yeka .

“okay, you ready?”

a few weeks and dates and livestreams and some more dates had led to this - your first livestream together. you’re sitting on minho’s lap, your back pressed against his chest and his cock pressing against your ass, both of you completely naked and ready to start.

you nod your head, trying to appear calm, but you can feel your pulse hammering inside your chest. minho kisses the curve of your shoulder and then leans to tap the button on the screen, finally starting the livestream. the camera only catches your bodies from your necks down, filling the frame with your breasts, your stomach and the sight of your thighs on top of his thick ones. 

as soon as you’re on, the chat explodes.

user69: holy shit it’s them

aussielord: fuck this is gonna be insane

cumslut: i knew those rumours of them being together were true

the donations start rolling in before either of you even moves and the number of viewers climbs fast. 

“looks like everyone’s been waiting for this, huh?”, minho says, “well, the good news is that we’re about to give you exactly what you want”

his hand starts moving then, his fingers going from the base of your throat down between your breasts, pausing there to brush each nipple until they are so hard it almost hurts you. he continues moving his hand lower before it settles at your waist, his touch possessive but guiding at the same time.

he moves his hand between your thighs and then spreads his legs a bit beneath you, forcing yours apart with the help of his hand, until each of your knees hooks over his thighs. your cunt opens completely to the camera, your slick folds glistening and your clit already swollen and begging to be touched.

dirtypup: fuck look how wet she is already

maknaeontop: spread her legs more

edgequeen: i wanna be her pls

“see how they’re watching you? how they can tell you’re dripping for me?”, minho says as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his fingers moving to trace your lower lips without pushing inside yet, “they’ve been dying to see your pussy up close again. and now it’s here, spread open on my lap”

you move instinctively, your hips rolling to chase his touch, your ass grinding back against his cock and he groans softly.

“i- i-”, you say as a moan escapes your lips.

“shhh, no, no. easy there”, he says, his voice dropping into that commanding tone he uses during his livestreams, “i decide when you get more, kitten”

he moves two of his fingers and finally parts your folds, circling your entrance before he sinks both of his fingers inside you. he starts curling them inside you as his thumb focuses on your clit, circling it with his thrusts. 

“that’s it”, he says against your ear but loud enough for the stream, “take my fingers like the good girl you are. let everyone see how tight you are, how you’re soaking my hand”

your head falls back against his shoulders and your hips start moving again, rocking down onto his fingers. the camera shows everything - the way your cunt stretches around his fingers, how your juices coat his skin, how you’re dripping down onto his thighs, how your clit is throbbing visibly under his thumb.

“i- m-more… i need more”, you manage to say, your voice breaking with another moan.

quokkjone: the princess wants more, add another finger

minho hums and then obliges without hesitation, adding another finger inside you, the stretch burning you but your cunt clenching so hard around it you’re sure you’re gonna come any minute now. 

“o-oh, god, i-i need more”, you say, your hips never stopping, chasing the friction, anything he would give you.

“fuck, listen to that”, he says, his voice rough with desire, “so wet for me. i’m sure you can all hear the sounds her pussy is making while i fuck her with my fingers”, he says to the people watching you, and you’re so lost in your own pleasure you almost don’t hear him.

your thighs tremble over his and your orgasm starts growing faster and faster. your hands move to his thighs for leverage as you try to ride his fingers more. his free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand continues working between your legs. 

“you’re close already, aren’t you, kitten?”, he asks you now, his voice low and knowing, “i can feel you squeezing my fingers. you’re gonna soak my hand, aren’t you?”

you nod frantically, too lost in everything he’s doing to form words. your walls keep clenching around his fingers, your orgasm building, about to break, but then, he stops. his fingers still completely inside you, buried to the knuckles but not moving anymore. your desperate whines fill your room, your hips bucking uselessly in a helpless attempt against his frozen hand.

“no, p-please, no. why? what did-”, you say, turning your head towards him but he kisses you quickly, making you stop, his tongue sliding past your lips to swallow every broken sound you make.

“shh, no, not yet, kitten”, he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and firm against your lips, “you don’t come until i say so”

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, dragging them out of you. your thighs tremble over his as he shifts beneath you, his hands gripping your waist and turning you around on his lap until your back faces the camera, your ass and the mess between your legs fully exposed to the people watching you now.

you press your breasts against his chest and now his cock is between your bodies, its tip glistening with precum and fully on display for the viewers. minho’s hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he leans in to speak against your ear again.

“didn’t you say you wanted to ride and soak my thighs? come on, kitten, do it now”

his words send another rush of heat through you, and you feel yourself dripping again. you shift forward obediently, you’re sure you would do anything he told you to do at this point. you straddle one of his thick and muscled thighs and then lower yourself until your dripping cunt meets his skin.

“f-fuck”, you gasp, throbbing your head back at the contact.

your folds part around the muscle there and your clit drags along his leg as you begin to rock your hips. each grind leaves a shiny trail of your arousal smeared across his thigh, the wet sounds growing louder with every pass. your breasts press against his chest, your nipples brushing against his skin with every movement. 

minho’s cock stands rigid between you, twitching visibly on camera as you ride his thigh. your hand reaches down to wrap around it, your fingers curling around the tip, but his hand catches your wrist before you can do anything else. 

“no”, he says, “i’ll do that. you focus on making a mess on my leg”

he lets your wrist go and wraps his own hand around his cock, beginning to stroke from base to tip, matching the rhythm of your grinding and every time his fist slides upwards, his precum wells at the tip and drips down over his knuckles. 

midnightwolf: fuck look at her grinding on him

maknaeontop: his thigh is soaked already

princessonline: stroke it slower, let her watch

artprince69: she’s dripping everywhere, i’m gonna come from watching this

minho’s free hand moves to your ass, encouraging you to press down harder. your clit drags over the firm muscle again and again, each pass sending sparks racing up your spine. you moan louder now, the sound mixing with the wet slide of your cunt against his skin and the sound of his hand working his cock. 

“listen how wet you are”, he says, his lips brushing your temple, “they can see every drop you’re leaving on me. keep going, just like that, kitten. show them how needy that pretty pussy is”

you answer with another moan, your hips moving faster, grinding down and making your clit throb. your hands move to his shoulders as you ride his thigh with desperation now. minho’s strokes on his cock grow firmer now and every few strokes he pauses at the tip, his thumb swiping over to spread the precum before sliding back down. 

“this feels s-so good”, you say and then you lean to kiss him, your mouths meeting as your hips never stop moving.

strongspear: fuck they’re so hot together

edgequeen: she’s about to come on his thigh

minho breaks the kiss only to press his forehead to yours, his breathing hard just like yours.

“i can feel you getting close”, he says.

you nod your head frantically, your hips stuttering as you chase the edge, your orgasm building fast again but then, his hand leaves his cock to grip your hip, stopping your movements completely.

“but not yet”, he says again, “i told you you don’t get to come until i say so”

another broken whine slips from your throat, your walls clenching and fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs from your denied release and fresh arousal drips down his thighs. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you off his lap with ease. he moves your bodies sideways on the bed so the camera can catch everything from your necks down to your feet, your naked bodies fully visible, every curve and movement on display.

you’re on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, and then minho climbs over you, settling between your spread legs. he leans down to kiss you, but the moment your lips part for him, he pulls back just enough to tease you, hovering so close you can feel his breath. you chase his mouth, lifting your head, but he pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.

“stay there”, he says, his voice firmer now.

his hands move to your knees, gripping and spreading you wider until your thighs are stretched open, your dripping pussy completely soaking the sheets under you. he leans in again, this time letting the kiss land. his lips move against yours, hard and deep, while his hips shift forward. his cock nudges against your entrance, pressing slowly inside as his tongue slides against yours until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. 

cumslut: the’re actually fucking on cam

user69: holy fuck look at that it’s so hot

minho groans into your mouth, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward again, setting a steady and deep rhythm. each stroke drags his cock along your sensitive walls, already overstimulated from your previous denials. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper as your moans spill out between kisses.

“fuck, y-you’re so tight”, he breathes against your lips, “taking me so well, kitten”

you moan louder, your hips lifting to meet each thrust, “i-it feels so good… don’t stop, p-please”

his pace quickens, your hips snapping harder against each other as the camera captures every single detail - the way his cock disappears inside you, how your cunt clings to him, how your breasts bounce with each thrush, his hand sliding between your bodies and finding your clit, making your back arch.

“listen how wet you are, soaking my cock while everyone watches us”, he growls, thrusting deeper even though you didn’t know that was possible, “you love this, don’t you, kitten?”

“y-yes, fuck, yes-”, you gasp, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm grows again.

aussielord: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen

maknaeontop: look how she’s taking him fuck

minho’s thrusts grow rougher, his thumb moving faster on your clit now.

“come for me, kitten”, he says, his voice strained, “come on my cock while they watch us”

his words send you over and your orgasm crashes through you hard as you squeeze his cock, your whole body shaking. minho groans loudly and then he breaks too, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

you both collapse together, both of you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat. minho stays buried inside you for a bit before he pulls out, a mix of your releases dripping from your pussy onto the sheets. 

“it was our pleasure. we’ll see you very soon, you freaks”, minho says as he reaches over and ends the livestream, the screen going dark.

he turns back to you, his mouth capturing yours again, his lips hungry and needy against yours. you moan against them, your hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer to you, as you bite his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth.

“and you…”, he says, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips, “don’t think i’m done with you”, he says before he kisses you again, “you’re going to do that again on my other thigh…”, he says and you feel yourself getting wet again, the idea making you moan against his lips once more, “like the good kitten you are for me”

and with that you know that even though the livestream is done, the night is far from over.

a/n: the live: unfiltered series is finally here!! i'm so excited for you all to read them and what a way to start!! you all loved our cam!minho so he had to come back to kick this off hip hip 🥳 next up we have (in the words of han jisung) our very own big boy changbin so you better get ready for that 🙂‍↕️

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“you’re cheating”

you roll your eyes, tightening your grip around the barbell resting across your shoulders. the metal feels cold against the back of your neck and the plates are so heavy that they make your legs tremble after the fourth set.

“i’m not cheating”, you say.

“then your form sucks”, changbin says as he lets out a scoff behind you. 

“it only sucks because you’re distracting me”

he grins and there it is, that stupid grin. the one that makes his eyes disappear and the corner of his mouth tilt up just a little more on one side.

“excuses”, he says.

“you know what? fine, i don’t need your help”

he snorts, “you say that every time”

you hate that he’s right, mostly because…well, because he’s always right. you roll your eyes again and take a breath before you squat again, your knees wobbling.

“uh-”, he starts, his hands settling lightly at your waist, “nope”

“i’ve got it”

“you absolutely don’t”, he says.

changbin stands so close to you that you can feel his body heat through your t-shirt. his hands don’t grip your body too hard, they just guide you, one hovering near your side and the other lightly pressing your lower back now.

“chest up”, he says.

“it is up”

“no, it isn’t”

“yes it is!”

“y/n, you look like a shrimp”

you nearly choke, “what did you just call me?”

you push back up to standing and whip around to glare at him, but he just bursts out laughing, the sound bouncing off the mostly empty gym. it’s late, almost eleven, your favourite time to come - no crowds, no waiting for machines, no people filming themselves in front of mirrors, it’s just you and the music playing quietly through the speakers as changbin acts like your personal trainer despite insisting he isn’t.

“i hate you”, you tell him. 

he pretends to be offended, gasping as he put his hand on his chest, “that’s so mean”

“mean and true”

“yeah, whatever”, he says, laughing now, which makes you laugh in return.

you’ve known each other for almost a year, ever since you started coming to the gym, absolutely terrified and having no clue of what to do here. you had spent ten minutes pretending to understand a machine as he watched you from afar before he gave up and came to your rescue, and the rest is history as they say.

over the next few days, you found out he was the owner of the gym, well, him and his friend bang chan, the other guy who was always there and would help you whenever changbin wasn’t working. you’ve been coming to the gym almost daily for a year, and here you are now, still getting bullied by changbin whenever you don’t do something right.

“again”, changbin says.

you groan, “I’m dead”

“nope”

“changbin-”

“no”

“my legs are going to fall”

he folds his arms, “no, they’re not”

you glare at him, “you’re evil”

“get lower”

“i hate you”, you say again.

“get lower”

you sigh and then do it, and it takes everything in you not to collapse there and then.

“okay”, changbin finally nods, “that’s enough”

“oh thank god”

he laughs and then you hand the bar back to him. your legs feel like jelly so you shuffle towards the bench nearby and almost flop onto it.

“that’s it, i’m never doing this again. i’m too old for this”, you say, trying to catch your breath again.

“you’re ridiculous”, he says, laughing at you.

“this is your fault”, you say, pointing at him.

“how is it my fault?”, he says.

“you make me do this”

“you come here voluntarily”

you open your mouth and then close it.

damn him.

he smirks, “thought so”

you groan and tip your head back, the ceiling lights blurring slightly above you. you’re sweaty and exhausted, you just wanna go home and relax, eat something while you-

“i’m leaving!”

you sit up and look at chan who is standing near the entrance with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

“you two don’t stay too late”, he says.

“drive safe, chan”, changbin says. 

“you too”, he says and then looks at you, “and don’t let him bully you, y/n!”

you sigh, “too late for that”

“hey!”, changbin protests.

chan grins and then disappears out the door, letting the silence settle over the gym. you look around - the treadmills are off, the stretching area is empty, there’s no chatter or weights clanking, there’s no music either now.

it’s just you and changbin.

“go home, y/n”, you hear him say suddenly. 

“i’ll help you clean up”, you say as you stand up.

“it’s fine, you don’t have to do it”, he says, laughing softly.

“let me help you, please”

he shakes his head, the hair at his forehead bouncing slightly, “no, go home, it’s late”

he walks away and starts stacking weights. you follow him and then you hear him sigh, but you hand him plates anyway, and then he sighs again, louder this time. you grin and then he turns to look at you and points towards the door.

“out”

“no”

“out”

“you can’t kick me out”, you say as you cross your arms.

“yes i can, i’m the owner”, he says, mirroring your actions and crossing his arms too.

a staring contest begins then, but you lose after four seconds, because you're weak like that.

“okay, fine, i’m leaving”

“thank you”, he says, grinning at you. 

you make a face at him and then he laughs. you feel your cheeks turning red because you love that sound, and you hate that you love that sound. you grab your bag and start walking towards the door before you embarrass yourself any further.

“okay”, you say, “i’m leaving”, you say again.

“good”

“you’re so rude”, you say laughing.

“you’ll survive”, he says laughing too.

you stop by the door and turn to look at changbin, who is standing in the middle of the gym with his hands on his hips, watching you, waiting until you leave - he always does that and it makes your chest feel warm.

“see you tomorrow?”, you ask, like you don’t already know the answer.

he smiles at you, “of course”

you smile too, “good night, binnie”

he wrinkles his nose at the nickname and you grin wider.

“good night, y/n”

as soon as you entered your apartment, you went straight to the bathroom, desperate for a shower and then once you were done, you ate some leftovers while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. now it’s past midnight and you are lying on your bed with your hands folded over your stomach as you stare at the ceiling, wide awake. 

you turn onto your side, then onto your back again, then onto your other side and then you groan into your pillow. you reach for your phone and open instagram then close it and open tiktok instead, but nothing catches your attention. you think about reading or watching a movie, but even those ideas seem boring at the moment too.

but then, you remember something your friend told you once, just over a month ago, during one dinner with too many beers.

“i’m serious”, she said as she leant over the table with flushed cheeks and a mischievous grin.

“oh my god, you watch random guys… what, jerking off online?”, you said, laughing as she rolled her eyes.

“you make it sound like i’m some kind of perv or something”, she said, leaning closer to hit you playfully, “i just do it from time to time, just, you know… when i’m stressed and i need to relax or something”

you nearly choked on your drink, “oh my god”

she only laughed harder and then took your phone, writing a website on your notes.

“one day you’ll thank me”, she said.

you had forgotten about it, until now. you open your notes and find the website she had written there. you look at it, biting your lip as you wonder whether you should do it or not. it’s not like anyone will know… right? 

you feel your cheeks warm but then, you search the website, the page loading as you lie on your bed looking at your phone. 

“oh my god”, you whisper, to no one in particular. 

there are so many people, rows and rows of thumbnails, some more professional than others, others clearly filmed in their bedrooms with their phones and that’s it. you feel like an intruder and you almost close the page but then, curiosity wins and you click one. 

the boy starts the video stroking his cock, right to it, and you panic and shut the video immediately. you click another one and then another, and you do the same thing with four or five more videos.

“this is stupid”, you say.

you turn onto your back again and sigh, then you stare at the screen again, your eyes catching a tab at the top.

LIVE. 

okay, maybe this is more fun. you press it and then page refreshes, lots of livestreams appearing then. you blink and start scrolling, the thumbnails blurring together and not one of them really catching your eye. you continue scrolling for a couple of minutes, not paying much attention, and you’re close to giving up when you stop, your thumb freezing over one of the livestreams.

he seems familiar. 

you can’t see the boy properly, but something about his posture, something about the clothes he’s wearing makes you stop, you’re sure you’ve seen him before. you look at the username but it doesn’t ring a bell. you open his livestream, trying to get a better look, see if you can recognise him and when you see him, the world stops. 

it’s changbin. 

the same changbin you were with just a couple of hours ago.

now he’s sitting there, smiling and talking as loads of comments and donations fill his livestream.

you lie on your bed, looking at him, you don’t even breath, you can’t. there has to be an explanation, this can’t be your changbin - not that the changbin you know is yours anyway but this can’t be that guy - it must be someone that really looks like him, or maybe he has a brother or a cousin that looks a lot like him, maybe he-

he laughs then and the sound shoots straight through you. you know that laugh, you could recognise it anywhere.

it is changbin.

“no fucking way”, you say as you keep looking at him, for some reason it’s impossible for you to take your eyes off him. 

you keep looking at your phone, your heart beating so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. changbin leans back in his chair, one of his ankles resting on the opposite knee, looking completely at ease with what’s going on, which makes you wonder how many times he’s done this.

cumslut: fuck yes finally

edgequeen: been waiting all day for this

princessonline: you look so good tonight i might just come from seeing you 

changbin looks at his screen as he reads the message with a lazy smirk, his tongue pressing against his cheek before he laughs.

“everyone’s eager tonight, huh?”, his voice is low, a little raspy, a tone you had never heard, “you guys must be really worked up. what? did you miss me that much?”

he laughs again, the sound vibrating through your phone speaker and straight between your legs, your thighs pressing together on instinct. 

user69: take everything off now

edgequeen: stroke your dick for us

“alright, alright”, he says, dragging the word out like he’s doing all of you a favor, “since you’re all so fucking desperate tonight…”

he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and takes it off, the fabric catching on his pecs before it comes free, revealing the smooth and thick muscle there and the sharp cut of his abs. he tosses the t-shirt aside and leans back again, letting everyone see his body.

you gasp out loud in your bedroom, your eyes tracing every line of him. heat floods between your legs, so fast it makes you dizzy. you’re soaked already and he hasn’t even touched himself yet, and you know you shouldn’t be watching this either. 

user69: i’m so wet for you

princessonline: more more

cumslut: fuck you’re so hot 

changbin’s eyes flick over the chat, clearly enjoying the attention, “this is what you all wanted, isn’t it?”, he says as he runs his hands down his chest, his thumbs brushing his nipples before sliding lower, “you’re all such greedy little freaks. i love it” 

his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips just enough to shove them down in one go, stopping right below his balls so his cock springs free. it’s thick, already hard and shiny with precum. it rests against his lower abs for a second before he wraps one of his hands around the base and gives it a slow stroke.

you don’t even think, your hand dives straight under the waistband of your shorts and panties and your fingers find your clit instantly, rubbing it as you match the rhythm of his hand on your screen.

he reaches for a bottle of lube and then squirts a generous amount into his palm. he wraps his hand around his cock again and starts stroking properly, twisting his wrist on every stroke, the lube making everything easier.

“fuck, that feels good”, he groans, his eyes half lidded as he looks straight into the camera, “you guys are really making me work for it tonight. keep those comments coming and maybe i’ll give you a show”

edgequeen: faster please

princessonline: stroke that cock for us

cumslut: edge us

he speeds up a little and his thighs tense, the precum leaking more now, mixing with the lube and dripping down his cock onto his balls. you’re panting now, one finger sliding through your soaked folds before you push it inside. you imagine it’s his finger instead, stretching you open. then, you enter another finger and you imagine it’s his cock now. your thumb moves to your clit while your other hand grips your phone so hard your knuckles ache. 

“all of you here… watching me jerk off… you’re such filthy people, i bet half of you are touching yourselves right now, aren’t you?”, he says as he squeezes his cock harder, “go on then, watch me while you fuck yourselves”

your fingers move faster and your hips roll up to meet your hand. every time changbin moans or speaks, another rush of slick coats your fingers and a new moan escapes your lips. 

he’s getting close, you can tell by the way his abs tighten and his strokes become shorter, more urgent. his free hand moves to grip the armrest of the chair, the veins standing out along his forearm.

“shit… i’m g-gonna come”, he says, his voice strained, “you want it? wanna watch me make a mess?”

edgequeen: yes yes

cumslut: make a mess on my pls

user69: i wanna suck your cock

changbin’s head tips back against the chair and then with a loud and broken groan, he starts to come, his cum shooting across his abs and chest. he keeps stroking through it until his cock twitches and softens slightly in his grip, his cum dripping down his torso in shiny streaks. 

the sight pushes you over the edge, your own climax taking hold of you as your thighs shake and your back arches off your bed. you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud but a broken whimper still escapes you.

changbin catches his breath, his chest heaving, and then he looks back at the camera with that same cocky smile.

“fuck… that was good. thanks for being here, you little freaks. i’ll do this again soon if you keep being so… generous”, he says as he wipes some of the cum off his chest with his fingers and then licks them clean, before he leans closer to the screen, “good night everyone”, he says, still grinning, and ends the livestream.

your screen goes black and you continue lying there, with your phone still clutched in your hand and your other hand still between your legs. your thighs are trembling and your panties and shorts are soaked through, and you’re sure even the sheets are wet.

you can’t believe you just came to changbin - your changbin - jerking off live for hundreds of strangers and you don’t know how you’re going to pretend that nothing has happened. 

the next evening, you stand outside the gym and contemplate changing to a completely different one. you’re scared to face changbin today, not because of him, but because of you and how you may react, because if you had to be honest with yourself, you don’t trust yourself one bit. it was one thing to have a crush on him, but it’s something completely different to have watched him stroke his cock during a livestream while your fingers were buried inside you.

you pull your sleeves over your hands and take a deep breath. you can do this, nothing has happened, you saw nothing, you did nothing, you definitely didn’t watch him as you-

“no”, you say to yourself, shaking your head.

you’re going to act normal, that’s what you tell yourself, so you push the door open and enter the gym and as soon as you do-

“hey!”

your soul leaves your body and you whip your head up - changbin is behind the front desk, already smiling at you, like he always does. you feel your cheeks warm and immediately guilt fills you, because even though his livestream was public, you feel like you invaded something private, like you peeked behind a curtain you were never supposed to see 

you don’t respond and he tilts his head, “you okay?”

“yeah”, you say, too fast and too loud, even for him, “i mean- yeah, i’m o-okay”

thank god you were gonna act normal today, apparently your brain resigned the second you saw him.

he narrows his eyes, “you sure?”

you don’t trust your voice so you just nod your head and he watches you for a moment longer before he shrugs.

“okay”

that’s it, no suspicion or weird looks, no sign that his life imploded overnight, even though yours absolutely did.

you hurry towards the locker room before you say something stupid or do something embarrassing… again. and when you leave the locker room, you avoid him for the first fifteen minutes, hoping it’s not too obvious, but it is, at least for him. 

you stretch longer than usual, spend extra time on cardio, look at yourself in the mirror whenever he passes by, but still, you can feel him moving around the gym, he’s everywhere - you can see him talking with other people, spotting someone on bench press, talking with chan about protein powder, cleaning some of the machines so he doesn’t have to do it later. 

and even though he’s acting completely normal, this makes it so much worse for you because when you hear him laughing, all your hear is his laugh last night when he was teasing you - on camera that is - and when you see him wiping sweat from his forehead, all you see is him stroking his cock with his precum and the lube. 

you nearly trip over your own feet at the thought and he looks at you, his eyebrows raised.

focus, y/n.

you are here to work out, so you grab some dumbbells and start your set - one, two, three, four, easy. you can do this. five, six-

“your elbow’s too high”

you jump, not having heard him getting close to you.

“oh my god”, you say as you turn around to look at him, “you scared me!”

“i didn’t do anything”, he says, raising his hands and laughing at your reaction.

“i didn’t hear you”, you say laughing nervously.

changbin keeps looking at you, like he can tell there’s something you’re not telling him, but you just avoid eye contact again. 

he steps closer to you, “you sure you’re okay?”

yes.

no.

not even close.

but you nod your head, “yeah, i’m good”

you look at him and that’s a big mistake, because all you can see is his smirk and his hands stroking his cock, those same hands you wished were on your body instead, that cock you wished-

“... okay”, he says, and then walks away, obviously not believing you but deciding not to push you any further right now. 

you let out the breath you were holding and then shake your head. this is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. you’ve known changbin for almost a year and yet, it only took one livestream, one stupid livestream, for you not to know how to act around him anymore. 

get it together please.

you pick up your dumbbells again and do one set, then a couple more. you focus on the burn in your muscles, on your breathing, on counting your reps, on anything except him. and for a while, it works, but it’s mostly because changbin stays busy and doesn’t stay close to you again.

you hear him talking and laughing with chan and you refuse to look but chan notices, because he has seen you walking around each other today for a while and this is so not like you. he squints his eyes at you, then at changbin when he isn’t looking, and he knows that something has happened, but he doesn’t know what. 

you continue working out as the time passes and the gym slowly empties. the music gets quieter and the lights dim slightly, the people saying goodbye as they leave the gym and then, you see chan, waving at you. 

“see you tomorrow, y/n!”

you wave back, “bye chan!”

but then, you realise.

wait.

chan is leaving?

already?

you look around and see that the treadmills are empty, the stretching mats abandoned. there’s no one near the squat racks, no one near the benches. 

it’s just you and- 

oh no.

you freeze and turn around, only to find changbin at the front desk, already looking at you, with his arms folded, and for once, he’s not smiling at you. 

oh oh.

you immediately look away and turn around again, pretending to be very interested in wiping down your equipment. you hear movement behind you and you close your eyes, hoping that it’s not changbin walking to you, hoping that he won’t wanna talk, hoping that-

“you’ve been avoiding me”

of course, no such luck.

you sigh and then turn around slowly, only to find changbin standing a few feet away from you, with his arms still crossed and still not smiling. 

you laugh nervously, “no, i haven’t”

he raises and eyebrow, “i don’t believe you”

you don’t reply and he takes this opportunity to take another step closer to you.

“did i do something?”, he asks you.

“no”

“then why are you acting so weird today?”

“i’m not acting weird”, you lie, looking at the floor.

“yes, you are”

“no, i’m not”

“y/n, you can’t even look me in the eye right now”

you open your mouth to say something but then close it because he’s right. you can’t look at him because every time you do, you remember last night and you feel a million things at the same time - you feel guilty, embarrassed, hot and weirdly… jealous? which makes absolutely no sense.

you groan and changbin blinks.

“why are you groaning?”, he says.

you cover your face with your hands, “ugh, i can’t do this”

“do what?”

you start pacing and he just follows you, trying to keep up.

“changbin, you don’t understand-”

“then help me understand”

“i can’t!”

“why not?”

“because it’s embarrassing!”

changbin blinks then. 

embarrassing? 

what do you mean? 

he looks genuinely baffled now and you only groan louder and walk faster. changbin continues to follow you, walking faster so he can step closer to you, concern replacing annoyance now.

“you know”, he says, “you can tell me anything, right?”

you stop and turn to look at him, almost colliding with him because of how close he is, and then you can’t take it anymore.

“well, i can’t exactly tell you i watched you with your cock out last night, can i?”

everything stops, both of you completely silent now, you swear that you could hear a hair pin drop if it fell at that moment. he blinks and then you realise what you’ve said, the colour draining from your face instantly, and you regret everything - watching the live, going to the gym, talking to him, hell you regret even existing right now.

“w-what?”, he says.

you cover your face again, “oh my god”

changbin doesn’t move, he doesn’t even blink. you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut.

“i found your… account yesterday and i… i-i watched your livestream last night”, you say, your voice muffled behind your hands. 

his mouth falls open and suddenly the pieces click together, why you avoided him and why you refused to meet his eyes, why you were acting weird today and stepping away from him. he starts laughing then, not a small chuckle, but a full and loud laugh that fills the gym.

“oh my god, that’s why you’ve been acting like this today?”, he says.

you drop your hands, your cheeks burning as you stare at him in stunned embarrassment. his laughter only makes it worse and somehow hotter at the same time.

“y/n, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. i’m not ashamed of doing it and i never said anything about it but i don’t hide it either. but what i wanna know is…”, he says, walking closer to you, that cocky smirk from last night returning, “why did you watch it, huh? you needed to relieve some tension? or were you just looking for a fun time, sweetheart?”

you can’t talk, no matter how hard you try, your words won’t leave your lips, no sounds will come out. he keeps walking towards you and you step back until your spine meets the cool surface of the mirror on the wall. he doesn’t stop walking, crowding into your space until his chest nearly brushed yours.

“is that why you kept stepping away from me today? because you couldn’t stop thinking about me? about what i did with my hands? about my cock? or is it because you couldn’t stop thinking about what my cock might feel like inside you?”

your brain short circuits and you feel yourself getting wet, embarrassingly fast. you’re not even listening to what he’s saying anymore, your eyes are locked on his mouth and the curve of his lips, and changbin is not oblivious, not anymore.

“of course you were, sweetheart”, he says and then he dives in.

his mouth captures yours in a hard and hungry kiss, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other braces against the mirror beside your head. his tongue pushes past your lips, tasting you and the heat that’s been simmering inside you since last night explodes into something consuming.

his mouth is still locked on yours when he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you off the floor. you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms flying around his neck. he laughs against your lips and then carries you across the room. your back hits the open stretch of the floor near the centre of the room, the carpet soft under your spine as he lowers you down and follows immediately, his body settling between your spread thighs. he breaks the kiss only long enough to smirk down at you, his eyes dark and hungry.

“look at you, already clinging to me like you’re starving for it... you spent all day running away from me and now you can’t keep yourself away from me”, he says.

his hands start working at your clothes, yanking your top up and over your head, tossing it aside without even looking. he drags your shorts down next, and your underwear too, leaving you completely naked under him. the cool air kisses your skin but it's nothing compared to the heat rolling off his body.

changbin doesn’t waste another second. he drops lower, his shoulders forcing your thighs wider and he buries his face straight between your legs. his tongue drags a thick and wet stripe up your slit before he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, ripping a scream from your throat, because nothing has ever felt like this. your hips buck up against his mouth on their own, chasing whatever he is giving you, your fingers fisting into his hair and tugging hard enough to make him groan into your cunt.

you can’t stop rocking your hips against his face, grinding down on that wicked mouth while he eats you out like he’s been waiting for this exact moment since the day you first met. your head lolls to the side and that’s when you see the full length mirror reflecting everything - changbin’s broad shoulders between your thighs, his head moving as he licks and sucks, your own flushed face twisted in pleasure, your legs spread wide and open for him. the sight punches the air from your lungs and another broken scream tears out of you, louder than the first one. 

changbin feels the sudden clench of your thighs and lifts his head just enough to follow your gaze. when he spots the mirror and realises you’re staring at your own reflection, watching him eating you out, he lets out a dark laugh against your folds.

“oh fuck, look at that. you’re getting even wetter just from seeing you like this”, he says as he slides two fingers into you without warning, curling them deep while his tongue returns to your clit, “i didn’t know you had this in you, sweetheart. getting off on watching me tongue-fuck you in the mirror. that’s such a fucking turn on”

his fingers move steadily, scissoring and twisting while he sucks your clit again. you keep grinding down on his mouth and hand, your hips rolling shamelessly as the wet sounds grow louder. you try to talk, to say anything, but you can’t, every time you open your mouth a scream comes out.

every time your eyes flick back to the mirror you see his tongue moving against you, see his fingers disappearing inside you and your own body shaking and desperate, begging for him. it pushes you higher and higher, until the coil in your stomach snaps without warning.

“c-changbin!”, that’s the only thing you can say and when he groans against your cunt, you finally collapse.

your orgasm crashes through you in a rush of heat and pulsing pleasure, your thighs clamping around his head as you scream his name again and again and flood his tongue with your arousal.

he doesn’t stop licking until you’re trembling and whimpering, still watching the mirror because you can’t look away. he finally pulls his mouth away from your soaked cunt but stays between your thighs, his lips shiny with your release as he watches you with that cocky little smirk. 

“easy, sweetheart”, he says, “breathe for me”

his fingers start tracing your skin, calming your body and the waves inside you. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another higher up. each press of his lips feels tender, almost sweet after how hard he just made you come. 

you’re still floating, your chest heaving, as if you’re somewhere far away and not in the gym with him. you move your head and your eyes focus on him again and then you notice the thick and obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants. your gaze locks on it and something hungry flickers back to life inside you. 

before he can say anything else, you push up on shaky arms, grab his shoulders and then shove him backwards until he’s sitting on the floor. he laughs when he sees you manhandle him, but he lets you have your fun, at least for now.

“fuck, look at you”, he says as you kneel between his spread legs, “so desperate to get your mouth on me. my sweet girl really can’t wait another second, can you?”

“n-no”, you say, your voice hoarse from all your moaning and screaming.

your hands move to the waistband of his pants, dragging them and his underwear down, letting his cock free. changbin just watches you with that same teasing grin, taking his t-shirt off before one of his hands comes up to stroke your cheek.

“you’ve been thinking about this since you watched me yesterday, haven’t you? or maybe you’ve thought about this before, huh?”, he says, teasing you, “well, i guess that now that you are here on your knees it doesn’t really matter”

you wrap your fingers around his cock and then lean in, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip. changbin’s head tips back with a groan as you take him into your mouth and start sucking him. his hand moves to your hair, tightening just a bit.

“that’s it, sweetheart. fuck… your mouth feels so g-good. such a good girl for me”

you moan around his cock at his words, the vibration making his body tremble. he keeps talking, his voice getting rougher as you bob your head, taking him deeper and deeper each time.

“fuck… i’m gonna come down your throat if you keep going like that. you want it? want me to fill that pretty mouth?”

you hum around his cock and then hollow your cheeks around it. changbin curses, his thighs flexing, and then he comes hard, his cum flooding your mouth.

“f-fuck, y/n!”

you swallow as he keeps coming, your throat working as he fills your mouth more and more, some of it spilling from the corner of your lips. when he stops twitching, you pull off and climb up into his lap, grabbing his face with both of your hands before you kiss him, letting him taste some of his cum that you haven’t swallowed in your mouth. he groans into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist as he licks into your mouth, both of you moaning as he tastes his own release. 

his hands slide down to grip your hips and then he moves you until you’re sitting on top of him, with the head of his cock right against your entrance. both of you groan at the contact and he rocks his hips once, dragging the tip through your wetness and coating himself before he starts to push inside.

“fuck, you’re so wet again”, he says, “look at you, dripping all over my cock already. you want it that bad, sweetheart? want me to stretch this tight pussy open?”

you nod your head, your fingers digging into his shoulder as you sink down slowly until your ass meets his thighs when you’re fully seated on his cock.

“that’s it”, he says as a broken moan rips out of you, “such a good girl for me. i’ve thought about this since i first met you. i knew you’d be this tight, i knew you’d squeeze me so fucking good”

you start to move, rolling your hips as you feel him throb inside you which pulls more whimpers from your throat. changbin watches your face the whole time, his eyes dark and hungry.

“faster, sweetheart. ride me, show me how bad you need it”, his hands guide you, lifting and dropping you onto his cock, “so fucking messy. you’re soaking my cock... such a needy girl for me”

you moan louder, bouncing harder, “please, more, i- i need more”, you gasp.

“yeah? my sweet girl begging for more already? you want me to fuck you until you can’t think straight?”

you nod your head and then his hips snap up to meet every drop of your body, his cock hitting your spot.

“every time i had my hand around my cock, i pictured you like this. every time, i imagined filling your cunt… and now you’re taking it like you were born for me”

you clench around him at his words, a fresh wave of your arousal coating his cock and he groans, his fingers digging bruises into your hips, but you don’t fucking care, you never wanna stop.

“that’s right. f-fuck, you feel so good. keep riding me, sweetheart, use my cock”, he moans.

your movements grow frantic, your thighs burning as you slam down again and again. you whimper, too far gone to form full sentences now.

“p-please… changbin… fuck me h-harder”

he growls and then flips you both. your back hits the floor again with a soft thud and he’s on top of you again, shoving your thighs wide apart. he lines up and slams back inside in one thrust. you scream, your back arching off the floor as he starts pounding into you without mercy.

“f-fuck, yes”, you moan as his hips snap against yours.

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? getting fucked stupid, as you scream for me, begging for more”

you can’t stop the sounds pouring out of you, high and broken moans and desperate pleas, “please, please, don’t stop- harder, fuck me harder”

your nails rake down his back, your legs locking around his waist as he thrusts into you over and over again. he leans down and kisses you hard, swallowing your cries. when he pulls back, his lips are shiny and his voice is completely wrecked.

“that’s my girl. so fucking loud for me”, he says and then he angles his hips, grinding deep on every thrust, “i’m gonna make you come again. i’m gonna make you scream my name again. you want that, sweetheart?”

you nod your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

“yes- fuck, yes”

his pace turns savage, his hips slamming into you with bruising force, every thrust making you scream much louder than before. you’re right on the edge, your body wound tight and then changbin reaches between your bodies and rubs your swollen clit, completely shattering you. you come with a broken scream, your walls clenching his cock, which makes changbin curse and then come with you, his cum filling you, pushing his release as deep as he can while you both shake and moan against each other’s mouths. 

he stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed to yours as you both pant hard. his cock twitches with the last weak pulses and then he kisses you again, tasting the salt on your skin from how much you’re both sweating.

“fuck”, he says against your lips, “you’re incredible”

you slowly pull away from him to look at him properly - his hair is a mess and you’re pretty sure yours is worse, but he’s smiling at you, not the cocky smirk from before, but a soft and genuine smile and then he brushes damp strands of hair from your forehead.

he leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding against yours like he’s savouring every second. when he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brush yours with every word.

“so… you’ve got a little crush on me, huh? watched my livestream like a good girl and got yourself off while i stroked my cock for strangers”

you groan, your face burning, and you try to hide against his neck but he just chuckles and leans down again to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“don’t hide now, sweetheart. i like knowing you were touching this pretty pussy while you watched me. makes me feel special”, he says as his hand slides down to squeeze your hip, his thumb stroking circles over your skin, “and every single time i jerked off? not only on screen? it was you i was thinking about. your face and your mouth. and this tight pussy i’m still buried in”

the filthy confession makes your walls clench around him again and the only thing you can do is grab his face with your hands and drag him back down into another kiss, desperate and messy as you moan into his mouth, your tongues sliding together one more time. he groans, his hips twitching and humping again, and he kisses you just as hungrily, sucking on your lower lip before he nips it lightly.

he pulls away a bit, breathing hard, his eyes bright and big as he looks at you.

“we should probably talk about this new… discovery over some late night dinner tonight, my treat. what do you say, sweetheart? you’re gonna let me take you out?”

“yeah”, you say, nodding your head without hesitation, still panting, and your lips still swollen from his kisses.

changbin grins, wide and bright, and then he pulls out of you with a wet sound that makes you both hiss. before you can protest the sudden emptiness, he stands up and scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. your arms loop around his neck and your fingers move to his hair, while his hands stay under your thighs and across your back. 

he starts walking towards the showers, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and down your throat.

“i’ve got to get you cleaned up first”, he says against your skin, his voice warm and teasing, “can’t take my girl out for dinner when she’s still leaking my cum down her thighs”, he nips at your earlobe, chuckling when you shiver.

you hide your face in his neck, your body already humming with fresh arousal at his words. changbin kicks the bathroom door open with his foot, still carrying you and then he turns the shower on, its sounds echoing in the room as he keeps murmuring filthy words against your skin.

a/n: the second part of live: unfiltered is up!! thank you for all of your love and i hope you like this one as much as the first one! next up: our sweet and innocent seungmin 😇

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Smut warnings — Use of pet names (baby and princess). Dirty talk, threesome activities, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), double penetration, first time anal, description of pain and crying during sex. Multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pulling out and facial.

"Never have I ever..." Chan hummed, his right hand swirling the green bottle he had been drinking from for the past minutes, "had sex in a public place".

He looked at you and then at Changbin, his curious gaze wondering how he missed an opportunity to make either of you drink from your alcoholic beverage.

"I haven't had sex in a public place," Changbin mumbled, "but I have done other things".

"You have to drink either way," Chan insisted.

"You said sex," the black-haired complained, "next time try to be more specific".

You sat there in silence with a look of amusement as you witnessed the silly discussion your two best friends were holding.

"There will not be a next time," Chan sighed, leaving his bottle on top of the small coffee table next the shared couch, "at this rate, we are going to be wasted and she will remain sober".

You smiled with victory imprinted on your face, imitating Chan's action and leaving your beverage on top of the table, "we should've betted money on who was the most innocent one among the three of us, I could've ended the night with more bucks than the ones I have on my wallet".

"I can't believe you dated that asshole for 3 years and yet you didn't do anything with him," Changbin murmured with disbelief.

"Do you think I am lying?" You questioned him, tilting your head slightly backwards and resting it on the wall behind.

"I know for a fact you are not," Changbin replied, "that's why I’m impressed".

"Well," you took the bowl of chips that was placed between you and Chan, "sex isn't everything in a relationship."

"You say so because you haven't fucked," Chan scoffed, his characteristic dimples showing as soon as the sound of his laughter escaped his lips.

"We did fuck though".

"You say so because you haven't fucked properly," Changbin corrected his best friend's statement, the choice of words making your skin burn in embarrassment.

"Just because I am not into the kinky stuff you guys like doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the sex with him," you whined, throwing a cushion at Changbin, "plus, why are we making my sexual life a topic of conversation? that's something private".

"It's just amusing," Chan mumbled, taking a sip from the bottle, "you didn't drink from your soju the whole time".

"You guys asked such odd questions," you admitted, "threesomes, sex in public places... how was I supposed to drink when I have no interest in those sorts of things?"

"Alright, alright," Changbin interrupted, both of his arms doing signals for you and chan to be quiet, "we will start small".

You looked at Changbin and then at Chan, unsure of what the twisted game your dark-haired friend was thinking about. Nonetheless, your hand reached out for the bottle of soju and you returned back to your previous position, back against the wall and head tilted slightly backwards.

"Never have I ever given my partner oral sex," Changbin mumbled, both pairs of dark eyes fixed on you as they waited for your final answer.

Placing the tip of the bottle in between your lips, you made sure to drink just a small sip from it. Not being too fond of the taste of alcohol nor the feeling of being drunk, you tried your best to limit your consumption during the evening. Of course, playing this kind of game was rather easy for someone as inexperienced as you were.

"Never have I ever received oral sex," Chan continued the attack, expecting you to hold the bottle again and drink from it.

But, after a few seconds of awkward looks and odd grimaces, he understood that you were not going to take another sip of alcohol.

"Never have I ever tried anal sex," Changbin queried and, again, no response from you. "Well, that one was a bit obvious".

You darted him a killer gaze and he scoffed, looking absolutely unimpressed by your sexual inexperience.

"Never have I ever tried more than 2 different sexual positions with my partner," Chan questioned with a teasing smirk and, for the first time that night, you felt a bit shy at your lack of experience.

It was true that your sexual life wasn't the best, not even with your ex-boyfriend of 3 years, but you wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. For some reason, the thought of having to talk about how much he sucked at those things embarrassed you and, knowing your best friends, they wouldn't be able to forget such a confession.

"No wonder why you broke up with him," Changbin whispered, diverting your attention from Chan's image all the way to his. "Let me guess, missionary and doggy?"

You were not the type to get your cheeks blushed but still, the skin on your face was burning in shame.

"Never have I ever faked an orgasm with my partner," Chan added, capturing your whole attention once again.

You knew Chan and, if you were to take a wild guess, you would say that his countenance changed from amusement to concern. In his face, you could catch a glimpse of almost the same reaction he had when you told him all about your break up and how your boyfriend cheated on you several times before you found out. 

Even though his reaction was rather odd to you, you still took a sip of your bottle, "shit".

"This is way worse than I thought," Changbin sighed, stretching his body and placing both of his hands behind his neck.

"Just one more question and I will let this go," Chan hummed, trying to satisfy his curiosity without making you uncomfortable, "alright?"

You nodded with resignation, "shoot".

"Never have I ever had an orgasm with a partner," and, as soon as you heard those words, you couldn't help but fix your gaze at your shoelaces that were a hundred times more interesting than whatever was going on inside the tiny living room of your apartment.

"Damn," Changbin's harsh voice interrupted, breaking the awkward silence that was starting to fall down upon the three of you, "are you serious?"

"Why would I lie to you about these things?" you asked with a high-pitched voice, your mind bringing back the memories of the few times you got to spend with your ex.

To be completely honest with yourself, you couldn't deny how hideous the sex with him was. It was rushed, fast, boring. He was focused on his pleasure rather than yours, lasting for not more than 5 minutes and calling it a day. "I'm exhausted", "I came so hard", "I'm so sleepy" were just a few of the things he used to mumble right after overcoming his high and, as much as you loved him at the time, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed after each session. He made you feel like an object who was only meant to give him pleasure without receiving any and, for the longest time, you thought it was completely normal.

"You never talked to him about these things?" Changbin questioned you, making your heart sink at the realization that he was just as worried as Chan was about the whole situation.

"It is not a big deal guys," you tried to convince them, even when you knew that it was, in fact, a big deal, "luckily we are not together anymore so I can leave those boring experiences in the past".

"Still," Chan's words felt like he was scolding you, "you went down on him several times and he couldn't even do that for you".

"Yeah, well-" you sighed, standing up from your seat and stretching your whole body, "I will make sure to get a better and trustworthy fuck buddy next time, I have learned my lesson".

Chan and Changbin remained silent as you started to pick up the mess from the living room, gathering the empty bottles of soju and the wrappings of the snacks you had been eating that night.

"Why don't you help me clean up?" you queried, looking down on them while they spared complicit glances at each other, "the living room is a mess and I don't have plans on doing chores tomorrow morning".

"Hey," Changbin hummed, still sitting on the floor with both of his palms against the rug, "we uh-"

The way your dark-haired roommate stumbled upon his words made you curious about what he was going to say next.

"We would like to help you out with your other issue," Chan spitted, bluntly. Still sitting on the couch with his legs spread, he lifted up his gaze to meet yours.

"What other-" you started the sentence with a smile on your face but, as soon as you realized what they meant, the smile and fondness was transformed into nervousness and curiosity, "oh".

"Oh," Changbin repeated almost with the same intonation you did.

"Listen, you don't have to agree to this," Chan rushed to say, standing up from the couch almost as the same time his friend did from the floor, "me and Changbin, we have discussed this for a while now but we just- we never knew how to approach you about it".

You looked at the two men standing in front of you, suddenly feeling your knees and legs ten times weaker than before. For a while, how long is a while?

"When you say a while, what do you mean?" you asked him, slowly placing the empty bottles on top of the table again.

"We both thought you were attractive the first time you moved in with us," Changbin explained, clearing up his throat as he watched you take a seat on the couch again, now they were the ones looking down on you. "Of course, at the time you had a boyfriend and everything, it was never really a plan, just a thought".

"A thought?"

Changbin looked at Chan and then diverted his gaze to something else, trying hard to avoid giving more information than he needed to.

"One night we were just talking about how much we both liked you," Chan spoke slowly, trying to find just the right words to portray their twisted and perverted fantasies with you, "how much we wanted to be with you, like that"..

"And you have decided to tell me that right now because…"

"We just saw an opportunity to bring the topic and we took it," Changbin continued without even daring to make eye-contact with you, "we don't really lose anything by asking".

"A threesome, then?" you queried with your pair of eyes fixed on them. It was new how nervous they looked right then and there in front of you, clenching their jaws and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Both of them nodded.

"I... will think about it," you concluded shyly, expecting them to say something else rather than nodding and continuing on picking up the trash that you had placed on top of the table after hearing such revelation.

Other than agreeing and whispering a series of "okay, yeah's", your roommates didn't say anything else. The tension in the environment changed but, at the same time, it didn't feel awkward or overwhelming. If you had to describe it, you would dare to say it was almost pensive.

"You have work tomorrow?" Chan asked, interrupting the silence that was quick to build up after your last words.

"No, I am taking this weekend off," you replied, carrying the green bottles all the way to your kitchen counter.

"I'll get those," Changbin mumbled, picking up the bottles that you had left behind because you could only carry that much.

You didn't want to give them the wrong impression, one where you felt awkwardly uncomfortable at their proposal to the point of not wanting to interact with them in any way, but it was almost impossible to talk when your mind was filled with thoughts.

"Everything alright?" Changbin queried, closing the trash bag and leaving it on the floor right next to the trash can.

"Yeah I just- I'm feeling very tired," you replied, blinking several times before fixing your gaze on him, "it has been a while since I drank".

Liar.

You drank less than half a bottle of soju and all three people in that room knew that. 

"You should go to sleep, " the black-haired murmured, not daring to look at you. "We will clean the rest of the living room and continue on working for a bit before going to bed, it's still early".

You unlocked your phone, without having any notion of time, and realized that he was right. You thought it was already midnight but the clock was barely at 10 p.m.

"Thanks," you politely replied, brushing your hands against your denim jeans and standing there for a while before excusing yourself, "goodnight".

As you walked from the kitchen and back to the living room, Changbin's gaze burned on your skin like a fresh cut. He wasn't nervous or uncomfortable, no. He was probably regretful, thinking that the two of them had screwed up an adorable friendship with their best friend just for the sake of wanting to get their dicks wet.

"Goodnight Chan," you mumbled while walking across the living room, Chan's eyes lifting up to meet yours without hesitation.

"Hey," he said, clearing his throat and turning his whole body around to face you, "me and Changbin, we wouldn't want things to get awkward".

"Me neither," you faintly smiled, trying to give him the reassurance he needed in order to understand that you weren't uncomfortable nor scared after their proposal. "I'm alright, don't worry too much about it".

And after he offered you a smile back, you closed your bedroom door right behind you.

Saying you were alright was a lie, especially when your whole body stopped being numb and regained its consciousness. The wetness between your thighs betrayed you once again, just like every other time you were around those two.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself, closing your eyes and swallowing hard.

Only then, you started to mentally curse yourself. You knew how bad you wanted them, how many nights you spent touching yourself wishing it was one of them making you feel good. You, who even while being in a committed relationship, spent hours and hours daydreaming about any of them bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn't do anything but take them completely.

I will think about it.

There was absolutely nothing to think about and you knew it. What was stopping you then? Trying to act all collected and insightful when, in reality, there was not a single day where you could go without pleasuring yourself to the thought of them.

What is stopping me?

You stood there in silence for a few more minutes until you heard their room's door closing, rushing to grab a towel and a pair of clean clothes before running into the shared bathroom of the apartment. It was safe to say that it had been a long day.

Letting the hot water run and taking every single article of clothing before stepping right into the shower, you asked the same question one more time: what is stopping me?

And, as your eyes found your reflection in the foggy mirror, you understood the answer.

You could dream about them as much as you would like, but the nervousness of being not one but with two new partners scared you to death. 

They proposed to you. 

The idea was appealing, but the anguish that it represented was too strong to be fought in such a small period of time. You trusted them with your life, you really did, but you also knew them more than anyone else in the whole world. You knew what kind of girls they dated and what kind of things they did. You were nowhere near those qualifications and the fact that they even brought that idea was as flattering as it was confusing. 

Either way, the mere thought of knowing they desired you like that made you wonder what kind of perverted ideas they thought about whenever they saw you around. What did they see in you that you failed to appreciate?

*

Standing in front of their bedroom's door, you breathed three times before finding the courage to knock on it. The clock would strike 12 a.m. and you knew for sure they were still awake. That excited you as much as it scared you.

The door opened before you could knock again, unsure if they had heard the first pair of faint knocks. Just as you had predicted, both of them were still working on some of their projects.

"Everything alright, princess?" Changbin queried, his dark eyes scanning your figure with discretion. 

Princess. Changbin called you like that sometimes for as long as you could remember and it never failed to have the desired effect on you.

Wearing a black oversized shirt with nothing underneath but a pair of pink panties, it struck you only then that maybe you had executed your idea wrong. In your mind, you completely missed the part of the small chat before telling them your verdict about the proposal.

"Can I come in?" you asked, his body walking just a few steps back as he opened the door for you.

Chan turned around on his chair, welcoming himself with the sight of your body.

"I thought about it," you murmured shyly, sitting on the edge of Chan's bed before daring to look at the hungry gazes of your best friends, "and I want it".

"Hey," Chan rushed to call out your name, his parted lips inhaling more air than usual, "don't feel pressured to do it, if you decide not to I promise things are still going to be the same".

"I mean it," you assured him, "I just- I have a condition".

The three of you looked at each other for a couple of seconds in silence.

"Go on," Chan spoke, his whole body leaning forward.

“You said you often thought about me in that way".

"We do, yeah," one of them voiced but the two of them nodded, eager to hear the rest of your demand.

"I-" for a short moment, your breath got caught up in your throat and you wondered if the sudden courage and bravery were sponsored by the cheap alcohol or your undeniable arousal, "I want to know what you think about me".

Changbin looked at Chan and then at you, his body language changing drastically from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds.

"Is that what you really want?" He queried. His voice was as seductive as it was intimidating, his question seeming more like a warning than an invitation. 

You simply nodded.

"I know nothing about this," you murmured, the warmth on your skin spreading throughout your body as Chan's and Changbin's gaze fixed on your eyes, "and you two are the most trustworthy men I know".

"So you want us to teach you?" Chan asked with a soft scoff, the lowness of his voice taking you by surprise.

"I just want to understand what is so appealing about sex to other people," you admitted, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head, "I just want to know how much I have missed".

Chan couldn't help but smile with fondness at your words, the warmth in his chest mixing up with the warmth between his legs. It wasn't just the fact that you trusted them enough to give your body to the two of them —it was the knowledge that, now that you had accepted their plea, they had the opportunity to make you feel like no one before.

Changbin walked up to your figure, the mattress slightly sinking as he took a seat right next to you. Whether it was out of nervousness or pure excitement, you couldn't help but shudder once the fabric of his black shorts brushed against the naked skin of your thighs.

"Don't be afraid," he cooed, his right hand moving upwards to find the left side of your face and turning it towards him, "you trust us, right?”

Your eyes met the curvature of his lips and, while his face approached you softly, you melted into his hands. The way his breath was stupidly close to be felt and his hand burned deliciously against your skin had you letting out a soft sigh before making the desired contact with him.

And it felt just like you had imagined it. Even better, you would dare to say.

Alcohol, a pinch of cherries and faint cigarette smoke were how you would describe his taste. He was gentle, maybe more gentle than you had expected him to be. His tongue dragged across your lips without going any further, teasing you and almost making you beg for more. He wasn't running out of breath but you were, letting out small whines while you tugged at the neck of his black t-shirt.

Only then, he interrupted the kiss by sinking his teeth on your lower lip and softly pulling at them, earning a sweet hiss from you.

"Should I go next?" Chan softly joked as he stood up from his seat, walking towards the available space of bed right next to you and sliding his hand up your naked thigh. Your parted lips found him immediately, but he remained in his position without going in for a kiss. "But first, you have to promise us something."

"Anything," you whispered out of breath, both men smiling proudly at how eager you were to have your way with them. 

"If you don't feel comfortable with something, you have to tell us," Chan warned, his eyes glued to the way your lips were inviting him to devour them.

Easy task. You nodded almost automatically, knowing that the odds of wanting them to stop were minimum to zero.

"Contrary to that, if there's something that you want, you will have to beg for it", he cooed, a faint smirk appearing on the corner of his lips as he saw the nervousness in your face, "promise?"

You let out a jittery laugh, feeling your accelerated heartbeats in the deepest parts of your throat, "it's embarrassing".

"It is not," Changbin intervened, his breath caressing the crook of your neck and making your eyes close for a quick second, "we will do anything you ask us to”.

"What do you get from it?" you questioned softly, your mind dizzy from both confusion and arousal.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Chan asked, tilting his head and brushing your lips with his, completely ignoring your question. 

"Yes," you whispered, your heartbeats going at a mile per hour. Chan smiled against your lips without going any further, trying to give you the clue that you were not following one of his rules, "please Chan, kiss me".

Only then you felt his hand wrapping around your wrist, guiding it towards his lap. He soon placed it on top of his hardened bulge without a warning, his hips moving ever so slightly against the palm of your hand. "Do you see what you can cause if you beg nicely for us?" his hoarse voice inquired and you nodded almost automatically, both of your eyes probably opened like plates at his grittiness, “good”. 

He then gave you what you were wishing for so long, his plump lips moving against yours at a much slower pace than you had expected from him. It was almost as if he wanted to taste every inch of your lips that were mixed with your own taste and Changbin's. 

Unexpectedly, Changbin's hand caressed the skin on your thighs making you tremble against their bodies, Chan's lips drowning one of many pathetic whines that were urging to leave your mouth. Changbin dragged his touch further, lifting the fabric of your oversized t-shirt and finding the pleasant surprise of your pink, laced panties.

"You wore this for us?" he asked against your ear, the sound of his voice and breathing sending shivers down your spine, "you should've thought about it twice because i'm going to rip it off of you”. 

Another chill traveled throughout your body and your skin got covered in goosebumps, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the black-haired one. "You get turned on by words easily," he hummed, nibbling at the skin of your neck, "I'll remember that".

Chan broke the kiss to grasp for some air, the eyes that once looked at you with fondness were now completely clouded by nothing but lust. 

Changbin continued on kissing and biting your neck, that only contributed to the wet patch between your legs becoming way noticeable as Chan's fingertips threatened to make contact with your underwear, the fear of being exposed making you dwell in embarrassment.

"Now, tell us," Chan requested while his fingers reached for the skin of your inner thighs, "why did you change your mind?"

"I-" you tried to give an answer but Changbin's lips attached to your neck and Chan's touch lingering in between your legs were making the simple task feel ten times harder, "I was curious".

"That’s it?" Changbin asked, dragging his tongue along your skin and making you squirm under him, "I know there's something you are not telling us, princess".

And he was right. 

But how were you supposed to tell them that, even long before knowing that they were sexually attracted to you, you fantasized about them every single night?

Even when you were in a relationship.

"I like you two too," you mumbled in between sighs, fearing that Chan's playful smirk meant that he knew exactly what was going on in your perverted mind, "I thought about you as well".

"And what is it that you thought?" Chan questioned, his digits making the desired contact against your clothed core making you part your legs ever so slightly for them, "you can tell us, we know how to keep secrets". Even though the sentence was rather sweet, the hidden meaning behind it increased the tension on your lower abdomen, "after all, we are your best friends, right?".

"I thought about how good you two could make me feel," you whispered, Changbin's figure withdrawing from your neck and fixing your gaze on the masterpieces he had created on it, your skin now decorated with red bruises along it, "I thought about your fingers, often".

Changbin let out a soft laugh, the tip of his digits dragging along your t-shirt and clothed breasts only to end up brushing his thumb against your mouth, "show me how much you have thought about them, then".

With a curious look, you wrapped your lips around his digits without breaking eye contact. You sucked on them slowly, unsure if that was the action he was expecting from you. But, when he let out a soft groan, you understood that you were on the right path.

"Is this what you dreamt about, princess?" he questioned, pushing his fingers deep inside you as you nodded eagerly.

While you were too focused on Changbin's task, you didn't notice how Chan was lifting up your t-shirt to expose more of your thighs and underwear, the wet patch now becoming completely visible for him. He gently caressed your lower abdomen and made its way to your clothed slit, dragging one finger in circular motions and earning a sudden sigh out of you that was repressed by Changbin's digits.

"What was that, baby?" Chan scoffed, impressed by how sensitive you were.

Changbin took his fingers out of your mouth as Chan slid your panties to the side, licking his lips at the sight of how wet you were.

For a moment, you felt shy. Exposed. 

You wanted to close your legs and tell them that you didn't think the whole thing through but Chan's voice was what took you out of those intrusive thoughts.

"You are beautiful," he hummed, his heavy breathing ringing into your ears, "so fucking pretty".

You swallowed hard at his compliments, the skin on your whole body heating up in shyness as you got used to your best friends praising you in that way. 

Changbin's digits turned your chin to face him, placing his index and middle fingers in front of your lips as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Tell Chan how bad you need him to touch you," he ordered, his eyes fixed on the way your lips parted almost instinctively as he brushed them against your lips.

"Chan-" you tried to speak, but your breath got caught up in your throat too soon, "please-".

"Tell him exactly what you want," the dark-haired spoke again. 

Your gaze turned to Chan who was sitting on the opposite side as Changbin, his fingers swirling around the skin of your thighs without actually making contact where you needed him the most.

"Will you touch me, Chan?" you queried, the way your eyes looked at him sending a pinch of electricity to his already hardened erection, "please".

He smiled at your words and, almost immediately, followed your request. Your whole body trembled against them due to the unfamiliar feeling of having someone else other than you touching you like that.

"What else does our princess need?" Changbin cooed, forcing you to face him once again.

"Your fingers," you sighed, trying hard to maintain eye contact as Chan rubbed your clit painfully slowly, "can I please suck on them?".

It was the way you politely asked and not really begged that had them over the edge. It sounded filthier, more humiliating, they would say.

Changbin pushed both of his fingers inside your mouth and, as he pounded them deeper, a loud moan from you that was caught around his digits sent waves of pleasure throughout the whole body.

"Suck them properly," he commanded, admiring how your head acquired a pace of its own as you gag on them, "I’m fucking your pretty pussy with them".

Chan's digits kept on teasing your clit, your hips instinctively moving against them while you tried to intensify the feeling.

"Right there, princess," he cooed, smiling at how your body was more than ready to be fucked, "you are behaving so well".

Changbin's fingers went in deeper, making you gag and drool all over them. Judged by the way he was watching you, you would dare to say that he loved it. He loved how messy you looked, with your innocent gaze fixed on him and your chin completely covered with your own saliva.

"Baby," Chan hummed, leaving kisses on your shoulders and clavicles while he made your way to your ear, "do you think you are ready to take our fingers?"

Pulling away from Changbin's digits you nodded eagerly, the sinful scene of your teary eyes and drooling mouth was enough for the both of them to cum right then and there, completely in love by the ruined image of their beautiful best friend.

"I need them inside me," you whispered, "please fuck them inside me".

Changbin lost no time into guiding his hand all over your wet cunt, the digits that were previously fucking your mouth now grazing against your hole and threatening to force themselves into it.

"Are you always this wet when you think of us?" Chan queried, looking at how his bedsheets were now stained with your own juices.

"I am," you admitted, placing your head on his chest while he held you tight against him, "I am always so wet".

Changbin pushed both of his fingers inside you knowing that, with how wet you were and how good you had lubricated his fingers, the feeling was going to be everything but painful.

"Fuck-" you hissed, moving your hips unexpectedly and feeling that foreign tension on your lower back, "God-".

"Do you want to know a secret?" Chan asked, admiring your face of pure bliss as Changbin's fingers fucked your cunt and his palm rubbed against your swollen clit. You weakly nodded. "We often talked about you, me and him," he sighed, "we wondered how many times you had been walking around the apartment with your underwear drenched or how many times you had touched yourself in your room while we were sleeping".

"She is dripping wet," Changbin hummed, his lips approaching one of your ears, "I bet it would be so easy to just bend her over any surface of the apartment and put our cocks inside her pretty pussy, don't you think so?"

"Fuck yes," you whined, your vision getting clouded with each of Changbin's movements, “it would be so easy for you two to have me whenever you please".

"Only for us?" Chan scoffed, your words having the desired effect on him as his bulge grew harder and harder, "you are adorable".

Both of your hands traveled to their laps, your right one on Changbin's and your left one on Chan's. Shyly, you started palming them through their clothes, earning a faint laugh from Changbin who was still working on your cunt.

"Tell us what you want, princess," he cooed, "we might give you permission if you use your words." 

As soon as you were about to speak, Chan's digits replaced Changbin's palm and continued on rubbing your clit while the dark-haired fucked you at a rougher pace, the soft moans becoming louder and louder as the seconds passed by.

"Please, let me touch you," you whined, moving frantically against their hands, "I want to touch you too".

"Go on," he allowed, his voice becoming lower as your timid hands palmed him through the thin fabric of his shorts.

And without losing any more time, you snuck your hands under their clothes, being welcomed by the warmth of their skins as your hands wrapped around their lengths.

However, you were rather impressed by what you found underneath those clothes.

"Don't be scared," Chan murmured as he noticed your countenance, "we will make them fit”. 

You cursed again at his words, the tension on your lower back increasing as well as the frantic movements of your hands around them.

They couldn't help themselves but let out small grunts and sighs as you jerked them off, pulling down their clothes to give you even more access to their cocks.

Moving your hands up and down, the movements soon started to become sloppier and messier, your eyes started to roll to the back of your head and incoherent words and mumbles were escaping your lips as an unfamiliar feeling took control over you.

"You are clenching so fucking hard around me," Changbin groaned, increasing the pace of his digits, "does that feel good, princess?"

"Fuck yes," you sighed, the overwhelming feeling causing tears to prick into the corner of your eyes, "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop".

"You look so pretty like this," Chan praised, his hot breath tickling against your cheek, "all desperate and needy".

"Faster," you cried, moving your hips in circular motions against them, "please touch me faster".

And as good, compassionate best friends they were, the two of them followed your pleas. You knew that it wasn't going to take you long to reach your climax and, with all honesty, you could say that this was something you had never experienced before.

Maybe because of it you looked too desperate and eager in front of them, moving your hips frantically and trembling between their bodies as you reached your high.

The sight was something they would never forget, feeling the way your hand squeezed their cocks with roughnes as you cried and rode your orgasm. 

"Aren't you such a dirty princess?" Changbin groaned, still fucking you at the same pace just when you were reaching the highest point of your climax and forcing both of your legs open, "coming for the first time in no other than your best friend's bed".

"Oh, God," you cried, biting your lower lip while your body was still shaking.

"Don't close them just yet, baby" Chan mumbled, his digits collecting all of your juices while he held you in place, "don't you want to taste yourself?"

You whined at the faint overstimulation from Chan's digits dragging along your slit, getting completely coated by your arousal. They made their way to your lips and you were quick to clean them up completely, bopping your head and drooling all over them.

Soon, the weight on the bed from your right side shifted as Changbin's figure stood up from his seat. Lowering his shorts and underwear completely, his cock was now at full disposal to you.

And God, was he big.

"Come here," he demanded, signaling for you to kneel right in front of him, "show me what you've thought about me”. 

You had given blowjobs before, countless times, but your ex boyfriend was nowhere near to what you had in front of you. Your mind drifted away as it thought about his thick girth filling you up, making you cry both in pain and pleasure but, soon, those trails of thoughts were interrupted when Chan's figure came into the picture.

"We will be gentle," Chan hissed, placing his hand on the back of your head and guiding you all the way to his hardened length, 

Starting off with kitty licks, you dragged your tongue along the tip of Chan's cock. He let out a soft moan that only encouraged you to explore further, taking the head inside of your warm mouth as your hand reached out for Changbin's length.

"Jerk him off while I fuck your mouth, do you think you can do that?" you nodded against his cock, "if I get too rough, squeeze my thigh and I will stop".

You nodded once again, feeling how his hands pushed you deeper into his length. You were not really trained to take him, but you were determined to prove to them that you deserved to be fucked.

"All the way in," he hissed, hearing how you struggled to prevent yourself from gagging, "don't hold back, baby, let me hear you choking on my cock".

Relaxing your throat for a bit, you were able to take more of him. Squeezing Changbin's cock everytime Chan's length reached a deeper spot inside your mouth, he couldn't stop himself from letting out grunts and groans each time.

"My turn," Changbin hissed, one of his hands gripping your hair in a ponytail and guiding your face towards his length. With drool all over your chin, and letting out small coughs, you took Changbin's cock inside as if you were an expert on it. Now, your opposite hand reached out for Chan's length as you stroked himself with your own saliva.

"You are doing a great job," Changbin praised, closing his eyes and slamming his hips slowly against your mouth, "taking two cocks at the same time".

From then on, you started acquiring a pace of your own while sucking them off. Having one of their cocks inside of your mouth while stroking the other one, you spent all the time you were able to before your knees started to hurt and bruise due to the material of the rug.

And even then, you didn't want to stop.

The sound of their groans and moans were turning you on more than you would've thought, your available hand always rubbing against your clit as much as you could, driving you to the edge and tightening the now familiar knot on your lower abdomen.

"You have no idea how many times we fantasized about having you like this," Chan groaned, caressing your hair as he slammed his cock inside your mouth, "kneeling down in front of us with your mouth drooling and wanting to take our cocks completely". 

"She is so pretty," Changbin praised, biting his lower lip as he witnessed the scene of your teary eyes and ruined face alternating between his cock and Chan's, "I wonder how much prettier she will look with all of her holes filled".

A sudden moan escaped your lips as you heard those words. Of course you knew that having sex with more than one partner was a whole different world than what you were used to, but you never got to think about the implications of it.

"Is that what you want?" Chan questioned, his eyes fixed on the way Changbin's cock disappeared in your mouth, "do you want me to fuck your pussy while he fucks your ass?"

You would be lying if you said that the idea of doing so didn't turn you on.

"It is too soon to try anal," Changbin grunted, letting out a desperate sigh as soon as you withdrew from him to take Chan's cock, "she is not ready for it".

"You think so?" the brown-haired queried, burying himself inside your warm mouth, "I am sure she can take it".

Changbin gave him a worried look, but he wasn't going to deny the fact that he was dying to fuck you from behind. He knew how tight your cunt was from earlier, when he was fucking his fingers inside of you, and he could only imagine how much tighter your ass was.

Luckily for the both of you, he always kept a bottle of lube around for those kinds of rendezvous. 

Walking towards the small nightstand right next to his bed, he took out a black, small bottle that caught your whole attention as you awaited on your knees for him.

"I am going to ask you this once," he softly mumbled, caressing your hair and putting a strand of it behind your ear. "Do you really want to try this?"

You knew it was going to be painful but knowing it was them who were causing you pain only turned you even more.

"If you decide that you suddenly don't want it anymore, we will stop," Chan warned.

You stood up from the floor and walked towards the bed, removing your black t-shirt that was now ruined with drool, tears and even precum.

Chan laid down on his own bed with his hardened length inviting you to straddle over him, softly guiding your movements on the bed as he held your hand. You sat down on his lap and allowed him to continue with the task, one of his hands reaching down for the base of his cock to align it with your entrance.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked you with his jaw clenched, dragging the tip of his cock along your slit and earning a few sighs from the both of you. You simply nodded. "It's going to hurt, but I know you can take him".

You stared at Chan for what it felt like hours, and only regained consciousness of the place and position you were in once you felt the weight of the bed shifting as Changbin positioned himself right behind you, resting one of his hands on your hip while the other one held the bottle of lube.

"I think she is ready," Changbin announced and Chan lost no time in entering you, lifting his hips ever so slightly while burying the tip of his cock inside your tight cunt.

"Oh, Go-d," you breathed, leaning down on his figure while you placed both of your arms on each side of his head.

"Take me all the way in," Chan mumbled, pressing your figure down so that his cock could reach the deepest spots in you.

And even though you weren't a virgin, you had never felt such an overwhelming sentiment like this. He was bigger than what you were used to and he tried to do it delicately but awfully failed as he surrendered to his instincts, pounding himself inside you rather harshly for a beginner but just as pleasant. 

They both gave you a few minutes to get used to Chan's girth, squeezing it and clenching around it every time Changbin caressed your back and neck in an attempt to soothe you before the pain.

"She is so fucking tight around me," Chan hissed with gritted teeth, completely losing his mind over how wet and warm your pussy felt around him.

Just like he imagined it.

"How does it feel to have Chan stretching you open?" Changbin asks softly, placing a couple of wet pecks on your shoulders and neck while he lazily stroked himself with a fair amount of lube.

"It feels good," you admitted with shortness of breath, feeling dizzy on top of Chan. "I've never felt something like this before".

There was something so filthy about hearing you speak in such a manner that Changbin couldn't resist you anymore. You soon felt the palm of his hand on your lower back, pushing your body, forcing it to lean over Chan's and —once he caught the signal— wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly in place.

"Take a deep breath for me," Changbin ordered, getting even harder at the cold sensation of the lube as he poured more on him and your tightest hole. "We are going to count to three, yeah?"

Changbin always appeared to be someone tough but, it was at times like these, where you truly could appreciate such a soft side from him.

"One," he breathed and you felt Chan's arms tightening around you, his face buried on your neck and chest while he felt your body shuddering on top of his.

"Two," Changbin continued and your back unconsciously arched a bit more for him. "And three".

After the last number, you felt a numbing sensation throughout your body. Your toes curled up in pain and you tried hard to muffle the pathetic cries and whimpers but failed almost immediately.

"It hurts so much," you cried and Chan started to caress your back, feeling his heart pounding at a thousand miles per hour as he witnessed your vulnerable body on top of his.

"We know you can take us," Changbin hissed, softly pushing himself even deeper inside you. "All you have to do is get used to our cocks".

You whined and Chan hugged you even tighter, allowing you to cry over him as Changbin stretched your ass carefully. There was something so twisted about feeling your painful tears landing on his neck and chest that, for an unknown reason, riled him up even more.

"Don't move," Changbin ordered and you did as you were told, your hands gripping the bed sheets harshly while you tried your best to overcome the painful –but pleasant– feeling of having them both inside you. "I want to feel you".

Chan's hands traveled from your waist to your back, caressing it while trying to soothe the pain. You spent a good minute or two with your eyes closed, the only audible thing in the room were your cries and their heavy breathing.

"You think you are ready?" Chan asks you softly, leaving soft kisses on your breasts while still having his arms wrapped around your body.

"I think I am," you finally whispered after a few silent seconds, feeling your arms trembling in fear while still being able to hold your whole weight on top of Chan.

Changbin was the first one to move, slowly withdrawing himself from you only to thrust his cock again, making you cry in pain.

"You are doing such a good job," Chan praised, one of his hands reaching out to try the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "It's just a little bit of pain, I am sure you can take it".

Changbin continued training you, softly pushing his cock inside you while trying to get you used to his girth. The pain never really went away, but the sudden sentiment of pleasure was quick to appear in the equation and, with that, it was ten times more bearable.

"Go on," Changbin hissed, trying his best to control himself. "She can take you now".

Chan lifted his hips slightly and almost came when he saw your grimaces of pleasure and pain, his cock throbbing at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes getting completely lost.

"Am I hurting you?" Chan asked you and you weakly shook your head, unable to focus on him —or anything, for that matter— because of the overwhelming sensations.

And as soon as they were sure you were alright, they started to acquire a pace of their own. They were going slow, much more slower than they would prefer, but it was still pleasant nonetheless.

Chan's lips captured your hardened nipples and, if anything, that single action made everything way more enjoyable. The cries and whines were soon replaced with moans and whimpers, and the gentle movements lost their softness once they both felt you were ready for a bit more.

"I don't think I am going to last long," Chan admitted between sighs, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

Changbin was on the same page, but they both wanted to give you one more orgasm before their own. One of his hands traveled to your swollen clit and, while they both fucked your holes, he tried to mantain a steady pace while rubbing it.

"Oh my f- God," you moaned, both of your eyes opening like plates once you felt your body jolting at Changbin's touch. "It feels-".

You couldn't describe it, but they both knew what you meant by the way your holes clenched around them.

"You are dripping wet," Changbin whispered, coating his digits with your fluids while trying his best to get you to the promising orgasm. "You think you can come one more time for us?"

You didn't have time to reply when your eyes were already rolling at the back of your head and your arms started to tremble, threatening to lose any strength that was still left in them.

"God," you whispered again, parting your lips and looking like a complete mess for the both of them. "There, right there-".

Changbin increased his pace and it was only a matter of seconds before Chan started to feel your walls tightening around him almost aggressively. He closed his eyes and groaned under his breath, trying his best not to come just yet.

He wasn't wearing a condom and coming inside was definitely not an option —but God, how he wished it was.

"Just like that," Changbin praised while admiring your body shaking instinctively, his hips slamming against yours softly while you were still trying to overcome your high.

"You are making me lose my mind," Chan whispered as he saw your face, feeling completely vulnerable at the sight of your glossy eyes and parted lips. "It isn't fair to have you around and not be able to do this as much as I want".

Your arms lost all their strength and you inevitably fell on top of Chan's body, crying as you felt the overstimulation washing up on you.

"I'm not going to last long either," Changbin hissed and, with a swift movement, pulled out of you. You whined at the sentiment of emptiness, but it was also a relief.

Chan lifted your hips too and followed his best friend's actions, leaving you completely empty and a sobbing mess.

"Where do you want us?" Chan asked, caressing your cheek and pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Wherever you both want to," you replied with shortness of breath and feeling a bit dizzy.

Of course they both wanted to finish inside you, but it was definitely not a good idea.

At least not tonight.

So Chan looked at Changbin and he did the same, almost as if they didn't need words to communicate with each other.

"Get on your knees," Changbin ordered and Chan smiled, recalling one of those times where they talked about how pretty you were and how much each fantasized about coming on your face.

She would look even prettier, Chan had said.

You followed their instructions and kneeled in front of Chan's bed, patiently waiting for them to approach your figure.

They both stood in front of you, stroking their cocks with their gazes fixed on your face. Changbin's hand even gripped your hair a bit harshly, setting you closer to them and in place so they could finish on your face.

"Stick your tongue out, baby," Chan panted, increasing the movement of his wrist on his cock.

You soon felt his arousal landing on your cheek, tongue and chin while a series of curses and groans left his lips. Changbin, once he saw the filthy image of you covered in his friend's semen, came next. With him, it was way more messier: tongue, chin, lips, cheek and forehead.

You swallowed their cum proudly, feeling as if it was some sort of reward for being able to take all the things they had chosen to give you that night. And they both admired the scene in awe, feeling their softening cocks twitching at the sight.

"You both taste good," you murmured, still kneeling in front of them. "I never thought I would like it".

Chan caressed your hair softly while Changbin's digits lifted your chin just so they could both catch a better glimpse of your face covered in cum —one of their biggest fantasies.

as soon as you got his text message, you knew you had fucked up big time. and if looks could kill, you would’ve been already dead. 

[lee minho, 21:36 p.m] if i were you, i would've think this whole thing through

you swallowed hard once again, carefully locking your phone to prevent people from reading the messages your "friend" had sent you during the whole dinner. you nodded once again at seungmin's conversation and gave him a soft smile, trying to distract yourself from minho's cold gaze.

"do you have any plans on saturday, y/n?" seungmin bluntly asked you, capturing the attention of changbin, hyunjin and, of course, minho.

needless to say, your phone vibrated again almost immediately.

[lee minho, 21:38] you are going to be busy

you read his message but chose to ignore it, thinking about the possibility of having a date that weekend. a real and public date, unlike minho.

"i think i’ll just stay at home" you replied, giving him the brightest smile you could pull. he smiled back, his shining half-lidded eyes making you feel some type of way. 

"i was thinking that you could come over to the dorms and we could watch a movie or two, i have a list of movies i've been wanting to watch but i haven't been able to" the black-haired reply, eagerly eating from the dish in front of him.

"that sounds like a plan to me" you cooed, focusing your eyes on seungmin in an attempt to avoid any eye-contact with minho, who was sitting right in front of the both of you.

“it’s a plan then” he smiled again and carried on with the chat, changbin and hyunjin joining again to talk and joke about their most recent dance practice they had. you listened carefully to their conversation, laughing every time they laughed and answering questions that arose, but your mind was definitely somewhere else.

or with someone else.

minho, who had barely touched his food throughout the night, was completely quiet. his gaze was fixed on the dish in front of him, avoiding participating in the conversation.

“hyung, is everything alright?” hyunjin asked, oblivious of the tension between you and him.

“i am feeling tired” he mumbled, a straight-up answer to avoid being questioned any further but said with a soft tone that wouldn’t make them think he was angry or upset about something.

“yeah, today was a rough day” changbin replied, both of his arms crossed in front of his chest as he laid back his whole body on his seat..

“talking about rough days,” you interrupted, grabbing your purse and cell phone “tomorrow i have to work the full shift since one of my co-workers called in sick today, so i better get going now”.

seungmin glanced at you with a pouty look “you are not going to join us at the karaoke later?”.

“i wish i could,” you replied, taking out your wallet to pay for your food, “but i have to wake up really early tomorrow and i can’t afford to stay awake too late”.

“oh, don’t worry” seungmin mumbled, handing you the bill you just pulled out “i got this”.

“are you sure?” you asked, a faint smile appearing on your face again.

“only if your bring the snacks this weekend” he joked, returning the smile.

“i’ll keep that in mind” you said as you packed your bag, pulling out the keys to your car “you really like those spicy snacks right, the ones with the yellow bag?”

he nodded and you proceeded to say your goodbyes, thinking that you were finally getting to breathe after the uncomfortable dinner you had experienced.

but you were far from right.

“actually, y/n,” minho added, getting the attention of almost everyone at the table “could you drive me to the dorms?”

you looked at seungmin and then at him. apparently, the rest of the members were attending a karaoke later that night to celebrate that they finally completed all their rehearsals for their latest choreography but minho, lying about feeling tired, had the perfect alibi to avoid attending.

“uh, i-” you wanted to say no, and you tried really hard to look for a credible excuse to prevent yourself from being trapped in a car with him for at least 25 minutes but, at the same time, you felt the need to talk with him. “sure, the dorms are on the way to my apartment”.

minho got up from his seat, said his goodbyes and left the restaurant with you, apologizing to the rest of the members and promising them that the next celebration was going to be on him. seungmin gave you a faint kiss on your cheek and told you that he would keep in touch with you throughout the week to plan your weekend. you offered him one last smile and left the place, feeling the tension crushing your shoulders and back as minho walked behind you.

“you read my messages,” he mumbled, walking fast to match your own pace “and yet you still agreed to hang out with seungmin this weekend”.

“you are not my boyfriend, minho” you replied with slight annoyance in your tone, your eyes traveling around the parking lot looking for your car “we are just friends, you said it yourself”.

“so you want to date seungmin?” he asked, his question coming out a little bit more frustrated than he intended to.

“what if i want? it’s not like you own me” you answered back, trying to rush your steps to leave the parking lot “and you definitely shouldn’t have a problem with that because i’m only a friend to you, right?”

before you could even open the driver’s door, his body locked yours against your car, the warmth of his skin sending shivers to your spine “are you doing this to piss me off?”

“god, minho” you swallowed hard, rolling your eyes in a mocking manner “you are not as important as you think you are”.

“do you like him?” he bluntly inquired, the jealousy in his voice becoming way too obvious for him to try and hide it “do you like him more than you like me?”.

“at least he doesn’t treat me like some sort of secret,” you said back trying to dodge his question, your heartbeats getting louder by the minute “unlike you”.

“so you want to be shown off?” he questioned, his body pressing against yours and creating a scene that was definitely not meant to be done in public “is that so? you want me to show you off?”

“don’t forget where you are standing,” you whispered, trying to remind him and yourself that you were in a parking lot not so far from the rest of the members and they could walk into the both of you at any minute “let’s not do that here”.

“but wouldn’t it be nice if they saw us together?” he teased, his hands gripping your hips trying to get rid of any distance between you and him. “i bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

you licked your lips as your eyes fixed on him, his fragrance flooding your senses and making you unable to think coherently “i’m not joking, they could catch us”.

“i’m not kidding either” he replied, his tilted face approaching your lips as he kissed on them slightly, both of your hands unconsciously traveling to his chest in an attempt to separate him from you. “if you don’t like being a secret then i’m willing to show everyone how good you are for me”.

“you are completely twisted” you whispered, your hands that were once pushing his chest further away from you were now resting around his neck, trying to get him closer.

“get in the back of the car”.

without asking any more questions or saying any more words, you did as you were told. you hated him for being the way he was, but you hated yourself even more for having him as your biggest weakness, following every order and command he gave you.

the distance between your car and the restaurant wasn’t much, so the danger of being caught by them (or by any person, for that matter) was imminent, but once he got into the car and started hungrily attacking your lips you understood that he didn’t care at all. 

“why don’t we,” you panted, your back arching against him every time his teeth gripped the soft skin on your neck “why don’t we take this to the dorms instead?”

“but don’t you want me to brag about you?” he pouted, his hands guiding your whole body to sit on top of him “i want to make you mine right here, right now”.

you moaned at his words, the sound getting caught in his lips as he devoured yours. your hips grinded against his lap almost unwittingly, your clothed core aching for more friction as your arms reached his shoulders for support.

“i despise you” you moaned, feeling how his hands pushed your body against him even more, his growing bulge stimulating your core every time you rolled your hips on top of him.

“yet here you are” he groaned, his chest moving frantically as his breathing got louder “willing to let me fuck whenever I please”.

your lips traveled all the way to his neck, peppering soft kisses and biting him slightly, the sinful noises coming out of his mouth being music to your ears.

“do you really think that he is going to be capable of making you feel like i do?” he groaned, trying hard to repress his moans as you attacked his neck. you couldn’t help but whimper at his words, his possessive and jealous side never failed to make you needier for his touch. “even if you don’t want to admit it, i’ve owned you since the first time i made you mine”.

your hands traveled desperately over his chest and shoulders, your hips sloppily bucking against his body with absolutely no rhythm. “they are going to leave the restaurant any time now” you hissed, feeling his lips dragging across your cleavage.

“don’t act like the possibility of being caught doesn’t turn you on, princess” one of his hands reached the end of your dress and pulled it slowly, his digits finding your underwear completely soaked in a matter of seconds. “see?,” he questioned, his digits tracing your clothed slit “i bet you had been this wet since we were at the restaurant”.

you sighed profoundly as your eyes found his in the middle of the dark, your hips jerking against the palm of his hand as a way of begging for his touch.

“why don’t you call seungmin, huh?” he teased, his digits grazing against the wet fabric of your underwear “see if he can give you what you need”.

“are you really going to pull that on me?” you grunted in frustration, the tension on your lower back begging to be freed. 

“you really think you deserve to be touched?” he scoffed with a hitching breath, “don’t think i didn’t notice how you were acting with him tonight”.

“awwwww” you hummed, licking your lips as you continued grinding against his fingers “so that’s why you were quiet the whole dinner? because you were jealous?”.

“i simply don’t like other people enjoying what is mine” he murmured, his digits now giving the slightest friction to your clothed core “but you often seem to forget who owns you”.

with gracefulness, his hand pushed your panties to the side leaving your core almost completely exposed on top of him, his digits getting coated with your own arousal as he teased your entrance “let me remind you”.

you moaned once again when you felt one of his fingers stretching your tight cunt, minho letting out a growl when he felt your warm walls clenching around his digit “you are always ready to take me, hm?”

your head rolled back as he pounded his finger inside you, adding a second one along the way. you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the fear of getting caught mixed with the arousal minho was providing you felt heavenly. even though you were with minho, you couldn’t help to think about seungmin and the rest of the members while he touched you, your imagination flying around the lingering thought of being caught by all of them, their eyes fixed on how minho used you and pleasured you.

“take your dress off for me” he ordered without losing the pace on his fingers, your hips rolling against him every time his soft voice flooded your ears “i want people to see how gorgeous you truly are”.

you were already too deep into the moment to stop and think about the decision you had to make so, naturally, your now mindless body followed his command, unbuttoning the front of your dress and staying only in the pink underwear you had decided to wear that day. “good girl,” he mumbled, his available hand pulling down your top underwear to expose your breasts “so obedient”.

he leaned on to capture on of your hardened buds, licking and sucking on it slightly and making him moan every time you clenched around his digits due to the sensation. even though you were completely immersed into his touch, your eyes traveled to the car’s window every once in a while to make sure that the parking lot was still empty.

“i don’t think i will last long” you admitted, one of your hands rubbing your clit in circular motions as minho kept on fucking your pussy with his fingers “fuck”.

“look at you,” the dark-haired mumble, the pace of his fingers slowly increasing as your thighs started to tremble on his lap “i've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking”.

you fucked yourself desperately on his fingers, moaning and whining every time his lips dragged across your breasts and neck. the knot in your stomach was already threatening to come undone at any point, and the fear of being caught was completely replaced with excitement.

you wanted to get caught.

you needed for someone to see how good minho made you feel, how desperate you looked on top of him trying to chase your high with just his fingers, and how pathetic you sounded every time he made you whine and moan.

“don’t hold back” he groaned, feeling how aggressively your walls starting to clench around him “i want to know how good i’m making you feel”. you moaned his name over and over again, your half-lidded eyes fixed on minho’s gaze as he admired the grimaces of pleasure on your face. he was probably right, no one could make you feel like he did.

“i’m cuming” you moaned, your whole body trying to keep on riding his fingers but trembling at the same time, the whines and cries leaving your lips sending a spark of electricity along minho’s body, his painfully hard bulge begging to be released. 

“keep on saying my name” he ordered, “i want you to get used to it, i want to hear you screaming my name every time you cum, even if i’m not there with you”.

your whole body fell down on him, your face hiding in the crook of his neck as you cried his name near his ear, minho’s skin completely covered in goosebumps at the feeling of your warm breath against your neck.

“it feels so fucking good” you cried before reaching the highest point of your orgasm, your hips slowly giving up as you tried to recover from the insane feeling “you always make me feel so fucking good”.

“don’t forget who you belong to” he sighed once his fingers stop pounding into you, both of them coated with your essence “don’t forget i’m the only one who can touch you like this”.

you nodded while you tried to catch your breath, droplets of sweat starting to form on your forehead and neck. however, as tired as you were, there was something you were still craving that night.

and you had been craving it ever since you were at the restaurant, thinking about how good it would feel to be completely filled by minho’s cock right then and there, your walls clenching around thin air while you managed to keep on talking with the rest of the members.

and as if minho was reading your mind, both of his hands pushed you away from his body to slightly pull down his clothes, not giving you any time to even recover from your previous orgasm. “you have no idea how bad i’ve been wanting to fuck you today” he murmured, the hand that was once inside your cunt now stroking slowly his cock, mixing your juices with his own pre-cum. “every time seungmin fixed his eyes on you, i felt the sudden urge to bend you over the table and just fuck you senseless in front of all of them”.

you sighed at his words, your sore thighs threatening to ache tomorrow morning but you were determined to bear the pain in order to feel him inside you again.

one of your hands held the base of his cock as your hips lined up with it, letting out a soft moan once you felt the stretch inside of your cunt. it felt good, minho’s cock filled you up just fine, grazing the sweet spots inside you. 

“your cock feels so good” you gasped, taking your time to let yourself adjust to it. you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm so the slightest bit of stimulation made you cry and whine almost instantly, your walls clenching around his length every second that passed by “you feel so good inside me, minho”.

he placed both of his hands on your hips, gripping them harshly as he guided your movements on his cock. “it always amazes me how wet you get for me” he moaned, licking his lips as he watched his cock get lost inside you “it doesn’t matter if we are alone or in a public space, you are always willing to have me inside you, isn’t that cute?”.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to repress your moans, knowing well that they would come out way louder than the previous one. with hard work, your thighs gave you some support for you to start riding his cock, moving your body up and down his length, occasionally moving your hips in circular motions earning a moan or two from him.

“you have always wanted to do this, don’t you?” you questioned with broken words “have you ever fantasized about fucking me in front of someone else?”

he let out a soft laugh followed by a groaned, the movements of your body sending him to the edge almost instantly. “you have no idea how many times i’ve fantasized about it” he admitted, the hot touch of his hands imprinting on your skin “the thought of someone else acknowledging how beautiful you look while i ruin you turns me on”.

you moaned his name again, your eyes appreciating the grimaces of pleasure on his face every time you moved against him “you are so fucking twisted”.

“and you are not?” he inquired, licking his lips and holding back his moans “letting me fuck you in a parking lot, getting half-naked in public just because i asked you so. that doesn’t make you as twisted as i am?”

your whole body fell against his again, your movements keeping the same pace as your mouth got closer to his ear “you made me this way”.

“that’s right” he moaned, both of his hands slightly lifting your body to start slamming his hips against yours, earning a painful whine out of you “i made you this way because you belong to me and only me”.

one thrust for each word, the pace on his hips was fast and sloppy, indicating that his release was getting closer and closer every time. you held tight to the back seat, your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he continued on slamming his cock into you.

“can you cum again on my cock?” he asked you with hitching breath.

“i will” you whined, feeling his harsh grip on your body “fuck, i can’t hold it”.

one of your hands that was resting on the backseat traveled to your throbbing clit, the slightest bit of stimulation making your whole body squirm under his touch.

“cum on me again” he ordered “cum on me again and tell me how good my cock feels inside you”.

it took you only a few seconds for the knot on your stomach to come undone again, moaning and whining his name just like he commanded you before.

“your cock feels so good, minho” you cried “no one can fill me up like you do”.

“it’s good that you know that” he groaned, moaning at the feeling of your hot walls clenching around him “because no one else is allowed to fuck you and touch you like this”.

you nodded eagerly against his neck, waves of pleasure traveling from your head to the tip of your toes. it didn’t take him long to reach his high too, releasing himself inside of your cunt and thrusting himself even deeper to make sure that you took him and his arousal completely. 

"so i was thinking about doing that assignment now so that we could focus on the final project later on, " the guy in front of you mumbled, his hands moving across the textbook and showing you a lot of pages that you couldn't even bother to pay attention to. "that way it would be way easier to finish everything on time".

"yeah" you muttered, both of your eyes fixed on both of his hands. his long, slim fingers captured your attention the whole time, the lingering thought of having them inside you was wrecking you to the point that you couldn't even get yourself to focus on anything but him.

"it's not hard" he added, closing the textbook and leaning his whole body on his seat, "history of art, it's such an easy subject if you grow to like it".

"it seemed interesting" you replied, trying to fight the urge to keep on daydreaming about your team mate, "that's why i chose it, even if it's not part of my major's curriculum".

"oh" seungmin muttered, his cute eyes opening slightly more than usual, "so you are not majoring in anything related to art?"

"i'm prefer social sciences" you admitted, realizing that the tension building up increased as he stopped talking about the school projects.

you knew seungmin, and you knew he was a very shy guy. nonetheless, he was a genius when it came to art, whether it was music, painting, dancing, writing, he excelled at anything. for the rest of the stuff, though, it seemed like he was just born yesterday.

"i see" he continued, lowering his gaze to both of his hands. earlier, when he was talking about the projects, he was way more talkative and enthusiastic than he was at that moment but, for some reason, you only found that ten times more interesting.

"do you have any plans for today?" you asked in an attempt of continuing with the conversation. you didn't feel uncomfortable, but you were determined to try and do your best so he could feel comfortable as well.

"not really" he replied, tilting his head and smiling, "i was only going to stop by this coffee shop that just opened yesterday near my apartment".

"would you like to stay for dinner?" you questioned, without thinking your proposal twice.

it wasn't that you liked seungmin, but something about him really captured your attention. a part of you wanted to get more and more of him, anything and everything.

after a couple of silent seconds and visible hesitation from the dark-haired, he finally agreed.

as the evening progressed and the two of you debated on what to order for dinner, the awkward tension began to fade away. seungmin had a very unique sense of humor, but it was very easy to get along with. if anything, his whole personality made him even more attractive -if that was any possible-.

"so," you questioned, drinking a sip of your glass of water, "have you ever played truth or dare?"

"we are eating" he scoffed, taking a bite of his dish.

"i just want to get to know you a bit better" you mumbled, shrugging both of your shoulders. that was a pretty good excuse and a lie you wanted to believe but, deep down, your intentions were more selfish than for research purposes.

"i don't like completing dares" he mumbled, fixing his eyes on you, "if you have any questions, just ask them".

"but that's not fun" you continued, "it's not like you are a celebrity for me to perform a whole interview right now".

"and yet you are interested in knowing more about me" he teased, giving you a subtle smile.

you left your food on the coffe table near the couch, grabbing one of the cushions and holding it tightly against your body, "truth or dare?"

"truth" he nodded, his soft voice becoming a bit more timid than before.

"what do you think of me?" you asked him right away, not giving any room for embarrassment.

"what do you want me to think of you?" he counterattacked, repeating the same actions you did and leaving his food on the coffee table.

"that's not how this works" you scolded, resting your head on the couch.

"i think you are nice" he replied, "and whatever you want me to think about you, i probably already do".

"what is that supp-"

"that's not how it works" seungmin interrupted, giving you a bit of a smirk. even though he was very witty with his responses and, in general, with his way of expressing himself, you could still see the shyness washing up on his body every know and then. "truth or dare?"

"truth" you answered, confident.

"why did you invite me to stay for dinner?" he questioned, licking his lips and slightly fidgeting with his hands.

"because you are my classmate" you replied, trying to come up as honest as possible, "and i wanted to get to know you a bit better".

he nodded and took a sip from his beverage, not diverting his gaze from you.

"truth or dare?" you inquired again.

"truth"

"and whatever you want me to think about you, i probably already do, what does that mean?" you had the opportunity to make a question and you were sure you were going to take full advantage of it.

"you asked me your first question for a reason" seungmin explained, "you probably have these ideas on your head that you want me to think about you, and i probably already do".

even though his answer was somewhat confusing, you understood what he meant. and for the first time in the whole evening, you caught yourself feeling nervous.

"truth or dare?" seungmin asked again.

"truth"

"what is it that you want me to think of you?" he questioned with a teasing smile on his face.

"well," you gulped, thinking about finding the right choice of words that wouldn't make you seem any desperate for him in any way, "i want you to think i am pretty and fun to be around".

he licked his lips again, a small gesture that could get you on your knees any time. yet he didn't say anything or counterattacked like he had been doing for the past rounds.

"truth or dare?" you mumbled.

"truth"

"is that what you think of me?" you queried, tilting your head and giving him the most innocent gaze you could. as much as you needed to get close to him, the last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

"i think you are very attractive" he admitted, his words making your heart skip a beat or two, "and even though we haven't really interacted as much as i'd like, i think you are very relaxed and fun to be around".

"do you think i am attractive?" you repeated, earning a smirk from the man himself.

"truth or dare?" he rushed to mumble, not giving you any time to push the question any further.

"truth"

his gaze lingered on your face for a while, his hesitant eyes and tense body language making you feel even more nervous than you already were.

you didn't expect things to escalate that quickly, considering seungmin's nature, but the energy shifted somewhere in the middle of the game and it was absolutely obvious.

"have you ever thought about kissing me?"

and if it weren't because both of your gazes were locked in an intense eye-contact, you swore your eyes could've opened like plates.

"dare" you rushed to change your answer, not thinking it twice.

"i dare you to kiss me" he shoot, making you feel both uneasy and excited at the same time.

"are you sure?" you questioned him, your heart racing at a thousand milea per hour while the blood underneath your skin started to boil.

he nodded slighlty, any sign of boldness fading away as soon as your body approached his, "how many people have you kissed before?"

"why is that relevant?" he murmured with a timid tone.

"it isn't" you rushed to say, "i am just curious".

"not that many" he answered, his breath becoming a bit faster than before.

"it's alright" you reassured in a whisper, leaning into him and tilting your head to approach his lips, "come here".

his soft lips caressed yours in a slow movement, not leaning completely into capturing yours in a kiss. you withdrew a few centimeters away from his face, teasing him, only to feel how his body approached yours even more.

"you really want it, don't you?" you asked with your face a few centimeters away from his, coming out almost as a whimper. he slightly opened his eyes and fixed them on your facial features, going from making eye contact to posing his gaze on your lips.

"you don't?" he softly asked.

and, instead of giving him an answer, you captured his lips in a kiss.

it felt heavenly. even more heavenly than what you had been imagining the whole evening.

he quickly picked up a steady pace, not fast nor slow. the way he tilted his head was both sweet and attractive at the same time, the sound of his heartbeats and hitching breath hogging your whole attention. his hands carefully traveled to the sides of your thighs, caressing the skin underneath your cotton shorts.

both of your hands rested on each side of his neck, pushing him even closer to you. however, a devilish thought appeared on your mind forcing you to break the kiss.

"truth or dare?" you inquired with hitching breath.

"truth" he panted, licking his lips in hopes of getting the last taste of you.

"do you want to keep going?" you queried, knowing the answer before hand but still, you needed to hear it from him.

"yes, please" he replied, his soft voice now being replaced with a deep and needy tone, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

he kissed you again, with no hesitation, and you climbed on top of his body to end up sitting on his lap.

the clothes you were wearing didn't make you any favors, sending waves of pleasure all along your body as soon your core made contact with his bulge.

"god-" you whispered in between kisses, your hips moving instinctively against him.

he, however, interrupted completely the contact as soon as his head rolled back due to the sensations.

"does this feels good?" you softly teased, rolling your hips on top of him and making sure to have the desired effect on him.

"mhm" he hummed, his eyes slightly closed while both of his hands rested on your hips. you placed both of your hands on top of his, moving them across your body as an invitation to touch you more.

he was shy, you knew that.

still, you couldnt help to feel your cunt throbbing once you saw his face while he dragged his hands along your body, from your hips to your thighs and then to your arse.

"like that" you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw so you could approach his neck next.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath making you feel butterflies all on your stomach, your hips grinding even more eagerly against his bulge to provide him just the right stimulation.

"does it feel good?" you shyly asked, nipping the skin of his neck and getting lost in the smell of his fragrance.

"yes" he sighed, his hands moving on their own now.

his digits traced the hems of your oversized t-shirt, lifting it up ever so slightly in an attempt of removing them, but his shyness prevented him of initiating the task completely.

"don't hold back" you mumbled, placing one of your hands on the side of his face, "do whatever you want to me, please".

his hands slowly lifted up your shirt and you helped him get rid of it, leaving you with nothing to cover your upper body but your bra. he dragged his digits along the sides of your body, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down your spine.

"you are so pretty," he praised, interrupting the kiss to admire your body, "really".

you couldn't help but smile at his comment, feeling how your cheeks started to glow red in response of such compliment.

"your turn" you ordered, giving him enough space to remove his shirt.

once he completed his task, you placed both of your hands on his body, starting on his shoulders. you then dragged them across his clavicles, teasing his chest and brushing your digits over every single inch of skin you could touch.

"truth or dare?" you mumbled again, without caring any more about turns. yet, he seemed pleased with you taking the initiative.

"dare" he replied, earning a smirk from you.

"i thought you didn't like dares" you muttered, your fingers tracing his abdomen and causing his heartbeats to go even faster than before. "i dare you to touch me".

he tilted his head and gave you a bashful look, "i've never-"

"i can guide you" you rushed to add, wanting to make him feel as comfortable as possible, "i'll show you what makes me feel good".

his half-lidded eyes fixed on you as he thought the request, his fingers tapping on your hips. he pushed your forward to kiss you one more time before lifting your body and resting you on the couch, kneeling in front of you as his hands dragged your grey shorts, as well as your underwear, off of you.

his lips traveled along your legs and inner thighs, leaving faint kisses as he made his way up. you spreaded your legs for him, one of your hands signaling for him to lean into you.

"look at me" you whispered feeling his hungry eyes placed on your dripping core, "you made me a mess".

his gaze moved from your cunt to your face, the sight of pleasure imprinted on his facial expressions was maybe too much to handle. with delicacy, you took his hand and drove his fingers all the way to your mouth.

and, after fantasizing about that thought for hours on end, you took them in your mouth. sucking them from top to bottom, your warm tongue welcoming every single one of his digits into your wet hole.

seungmin never broke eye-contact with you though, his lustful eyes recording the image of your lips wrapped around his fingers.

"i prefer a slower pace" you mumbled while withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, guiding them all the way to your throbbing cunt, "still, do as you please with me. i am all yours for you to use".

his innocent gaze was long gone, specially after hearing those words. as shy as he might seemed at the beginning, and even though this was a new task he was going to attempt for the first time, all of that fade away as soon as you presented yourself as something for him to use.

he wanted to use you, yes. he wanted to learn all kinds of things with you, he wanted to explore your body over and over again until you couldn't take it. but even so, the only thing on his mind in that moment was your own pleasure.

he needed to hear you, feel your trembling body, feel your warm skin, feel your touch on him. and he was determined to fulfill his needs.

after guiding his wrist, the next thing you felt was the overwhelming -but delicious- stretchness inside of your walls. two of his slim fingers went inside you, thrusting them as deeply as he possibly could.

"yes, go on" you moaned, your head rolling back as your hips moved against his digits every now and then, "just like that, seungmin".

hearing your words and observing how your body reacted, he felt more and more encouraged to keep on completing his task.

one of you hand traveled all the way to your core, rubbing your clit in circular motions as he continued on fucking your whole.

"your fingers feel so much better than mine do" you whimpered, your available hand caressing his hair, "god, you are making me feel so, so good".

he smiled against the skin of your thighs, carefully increasing the pace on his thrusts as you increased yours.

"can you feel me clenching around you?" you asked with a desperate voice, the knot on your stomach almost coming undone as you chased your sweet released, "that's just proof of how good you are making me feel".

he kissed your inner thighs while his fingers got coat with your essence, interrupting the pace of his thrusts as the lewd noises coming out of you became more and more frecuente.

"n-no, seungmin-" you whined, your hips bucking and your cunt clenching around nothing, "i am so close, just-"

"i want to be inside you" he darted, still kneeling in front of you as his eyes found yours, "i need it".

the needy tone in his voice made you, if possible, ten times more wet than you initially were. you needed it just as much as him and you were absolutely no one to deny him such pleasure of fucking with someone for the first time.

seungmin sat down next to you, rising his hips slowly to get rid of his clothes.

and oh, another expectation surpassed.

you swallowed hard in anticipation, knowing that he wasn't like the guys you had been with before.

you sat on his lap again, not giving any room to overthinking. your dripping pussy made contact with his erected cock, grazing against it ever so slightly but earning an immediate reaction from the man underneath you.

"i can't wait to feel you inside me" you whined, kissing his cheek as you made your way to his neck, "i am sure your cock will feel heavenly".

seungmin's grip on your body intensified as soon as he heard those words coming out of you, his hips sloppily moving against yours as a signal that he was ready to thrust himself inside you.

"you want this just as bad as i wanted" you whispered, feeling your sweat starting to mix with his.

you raised your hips slowly and placed the tip of his cock on your entrance, letting out a sigh of pain as soon as you felt the head stretching your hole just right.

"oh, god" you moaned, closing your eyes an rolling your head back while your pussy welcomed him completely, "you are so big".

seungmin let out a faint groan, but it was enough to have you clenching around him almost aggressively. only then, he understood the power words and sounds could have over you.

"you are so tight" he mumbled both of his hands placing on your hip and forcing you even more against his cock, "and you feel so wet around me, y/n".

"can i ride you?" you softly asked, placing both of your hands on his chest as you awaited the magic word.

"go on" he groaned, his hips moving ever so slightly against you.

with strength, you managed to start moving on his cock, even if it sometimes felt a bit too painful for your own liking. however, even then, the sounds of his accelerated breath and faint grunts made your arousal increase in a couple of seconds.

"like this?" he questioned, driving his thumb to your aching clit and rubbing it in circles just like you did earlier.

"you learn quickly" you mumbled in between moans, both of your hands traveling to your back in order to unclench your top underwear and be completely naked for him, just like he desired.

"you are so fucking hot" he admitted, both of his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced every time you rode his cock.

"yeah?" you questioned, increasing the pace of your movements as waves of pleasure washed up on your body, "and do i feel good?"

"you feel perfect with my cock inside you" he replied, both of his eyes closed and his head rolled back, "please, y/n, i need to know how you feel cumming around my cock".

"you do, seungmin?" you cried, the soreness on your thighs starting to hurt, "that's all you have been thinking about tonight, right? making me cum?"

one of your hands grabbed one of his, guiding them all the way to your neck and, much to your surprise, he didn't need an order or indication to do what you wanted.

he grabbed both sides of your neck and choked you as continued on riding his cock, his intense gaze fixed on yours as the grimaces of pleasure on your face contributed more to his arousal.

"i am going to-" you barely whispered, the words coming out broken as seungmin's grip on your throat increased.

"do it" he pleaded, "cum all over me".

and as if he was performing some kind of magic in your body, the anticipated knot in your stomach came undone.

you leaned on to hid your face on the crook of his neck, moaning his name over and over as goosebumps covered his skin.

"your cock feels so good" you panted, still not coming down from your high, "god, i-"

however he didn't stop. the feeling of you clenching violently against him was the last thing he needed to approach his orgasm, his hips sloppily bucking into you as his eyes appreciated your whole body from top to bottom.

"fuck" you painfully cried, the pleasure turning into overstimulation in a matter of seconds. even so, by the way his breathing hitched frequently and his hips bucked weakly against you, you understood that he was just as close as he release as well.

"come on" you whispered into his ear, letting out faint groans every time the overstimulation overwhelmed you, "cum inside me".

in the middle of the heat, he was so needy that he couldn't stop to think about his decision. he licked his lips as he turned his face to yours, softly biting at your lower lip while his thrusts became frequently each time.

"cum" you softly pleaded, finding his pretty gaze observing you, "i know you want to, seungmin".

he groaned one more time, closed his eyes and bit his lips as he released himself inside you. "seungmin," you moaned, moving your hips and continued on riding him to help him, "fuck-"

his movements stopped gradually and, as his hands withdrew from your hips, you noticed that his grip was rough enough to leave your skin decorated with bruises, making you smile at the realization.

"you are dripping" he mumbled, looking at how his arousal leaked from your cunt.

"don't i look pretty like this?" you questioned, trying to stabilize your breath.

"you look even more pretty like this" he cooed, still with his cock inside you.

"truth or dare?" you asked once again, leaning into his body to leave a trail of kisses from his lips to his jaw.

"truth"

The second you enter the dorm, you’re met with the familiar scent of cologne and the warmth of hyunjin’s body as he wraps his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair. You gasp quietly as he pushes you against the wall, letting his hands drop to your thighs and squeeze them softly. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he drags his lips up to your jaw, kissing it before moving down again, letting his mouth rest against your flesh.

“I missed you,” He mumbles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as his lips brush over your neck softly. “so fucking much.”

“I missed you too,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side to grant Hyunjin more access.

You can feel his smile as he plants a few kisses to your flesh before sucking down on it, causing you to let out a shaky moan. Your legs threaten to give out as hyunjin cups your face in his hands, teasing the opening of your mouth with his tongue for a moment before he kisses you, biting down on your lip delicately. Closing your eyes, you indulge in the feeling of his touch, but before you’re satisfied, he’s pulling away, a small smile playing on his features.

“Shh, you have to be quiet, Minho and Changbin are asleep,” he places a finger on his lips before bowing down to connect his forehead to yours. “You can do that for me, can't you?”

You nod, letting him interlace your fingers as he leads you to his bed, pushing you onto the soft cushions before crawling on top of you. He's quick to remove your clothes, pupils darkening as he takes in the sight of your naked body. You watch impatiently as he presses his lips to your collarbone, sucking on the skin harsh enough to leave a mark and make you whine quietly.

“Gonna show you just how much I missed you, yeah?” he whispers, biting down on your earlobe and you whimper as he runs his finger over your wet folds, creating the tiniest bit of friction.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet while I fuck you, hmm? Wouldn’t want the others to know how much of a slut you are for my cock, now would we?”

You don’t get to reply as Hyunjin pushes two of his fingers inside of you, the feeling of being filled up making you gasp, grabbing at the bedsheets. The sensation is mild, but you still have to bite your lip to suppress any sounds as he rubs his thumb over your clit. He knows exactly what he’s doing, almost bringing you to your orgasm just by fucking you slowly, making sure to hit the right spots with each movement.

You can’t contain your moans anymore as he fucks his fingers into you faster, your pussy clenching around them as sinful sounds escape your mouth and spread across the room, before they’re suddenly muffled by Hyunjin’s hand. Whining against his flesh, you rut your hips up, but he’s already pulling away, delivering a small slap to your clit that makes you let out a breathy moan.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet,” you shiver as he drags his finger up and down your thigh, one hand still clasped over your mouth. “Or is that too hard for you? Can you only think with your pussy?”

And he’s partly right, because you’re already feeling dizzy from his words and actions, and the pool between your legs is only growing by the second. Tears are threatening to fall from your eyes as Hyunjin hovers over you, resuming his previous actions by yet again letting his fingers enter your cunt, stretching you out. You mewl against his hand, moving your hips upward to signalize to him that you want more than just his fingers to fill you up.

“Please, Hyunjin…”

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet?” He asks, before moving his hand from your mouth, delivering another – this time harsher – slap to your clit that makes you squirm, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Yes,” You whine from underneath him.“Yes, I promise I'll be quiet just please, please…”

And that’s all it takes for him to remove his fingers from your hole, putting them in his mouth and cleaning them of your juices. You wait impatiently as he frees himself from his pants and briefs, the sight of his hard cock making your pussy throb in excitement. He positions himself at your entrance, tip of his cock teasing your clit and you bite your lip, trying your best not to make any noise.

The moment he pushes into you, stretching you out in the best way possible, you're throwing your head back in pleasure, letting a quiet moan escape past your lips. He gives you some time to adjust to his size before he thrusts into you deeply, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Hyunjin smiles, seeing how you're a moaning mess even though he hasn't fucked you properly yet.

“You sure you can take my whole cock, baby? Sure it's not too much for that pretty little pussy of yours?”

You only clench around him in response, moaning his name quietly as he starts pistoning into you, thrusts deeper and harder than you had expected. When he finds that one spot that makes your toes curl up in pleasure, you feel dizzy, grabbing onto his shoulders and tightening around his cock like crazy.

You can see he's enjoying this – he'll probably tease you about it later. But you don't care, only focused on the feeling of his big cock inside of you, hitting all the right places with enough force to make your thighs shake.

“Oh, is my baby too fucked out to speak? Too fucked out to care if my friends hear you moaning my name like a slut?”

He can feel your pussy clenching around him at the words, and he smiles triumphantly, pushing his cock into you faster.

“You want to show my friends how much of a cockslut you are, yeah? Want them to know whose pussy this is?”

With his words comes a slap to your clit that makes you whimper softly.

“Go on then, show them how good I’m fucking you.”

And you do, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull at his hair as he speeds up, his thrusts quick and deep, pushing you into the mattress and making the bed creak softly. You can't help but get even more turned on by the fact that Minho or Changbin could walk in on you at any given moment. And maybe you want them to.

“How does it feel, baby? You like having me fill up your pretty little pussy?”

You nod, mumbling out some incoherent response. It’s obvious Hyunjin knows every inch of your body, with the way he's reaching to rub circles on your clit the moment he realizes you're dangerously close to your high. You're moaning loudly now, pussy throbbing with overstimulation as Hyunjin keeps fucking you though your orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” you warn uselessly, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with every deep thrust of his hips.

“Go ahead,” he says, “Cream around my cock, show everyone whose pussy this is, yeah? Does it feel good to have my cock buried inside your cunt, baby?”

You answer his question by moaning his name, juices leaking out of your pussy and onto his cock, your vision blurring at the long awaited orgasm. He continues to chase his own high, soft groans whispered into your ear as he sucks marks onto your neck and collarbones. He reaches his orgasm as you’re recovering from yours, emptying his load into you and admiring the sight of you breathing heavily, eyes closed and pussy stuffed full of his cum.

When you’ve both calmed down, you can feel Hyunjin’s arms wrap themselves around your waist from behind, his lips grazing your shoulder as he mumbles sweet nothings against your skin. You stay like that for a moment – tangled up in each other's limbs, just ravishing in the comfortable silence broken by nothing but your heartbeats – before Hyunjin’s phone buzzes, and he groans as he picks it up, only to find messages sent by his roommates.

Changbin: u guys really didn’t even try to stay quiet did u

Minho: dw abt it, ur gf’s moans are pretty

Minho: kinda offended you didn’t invite us tho

“What is it?” you ask groggily, moving so that your head can rest on Hyunjin's shoulder and you get a better view of his phone screen. He watches your facial expression as you read, clearly sensing the way you get flustered, biting your lip and your breathing hitching for just a moment. And that’s all the reaction he needs before writing back, making sure that you can clearly see it.

Hyunjin: maybe next time

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Lee Minho.

He'd met your brother a few years earlier, since they were both obsessed with dancing. Apparently, Minho was the best dancer on the team. Not that it came as a surprise when Chan brought it up at the dining table later that evening. You had already come to the conclusion that Lee Minho was god's favorite, and, consequently, good at everything he did.

He also lived only a few houses away from you and Chan, as it turned out. Basically a neighbor, your mom had commented when he revealed his address and you nodded along – did this mean you'd get to see him often?

That question was answered fairly quickly as Chan assured everyone they'd spend most of their time at Minho's house instead – so as not to disturb anyone, he had said. Oh, what a caring brother you had. At that moment you wanted to strangle him to death. Didn't he understand that Lee Minho was the most handsome boy you'd ever seen in your life? 

Or maybe he did understand, and that whole 'staying away from the Bang residency' thing was intentional because he, being the logical sibling, knew that if you happened to fall in love with his best friend, everything would become really awkward. 

Which, yeah, sure, makes sense. Lee Minho is, after all, your brother's best friend. You shouldn't like him, and he shouldn't like you.

Having gathered that information, it’s pretty obvious that there is just no fucking way that you have a chance with him. 

Right?

—

Two pm. That’s when his dancing lessons start. You haven’t memorized his schedule or anything – you’re not a creep, obviously – you know this solely because your brother shares that class with him. Yeah. It has nothing to do with the fact that you enjoy every second you can spend outside the dance hall, able to let your stare rest on Minho without seeming desperate. Because if there’s anything you dread more than him not paying attention to you, it’s him thinking of you as Chan’s pathetic little sister. 

It’s fun watching him dance. He’s so good at it that it’s mesmerizing, his movements clean and gaze focused as he learns the choreography way quicker than the rest of the dancers. It’s no secret that he’s better than them, yet it doesn’t seem to bother them. Maybe it shouldn’t bother you, either. If only him being out of your league was the only problem. But it isn’t, so you decide not to think about it anymore, and rather focus on the homework in front of you as you wait for your brother to finish class.

Except it’s very hard to take your eyes off someone who looks like him at that very moment – shirt sweaty and sticking to his body, accentuating his arms a little too well. You almost choke on air as he thrusts his hips forward – something that surely is a part of the choreography but shouldn’t be, because it makes you bite your lip and press your thighs together, thinking that you wouldn’t have anything against having those pretty hands of his wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you like that. 

You sigh and look away when they stop dancing, mentally slapping yourself. You've gone completely crazy, developing a crush on your brother's best friend, that's for sure.

“Hey, did you wait long?” You hear your brother’s voice to your right and you turn around to face him, pushing away your previous thoughts as your eyes land on his frame.

It takes all of your mental strength not to scream when you see that Chan isn’t the only person headed towards you as he leaves class, but that he’s accompanied by none other than Lee Minho – the guy whose dick you were thinking about just a minute ago. Shit, that’s just your luck isn’t it? Obviously, he just had to be here, and obviously, the one time you wish he wouldn’t pay attention to you, he does. You try your best not to look too caught off guard as you feel your face heat up from the way Minho’s eyes are set on you, cursing the world for the awful timing.

“You’re coming with us?” You blurt out in his direction, forcing your gaze to stay away from the way his soaked through white shirt allows you to see everything underneath and to focus on looking him right in the eye. Which is hard enough by itself, because his stare is so strong you fear your legs will give out from underneath you. 

“Yeah,” He says, and you swear his voice has gotten even more attractive since you heard him last. “Is that a problem?” 

“Of course not,” Chan answers for you. “We just need to finish practicing the choreo. We’ll be outside anyway, so we won’t bother you, right, Y/N?”

“Right.”

You’re quick to gather your things, relieved that when your eyes land on Minho’s frame again, he’s no longer looking at you, his face stoic like it usually is. The three of you head towards the bus stop, and you’re happy that it arrives after less than a minute, certain that this is an opportunity to sit somewhere where you can silently admire the dancer without him catching your stare. Unfortunately for you, the bus is packed with people eager to get home and there are no sitting spots available, forcing the three of you to squeeze your way through the crowd and into a corner.

You feel goosebumps spread across your skin as Minho’s shoulder accidentally brushes over yours, clutching your bag a little harder and biting your lip. It’s so unfamiliar, having him this close to you, so close that you can hear his breathing. You’re sure that if you moved only a little to the left, you’d be able to hear his heartbeat, too. A small gasp leaves your mouth as the bus abruptly moves, making you almost lose your balance. Thankfully, you manage to grab the handle above your head to steady yourself before you trip. 

It takes you a total of two and a half seconds to realize it’s the same handle that Minho’s holding. It takes you another three to realize you’re literally holding onto his fucking hand, that your skin is in contact with Lee Minho’s skin.

Holy shit.

You retrieve your hand so fast that you didn’t even know you could react that quickly, and it feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as you look everywhere just not in his direction. Did he notice that? Of course he did, how could he not? You held onto his hand, for fuck’s sake! And even if he didn’t care about that, he surely must’ve raised a brow at how you reacted to the physical contact. Like a crazy person. God, there is just no way you can ever look him in the eye after this. 

The rest of the ride you just keep your eyes planted to the floor, hoping you don't look as embarrassed as you feel. 

“We’re here,” You hear Chan say after a while, more to his friend than to you.

You wait for them to go first, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself, but your plan fails the moment Minho turns around in the doorway, looking at you expectantly. “You coming?” 

This time, as you’re walking past him, you make sure not to let your shoulder come in contact with his, but it doesn’t change the way your skin tingles when you meet his gaze for a split second. God, it’s going to be a long walk home. 

Fortunately for you, there’s a limit to how long a three hundred meters walk can last, and so after a couple of minutes, you’ve arrived. You waste no time going up to your room while Chan and Minho stay downstairs. The moment you enter the room it feels like you can finally breathe. 

Sitting down by the window, you calm yourself down, for the first time in your life happy to be away from your brother’s annoyingly hot best friend. You even manage to forget him for a while, almost too caught up in your homework to notice the two boys practicing on the lawn beneath your window. Almost.

In your defense, Minho’s impossible not to notice. You catch a glimpse of him – brows furrowed and forehead glistening in sweat – and it’s enough to make you admire him shamelessly from where you’re sitting, homework long forgotten. He dances with Chan for a while, explaining the moves to him and adjusting his shoulders when they’re positioned wrong, and it makes you wish you were in his place right now – having Minho’s fingers touch your skin, his attention set on you and not your godforsaken brother. Then, your eyes follow him as he leaves Chan alone, moving to where his bag lies and taking something out of it.

You can see the muscles on his arm flex as he opens his water bottle, before bringing it to his lips and throwing his head back to drink. Your mouth waters at the sight of his exposed neck and the veins on his fingers that are gripping the bottle tightly. It’s shameful how easy he can get you worked up – a throb forming in between your legs already, despite the action being quite unharmful. To anyone who doesn’t fantasize about him, obviously. Which excludes you.

Your heart gets caught up in your throat when you catch Minho smirking up at you, his eyes looking directly into yours and you’re frozen in place for a second, unsure of what to do with yourself. Finally, you tear your gaze away from him, utterly embarrassed for what seems like the nth time today. 

—

Nothing can top the relief you feel when Minho announces he's heading home after spending a good two hours at your and Chan's house. Unfortunately, he also promises to be back tomorrow after your brother’s swimming practice, so that they can perfect the choreography. (Which is, by the way, so unnecessary, because you've seen Minho dance and that choreography needs no more perfecting on his end.) Usually, you wouldn't have minded at all, but after today's humiliating incidents you'd prefer not to face him in the nearest future. But as usual, the world doesn't really listen to your wishes.

Actually, the world must hate you, absolutely fucking despise you, because the next day Minho manages to arrive too early, knocking on the door a whole hour before Chan's practice is supposed to end. 

“I’m not interested!” You shout as you hear a fist banging against your door, your first thought being that the person outside is some kind of salesman.

“You’re not interested? Aw, why not?” 

You freeze hearing his voice, eyes widening in shock. What. The. Fuck? Why is he here so early? Surely your brother must’ve told him when he’d be home, and you knew Minho wasn’t one to just forget things. Another thing that declared you fucked right now because there was just no way he hadn’t taken pride in the way he caught you staring at him yesterday. But, you had to open the door or you’d never hear the end of it. Besides, Minho already knew you were home since you’d recklessly shouted at him. Shit, you should’ve just stayed quiet. But who knows, maybe you’d gotten lucky and he had actually forgotten when your brother's practice ended, so he’d just leave and come back later. 

“My brother’s not home until seven,” You say the moment you open the door, met with his signature smirk and his hands buried in the pockets of his perfectly fitting jeans. “You’re early.”

“Really?” The way he says it makes you feel like it doesn’t really surprise him. His smirk widens as he eyes you up and down, and you feel very exposed as his gaze falls first on your lips and then slides down to your cleavage, where they linger a little too long than they should. “My bad, I thought he said six. Mind if I wait here meanwhile?” 

He doesn’t really wait for your response, walking past you and into the house like it’s his own, his shoulder brushing over yours just like yesterday. You roll your eyes at him while closing the door as you see him throw his backpack onto the couch you were peacefully sitting on just a few moments ago. He makes himself at home, turning on the tv and putting his arms behind his neck. You can’t help but notice that he looks hot like this, relaxed and sprawled out on your couch. 

But it doesn't matter. He's here for your brother, not you. So you turn your back to him and walk into the kitchen under the excuse of making food, yet in reality, just doing anything so you won't have to look at his stupidly handsome face. 

“You do realize Chan’s not gonna be home for another hour, right?” You say as you start cutting up some fruit. 

“Yeah, why?” You hear Minho chuckle from the couch, and you can almost feel the way his stare is set on you. “Can’t handle my presence?” 

“Didn’t say that. I’m just saying you might get bored.”

You’re so focused on keeping your eyes on the food in front of you that you don’t even notice Minho has walked into the kitchen, before you feel his warm breath fan against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart jumps in your chest and you turn around to face him in reflex. It's embarrassing how loud you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and that sensation is only heightened as he smiles down on you, faces closer to each other than they’ve ever been. 

“Do you find this boring?”

His voice is raspy, with a hint of amusement in it as he lets his hand graze your skin when he brushes your hair out of your face. You suck in a breath, silently cursing your heart for almost beating out of your chest at such a small gesture and hoping to god your flustered state went unnoticed by the boy. But is there really a possibility of anything going unnoticed when two people are in such close proximity? 

Do you find this boring? Such a stupid question to ask. Listening to your heartbeat would be enough to answer it. Looking into your wide eyes would be enough to answer it. Watching how your body reacts to his touch would be enough to answer it. The answer is out in the open for him to see, and you know he sees it. And surprisingly, it doesn’t make you want to run and hide. Sure, it makes you nervous as fuck – having him look at you like that, so intently, yet so carefully – but it doesn’t make you want to run. If anything, it makes you want to stay. 

“No,” You say, uselessly. “I don’t.” 

A smile spreads itself across his lips. Not a smirk, a smile. And oh god, do you feel weak in the knees when he looks at you like that. You want to say something more – hear him talk about himself or maybe ask for his number. It doesn’t even matter, really, you just want to hear his voice, and feel his touch like you did a few moments ago. He’s waiting for you to say something, you can see it in the way his eyes are glancing between your eyes and lips, and it makes you wonder whether he’s thinking of kissing you. Or if he’d kiss you if you asked him to. 

“I…” You trail off, breath caught up in your throat as Minho leans closer to you, tilting his head to the side slightly. He’s so close that you can smell him now, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, and it makes you feel even more intoxicated with him. You’ve smelt his perfume before as he walked by, but this is different. This time, his face is millimeters away from yours as he licks his lips and you swear he’s doing it on purpose just to set you off. And you have to admit it’s working. 

“You…?” His tone is teasing, while his touch is featherlight as he lets his fingers graze your bare shoulder – seemingly innocent, but you know he’s doing it just to see you shiver in excitement. And you do even more so when his hand drops to your thigh, causing you to suck in a breath loudly before you can stop yourself. You can see a small smirk forming on his lips at your actions, and you’re about to say something to defend yourself when you hear the front door open, making you jump slightly.

“I’m home!”

Minho doesn’t even flinch hearing your brother’s voice, his eyelids half closed as his gaze still rests on you, hot breath hitting your lips as he awaits your next move. And it’s half relieved, half frustrated that you turn away from him, walking a couple of feet away so it looks natural. What the hell just happened? You're left to ponder that question as your brother walks into the room and you hear him and Minho talking. 

Even as he's speaking with Chan, he doesn't fail to meet your gaze when you let it linger on his frame for a little too long. And it’s in defeat that you realize there are butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he sends you a subtle wink. 

—

School is hell, but it’s even worse when you catch yourself staring at your brother’s best friend way too many times. Especially since he seems to catch you doing it, too. 

You swear he’s everywhere. In the hallway when you’re walking to class, sitting by a nearby table when you’re in the cafeteria eating lunch and walking out of the building exactly when you’re sitting outside, peacefully reading a book. You just can’t escape him and the amused look he sends you every time he sees your gaze land on his frame. 

And while it probably doesn’t even look like he’s paying you any attention to bypassers, you’ve grown to know him enough to tell that it’s not accidentally that he lifts up his shirt to wipe his sweat exactly as you’re walking by the football field. Or maybe it is an accident and you’re just delusional. Either way, it’s embarrassing how something like that is enough to make your face grow hot and turn your gaze anywhere else than him and his stupidly pretty face.

After all that, it’s obvious that what you want the most is to get some peace and finally be able to breathe freely without thinking of Lee Minho. Which is why you head towards one of the less crowded places on campus when your classes finish, sitting down on a bench and taking out your book that you’ve barely begun reading due to all the recent events. However, you’re not able to relish in the silence for too long before you hear a voice behind you, catching you off guard.

“What book are you reading?”

“What?” You ask, turning around to look Minho in the eyes and being met with a hint of curiosity in them. 

“I asked you what book you’re reading,” He repeats, leaning his arm on the bench like he didn’t just scare the living shit out of you. “You were so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice me, so it must be good, right?”

“Not really, it’s my chemistry book. Didn't have anything better to do than study anyway.”

You’re kind of surprised when Minho lets out a snort of laughter at your words, and you realize it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh while talking to you. You could get used to that, actually – hearing him laugh. The way his eyes light up when he does it makes you feel weirdly happy, it’s like he actually enjoys your presence. Oh god, you really hope he does. You really hope that he doesn’t look at you like Chan’s annoying little sister, because that would completely ruin everything.

“Anyway, I came to ask you whether you want to grab a coffee with me,” He says, a smile still planted onto his face. “Pretty sure that's more entertaining than studying for your chemistry exam.”

“Sure,” For a second, your face lights up, but then it falters again. “Not sure Chan would want me there, though. Wouldn’t wanna ruin his time with his friends.”

“I never mentioned anything about Chan, though, did I?”

You open your mouth to reply and then close it again when he pokes your cheek with his finger. It’s so unexpected that your eyes go wide – so wide you’re afraid you might look like a fish or something – but it also doesn’t last long, because one blink of your eyes later his finger is gone and you’re left face to face with the most handsome boy in the world. He’s very close to you – did he lean forward or were just too busy staring at every inch of him to notice that he was this close to you all along? 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He tilts his head to the side with a smirk, and you avert your gaze immediately, making him chuckle. What a nuisance, you think to yourself. You want him so bad it hurts. “Come on, let’s go before the high schoolers take all the best spots.”

You must look a little unconvinced, because he soon speaks again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t get boring.”

And he winks – something that makes your heart drop to your stomach and screams at you that this is a bad idea, considering how he’s your brother’s best friend. 

But you don’t really get to think that through because suddenly, he’s walking away with his bag thrown over his shoulder, and you pick up your things in an instant and jog up to him, like you weren’t just considering going home a minute ago. You still make an effort to scoff really loudly as you catch up with him just so he doesn’t think that little wink had any impact on you, but he chooses to ignore it, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he crosses the road. 

Chan would totally freak out if he saw you right now, you think to yourself, walking into a dimly lit cafe side by side with his best friend. Why exactly are you doing this again? You look at Minho and he flashes you a smile that makes you want to cry into a pillow. Ah. That's why you're doing this. 

“I’ll have an americano,” Minho tells the waitress a few minutes later from where you're sitting by a table in the corner of the cafe. “And you?”

The waitress is looking at you expectantly, but your eyes are set on Minho and his t-shirt that looks a little too small and hugs his muscles a little too well. He’s wearing piercings, too – one in his right ear and two in his left. He doesn’t wear them when he dances, so you’ve never really seen him with them on. They suit him. A little too much. 

“Iced latte,” You say mindlessly as Minho asks again, and you can see him raise a brow at your lack of responsiveness. The waitress walks away, and before Minho can ask you what you were thinking about, you ask a question to fill the silence. “Don’t you have dancing lessons today?”

Dumb question. You know he doesn’t have any dancing lessons today. And from how he’s looking at you, it’s not hard to tell he knows it’s a stupid question. God, this is like your first time speaking to him one on one and here you are, embarrassing yourself to no end. 

“You know I don’t,” One corner of his lips quirk up in amusement. “Me and your brother have the same schedule.”

“How come I need to remember everything about his schedule?” You mumble under your breath, fiddling with your fingers because you’re 99 percent sure Minho now thinks you’re just his best friend’s helpless little sister that has a hopeless crush on him. Which you are. But still. If you appear so nervous all the time you’re never going to get that dick.

Right as you’re about to seduce him with your charms, a waiter gives you your drinks. He’s handsome, with sharp eyes and a kind smile. Probably would have landed a role in a kdrama had he tried. When he flashes his pearl white teeth in your direction, it’s like you can’t hold back from smiling back. 

“Here are your drinks.” 

He puts them on the table and smiles wider at you, almost completely ignoring Minho. It makes you giggle, and he winks at you in return, but then, as the waiter retracts his hand from the table, he manages to push the teaspoon lying next to Minho’s coffee cup onto the floor by accident. Seeing his sorry expression, you’re quick to squat down on the floor to pick it up, but it seems like he’s got the same plan – your hands touch as you both reach for the fallen spoon. 

For a second, you’re waiting for that electric feeling to surge through you and for your whole body to grow hot like it did when you touched Minho’s hand in the bus, but when that sensation doesn’t come, you just smile at the waiter instead and hand him the spoon.

“Thank you,” He smiles and lets his eyes fan over your face and dip down to your body. “Is this your first time coming here? I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing such a pretty girl here before.”

You can tell the waiter’s interested in you, and so, upon noticing Minho’s expressionless gaze from where he’s sitting on his chair, you opt to take this as an opportunity to mess with him a little. Why should you be the only one chasing after him, after all? 

“Yeah, it’s my first time,” You blink up at the waiter, letting your fingers trace up his arm until they reach the collar of his shirt. “If it wasn’t, I surely would’ve remembered seeing such a handsome waiter.” 

Your eyes meet his and you smile in an overly cute way, letting your finger trail over his jaw before you place it back in your lap. He grins and extends his hand to help you stand up, and you make sure to stand on your tippy toes to press a small kiss to his cheek as a thank you. You can feel Minho’s gaze on you and it’s with great willpower that you hold back the smile threatening to take over your features. 

“I finish work in an hour,” It’s the waiter speaking – it’s hard not to look in Minho’s direction, but you hold out, ‘accidentally’ fixing your shirt so more of your cleavage is exposed. And surely, it works, because the waiter’s eyes widen just slightly as they dip down to take in the exposed skin. “Do you want to come over and watch a movie with me?”

You can’t keep yourself from doing it anymore, so you look at Minho – only to be met with his eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side in inquiry. Bingo. 

With a sweet smile, you grab at the waiter’s arm. “I’d love to.”

As he walks away, you sit down in front of Minho with a satisfied smile, sipping your drink innocently. And you wait. You wait for three seconds, then four. Seconds turn into a minute, but Minho's still sipping his drink like nothing happened. It’s only when the cup is empty that he looks up at you, licking his lips – which, by the way, makes him look ten times hotter than before, if that’s even possible. 

He leans forward and his knee touches yours – whether that is on purpose or not, you don’t know, but it makes you jump up slightly in surprise. 

“So, are you proud of yourself?” 

He asks this question casually, but the tone of his voice makes your heart beat faster against your chest. You’re not sure what he means or if he’s jealous at all – his eyes hold an unreadable expression and the heat of his leg against your bare thigh from under the table is enough to send your mind into overdrive. It’s safe to say that you’re not able to think straight right now, and his piercing stare doesn’t help much – instead of making you want to concentrate on answering, it makes you want to jump his bones. So, to minimize the rates of embarrassing yourself completely, you opt for a question to answer his question.

“Huh?”

Minho’s lips quirk upwards in a smirk and he shakes his head, smiling to himself for a second. Then, he pulls out his wallet and puts money on the table. He’s getting ready to leave. The moment he gets up to leave, you do the same, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you how his eyes fan down to your legs, even if only for a moment. You quickly make your way to his side and he looks down on you with a hint of amusement in his gaze. 

“You really put on a show back there,” He says, finally answering your question. Your heart beats faster at that – so he did notice. Upon seeing your expression, Minho chuckles softly. “Poor guy probably thinks you’re coming over later.”

“What do you mean? I am coming over.”

He stops walking right outside the entrance to the cafe and turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised. The exit doesn’t immediately lead you to the main road, but rather a side alley surrounded by three brick walls and an opening towards the main square that you still haven’t walked through. This means you and him are still in a pretty excluded area – you look around for a second, but the only sign of life nearby is the sound of some people talking inside of the cafe you just left –  and, somehow, that makes his gaze feel much harder than it normally would feel as he stares you down. 

You’re nervous, that’s for sure, but probably not in the way you should be. 

What you should be worried about right now is that you’re in an empty alleyway with your best friend’s brother, who could turn out to be a serial killer or something. (No, he couldn’t – this is Minho we’re talking about. The guy who has three cats and cares for them like they’re his children.) But the only thing you’re thinking about right now is how sharp Minho’s jawline is, and how maybe he’d fuck you against this wall if you asked nicely. 

“No, you’re not,” He says and you’re suddenly brought back to reality. You’re about to object to his claim – excuse him, why is he not buying your act? – but before you get to do that, he takes a step forward and backs you against the wall, resting his hand on the brick wall just above your head. “You really think I don’t know you did that to get my attention, kitten?” 

Oh. Your hearts speed up to an inhuman pace and you almost forget to breathe for a moment there as you feel his breath on your face, his nose mere centimeters away from your own. 

“I didn’t-” 

He doesn’t really cut you off, but his fingers ghosting over your jaw are enough to make you stop talking. You feel your heart beating so loudly you’re afraid Minho might hear it when he leans even closer to push your hair away from your face and whisper in your ear. 

“You’re a little bit of an attention whore, aren’t you? If you wanted me to fuck you this bad, you could’ve just said so.” 

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment – both from how you totally just made a fool out of yourself and from you can feel your panties start to soak through just at his words. Well, maybe not just his words, because the way you can see his arm muscles if you look a little to the left definitely helps. But now you’re just making excuses. 

“Don’t worry, it’s kind of cute how much you’re willing to do to get my attention.” 

Minho’s eyes fall down to your lips and you swallow hard. Is he going to kiss you right now? His hand moves to stroke your cheek and you close your eyes, awaiting him to connect his lips to yours. It’s like an eternity has passed before you feel his mouth lips against the corner of your mouth – touching you so softly you’re not even sure it really happened before the sound of your phone ringing fills the alleyway and he pulls away. 

Fucking phone. You grab it a little too fast, scoffing as you see the caller ID. Of course it’s your fucking brother, who else would manage to call you just when you were kissing Lee fucking Minho? 

“What?” You ask probably a little too harshly upon picking up, and you can hear Minho chuckle quietly from where he’s standing. 

“Wow, no need to lash out on me like that,” He says in response and you roll your eyes, because clearly, there is a need – one that you don’t get to fulfill exactly because of this goddamn conversation. “Can you come home? Dinner’s ready and mom wants us to eat together for once.”

“I need to come right now? Seriously?” It’s not your intention to come off as whiny, but who can really blame you? 

“Yes, seriously,” Chan sighs into the phone. “What are you doing that you can't come?”

That question makes your blood pressure skyrocket. “Nothing. I'm not doing anything at all. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?”

And you hang up without waiting for an answer. 

“You should get going,” You hear Minho’s voice and turn around to face him. His hands are in his pockets again and his hair is falling into his forehead. You have an urge to walk over to him and push the hair away from his face, but you resist it. “Wouldn’t wanna upset your brother too much. Considering you’re already hitting on his best friend.”

The smirk he sends you makes your heart do a dozen flips inside of your chest. 

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

And you start the walk home with a smile tugging at your lips and butterflies swarming in your stomach. 

—

“Minho is what?” You almost scream at your brother when he tells you his plans in a casual tone – like he isn’t ruining your life. 

“Sleeping over,” Chan repeats – like you asked him because you didn’t hear – raising a brow in confusion. “I don’t see how that’s a problem? We won’t bother you, I swear.”

Well, maybe you won’t, but Minho will, you think to yourself. You’re completely certain that he’ll do everything in his power to tease you somehow, especially after that day at the cafe… But you're only complaining for show, because really, you don't mind him bothering you. At all. If anyone were listening to your heartbeat right now, they’d have no problem in confirming that your heart speeds up at the mere thought of spending time with Lee Minho.

“Okay, then,” You sigh. “When is he coming?”

You’re totally not asking so you can run back to your room and only appear after Minho’s arrived so it doesn’t look like you’ve been waiting for him. Nope. You’d never go that far just for a boy you’re not even supposed to like. Like, how stupid would that be? 

“He’s coming about…” Chan pauses as the doorbell rings and your whole body tenses up. “Now.”

You’re about to run up the stairs to your room and hide, but, instead of being a normal human being and waiting for someone to open the door, Minho lets himself in and walks into the house before you can even take a step. 

He looks hot (as always), with his hair and jacket wet – is it raining? you didn’t even know – and blue jeans around his hips. It should be illegal to look this good. He’s holding a bag in one hand, brushing his hair away from his face with the other, and you don’t even realize you’re staring until he rests his eyes on you and flashes you a smile that has you weak in the knees. 

“Hey,” He says in your direction, letting his fingers brush over your hand as he walks inside. 

Your eyes drift to the right to see whether Chan reacts to how his best friend is paying you attention all of a sudden, but even if he did notice anything, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he takes Minho’s bag and tells him to follow him upstairs. 

“I’ll just get some water first,” Minho replies and your brother nods, walking off to his room, leaving you alone with his best friend who turns his attention to you immediately. “You’re not gonna say hi?”

“Hi,” Somehow, even greeting him makes your stomach do a hundred flips, and the way he's looking at you doesn't help, either. His eyes trail up and down your body, sending shivers down your spine, before he meets your stare again. “Why are you staying here all of a sudden? You've known my brother for a few years, but you've never slept over before.”

It's true what you're saying – he's never stayed past midnight, and even those times were rare. Your statement doesn’t surprise Minho, it seems, because he only tilts his head to the side with a smile. 

“Really? I haven't?”

The way he says it makes you certain he’s aware of it already, but you nod anyway. “You told Chan there's no point in sleeping over when you can just meet up early the next day.”

He takes a step in your direction and you swear your heart could beat out of your chest at this rate. Damn Minho and his ability to always catch you off guard… Though maybe the crush you have on him also plays a small part in how you react to every bit of attention he shows you. His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and instead of retracting it, he lets it rest against your cheek. 

His lips quirk upwards in a soft smirk. “Hmm, it's almost as if someone made me change my mind.”

You’re about to respond – actually, correction, you’re about to grab his collar and kiss him until you can’t breathe – but then Chan’s voice comes from above and makes you jump in surprise.

“You coming, bro?”

Fuck. Him. Why does he always have to ruin the moment? Upon seeing your annoyed expression, Minho chuckles and you only glare at him in response – why is he so calm when you’re dying to feel his skin on yours? 

“Yeah, coming!” He shouts to your brother, before looking at you again with a wide grin. “Don’t be so impatient, we have plenty of time, remember?” 

And just like that, he leaves for Chan’s room, letting the image of his smile make itself at home inside of your head. But really, you wish it didn’t, because now you’re starting to think this little crush might be more than just that. 

—

The next few hours pass by rather normally. 

Chan and Minho stay in your brother’s room, and you occupy the living room, watching K-dramas and eating noodles. It’s a solid distraction from the fact that Minho’s here – actually, after a while you’ve practically forgotten about him, more focused on the fact that you need to use the bathroom exactly when the most exciting part of the episode is playing. It seems fate hasn’t really been on your side lately. 

Resigned, you pause the TV and head for the bathroom upstairs (the one downstairs smells like the way-too-big amount of cologne your brother sprays on every morning and it makes you want to puke), because really, what else can you do? When you reach the last steps, you can hear music flowing through the speakers in Chan’s room, meaning they’re both in there still. Great, you won’t have to worry about the fact that your hair’s a mess from lying down on the couch. 

At least that's what you think as you open the door to the bathroom, only for your eyes to widen when they land on Minho’s bare chest. 

It takes your brain approximately five seconds to realize what is going on – how you just walked in on Lee Minho changing. Your words get lost in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you – Minho’s raised brows, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his muscles on display for you to see, making it impossible to look away. Not that you want to. He looks so hot that it has heat forming between your thighs, and you wish he would stop teasing you and make your dreams of him fucking you come true instead. 

“The way you’re looking at me is making me think you walked in here on purpose, kitten.” 

“What?” You shake your head vigorously, feeling your face heat up at Minho’s words. “No, I just- I didn’t know you were here and-” 

“I’m just joking,” He cuts you off with a smile. You can’t help but smile, too, when he walks over to you and pulls you closer by your shoulders, leaning his face down so your noses touch. “Relax.” 

And, weirdly enough, you do. Even with his mouth mere millimeters away from yours, you don’t feel like running away. You let yourself admire him for a little longer, and use Chan being busy in his room as an excuse to do so. His lips are just barely parted, eyes fully open as they reflect the light above his head, and you really want to kiss him. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question slips past your lips before you can even think twice about it. 

It takes him a while to answer – his gaze drops to your lips before he looks into your eyes again, and you swear your whole body is on fire when his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Gently. Softly. It’s different than earlier, the way he’s looking at you. Someone looking at the scene from outside, someone that didn’t know Lee Minho, might’ve mistaken his gaze for a sense of surprise or nervousness, but when you looked at him and he looked at you, it was obvious he wanted to kiss you just as badly as you wanted to kiss him. 

“Yeah,” He replies finally.

Your heart jumps at that, and while you’re busy figuring out how to calm down and actually kiss him like you had intended, Minho takes the matter into his own hands. Literally. 

His fingers grab at your jaw as he leans down and connects his lips to yours – fully, this time, nowhere near as gently as he did in front of the cafe. You’re unable to move at first, eyes closed as you focus on the feeling of his mouth moving against your own. He pulls you flush against his body, hand grabbing at your hip and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer – until you feel the warmth from his chest as you’re pressed up against it. 

Your hands wander down to his stomach and trace his muscles, mouth parting in a soft smile when he shivers. Minho takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, groaning quietly as he gets lost in the taste of you – and at the same time making you think that sound might just be the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

He pulls away to breathe, eyes scanning your face – shimmering in the light. But that only lasts a short moment, before he kisses you again, hands on your waist as he pushes you against the door to the bathroom. Faintly, you can hear the music grow louder from Chan's room, but it doesn't matter, none of it does, because you're here, kissing Lee Minho like your life depends on it. And to some degree, you suppose it does. 

Minho’s hands move from your waist to slip under your shirt and you shiver when his fingers brush over your stomach – it's the first time he's touching you like this and it has your whole mind going into overdrive. He must notice the effect he has on you because you hear him chuckle quietly against your neck when his lips move to suck marks into the skin right below your ear. You bury your hands in his hair and tug on it when his tongue swipes over the spots that have you shivering in delight.

“Shit, want you so bad, kitten,” Minho purrs against your cheek before he pulls away, and his words make the heat between your legs even more unbearable. 

His eyes are darkened, hands moving a little lower and grazing your hip. God, he really knows how to drive you crazy. The corners of his lips quirk upwards when you shiver, his smirk showing he's satisfied with the effect he has on you. And there's not really anything you can do to prove him wrong because you're going crazy with every little touch of his. 

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him again, but as soon as his lips touch yours, you hear footsteps shuffling and someone knocks on the door. It takes all of your strength not to let out a startled gasp when Chan speaks up.

“Minho, bro, you done there?”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, eyes widened, but Minho seems totally unfazed, even letting out a small chuckle that earns him a push when he sees your expression. 

“Yeah, I'll be out in a minute,” He says and you hear Chan walk off, letting you breathe.

“What are you so nervous about?” Minho asks and you glare at him.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm scared my brother will catch me making out with his best friend in the bathroom?”

He smiles and suddenly, you're not annoyed anymore. Not even when he walks away from you to get his clothes, though that isn't the ideal turn of events. If it were up to you, you would sit with him in this bathroom for the remainder of the day, letting him fluster and tease you all he wants. 

“You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me, by the way,” His voice brings you back to reality, and you observe as he puts his shirt on, just a tad bit too intently watching the way his abdominal muscles flex as he does so. “Just so you know.”

“For future reference?” You can’t hold back the smile that creeps onto your face, and your heart skips a beat when he mirrors your expression. He grabs the clothes he changed out of and slings them over his shoulder as he walks over to you and rests his forehead against yours. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Your breath speeds up as his hand slips under your shirt again, fingers stroking your skin softly. His eyes are hooded, lips glistening as he licks them, and then, suddenly, he’s leaning in and his lips just barely touch yours. It’s short, and delicate, you don’t even get to close your eyes before the sensation is gone and his hand is on the doorknob. Right, he needs to leave, or it’s going to raise suspicions.

“See you later, kitten,” He says and you pout, making him poke your cheek with his finger. “Don’t miss me too much.” 

“Why would I miss you?” 

He only chuckles in response and leaves with a wink sent your way. One that has butterflies swarming in your stomach as you wait in the bathroom for a couple minutes. How annoying of him to act like that. Guess there’s no way to hide your crush on him anymore. Though you suppose pretending like you weren’t dreaming about him touching you left the picture the moment you flirted with that waiter to make him jealous. Or, maybe, it was already out of the picture that day he came over too early and you felt yourself melt under his gaze. 

Or maybe it was all over for you when he arrived today and you realized that you were in too deep. Realized that your eyes don’t only widen when you see Minho’s abs, but also when you see his eyes, his hair, his smile. Realized you like watching him dance not because he looks hot, but because he looks happy. 

Realized you’re in love with Lee Minho, and there’s no turning back.

—

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

Minho’s voice makes you jump from where you're half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, watching some drama wrapped up in a blanket. It's way past midnight, but you're not feeling sleepy at all – whether that is because of the kdrama or the fact that Minho is staying over at your house, you're not sure, though the latter seems more likely. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” You say as he walks closer, your eyes lingering on his sweats and shirt a little too long for it to be considered appropriate. “Are you trying to sneak out or something?” 

“Why would I sneak out? Am I being held hostage?”

“You came here out of free will, so no,” You smile at him and he chuckles, eyes crinkling. It’s dark, and his face is partially hidden, much to your distaste, so you pat the spot next to you, looking at him expectantly. “Come sit.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and for a moment, you’re scared he won’t sit down. But then he plops down on your left, hand resting on your thigh that is covered with the blanket and making your heart bang against your chest. You didn’t expect him to sit this close to you, and you’re certain it’s showing from the way Minho smirks at you when you meet his gaze. In response you scoff – as if that’s going to hide the way your whole body is heating up – and let your head fall down on his shoulder. When you focus on the tv again, the drama you were watching suddenly doesn’t seem very entertaining anymore. Not to mention the main lead suddenly doesn’t seem handsome at all.

Minho doesn’t say anything for a while, and so you try to convince yourself this is just a normal movie night with one of your friends. Except your friends don’t smell like cologne for men, nor do their hands rest on your thigh when you watch a movie. And, most importantly, your friends don’t make your heart beat faster and your legs turn to jelly without even saying a word. It’s alright, though, at least that’s what you tell yourself when you hear Minho shuffling next to you, blood pressure skyrocketing from this mere reminder of his presence. 

Though that is in no way comparable to how you jump in surprise when Minho’s hand slips under your blanket instead, brushing over your bare thigh. Suddenly, you’ve forgotten how to think, your skin burning from the light touch. At least until Minho retracts his hand from your body with a worried look on his face. 

“Are you oka-” 

You don’t let him finish, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your thigh with a pout. He looks at you for a moment and then his face contorts into that ridiculously hot smirk of his as he squeezes your thigh. You try your best to muffle the whimper that’s threatening to slip past your lips, but that only results in some kind of choked sound leaving your mouth – making Minho’s smile widen in amusement. 

“Oh, so you did miss me,” He says and you’re about to protest, but he leans forward and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading goosebumps all over your skin when he murmurs against it. “Didn’t you?” 

“Mhm,” You mumble when his lips just barely brush over your neck, already making it hard to focus on the TV screen in front of you. 

Minho’s hand squeezes your thigh again as he drags his nose up to your jaw and presses a soft kiss to your skin. You shiver in anticipation, eyes fighting to stay open. There’s not much fighting left to do, though, because your gaze is already unfocused and when Minho presses another kiss against your neck, you lean your head to the side to grant him better access without thinking twice about it. Upon feeling Minho’s smile against your skin when he moves further down your neck you think that maybe you shouldn’t have given in so easily. 

Those thoughts vanish from your mind as quickly as they came when he moves his hand further up your thigh – your skin tingling where he touches you, chest heaving with each breath as your panties slowly start to soak through. His lips find that one spot that makes you press your thighs together and sucks marks into it, fingers moving in circles that, annoyingly enough, don't move towards the spot you need them to be. 

“What was that?” 

He’s referring to how you didn’t answer his question, you realize a few seconds later than you probably should have. If he’s making you forget how to think by just kissing you, how will you feel when he fucks you? Your pussy throbs with excitement at the very thought of that – at the thought of Minho’s cock deep inside of you, bending you over every surface. 

“Fuck,” You whine as his hand plays with the hem of your shorts. “Yes, I missed you, Minho. Missed you so much.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghost over yours as he pulls your shorts down and you help him discard them somewhere on the floor. You can see how his eyes drop down to look at your legs that you've already spread for him, and when his hand rests on the edge of your panties, you think you're going to go crazy if he doesn't fuck you soon. “I missed you, too, kitten, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Please, Minho,” You beg him shamelessly. “Want you so, so bad.”

His fingers stop fiddling with your underwear and move further down instead, brushing over the thin fabric covering your cunt. You want to rub your thighs together to ease the heat between your legs, but his other hand resting on your thigh doesn’t let you, so you settle on looking at him with pleading eyes instead. 

“I know you do,” He says, pushing his knuckles against your clothed clit, and you let out a choked whimper, your whole body jolting forward to meet his hand. He tuts disapprovingly and delivers a small slap to your throbbing cunt that makes you moan a little too loud. Your heart is hammering against your chest, and it only heightens when Minho’s fingers start rubbing circles into your panties that are soaking wet. “That’s why you were acting like a slut earlier, right? Flirting with that guy. But he doesn’t make you this wet, does he?” 

You shake your head vigorously, but Minho tilts your chin upwards, raising his eyebrows. Urging you to answer verbally, like your mind isn't already going hazy just from how he's rubbing your panties against your pussy.

“No,” You manage to mumble.

“No?”

You shake your head again and in return, Minho presses his finger against your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. His hand holds your hips down when you try to lift them off the couch, but he rubs against you again, watching with a smile as you squirm under his touch. He's barely giving you anything and yet you're going crazy, your arousal dripping through your panties and onto his hand. 

“Minho, please,” You whine at him, your nails digging into his thigh. 

Chuckling, he grabs at your waist and helps you lie down against the arm of the couch so you’re looking up at him from below. He slips his hand into your panties without warning, letting his fingers run through your folds experimentally, the small touch making you shiver. He finds your clit and you let out a soft moan when he rubs circles against it, his other hand leaving your hips to slip under your shirt and grab at your tits. Your back arches, pushing against his hand when his fingers move quicker on your pussy. 

“More, please” You whimper in a tone so desperate it makes Minho’s cock strain against his pants. 

“More?” He asks mockingly. “God, you’re such a fucking slut. Have my fingers on your pussy and you’re still not satisfied?” 

His words make you clench around nothing, a whimper leaving your lips as you buck your hips into his hand. For a moment you’re afraid he’ll pull away or tease you some more, but to your surprise, it seems his patience has worn thin, because he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it and making you let out a choked sob instantly. The corners of his lips lift up in a smirk, but you’re in no state to comment on it when he adds another finger, stretching you out and making every word you’d intended to utter die down in your throat. You’re already feeling full, thoughts all over the place, body shivering in delight as Minho’s fingers tease your nipples. 

When he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out small whimpers of his name, trying your hardest to bite back your moans so nobody hears. 

That task becomes even more difficult when his thumb finds your clit and rubs calculated circles into it, your cunt clenching around his fingers with each thrust. You’re embarrassingly wet, leaking onto his hand, and embarrassingly close to cumming when you tear your eyes away from his hand and look at his face – eyebrows furrowed in concentration, arm muscles flexed right in front of your face. He must notice you’re looking at him, because his gaze moves to yours and he smirks upon seeing your expression, pumping his fingers into you fast enough to make your thighs shake and your back to arch. 

“Minho, I-” You’re cut off when he pinches your clit lightly, making you shiver from underneath him. “Gonna cum.” 

But you don’t get to fulfill that promise as Minho abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, paying no mind to the fact that you’re seconds away from reaching your orgasm. You look at him with wide eyes, chest heaving as you whine a small ‘no, please’, reaching for his arm. But he doesn’t let you rab it, pulling away with a condescending smile on his face and you think you might cry if he doesn’t put his fingers back where they belong.

“You want to cum?” He asks mockingly, looking down on you and you nod eagerly. “Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it, kitten. After that shit you pulled at the cafe just to get my attention? Greedy little sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” 

“I’m sorry,” You sob as he rubs your clit agonizingly slowly. “I’m so sorry, Minho, just please–”

“You’re sorry?” He tilts his head to the side, retracting his hand from your pussy. “That’s the thing, though, I don’t think you are. I think,” He pauses for a moment, only to push his fingers into you again. You moan when he hits that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, bringing you unbearably close to your orgasm with each push. “You’re just a dumb slut that would do anything to have her pussy stuffed. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes,” You breathe out, a familiar feeling of pleasure stirring up in your stomach when Minho’s other hand comes up to play with your tits, the sound of your pussy squelching with each of his movements filling the room. “Please don’t stop, Minho, please.” 

There’s no way you’re going to be able to hold back from cumming, it’s evident from the way you clench and unclench around Minho’s fingers like crazy. It doesn’t make him slow his movements, though – actually it makes him fuck you harder, fingers curling inside of you and palm of his hand pressing down on your clit.  

It takes a few more skilled movements of his hand before you’re reaching your high, legs shaking as you moan his name – probably a little too loudly, but in your blissful state you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when his fingers fuck you through it, his lips on yours the second you’ve calmed down enough to breathe properly. He kisses you roughly, but not messily, and his arm lifts your back off of the couch and presses you against him. 

He’s still fully clothed, you realize, and your hands find their way to the hem of his shirt. You take it off of him, happy he doesn’t protest, pulling away from the kiss to admire the muscles you’ve only seen an outline of during his dance practices. And despite the fact you just came, you can feel another pool of arousal forming between your thighs when you do so.

“You’re staring, kitten,” He comments, and you turn your gaze away, feeling your face heat up. It's not your fault he's hot, after all. You hear him scoff and then he tilts your chin up to look at him again. “Didn’t tell you to look away, though, did I?”

You decide to ignore him and his annoyingly sexy smirk completely, and focus on unzipping his pants instead. He swats your hand away when you try to pull them down his legs and stands up from the couch, taking them off together with his boxers. Your eyes go wide when his cock stands proudly against his lower stomach. 

The sight of him is enough to make your mouth water, hands already reaching out to touch him from where you’re sitting on the couch. He only laughs, though, planting your hands at your sides as he kisses you, tongue swiping across your lower lip. You whine into his mouth at the fact that you can’t touch him, but he disregards it, pulling you closer so your nipples graze his chest – making you shiver. Maybe you would’ve believed this was an accident not meant to make your pussy grow wetter if it wasn’t for how he pushes his thigh between your legs right afterwards, rubbing it exactly against your clit so you let out a broken whimper.

If he wants to drive you crazy, he’s definitely succeeding. 

“Minho, I–” You close your eyes when he grabs you by your hips, dragging your folds across his thigh like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Like he’s not making your whole head spin by just tightening his leg muscles. 

“You…?” He’s thoroughly enjoying this, it’s evident in the way he’s smiling condescendingly, hands holding down your hips so you can’t get rid of the dizziness that comes with your pussy being pressed against his flexed thigh. “Come on, surely you can form words, right? Or have you gone completely dumb just from sitting on my thigh?” 

“N-no,” You protest – albeit not very convincingly since you’re basically whimpering, holding onto his biceps for dear life. “I– Please, fuck me, Min. Need it so bad, please.” 

A sound dangerously close to a growl escapes him at your words and before you know it, he’s turned you around. You’re on all fours now, his bare cock brushing against the curve of your ass as he leans forward so his chest touches your back. He helps you position your hands on the arm of the couch– which you’re thankful for because now you have something to grip onto when his hand moves lower to squeeze your tits. It’s driving you crazy how long it takes for him to position himself at your entrance, so you push your hips backwards to meet his, earning yourself a small groan from him as he spreads your legs. 

“You’re so fucking needy,” He purrs, dragging his cock across your folds and watching as you push your hips back, as if to urge him to fuck you already. Somewhere along the way, when his dick is coated with your arousal, he complies and starts pushing into you – your eyes rolling to the back of your head already as the tip slips past your walls. 

He pushes in further, your head spinning as you feel him fill you up. It’s too much and too little at the same time – you want him to move, to make you see stars, but you’re partially already seeing them when his cock is halfway inside of your pussy. Your fingers grab at the couch as he bottoms out, his dick . You hear Minho chuckle, or maybe he’s saying something, you can’t tell, all too focused on the feeling of starting to rock his hips into yours slowly, his cock sliding against your walls and brushing against your clit in a way that makes you moan. 

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” His mouth touches your ear as he speaks, and when you nod, he rewards you with thrusting into you a little harder. Your cunt clenches around him like crazy, and he presses his fingers into your hips. “Staring at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice, always wearing those short skirts around me. Acting like a slut just to get your pussy stuffed with my cock.” 

You whimper at his words, clamping down on his length in response. “That’s not what–”

“That’s not what you wanted?” You can’t see him, but you can imagine his head tilted to the side, the condescending look that gets you embarrassingly wet in his eyes. That thought only makes you tighten around him again and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks again. “Your pussy doesn’t seem to agree, though, kitten. Seeing how it’s begging me to fuck you harder.” 

He doesn’t really leave you any room to respond as he drives his cock deeper into you, your whole body falling forward with his movement, mouth hanging open as you whimper. You half-expect him to take it slow and tease you some more, but it seems he’s grown tired of that, because the next thing you know he’s lifting your leg to the side to get better access, thrusting so deep inside of you that your vision goes blurry. He’s testing the waters, but as soon as he hears you whimper his name and beg for more, he doesn’t hold back, letting his hands draw your hips back just when he draws his hips forward. 

“Fuck, Min–” Your jaw goes slack as his hand comes up to slap your tits, other arm busy keeping your leg up so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle. 

“Hmm?” He hums carelessly, finger brushing against your nipple as he pumps his cock into you faster, your moans getting louder and arms starting to shake. And if it wasn’t hard enough for you to keep yourself up while he’s fucking you, Minho decides to make it even more difficult by dropping his hand to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

If you were having a hard time forming words earlier, you are incapable of it by now. You try to muffle your moans, but when Minho finds that one spot that makes your toes curl and starts hitting it repeatedly with his cock, you can’t even bring yourself to care if anyone hears you. He’s reaching farther than your fingers – or anyone else’s, for that matter – have ever reached, and you’re almost entirely sure you can feel him in your stomach when he pushes you against him to reach even deeper. 

“Min, feels so–” You’re struggling to sort out your thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence, and his hand moving quicker on your clit doesn’t exactly solve that problem. “So good.” 

“Yeah? You’re such a slut for my cock, taking everything I give you,” He lands a slap on your ass as if to punctuate his words, and you clench around him in response, moans turning into whimpers and sobs that are way too loud. Minho notices, and lets go of your clit to push his fingers into your mouth, successfully muffling the sounds you’re making. You moan around them, and he groans into your ear as you suck on them diligently. “Such a good girl when you’ve gone too dumb to act like a fucking brat.”

His words only make your pussy clamp down on his cock again, a feeling of bliss stirring up in your stomach as you’re pushed closer to the edge with each sharp thrust of his hips. Minho doesn’t miss the way you’re tightening around him like crazy, drooling on his fingers and going completely silent except for the broken whimpers of his name that leave your mouth. 

“Yeah? You like being my good girl?” 

At first you don’t think he wants you to reply, so you only push your hips into his cock in response and take his fingers deeper into your mouth. But then he removes his digits from your lips, and you can vaguely hear him lick them clean off your spit before his hand grabs at your hair and tugs lightly, urging you to say something. 

“Yes, fuck,” He lets go of you and lets you sink down on the couch, your sobs muffled against the pillows as you beg him. “More, please, Minho, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, me too,” He groans into your ear, fingers playing with your clit once again. “You gonna let me cum inside, kitten? Stuff your pussy full of my cum?”

“Yeah,” You sob, nails digging into the couch. 

“Good girl.” 

Minho lands a slap on your clit and it sends you over the edge, your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably. He cums after less than five seconds, letting out the hottest groan you’ve ever heard in your life as his cum fills you up. You swear the feeling of his load coating your walls almost makes you want to go for another round, but as the post-orgasm bliss fades and your head clears, you realize you’re way too exhausted for that. 

You whine when Minho pulls out of you and he chuckles, pulling you into his arms the moment he lies down. 

“You did so well, baby,” He whispers and you hum in appreciation, pressing your face between his bicep and chest. You feel him pull a blanket over you before his lips press against your forehead in a soft kiss. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You say and kiss his collarbone. 

About fifteen minutes pass in silence before he speaks again.

“I want you.”

His voice catches you a little off guard, eyes fluttering open only to meet his gaze. After having tried to fall asleep it feels weird to hear a sound right next to your ear. Besides, you were certain he'd already fallen asleep, but it seems he's more awake than you are. 

It takes a second for your sleepy brain to register his words and when you do, your eyes widen a little and you laugh nervously.

“Again?”

“Not like that,” He chuckles lowly upon seeing your expression – a sound you want to bottle up and listen to every night from now on. The smile slowly fades from his face as he cups your cheek and you’re left admiring his face, waiting for him to say something more. And when he finally does, you swear his voice shivers a little. “I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend.” 

Oh, your heart. Your poor heart. You’re afraid it won’t last very long if you do say yes and date Lee Minho, considering it’s about to jump out from your chest at the very question. Trying to calm yourself down, you almost don’t notice the way Minho bites his lips nervously as he waits for you to respond. Almost.

“Okay,” You say finally, trying to sound as calm as possible and failing miserably. The excitement is too evident in your voice, but at least it makes Minho smile from where he’s lying across from you, his thumb stroking your lower lip.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” You grin, too. “Let’s date.”

“Okay,” Minho presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms. He smells like his shampoo and a hint of sex. He smells like home. “Goodnight, girlfriend.”

You don't think you’ve ever smiled this wide.

“Goodnight, boyfriend.” 

—

“Syrup?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You’re currently sitting by the dining table, chin resting on your hand as you observe Minho scurrying around the kitchen, making breakfast. He’s been up for an hour at least, judging from the amount of pancakes on your plate and his hair that frames his face so nicely there’s just no way he woke up like that. Chan’s upstairs (which you thank god for because when you walked into the kitchen roughly ten minutes ago, the first thing you did was pull Minho in for a kiss) letting you admire Minho in silence. And, truthfully, you can’t fight back the smile that appears when you think of the fact that he's making breakfast for you. That he’s your boyfriend. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, pouring syrup over your pancakes, and you know he’s already figured out the answer. 

“Definitely not you,” You reply and he rolls his eyes, closing his fingers around your chin as he tilts it upwards. 

“Brat.” 

You grin. “You like it.”

“Not when I can’t fuck your brains out, I don’t.” 

You’re about to respond, but then you hear someone walk down the stairs and Minho lets go of your jaw, turning back to his pancakes. 

“Good morning,” Chan says, and you sigh, making Minho sport a smirk you only catch a glimpse of when he places some pancakes on your brother’s plate. “Oh, you made pancakes.”

Yeah, not for you, though, you think to yourself. Chan catches your gaze as you glare at him and raises a brow. You ignore him and eat your pancakes, only subtly looking at Minho from time to time. After ten minutes. give or take, he’s cleaned the dishes and practically the whole kitchen, the veins on his arms making it very hard for you to focus on anything else when he rolls up his sleeves. 

“I need to get going,” He says after that and sends you the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. You pout at that and he pokes your cheek with his finger in response. Something that makes your eyes widen ever so slightly, because your brother is in the same room as you two. “I’ll see you around, Chan.” 

Chan nods and Minho leaves, and you’re left sitting in silence, already fishing out your phone to text your boyfriend and complain about how he left way too early. 

“You like Minho,” The statement slipping past your brother’s lips makes your head snap up in shock, eyes wide open. You open your mouth to say something, but he doesn’t let you. “And he likes you.”

It’s not a question, so you don’t reply. 

“He told me about it, you know. We were talking about some dumb shit in my room yesterday, I don’t even remember what, and then all of a sudden he’s telling me he’s in love with you. Can you imagine?”

Your heart stops at that. Minho told Chan about you? Told him that he’s in love with you? You have to work really hard to keep a smile from forming at your lips when you think of him telling your brother that he wants to date you. 

“And what did you do?”

“I wanted to beat him up first,” Chan admits, and his smile makes your heart loosen up a little. “But then I thought about it, and he’s a really good guy. He deserves to be happy. And so do you. And you look really goddamn happy to me. Even happier than when I took you to Disneyland, and while that’s actually kind of mean, I’m still happy for you.” 

It’s like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. A heavy one at that. You think you might just start crying from happiness any second. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You hug him tightly, jumping up and down before pulling away with the biggest grin on your face. 

“No need to thank me. Just use protection, okay?” He sends you a stern look, and you nod eagerly, not really listening to what he’s saying. “And no fucking in this house.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Right, uh,” You smile nervously, and he raises a brow, when you walk closer to the door. Shit, you’re so screwed. 

“Maybe you should’ve established these rules a little sooner.” 

And with those words, you run off – partly because you’re afraid Chan might kill you, but mostly because you’re ready to jump Minho’s bones after what you hear from your brother. What you don’t expect is for him to stand right outside the door as you sling it open – hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. 

“You guys done talking?” 

You don’t respond, just look at him. Like, really look at him. His eyes, his hair, his mouth, his smile. You take it all in like it’s the first time seeing him – though it’s not, because you’ve looked at him like this plenty of times, felt those butterflies in your stomach as your heart beats against your chest, lips itching to meet his own. Only this is the first time your mind manages to put those feelings into words, and although it’s a tad bit scary, it makes you happy. He makes you happy. 

“Asshole,” You huff in his direction, but he can’t take you seriously, not when you’re just barely keeping yourself from grinning. “You could’ve told me you were going to talk to him.” 

“Then you would’ve freaked out,” He says, pulling you closer by your waist, face leaning down so he can press his forehead to yours. “But look at you now, you’re so in love with me.”

A second passes. Then two. Ten seconds, twenty seconds. You realize you could watch him like this forever. 

“You know what? You might just be right. Maybe I am in love with you.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. 

“Good. Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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Hey friends how you guys doing today I was thinking of making this a series yk I think that would be fun let me know and my birthday is literally next week omggg but I’m literally so excited for skz new album can’t waittttt ok baiii💋