Your sex life with Minho has always been quite exciting. Sex on the balcony of your hotel room, sucking him off while he’s on important phone calls, spanking you until you can’t sit down properly. So when he suggested that you try these chocolates that a friend suggested to him, you were more than interested.

Although you both were slightly more than skeptical, aphrodisiacs were not known for working very well, you decided to take them anyway. ‘Take three hours before the intended time of intercourse’ was what the box suggested. So when you both took your own heart shaped chocolate and you kissed goodbye before he left to perform his second to last concert of the tour, you both thought nothing of it.

You knew the show had ended when a blunt text came from him saying he was on his way back, unusual but you didn’t think too much about it. You instead decided to look through some of the videos that fans had posted on Twitter about the concert. You couldn’t help but feel arousal begin to stir in your stomach as you watched him dancing, his thighs flexing, tongue out, eyes you’ve seen over and over again in your bedroom. Fuck he’s beautiful.

However you did notice a common thread throughout the posts online. ‘Minho is acting really weird tonight’, ‘Lee know keeps readjusting his pants, another stylist issue again 🙄’, ‘They did the usual saying goodbye to the camera and instead of hanging around he ran off stage like someone was chasing him. So strange I hope he’s okay’. The more you read, the more worried you were getting, hoping the chocolate hadn’t given him any adverse side effects. The box did say not everyone reacts the same.

When you heard the beep of the hotel room door opening, you got up from the bed, a bathrobe tied around your lingerie clad body, now more worried about your boyfriend than you were about your arousal that was dripping into your black lace panties.

He rounded the corner, practically bumping into you, blonde hair messy like he had been running his fingers through it all night, his eyes practically black from how intense they were, and pants so tight that you could practically see his full imprint from outside his jeans.

Oh.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle when you put together all of the concerned tweets and your new found information by looking at your very pent up boyfriend.

The glare you received could kill you on the spot right then and there.

“It’s not funny. It said three hours. I was hard like thirty minutes after I left you.” he grumbled, taking off his jacket and shoes with an urgency.

You raised an eyebrow as his shirt fell into a puddle on the floor beside your feet, his hands going to his belt. “What? No leading up to it? No sweeping me off my feet?”

His jeans hit the floor and he let out a frustrated growl, his hands reaching for the belt of your bathrobe.

He pulled it from your shoulders, letting out a breathy ‘fuck’ at the sight of you in lingerie that he hadn’t seen before. Pulling you close with his hands around your waist he whispered, “You’re going to kill me.”

His rough hands held you tightly, one making its way down to squeeze your lace covered ass. You let out a squeal when your feet lifted off the ground, your back hitting the bedsheets a moment later. Pressing himself between your thighs, his arms came up to cage around your head to press a long and desperate kiss to your lips, his hips pressing into you, letting you feel him throbbing with need against you.

“Is this sweeping you off your feet enough?” he breathes out, rolling his boxer covered hips against you and letting out an uncharacteristic whine. You can’t keep your smile at bay at the sound, leaning up into him to kiss his lips. His hips roll into you again. “Jagi, if I’m not inside you in the next thirty seconds I’m going to combust, cry, or it’s going to fall off. Maybe all three.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his whining, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your hips up into him in reply. His hands began exploring with rough need, making their way down your body, squeezing your breasts through the lace on the way down. His fingers hooked in either side of your waist band, tugging your panties off your feet, his breath hitching as he gets a proper look at you. You’re soaked.

“You’re good at pretending you’re not as needy as me,” he smiles down at you, his thumb running through your wetness to rub a few circles around your clit, a moan leaving your lips. Bringing his thumb up to his plump lips, he wraps them around it as he groans at the taste of you. 

“Later.” he promises, as he pushes your thighs closer to you, opening you up to him. Pressing close, you feel his tip collect your arousal before pressing into you. Your back arching into him, a whine leaving your mouth as you felt him stretch you out, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel him keep pressing on without giving you time to adjust. Your nails raked down his biceps as he finally bottomed out.

“Fuck,” he moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally being inside you after hours of what felt like torture. He pulls his hips back slowly before pushing back in, a steady rhythm building, whimpers and groans leaving both your lips simultaneously.

You didn’t realise just how much the chocolate had affected you, feeling the heat in your stomach tightening already. Minho’s thumb meets your clit again, rubbing circles on it as his cock reaches an ungodly depth within you. You can’t help but dig your nails into his arms, “Please. Please. Fuck baby, please. I need to come.” you beg, a gasp leaving your lips at how overwhelming it felt to be close, making you wonder how intense your orgasm was going to be.

You look up at Minho’s face above yours, to be met with a smirk. His thumb pressed circles persistently on your clit, whispering a very cocky, “Come for me jagi.”

You couldn’t even take a breath to be annoyed at his tone as your orgasm ripped through you. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your climax in every part of your body, a tingling sensation coming in waves through you, your breath caught in your throat. You were hardly aware enough to even notice his hips stuttering before he emptied himself inside of you.

You couldn’t help but squirm when you felt his hips begin to grind into you again, unheard of whines and whimpers leaving his lips. He was still as hard inside you as he was when he started.

Your hips lift to meet his, the usual feeling of overstimulation had not made an appearance, the feeling of arousal flickering with every roll of his very talented hips. You let out a loud cry as the head of his hard cock hits a spot so deep inside you it has your legs clenching around his sides.

“You’re being too loud, jagi.” your boyfriend moans from above you, his thumb coming down to rub over your bottom lip as he says it. He lets out a groan from the depths of his chest when your lips wrap around it, your tongue circling the tip before you suck it gently.

It all happens very quickly. One second you’re whining about the empty feeling as he pulls out of you, the next your face is being pushed into the bedding, your hips being pulled up to meet his very well timed thrust, pushing his throbbing cock back to be within your tight walls.

“You’re a menace,” he breathes into your ear before sucking at your sweet spot just  beneath it, causing you to clench around him at the feeling. His rocking hips stilled momentarily as he straightened out his spine, his strong hands keeping your hips still before snapping into you.

His pace was brutal compared to what he had started off with, his grip sure to leave bruises to last a week, your back arching from how deep he felt in you. 

You couldn’t tell if it was the chocolate or he was just feeling on his game but it felt like you were ascending into heaven with how each thrust made you feel. His hand moved from your hip to press on your lower back, pushing you into a deeper arch. His next thrust hit your g-spot dead on, ripping a needy whine from your lips.

Your hand blindly reached back automatically, pushing at his lower stomach to slow him down, you felt so overwhelmed from how good it felt. But Minho wasn’t having it, he grabbed your hand and pushed it up your back and held it there, causing you to fall from your hand holding you up, fully at his mercy.

“You’re in the wrong fucking place if you want someone gentle, jagi.” he growled. His pace was merciless, hitting your spot with every thrust that you felt your brain turn to mush and you began to see stars in your vision.

You couldn’t even give him proper warning of your orgasm before you toppled over, your walls clamping down around his unrelenting thrusts.

“Fuck, did you just come? I know you’re sensitive but you can take it.” he grunts, letting your hand fall from your back, pressing your body into the mattress with a strong hand between your shoulder blades, his thrusts not stopping.

His cock did not stop hitting your sensitive g-spot, the overstimulated feeling was overwhelming, you couldn’t even get a word out, and yet his fingers still reached around your body to make contact with your throbbing clit.

“No no more, please. I can’t.” you whimper, your tight cunt clenching around his cock in weak protest.

“I know you have one more for me. Come on jagi, I’m not done yet.” your boyfriend moans into your ear, his body covering yours as his hips fuck his cock deep inside you.

His fingers never cease their delicious circling, his mouth pressing longing kisses to the side of your neck, his cock hitting so deep inside you that you were certain he had never hit before.

It was such a wonderful combination that you couldn’t help but feel your clit twitch in response, a weak moan making its way from your lips subconsciously. 

“There we go, you can come for me again can’t you? I want to feel this tight fucking pussy milk me as I fuck you full of my come,” he moaned into your ear.

You could feel your third orgasm build quickly off the last two, a series of whimpers leaving your lips as his thrusts slammed into you now.

All it took to push you over the edge was a strained, “Come jagi,” into your neck.

Your walls fluttered around his cock as you felt him spill himself into you for the second time that night, his teeth biting down into your shoulder as he did, sending a second wave of your climax through your body.

You don’t move. Can’t move really. Minho’s body still on top of yours, your breaths unable to settle, your chests heaving. He barely has the energy to turn the both of you to your sides, throwing his arm around your middle before pressing a kiss to your temple.

He fell into a doze with you still on his hard cock, and his phone on silent in his discarded jeans on the floor with 20 missed calls from management and Chan.

~

The rest of the boys were gathered in Chan’s hotel room. An impromptu movie night which had quickly turned into a betting session when Changbin asked, “Okay but what does everyone think was up with Minho tonight?”

The guesses had ranged anywhere from, ‘Eaten something dicey’ (Felix), to ‘Just in a bad mood’ (Seungmin), and ‘His girlfriend riled him up before he left’ (Hyunjin). The latter was met with disbelief and laughter.

Chan had tried to call him, and then you to ask if you had wanted to watch the movie, as well as he was trying to make sure you were both okay. All of which had gone unanswered.

It wasn’t until an hour into the movie that they received a knock on the door, a manager on the other side. “Do you know where Minho is?”

“In his room?” Chan answered, letting the manager come to sit on the couch with the other boys.

He lets out a sigh as he puts his head in his hands, “Well I’m not going to be the one to go interrupt him. Someone else can be put on that duty.” he mutters to himself.

“Wait what’s happening?” Felix asked, now worried about his band mate.

The manager winces as he answered, “Reception called. The room next to his has filed some very strongly worded noise complaints.”

Groans are heard from every boy except one. Hyunjin.