together, unintentionally pulling your bodies as physically close as possible to prevent further damage.

“fuck, I’m so sorry!”

cute. you think, pulling a grimace when the scent of beer hits your nostrils. beer that’s soaked through the material of your dress, now clinging to your skin.

“my dress!” you exclaim, balancing yourself by pushing his weight away.

Jake gapes, opening and shutting his mouth horrified, and mildly turned on as he takes in your soaked figure.

“Jake!” another guy calls out from behind, charging over with a wad of paper towels in hand. “oh my god, you really messed her up.”

Jake hadn’t managed to knock you off your feet, physically, but looking up and locking eyes with his friend nearly had you tripping while standing in place.

while Jake had surprised you by practically beheading you on your way to the kitchen for a refreshment, the large eyes scanning over your face filled with worry had you ready to pitifully collapse to your knees.

“I’m so sorry about this..” he speaks up, breaking your lost haze. “it’s my fault.”

“no no, Heeseung it’s my fault.” Jake says, patting his friend's arm. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m such an idiot, and I’m kind of drunk.”

“I threw the ball too hard.” Heeseung lets him know with a frown. 

as adorable as their apologetic banter was, you let out a sound of annoyance, flailing your arms. “my dress!”

“right!” the taller boy jumps up straight to attention, flailing similarly to you in response. “here!”

he gulps, lingering over the trickles of beer pouring down your thighs. patting down his chest, he reaches to unbutton his long sleeve plaid top. “sorry, sorry..”

shaking off the shirt, he hands it over to you without question. “don’t worry about returning it, I’ll be fine.”

“I need a bathroom..” you sigh, disgusted by the sticky bitter smell of IPA stuck to your legs and chest. 

the three of you glance around fast, spotting a long line wrapping up the stairs for the restroom.

“whatever” you mutter, removing the straps from your dress first before rolling the rest of the material off. grateful you opted for a cute matching bra and pantie set today in hopes of getting laid.

“oh, I—“ the two guys before you splutter, averting their gaze around while shifting to create a wall to hide your exposed skin. 

“didn’t think she was going to do that.” Jake whispers to his friend under his breath. pretending to look around while stealing glimpses at your breasts half pushed out of your bra.

“shirt!” you call out, reaching toward the taller boy. leveraging yourself with a hold on his shoulder as you hop free from your ruined dress. 

“this is probably a bad time,” he turns back to face you, waving the shirt before you while looking away. “I’m Heeseung, by the way.”

Heeseung.

he smiles, holding open his shirt for you to get into. it’s long thankfully, longer than the dress you had on in the first place. buttoning up starting from the bottom, you take him in; studying the nervous gulp passing through his throat. 

he’s cute, handsome, and makes your heartbeat grow to a rapid speed when he licks his lips.

“Heeseung..” you repeat slowly, enjoying the way his name naturally slips off your tongue.

“oh yeah, and I’m Jake.” his friend interrupts with a sharp smile. 

that’s the first time you met Heeseung, and Jake. 

“we all know how you guys met.” Sunghoon intervenes in your storytelling. “but..”

“yeah, like why Heeseung?” Jay finishes his thought. “Jake was the one who knocked you off your feet.”

you nod, reminiscing on the rest of the evening. Heeseung continued to apologize while attempting to find the laundry room, only to find a washer filled with ice and alcohol for party goers who wandered up the stairs.

“it’s okay,” you let him know, gripping his arm and coughing to hide your surprise when his bicep flexes. “that stains set in by now.”

Heeseung clearly felt bad, taking the full blame before setting down Jake to regather himself and sober up with a cup full of water. he sighs, shifting foot to foot.

“I can buy you a new dress? I feel really bad.” 

cute. he’s so cute.

“how bad do you feel?” you ask coyly, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed to push your chest up more. strategically leaving the buttons of his top open enough to have your bra on full display.

Heeseung swallows again, fidgeting and stifling an awkward laugh. 

“is there something I can do for you right now?”

that was the moment he grabbed your attention, from stripping the shirt off his own back to following you around for the last two hours groveling because he ruined your night; you knew he was a giver.

“you know when you meet someone and you think— how can this person be real?” you ask your friends, speaking to the camera. “I don’t believe in love at first sight honestly, but the first time I met Heeseung.. I considered changing my mind.”

“that night, we lost the two of you.” Jake nods, focusing the camera on your face. “I’m assuming you fucked before the first date?”

“should we be cussing for this?” Jay asks, earning a round of ‘ohhh right’.

Jake clears his throat, turning to face you bodily from behind the camera. “you hooked up? after the party?”

“actually..” Jake zooms into your lips, capturing the way you chew on one side anxiously, panning up to your irises that shake. “we didn’t.”

Sunghoon lets out a huff, surprised much like his two friends. “weren’t you only there with a goal to get di—uh….to meet a guy for the night?”

“I was.” you confirm, rubbing your sweaty palms against your thighs. “we ended up walking to a park a few blocks away and just….talking. the next day we had our first date, at a little coffee shop.”

“and then you hooked up?” Jay questions, scribbling a few notes down.

“no..” you swallow, each of your changing mannerisms caught on film as Jake shoots the way your fingers have started to twitch, the rise and fall of your chest, and splotches rising up your throat. “he walked me home, and gave me a kiss..”

“Heeseung’s a gentleman.” Sunghoon nods with a knowing smile. 

“he is.” you say. “in fact, he didn’t kiss me on the lips until our fifth date.”

“WHAT?” Jake topples forward, ruining the footage by doing so; sitting back up to apologize and collect himself.

“where did he kiss you?” Jay wonders.

you flush, tapping the tip of your nose, then each of your cheekbones, chin and forehead. “honestly, he’s the first guy that’s never tried to get in my pants after 5 minutes of conversation.”

Sunghoon ruins the moment with a sound of disgust. “man, you two are down bad. sick.”

“stop me if this is too.. invasive, but..” Jay taps his notes. “you’ve been dating over a year now, so when did you two have sex?

“six months.” you share, folding your hands to stop the fidgeting. “I asked him to.”

the three of them splutter, sharing shocked looks with gaped open mouths. 

“d-do-do you.. not like sex?” Sunghoon asks timidly, unsure how much you’re willing to share.

“I love sex.” you say confidently, meeting eyes with Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and then the camera lense. “can we stop recording?”

Jake turns off the camera without hesitation, nodding and mumbling a quick ‘of course!’.

“is everything okay?” Jay’s mouth quirks to the side with concern, setting down his notes to speak more casually.

“yeah, I just..” blinking up with watery eyes has the three of them folding in closer to comfort you, worried in an instance that they’ve made you uncomfortable. “it’s okay, it’s okay guys, seriously.”

“hey, you can tell us anything, alright?” Jay moves closer, slinging his arm around your shoulder, gently petting up to your neck.

“yeah, fuck the assignment right now. did we push it too far with the questions?” Jake gets down into a squat to peer up at you from below, just like a puppy sensing your turmoil and rubbing its cheek on your knee.

“no no!” you’re fast to reassure them. after all they accepted you into their group without question when Heeseung started to bring you around. confirming every word of praise he spoke of you once the rest of them got to know you better. 

more than Heeseung’s girlfriend, you are also their friend.

“it’s nothing you guys said, I shouldn’t have agreed to filming this.”  

Sunghoon hums and shrugs. “we can always change our subject to something else. I don’t want to upset you more.”

“we don’t have to talk about sex either.” Jay consoles, stroking your hair away from your face. “the stuff just about what the two of you like about each other is great.”

“I just..” you falter, trailing off. meeting Jake’s curious concern, blanketing you with a sense of calm. “I love Heeseung, like.. everyday I think about how I’m going to end up marrying him; I have no doubt.”

they snort and laugh at that, nodding for you to continue.

“but there is.. something.”

it’s not easy for you to share and talk about this, opting to smile and stay silent whenever your friends make jokes that Heeseung must rail you through your shared bed nightly.

‘I saw her limping into class the other day’ one of your friends taunts, pointing an accusing finger at you. ‘knowing you, he’s probably overjoyed that you’re such a greedy cock slut.’

you only wished their jokes held some truth.

“the thing is, my boyfriend, he is really a true gentleman.” you clarify, casually admitting how much you love Heeseung. “trust me— there is not a single doubt in my mind that I am going to marry that guy. even if I have to be the one to get down on one knee and propose to him myself.”

“I think I know what it is.” Jake interferes, holding up his palms. “I know how Hee is, he’s not..”

he staggers a bit, motioning to Sunghoon at his side. “you’re super dominant you know, uh maybe even aggressive at times. Jay’s more wild, messy..”

“what the fuck dude?” his friend blurts, scoffing because he hates that it’s true.

“I mean, me too! I’m, you know— figuring myself out.”

“Heeseung’s uh,” Sunghoon joins in, catching Jake’s drift. “he’s always been more caring and nice. I get what you’re saying.”

“yeah, am I right?” Jake returns to you, smiling when you nod. “you’re too scared to ask him to be.. rougher?”

Jay cleans off the tears rolling down to your chin with the end of his sleeve, going ‘ahh that makes sense’ when you nod again.

“I’m going to text Hee to come back.” Jake picks up his phone. “this is a groundbreaking moment, and he’s my best friend. I can assure you that he’ll be more understanding than you might think. is that okay with you?”

Jay helps by soothing your spine with soft strokes, giving you a thumbs up to encourage you. “okay, you can text him.”

you know Jake’s right. your boyfriend has never shamed you or made you feel inferior; as if you have any reason to feel embarrassed, but it’s still hard for you to tell him the truth.

it’s harder when Heeseung comes back and throws his arms around you upon meeting your watery eyes. scolding his friends for disobeying his rules as you attest that they have done nothing wrong, but you have been hiding something from him.

between more tears and sobs breaking your speech, you manage to mutter something about how you don’t want to make him feel bad but you desire for an adventurous sex life; along with helpful assistance from the three men sat around to full explain your dilemma, Heeseung begins to understand the meaning behind your fear and cries.

“it’s my fault.” he sighs, drawing you closer to his chest while littering kisses down to the tip of your nose. “I should have paid better attention.”

“no no!” you protest, gripping at his waist for semblance. “I love you so much, you’ve done nothing wrong! you are incapable of doing anything wrong baby!”

“ah you guys are really sick.” Sunghoon breaks the heightened emotional grief finally, after watching the two of you attack each other with words of appreciation and pure love. “it’s so painfully cute. sex is important and all, but you will both figure it out from here.”

Heeseung meets his friend's pleased expressions, worrying his bottom lip between two fingers with concern. “what if I don’t know how to?”

“what do you mean?” Jake asks, checking on the camera set down on your makeshift living room table that’s been recording your impromptu therapy session.

“I—“ Heeseung stutters, squishing your torso tighter against his. “I don’t know how..”

“ahh..” Sunghoon waves for his friend to not finish his sentence. “got it.”

“this is going to sound really insane.” Jay laughs awkwardly, pinching and tugging at his earlobe. “we could turn the camera off, if you want to try this. just uh, between friends, you know, like old times.”

“try what?”  Heeseung fixes him with an inquisitive look, earning a shaky gulp from his friend.

“we could..” he gestures toward Sunghoon and Jake. “help?”

Sunghoon’s groomed eyebrows sky rocket at that, huffing out a timid laugh as well. “oh you are insane.”

Jake stays silent, gauging for yours and Heeseung’s reactions. 

“it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve..” Jay trails off, sitting up with a stiff smile. “..stop me if I shouldn’t say more guys.”

Jake nods, shrugging to his friends before meeting your confused gaze and continuing where Jay paused. “it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve hooked up with the same girl. before the two of you were an item, it happened a couple of times.”

“babe??” you turn toward your boyfriend, tilting your head to the side for an answer.

Heeseung starts to laugh nervously now as well. “typically it was just Jake and I, or Sunghoon, uh one time Jay.”

“at the same time?!” you blurt out, more surprised than anything.

“don’t forget Hoon’s first night at the frat.” Jake interrupts. “that was all four of us.”

“wow, you guys are whores.” it’s your turn to laugh, trying to picture your boyfriend struggling in the middle of a five-way between his friends; and the amount of times ‘oops sorry’ must have been whispered whenever their dicks accidentally brushed against each other.

“college you know..” Jake excuses their antics with a shrug. “honestly, I mean I’ve told Heeseung about this before too, but that first night we all met, I thought..”

“oh yeah, Jakey here was so disappointed when the two of you disappeared for the night.” Jay adds. “he told us he felt that threesome in his dick.”

“dude!”

“you did!”

“well! I let that go once you started dating!” Jake defends himself. 

silence falls between the group waiting for you and Heeseung to voice your thoughts. a few shared silent looks have you nodding, playing with the shell of your boyfriend’s ear until he smiles and complains that it tickles too much.

“only if you want to.” he whispers to you, tapping the tip of his nose against yours.

“I want to.”

while you have experimented enough during your first two years of university, finding yourself in bed with 4 men is certainly a situation you somehow had never managed to land yourself in before, until now.

two was an average weekend during your single days, but four had your heart racing right out of your chest. thankful for your boyfriend’s presence at the end of the bed watching you and reminding you repeatedly that this can stop whenever you feel too overwhelmed.

you’re cramped between Jay and Sunghoon with Jake sitting on his knees on the outer middle of your less than spacious bed. Heeseung stays toward the end rubbing his palms against his thighs anxiously. 

“this is a lot less awkward when you’re inebriated and feeling lonely at 2 in the morning..” Jay cracks a joke to ease how thick the air has become around the five of you.

scooting closer to your side, he taps your chin first to get you to look at him, gently perching your face in his palm before pressing in closer. “you good?”

“yeah..”

“your lips look really soft,” you can tell Jay’s nervous from the way his mouth trembles as he speaks. just barely grazing your upper lip in a back and forth motion. “they are really really soft..”

Jay’s initial worry melts away, pushing forward until your head hits a pillow. his hips dig into your side, reaching for the one of the straps of your top to trace from your shoulder to your breast. the rapid beat of your chest lifts his hand up and down, pushed under weight applied to grope and knead your covered breast.

“fuck,” Jay curses between another fierce kiss. the harshness in his touch matching the neediness delivered with his lips. he bites, sucks, nibbles and tugs on your meaty bottom lip. getting your mouth abused and swollen within minutes. seconds transform into minutes quickly lost to his rapturous tongue shoving inside of your mouth to taste every corner and crevice. “taste so sweet.”

it’s not much at first, but the whispered compliment has your waist arching up chasing after him to deepen the kiss. your whimpers are swallowed down as another hand strokes over your stomach becoming exposed with Jay’s relentless teasing to your chest. he tweaks and pinches the hardened buds poking through the material of your top, enough to make your thighs squirm and push together frantically. 

Heeseung wants to look away at first, contemplating calling off this ordeal, but the first sound of pleasure you let you makes his spine stand ramrod straight, concern twists his eyebrows together. leaning in closer to find your back rounded off the bed, thighs smashed together passing tremors down to your toes from just kissing.

rough kisses, different from the soft, slow, caress-like ones he exchanges with you daily. Jay’s kisses turn your mouth a darker shade, plump and pouty, deliciously lewd in appearance as you pass another moan.

Jake pats his shoulder to make sure everything’s good, the two sharing a nod as Sunghoon takes the motion as his queue to join and begin feeling up the first exposure of skin he spots. lapping his lips like a hungry animal as his calloused fingers brush along the smooth skin covering the lower half of your unveiled stomach.

he pushes up beneath your top, passing under Jay’s forearm to cup your other breast. a larger, weightier palm grips you with more strength. rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger as the other mauling your mouth slaps and pinches. 

Sunghoon’s excited to remove your clothes and get a good look at your chest, put his mouth to use. he works to push your tank top off more, slapping Jay’s forearm who’s still occupied with ravaging your mouth. 

what Jake said earlier starts to make sense, Jake’s a messy kisser. spit coats your chins banging together as your teeth clash. he’s good, knows how to put the muscles in his jaw to work, controlling the kiss with vacuum-like sucks on your tongue that draws up moans from the back of your throat. 

he’s so good at kissing you feverishly until your head throbs, that you nearly let Sunghoon discard you bra, biting down on Jay’s lips to stop their ministrations. you suck in long winded breaths of air, hot all over under the pairs of hands working to stimulate your nipples.

“maybe,” you glance at the camera turned off and sat on your nightstand, shifting your focus back to Heeseung, back to the camera, back to Heeseung. “you could record.. for reference?”

Jay silently whistles, impressed and continuously shocked by your forwardness. crossing his fingers behind his back to someday meet a girl that will match his experimental sexual energy.

“yeah?” Heeseung leans over to velcro the camera strap to his hand. the recognizable sound of a beep follows, slowly analyzing the curves of your body through the lense. he zooms in to where Sunghoon’s palm lays flat on your stomach, capturing the rapid rise and fall up to your glazed over eyes. 

“you look so pretty.” your boyfriend speaks quietly, low enough for only the camera to pick up; but your gaze never leaves his lips. smiling at him through the camera lense as Sunghoon finally gets your upper half bare. 

“so beautiful.” you know Heeseung is flattering you, never one to go without reminding you of what a good job you’re doing no matter what it may be.

the thrilled sighs of relief around you tickle through your stomach. Jay and Sunghoon return to their positions, each fondling one of your breasts. sharp teeth dig into the roundness, the bigger of the two working to suck up blood harshly between lapping and coating your chest in teeth marks and hickeys. 

dominant and aggressive as Jake said, Jake who stays by Heeseung’s side, watching, admiring, palming the growing bulge in his jeans. laving at saliva that gathers at the corners of his lips as he turns feral watching you take and take.

Sunghoon’s mouth works its way to your ribcage, hungrily sucking on every dry inch of skin his tongue finds. he likes to leave marks, easy to imagine how he’d wrap around your throat until you see dots. until you choke and struggle to breathe, until faded signs of his long fingers appear on your flesh. 

Sunghoon’s creeping toward the entrance of your jeans, cursing under his breath as he struggles to unbutton them and push past. catching Jay’s line of sigh with a glint passing through his iris, the other nodding and moving to help with stripping your legs free of your bottoms.

the seat of your underwear breathes against your entrance, soaked through displaying the full shape of your cunt. groans and curses circle around, the camera following a pathway up your thighs to wear your underwear sit embarrassingly wet.

“fuck fuck” Heeseung grunts to himself, focusing on Sunghoon’s thick fingers pushing your panties between your folds. cursing more when he swears that you visibly pulse through the worn down cotton fabric.

“look at that.” Sunghoon smirks, biting down on the top of your thigh. “such a pretty pussy, I knew you’d have a cute little cunt.”

he delivers a smack between your legs, cupping your core roughly, pushing the heel of his palm against your clothed clit. turning to find Heeseung’s watchful gaze with an arched brow.

“getting her all sloppy wet for you.” Sunghoon taunts him, pressing the pad of his finger along the dip running down the middle of your panties. his teasing works both ways, making your boyfriend’s jeans tighten up on his groin uncomfortably. calling your hips to chase his fingers to touch you where you need.

“like having your pretty pussy played with?” Jay patronizes, squishing your cheeks in until your lips pout out like a beak. he nods your head for you, grinning and licking at the swell of your lips. “slutty little girl letting everyone watch you with your legs spread open.” 

too many hands run over your body at once, amplifying Sunghoon’s digits prodding at your core like a complete pervert, enjoying the way your legs lock up and toes clench against the bedding. delivering another slap he rips at your underwear, tugging them down to your knees.

“Jake,” he snaps, motioning for the other to help hold your thighs apart. Jay leans closer, four sets of eyes burn between your legs, humiliating as your hole grips at nothing, pushing out a glob of fresh wetness desperately.

“holy shit..” Jake gasps, nearly choking on his spit. nodding, he scoots closer. manhandling your panties off before sneaking them into one of his pockets. “you’re so wet..”

the twitch your stomach gives has Sunghoon’s teeth burying into his bottom lip, shaking his head as he spreads your folds apart and motions for Heeseung to get a good shot. “you like that Hee? look at your precious girlfriend, so wet for us. just wants to get fucked so bad.”

“my dicks about to fall off.” Jake mutters, following Jay’s handy work. moving over to replace Sunghoon’s torment on your chest. he greets your heated face with a tender smile, sheepishly kissing down your neck. he’d never admit that he’s had a small attraction to you since the first time you met. praising himself for not fighting his friends away to taste your lips first.

“fuck Heeseung, she’s so tight around my fingers.” Sunghoon looks back and forth from his friend to where the pads of his digits teasingly dip in and out of your hole. pursing together his lips when you clench and tug around him as he seethes inside of you to his first knuckle. “so warm, wet, dripping down to my wrist; just like a good pretty slut should.”

Heeseung can’t deny the way Sunghoon’s words affect him, canting his hips up into nothing, imagining you dripping hot locked around his size. he has to bite back a growl as his friend pushes in deeper, stretching the digits inside of you for your boyfriend to get a good look at your empty hole.

“don’t you wanna fuck her? fill her up real good.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your clit. watching as Heeseung’s demure polite demeanor shatters. rolling his tongue against your bundle of nerves with a smirk dimpling his cheek. Sunghoon thrusts, setting his attention back on your trembling thighs, biting at the sensitive fleshy area in-between. 

“you’re doing so good, letting Hoon feel that tight pussy.” Jay kisses up your burning hot cheeks. nudging against your nose before hoisting your neck up to watch your body ravaged. 

Jake gazes up, lapping and sucking on your breast. Sunghoon works a pattern of marks up your thigh, collecting arousal down his forearm and he begins to jackhammer inside your cunt, and by your feet, Heeseung watches. 

your boyfriend's irises burn black, lustful, carnal, obscene in a light you’ve never seen him in. the camera moves to your face, filming the first roll of your eyes, noisy sounds of pleasure that rip from your chest. loud ragged breaths from the one recording, itching to be the one to make your spine break, to feel you convulse around his fingers like Sunghoon is.

“even your orgasms are pretty, so pretty, just like you.” Jake whispers in your ear, nodding to Sunghoon to move over. he slinks down the bed, pushing your thighs to flatten while looking over his shoulder at the camera.

the mischievous look in his eyes expresses more than words, pushing down onto his stomach as his jaw widens. stretched far to lap from your rim to your clit. 

Jake’s not one to hold back, spreading his tongue to lick stripes between your folds and collect the wetness that's begun to smear on your inner thighs. 

“so good, so god damn good. fuck.” he’s mumbling to himself, vibrating words against your core. rambling about how good you taste on his tongue, smoothly gliding up and down. dipping halfway in and out of your entrance just to make your thighs clamp around his neck.

“guys” he commands quickly, snapping his fingers for Jay and Sunghoon to keep you held open. 

“that’s it, let me eat this pretty pussy the right way.” 

the right way being with his nose digging into your clit. struggling to breathe properly as wet slick pushes inside, careless as he sucks on your labia folds. tracing your hole until you’re shouting and begging to be filled.

“please please!” your cries shoot pangs of heat straight to his groin, racing up his spine to growl and eat you out like you deserve. 

Jake laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst, drunk and high off the first taste of your arousal trickling down his throat. grabbing onto your waist, he keeps you in place with his friends help. pushing his wide long tongue as far inside of you as his jaw will allow. expertly working inside along your pulsating walls. 

the two above him praising you for taking it so good, letting them use you so well. all of it too much, especially when the tip of Jake’s nose rubs against a set of nerves that has your toes curling until you hear a crack.

your next orgasm hits you with Jake’s tongue wiggling inside, trapped between your gripping walls; almost feels painful surging you to the point of oversensitivity.

“ca-can’t!” you try to get out, throat dry and raspy after the scream Jake got out of you.

Sunghoon grips your chin, pushing the pad of his thumb against the middle of your bottom lip. “of course you can, this is what you wanted. good girls can take it all.”

Jake’s spewing curses, moving out of the way when Heeseung pushes his shoulder to make him stop. scooting away until he’s next to Jay, waiting for the others next move.

“Hee” you whine, eyes fluttering open in search of your boyfriend. still hazy and rolling from your orgasmic bliss, you reach for him releasing a needy plea. 

Heeseung’s ripping off his clothes at the first syllable of his name pouring from your lips. the camera tossed aside recklessly, nearly toppling to the floor if not for Sunghoon’s eyes bulging out and catching the device in time. the last hour made your boyfriend feel like a captured wolf, locked in a cage as meat dangled before his snout to tease him and make him drool rabidly. tormented, tortured to the point of turning feral.

even with his cock rock hard, dangling mid-air between his thighs and the subconscious voice in the back of his mind chanting for him to fuck you, reclaim what’s rightfully his; he takes his time, cupping your face in his palms to find your wanton gaze.

“my pretty baby, my pretty girl.”

Heeseung steals the gasped breath you let out next, kissing harder than Jay had. luscious lips glide between yours, tantalizing tongue rubbing languidly inside of your mouth. slipping down to grip your nape, his thumbs tease at the columns of your throat, pushing against the veins that stick out the more you struggle to breathe. the more you arch and writhe against him, calling him with your body to mark his territory.

“daddy,” you gasp between intense kisses that further abuse your raw lips. 

Heeseung can tell when you’re just messing around from the lilt in your tone. the more saccharine and woozy you sound, the more you mean it. evident that your mind has slipped beyond reality, into a pit of pleasure that’s numbed your brain from working properly as you keen and repeat his name over and over again.

“what does my pretty baby need?” he asks, husky and warm against your swollen lips. spreading your thighs apart with his knees to settle between your hips. the familiar weight of his thick length nudges against your core, making your pulse rise in speed and circle against the insurmountable heat that radiates off of him, settling a space between your folds.

“inside,” you heave, dropping your head against Jake’s knee, letting out a drawn out exhilarated moan. the tip of Heeseung’s length catches on your entrance, pushing between your center to coat himself in your fresh arousal and spit left behind.

“really think you deserve it?” he says cheekily, working his hips against yours in a methodical pace. enough to glide against your clit and make you keen desperately. whining as your breath lodges in the back of your throat.

“please baby, please.” you beg, running your palms down his chest. swiping against hardened nipples, trailing down to his trim waist. “need you, only you.”

Heeseung wishes he could make you cum like this, too close to losing his last bit of sanity himself, he dips forward, licking away two tears that escape down the side of your face. 

“anything for you, anything.” he quietly mumbles in your ear. pushing up on his palms to line up to your entrance. 

the tip of Heeseung’s dick always feels like too much at first, even after Sunghoon and Jake’s work. he’s thick, a fat girth that stretches your walls apart exactly how you love. pushing your eyes back until nothing but white shows.

his first thrust slams into you, expecting him to stay slow and steady, you’re bounced up in shock. neck gathered in his hands to watch as he fucks into you fast, the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting with each dip of his cock pushing in and out of you.

“this what you want?” he moans, pressing closer to kiss and nip at your forehead. “want it to hurt so good like this?”

“yes yes!”

you almost forget the three nearby, if not for a loud curse Jay lets out. too lost in the way your boyfriend’s dick glistens with your arousal. burying you deeper and deeper into your bed with each brutal hit of his hips landing against yours.

“my pussy” Heeseung pants, pupils blown wide with his brows knitted together from the amount of strength he uses to keep your head held up. intent to make you watch him fuck you thoroughly like no other can. “tell me who it belongs to, baby?”

“you!” you cry out brokenly, babbling idiotically. “yoursyoursyours, all yours.”

his pace turns relentless at your scrunched up face, viciously burying the entirety of his length inside of you with each thrust until you’re begging again.

“d-don’t pull out! please please don’t! f-fuckk Hee!” your cry breaks, milking his length working in against your orgasm. Heeseung buries inside of you with a slap of his hips landing against you rough enough to snap your back into the bed. arch flattened under the next three powerful thrusts he rams into you with. 

“feel so good for me, so fucking good around my cock pretty baby.” he grits, face dropped by yours. an orgasm hitting him at high speed after waiting for so long, unleashing endless warm spurt after spurt.

Heeseung’s throbbing, still hard, buried deep inside of you. cum pushes out past his size spilling down to his inner thighs. he’s hot, heavy, sticky with sweat against you, sharing staggered breaths between your hungry lips.

Sunghoon lowers the camera to record your faces, the lost dizzy looks passing through both of your expressions. “tell him what you want.”

Jay grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes faintly through your fogged up ears. “you want more right? greedy little cock slut needs to get fucked again and again.”

Heeseung nods, tracing his lips on yours in silent question. canting your hips up as an answer, cream trickles down. filthy and nasty like you’ve always wanted, mercilessly fucked and fucked again and again.

everything more intimate and close despite the live audience hanging off your every moan. your boyfriend’s dick buries in and out of you, slick and covered in your blended release. 

“love you so much” Heeseung whimpers, shoving his forehead against yours. wrinkling at the corners of his eyes as he hits that spot deep inside of your over and over again.

“baby baby” you chant incoherently, locking your ankles around his lower back to keep him in place. grinding circles into you, the tip of his length hits deep and hard, kissing your cervix with each pointed roll of his hips. “g-gonna cum, again.”

he nods, digging big hands under your thighs to fuck you deeper into the bed. whining and grunting as he slams deep inside with renewed vigor, thrusting sloppier and messier, closing in on his own high faster.

wet. hot. thick. long. mind numbing. explosive. 

thoughts leave you with a shout, straining your neck in a twist as another strong orgasm shoots out from the tips of your fingers to each follicle lining your scalp. 

Heeseung loses the last bit of strength he has, screaming through gritted teeth as he fills your cunt with release again. sinking his face into the crook of your neck to bite and suppress uncontrollable sounds of pleasure.

rounds of pained groans and whines fill your ears, drowning out the white noise that’s begun to consume your mind. it’s loud all around you as the three men watching cum into their fisted palms, grunting and moaning, unable to rip their eyes away from your middle pouring out a second load of cum.

Heeseung hovers above you, keeping one of your legs held up while painting your core with the tip of his cock to spread his release. leaving traces of himself all over, the unspoken reminder that you’re his. you belong to him.

coming down himself, he misses the anguished expressions surrounding your bodies. the looks of grimace his friends share knowing they will have to leave with soiled underwear and blue balls.

the guys silently agreed to head separate ways back to their prospective dormitories and apartments, allowing Heeseung to take care of you alone through your post-orgasmic bliss. 

the day had been emotional, long, exhausting in many ways and grueling on your body. your boyfriend did his best to clean you up and change you into a cozy pajama set before cradling you to sleep in his arms.

“Heeseung?” you croaked, throat gravelly and scratchy after all of the voluminous moans you had released.

“hmm?” still mostly asleep, your boyfriend grunts with his face half-buried in a pillow.

“baby, wake up.” you shake him by his arm. “we need to talk.”

upon hearing your serious tone, his eyes flutter open, scrunching his eyebrows together confused. “what’s up?”

“what do you mean what’s up?” you ask, stunned by his lax demeanor. “last night..”

“ohh..” propping up on his elbow, Heeseung pushes strands of hair behind your ear. “was that too much?”

“Hee.. not at all..” 

“what’s troubling you then? tell me.” one thing about your boyfriend, he knows how to speak to you in a way that always makes you feel safe. falling into a docile unthreatening tone that wraps you in comfort.

“are you upset with me?”

the only thing better than a response straight from his lips is the smile you receive. a smile that coats you in a layer of love and consoles you with peace of mind.

Heeseung wasn’t upset in the least, he only wishes you would have let him know sooner that you wanted to explore more sexually. 

“it wasn’t necessarily the perfect approach but I’m not mad.” he confirms, stroking up and down your arm. “I was more worried about you, with the camera and.. audience.”

“I liked it.” you blurt out suddenly, burying your face in his shoulder. “I think I enjoyed that more than I should have.”

“I’ll be honest, I really did too.” 

the two of you share an amused look, sitting up quickly in search of the camera to watch whatever you managed to catch on video yesterday.

Heeseung sets up the HDMI cord to play the footage on your small tv, settling behind your back with his legs draped around your hips as you both ease into a comfortable position and begin to watch.

it’s awkward at first, but the combination of heavy panting and lustful moans have you both weakened in little time. 

“do you like watching yourself?” your boyfriend whispers against your ear, sneaking a pathway down your chest to your stomach. “I liked how desperate you kept gazing into the camera, because you were only looking at me.”

Heeseung’s right, the desperation in your eyes paints the screen in front of you full of carnal desire and love. the mixture of your lips parting open as his groans reverberate through the television speakers, entering you and filling you up, has your core leaking arousal within seconds. 

“touch me..” you start to beg, rolling your neck back to nip and suck along the side of his throat, lapping at the up and down bob that follows. 

Heeseung nods, tickling his way beneath your bottoms inside of your underwear without wasting time to tease you against the outside. 

the image on your television moves as thick fingers press down and circle your clit. Heeseung’s defined forearms are shown, pushing off the bed as he gains speed, thrusting inside of you at a faster pace.

in the background Jake and Jay sit side by side with their hands buried inside of their pants fisting around their lengths dawning half pained expressions. Sunghoon angles the camera more giving a real point of view experience, showing off the bulge moving up and down inside of his pants while encouraging his friend to fuck you harder like you want.

it was euphoric enough to live through once, but watching yourself pounded into by your boyfriend with his friends having to control their own raging arousal has you grinding incessantly against the fingers working in and out of you.

“fuck, Hee,” you whimper, rolling up to match his rhythm. the frenzy around you makes your head spin, shaking as hard as the image on screen does the closer Sunghoon gets to his climax. groans boom from the tv, from your throat, against your ear between praises your boyfriend repeats through your orgasm. “doing so good for me, you’re always so good for me, aren’t you? my pretty pretty baby girl.”

“I love you, love you so much.” breathlessly you chant, turning your head to capture your boyfriend's lips in a heated kiss. footage long forgotten as you recreate the night prior alone.

the air feels stiff around the table Heeseung meets up with his friends during their breaks. consistently hanging out with each other everyday since the semester began, they typically shared warm greetings with shoulder and fist bumps, but after the other day, the aura each one of them carried felt tense; sitting down with barely nodding in each other’s directions as greeting.

“listen,” clearing his throat, Heeseung sits up straight, twisting his hands together timidly. “what happened was.. it was a lot.”

a round of murmurs from his friends sound in agreement, Sunghoon the first to look around and speak up in response.

“are you mad? are we good?”

Heeseung seems dumbfounded, waving off his surprise with a smile. “not at all! guys, I’m happy, like..”

Jake lets out a huge sigh of relief, quickly scooting closer to nuzzle up to his friend's side. “dude, I was so worried all night.”

“no no!” Heeseung throws an arm around him, tugging Jake in even closer. “it’s a good thing, I feel like she’s really comfortable now. I never thought about how much I hold back, or how much she’s been holding back to not scare me off.”

“is she okay?” Jay pipes up, dawning a skeptical expression. 

“oh she’s great.” Heeseung reassures him. “actually, we watched the video.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows shoot up, pouting curiously. “oh?”

“yeah, there is no way we can use any of that for the final, but uh,” Heeseung nods, patting Jake’s shoulder. “you all definitely could have promising careers in filming adult videos someday.”

“I’m not even going to lie,” Jay grins, shrugging. “under a pseudonym I’d totally do it, not a bad paying job.”

“who knows, maybe we’ll end up making more ‘home videos’ on accident.” Jake jokes, half-heartedly. shifting his gaze around the group with a staggered laugh.

Heeseung nods, thinking over how elated and angelic you looked falling apart under the lense; how much you enjoyed rewatching yourself taken on camera.

“maybe we will.”

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There was something he was dead set on seeing before the night was over. His hand reached for your clit, fingers sliding around your wetness in a fast rhythm and he re-entered you, still hard. You sucked in a gasp when Changbin tilted his hips and buried himself inside you roughly, his own cum leaking out around him. He was now rubbing against the spot inside you that made your eyes almost roll back. You clutched at his wrist desperately, slowing his hand over your clit but he fucked you just as hard, just as deep.

"Too much," you sighed and your grip on his wrist tightened even more. But "too much" was not your safeword.

Changbin pressed deep inside of you, hips swivelling just to make you feel him deeper and he used your thighs as leverage, driving himself into you with force.

Your mind blanked. Changbin's wide frame pinning you down, his strong hands holding you in place for him as he filled you to the brim over and over... Your eyes followed, watching his thick cock disappear inside of you until you felt your breathing halt. You gushed around him suddenly, your juices spraying out with force and he withdrew from you, moaning at the feeling of you soaking his lower half. He jerked his cock roughly between your legs as you were still cumming and in a few moments Changbin was releasing for a second time, hot spurts of his cum landing over your thighs and some streaking over your soaking pussy.

You sunk into the mattress, a boneless mass of limbs as your lungs laboured to draw enough breath into you. Changbin sat on his heels, breathing hard too as he looked at you with a fucked out smile.

One colossal heartbreak is enough to change a lot of things.

Chris wasn’t always like this. Back then, if you asked people what kind of a guy he was, they would probably respond with adjectives like warm, wholesome, dorky even. Definitely loyal. Protective.

The very same people had a hard time recognizing him after the massive hit he took to his pride. His descriptors changed into indifferent, arrogant, devil-may-care, and rootless. He had thrown himself into the arms of hedonism to seek solace and turned into a complete nomad that never visited the same woman twice. He could feel himself get more disconnected from humane emotions day by day, but it was okay. As temporary as it was, he could still find happiness. Sheer delirium induced by ecstasy at times.

He would rather chew glass than become that vulnerable again. At any cost. Fuck that shit.

The reason for him to set up camp in his local gym was initially to keep himself busy as well as his still-sizzling rage under control, and while the intense dopamine boost was indeed helpful, he also got a side benefit that he never meant to have from it.

People were throwing themselves at him. Literally. Trampling each other to be the one to end up in his bed at the end of the night. And he realized he liked the attention no matter how superficial.

No, he absolutely loved it.

He was wanted. He was desired. Excessively so. He knew he was starring in someone’s fantasies just shortly after making eye contact with them. Solely with a ‘Hey’ rendered in that low tone and the subtle gestures he made insinuating he was into you, Chris was just so infinitely charming that it was downright impossible to resist him. There were nights he didn’t even have to lift a finger. He would just lay there and let his disposable companion for the night do all the work as if he was doing them a huge favor by letting them pleasure him. They still seemed to be grateful for the opportunity even when he curtly sent them home right afterwards. No cuddling and no sleeping over. That was the rule.

It was completely a self-indulgent ego masturbation move on his part when he created an account to share thirst traps or short clips of himself indulging in solo playtime. He most certainly did not expect that people would volunteer to make sex tapes with him for the viewing pleasure of the masses. He wasn’t stupid, of course; who would fucking agree to such a thing without getting their own ass covered first? 

That was actually the first time Chris was glad he had endured sharing an apartment with an insufferable lawyer-to-be.

“Your face can’t show in the video, by the way. Sign this, and we’re good to go.”

Better safe than sorry.

Little did he know the steamy little journal he was keeping would lead to a life-changing career decision for him very very soon.

“Can you like… introduce me to some of your stars?”

“Anybody from the milf category would do.”

“Can I come watch?”

Well. Gross.

Every guy that heard you were working in the adult entertainment industry gave pretty much the same reaction as though they made a pact. 

“It’s not as hot as you think,” you would try to explain, “I don’t really get turned on to the porn we produce.”

“How the fuck is that possible?! If I worked at your office, I’d bust a nut every five minutes.”

Either people were way too delusional, or extremely touch-starved to get aroused to anything that breathed. There could simply be no other explanation for this.

“It’s just a bunch of dudes fucking some models and a lot of orgasm faking. You get pretty numb to it after a while.”

“Or maybe you’re a bit of a prude.”

A prude? You?

The reason you ended up in this business was literally because of your passion for writing erotica. At first, you treaded with a lot of caution, thinking that one job ad for an assistant producer could lead to one of those cautionary Netflix tales, but it turned out to be much better than you expected. In all honesty, how bad could it really be if your prospective colleague dropped a post scriptum that read, ‘Save me from my misery. I’m perpetually dry-heaving due to the extreme lack of plot around here’?

Those very words were penned by Han Jisung, also an assistant producer at Smash Bandicunt desperately seeking a like-minded teammate to work with him. Even the name of the company was very much telling of its employee and filmography profile, but oddly enough, Jisung couldn’t be any different. He was objectively the only person you were comfortable with, not only because he was the singular decent guy around, but also because he just got you. Both of you shared a pretty similar vision when it came to what porn should be. Or could be for that matter. 

That it didn’t have to be this trashy.

You enjoyed the perks of your job very much—a.k.a the awesome pay, flexible hours, and unexpectedly a comprehensive health insurance package. However, working with the rest of the guys at this company was like willingly moving into a frathouse despite the huge ‘Douchebags: Beware’ sign out front. You were the only woman in the production team, and the testosterone levels were so high that everyone at the office felt like they belonged to an installment of the American Pie saga. Shortly after you started, you realized you had no choice but to wrap yourself in a cocoon of jeans and oversized hoodies to blend in with the rest of the bros. You know, for some much-needed peace of mind away from the constant questioning of “So what do girls really do at sleepovers?”

It was another day in the editing room, and you and Jisung were looking at the huge screens in front of you while cleaning up some raw footage. If someone took a picture of you two at that moment and showed it to a random passerby on the street, nobody would be able to guess you were watching porn. Your eyes were that dead.

“I swear my pussy’s getting dry,” you threw the remote on the huge cream-colored desk and turned to Jisung, “Have you ever told a partner they are fucking you oh so good when they’re clearly lackluster?”

“Well, I’m not a good frame of reference since I believe in the clits over cocks supremacy,” Jisung responded without taking his eyes off the screen, “But why lie to somebody when being open will bring both of us so much more pleasure?”

“How the fuck Troy gets to be a senior producer and you don’t is beyond me,” you rolled your eyes in exasperation, “Even the dude’s name screams douche general.”

You got a notification on your phone telling you a meeting was about to start in five minutes. The company was recently acquired by a much bigger—and, well, professional—film studio, and that Monday was the day the new CEO was going to meet with the employees. The production team was given the privilege to be the first set of eyes to see him in person.

“Look at this name. Blake. Ugh,” Jisung pretended to be gagging, “If he asks to produce another line of girls-gone-wild videos, I’m rioting.”

When you reached the conference room, you exchanged greetings with the people inside in the form of silent nods. Just to be cordial, to be honest. You couldn’t give two fucks if they disappeared tomorrow since you didn’t even know half their names.

“Where’s the new boss man?” you asked Troy while sitting down, just to get an unfazed reply.

“Absent as you can see.”

Jisung shot you a knowing look and rolled his eyes so hard that you could almost hear them squeak. The room was filled with murmurs of mundane conversations until the door was swung open, promptly turning all the eyes towards that direction.

“Excuse my tardiness, please. Traffic was a bitch.”

A woman barged into the conference room and immediately headed towards the chair at the end of the long table, clicking her heels with advanced competency. She was wearing quite a sophisticated suit jacket with a stand-up collar and Prada monograms on her buttons, looking completely out of place in that room full of people wearing loose jeans, cargo shorts, and print tees. She took out her computer from her fancy briefcase and fired it up, not paying any mind to the curious eyes fixated on her.

“And who are you?” Troy finally asked, seemingly somewhat annoyed that the stranger didn’t even bother to introduce herself.

“My name is Anita Blake,” she declared with infinite amounts of nonchalance exuding from her while crossing her legs and leaning back in the swiveling chair, “I’m your new boss.”

“You’re Blake?!”

“Dibs,” Jisung murmured under his breath as the woman clad in Louboutins gave the entire room whiplash with the unexpected news.

“Why yes. Did that displease you, your highness?” she snapped her fingers to signal the man by the door to bring in a stack of paper, “Agenda for today, please.”

“Agenda?” Troy furrowed his brows almost mockingly, “We don’t do that around here, Anita.”

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” he was looking at her like he owned the place, “It’s Troy.”

“Well, Troy, it’s Ms. Blake for you, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me how to run my fucking meetings,” she replied with a warm smile, “Can you tell me about your latest project, please?”

The zero-fucks attitude as well as the bluntness of Anita was probably tickling you and Jisung the most. Finally. Your lord and savior had finally arrived.

“It’s called Workout Regimen. It’ll be a compilation of locker room stuff.”

You and Jisung heaved very deep sighs while rolling your eyes, and obviously, it didn’t go unnoticed by the douche general.

“Is there a problem here, noobs?”

“Listen, man, I know your rowdy-sports-bar type of content brings in ad revenue, but would it kill us to make something a bit more movie-like for once? Preferably something that lasts longer than five minutes?”

“Bro, our audience doesn’t even last more than five minutes. What are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about shooting actual erotic movies,” you shot daggers at his smug face with your eyes, “With a decent plot and shit, featuring people who can act. We’ve been begging for months, and quite frankly, we’re getting a little tired of hearing ‘Maybe next time’.”

The frathouse crowd roared with such deafening laughter that one would think you had just landed the most hysterical punchline in the history of jokes.

“Quite frankly, she says,” Troy wiped his tears while holding his stomach, “I guess I didn’t do a good job of letting you down easy the last time. We’re not wasting our resources on something that’s not going to bring us revenue, pretty face. Nobody’s going to spare that much budget for your precious movies. Why don’t you guys try your hand at a streaming production or something?”

The laughter still hadn’t completely died down, and when you caught a glimpse of Anita right at that moment, you noticed that she was the only one not entertained in the slightest.

“Troy?”

“Hm?”

“You’re fired,” she spoke while still looking at her computer screen, “Talk to human resources on your way out.”

The entire room froze, and the cheery mood vanished instantly with the huge metaphorical butcher’s knife she slammed on the table.

Oh, Ms. Anita Blake hadn’t come to play at all.

“Are you for real right now?”

“No, I’m serious. Learn to speak proper English. It will help you find a better job.”

Troy left the room almost in slow motion, clearly in disbelief of what just happened. You and Jisung shared the sentiment, too, but for entirely different reasons. 

Did the reign of terror finally come to an end just now? Just like that? In the blink of an eye?

“Anyone else wants to disrespect each other?” Anita looked around the room with psychopathic calmness as if she didn’t do what she just did. The only thing she was met with was, naturally, silence.

“I’m here to rebuild this studio from scratch, so of course there will be some radical changes around here. Starting from this abysmal name.”

She clicked on the remote, and a logo appeared on the gigantic TV facing the conference table.

“We’re not Bang Bros. We’re not Reality Kings. What I want is a wide spectrum of people watching our catalog and getting turned the fuck on,” she placed the remote back on the table with grace and pointed at the screen, “Anyone can tell me what this means?”

The words Petite Mort were written in a tasteful font and a purple gradient. After a brief silence, Jisung raised his hand, albeit scared shitless to make a sound.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Uh– Han Jisung, Ms. Blake.”

“You may call me Anita, Jisung.”

You were biting the inside of your cheeks not to burst out laughing at how Jisung was falling in love with her in real-time, rightfully so to be frank because who the fuck had this much charisma?

“It means little death,” he explained after clearing his throat, “It’s an innuendo for an orgasm.”

“What’s your current title?”

“I’m an assistant producer.”

“Starting today, you’re a senior producer,” Anita took some notes in her Moleskine notebook, “I love the vision you have. You’re going to create a team and bring me a project plan for a mid-length movie by next week. Sounds good?”

“Of– of course!”

For the rest of the meeting, Anita shared the new vision she had for the studio as well as the type of content she wished to produce with clear strategic goals. It definitely came as a shock to the frathouse since all of them listened to their new boss with utterly confused looks. When the meeting finished, she briefly approached Jisung before leaving the room.

“I have faith in you. Don’t let me down, okay sweetheart?”

She flashed a genuine smile and disappeared with steps as quick as the ones she walked in with. Jisung, on the other hand, turned into an absolute giggling mess, longingly sighing after her.

“She called me sweetheart again,” he bashfully scratched his nape.

“Ji, she’s our b—”

“Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with falling in love.”

Well, who were you to judge, really?

Anita’s first move as the reigning queen was to get rid of a good chunk of the performers she deemed subpar and recruit new ones. She made it crystal clear that she wanted people who could also act, and you and Jisung were entrusted with leading the process. You agreed to carry out a two-step plan: first, you were going to release an official casting call and collect reels from people. After the preliminary assessment of their portfolios, you were going to invite the shortlisted candidates for an in-person audition. That afternoon, you were finally reviewing the applications you had received, pretending to be judges at some pageant.

“This profile is pretty interesting actually,” Jisung examined one of the electronic portfolios in front of him.

“Which one?”

“Christopher Bang.”

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” you smacked your thighs while wheezing your lungs out, “Way to be subtle with that last name.”

“You’re laughing, but that’s actually his government name.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really,” he turned the computer screen towards you to show you the portion outlining personal information.

You pulled the laptop closer to see it for yourself. It was indeed true. The Australian-born performer was going by the moniker Channing ‘Chan’ Bondi, and he was one of the few applicants that had attached boudoir shots to his file. Very tasteful ones at that. Gorgeous body, impeccable expressions, serving smolder for days. After quickly going through his measurements—which quite frankly didn’t mean much to you—you clicked on a tab that led to his selected filmography hosted on a pornographic content creator platform.

Parking lot shenanigans Making her cum while she’s on the phone Controlling her lush in public Summer night scent

“Real talk, if I were him, I would call myself Australian Stallion,” you admitted while watching the first video in awe, “His body is unreal.”

“This is actually weirdly wholesome?” Jisung chuckled in surprise, “It feels like watching a random person’s sex tape. Doesn’t feel produced at all.”

“Because it’s not,” you confirmed, “That’s the appeal of the amateur content.”

Before you knew it, you made it to the last video titled ‘Summer night scent’. The scene was shot at a beach at sunset hours, and it was depicting him going down on someone.

And if this was what getting eaten out was supposed to be like, you had never had your pussy eaten before. Not by the code, at least.

“Jesus fucking christ, would you look at the way this guy goes down on her?” Jisung fanned himself and let out a loud exhale, “Like damn, I got hard just watching him eat pussy.”

This Christopher guy was a fantastic porn performer, no doubt about it. He was very comfortable with his body as well as his sexuality. There was passion in his eyes. There was lust in his voice. But much more importantly, he was quite clearly enjoying all these scenes. It wasn’t even amateur porn at this point—this guy was simply chronicling his sex life for the masses to watch, and it was arousing as fuck. 

But you needed a little more than that.

“I’m subscribing,” you pulled out your phone on a whim.

Turn on notifications?

“Oh, hell yeah.”

You and Jisung both agreed to include him on the shortlist you prepared. On the day of the auditions, you were obviously professional and paying utmost attention to every single one of these people, but deep down you knew what you were really looking forward to. The closer you got to Chris’ appointment time, the more an odd excitement was spreading throughout your body. When he finally walked through that door, your heart started beating super fast.

He looked much more attractive in person. There was this carefree aura around him. He either didn’t care about how this audition was going to go, or he was pretending not to care until he crossed the bridge.

It would be ideal if you weren’t intrigued by him this much.

“Please read the lines you see on the screen out loud,” Jisung instructed, “With feeling.”

“Aren’t you going to give me some context for these?”

The way he said it was a bit more than nonchalant. It was borderline arrogant. You unknowingly clenched your jaw and intervened.

“The first is for a girl you’re crushing hard on. The second is for a customer who walks into your pleasure chamber. Go.”

Chris turned to the lines reflected on the wall and squinted his eyes a little, seemingly trying to picture something. Then he closed his eyes completely and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, it felt like he was a completely different person. Gigantic eyes looking like he was pleading with a tinge of desperation in his voice, and for some reason, he found it apt to target you.

“One chance. It’s going to be so worth it.”

Thank goodness you had learned how to keep a poker face around here because otherwise how flustered you were would be embarrassing to witness. You took a couple of notes on the paper in front of you and gestured him to proceed to the next line. He took a few seconds to memorize the line, did the eye-squinting thing again, and aimed his words at you once more with an utterly sultry voice this time.

“I have all the time to kill. I will learn what makes you cum that hard.”

You and Jisung were both shocked at the abrupt change of his persona. The transition was seamless. You went through several more lines and then asked him to improvise for a few scenarios. By the end of it, it was obvious to you that Chris was a complete chameleon. He would be perfect for meet-cute scenes as well as dark as fuck hardcore ones. 

“Thank you. We’ll be in touch.”

He nodded with a little smirk on his lips, eyes intently on you the entire time. Right after he left, you turned to Jisung.

“I really can’t tell if he’s a really good actor or just a fucking psychopath. Who the fuck changes their personality like that on cue?”

“I so wanna watch this guy fuck someone live,” he took a look at his notes and then you, “We’re signing him, no matter what.”

“I’ll leave it to you to break him the news and draw up a contract then.”

After a thorough background and health check as well as a complete set of STD tests coming back negative, Chris finally became an official cast member of the studio. The day you finally met him in person was the day you were supposed to deliver a script to him.

“Chris, right?” you handed him the small stack of paper in your hand along with your card, “My name is Y/N. I’m your contact person if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he grabbed the card and put it in his back pocket without looking at it, “When can I get your performer roster?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your performer roster. You have one, right?”

Well, yeah you did, but he was being horrendously rude regarding his demand. As if he was asking for something well within his rights.

“Why would you need that exactly?”

“So that I can pick my partners. I don’t shoot with just anyone,” Chris informed you and crossed his arms over his chest, “You didn’t really expect me to have chemistry with every single performer, right?”

You were getting ticked off big time. Where the fuck did that entitlement come from anyway? Yes, he had received your stamp of approval, but if you knew what an ass he was, you would have certainly thought it over.

“I’m sorry, were you under the impression that this is a pleasure house?” you cocked a brow, trying your best to keep your composure, “We cast and you act. We don’t provide a menu for your liking.”

“I think you do,” Chris whipped out a copy of his contract and turned to a page to make his point, “That was my condition to sign with you.”

The fuck? 

You indeed went through that highlighted section to find a loophole, but it seemed ironclad, which meant Jisung was dead serious when he said ‘no matter what’. You heaved a deep sigh while internally cursing at Jisung and slammed the contract on his chest.

“I’m not gonna like you, am I?”

The winds of change blowing at Petite Mort were indeed a breath of fresh air, but it came at a price. All of these new performers were acting like goddamn divas, Chris being the undeclared leader of them. 

Sure, there was nothing wrong with knowing you were good at something, but did he really have to be this adamant about reminding everyone in the vicinity of that every chance he got? You were already regretting agreeing to cast him that fast. 

It was finally time for Mr. Channing fucking Bondi to put his money where his damn luscious mouth was a.k.a the day of your first shoot with him. Finally seizing the opportunity of a lifetime after paying so many people’s dues, Jisung had finally claimed the director’s chair to bring his beloved somnophilia project called ‘Insomnia’ to life, and he obviously wanted Chris as his male lead. Among the performers his excellency declared ‘he would create great synergy with’, you had deliberately paired him with Alexis Scott, a long-time cast of the studio and one of the very few that survived Anita’s chopping board, thinking she would be the one to show him his place. Not only was Alexis a huge exhibitionist herself, but she was also notorious for her massive ego that hated getting the spotlight stolen from her. It was going to be fun to spectate, to say the least.

You thought you had seen it all at this company, so when you marched into Chris’ waiting room to let him know how much time he had left, you certainly weren’t expecting him to give you a first.

“Chris, we’ll start i— The fuck are you doing?!”

“FUCKING— KNOCK FIRST MAYBE?!!” 

You saw that for only two seconds, but you saw it nevertheless. He was alone in the room and sprawled wide on the makeup chair, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning quietly with his rock-hard cock in his palm. When you suddenly barged in, he almost fell off the chair trying to cover himself in his bathrobe in panic. Under normal circumstances, you would leave to give the person some privacy, but no fucking way you were going to pass on the opportunity of witnessing the king fall from grace.

“You seriously couldn’t wait for ten more minutes, Bondi?”

“For your information, it’s called getting in the zone,” he uttered while tying the belt of his robe.

“Isn’t that counterproductive?” you questioned out of genuine curiosity, “That’s like eating chips before dinner.”

“I said I’m getting in the zone, not busting a nut. I was just edging myself,” he informed you with a complete lack of shame, “By the way, now that I have you, can you bring me some lube? Water-based only. Thanks.”

You raised your brows in slow motion, praying to every deity that you just misheard what this fucker said.

“I beg your goddamn pardon?”

“Didn’t you say to contact you if I needed anything?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t automatically translate into Treat me as your personal assistant. You don’t have to be a colossal dick about it.”

He started swiveling in his chair from side to side with his legs spread wide, an annoying smirk growing bigger on his lips.

“You begged me to sign with you.”

“First of all, I didn’t do shit; that was Jisung,” you corrected him, barely able to refrain from punching his smug face, “And secondly, maybe learn to sit the fuck down and be humble, man. We’re not shooting the second coming of Titanic here.”

You thought your words were stinging him enough to get the message across, but even if they were, maybe Chris was one of those people that enjoyed pain. Rather than collecting himself, let alone a half-assed apology for his behavior, he broke into an even wider grin and got up from his chair to invade whatever tiny personal space you had.

“You’re very hot when you’re angry, you know?”

You didn’t flinch, but you noticeably gulped nevertheless, and judging from how entertained he seemed, he fucking noticed.

“Finish your shit, Bang,” you slammed the script you were holding on his chest, “On the 15th floor set in half an hour.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Right at that moment, the door opened again, and a few styling people let themselves in. As you pulled one of them to the side to discuss wardrobe choices for the day, Alexis finally showed up.

“Hi, Chris.”

“Hey, baby girl,” Chris reciprocated the greeting without looking away from the script, “Did you douche? I’m supposed to go down on you today.”

“Duh?”

Chris watched her as she sat down for her makeup and threw the stack of paper on the table.

“I have a pleasant surprise for you today,” he got up from his chair, “See you in a bit.”

He shot a wink at you with a click of his tongue while making his way to the bathroom to shower. Barely five minutes in the same room with him, and you were already done.

“I just can’t,” you mumbled to yourself as you left the room.

You headed to the 15th floor, thinking what an absolute visionary Anita was all the while. She bought out the lease contracts of several other companies residing in this building just so she could turn their floors into set areas, and brought in some of her people from her previous studio to work their magic. When you walked into Set 15-4 that evening, you were convinced you somehow passed through a portal on the way because you were in the presence of a cozy-looking bedroom. The installation of the props, as well as the lighting, was flawless. It really looked like you were borrowing someone’s actual bedroom for a shoot that day. Jisung was in the middle of the room, positively vibrating commanding people left and right with enthusiasm.

“You’re finally where you belong, Ji,” you pressed your hand on his back with a warm smile.

“I can barely stop myself from YELLING!” he instantly contradicted himself, “Look at this set! Look at those fucking nightlights coming through the window! The atmosphere is INSANE!”

“Yes, and you made it happen!” you shook him from his shoulders in excitement, “We’re gonna have a blast today, I’m telling you.”

“Oh, fuck me, look who just walked in.”

At long last, the performers arrived at the set walking on either side of Anita. You most definitely didn’t expect her to be present, but a part of you was glad that she decided to come by to watch. Jisung, on the other hand, was on the brink of losing his shit.

“Get a grip, Ji,” you pinched him as the trio approached closer, “This is your time to shine. Prove it to her.”

“What’s up, boss junior?” Chris greeted Jisung by saluting him with two of his fingers.

“I like you, man!” Jisung slapped him on the shoulder and then turned serious, “Listen, we’ll do two scenes back to back, but I’m not cutting in the middle to preserve the natural flow. Once the fingering scene is over, you’ll immediately move on to penetration. Understood?”

Chris and Alexis nodded and headed towards the bed while Anita stayed behind.

“Break a leg,” she smiled and sat down on the chair next to the director’s, “I want to get properly hot and bothered by this scene.”

“You heard the boss. Everybody in position. It’s go time!”

You sat down to Jisung’s right with a weird buzz flaring in your gut. The set was so convincing, not to mention Chris and Alexis clad in casual shorts and t-shirts, that it almost felt like you were engaging in a mass voyeurism attempt or something.

“Action!”

The scene started with Alexis rolled to her side, peacefully sleeping, and Chris wide awake in the dark room only illuminated by streetlights with his arm over his forehead. He was taking deep breaths, closing his eyes every once in a while as if he was uncomfortable by something. He looked to his left with an endeared smile on his face, watching his on-camera girlfriend’s chest softly rising and falling. 

The smile started to fade away once he began ghosting his hands on her body, and that loving expression of moments ago was replaced with something much more titillating. He thickly gulped and turned her on her back while heavily breathing, very careful not to wake her, and started sliding her shorts down. The macro camera was capturing how Chris was basically turning into a werewolf perfectly. He gently pushed her legs apart and started going down on her.

The way Chris performed… There was nothing left from that smug bastard that got on your last nerve. He was very deliberate with the way he glided his tongue all over her, not caring one bit how sloppy it was. The cautionary moves of earlier aimed at not waking her up were long gone. He was eating pussy to satisfy a very carnal hunger and he wanted her to wake up to this. If you stumbled upon this very clip on some porn platform, you would legitimately become an instant fan going ‘Who the fuck is this wholesome dude going to town on his girl’s cunt because goddamn.’

It aroused the shit out of you. 

Your throat was getting dry, but your pussy was getting sopping wet. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, and much to your dismay, you realized that you were squeezing your legs together while watching this scene in a trance.

You could feel your head crawling with ideas already. Maybe you lived to see the day you would have a muse to write fucking porn, but it was annoying as fuck that it was Chris. 

“You okay there?” Jisung turned to you and whispered, “You’re sweating.”

“Yeah, I’m– I’m fine,” you quietly cleared your throat, “I’ll tell them to turn on the AC.”

“Chan?”

Alexis finally woke up to see her make-believe boyfriend between her legs, pleasuring her back to consciousness. Once the realization hit, she started moaning very quietly.

“Good morning, baby girl,” Chris smiled and shoved two of his fingers in his mouth to get them wet, “Don’t give me those bashful moans. Let it out. Let it out, or else I’ll make you.”

“He’s improvising,” Jisung contently smiled as he watched the whole thing on the little screen in front of him.

He started fingering her with her pussy still in his mouth, slowly changing the gear of how fervently he was fucking her.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Alexis contorted her face in pleasure with her eyes closed, “Keep– keep going.”

Chris bit his lips at her reaction, and a hint of his usual arrogance appeared on his smile again.

“It feels much better when you let loose, doesn’t it?”

He changed the angle of his wrist, indicative of him curling his fingers inside her. Once he started his ministrations, the volume of her moans got louder all of a sudden.

“You’re gonna wake up the neighbors,” he whispered in amusement.

“I don’t care. God, don’t stop!”

You focused your attention on Alexis, trying to decide whether she was faking this at all because those moans were a little too guttural to be pretend.

“Yes. Yes. YES!!!”

When she arched her back, she straight up squirted on Chris’ face. While you were initially surprised, a voice at the back of your head pulled you back to reality. You were so not impressed since this was one of the oldest tricks in the book, albeit requiring considerable pelvic floor muscle strength to hold some water inside you.

“Perfect,” Chris kissed her first and then towered over her, “Touch me.”

He guided her hand to his lower abdomen, and Alexis slowly dragged it down to his crotch.

“Get a close-up of this,” Jisung instructed the cameraperson. When you looked to your left, you witnessed that basically everybody sitting down was on the edge of their seats.

“Stop teasing!” Alexis whined, “Fuck me already.”

Chris kissed her fingers while getting rid of his shorts. He pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and promptly slid inside her, but man this could barely count as fucking. There was something just way too erotic about the way he moved.

“I’m in love with fucking you awake,” Chris groaned through an exhale, “You can take me deeper, right?”

“D-deeper,” Alexis stuttered. She literally wasn’t able to talk at all.

He took her left leg on his shoulder, giving a perfect angle of how he was basically impaling her to the camera, and threw his head back in apparent pleasure.

“Ah, this! This spot right there,” he started going faster, “I’m– I’m gonna cum. Clench harder, come on!”

When his moans reached their highest pitch, Chris lowered himself on his partner and kissed her so passionately that you almost questioned whether it was actually the kiss that made him cum. You watched his tremors slowely recede, and he eventually broke into a borderline affectionate smile, luring Alexis into another kiss.

“Cut!”

You jumped in your place when Jisung stopped the scene. The auxiliary staff rushed to bring the duo bathrobes as well as bottles of water, extra towels, and spearmint mouthwash, and one thing that caught your attention was that Alexis looked legitimately fucked out with a dumb smile on her face. The crew promptly left to prepare the next set, and after giving the performers some time to shower and unwind, you and Jisung knocked on the waiting room door to find them in the middle of styling for the next scene.

“Bra-vo, Lex, that was impressive!” Jisung applauded while approaching her, “Must have been hard trying to hold that much water inside you all this time. You doing okay?”

“Oh, that was 200% genuine just now,” she smiled while getting her makeup retouched.

“It– it was?” your eyes involuntarily widened.

“Yeah, when Chris told me he had a pleasant surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting that,” she licked her lips remembering that exact sensation again.

Your jaw almost dropped all the way to the floor when you heard that. No, it couldn’t be. There was just no way. Nuh uh.

 “I really appreciate you pairing me up with him,” she held your hands, “He lives up to his reputation big time.”

“You’re welcome,” Chris winked as he approached and promptly made Alexis giggle like a virgin. 

Was your masterplan maybe backfiring on you just a little bit?

When Anita, Jisung, and Alexis headed to the editing room for a critique of the scene, you were left alone with Chris. Minty fresh from his shower, he was wearing a black shirt and jeans this time for his next scene, and a pleasant fragrance of an oudy cologne was coming off him. He directly addressed you with his hands in his pockets.

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” you answered leisurely, which did not satisfy him at all.

“Oh, come on! You and I both know I don’t do pretty good,” he took a step closer to you, “I do great.”

“Sure, man. Whatever floats your boat.”

As you were about to leave, Chris gently turned you around from your shoulder and leaned into your face, his expression devoid of his usual smugness for the first time. He was looking right into your soul with eyes ablaze, which was enough to temporarily stun you.

“So you’re telling me if I caressed your pussy right now, it wouldn’t leave a slippery trail between my fingers?”

You were so taken aback by his words that you didn’t even know how to retort that properly. Your mind went completely blank, and Chris thought the incoherent sounds you were making were the perfect opportunity to land a fatality.

“That’s what great is,” he breathily whispered into your ear with a chuckle that sent a shudder down your spine, “And you’re very cute when you can’t talk back to me.”

He left the premises just like that, leaving you with an indescribable knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as well as a flood of questions invading your head.

Huh.

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