illumi 2.0

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you were terrible at poker.

half an hour in, you were already down to your bra and panties while the guys were still holding steady in their jeans. hyunjin’s shirt was gone, of course, and chan had peeled off his hoodie early on, but they both managed to act seemingly unbothered. meanwhile, you were practically squirming in embarrassment, crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together to keep their wandering eyes at bay.

“you’re fucking cheating,” you grumbled, tossing your cards down with a huff.

“you’re just bad at bluffing,” hyunjin teased, his gaze dragging lazily across your exposed skin as his lips curled into a sly grin.

“he’s not wrong,” chan added, taking a sip of his drink, his dimples flashing as his eyes lingered just a moment too long on the swell of your chest. “you’ve got a terrible poker face.”

you shot him a glare, but it only seemed to amuse him more.

“fine,” you muttered, rising from your seat to go grab another drink and ignoring the way hyunjin’s gaze dropped straight to your ass as soon as you turned your back.

after too many rounds, way too many shots, and not nearly enough wins to even pretend you had a chance at dignity any longer, things took a turn you hadn’t expected.

chan leaned back in his seat, fingers drumming against his thigh, looking like he was contemplating something.

“just admit it,” he said suddenly, the words cutting through the hazy warmth of the room.

you paused mid-sip of your tequila, glancing over at him with furrowed brows. “admit what?”

chan raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between you and hyunjin, his tongue pressing briefly into his cheek before he spoke.

“that you two have been hooking up.”

your heart nearly dropped into the bottom of your shot glass.

“what?” you stammered, spilling a few drops of tequila onto the floor. “i- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” the heat creeping up your cheeks made your denial much less convincing.

hyunjin wasn’t exactly subtle either. his eyes went wide, and in his usual terrible attempts at hiding literally anything, he instantly choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

chan scoffed, his suspicions only growing as he looked between the two of you, clearly entertained by your awkward, fumbling denials. “seriously? you really think you can lie to me?” he leaned forward slightly, bracing his elbows on his knees. “the sneaky looks, the weird excuses at parties when i leave the room, the way you’ve both been acting tonight… come on, i’m not an idiot.”

“must be off base on this one, man,” hyunjin murmured weakly, scratching at the back of his neck, but chan wasn’t buying it.

“am i?” chan pressed, his tone shifting— lighter, but with a cruel edge buried beneath it. “you’re not even that subtle about it. either you thought you were being sneaky enough, or you just didn’t care if i noticed. my guess is the latter.”

the smugness laced in chan’s voice sent a sharp buzz of irritation through you, snapping the last threads of your patience. you let out a loud sigh, sitting up straighter as your eyes flicked briefly to hyunjin’s before landing on chan.

“fine, okay, yes,” you admitted, shooting hyunjin a half-apologetic, half-exasperated look. “whatever- you got us. we’ve hooked up a couple of times. and?”

hyunjin groaned softly under his breath, slouching slightly, as if trying to disappear. “fuck’s sake, man,” he muttered, side-eyeing chan.

chan tilted his head like he quite literally wasn’t stirring the pot, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“because it’s none of your business,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking slightly back into the couch.

“it kinda is,” chan countered, his voice low, dangerously close to a growl. his body seemed to move closer, gaze narrowing as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “you guys are my friends, aren’t you?”

“so what?” hyunjin cut in, his hands gripping his knees as a faint flush tinted his cheeks. his tone was sharp, but the tension in his voice betrayed him. “what’s the point here? you already seem to know everything anyway.”

“the point,” chan said matter-of-factly, “is that you might as well stop sneaking around.”

hyunjin frowned, leaning forward warily. “what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

you didn’t miss the way chan’s gaze burned hotter the longer he looked at you, like he was debating just how far he could push this.

“i’m saying…” he trailed off, shifting his gaze briefly to hyunjin before turning his attention back to you, “…if you’re going to keep fucking around, why not just be honest about it? especially since…” his voice dropped further, dragging the pause just enough to make your stomach twist with nervous anticipation.

“…i want in.”

the silence that followed was crushing.

“what?” you finally breathed, the single word spilling from your lips in disbelief.

chan raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by your shock. “you heard me.”

you stared at him, mouth opening and closing, but your brain scrambled for something to say— anything to make sense of what you’d just heard.

“wow,” hyunjin muttered after another painstakingly long pause, rubbing his temples like the entire conversation was giving him a migraine. “you’re not even pretending to hold back, are you?”

“should i?” chan shot back easily, a teasing grin plastered across his face. he gestured casually towards you, as though the answer was obvious. “look at her. she’s sitting there in her fucking bra and panties, blushing like a virgin when i say anything remotely dirty. you’re telling me you’ve touched her- fucked her- and it’s just supposed to be… what? a secret? i’m supposed to sit here and act like i’m not imagining it?”

you sat there completely frozen, partly from the audacity, and partly from the way the words made heat coil low within you.

hyunjin’s groan barely masked the faint twitch in his jaw— or the way his thigh pressed harder against yours, like he was fighting an urge of his own.

“what are we supposed to do about this, then?” hyunjin asked finally, his voice tight.

chan leaned back, casually draping his arm over the couch as if he’d already won. “easy,” he said, with a low voice that rolled off his tongue smoothly.

“…you share.”

- - -

you didn’t even have time to respond.

one second, you were gaping at chan in shocked silence; the next, hyunjin’s lips were on yours— hot, desperate, and claiming.

his hands moved to your waist instantly, pulling you into his lap like you belonged there. the kiss was messy, all tongue and teeth, and the hunger behind it made you mind spin. his nails dug lightly into your hips as he guided them down against him, hardening against you with each slow grind.

“she’s not just yours,” chan muttered. his voice vibrating with possessiveness that left your thighs clenching as he moved closer.

chan’s hands gripped your thighs from behind, spreading them further apart as hyunjin kissed you harder, tilting your head back in his hands to deepen the connection. the sudden shift left you balancing precariously, thighs trembling as you braced yourself with a soft moan.

“god,” hyunjin breathed, his lips leaving yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses along your jaw and neck, his soft, silky voice dripping with praise. “you’re so fucking pretty, you know that? can’t believe i didn’t get more of you sooner.”

but there wasn’t time to reply because chan grabbed your chin, chuckling darkly at the dazed look on your face as he tilted it toward him.

“don’t hog her, hyunjin,” chan teased, his breath ghosting over your lips for just a second before he kissed you.

unlike hyunjin’s aggression, chan’s kiss was wickedly controlled, his tongue sliding past your lips as he took his time tasting you. he tasted faintly like tequila, intoxicating on their own, and every calculated movement of his mouth drove you closer to that edge of dizzying surrender.

“you thought you were so sneaky, huh?” chan murmured into your mouth, one of his hands sliding up your side to slip under the strap of your bra. fingers curling around your bare skin as he gave you a soft squeeze. “hooking up with him. sneaking around like a bad little girl.”

“you wouldn’t have lasted one night being subtle,” hyunjin laughed breathily, his hands shifting to the unclasp your bra just as chan tugged at the strap, spreading you open to their hungry stares.

“fuck,” chan groaned, his broad palm cupping one breast, his thumb brushing lazily over the peak before leaning down to suck it lightly into his mouth.

“god, your tits,” he muttered as his tongue flicked out, swirling around your swollen nipple. he grinned against your skin when you let out a broken moan, your chest arching instinctively into his mouth. “you’re gonna fall apart before we even really start, aren’t you, baby?”

“she’s so sensitive,” hyunjin murmured fondly, his tone almost admiring as his slender fingers trailed delicately down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

it wasn’t long before his hand dipped past your panties, but he only stroked teasingly at first, fingers brushing lightly over the damp lace. when he pressed a finger more firmly against your slick entrance, you gasped, your hips involuntarily jerking forward.

“oh, you like that, huh?” hyunjin grinned, curling his fingers against the soaked fabric. “you’re already so wet.” his words made you whimper softly, shaky little breaths spilling from your lips as your head tilted back against chan’s shoulder.

but, of course, chan wasn’t interested in hyunjin drawing things out.

“stop fucking around,” he snapped, leveling hyunjin with a look that sent heat straight to your core.

without waiting, chan’s hand moved in tandem with hyunjin’s, his calloused fingers hooking into your panties and tugging them down roughly.

“these are in the way,” chan said gruffly, tossing the lace to the side carelessly, and then his fingers were there— two thick digits plunging inside you without hesitation.

“fuck, chan,” you moaned, your hands gripping his thick thighs for balance as he moved his fingers rhythmically, curling them so perfectly that you were practically seeing stars.

“yeah, that’s right,” chan growled against your ear, taking incredible pride in the way your hips bucked against his hand. “you begged for this earlier, didn’t you? you didn’t even know what for, just said ‘please’ like a bratty little slut.”

hyunjin let out a soft chuckle at that, his thumb gently stroking at your trembling thigh. “don’t be mean to her,” he murmured, his fingers returning to rub slow circles around your clit.

it was too much— chan’s large, skilled fingers filling you so perfectly, his palm slapping lightly against your folds with every thrust, and hyunjin’s more delicate touch finding that sensitive bundle of nerves like it was his secret weapon.

when you tried to twist your hips to pull away and get some form of relief, chan wrapped an arm around your waist, pinning you firmly against his chest with a cocky laugh.

“where do you think you’re going, huh?” he taunted, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he drove his fingers deeper, the squelching sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room. “you’re gonna take everything we give you, baby, whether you like it or not.”

“fuck, you’re so wet for us,” hyunjin whispered in awe, clearly enthralled by the mess slicking your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “you’re so perfect, baby- so good for us, yeah?”

their hands moved in perfect sync— chan’s rough and commanding, hyunjin’s gentle and precise— driving you completely insane.

“it’s too much,” you whimpered, shaking your head as your hands gripped chan’s forearm desperately.

“you can take more,” chan growled, nipping lightly at your shoulder. “you’ll take as much as we say, baby. because you’re ours now.”

“aren’t you, sweetheart?” hyunjin asked sweetly, his lips brushing your temple.

you nodded breathlessly, barely managing the words, “yes… oh, fuck, yes.”

chan finally let you fall over that edge, your orgasm crashing down hard enough to send your thighs violently trembling. his growls of praise and hyunjin’s soft whispers were all you could hear above the blood rushing in your ears.

“she’s a mess,” chan muttered, watching the way your legs twitched, still throbbing around his fingers as he finally pulled them out with a wet, obscene noise.

“a pretty mess,” hyunjin corrected with a small smile, wiping a few stray tears from your cheeks.

you were still trying to catch your breath, slumped bonelessly against chan’s chest, when he suddenly hauled you upright with zero effort, lifting you off hyunjin’s lap and onto the couch beside him.

“don’t even think about getting comfortable,” chan said, his dimpled grin softening the sharp command just barely as he leaned close, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. “we’re not done yet, baby. not even close.”

“you think we’re just gonna stop here?” hyunjin asked, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thigh, his fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing patterns against the goosebumps there. “oh no, sweetheart… we’re having so much fun with you.”

your breath hitched, heat blooming forcefully back in your stomach despite the protest of your overstimulated body.

it wasn’t a question of whether they wanted to keep going— because the answer was crystal clear. the real question was whether you could handle it.

- - -

“please,” you whimpered, the words spilling out before you could stop yourself, barely aware of what you were even begging for as the pulsing heat low in your gut burned hotter. it didn’t matter— chan and hyunjin already knew exactly what you needed.

chan shifted behind you, pressing closer until his warmth practically consumed you whole, his hands on your hips guiding your body just enough to feel the stiff, unmistakable press of him against your ass.

“you feel that, sweetheart?” he asked as his hands slid down to squeeze your thighs, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh. “you think you can take both of us?”

the weight of his implication hovered heavy in the air, the words tangled in hazy lust before they even fully registered.

hyunjin froze, his sharp inhale audible before a low, excited moan escaped him. “in one hole?” he repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity but mixed with drunken anticipation.

your head snapped between the two of them, cheeks hot enough to burn as their gazes pinned you in place. “i don’t think—”

“no, she can,” chan cut in, his confident drawl brooking no argument. his eyes gleamed, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. “we’ll fit- it’ll be tight, but she’s soaked enough.”

hyunjin’s gaze flickered from chan to you, wide-eyed for just a moment before he swallowed hard, that disbelief melting into an eager grin as his fingers shifted to hook beneath your knee.

“fuck it,” he muttered as he guided one of your legs over his shoulder, leaving you trembling and fully at their mercy. “let’s find out.”

needless to say it was…. messy at first, awkward and clumsy as the alcohol coursing through your veins left you all fumbling to adjust. hyunjin cursed under his breath when his hips didn’t line up the way he wanted, and chan’s booming laugh only irritated him further, his teeth flashing in a grin as he teased.

“are you really struggling this much, hyune?” chan said, his tone laced with mockery that set hyunjin’s jaw tight.

“fuck off,” hyunjin shot back, though the tinge of redness in his face gave him away.

“you’re the one who insisted on going first, pretty boy,” chan reminded him smugly, shifting ever so slightly to lean in closer, his hands gripping your leg. his voice dipped, softer now, as he addressed you instead. “don’t worry, baby. he’s just warming you up for me.”

chan’s calm, commanding presence was grounding, like a reassurance you shouldn’t need— but did.

hyunjin’s frustration softened the instant he began to ease inside you, his hands tightening on your hips as he pressed forward. the stretch burned slightly, but the sensation of fullness— his girth sliding deeper— drew a loud, trembling moan from you, your nails digging into chan’s forearms in search of stability.

“oh my goddd,” you gasped, the words high-pitched and breathless as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“fuuuckk, you’re taking me so well,” hyunjin muttered, his voice trembling against the overwhelming heat of your body. his eyes clamped shut for a moment as his hips sank flush against yours, bottoming out completely.

chan’s hand slid up your thigh, his calloused palm spreading over your skin. “good,” he said flatly with a rough edge of approval, his gaze fixed on where hyunjin disappeared inside you. “now make some room for me.”

hyunjin turned sharply to glare at him, his sharp features scrunching up. “seriously? i just got in.”

“you’ll live,” chan replied with a wicked laugh, his grin spreading wider with every grumble hyunjin muttered under his breath. but then chan’s focus shifted, and you felt the entire weight of it as he positioned himself.

the blunt, thick head of chan’s cock pressed at your entrance where hyunjin already filled you, the stretch making you gasp before he even started to push in.

“shiiiit,” chan swore under his breath, and the strain in his voice told you plenty— this wasn’t easy for him either.

“mmmph,” you whimpered again as chan began to inch his way next to hyunjin, the feeling so overwhelming you weren’t even sure how to process it.

it wasn’t painful per se, but it was almost too much— your walls struggling to accommodate the both of them as all the heat pooling in your belly snapped and coiled tighter.

“so fucking tight,” chan hissed. his fingers gripped your thighs like a lifeline, breathing hard as he pushed further, the stretch forcing his groan out in a deep, rough sound.

your head fell back with a desperate cry, your body trembling as heat flared through you like an unrelenting wave. you couldn’t stop the pathetic, broken moans spilling from your lips, your hips bucking slightly with every minor movement of theirs.

“hear that?” hyunjin rasped, his hands clutching your waist tighter to keep himself steady, his lips parted as he stared down at you in awe. “she’s fucking dripping.”

“yeah? no shit,” chan growled lowly, pressing against you fully now as his hips rolled experimentally. “can feel her clenching like fucking crazy.”

hyunjin might’ve still been annoyed when it started, but the second they found their rhythm, his frustration disappeared.

everything became too much all at once. hyunjin’s shorter, rhythmic thrusts paired with chan’s slower yet forceful pace left you shaking— the perfect combination that had your body thrumming like an overstretched string.

“so fucking good,” chan groaned in your ear, his deep voice sending vibrations rippling through you.

“she’s perfect,” hyunjin panted, his fingers tracing over the flushed skin of your hips as he angled himself just enough to hit the spot that made your vision white.

“push your tits together,” chan rasped suddenly, his movements faltering just enough to show how wrecked he was. “let me see them, baby. pretty little thing…”

you scrambled to obey, your hands trembling as you pressed your breasts together, pushing them up in offering. chan groaned loudly, the sound almost guttural, as he leaned forward, skimming his slick tongue down your neck and over your chest.

“that’s it,” he muttered against your skin, his teeth grazing the swell of your breasts before pressing a kiss between them. “so goddamn perfect for us.”

“fuck- spit on ‘em,” hyunjin added breathlessly from above you, his gaze glassy with lust as it flicked between your chest and your trembling mouth.

chan paused for a moment, sitting back to tilt your chin up toward him. “you heard him, sweetheart,” he murmured, running his thumb along your lower lip.

your lips parted instinctively, and he looked impossibly pleased as your tongue darted out slightly before he let a string of spit fall into your mouth.

“good girl,” he murmured, brushing the back of his hand down your cheek before leaning back to watch as you lazily let it drip from your lips, splashing lightly between the valley of your breasts. hyunjin groaned at the sight, his hips stuttering against you.

“she looks so fucking good like this,” hyunjin panted, his grip on your waist rougher now as he lost himself in the rhythm. “god, you’re amazing, baby.”

their combined movements had you spiraling. the heat, the weight of their bodies, their filthy words— it all came crashing together as your orgasm ripped through you, drawing out a sound so high-pitched and desperate it was almost embarrassing.

you clenched so tightly around them mid-orgasm that it sent hyunjin doubling over, his groan joining chan’s growls as they fucked you through your release, their movements faltering as they reached their own.

when they finally stilled, the three of you were trembling, shaking heaps of sweat-slicked skin twisted together.

chan kissed the side of your neck, his lips pressed soft and firm against your pulse. “good girl,” he murmured, voice still breathless and low.

“you’re fucking crazy,” hyunjin muttered, swiping at his damp hair with one hand as his chest heaved.

chan laughed softly, his grin cocky as he leaned forward to murmur, “and she’s not done yet.”

you could barely breathe, but the way your stomach flipped at his words told you one thing— neither of them planned to stop anytime soon.

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you only realize you’ve been staring when chan’s eyes lower to meet yours, mischief tugging the corner of his plush mouth.

“eyes on the bar, not on me,” he murmurs, stepping closer and adjusting your hands on the metal, his touch firm and steady.

the barbell squats come next— one of those exercises you swore you’d hate— but at least he isn’t letting you get away with bad form. he positions himself behind you, big palms guiding your hips into the right stance, his fingers brushing slightly too high to just be professional.

“drop your hips a little more,” he says, dipping his head close enough that you feel his breath near your ear. “there. perfect. now give me one nice, slow rep, okay?”

you swallow hard, lowering yourself as instructed, but when you move back up, your ass accidentally brushes against him. chan doesn’t flinch or pull away, though— he shuffles even closer, hands still firmly on your hips, his low chuckle melting through the tension like butter.

“good job,” he murmurs softly, almost playfully, trying to stay casual even as his cock twitches under his sweatpants, brushing lightly against the curve of your thigh. “you’re a natural, you know that? let’s go for one more. i’ve got you, promise.”

his grip lingers when you’re finished, hands sliding up your sides only to fall back to your hips, holding you steady while you catch your breath. you’re a little too focused on wiping your brow to notice the way his eyes rake over your back, locking onto the curve of your ass in leggings that hug you a little too well. chan’s always objective with his clients, of course, but goddamn.

then, it’s on to the bench press.

you lie flat on your back while he adjusts the weights, but when he steps over you to spot, his cock is impossible to ignore. the dark gray material of his sweatpants does nothing to conceal the stiff bulge looming near your face everytime he leans forward slightly.

“doing okay down there?” he teases with a grin, intentionally flexing his arms and holding the bar in place for a moment so his hips have just enough time to shift closer.

you bite your lip, trying to focus on your breaths and the press itself, but it’s useless, not when he’s so close. when he gives you a quick break, you let out a deep sigh, staring up at him with a sheepish smile.

he grins back, wiping a fake trickle of sweat from his forehead, but his own thighs tense because fuck, you’re so tempting. your flushed face, the soft sheen of sweat glistening against your chest where your sports bra pushes your tits together just barely— it’s too much. god, you’d look so good riding him, wearing nothing but that sweaty workout gear as he bites and groans into your neck.

“that was great,” he says, still keeping his voice breezy, steady, normal, though his cock is fully, painfully hard now, the pressure almost unbearable.

“thanks,” you pant, lifting yourself upright, and chan gulps, watching as your tits bounce slightly with the motion.

he knows he should excuse himself. instead, he asks if you want cardio.

“sure,” you agree, assuming it’ll kill the tension— if only you knew.

by the time you’re on the treadmill, chan’s slipped behind you in the corner he’s cordoned off, pretending to adjust weights while your back’s turned. but he can’t resist.

his fingers twitch as they slide under the waistband of his pants, freeing his leaking, heavy cock. his eyes never leave your body as you jog, your chest bouncing with every motion and your thighs flexing in those tight leggings— his hand moves at a steady pace to match your rhythmic steps.

“good girl,” he praises softly, so quiet you can’t hear it, his palm gliding faster as he watches you, precum beading at the tip. his knees tremble as he fights to keep from groaning, his stomach tightening each time your hips shift.

it doesn’t take long before his head tilts back, fingers tightening around his cock desperately, hips stuttering as he cums hard into the soft fabric of his pants, thick and sticky as it coats his hand.

“fuck,” he whimpers to himself, chest heaving as he moves his hands quickly, trying to clean up the evidence— but the image of your bouncing tits, your glistening skin, your soft little thank-yous for his help will haunt him until your next session.

you think he’s the best trainer you’ve ever worked with.

you shoot him a look through the reflection, lips parting to protest but nothing comes out except a sharp gasp as his hand yanks at your waistband, your panties and jeans shoved down to your knees in one rough motion.

“you like pushing me, don’t you?” his tone is edged with quiet fury as he kicks your legs apart with his knee.

“you’re so full of it,” you fire back, but your voice is shaking faintly.

that small tremble doesn’t go unnoticed. his smirk sharpens, big hands gripping your hips as his dark eyes lock on yours.

“full of it?” he taunts, his fingers sliding down to brush over your slick folds teasingly. “funny how this says otherwise.”

your breath shudders, anger warring with the heat crawling up your spine as your body betrays the tension crackling between you two.

his smirk only deepens at how wet you already are, two fingers sliding through your folds, dragging your slick over your clit before pushing them inside you all at once.

you gasp, knees buckling slightly at the sudden stretch.

“look at you,” he murmurs harshly, curling his fingers deep, the wet squelch of your cunt impossible to ignore. “all wet from arguing with me. pathetic little brat.”

“fuck- seungmin,” you moan, gripping the edges of the dresser to steady yourself as he pumps his fingers rougher now, your walls tightening around him with every drag and thrust.

he glares at you in the mirror, forcing your head up with his free hand so your reflection is right there, your flushed cheeks burning under his angry, determined gaze.

“keep your eyes on it,” he demands, and the way he says it makes your legs shake uncontrollably as he curls his fingers deep against your g-spot, watching closely for every little reaction.

“the fuck do- haahh- do you think you’re—”

he pulls his fingers out before you can finish, and before you can snap at him, he’s unzipping his jeans, yanking his cock free.

your words die on your tongue, frustration turning into desperation as your head drops forward slightly.

“look at me,” he commands again, and the sharp slap lands on your ass before you can argue, making you gasp again.

you force your head up, scowling weakly at him, but your resolve is cracking— especially when his hand wraps around his cock and lines it up against your dripping folds.

“you were so fucking mouthy earlier,” he mutters, dragging his tip through your messy folds slowly, teasing you.

“you’re not—”

whatever you were about to say vanishes the second he pushes in without warning, his cock stretching you wide as it sinks into your cunt, hot and fast and so fucking deep.

“fuck, min!” you cry, your sweaty palms slipping slightly against the glass as you try to keep yourself steady.

your walls clench tight around his cock as he fills you, and he groans deep in his chest at the feeling, the sound rough and breathy.

“that shut you up quick, didn’t it?” he hisses, his fingers digging into your hips brutally as he starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward again, bottoming out with a harsh snap of his hips.

you can’t stop the slew of broken moans that falls from your lips, your body jerking forward with every hard thrust.

“too big for you, huh? thought you could take it,” he sneers.

your glare through the mirror falters again, your cunt fluttering helplessly around him as he pounds into you harder now, the wet slap of skin echoing alongside the loud squelch of your dripping cunt.

his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, dark and focused, his jaw tight as his hips crash into yours again and again, forcing your legs to shake.

“fuck,” he groans roughly, one hand releasing your hip to tangle in your hair, jerking your head back slightly. “look at yourself, baby,” he rasps in your ear. “look at the way you’re creaming on my cock.”

your blurred reflection stares back at you, glassy eyed and flushed, your lips parted as your juices froth at his base, leaking messily down your thighs and coating him in glossy strings.

“fuck, seungmin- too much—” you gasp, desperate as his cock drives relentlessly into your g-spot, your legs trembling harder.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he cuts you off, his hips snapping even harder, his hand sliding down to press over your stomach, right against the bulge of his cock stretching you.

your eyes roll back instantly, your walls spasming as his fingers press harder into the tender bump on your stomach.

“you feel that?” he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling your body back against him harder.

you nod helplessly, tears pricking your eyes now, too overwhelmed to argue anymore as his thrusts turn brutal.

“good,” he grits out. “you take it so fucking well, but you need to learn when to stop running that mouth of yours.”

the sting of his palm smacking your ass again makes you moan loudly, your cunt clenching impossibly tighter as you start to fall apart.

“seungmin, gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah, you are,” he says lowly as he keeps slamming into you mercilessly. “go ahead, baby. cream all over this cock for me. cry for me like the fucking brat you are.”

his words push you over the edge instantly, your thighs shaking wildly as your orgasm snaps through you, heat pouring through your veins as you gush all over his cock with a sharp cry of his name, your body going limp in his hold.

“fucking hell,” he groans, his rhythm faltering just briefly before his clasp on your hips fasten, dragging you back harder onto his cock as his pace turns careless and frantic.

sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he buries himself deep in you one last time, a low grunt erupting from his chest as hot, thick ropes paint your insides, his cock twitching as he fills you up completely.

but instead of pulling out, his hand grips your hair again, forcefully tugging your tear-streaked, fucked out reflection into focus.

“don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. not until you’re really sorry.”

it works. the whole casual disdain thing keeps everything simple. boundaries unblurred. no feelings, no slipping— just sex.

until you’re alone. until the door closes and he pushes you up against it, and it’s like all that mutual irritation boils over into something raw and unfiltered.

and you hate that you’re thinking about that very thing right now, awkwardly perched on your couch at midnight, scrolling through socials and trying not to think about how everyone’s group chat plans for the weekend ended hours ago, leaving you bored as hell and way too aware of who you could text to fix it.

annoyingly, your pussy always betrays you first.

- - -

you sigh and glance at his contact.

your thumbs hover over the keyboard for all of ten seconds before your libido wins out:

you: you up? [1:11 am]

his reply buzzes in near instantly, which only confirms that he’s as irritatingly predictable as you figured.

chan: thought you hated me? [1:12 am]

you: i do

you: don’t mean your dick tho [1:13 am]

chan: lol. sure. i’ll be over in 15

chan: don’t act shy when you’re begging later, yeah? [1:14 am]

your reply is flipping him off in spirit. but you don’t send it. instead, you toss your phone onto the couch and head to check your reflection.

- - -

chan doesn’t bother knocking anymore. the first time he did, you yanked open the door and told him to keep it the fuck down before a neighbor saw him. ever since, he just shoots you a text when he’s two minutes out— his way of barely complying with your demands.

so when the door creaks open and you hear the heavy sigh of his exhale and the shuffle of his sneakers slipping off, you don’t bother looking up from where you’re sitting on the armrest of the couch, legs crossed.

“took you long enough,” you say in a bored tone, your eyes scanning him briefly. his loose gray hoodie hangs a little too perfectly off his shoulders, the fabric slung low enough to expose his collarbones just slightly, and his sweats hug him dangerously low on the hips. he looks too good, and you hate him for it.

“you texted me, sweetheart,” he replies nonchalantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s not like i planned this.”

you scoff. “yeah, keep telling yourself that. pretty sure i could’ve offered to meet you in a dumpster and you still would’ve shown up.”

chan laughs at that, shaking his head as he steps closer, towering over where you’re seated. “such a brat,” he mutters, his tone carrying just a faint edge.

“big words for someone who practically just sprinted here because he wanted to fuck me so bad,” you say, standing up slowly to match his energy.

his jaw ticks slightly, a small smirk turns up the corner of his lips. “nah, you might want to double-check. you’re the one who texted me.”

your nails brush over the front of his hoodie as you lean in, mock sweet. “and you still showed up, didn’t you?”

his dark brown eyes flash. “you’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, y/n. gonna do something about it tonight?”

you laugh, shoving lightly at his chest. “gonna cry if i don’t?” you sneer.

his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can pull back, yanking you flush against him. the sudden movement makes your stomach flip, and his cocky grin only grows wider at the way you falter for all of half a second before regaining your composure.

“nah,” he hums lowly. “but you will.”

your eyes narrow at the bold claim, irritation bubbling faintly in your chest as his condescending tone makes your thighs clench.

“all talk, chris,” you snap back.

“you sure about that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pressing your wrist back gently enough to pin you against the edge of the couch, your lower back bumping against the armrest.

“yeah,” you say defiantly, even as you feel the burn of smug satisfaction sizzle beneath your skin.

his smirk tightens further.

“guess i’ll have to shut you up, then.”

- - -

you hadn’t planned to fold so fast— you always make him work for it, finding at least three more ways to drag out the inevitable just to see him get impatient.

but he’s strong. so much stronger than you’ll ever admit to him, and it’s hard to stay cocky when his hands are skimming your thighs, lifting you onto the couch with ease and forcing your legs apart with unrelenting patience.

“all this attitude, but you’re already dripping all over me,” chan teases lowly, his palm brushing roughly against the damp patch clinging to your panties. you squirm, fire licking every inch of your body as his fingers press more firmly against your core, the friction making your head spin.

“fuck off,” you snap, still stubborn despite how much your body’s trembling under his touch.

he laughs, deep and low, with this devastating rasp that makes you see red. “nah, baby. you need to be fucked,” he taunts, his thumb circling your puffy clit now, his free hand pinning your hips down to keep you from jerking away.

you bite your lip, refusing to make a sound even when molten heat shoots through you at his precision, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

but chan sees right through you.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he coos mockingly, his lips inching closer to yours. “too stubborn to beg for what you want?” his thumb presses down harder, rubbing insistently as your hips jerk into his hand.

the teasing is too much now, his cocky tone fanning the flames in your stomach until there’s no escape.

“fuck you, chris,” you finally spit out, grinding against his hand, but the words are a little breathless now and less convincing.

his lips slam into yours before you can fight back, the kiss rough and heated, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip before biting down gently and pulling back.

“fine. i’ll fuck you any way you want, baby- but keep acting like a brat, and don’t be surprised when you get treated like one,” chan growls, snapping your panties to the side to drag his cock through your soaked folds.

your breath catches, something sharp twisting through your chest as his tip glides over your clit, every nerve ending firing all at once.

“you’re fucking insufferable,” you mutter, even as you’re spreading your legs wider for him.

“you love it,” he says smugly, and you’d snap back if he didn’t suddenly drive his cock into you so roughly you choke on your own gasp of pure pleasure.

your head tilts back against the cushion, every inch of his thick cock dragging through your walls slowly, deliberately stretching you out in that way that never fails to knock the breath out of you.

“shiiiit, princess- you always feel so good,” chan groans low in his chest, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he holds them apart.

all talk, you think— or you try to think— right before he pulls out completely and slams his hips back into yours with enough force to make your body jolt, a broken moan spilling from your mouth before you can bite it back.

“what’s that? not so mouthy now, are you?” his words are sharp, teasing, filthy. you claw for some semblance of control, but it’s ripped away everytime his cock drives against your g-spot, hitting so deep it’s got you squirming and gasping just to keep up.

and by the time his hand snakes to your throat, squeezing gently just to quiet the cries spilling from your lips, he’s already got you exactly where he wants you.