warnings: unprotected sex; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); dirty talk; praising; dry humping; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; mirror sex; spit kink; reader is a switch (and a superwoman because omg)
summary: after the first time, the boys argued about who would be the one to give you the biggest orgasm, and you all came to the same conclusion: they all have to have a turn with you
day 25 of The 25 Days of Stay
part of the wheel of pleasure series
a/n: THE WHEEL IS BACK MY LOVES 🥳 and also i can't believe this is the last fic of my christmas event so THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT I HOPE YOU LOVED IT AS MUCH AS I DID 🩷
a/n2: i edited and proofread it quickly, so there might be some mistakes and notes to myself that i write while editing (like "change this part" or "add this here" or "continue with this") that i missed, so if you see them... no you didn't (joking 😊)
it’s christmas morning, and the dorm feels warmer and livelier than it usually does. maybe it’s because all eight boys are here and piled into the living room, blankets everywhere, holiday music playing too loud, and a lot of gifts surrounding all of you. you drop down between them, still half-asleep, and someone immediately hands you a mug of hot chocolate.
“merry christmas”, chan says, his dimples showing, his hair a mess.
the others echo him in different versions - deeper voices, half-mumbled voices, excited ones. you all open your gifts together, taking turns, teasing each other, laughing when hyunjin dramatically gasps over his gift like it’s the end of the world.
minho pretends he doesn’t like the cat-themed socks you got him, but he doesn’t let anyone else touch them. seungmin sits close enough that your knees bump every time he shifts. felix keeps smiling at you every time you unwrap something, like he’s waiting for your reaction.
it’s easy, comfortable. soft laughter, jokes here and then and eight pairs of eyes that linger on you a little longer than normal. you feel it. the unspoken thing. the aware thing. the thing you’ve all been dancing around for months.
when the last gift is opened, everyone relaxes, sitting back, just enjoying the christmas morning and seeing everyone’s gifts. when the room turns into a gentle space, you slip away with a quiet “i’ll be right back” that no one questions, they just watch you go.
you close your bedroom door behind you and take a breath, letting the silence settle. then, you reach under your bed and pull out the small box you hid there a week ago. the last gift - not exactly for you only, it’s for them too, or at least for the one that gets to take it off of you.
the set is lace, delicate, detailed, undeniably meant for being seen, admired, desired. you run your fingers over it, nerves fluttering in your stomach, excitement warming your skin. you already had a taste of this some time ago, but you need more. you need all of them. just like they need you.
when you put it on, the air in the room changes. the lace settles against your skin like it was made only for you, soft and delicate in a way that makes you shiver when you adjust the straps. you take a slow breath and move to the mirror, the reflection hitting you all at once.
the set hugs every curve, tracing the lines of your body with thin, teasing patterns that leave just enough to the imagination. the colour warms your skin, makes your figure look softer in some places, sharper in others.
you look… unreal.
not the idol version of yourself, not the “ninth member” everyone sees on stage, but the version of you that’s been simmering quietly underneath, waiting for the right moment to step forward. confident. irresistible. someone who knows exactly what she’s offering and exactly how much they’re going to want it.
heat blooms in your chest as you take yourself in. you feel powerful and undeniably desired, even before any of the boys has seen you.
you smooth the lace one more time and open your door.
the moment you walk into the living room and they look up, the atmosphere shifts. eight heads turn at once. eight mouths fall open, like the words they need simply won’t come out. their eyes widen, soft gasps break the quiet, and suddenly the room is still, completely, utterly still.
changbin actually forgets how to blink. chan sits up straighter. felix’s freckles seem to darken as his face goes red. seungmin swallows hard enough that you hear it. you don’t know which reaction turns you on more.
you walk forward slowly, each step deliberate. every pair of eyes follows you like they’re caught, like it’s the only thing they can do.
“so”, you say, your voice steady and confident, “are you ready for your next gift?”
none of them answer. they can’t. they just stare, completely undone, as you bite your lip. you can’t lie and say you’re not enjoying the effect you have on them.
“use that damn wheel to decide the order”, you say, amusement threading through your voice, “you already know what we’re gonna do”
you let the words hang in the air, thick with meaning, and then, you turn around, walk back to your bedroom, and close the door behind you. you sit on the edge of the bed, then lie back slowly, sinking into the pillows, your heart beating in a steady, excited rhythm.
you lie there, waiting for whichever one of them the wheel chooses first. you let your fingers rest lightly on your stomach, following the lace’s outline as your thoughts drift, uninvited, to the last time you all played this game.
the memory settles over you slowly, warm and breathless. the way they looked at you that night comes back vividly. the hesitation, the tension. you remember the way they hovered close during each of their turns with you, their voices dropping, their eyes flicking to you like they couldn’t help themselves. the way your name sounded when spoken from different mouths, different tones. the way all of them teased you, the way all of them made you come again and again.
that same feeling stirs now as you feel yourself getting wet, a quiet anticipation that settles low and warm, buzzing under your skin. last time was completely new, this time you know what you’re playing with, or at least you think you do.
and you don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
the anticipation pushes you upright before you realise you’re moving. you stand and walk towards the mirror, drawn to your own reflection. you tilt your head, checking the angle, the lines, the way your hair falls over your shoulders. your heartbeat ticks louder at the sight of yourself, at the knowledge of what’s coming.
and that’s when you hear it, the soft click of your door unlocking.
you turn just as it opens. hyunjin steps inside and the door clicks shut behind him. his eyes are fixed on you immediately, like he can’t look anywhere else even if he tries. just like the last time, he’s wearing nothing but his boxers. his hair is slightly messy and his breath unsteady like he ran here the second the wheel stopped.
you smile, slow and knowing, letting your fingers rest on your hip, accentuating the lace.
“hi”, you say, your voice soft but unmistakably teasing.
his eyes flick up to yours, dark, warm, hungry, already undone.
“you’re… you’re kidding”, he says, taking a step closer to you without realising it, “you look even better than last time, i-”, he cuts himself off, his jaw flexing, his breath catching as he takes in the full view, closer this time.
you take a single step towards him, stopping just close enough for him to feel the heat of your body.
“i see the wheel picked you first again, hyunjin”, you say, tilting your head.
he lets out a quiet, shaky laugh, rubbing his palm against the back of his neck.
“yeah, i didn’t even wait for the others to react. i just-”, his eyes trail down and back up, slow, “you look unreal, y/n. seriously. i don’t… i don’t even know where to look”
you raise a brow, amused, “everywhere is an option”
he swallows hard, audibly.
“you’re doing this on purpose”, he says, stepping even closer, “standing here, looking like this”
“of course i am”, you say, letting your fingers trace lightly down your body, the lace shifting with the movement, “isn’t that how a gift works?”
he breathes out a curse under his breath, running a hand through his hair as if he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing you immediately.
“you’re gonna kill me”, he says, his voice low and desperate.
you lean in just a little, close enough that your lips brush his jaw, “we should have some fun first”
his breath stutters, he’s helplessly wrecked by the suggestion. you pull back half a step, just enough to watch his reaction, his eyes staying fixed on your body. he doesn’t know what to say, he can’t find the words, so you continue.
“okay then…”, you say, your voice low, teasing, “come and get your gift”
his mouth meets yours before you can say anything else, kissing you like he’s been holding back since the last time you did this. his hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the moan he lets out when your bodies touch goes straight through you.
you kiss him back just as eagerly, your hands sliding up his bare shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin under your palms. he shivers when your fingertips brush the nape of his neck, and his lips part against yours, deepening the kiss instantly.
his hand glides up your back, tracing the curves of your body, tracing the new lace with his fingers. when his thumb strokes just under the edge of it, his breath catches against your mouth.
“you’re seriously trying to kill me”, he says between kisses, his voice warm and ragged.
“maybe”, you say, letting your lips brush the corner of his jaw before returning to his mouth, kissing him harder.
he groans and his other hand cups your jaw, angling your face up to him. his kiss turns deeper, firmer, like he wants to devour every sound you make.
you feel his chest rise sharply against yours, the heat of him bleeding through the thin lace and the thinner air between you. he moves you back a step, then another, until your spine meets the dresser in your room.
your fingers tangle in his hair, and he breaks the kiss just long enough to look at you. his lips are parted, slightly swollen, his eyes dark and blown wide.
“you look so good like this”, he says, “in that lace, like you’re waiting for me to do something”
you lean in, your lips ghosting his, teasing him.
“then don’t keep me waiting”
and that’s all it takes.
he kisses you again, harder this time, his body pressing against yours, his breath mixing with yours, his hands roaming with growing urgency as the room fills with the sound of shared, shaky breaths and your lips meeting again and again, deeper each time.
his mouth trails down to your jaw, then to your neck. his hands slide up your sides again, his fingers tracing the lace until they find the clasp of your bra. the pads of his fingers brush your skin, sending a sharp tremor through your chest. he feels it and a soft, breathy laugh escapes him.
“you’re shaking”, he says, almost proud.
“you’re the one doing that”, you say.
his smile curves, small and wicked. the clasp gives easily under his touch, and he slides the straps off your shoulders one at a time. when the bra finally falls away, his hands move to your waist, his thumbs stroking circles against your skin, drawing you closer as he leans in again, kissing you harder, deeper.
“now”, he whispers against your lips, his voice thick, “let me really look at my gift”
his gaze drops, taking in the sight of you bare from the waist up. your breasts rise and fall with each quick breath, your nipples already hardening under the cool air and the heat of his stare.
hyunjin’s eyes darken, a low hum vibrating in his throat as he leans in closer. his lips find your neck again, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing lightly at first, then nipping harder, leaving faint red marks that make you gasp.
“fuck, you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, i just know it”, he says against your pulse point, his tongue flicking out to soothe the bite before he sucks harder, drawing a whimper from your lips.
his hands slide up your sides, his hands cupping your breasts now, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in firm circles that send jolts straight to your core. you arch into his touch, your body begging for more as he pinches one nipple between his fingers. he pulls back just enough to watch your face, his breath hot on your collarbone.
“you are perfect”, he says, his voice husky, before he lowers his mouth.
he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirls around the tip. your hands fly to his hair, your fingers tangling in it as you tug lightly, the pull making him groan against your skin. he switches to the other breast, sucking, biting until your knees weaken and your cunt throbs with need.
“hyunjin”, you say, the sound half plea, half moan, as he bites down just hard enough to sting, then soothes it with a flat lick of his tongue.
he looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger, his lips shiny from your skin.
“you like that? my teeth on you?”, he asks you, pinching both nipples now, twisting gently to draw out another sharp gasp.
“yes, oh god, yes”, you say, your hips moving restlessly.
the lace of your panties clings damply to your folds, the friction teasing but not enough. his hands trail down your ribs, over your hips, hooking into the waistband of your panties but not pulling yet. instead, he sinks to his knees in front of you, the movement graceful and predatory, his face level with your stomach now.
hyunjin’s hands grip your thighs, spreading them slightly as he presses kisses along your abdomen, his lips soft at first, then firmer, his tongue dipping into your navel before trailing lower.
“so pretty, like this for me, because i’m the only one that gets to take this off of you”, he says, nuzzling the skin just above your panties, his breath ghosting over the lace and making you shiver.
he kisses down one thigh, his teeth scraping the inner skin, then the other, alternating sides until your legs tremble and you’re gripping the dresser for support. looking up at you, his eyes lock onto yours, intense and unwavering.
“keep your eyes on me”, he says, more like orders you, his fingers tracing the edge of the lace where it meets your hip.
he leans in, his lips brushing the fabric right over your clit, kissing the damp material as if it’s your skin itself. the pressure makes your clit pulse, and you moan, the sound echoing in the room. he smiles against you, then parts his lips, sucking the lace into his mouth, his tongue pressing through to lap at your folds indirectly.
“f-fuck- hyunjin”, you gasp, your hand moving to his shoulder, your nails digging in.
he bites the fabric, tugging it with his teeth before releasing, the wet spot growing under his assault. his hands slide up your thighs, his thumbs hooking under the edges now, but he doesn’t remove them yet.
instead, he sucks harder on the lace, the outline of your cunt visible through the sheer material, his tongue flicking insistently until you’re rocking against his face, your moans spilling freely. your eyes stay on his as he watches you unravel.
“you’re soaking through this”, he says, his voice muffled but smug, before biting the lace again.
the friction makes you cry out, your hips bucking forward as pleasure coils tight in your stomach. he groans in response, the sound vibrating through the fabric to your core, his hands finally yanking the panties down your legs in one swift motion. you step out of them, kicking them aside, now fully exposed to him.
hyunjin doesn’t waste a second. still on his knees, he grips your ass, pulling you closer as his mouth dives in. his tongue flattens against your cunt, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting your arousal with a hungry hum.
“fuck, you have no idea… how hard it was for me last time”, he says, his eyes never leaving yours as he circles your clit with his tongue, then sucks it between his lips, “how much i wanted to have you like this but i couldn’t because i could only use my fucking fingers”
your thighs shake, the dresser creaking under your weight as you lean back, but you force yourself to hold his gaze, the intimacy making every sensation sharper. he eats you out like he’s starved, his tongue thrusting into your hole before returning to lap at your clit, his lips sealing around it.
one of his hands stays on your ass, his fingers digging in to hold you steady, while the other slides up your thigh, teasing your entrance with two fingers but not entering yet, just circling, gathering your wetness.
“moan for me, y/n”, he says between licks, his voice rough, “let me hear how good this feels”
you do, the sounds pouring out as he devours you, his tongue flicking fast now, then slow and deep, his teeth grazing your clit just enough to make you jolt. pleasure builds relentlessly, your cunt clenching around nothing, so close to the edge that your vision blurs.
“h-hyunjin… i-i’m gonna come”, you whine, your hips grinding against his mouth, chasing the release.
but then he stops, pulling his tongue away, his lips leaving your throbbing clit with a teasing kiss. he stays on his knees, breathing heavily, his eyes locked on yours with a wicked glint as your body hovers on the brink, denied and aching.
hyunjin stands up slowly, his hands trailing up your thighs. he moves closer, his chest brushing your breasts, your nipples grazing his skin. he cups your face and crashes his mouth against yours. the kiss is filthy, urgent, his tongue sweeping in, sharing the taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva. you moan into him, tasting yourself on his lips, making your cunt clench emptily.
“feel that?”, he says against your mouth, nipping your lower lip, “that’s you, all over me. so fucking wet for me”
his words vibrate through you, and you nod, helpless, your hands clutching his shoulders, your nails scraping down his back. the kiss deepens, your tongues tangling as he devours you, one hand sliding into your hair to tug lightly, angling your head for better access.
he breaks away just enough to hoist you up, his arms lifting you effortlessly onto the dresser. it is cool against your ass, a stark contrast to the fire building inside. your legs part instinctively, wrapping around his waist, pulling him between your thighs. hyunjin groans at the contact, his cock straining against his boxers, rubbing against your slick folds through the fabric.
“god, you’re desperate”, he says, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you squirm, “need me inside you already?”
“please”, you moan, your fingers threading through his hair now, tugging him back for another kiss.
he nods, but his hand drifts lower, sliding between your legs. two fingers part your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in slowly, curling inside you. you gasp into his mouth, the stretch amazing after his tongue, your hips rocking to meet his thrusts. he moves his fingers steadily, his thumb circling your clit in lazy loops, building the pressure again.
“fuck… you’re so tight”, he says, his other hand kneading your breast, pinching your nipple, “you’re gonna feel so good around my cock. you want that? want me to fuck you right here?”
his fingers move, hitting that spot inside making you cry out, your legs tightening around him, your heels digging into his lower back.
“yes, f-fuck… hyunjin, fuck me”, you beg him, your voice breaking on a moan as he adds a third finger, stretching you further, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.
the dresser rattles faintly with your movements, bottles falling, but you don’t care. he kisses down your jaw, sucking a mark into your neck while his fingers move faster, slick sounds filling the room alongside your breaths and moans. your hand slips from his hair to his neck, holding him close as pleasure coils tighter, but he senses you’re climbing too fast.
“not yet”, he says, withdrawing his fingers, leaving you whining in protest. he smirks, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean while holding your gaze, “you taste as sweet as the last time, but i need to be inside you now”
he shoves his boxers down, freeing his cock. it springs out, thick and veined, the tip already leaking precum. you lick your lips at the sight, but he’s impatient, gripping your hip to line himself up. the head nudges your entrance, slicking through your wetness before he thrusts in, inch by inch, filling you completely.
“fuck… you’re so big”, you moan, your head falling back.
your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the size, and he pauses, buried deep, his forehead pressed to yours.
“you okay?”, he asks, his voice strained, his hand stroking your thigh.
“yeah, m-move”, you say, your legs locking tighter around his waist, pulling him even closer.
he starts thrusting, his hips snapping against yours with building force. the dresser thuds against the wall, your breasts bouncing with each impact, and hyunjin’s mouth finds one nipple, sucking hard as he fucks you.
“like that, huh? my cock hitting deep?”, he says, releasing your nipple, his hand replacing his mouth to squeeze and roll the peak.
you nod frantically, one hand in his hair, the other clawing at his neck, feeling his pulse race under your fingers.
“moan louder, come on, let me hear you”, he says, angling his hips to grind against your clit with every thrust.
“hyunjin, oh god… so good”, you cry, the friction overwhelming, pleasure spiking as he rubs your clit with his thumb again, matching the rhythm of his cock.
your cunt squeezes him, drawing a guttural groan from his throat. he kisses you messily, all teeth and tongue, swallowing your moans as he pounds harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing. your legs tremble around him, but you don’t let go. his free hand grips your ass, lifting you for better leverage, and the new angle makes him hit that spot relentlessly.
“you’re clenching so tight… you’re gonna make me come”, he says, his breath ragged against your lips, his thrusts erratic now.
“together, p-please, come with me”, you say, your nails raking his scalp, pulling his hair just hard enough to make him hiss.
he nods, capturing your mouth in a kiss, your tongues together as the coil snaps. your orgasm crashes over you, waves of heat pulsing through your core, as you moan into him.
hyunjin follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a choked groan, spilling hot inside you, his body shuddering against yours. you both pant, your foreheads touching, his cock twitching as he rides out the last pulses. slowly, he softens, but doesn’t pull out yet, holding you close, his hands gentle now on your breasts, his thumbs soothing your nipples.
“fuck, that was intense”, he murmurs, kissing your swollen lips softly, a lazy smile curving his mouth. you hum in agreement, your legs loosening but still draped around him.
he eases back just enough to look at you. his hands slip from your chest to your waist, steadying you as he takes one step away. when he slips out, a wet sound follows his movement, his cum dripping down your thigh. you shiver and he notices immediately.
“come here”, he says.
he bends, his arms sliding under your thighs and back, lifting you off the dresser. you curl into him on instinct, your hands resting against his shoulders as he carries you across the room. he lays you down on the bed with a tenderness that contrasts beautifully with how desperately he’d touched you seconds before.
a sheet slips over you when he pulls it up, warm against your skin, just like the last time. his eyes scan your face, checking every flicker, every breath.
“you okay?”, he asks softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your cheek.
you give him a small, satisfied smile, “i’m good. really, really good”
“you sure you’re ready for the rest? because well… they’re all waiting out there like it’s their turn at heaven, which now that i’ve had it… it really is”
you laugh quietly, your fingers grazing the back of his hand, “i’m good, i’m ready”
he dips down then, capturing your mouth in a kiss. you can tell that he wants more, that he’s still hungry for you, but he knows he has to let you go. his thumb strokes your jaw as his lips move with yours, deepening just a bit before he finally pulls back.
“i’ll send the next one in”, he whispers, letting his forehead rest against yours for a second longer, “and… good luck”
you roll your eyes playfully, “i think i’ll be okay”
his quiet laugh is warm and breathless. he gives your lips a quick peck, stands up, giving you one last long look before he puts his boxers on again. he goes to the door and opens it just enough to slip out and close it behind him.
silence settles.
you lie there, the sheet draped loosely over your bare body, the warmth of hyunjin still clinging to your skin. your pulse steadies, then builds again with anticipation. you stare up at the ceiling for a moment, catching your breath, letting it all sink in.
your mind drifts back to the last time you played this game, how different it felt then. the nerves. the newness. the way each of them had hesitated before you all started this.
this time, there’s no hesitation, only hunger and the echo of that night where one by one they’d left you shaking, breathless, blissed-out in ways you hadn’t expected. you adjust the sheet slightly, your legs brushing together, your heartbeat picking up again.
you’re ready.
and that’s when the door opens again.
minho steps inside like he owns the room. no hesitation, no pause, just a quiet push of the door and the soft click behind him. he’s in nothing but his boxers, his hair slightly mussed, his chest rising and falling with a controlled breath that gives him away - he’s excited too, even if he pretends otherwise.
his eyes drop to the sheet draped over you and stay there for a moment too long. then, he scoffs under his breath, smirking.
“well”, he says, walking straight towards the bed, “you look a lot better than you did last time i got you”
you raise an eyebrow, “excuse me?”
he stops at the edge of the mattress, leaning down slightly, his smirk deepening.
“don’t act innocent. last time i came in, you were a wreck already. i think you’d lost count by then”
heat blooms in your cheeks - and lower - but your smile is quick and sly.
“that’s because you were, i don’t know… much later then. this time you’re second. don’t get cocky”
“me? cocky? sweetheart, i’m just stating facts”, his laugh is soft, amused, entirely unforgivable.
you sit up a little, letting the sheet fall strategically, and his eyes follow the movement immediately, his stare hungry, sharp. you tilt your head.
“facts like what?”
he steps closer, one knee sinking into the mattress as he climbs onto the bed without asking, without waiting, like he has every right to be there.
“like…”, he says, bracing one hand beside your hip, leaning in, “you’re less ruined right now, which means i get you fresh this time”, his lips brush your jaw, not quite a kiss, “and that means i can do even better”
you scoff, but your breath catches.
“oh, please. you think you’re that powerful?”
“i know i am”, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.
you roll your eyes, but your pulse betrays you.
“sure, keep telling yourself that”
“i don’t have to tell myself anything. you’re the one who practically melted last time”
he smirks, leaning closer until your noses almost touch. your breath hitches - not that you’d ever admit it - and your fingers slide up his forearm, slow and challenging.
“big words, minho”
his eyes flick to your mouth.
“prove them wrong”, he whispers.
you don’t give him the satisfaction of answering. instead, you pull him in by the nape of his neck, and the second your lips touch, the playful bickering melts into something hotter, heavier.
his mouth moves against yours like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. you kiss him back with the same heat, your hand tightening in his hair as he presses his body over yours, the sheet slipping lower, forgotten between you.
the kiss is hungry but controlled, you can feel the restraint vibrating through him, the tension of someone who knows exactly how to unravel you and is savoring the slow approach.
“yeah”, he says against your lips, his forehead brushing yours, “definitely fresh”
you laugh breathlessly into the next kiss, letting him settle over you, letting the heat rise again.
and the game continues, your tongues sliding together, minho’s lips firm and insistent. his body weight pins you lightly to the mattress, his chest brushing your breasts. you arch up instinctively, seeking more friction, and he hums low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your mouth as his hand cups the side of your face, his thumb tracing your jawline.
your hand roams down his back, your fingers splaying over the muscles there, feeling them flex under your touch. your nails scraping lightly along his spine as you dip lower, hooking into the waistband of his boxers. you tug them down with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his breath hitches against your lips. minho doesn’t break the kiss, just deepens it, his tongue sweeping in to claim more as you push the fabric past his ass, exposing the firm curve of it to the cool air of the room.
“y/n”, he says into your mouth, shifting his weight to help you shove the boxers lower, kicking them off with a muffled curse when they catch on his ankle.
now he’s bare against you, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy along your thigh, twitching with need. you wrap your leg around him, pulling him closer, and he groans softly, his hips rocking forward to slide against your slick folds. you break the kiss just enough to speak, your lips brushing his with every word, your voice low and teasing.
“last time... you were in control”, you say, nipping at his bottom lip as his mouth chases yours, refusing to let the contact fully break, “with my vibrator... making me come so hard i couldn’t think”
your hand slides up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly to keep his face close. he kisses you harder in response, his tongue flicking against yours, but you continue, words tumbling out between the wet sounds of your mouths meeting, “but now… there’s no toy. just you and me, and i’m the one in charge tonight”
minho chuckles darkly against your lips, the sound low and vibrating, but he doesn’t argue. instead, he captures your mouth again, sucking on your tongue until you whimper, your body melting under him.
with a surge of strength, you plant your feet against the mattress and roll, flipping your positions. he lands on his back with a surprised grunt, his eyes widening for a split second before darkening with amusement and heat. you straddle him swiftly, your knees bracketing his hips, your wet cunt settling against his cock, coating him in your arousal.
“oh, is that right?”, he says, his hands immediately finding your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks.
you lean down, crashing your lips to his again, silencing any words. the kiss turns frantic now, your breasts pressing against his chest as you grind down, sliding your clit along his cock. he bucks up to meet you, a low moan escaping into your mouth, his grip tightening on your skin.
you keep the pace, rocking your hips in slow circles, feeling him throb beneath you, the head of his cock nudging your entrance with every pass. your hands brace on his shoulders, your nails biting into the muscle there as you kiss him deeper, swallowing his gasps.
“fuck, you feel good like this”, you say against his lips, breaking just to nip at his jaw, then returning to devour his mouth.
his tongue tangles with yours, hot and demanding, but you control the angle, the pressure, making him chase your lips when you pull back teasingly. the room fills with the smack of lips, the slick glide of your bodies.
minho’s hands roam up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, but you capture his wrists, pinning them lightly above his head for a moment, showing your dominance. he lets you, smirking into the kiss, but his cock jumps against you, betraying his eagerness.
“i’m gonna ride you”, you whisper hotly, releasing his hands to trail yours down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, “make you beg for it”
he doesn't beg - that’s not minho - but his eyes lock on yours, intense and challenging, as you shift up slightly. one hand wraps around his base, stroking him firmly, your thumb swiping over the leaking tip to spread the precum. minho hisses, his hips jerking up, but you hold him steady, aligning him with your entrance. slowly, torturously, you sink down, the thick head stretching your walls with a delicious burn.
“oh f-fuck”, you moan into his mouth, kissing him messily as you take more of him, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside you, your ass flush against his thighs.
the fullness is overwhelming, his cock pulsing deep within your heat, and you pause there, clenching around him. minho groans, his head falling back against the pillow, but his hands find your hips immediately, his fingers splaying wide over your curves.
“fuck... you’re so tight”, he says, his voice rough, pulling you down for another kiss as you start to move.
you roll your hips first, grinding in circles to feel him hit every sensitive spot inside, then lift up, slamming back down with a wet slap that echoes in the room. you set a steady rhythm, rising and falling, your breasts moving with each thrust, your nipples grazing his chest.
minho’s grip on your hips tightens, guiding you subtly at first, but you swat his hands away playfully, leaning forward to lie on his chest.
“my pace”, you say, kissing him hard.
he meets your thrusts from below, bucking up to drive deeper, a growl rumbling in his chest as your cunt flutters around him.
“fuck- yes, just like that”, he says against your lips, one hand sneaking up to cup your breast, his thumb rolling your nipple until it hardens under his touch.
you moan, the pleasure spiking, but you don't slow, riding him harder, the bed creaking beneath you. your clit grinds against his pubic bone, building that coil of heat low in your stomach. his other hand moves to your ass, spreading you slightly to feel himself slide in and out, the obscene sounds of your joining filling the air.
you lose yourself in the sensation, kissing him nonstop, your lips swollen and slick, your breaths coming in pants between the press of mouths.
“minho... you’re so deep”, you whimper, your nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails that make him hiss and thrust up harder. he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue, his hands moving to your hips, urging you faster despite what you had told him.
but then, as you sit up and your pace quickens, chasing that edge, minho’s fingers dig in like iron, stopping your movements mid-thrust. you gasp, trying to rock down, but he holds you firm, his cock buried deep but unmoving, throbbing inside you. his eyes meet yours, dark and hungry, a smirk curling his lips.
“you really thought you were in control?”, he says, his voice low and dangerous, laced with that dominant edge you’re getting to know so well, “oh, y/n, you were so wrong”
his eyes lock onto yours, that smirk deepening as he holds you still. the stretch of him fills you completely, every pulse of his length sending sparks through your core, but his grip on your hips is unyielding, his fingers bruising in the best way. you whimper, trying to roll your hips down for friction, but he doesn’t budge, his body a solid anchor beneath you.
“thought you were in control this whole time?”, minho says, his voice a low rumble. his thumbs stroke lazy circles over your hipbones, contrasting the iron hold of his palms, “i’ve been in charge since i came in. i was just letting you have your little moment... pretending”
the words hit you like a spark, heat flooding your veins, your cunt responding instantly by fluttering around him, growing impossibly wetter. arousal slicks your inner thighs, dripping down to coat his base where you’re joined, the wetness making a soft, wet sound as you clench involuntarily.
“fuck”, you gasp, the sensation of your own slickness sliding along his cock making your head spin, desire coiling tighter in your stomach.
you try to move again, lifting your hips, desperate for that glide, that pressure against your walls, but minho’s hands clamp down harder, pinning you flush against him. his cock throbs deep inside, teasing you with its stillness, the head nudging your cervix making your toes curl.
“minho... please”, you whine, rocking forward as much as his hold allows, your clit brushing his pubic bone in a fleeting touch that only heightens the ache.
he chuckles, the sound dark and satisfied, his gaze never leaving your face as he watches every flicker of need cross your features. slowly, deliberately, one hand releases your hip, trailing up your inner thigh with feather-light touches that make your skin prickle.
his fingers ghost over the sensitive crease where thigh meets groin, so close to where you need him most, but not quite there. you squirm, trying to chase his hand, but his other hand holds you steady, forcing you to feel every inch of him unmoving inside you.
“so eager”, he says, his hand hovering just above your clit, the warmth of his palm radiating against your swollen folds.
you can feel the heat of him, and it makes you drip even more, your arousal trickling down to soak his balls. your walls spasm around his thickness, begging for motion, and he finally lets his fingers brush the outer lips of your cunt, spreading your wetness without mercy.
“look at you... leaking all over me”, minho says, his voice husky, his eyes darkening as he circles your entrance where he’s already buried, feeling the slick mess you’ve made.
then, agonisingly slow, his thumb finds your clit, pressing just the pad against the throbbing nub. he doesn't rub, just holds the pressure there, light and teasing, letting you feel the pulse of your own heartbeat in the sensitive bundle of nerves. a moan tears from your throat, raw and needy, your body arching into his touch despite his restraint.
“oh god, minho… m-move, please, i need...”, you trail off into another whimper as he starts to circle your clit, his thumb slick with your arousal.
the sensation of his cock stretching you full and unmoving and his thumb tormenting your clit has you trembling, your hips jerking in futile attempts to grind down. he keeps you locked in place, his hand around your waist like a vice, while his thumb works you over with expert slowness.
each pass over your clit sends jolts of pleasure racing up your spine, making your nipples tighten and your breath come in short, desperate pants. you try to rock against him again, chasing that building wave, but he stops every movement, his hips lifting just enough to keep you speared on him without giving you the thrust you crave.
“not yet, you will come when i say”, he whispers, leaning up to nip at your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin, “feel how wet you are for me? all because i let you think you had the power”
your cunt clenches hard at his words, more slickness flooding out, easing the way even though he’s not moving. the teasing circles on your clit speed up, his thumb pressing firmer now, flicking lightly over the peak before soothing it with broad strokes.
moans spill from your lips uncontrollably, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his muscles as the pleasure coils tighter, so close but held just out of reach.
“minho... i’m- fuck, it’s too much, let me move”, you beg him, your voice breaking, but he only smirks, his hand on your hip holding you down as his fingers pinch your clit, rolling it between them.
the sensation rips a cry from you, your body shuddering, your walls rippling around his cock in desperate pulses. you’re dripping steadily now, the wetness pooling at his base, making every tiny shift slick and filthy. he watches you fall apart under his control, his eyes hooded with lust, his own arousal evident in the way his cock twitches inside you, straining for release but held back by sheer will.
finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing - your clit swollen and hypersensitive, every nerve alight - minho shifts beneath you. he plants his feet flat on the mattress, knees bending for leverage, both of his hands gripping your hips.
“alright”, he says, his voice rough with restraint, “now you get what you need, but remember, i’m in charge”
with a powerful thrust upward, he drives into you, the force slamming his cock deep, hitting that spot inside making you cry out, the sudden motion shattering the tease, pleasure exploding through you as he sets a brutal pace. his hips snap up relentlessly, each thrust bottoming out, his pubic bone grinding against your clit. you brace your hands on his chest, riding the waves as he fucks up into you.
“yes, fuck, just like that”, you moan, finally able to move with him, your hips meeting his thrusts in a frantic rhythm.
his cock drags along your walls, the head pounding your spot over and over until you're seeing white. minho’s hands guide you now, pulling you down hard onto him, his thumbs digging into your flesh as he controls your bodies.
he sits up, capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue licking your nipple before sucking hard, his teeth grazing the peak. the added sensation has you screaming, your cunt fluttering wildly around him, so close to the edge.
“come on, let go”, he moans against your skin, releasing your nipple before claiming your mouth in a messy kiss, your tongues tangling as he thrusts deeper. his hand slips between you again, his fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing firm circles.
his cock filling you, stretching you, and his fingers working your clit push you over. pleasure crashes through you, your orgasm ripping another scream from your throat as your walls convulse around him. slickness gushes out, soaking him further, your body shaking uncontrollably. minho breaks down with you, groaning into your mouth as he spills hot inside you, his cock pulsing with each rope of cum, filling you to the brim.
you collapse forward, falling against his chest in a boneless heap, your breaths ragged and synced. his arm wraps around you, his hand on your back, his other hand still between your legs, fingers lazily stroking your oversensitive clit through the aftershocks, drawing out soft whimpers from your lips. he presses a kiss to your temple, both of you trembling in the aftermath, connected and spent.
minho breathes against your hair and for a moment, it’s quiet, until he laughs softly. a low, smug, absolutely infuriating sound.
“so you really thought you were in control”, he says, his lips brushing your temple like he’s kissing the words into you.
you try to reply but your mouth opens and nothing comes out except a faint, breathless sound. you’re still trembling, your face buried in his shoulder, and his laugh deepens.
“mmhm, yeah”, he says, brushing a thumb over your cheek as he tilts your face up, “that’s what i thought”
you press your lips to his just to shut him up, or at least that’s the lie you tell yourself. the kiss is slow, needy in a way you can’t hide, and when he kisses you back, he does it like he knows exactly why you’re doing it.
“can’t talk?”, he whispers against your mouth, “but you were so loud a minute ago, you were screaming for me”
you glare at him, but it’s useless. your body feels like melted sugar, and he knows it.
“shut up”, you mumble, kissing him again, your hand weakly curling in the back of his neck.
“you really weren’t ready for me. admit it”, he grins against your mouth.
“never”
“liar”
you scoff, but you can’t even push him away properly, your arms are too heavy, your legs still unsteady. he notices, because he tilts his head and smirks like he’s studying his own masterpiece.
“look at you”, he says, brushing your hair back, “last time you were a wreck by the time i got to you. and now? second place and already ruined”
“i’m not ruined”, you say.
“sure”, he says, kissing the corner of your mouth once, slow and taunting, “keep pretending”
he shifts carefully, easing out of you and laying you back against the pillows. you sink into them instantly - your body grateful, your pride less so.
minho stands up, stretching lazily, and grabs his boxers from the floor. he glances back at you as he pulls them on, his eyes sweeping over your still-warm, still-flushed form under the sheet.
“you should see yourself right now”, he says, running a hand through his hair with a satisfied sigh, “completely done. and i know i could go harder”
you throw a pillow at him - or at least, you try. it barely leaves your hand.
he laughs, “adorable”
“i hate you”, you lie.
“no, you don’t”
he walks to the door, his hand on the knob, then turns back with one last wicked smile.
“rest up, you’re gonna need it”
you roll your eyes weakly, “fuck off”
“can’t”, he says cheerfully, opening the door, “someone else is waiting their turn”
and with a final smirk, he slips out, leaving you breathless, exhausted, and already warming at the thought of who will come through that door next. you just sit there in the warm, hazy stillness he left behind. your body feels heavy, overstimulated, sweetly undone.
your thighs shift slightly, and the sensation is… unmistakably messy - the lingering, heated mix of your own arousal and the traces both hyunjin and minho left behind on your skin. it’s warm, slick, a physical reminder of how thoroughly the game has already claimed you.
you reach to your nightstand and pull out a small stack of tissues. you take your time, wiping away the evidence of the two rounds, cleaning your inner thighs, your hips, anywhere their touch still lingers.
every brush of the tissue sends a faint aftershock through you and you can’t help but think about the rest of the boys and what they’re gonna do to you, and it turns you on even more, feeling yourself getting wet again.
once you’re clean, or at least as clean as you can, you toss the tissues into the small bin beside the bed and let yourself breathe again, sinking back into the pillows. the sheet rests lightly over your hips, your upper body bare, warm from the afterglow.
you exhale through your nose and then, a soft click, the door opening.
jeongin steps inside, and the moment he sees you there - your hair mussed, your breasts rising and falling - he freezes. his eyes go wide before he can stop himself. like hyunjin and minho, he’s wearing only his boxers, his chest flushed, his throat tight with a swallow he doesn’t hide fast enough.
“...oh”, he breathes, standing there like he’s forgotten how to move.
so shy, so sweet, just like when he entered your room the first time that day. and then the silk happened, and he had control of your body and you.
you offer the smallest smile, tilting your head.
“hi, innie”
he shuts the door behind him slowly, his gaze still locked on you, his voice barely a whisper.
“you look… you look incredible”
he steps closer, hesitant, but unable to resist you, the sight pulling him in like gravity.
“come here,” you say softly, lifting the sheet with a small gesture.
the invitation is all he needs. he climbs onto the mattress carefully, like he’s worried he’ll disturb you, settling beside you with knees sinking into the bed. he’s so warm, warmer than you expected, and when he sits next to you, his thigh almost brushes yours.
almost.
you close the distance deliberately and he inhales sharply. his eyes flicker down your body, then dart back up to your face, his cheeks tinting pink.
“you’re… wow”, he whispers, “i mean i-i already knew you looked good but um…”
he can’t finish the sentence. you don’t make him. you lean closer, your voice dropping into something lower, something that makes his breath stutter.
“jeongin”, you say, your fingers grazing his jaw, your thumb brushing the corner of his mouth, “come lie down with me”
he obeys instantly.
he lowers himself beside you, half on his side, half on his elbow, watching you like he’s trying not to stare too obviously but failing spectacularly. when you shift to face him, the sheet slips a bit lower on your waist, and his breath catches again.
“you okay?”, you smirk softly.
he lets out a tiny, embarrassed laugh.
“yeah, but umm… we could hear you”, he says, his voice small but honest, “in the living room. all of us”
“me?”, you blink.
he nods, his eyes flicking away for a moment.
“you. hyunjin. minho. the whole thing. and we-”, he stops, bites the inside of his cheek, then tries again, “it was hard, really hard, you know… not to do anything”
your smile sharpens, slow and dangerous, because you know exactly what he means.
“oh?”, you ask, moving closer, your lips hovering near the shell of his ear, “so you were all out there… listening?”
“yes”, his breath trembles.
“and you wanted to touch yourselves?”, you ask him.
“... yes”, his cheeks flush deeper.
you hum, pleased, moving your head to tilt his chin up with a finger, “but you didn’t”
“no”, his voice breaks slightly, “we waited”
good.
you move closer, closing the remaining space between your bodies. you’re not touching him fully, not yet, just close enough that he feels your warmth, your dominance settling over him like a slow, sweet pressure.
“well”, you say, letting your lips graze the corner of his mouth without kissing him yet, “you don’t have to wait anymore, innie”
jeongin’s eyes darken, wide and wanting.
“you’re finally here, with me”, you continue, your hand sliding up his chest, just enough pressure to make him swallow, “and you can do whatever you want…”
his breath shudders, his fingers clutching the sheets. you lean closer, your nose brushing his, your voice a whisper.
“like a good boy”
the sound he makes is soft, needy, involuntary.
you smile, then you finally kiss him.
it starts slow but the moment he feels your lips move against his, he melts into the kiss completely. his hand lifts, trembling slightly, settling on your waist as he kisses you deeper, warmer, his breath mixing with yours.
you shift closer, pressing your body to his, guiding him without force, without rush, just enough control for him to feel it. just enough for him to know he’s yours for this round. and he kisses you like he’s been waiting the entire time for his turn.
the kiss deepens, your lips parting as jeongin’s tongue tentatively brushes yours, seeking permission. you grant it, tilting your head to angle better, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. his mouth moves with a growing hunger, no longer hesitant but eager. his fingers tighten on your waist, bunching the sheet between you, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide the heat building where your bodies press.
you break the kiss first, just enough to trail your lips along his jaw, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse under your mouth.
“good boy”, you murmur against his skin, the words vibrating low and approving, “kissing me so well already. you’re doing such a good job, innie”
a shiver runs through him, his breath hitching as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. he presses a soft kiss there, tentative at first, then bolder, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“yeah?”, he whispers, his voice rough with need, his hand sliding up your side, his fingers splaying over your ribs.
“mmhm”, you hum, arching slightly into his touch, encouraging him.
it draws a quiet groan from him, his mouth opening wider against your neck, sucking gently at the curve where shoulder meets throat. the wet heat of his lips sends sparks down your spine, your nipples hardening as arousal stirs low in your stomach.
jeongin kisses lower, his teeth grazing lightly, not biting but nipping just enough to make you gasp. you can feel the hard line of his cock pressing into your thigh through his boxers, throbbing with restraint, but he doesn’t push for more. instead, he focuses on your neck, his lips trailing fire along your collarbone, his tongue soothing each mark he leaves.
“you’re making me feel so good”, you say, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him gently, “keep going just like that, like my good boy”
he whimpers softly into your skin, the sound muffled as he kisses back up to the hollow of your throat, his breath coming in short, heated puffs. your body responds, warmth pooling between your legs, the earlier echoes of pleasure from the others making you slick and ready all over again.
you pull back slightly, catching his gaze. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire, cheeks flushed a deep pink.
“jeongin”, you say, your voice husky, your thumb tracing his lower lip, “you were so good for me, waiting like that... you didn’t touch yourself even though you wanted to. so now... you can do whatever you want with me, that’s your prize”
his eyes widen, a flicker of surprise mixing with lust, but it shifts quickly to something bolder, hungrier.
“anything i want?”, he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand stilling on your hip.
“anything”, you say, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, “i’m yours for this, so show me how much you want it”
jeongin doesn’t hesitate then. with a soft, determined exhale, he shifts his weight, his hands guiding you smoothly. you’re both on your sides, but he moves you, turning you until your back presses against his chest. the sheet tangles briefly around your legs, but he tugs it down, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room.
his body molds to yours from behind, solid and warm, his arm draping over your waist as he settles in close. one hand slides up immediately, cupping your breast. he squeezes gently at first, his thumb brushing over your nipple, feeling it harden under his touch.
“fuck”, he breathes against your neck, his lips returning there, kissing the spot he marked earlier.
his mouth sucks a fresh bruise into your skin while he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to draw a moan from your throat. you arch back into him, pressing your ass against the rigid heat of his cock, feeling it twitch through the thin fabric.
“yes, like that”, you say, your voice breathy.
his grip tightens on your breast, his fingers tugging your nipple before soothing it with his thumb. the sensation shoots straight to your core, slickness gathering as he moves to your other breast now, switching sides with the same deliberate care.
his kisses on your neck grow messier, his tongue on your sensitive skin, his teeth scraping lightly as he murmurs, “you feel so good... so soft”
his hand doesn't stay there long. it trails down your stomach, his fingers dancing over your skin, before moving lower. you feel the heat of his palm hovering over your clit, and you shift instinctively, but he takes control, hooking your leg with his.
“lift”, he whispers, his voice gaining an edge of command, just like the last time, and you obey, draping your thigh back over his hip, opening yourself wide.
now exposed, his fingers find your clit easily, swollen and aching from the buildup. he circles it slowly at first, just the pads of two fingers tracing the slick folds, gathering your wetness before pressing directly on it. the touch makes your hips buck, a gasp escaping as he rubs in firm, steady strokes.
“k-keep going, jeongin, p-please”
his fingers press firmer against your clit, making your thighs tremble, slickness coating his fingers. the pleasure builds sharp and insistent, your cunt clenching around nothing, aching for more than just his touch. you moan softly, pushing back against him, feeling the thick ridge of his cock strain against his boxers, hot and insistent against your ass.
“you’re so wet for me, y/n... does that feel good?”
“it feels so good, innie”, you breathe, your voice husky with need, your hand reaching back to grip his thigh, “you’re making me so wet. but i need more, i need you inside me”
jeongin groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck where his lips still linger, sucking another fresh mark into your skin.
“yeah?”, he says, his free hand sliding down to shove his boxers out of the way to free his cock, hard and leaking, the head brushing your thigh as he positions himself, nudging against your entrance from behind, “you want my cock, huh? want me to fuck you like this?”
“yes”, you moan, arching your back to give him better access, your leg still hooked over his hip.
he doesn't make you wait long. with a steady push, he sinks inside you, the thick length stretching you open inch by inch. your walls grip him tight, slick and welcoming after his teasing, pulling him deeper until his hips flush against your ass. he bottoms out with a shuddering breath, his cock throbbing inside you, filling every space.
“fuck, you’re so tight”, he says, his voice breaking as he adjusts to your walls clenching around him, “i-it feels amazing... like you were made for me”
you whimper at the fullness, your body also adjusting to him buried deep, every pulse sending sparks through your core.
“move”, you urge him, rolling your hips slightly to urge him on, “just… fuck me, jeongin”
he obeys with a low moan, his hand leaving your clit for a moment to grip your hip, holding you steady as he pulls back almost all the way out before slamming back in. the thrust jolts you forward, pleasure ripping through you as his cock drags along your inner walls, hitting deep.
he sets a rhythm then, steady and building, his hips snapping against your ass with each drive, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. his other hand moves to your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers, rolling it roughly as he fucks you.
“god, yes”, he says against your neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin, “you feel perfect... squeezing me so good”
his thrusts pick up speed, deeper now, the head of his cock nudging your spot, making you tremble. you moan loudly, matching his rhythm, pushing back to meet each thrust, your ass grinding against his pelvis.
“more”, you tell him through a gasp, your hand covering his on your breast, pressing it harder against you, “fuck, you’re doing so well. such a good boy for me, innie”
the praise makes him thrust harder, a growl escaping as he latches onto your neck again, sucking hard while his fingers twist your nipple, sending jolts straight to your clit. jeongin’s breaths come ragged now, moans spilling from his lips with every snap of his hips.
“you like that? my cock deep inside you?”, he asks, his voice strained, his hand sliding up from your hip to cup your chin gently but firmly.
he turns your head towards him, angling you so your eyes meet his, dark and intense, filled with raw desire. he crashes his mouth against yours, the kiss messy and deep, your tongues tangling as he continues to thrust into you from behind.
the angle lets him go even deeper, his cock spearing you relentlessly while your lips lock, your moans muffled against each other’s mouths. you taste the salt of his skin, feel the vibration of his groans as he kisses you harder.
“come for me”, he whispers against your lips during a brief break for air, his thrusts faltering slightly with how close he is, “i want to feel you come on my cock... clench around me while i fuck you”
“you too”, you reply, breathless, nipping at his lower lip before he dives back in, the kiss turning frantic, “come inside me, jeongin”
your words push him over, his eyes locking onto yours, wide and pleading, as he drives in one last time, hard and unyielding. jeongin breaks first, his cock swelling inside you, thrusting erratically as he spills hot ropes of cum deep inside you. you follow immediately, your cunt spasming around his length, your walls fluttering wildly as orgasm crashes through you. you cry out into his mouth, your body shaking as waves of heat pulse from your core.
“fuck, y-yes”, he moans against your lips, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity making it all the more raw.
he kisses you again, your lips brushing and your tongues sliding lazily now, moans turning to soft whimpers as the aftershocks ripple between you. his thrusts slow to shallow grinds, milking every last bit of pleasure, cum leaking out around where he’s still buried inside you.
“so good”, you murmur into the kiss, your bodies pressed tight as you ride out the high together.
jeongin’s arms remain wrapped around you for a moment longer, his forehead resting against yours as both of you come down together. then he shifts carefully, slipping out of you and guiding you with a gentleness that feels almost shy again.
“wait”, he says softly.
he helps you turn around, slow and careful, until you’re lying on your back and he’s hovering over you, braced on one arm. his other hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin like he’s grounding himself through the touch.
he kisses you again, not desperate now, not frantic. you smile against his mouth, your fingers curling lightly into his hair.
“you know”, you say between kisses, “you surprised me again”
he pauses, blinking, “i did?”
“mmhm”, you tilt your head, letting him kiss along your jaw, “both times. you start all shy and sweet… and then suddenly you’re completely different”
his cheeks tint pink immediately, “i-”
“you become dominant”, you finish for him, amused, “confident, like you know exactly what you’re doing”, your thumb traces the line of his jaw, “but you’re still such a good boy when i praise you”
he lets out a small, embarrassed laugh, ducking his head to hide his face in your neck.
“don’t say it like that, please”, he says, though his smile gives him away.
“it’s true”, you tease gently, “you melt every time”
he lifts his head just enough to look at you.
“you just… do that to me”, he admits quietly, “i don’t know what it is. you make me want to be good for you, and then-”, he shrugs, bashful, “you make me forget how”
you laugh softly, pulling him into another kiss, slower still, full of warmth instead of fire. after a moment, he shifts off you reluctantly, reaching for his boxers and pulling them back on. he glances at you again, concern flickering across his expression.
“you okay?”, he asks, “really okay to keep going?”
you stretch slightly, smiling up at him, “i promise i’m good”
he exhales in relief, smiling back, “okay, just… checking”
you prop yourself up on your elbows, your eyes glinting with mischief.
“you think the others heard us?”
his ears go red instantly.
“what- i-”, he laughs, covering his face with his hand, “probably. yeah. definitely”
“poor things”, you say teasing, “having to wait”
he groans, laughing again as he walks towards the door, “you’re evil”
“you love it”
he pauses at the door, looking back at you with a soft smile that lingers just a little too long.
“i can’t wait to see you later”, he says quietly.
then he slips out, closing the door behind him, leaving you stretched out on the bed, warm, smiling. you stretch out against the sheets, your chest still rising a little faster than usual. you stare up at the ceiling, letting everything sink in - how surreal it is, how indulgent, how wanted you feel, how good it feels.
your fingers slide up into your hair, combing through it slowly, grounding yourself. you’re smiling without even realising it.
then you hear the quiet click of the door opening and closing again. you turn your head to see felix, his boxers not hiding his bulge, his hair a little messy, his eyes bright the moment they land on you. he doesn’t hesitate, he just smiles, wide and unmistakably fond.
“hi”, he says softly.
“hi, felix”, you reply, warmth blooming in your chest.
he crosses the room in a few easy steps and climbs onto the bed beside you, settling comfortably at your side. you’re on your back, and he turns towards you, resting on his elbows, his face hovering close. before you can say anything else, he leans in and presses a quick, sweet peck to your lips. it’s light, playful, and you laugh immediately.
“you’re in a good mood”
“of course i am”, he grins.
you tilt your head, amused, “you guys definitely heard us, didn’t you?”
he lets out a quiet laugh, his nose scrunching a little.
“yeah”, he admits easily, “we did”
“poor you”, you tease him, “having to wait out there”
“mmhm, i don’t know”, he says, leaning in to kiss you again, another quick peck, then another, “i kinda liked it”
“you did?”
“yeah”, he says, his voice warm and honest, “i knew i’d get my turn soon, so hearing you?”, he shrugs lightly, smiling, “it just turned me on even more”
you laugh again, your hand drifting to his shoulder as he moves to kiss you between words, “you’re unbelievable”
his forehead rests against yours for a moment, both of you breathing the same air, smiling like this is the easiest thing in the world. then he shifts closer, his body aligning more fully with yours, the playful energy mellowing into something deeper.
his next kiss isn’t rushed, but it’s fuller, his mouth moving slowly against yours, his lips warm and sure. one hand slides to your side, steady and affectionate, holding you there as the kiss lingers. when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are soft but intent.
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this”, he says quietly.
your pulse skips and before you can answer, he leans in again, kissing you deeper this time, less laughter now, more intention, his warmth settling over you. his tongue slips inside your mouth, tasting you slowly, exploring with a tenderness that contrasts the growing urgency building between you.
you melt into it, your body arching slightly off the bed as the kiss intensifies. a soft hum escapes him, vibrating into your mouth, and you respond with a quiet sigh, your hand sliding up his arm to grip his shoulder. the world narrows to the warmth of his body pressed close, the faint scent of his skin so close to you.
felix shifts then, his elbow digging into the mattress as he moves over you, settling on top of you without crushing you. he’s careful, mindful of not overwhelming you, but the solid press of his body pins you gently to the sheets.
you part your legs instinctively, making room for him, and he sinks lower, his hips aligning with yours, making you feel the growing hardness inside his boxers. the kiss breaks for a moment as he adjusts, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes dark with desire.
“felix”, you say, your voice breathy, but he silences you with another kiss, this one hungrier, his teeth grazing your lip just enough to send a spark through you.
his hands roam your body now - one cupping your jaw to hold you steady, the other trailing down your side, his fingers splaying over your ribs before dipping to the curve of your waist. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he groans softly into your mouth, the sound raw and needy.
the making out turns fervent, your lips sliding wetly, your tongues tangling together desperately. you nip at his upper lip, earning a low chuckle from him that turns into a moan when you suck on his tongue. his body rocks against yours, the friction of his boxers against your bare skin teasing, building a slow burn. your nipples harden against his chest and you whimper into the kiss, your hips lifting to chase more contact.
felix pulls back just enough to trail his mouth along your jaw, peppering kisses there before moving to your neck. his lips are soft at first, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin just below your ear. you tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat, and he takes the invitation, his tongue flicking out to taste the pulse pounding there.
“you’re so beautiful”, he whispers against your skin, his breath hot, before he latches on gently, sucking with enough pressure to draw a loud moan from your lips.
the sound echoes in the room, unrestrained, and it spurs him on. his teeth graze the spot, firm enough to mark, leaving a blooming red spot. one hand comes up to tilt your head further, while his other hand slides lower, skimming over your stomach to your thighs. you gasp as his fingers find your clit, and he circles it slowly, the touch light but deliberate.
“felix- oh my god”, you moan out loud again, the noise tearing from your throat as he sucks another mark into your neck, right where your collarbone meets your shoulder.
his thumb presses firmer on your clit, rubbing in small, tight circles that make your hips buck up against his hand. pleasure coils tight in your core, sharp and insistent, and you clutch at his back, your nails digging into his skin.
he doesn’t stop at your clit for long. after a few moments of teasing that have you panting, his fingers dip lower, tracing your folds before pushing one inside you. your cunt clenches around it, wet and eager, and he adds a second finger easily, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot deep within.
the stretch is perfect, filling you just enough to ache for more, and he moves them slowly, his thumb flicking over your clit. all the while, his mouth devours your neck, alternating between sucking bruises and licking soothing paths over them, marking you as his in this moment.
your moans grow louder, uninhibited, filling the room as waves of heat build under your skin. you’re well aware of the others now, standing outside in the living room and how they can all hear you. you’re sure all of them must be hard and turned on at this point, and if you’re being completely honest, the idea turns you on even more than you should admit.
felix lifts his head, his lips shiny and swollen, his eyes locked on where his fingers disappear inside you. he watches intently, transfixed, as your cunt grips him, slick sounds accompanying each thrust of his hand.
“fuck, look at that”, he breathes, his voice low and husky, laced with awe and want, “you’re taking my fingers so well... you’re so wet and tight for me. i-it’s driving me insane, y/n”
his words wash over you like fire, the soft dirty talk in that sweet tone making your arousal spike. your walls flutter around his fingers, and you feel yourself getting even wetter, the praise hitting every nerve.
“felix, please”, you whine, your hips rolling to meet his hand, chasing the building pressure, “it’s too much... i-i need you”
he groans at your plea, his eyes darkening further as he leans in to capture your mouth again, the kiss messy and deep, all tongue and shared breaths. his fingers slow inside you, then still, and he pulls them out with a wet slide that makes you whimper in protest. but before you can complain, he brings them to your lips, hovering there expectantly.
“taste yourself”, he says against your mouth, his voice suddenly rough with want, “suck them clean for me”
you don’t hesitate, parting your lips to take his fingers in, your tongue swirling around them as you look up at him. the tangy flavor of your arousal floods your mouth and you hollow your cheeks, sucking eagerly while maintaining eye contact. felix’s breath hitches, his pupils blowing wide as he watches, a shudder running through him.
“god, that’s so hot”, he says, pulling his fingers free with a pop before crashing his lips against yours in a quick, fierce kiss. he tastes you on your tongue, moaning into it, the sound vibrating straight to your core, “you turn me on so much... i can’t believe how perfect you are”
the kiss breaks, and you spread your legs wider, planting your feet flat on the bed to tilt your hips up for better access. his hard cock presses against your cunt through the fabric, thick and insistent. he rocks forward experimentally, grinding down, and you both moan at the friction, the way his length slides along your folds, catching on your clit with each pass.
“yes, just like that”, you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist loosely, pulling him closer.
the dry humping starts slow, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that has his cock dragging over your sensitive skin, the boxers growing damp from your combined arousal. felix braces himself on his forearms, caging you in, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusts against you, his breaths coming in hot pants against your ear.
you moan into his hair, your fingers tangling there, urging him on as the pressure builds again. his movements pick up, more insistent, the head of his cock nudging your entrance through his boxers with every grind, teasing what you want and need.
“felix... it feels so good”, you say, your voice muffled against his hair.
he lifts his head, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongues sliding as your bodies move together, moans spilling into each other’s mouths - yours high and needy, his deep and rumbling.
the closeness is intoxicating, your skin slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in sync as you hump against him desperately, chasing that edge. your clit throbs with each slide of his cock, pleasure coiling tighter, and felix’s groans grow louder, his hips stuttering just a bit as he fights for control. you’re both lost in it, your breaths mingling, moans vibrating against lips that barely part.
just when you’re about to break, felix stops abruptly, pulling back from the grind that had you both teetering on the edge. you whine in frustration, your body throbbing with unmet need, your cunt aching from the denied release.
“why did you stop?”, you ask, your voice breathless and edged with desperation, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you try to pull him back down.
he hovers over you, his eyes dark and intense, a soft smile tugging at his swollen lips despite the strain in his expression.
“because i need you now”, he says, the words rough with want, his breath fanning hot over your face. before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you fiercely, his tongue claiming your mouth one more time, making you dizzy.
felix breaks the kiss with a groan, and his hands hook into the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down and off in one swift motion, freeing his cock. it springs up, thick and hard, the tip flushed red and glistening with precum, veins pulsing along the length.
he kicks the fabric aside and shifts back, lying down fully on the bed, his head hitting the pillows as he stretches out, his body tense with anticipation. his cock stands rigid against his stomach, inviting, and he reaches for you with both hands.
“come here”, he says, his voice low and husky.
confusion flickers through you at first but he doesn’t give you time to overthink. his hands grip your waist, pulling you up and moving you with gentle firmness. he turns you around so your back faces him, guiding your body until you’re straddling his hips in reverse, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. you settle onto his stomach, his cock right in front of you, hard and insistent.
the position feels exposed, vulnerable, your cunt hovering near him, slick and empty. you hesitate, glancing over your shoulder at him, a flush creeping up your neck.
“felix... i’ve never done it like this before”, you admit softly, uncertainty lacing your words.
the angle is new - him flat on his back, you facing away, controlling the depth but not able to see his face. it makes your heart race, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in your gut. his hands slide up your thighs reassuringly, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into your skin.
“it’s okay, y/n”, he says, his voice warm and steady, again full of that sunshine confidence that eases your doubts, “i’ve got you. just go slow at first, lower yourself onto me when you’re ready. it will feel amazing, i promise. do you trust me?”
his tone is tender, encouraging, and you nod, biting your lip as the reassurance melts away the last of your hesitation. you turn your attention forward, your eyes dropping to his cock, so close now that you can feel its heat radiating up to your core. it’s thicker than you expected up close like this, the head leaking steadily, and a fresh wave of arousal pulses through you.
unable to resist, you wrap your fingers around the base, feeling him twitch in your grip. your hand strokes him slowly at first, up and down, your thumb swiping over the slit to spread the slick precum. felix moans deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest, his hips bucking up slightly into your touch.
“f-fuck, yes... keep going”, he breathes, his voice strained, his hands tightening on your hips as you pump him firmer. the way he throbs in your hand makes your cunt clench emptily, wetness trickling down your thighs onto his stomach.
after a few more strokes that have him groaning louder, you guide him to your entrance. the head nudges against your folds, parting them easily, and you sink down slowly. his cock stretches you open, filling you completely in this new angle, the thickness pressing against your walls in ways that knock the air out of your lungs.
“oh god, felix”, you moan, your voice breaking as you bottom out, seated fully on him.
he echoes your moan, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through both of you.
“you’re so tight... it feels incredible”, he says, his hands roaming up your back to steady you.
you pause there, adjusting to the fullness, the way his cock hits deeper from below, rubbing spots that send sparks up your spine. then you start to move, lifting your hips and dropping back down, riding him in a slow, experimental rhythm. wet sounds fill the room as your cunt grips him on every thrust, arousal coating his shaft and dripping onto his stomach.
felix lets you set the pace at first, his breaths coming in sharp bursts, but soon he props himself up on one elbow, just enough to reach around your body. one hand finds your breast, cupping it before pinching your nipple between his fingers, rolling it gently at first, then tugging harder to match your building speed.
“you’re doing so well”, he praises you, his voice husky and sweet, sending shivers down your spine.
then he sits up a bit more, his other hand snaking lower, his fingers finding your clit swollen and sensitive. he rubs it in firm circles, syncing with your bounces, the sensations overwhelming. overstimulation hits you like a wave, because your body is already primed from the dry humping, the fingering, everything before, and now this.
pleasure borders on too much, sharp and unrelenting, making your thighs quiver. you can’t hold yourself upright anymore and with a cry, you lean forward, bracing your hands on his knees for leverage, your ass lifting higher as you grind down harder.
the new angle drives his cock even deeper, the head dragging against your spot relentlessly, and you feel yourself dripping more, slickness soaking his skin and the sheet, the wetness audible with every slap of your bodies.
“look at you, taking me so perfectly”, felix says, his praise soft and adoring, his breath hot against your back as he sits up more to maintain contact, “you’re gripping me like you never want to let go... you’re so wet for me, you’re making me feel so good”
his words make you moan, heightening the intimacy, making your walls flutter around him. his fingers don’t let up on your clit, pinching lightly now, while his other hand kneads your breast, his thumb flicking the nipple in time with your movements.
you ride him faster, your hips snapping down, the coil in your stomach tightening unbearably. your moans spill from your lips unchecked, high and desperate, mingling with his deeper groans as he thrusts up to meet you, the bed creaking under the force.
“felix- i’m c-close, don’t stop”, you gasp, your nails digging into his knees, your body trembling as the overstimulation pushes you towards the edge.
“i’m right there with you”, he says, his voice breaking on a moan, his hand pressing harder on your clit. the praise keeps coming, sweet and filthy, “come for me, let me feel you squeeze my cock... you’re so beautiful like this, all mine now”
it tips you over, your orgasm crashes through you, your cunt convulsing wildly around him, milking his length as waves of ecstasy rip from your core. you cry out, your body shaking, and felix follows seconds later, his cock pulsing deep inside as he spills his cum into you, groaning your name.
exhausted, you collapse, your breaths ragged as aftershocks ripple through you. felix falls back to the bed with a satisfied sigh, his hands still gently caressing your thighs, both of you spent and connected in the hazy glow of release.
felix notices the way your body stays folded forward, your breath still uneven, and immediately reaches for you.
“sunshine”, he says softly, brushing his thumb over your thigh, “come here”
his hands slide to your sides, steady and gentle, sliding out of you and guiding you carefully until you’re lying beside him instead. you let yourself sink into the mattress next to him, turning onto your side. he mirrors you instantly, close enough that your knees brush, his forehead leaning against yours. the intensity has faded a bit, your bodies still humming but relaxed now.
he kisses you softly, slow and unhurried, full of affection. nothing rushed. nothing demanding. you smile into the kiss, letting out a quiet laugh.
“okay, i have to say… i really liked that”, you admit, your cheeks warm.
his eyes brighten immediately, “yeah?”
you nod, “yeah, i didn’t know i’d like it that much”
his laugh is light, “good. i mean-”, he ducks his head a little, kissing you again, “i’m glad”
you keep kissing between sentences, lazy and affectionate, your fingers tracing idle patterns along his arm.
“you were really good”, you say.
he scoffs softly, “you’re biased”
“i’m not”, you insist, kissing him again, “you know i’m a very honest person”
he hums, pretending to consider it, then sighs against your lips.
“i know i have to go”, he says reluctantly, “but i really don’t want to”
you laugh, resting your forehead against his, “i figured you’d say that”
he pulls back just long enough to grab his boxers, slipping them on slowly, still stealing kisses whenever he leans back towards you. one last kiss, longer than the rest, before he straightens. at the door, he pauses, turning back with that familiar bright smile and a playful glint in his eyes.
“you know”, he says casually, “if you ever want to try more positions…”
you raise a brow.
“you just have to call me”, he finishes, winking.
you laugh, biting your lip as he laughs too.
“save some energy”, he adds lightly, “i’ll see you later”
the door closes behind him, leaving you alone again, warmth still lingering, your smile slow and thoughtful as you stare at the ceiling. the sheets are rumpled beneath you, carrying the imprint of everything that’s already happened today.
four.
the thought hits you suddenly, almost dizzying. you’ve already had four of them. and there are still four more waiting.
it’s indulgent. unreal. intoxicating. you let out a quiet laugh, one hand sliding over your stomach as you stare up at the ceiling. you’re still not used to this, this fully immersed in desire that doesn’t ask you to hold back. and you know it should scare you but, instead of fading, the excitement builds.
your breath grows a little heavier as anticipation creeps in again, the knowledge that you’re not done, that this is still stretching out in front of you. the way each boy has touched you differently, looked at you differently, wanted you in their own way.
your thighs close instinctively, and you close your eyes for a second, letting the sensation roll through you. you’re still sensitive, still warm, still very aware of your own body and how easily it responds, how you’re still dripping and clenching your thighs.
“this is insane”, you murmur to yourself, your voice soft.
but you’re smiling.
eventually, you push yourself upright, reaching for the tissues on your nightstand again. you move slowly, carefully, taking a moment to clean yourself up. every small movement reminds you of where you are, what you’re doing, how much more there is still to come. you toss the used tissues away and settle back against the pillows, your fingers combing through your hair as you take a steadying breath.
then the door opens and you turn your head just as han steps inside. he freezes for half a second when he sees you there - flushed, relaxed, lying there for him, the sheet barely covering your lower half - and then his lips curl into a familiar, crooked smile.
“hey”, he says, his voice warm, his eyes already bright with anticipation.
you smile at him before you even think about it, “hey yourself”
han closes the door behind him and crosses the room with an easy confidence, his boxers covering his growing bulge. he climbs onto the bed without asking, flopping down beside you on his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at you properly.
“wow”, he says, grinning, “you look… very well taken care of. what? did someone do something to you?”
you snort, “don’t act like you weren’t listening”
“okay, yeah”, he laughs, “maybe i was”
you turn onto your side to face him, the sheet sliding but staying in place on your waist, your knees brushing his thigh. his eyes flicker down for half a second before meeting yours again, amused and very aware.
there’s a beat of comfortable silence, just the two of you smiling at each other like this is the most natural thing in the world. then you tilt your head, feigning innocence.
“so”, you say, your hand sliding up his chest, “it’s just you this time, right?”
his brows lift, “what do you mean?”
“you know exactly what i mean”, you say, “last time you brought help. ice. tricks. surprises”
he laughs, shaking his head, “oh come one, i just did what the wheel said”
“i know”, you say, “so… should i be bracing myself?”
he leans in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough to make your pulse skip.
“don’t worry”, he says, “you’ll find my body is more than enough to have you screaming and dripping for me”
you scoff softly, but your smile gives you away, “that’s a big claim, jisung”
he smirks, “you doubting me?”
you inch closer, your nose almost brushing his, “i might need some convincing”
his eyes darken and that quiet, confident shift is enough to make your thighs clench, feeling yourself already dripping for him like he said.
“i’m very good at convincing”, he says.
you laugh, your breath a little unsteady now, “you’re so sure of yourself”
“only with you”
the words land harder than expected, and the teasing slows. his hand drifts to your waist, resting there casually, like it belongs there, and you don’t move it away.
“careful there”, you say, “you’re starting to sound dangerous”
he leans closer, his forehead brushing yours, “you’re letting all of us have our way with you because you also want it… i think you like dangerous, y/n”
maybe you do.
your fingers hook lightly into the waistband of his boxers, pulling just a bit, but it’s more suggestion than action. his breath hitches, just barely, and you smile.
“still think your body is enough?”, you whisper.
his answer is simple. he kisses you, unhurried at first, but when you kiss him back, it deepens naturally, teasing giving way to intention. his hand tightens slightly on your waist, grounding, steady, confident without forcing anything. your fingers curl into his side as you shift closer, your bodies aligning easily.
when he pulls back just enough to look at you, you try to follow his lips, not wanting to break the kiss just yet. he sees you trying to kiss him again and he smiles, darker this time.
“told you”, he murmurs.
and then he kisses you again, slower, deeper, the playful energy no longer there, disappearing into something undeniably heated. the pace quickens, han presses closer, his mouth claiming yours with more insistence, nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. your hands slide up his chest to tangle in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
his mouth trails from your lips, ghosting along your jawline before finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucks gently at first, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks down your spine, then harder, marking you with a blooming bruise that makes you arch into him.
“you’re mine for now”, he whispers against your skin, his voice low and deep, the vibration humming through you.
you tilt your head to give him better access, your own lips seeking out his neck in retaliation, kissing the pulse point there, then biting down softly, sucking until a faint red mark appears. han groans, the sound muffled against your throat, his body shifting as he rolls you both, pinning you beneath him. his weight settles over you, his hips aligning with yours, the thin barrier of his boxers doing little to hide how hard he is, pressing insistently against you.
you feel powerful even under him, your hands roaming down his back, your nails scraping over the muscles that flex under your touch. your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and exposing the curve of his ass before sliding them lower.
han lifts his hips just enough to help you, kicking them off without breaking his rhythm on your neck, sucking harder now, his tongue licking the mark he’s leaving, a possessive edge to it that makes your cunt clench with need. you moan loudly, the sound echoing in your room, raw and unfiltered.
“fuck, jisung”, you moan, your body writhing beneath him, your thighs parting instinctively to cradle his naked form.
he chuckles against your skin, pulling back just enough to admire his work, a red mark blooming along your collarbone.
“already moaning like that? baby, i haven’t even started”, he teases you, his voice husky, his breath fanning hot over the marks he’s created, “you sound so desperate for me, y/n. i bet you’re soaking just from a little kissing”
his words make you squirm, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try to pull him back down. but he hovers there, smirking, his eyes locked on yours as his hands explore your body.
his fingers skim over the swell of your breasts, cupping them lightly without touching the hardened nipples that ache for attention, his thumbs hovering just at the edges. he moves lower, his hands splaying across your waist before sliding down to your thighs, parting them wider but never venturing inward.
the teasing is deliberate, agonising, his touch everywhere except where the heat pools hottest between your legs, where your clit throbs untouched and your entrance begs for friction. you whimper, your hips bucking up seeking more, the denial building a frustrating ache that has you begging.
“jisung, please... t-touch me”, you plead, your voice breaking on the words, your body trembling under his deliberate restraint.
he silences you with another kiss, deep and consuming, as he swallows your whines. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes half-lidded and intense.
“shh, be patient, baby”, he says, his hand still stroking your outer thigh, “i told you my body’s all you need. let me show you how crazy i can make you without rushing”
his tone sends a fresh gush of arousal slicking your folds, but he doesn’t relent, his touches remain feather-light and maddeningly avoidant. he shifts lower, his lips following the path his hands have traced. he kisses along your collarbone, then down to your chest, hovering over one breast.
his tongue circles the nipple slowly, teasing without quite touching, his breath hot and teasing until you arch up with a frustrated groan. then he closes his mouth over it, sucking firmly while his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, biting just hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from you.
his other hand mirrors the attention on your other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the nipple between them, tugging in time with the pull of his mouth. pleasure shoots straight to your core, making your cunt flutter emptily, wetness coating your inner thighs as you writhe beneath him.
satisfied with the marks he’s left there, he continues downward, his tongue flicking out to lick a wet trail over your stomach. his eyes never leave yours, dark and hungry, holding your gaze as he dips into your navel, then lower still, savoring the way your body quiver under his touch. that unwavering eye contact makes your cheeks burn, but you can’t look away. he reaches the tops of your thighs, licking the sensitive skin there, his lips brushing kisses along the crease where leg meets hip.
he moves to the inside of one thigh, his teeth nipping playfully at the tender flesh, sucking another faint mark into existence just inches from where you need him most. his breath ghosts over your folds, so close you can feel the warmth, your clit pulsing in anticipation, but he pulls away deliberately, switching to the other thigh. he repeats the torment - kissing, licking, biting - drawing out the tease until your hips move, seeking his mouth.
“jisung, god, p-please… j-just touch me there”, you beg him, your voice high and desperate, your hands fisting the sheets as frustration coils tight in your stomach.
he pauses, looking up at you with a wicked smile, his chin resting on your thigh.
“see? just my mouth, nothing else, and you’re already begging like this”, he says, his voice rough with his own arousal, his eyes flicking down to where you’re glistening for him, “imagine what it’ll feel like when i finally give you what you want”
the words are a taunt, but there’s a playful edge that only heightens the ache. before you can respond, he dives in, his tongue flat and broad as it licks a slow stripe up your folds, tasting your arousal with a hum of approval.
“you’re so sweet”, he murmurs against you, then circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it lightly before sucking gently.
you cry out, your hips bucking as waves of pleasure crash over you. he doesn’t hold back now, his mouth working you over with focused intent, his tongue delving into your entrance to lap at the slickness there, then returning to your clit.
your hands fly to his hair, gripping tight as you grind against his face, almost riding him in your desperation. he groans into you, the vibration sending shocks through your core, his hands pinning your thighs wider to devour you deeper, his nose bumping your clit as his tongue thrusts inside.
but just as the coil winds unbearably tight, your moans turning frantic, han pulls back abruptly, his lips shiny with you. you whine in protest, but he crawls up, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. you taste yourself on him, fueling your hunger as your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer. he settles between your legs, his cock heavy and leaking against your thigh, the tip nudging your entrance as he grinds once, twice, teasing the stretch without entering.
he positions himself, about to thrust in, when his eyes catch something on the wall - the full-length mirror, reflecting the scene in vivid detail, your flushed body arched beneath him, his muscles taut as he hovers, the raw intimacy captured from the side.
his gaze locks on the mirror, the reflection capturing every flushed inch of your body splayed beneath him, his own form hovering with restrained hunger. the sight pulls a low groan from his throat, but he freezes just as his cock nudges your entrance without pushing in. you feel him pausing, your body clenching around nothing, desperate for the fill you’ve been craving since his mouth left you trembling.
“jisung please”, you beg him, your voice cracking as frustration and need crash over you.
your hands clutch at his shoulders, pulling him down with all your strength. your hips buck up instinctively, trying to draw him in, but he holds back. tears of overwhelming want prick at your eyes, your breaths coming in shaky sobs as you writhe beneath him.
“i need you inside me now. fuck, i can’t wait anymore”
the words tumble out raw and unfiltered, your cunt throbbing with emptiness, slick dripping down your thighs. han’s eyes soften for a split second, dark with desire, but he just dips his head, capturing your lips in a deep, soothing kiss that steals your breath. his tongue strokes yours lazily, contrasting the urgency of your pleas, grounding you even as it stokes the fire.
when he pulls back, his hands are gentle but firm on your hips, moving you onto your hands and knees, the sheets bunching under your palms as he positions you in front of the mirror, your reflection staring back with wide, needy eyes and lips swollen from his kisses.
he kneels behind you, his cock heavy and leaking against your inner thigh, sliding through your folds once to coat himself in your wetness. he bends forward, his chest pressing to your back, his mouth hot against your ear. one hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head so you’re forced to meet your own gaze in the mirror.
“look at yourself”, he says, his voice a rough whisper that sends shivers racing over your skin, “see how fucking beautiful you are right now? on your knees for me, begging like this, dripping for my cock. you’re perfect, y/n, god, i could watch you like this forever”
the words hit hard, vulnerability mixing with the heat as you watch yourself in the mirror, the raw need etched on your face making your core clench tighter. you whimper, pushing back against him, but he holds your hips steady, drawing out the tease.
“jisung, please…i need it, i-i need you”, your voice is a whine, your body trembling on all fours, the mirror amplifying every quiver, every bead of sweat trailing down your spine.
finally, he straightens just enough, gripping your hips as the tip of his cock presses to your entrance, parting the slick folds before he thrusts in, stretching you open. you cry out, your eyes locked on the mirror as you watch him disappear inside you, the sight filthy and intoxicating as he bottoms out with a groan.
“fuck, so tight for me”, he says, his voice strained as he starts to move, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, setting a steady rhythm that has your breasts bouncing, your arms shaking.
you can’t tear your eyes away from the reflection, the visual of him fucking you from behind, his abs flexing with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips, pushing you higher.
“that’s it, baby, look how good you take me”, han says, leaning forward to nip at your shoulder, his pace quickening, “so pretty like this. you’re made for me, aren’t you?”
his words fuel the fire, each praise sending jolts straight to your core, your walls fluttering around him as he drives deeper, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. he doesn’t let up, thrusting harder now, the head of his cock hits that spot inside you with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyelids, but you force yourself to watch, to see the pleasure twisting your features, the way your mouth falls open in silent screams.
“jisung- oh god, yes, right there”, you moan, pushing back to meet him, the mirror showing the perfect sync of your bodies colliding.
then, he pulls you up with him, your back flush against his chest. his arm moves around your waist, holding you steady as he stays seated inside you, the new position letting him rub his cock against your walls from a different angle. both of you face the mirror now, the reflection even more intimate - your legs spread wide, your breasts heaving, his free hand roaming possessively over your skin.
“look at us”, he says against your neck, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “so fucking hot together. see how i fill you up? you’re glowing for me”
his hand cups one breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the nipple until you arch into his touch, a moan escaping your lips. the other hand dips lower, his fingers finding your clit, circling it firmly, then flicking in time with his thrusts as he picks up speed again. the stimulation is overwhelming, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, your cunt squeezing him.
“fuck, jisung, i’m so close”, you whimper, your head falling back against his shoulder, but he turns your chin gently, forcing your eyes to the mirror.
you turn your head instead, seeking his mouth, crashing your lips against his in a messy, desperate kiss. your tongues tangle as you moan into him, the vibrations humming through both of you, his thrusts never faltering. he swallows your cries, biting your lower lip before releasing, both of you panting as you break apart.
“eyes on the mirror, baby, watch me make you come”, he tells you, his voice raspy, and you obey, locking gazes with your reflections - his intense stare over your shoulder, your own eyes wide and glassy.
the sight tips you over - his fingers pressing harder on your clit, the others pinching your nipple, his cock slamming inside you as your bodies move in perfect, heated unison. you come first, shattering around him with a scream. it’s intense, harder than before, a gush of wetness squirting out around his cock - not a flood, but enough to soak his thighs and the sheets below, the mirror capturing the way your body trembles, your cunt pulsing visibly. han follows seconds later, groaning your name as he buries deep, hot spurts of cum flooding you, his hips jerking erratically through the aftershocks.
your eyes stay connected in the reflection, the shared vulnerability in that gaze prolonging your highs, your bodies locked together as you ride it out. he softens inside you, but doesn’t pull out yet - instead, he dips his head to your neck, his lips latching on to suck a fresh mark into the skin, his teeth grazing as he marks you one last time. the sensation draws a final shiver from you, oversensitive and spent.
“you’re so beautiful when you come for me”, he says, his voice tender now, laced with awe.
with a shared sigh, he eases you both down, collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs - him spooning you from behind, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, his cum trickling down your thighs. you nestle back into him, his arm draping over your waist, pulling you closer.
han stays wrapped around you for a moment longer, his breathing slowly evening out against your back. then, carefully, like he’s afraid to jostle you too much, he shifts.
“hey”, he says softly.
he guides you with gentle hands, turning you until you’re lying on your back, the sheets cool beneath you. he hovers over you briefly, his eyes scanning your face with an uncharacteristic seriousness.
“you good?”, he asks quietly, “i didn’t- i mean, tell me you’re okay”
you answer by tugging him down instead, your fingers curling into his hair as you kiss him. it’s not rushed or hungry now, it’s just warm and lingering, reassuring. he melts into it instantly, a small laugh escaping him against your mouth.
“okay”, he says, kissing you again, “i’ll take that as a yes”
“i’m more than okay”, you murmur between kisses, pulling him closer when he tries to lift his head, “don’t overthink it”
he exhales, relief softening his expression, “okay”, he says, half amused, half fond.
he steals another kiss, slower this time, before finally rolling onto his side and reaching for his boxers. he pulls them on, still glancing at you like he’s not quite ready to leave yet. he leans in and kisses you again, just before he stands up and goes to the door. at the door, he pauses, his fingers resting on the handle, then looks back with a playful glint in his eyes.
“hey, y/n”, he says, “don’t use the mirror with the next one”
you raise an eyebrow, deciding to tease him a bit, “or what?”
he scoffs lightly, trying to appear mad but smiling.
“or i’ll get jealous”, he laughs, then adds, “no, seriously, that was-”, he gestures vaguely, then shakes his head with a laugh, “it wouldn’t be fair”
you laugh too, the sound warm and loose, “no promises”
he groans softly, shaking his head as he opens the door, “you’re dangerous”
“you’re the one that came up with that idea”
he smiles one last time before slipping out, the door closing quietly behind him. you sit up slowly, the sheet sliding down your body, which still hums, your skin warm, marked by the memory of his hands, his voice, the way he looked at you. and not only han, also the ones that came before him.
you run a hand through your hair, letting out a slow breath. you shift closer to the centre of the bed, the sheets sliding softly beneath you as you reposition yourself until the mirror is fully in view again. the sight of your reflection makes your breath catch.
you barely recognise yourself - your hair mussed, your skin flushed, your lips swollen from kisses that haven’t quite faded yet. faint marks bloom across your body, proof of everything that’s happened today. you look touched. claimed. wanted. desired.
your chest rises and falls a little faster as you take it all in. there’s something intoxicating about seeing it, about seeing yourself like this. undone and glowing, your eyes a little glassy, your posture loose in the aftermath of pleasure. the mirror doesn’t let you hide from it, and you don’t want to.
the heat curls low in your body again, slow and insistent, a now familiar warmth spreading as anticipation builds again. you swallow, your thighs shifting slightly beneath the sheet, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.
your fingers lift without thinking, tracing the line of your jaw, then brushing over your lips. they feel sensitive, still tingling. you press them together gently, remembering how they were kissed, bitten, licked, murmured into just moments ago. the thought alone makes your stomach tighten.
you tilt your head, studying your reflection again, watching the way your body responds, how your breathing changes, how your posture softens into something open and inviting without you meaning it to.
and then the door opens again.
you don’t look away from the mirror right away. you hear the soft click of it closing again, footsteps crossing the room, unhurried, stopping beside the bed and only then do you turn your head.
seungmin stands there, wearing nothing but his boxers. his gaze lands on you instantly, on the way you’re stretched across the bed, on the marks you haven’t bothered to hide, on the way you’re looking at yourself in the mirror and then at him.
for a split second, he just stares at you. then his lips part slightly, and he exhales a quiet, almost disbelieving breath.
“wow”, he says softly.
“come here”, you say, it’s not an order, not quite, but it lands like one anyway.
seungmin barely has time to react before you’re moving. you rise onto your knees on the bed, the sheet completely forgotten at this point, and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him into you. your mouths meet in a kiss that’s immediate and unrestrained, all heat and urgency.
his hands come up instinctively, gripping your waist, his fingers digging in. the kiss deepens, your bodies knocking together as he steps closer, caught completely off guard by your energy.
“wow, what-”, he says again against your mouth, half a laugh, half disbelief, but he doesn’t pull away, you don’t give him the chance.
using more strength than you realise you still have, you guide him down with you, moving until your back meets the mattress and you pull him over you. he braces himself on his forearms just in time, hovering above you, his eyes dark and searching as your lips find his again.
the kiss turns slower here, heavier, deliberate. your hands slide up his back, holding him there. he kisses you back with growing hunger, need bleeding into every movement, until he stops. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, his breath uneven.
“okay”, he says quietly, “i’m not complaining about this, but-”, his thumb brushes your side, grounding you, “what has gotten into you?”
you try to kiss him again, chasing his mouth, but he pauses you with a gentle touch to your cheek.
“hey”, he says, “come on, talk to me”
you lean into his hand instead, your eyes soft but intense.
“i just-”, you exhale shakily, “i just need you close right now. i want you here, with me”
something shifts in his expression, surprise melting into warmth, into something protective and real. he kisses you then, deeper this time, slower but no less intense. his lips move against yours with purpose, like he’s grounding both of you through the contact. his hand stays firm on your waist, steady, reassuring. when he pulls back, his voice is low, careful.
“how is it going?”, he says, his eyes searching yours, “how are you holding up after… everything?”
you stop kissing him, really stop this time, and look at him properly. he’s still hovering over you, still warm, still close, but now there’s space for words. your hands rest on his shoulders, your thumbs brushing his skin as you speak.
“i’m okay”, you say softly, “better than okay, just… a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way, don’t worry”
his brows knit slightly, a bit of concern still there, “you sure?”
“yeah”, you nod, “it’s intense. all of it. but i like how it makes me feel”
you meet his eyes and his expression softens completely.
“okay”, he says quietly, “i was just checking, there’s no rush, just do whatever you want”
seungmin’s lips brush your forehead, lingering there before he trails softer kisses across your face - first to one cheek, then the other, each press light and tender, warming the skin flushed from earlier. he dots a quick one on the tip of your nose, drawing a small, surprised giggle from you that breaks the tension just enough. his eyes crinkle at the edges with gentle amusement, but there’s heat building underneath, a subtle shift as his mouth finds yours once more.
this kiss starts tender but it deepens quickly, mouths opening to let tongues meet in slow, exploratory strokes. his hand cups the side of your face, his thumb tracing your jawline, while the other stays on your waist, pulling you closer. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly to angle him better, and the need becomes even bigger, kisses turning hungrier, breaths mingling hot and ragged.
you roll your hips experimentally, pressing your core against the growing hardness in his boxers, and he groans low into your mouth. you break away just long enough to move him - your hands push at his shoulders, guiding him until his back hits the headboard with a soft thud. he lets you, a surprised huff escaping him as you straddle his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs, your bare skin brushing his clothed one.
“careful there”, he says, his voice husky but laced with concern, his hands settling on your hips to steady you, “you good? not pushing too hard after... everything?”
you nod, leaning in to capture his lips again, but not before a shared laugh bubbles up as the position settles.
“i’m perfect”, you whisper against him, and the words seem to reassure him, his grip loosening, his palms sliding up your sides.
the laughter fades into moans as you kiss him again, deeper this time, your body rocking instinctively against his. you feel him harden fully beneath you, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, pressing right up into your slick folds through the barrier.
his moan vibrates against your mouth, low and needy, as you grind down deliberately now, circling your hips to drag your cunt along his length. your clit catches on the ridge of him with each pass, building that familiar ache low in your stomach.
“fuck”, he breathes, breaking the kiss to tilt his head back slightly, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you move.
his hands continue moving, one squeezing your ass to encourage you, the other tracing up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple until you arch into it with a gasp. your movements grow more insistent, slickness soaking through his boxers as you chase the pressure.
but you want more, you need more. you trail kisses down his jaw, nipping at the sharp line before moving to his neck. you start sucking a light mark into the skin just below his ear, your tongue soothing the spot as he shudders beneath you.
“god, y/n”, he groans, his head falling to the side to give you better access, “you feel so good like this, k-keep going”
you kiss lower, across his chest, your tongue flicking over one nipple before sucking it briefly.
“if you wanna know why i was like that when you came in, it’s just... with han before, i completely lost it. the mirror… he had me on my knees, watching myself beg for him, and then he fucked me from behind while we stared at each other. and before that, all the others... it’s all so intense”, you pause to bite his nipple lightly, drawing a moan from him, “so i’m feeling extra needy right now, like i can’t get enough. and also, last time, with you... you were so sweet, so soft, the only one that made love to me... so you deserve a reward today, let me take care of you”
seungmin’s breaths come faster, his cock twitching under you as your words sink in, his hips bucking up involuntarily to meet your grinding.
“f-fuck, hearing that... you’re killing me, and i should be the one doing that”, he says, his fingers tightening in your hair.
you slide lower, kissing down his body, as your hands hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. he lifts his hips to help you, kicking them off, until he’s naked beneath you, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with precum. you settle between his legs, your eyes locked on his as your hand wraps around the base, giving a slow, firm stroke that has him hissing through his teeth.
“y/n- fuck, yes”, he moans, watching you, anticipation darkening his gaze.
he thinks you’re going for it, your mouth hovering close, your breath ghosting over the sensitive head, your lips parting just enough to tease. his hand reaches out, his thumb brushing your cheek encouragingly, a silent plea in his eyes.
but at the last second, you pull back, a mischievous glint in your eye as you shake your head.
“as much as i want to”, you say, your voice low and teasing, pumping him once more to keep the edge sharp, “it wouldn’t be fair to the others. i didn’t do this with any of them, we have to keep it even, you know?”
seungmin’s expression twists into near desperation, a whine escaping him as his hips jerk into your hand.
“what? no, please y/n- come on, just a little, i-i’ll beg if you want”, his voice cracks on the last word, his cock throbbing in your grip, leaking more as he stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, his chest heaving.
the sight tugs at you, but you hold firm, releasing him with a final squeeze before crawling back up his body. you straddle him again, your chest pressing flush to his, your nipples grazing his skin as you align your hips. his cock nestles hot and heavy against your cunt, sliding through your wetness as you rock once, coating him.
“maybe another time”, you whisper, leaning in to kiss him softly, reassuringly, your hand guiding his cock to your entrance, “it could be just you and me… no rules, no more wheels. i promise i will suck you off then”
with that promise hanging in the air, your hips sink down slowly, taking the head of his cock past your entrance in one deliberate motion. the stretch is immediate, your walls fluttering around him as you lower yourself further until he’s fully inside you.
seungmin’s head falls back against the headboard with a thud, a loud, unrestrained moan ripping from his throat as your cunt clenches tight around him, slick and welcoming after all the buildup.
“fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut for a second, his hands on your hips to hold you steady, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
the sound is so desperate, so unfiltered, that it sends a thrill through you, but you lean forward quickly, crashing your mouth against his to muffle the next groan. as you start to move, rolling your hips, he moans again, but this time it’s into your kiss, the sound muffled and intimate. you echo it back, a soft whimper escaping you as his cock drags against your inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside with every shift.
you lift slightly before dropping back down, taking him deeper each time, while he thrusts up to meet you, the slap of skin on skin starting soft but growing wetter, more insistent. you keep kissing him through it, your mouths never fully parting, your tongues tangling lazily at first, then with more urgency as the pleasure coils tighter.
“god, you feel amazing”, he says against your lips, his voice breathy and rough, his eyes locked on yours, “so tight around me”
you smile into the next kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before whispering back, “keep talking like that and i’ll ride you all day. you like how i take you?”
“yeah- fuck, yes. don’t stop, y/n. just like that”
the words spur you on, your pace quickening. you bounce a little harder now, your breasts brushing his chest. sweat beads on his skin, and you can feel your own arousal dripping down, easing the glide as his cock moves in and out.
his hands wander upward from your hips, sliding over the curve of your waist to cup your breasts, his palms warm and possessive. he squeezes them first, his thumbs tugging at your nipples with just enough pressure to make you arch into his touch, a sharp gasp breaking from your throat.
“you are perfect”, he says, his voice laced with awe and hunger, rolling your nipples between his fingers as you ride him. his words have you moaning louder, your head tipping back briefly.
“keep talking, minnie”, you say, grinding down to feel him bottom out, your clit grinding against him, “tell me how good you feel inside me”
“so fucking good… you’re gripping me so hard. you like this, huh?”, his moves quicken, making your walls flutter wildly around him.
you nod frantically, encouraging him, “yes, just like that- d-don’t stop”, your hands on his shoulders as you also pick up speed, the room filling with the sounds of your bodies connecting - wet smacks, heavy breaths, mingled moans.
the tension builds relentlessly, that familiar heat pooling low in your stomach again. you’re both close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts grow erratic, his hips snapping up with more force.
without thinking, your hand slips between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, and you start circling it in tight, firm strokes, chasing the release that’s hovering just out of reach. seungmin’s eyes drop to watch you, darkening further at the sight, your fingers working yourself shamelessly while you fuck him, the visual pushing him closer to the brink.
“holy shit”, he says, unable to tear his gaze away, his chest heaving as he thrusts deeper, “t-that’s so hot, y/n, you touching yourself while i’m inside you. fuck, you’re gonna make me come just from seeing you”
his words hit like a spark, intensifying everything. you lean in, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss to swallow the next moan, your tongues battling as your circles quicken. he matches your pace, one hand still on your breast, the other gripping your ass to pull you down harder onto his cock. the pressure builds until you finally break, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls spasming around him, a cry muffled against his lips as you come undone.
“i-i’m coming- fuck, y/n”, he mumbles brokenly and then, he breaks too, groaning into the kiss as his cock throbs, spilling hot inside you with deep, stuttering thrusts.
you ride your highs together, your movements slowing to a grind as the waves subside, your bodies slick and spent. you collapse against him, your forehead to his shoulder, both of you panting. his arms wrap around you immediately, holding you close. you lift your head, meeting his eyes - softer now, but still dark with hunger - and a lazy smile curves your lips. he mirrors it, before he pulls you in for a hungry kiss, slow and deep.
“mmhm”, you hum against him, nipping playfully, and he chuckles softly, chasing your mouth for more - kisses that linger, teasing as you stay connected, unwilling to separate just yet.
the laughter comes first. it slips out of both of you almost at the same time, soft and breathless, like your bodies don’t quite know what to do with all the leftover energy yet. you rest your forehead against his for a moment, still straddling him, the closeness grounding.
“you know”, you say, brushing your thumb along his lips, “the first time we did this, you were way softer”
he lets out a quiet laugh, his head tipping back against the headboard, “was i?”
“mmhm”, you nod, playful and teasing, “all careful, making love to me”, you tilt your head, smiling knowingly, “today though? you were… different”
his eyes flick back to yours, amused, “different how?”
“harder”, you say simply, grin widening, “like you had to prove that you had it in you”
he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, “guess i’m just full of surprises”
“dangerous ones”, you add.
he groans, his hands sliding to your hips again, his thumbs pressing lightly like he’s tempted to pull you right back into him. instead, he exhales slowly, before he speaks again.
“come here”, he says.
he helps you move, guiding you gently down until you’re lying back against the mattress. he follows you just enough to press a soft kiss to your lips before he slips out of you completely. you feel the space between you as he straightens, the warmth fading as you feel the rest of your fluids dripping down your thighs.
he reaches for his boxers, pulling them on with a lazy kind of reluctance.
“don’t look so smug”, he says, catching your expression.
“i didn’t say anything”
“you didn’t have to”
he moves towards the door, then pauses and turns back. he walks right back to the bed and leans down beside you again, his voice quieter now, teasing but sincere.
“you know… what you said earlier”, he says, “about, you know… sucking me off another time”
you laugh loudly at his words, “seungmin, i wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t mean it”
his lips curve slowly, satisfaction flickering across his face, “good”
he leans in, kisses you one more time, warm and unhurried, and then he pulls back, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
“good luck with the next one”, he says.
you laugh again as he straightens, and you watch him leave the room with one last glance at you over his shoulder.
the door clicks shut and you’re left there, your breath slow, your body tired and overstimulated but still humming. you lie there for a moment after seungmin leaves, the room quiet except for your own breathing. your thoughts tumble over one another - flashes of hands, voices, laughter, the way each of them feel different with you.
it’s almost overwhelming how wanted you feel and even as your body should be completely spent, there’s that familiar, restless pull again, reminding you that you’re far from done.
the door opens again. you turn your head just in time to see changbin step inside, the soft click of the door closing behind him. he’s only wearing his boxers, showing his growing bulge, his expression immediately darkening when his eyes land on you.
“hey”, he says.
“hi, bin”
he doesn’t rush, he just walks to your bed and lies down facing you, the two of you on your sides, close enough that your knees brush. his gaze flicks over your face, attentive, careful.
“how are you holding up?”, he asks quietly, “really, you can tell me”
you smile at him, warmth spreading through your chest, “i’m good, better than good actually”
he hums, like he’s relieved but still keeping watch, like he always does with you, “yeah? you’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”
“always”, you say, reaching out to brush your fingers lightly over his forearm, “you know that”
“okay, good, just wanted to make sure”
there’s a pause, a comfortable one, but still charged. your finger traces higher, slow and deliberate, following the line of his bicep. you feel him moving, getting closer to you, leaning into your touch.
“so”, you say, your eyes meeting his again, “what’s your plan with me tonight?”
his lips curve, something darker setting on his face. you feel your thighs clenching unconsciously, feeling yourself getting wet again, wondering what’s he gonna do with you. or to you.
“last time”, he says softly, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush your mouth, “you were the one in charge”
you remember. the way he let you lead, let you decide, let you take him however you wanted. let you ride him until you collapsed from your own pleasure.
“you did what you wanted with me”, he continues, his voice low, “used me exactly how you felt like”
your pulse jumps. you nod your head, waiting for him to continue, because that’s the only thing your body can do.
“this time…”, he says, but he doesn’t continue, he kisses you.
it’s firm, deliberate. his hand slides to your waist as he shifts, guiding you onto your back. he follows, bracing himself above you, his weight settling over you, his body pressed against yours, his clothed cock rubbing against your aching cunt.
he pulls back just enough to look at you.
“this time”, he repeats, brushing his lips against yours again, “i’m doing whatever i want”
another kiss, deeper now, claiming you.
“and i’m going to use you”, he says against your mouth, his voice steady, confident, “exactly how i feel like”
and that’s all he needs. his words make you clench around nothing, letting out a moan that he silences with another kiss, hungry and bruising. his tongue sweeps into your mouth with a hunger that matches the fire building in your core, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he sucks it between his teeth, drawing a soft whimper from you.
his body presses down harder, the thin barrier of his boxers doing little to hide the rigid length of his cock grinding against your bare cunt, the friction sending sparks through your already sensitive folds. you arch up into him, your hands sliding up his back to clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging in as the kiss turns even more desperate.
he breaks the kiss only to tug his boxers down, kicking them aside, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum. the sight makes your mouth water, and without thinking, your hand darts down, eager to wrap your hand around him, to stroke the heat pulsing there, but changbin catches your wrist, pinning it gently but firmly above your head.
“no”, he says, his voice low and commanding, his eyes locking onto yours, “you can’t touch today. it’s my turn, remember? no hands on me”
your breath hitches at the authority in his tone, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your cunt. you nod, biting your lip, the denial only heightening the ache between your legs.
“okay”, you whisper, your voice breathy.
he releases your wrist but keeps it there with a warning look before crashing his mouth back to yours. the kiss is fiercer now, his hand roaming down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping between your thighs.
his fingers find your clit immediately and he starts circling it with slow, deliberate pressure, the pad of his thumb gliding over the sensitive nub in tight loops that make your hips buck involuntarily.
you moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as pleasure shoots through you. he doesn’t stop the kiss, swallowing every gasp as his touch grows bolder, his fingers parting your folds, stroking through your wetness, coating himself in your arousal.
then, without warning, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right to press against that spot. your walls flutter around them, gripping him tight as he pumps slowly, his thumb working your clit.
“fuck, bin”, you gasp when he pulls back for air, your head falling to the side as his lips trail to your neck.
he stays there, sucking a mark in your skin, his teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothes the sting. all the while, his fingers thrust deeper, moving inside you, stretching you open with them.
“god, i’ve wanted you like this for so long”, he growls against your throat, his voice rough with need, “last time, you took my cock like you owned it, made me watch you come all over me. but i wanted to pin you down, make you beg for it, fuck you until you couldn’t think straight”
his words send heat pooling in your stomach, your cunt clenching harder around his fingers, your hips rolling up to meet each thrust. the wet sounds of him fingering you fill the room, loud and intoxicating, your slick coating his hand as you chase your climax.
“changbin- fuck, yes, right there”, you moan, your body writhing beneath him, your thighs trembling as his fingers curl again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
you can feel the tension coiling tight, your breaths coming in short, desperate bursts, but he doesn’t let up, his mouth moving lower to suck another bruise into your collarbone while his fingers works you relentlessly. he lifts his head suddenly, his eyes dark and intent as he watches your face contort in pleasure.
“i’m not done yet”, he says, his voice husky, withdrawing his fingers just enough to make you whine at the loss.
before you can protest, he kisses down your body, his lips brushing your breasts, his tongue flicking over one nipple before moving again until he settles between your thighs. his hands spread your legs wider, your thighs hooked over his shoulders, exposing you completely to his gaze.
the first swipe of his tongue is devastating, flat and broad, lapping from your entrance up to your clit in one long, slow drag that has you screaming his name, the sound raw and echoing off the walls.
“changbin! oh god-”
he hums in response, the vibration rumbling through your core as he dives in fully, his mouth sealing over your cunt. his tongue delves inside, tasting every inch of your slick heat while his lips suck gently at your folds. you move against the sheets, your hands fisting the fabric as pleasure overwhelms you.
you lift your head just enough to look at him, but he doesn’t stop, he pulls back just enough to let a thick strand of saliva mixed with your arousal connect his lips to your clit, the sight filthy and intimate as he holds your gaze, his eyes smoldering with hunger.
“look at you”, he says before his mouth returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips with firm, pulsing pressure that makes your back arch off the bed, “such a good girl for me, taking my tongue like this, so wet and needy. you’re dripping all over my face, y/n”
his praise washes over you like fire, your body responding with frantic clenches, your hips grinding up against his mouth. one of his hands goes up to cup your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple in time with the flicks of his tongue, while his other hand pushes two fingers back inside you, curling deep and thrusting hard.
the combination is too much, everything is too much - his mouth devouring your clit, his fingers filling you, his hand gripping your breast. it pushes you higher, the coil in your stomach winding unbearably tight.
you’re relentless, your moans turning into cries as you chase your release, your thighs quivering around his head. sensing you’re close, changbin moves, his hand leaving your breast to grip your waist instead, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force, pinning you flat to the mattress. you know there’ll be marks blooming there later - red imprints of his hold, a reminder of his control.
just as your walls start to spasm, the orgasm hovering on the edge, he pulls back abruptly.
“not yet”, he growls against your clit, his fingers slipping out, his mouth lifting away, leaving you trembling and empty, the denial hitting like a punch to the gut.
your body trembles on the edge, every nerve ending screaming for a release that he’s cruelly stopped. the emptiness between your legs aches fiercely, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs from the teasing that’s left you so utterly wrecked. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, frustration and need blurring your vision as you look at him, your lips parted in a silent plea.
“please, bin”, you beg, your voice breaking on a sob, the words tumbling out in a rush, “i need it, i-i need you. don’t stop, i can’t take it anymore. fuck, just let me come”
he hovers above you, his cock throbbing against your thigh, the heat of it a torturous reminder of what you’re craving. but changbin doesn’t give in right away. instead, he leans closer, his broad frame caging you in, one hand cupping your cheek to wipe the tears that slip free.
“it’s okay, sweetheart”, he says softly, “i’ve got you, no more tears, quiet now”
his lips brush yours in a gentle kiss, slow and coaxing, swallowing the next whimper that rises in your throat. the kiss deepens just enough to silence your pleas, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth until you open for him, melting into the warmth as the desperation calms a bit. he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling in the space between you.
“you’ve been such a good girl for me”, he whispers, the praise making your heart stutter even as your body throbs, “taking everything i give you, letting me tease you until you’re shaking. good girls like you deserve rewards, big ones, and i’m gonna give you exactly what you need”
the words ignite something deep inside, your cunt fluttering in anticipation as he shifts, lining himself up. the head of his cock nudges at your entrance, slick and ready, and with one smooth thrust, he pushes inside, stretching you open, filling the void that’s been tormenting you.
you moan louder than ever before, the sound ripping from your chest, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the room - or rather, the entire dorm - as your walls clamp down around him, greedy for more. he’s so deep already, the pressure perfect, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your back arch.
changbin groans low in his throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips sucking and biting there, marking the skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses that sting just right.
“fuck, you’re so tight”, he says against your throat, his hips snapping forward.
the fullness is overwhelming, every ridge and vein dragging along your inner walls as he moves - slow at first, deliberate rolls that grind his pelvis against your clit with each pass. you cry out again, the pleasure sharp and immediate, your hands flying to his body - your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, then sliding down to his back, your nails scraping lightly as you pull him closer.
he lifts his head to capture your mouth in another kiss, this one messy and fervent, your tongues tangling as moans spill between you. yours vibrate against his lips with every thrust, his own grunts mixing in, the sounds loud but intimate.
“that’s it, y/n”, he praises you between kisses, his voice husky and wrecked, “moan for me like that, let me hear how good my cock feels inside you”
your hands roam restlessly, one threading into his hair to tug gently, urging him deeper into the kiss, the other clutching at his bicep, feeling the flex of muscle as he braces himself.
he adjusts then, hooking one of your legs over his hip, spreading you wider to open you up more fully, one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold it there, the angle allowing him to sink even deeper, the head of his cock brushing that sensitive spot inside with unerring precision.
“y-yeah, like that, please”, you beg him.
“yeah? you like this?”, he says against your lips, his hips picking up speed, “i’m gonna make you come like this, open up for me”, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air alongside your moans, “just let me fuck you right, i’m gonna make this cunt mine tonight”
the rhythm builds, fast and consuming, each thrust driving you higher, the coil in your stomach tightening again. your cunt flutters around him, slick coating his length, easing the way as he pounds into you, making your vision blur.
“god, look at you- so fucking perfect, taking my cock like this. you’re gonna come so hard for me, aren't you? my good girl, all mine”
“a-all yours, bin”
he shifts again, both hands now on your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest to fold you beneath him, the position exposing you completely. he leans down to kiss you once more, swallowing your cries and moans while his hips snap forward, faster now. your nails rake down his back, leaving faint red trails, and he hisses in pleasure, the sound spurring you on, your hips meeting his thrusts, the friction on your clit building unbearably.
“bin- oh fuck, i’m so close”, you moan into his mouth, your body trembling.
“come with me”, he says, his voice strained, “let go, show me how good i make you feel”
it hits you like a wave, crashing over with blinding intensity. your cunt spasming around him as you come undone. a gush of wetness escapes, just enough to soak where you’re joined, the slight squirt making everything slicker, more intense. changbin notices immediately, groaning deep and triumphant as he feels it, his thrusts stuttering.
“oh f-fuck yes- that’s my girl, squirting for me like that. so hot, y/n, you’re perfect”
that’s enough to tip him over, his hips thrusting one last time as he spills inside you, hot pulses of cum filling you up, his body shuddering with the force of it.
he collapses onto you then, both of you panting and spent. his cock twitches softly inside you, prolonging the aftershocks as your hands slide up to cradle his face, pulling him into a lazy kiss, your lips and tongues exploring lazily. he kisses you like he can’t get enough, even now, murmuring against your mouth between kisses.
“so good... my good girl…”
you kiss him this time, your lips searching for his. the kiss is unhurried, full, his weight settling more carefully now. there’s no rush, just closeness, just his uneven breath ghosting over your skin.
“y/n”, he murmurs softly, brushing his nose against yours, “you with me?”
you nod immediately, your fingers on his jaw, your thumbs stroking his skin, “yeah, all good”
his shoulders drop, relief flashing briefly across his face before that satisfied warmth returns. he kisses you again, gently now, peppering soft kisses along your lips, your nose, your cheek, your forehead.
“you did so good”, he says quietly, “so, so good for me”
his hand moves soothingly over your side, grounding you. you hum in response, pulling him closer just to feel him there a second longer.
eventually, he shifts, a wet sound accompanying as he slips out and his cum trickles down your thigh while he presses one last kiss to your mouth before moving back completely. he straightens, runs a hand through his hair, and then reaches for his boxers, pulling them on slowly.
he turns back to you, his eyes soft but still dark with that lingering edge.
“only one left now”, he says, a small smile tugging at his lips, “and i’m honestly impressed you’re still standing, well, i mean, you’re lying down but, you know what i mean”
you laugh weakly, sinking back into the mattress, “i know, bin”
he steps closer again, bends down to kiss you once more, then brushes his fingers through your hair, smoothing it back from your face.
“i’m proud of you”, he murmurs, “i always am”
your chest tightens at that, warmth spreading somewhere deeper than skin.
“i’ll see you soon”, he adds, his voice dropping just slightly.
then he straightens, gives you one last look, and heads for the door. it closes softly behind him, leaving you alone again, your heart still racing, your body heavy with sensation and overstimulation, the sheets under you a mess of you and the boys. well, almost all of them. there’s only one left.
chan.
you stay there for a few seconds, your chest rising and falling as everything catches up to you. and then, slowly, carefully, you push yourself upright. your legs protest immediately and you laugh under your breath as you stand up, one hand bracing against the bed when your knees wobble.
everything feels pleasantly overstimulated, your muscles loose, your skin sensitive, your body reminding you of just how much it’s been through today. step by step, you make your way towards the bathroom attached to your room, your bare feet sinking into the rug.
the light clicks on softly and you stop in front of the sink, your hands resting on the cool porcelain, and finally, you lift your gaze to the mirror.
it steals the breath right out of your lungs.
you’re flushed, your skin warm and glowing, your eyes a little glassy, your lips swollen from all the kissing. and everywhere - absolutely everywhere - there are marks. faint already in some places, darker in others. along your neck, just below your jaw. scattered beneath your breasts. along your hips, your waist, your thighs. evidence of hands, mouths, teeth. of being touched, held, wanted.
there’s something intoxicating about the sight, about knowing how each mark got there, who left it, what it meant in the moment. you trace one of them with your fingers, then another, watching the way your skin reacts under your touch. the feeling makes your thighs clench involuntarily, and you feel yourself getting wet again.
you look at yourself and feel powerful, desired, still hungry. and then, a soft sound comes from the bedroom, the door opening. you freeze, your eyes flicking up in the mirror. then you hear a dull thud against the floor. fabric, maybe.
before you can turn around, a presence fills the doorway behind you. you meet his reflection first - broad shoulders, familiar stance, relaxed but attentive. chan leans against the bathroom doorframe, like he’s taking you in slowly, deliberately.
oh, and he’s completely naked.
“hey”, he says.
the sound of his voice sends a shiver straight down your spine.
“hey”, you say looking at him through the mirror.
he closes the distance between you, his reflection stepping closer in the mirror, until his chest is almost brushing your back. then, his hands come to rest on your waist, his palms soft against your skin. the touch is careful at first, grounding, like he’s checking in without words. he looks at you in the mirror instead of directly at you, his eyes searching yours.
“you okay?”, he asks quietly, “you holding up?”
you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“yeah, i’m a bit overwhelmed”, you glance at him through the glass, “but i’m good, don’t worry”
his shoulders ease at that, a soft huff of relief leaving him.
“i figured”, he says, “but i still wanted to hear it from you”
he moves closer, his arms wrapping around you fully now, pulling you back against him. the contact is intimate without rushing - his chin near your shoulder, your bodies fitting together easily. you both look at yourselves in the mirror, the contrast striking: you marked and flushed, him steady and solid behind you.
“i thought things couldn’t get crazier than the last time but… guess i was wrong”, you laugh quietly
“yeah, i guess you could say that”, he chuckles against your shoulders, his eyes flicking over the reflection of your skin, the faint marks, the glow, “you really went through all of us”
“well, not yet”, you tease him, and that earns a low laugh from him.
“right. my turn now”
his lips brush your neck then, slow and unhurried, a soft kiss that makes your breath hitch. another one follows, then another, lower this time. his voice hums against your skin. you feel his tongue tracing down your shoulder before he speaks again.
“is this a kink you have?”, he asks casually, “you know, you and the mirror?”
you smile, tilting your head slightly to give him better access.
“i only discovered it today”, you say, “han’s fault”
he hums, amused, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “of course it is”
you turn in his arms then, until you’re facing him. his hands stay on your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly as he looks down at you. there’s warmth there, but also something darker underneath.
“also”, you add lightly, tracing your finger down his chest, quickly looking down to see his cock hard and ready, “hyunjin already fucked me on top of furniture earlier. so unless you’re planning on copying someone, i’d suggest you get creative, my leader”
for half a second, he just stares at you and then, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is hungry but controlled, deep without being rushed. his hands tighten on your waist as he pulls you closer, and you melt into him, your fingers curling into his shoulders as the kiss deepens.
when he pulls back, just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against yours before he speaks.
“trust me”, he says, his lips brushing yours once more, “i’m not copying anyone tonight”
and the look in his eyes tells you exactly how serious he is.
before you can respond, chan’s mouth claims yours again. the kiss is intoxicating, his lips pressing firm against yours, his tongue slipping past your teeth to tangle with yours. you feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as your hands move to his chest, your fingers tracing the defined lines of his muscles. he groans into the kiss, and his arms tighten around your waist, pulling your naked body flush against his, making his erection press against your stomach, hard and insistent.
suddenly, his hand wraps around yours, and he tugs you back into the bedroom. you barely register what he’s doing as he guides you across the short distance to the nearest wall. your back meets the smooth surface with a soft thud, his body crowding in immediately, pinning you there without trapping you. his presence is dominant yet attentive, like he’s savoring every second of your surrender.
“has anyone fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand on your feet anymore?”, he asks you, his voice low and rough, the words laced with a challenge that sends a thrill straight to your core.
you gulp and shake your head, your breath catching at the raw edge in his tone, your cunt clenching in anticipation. no one has pushed you that far yet, not tonight, not ever, and the admission makes heat flood your cheeks.
“good”, he says, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips, “then that one will be me”
he kisses you again, hungrier this time, devouring your mouth with a fervor that leaves no room for teasing. his tongue thrusts deep, while one hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the angle. the pull is just right, a sting that makes you gasp into him, and his other hand grips your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he grinds his hips forward.
his cock slides against your stomach, hot and thick, the friction drawing a low grunt from his throat that rumbles against your lips. you moan in response, the sound muffled by his mouth, your body arching instinctively to press closer, your thighs parting slightly as you feel the slickness building between your legs again.
he breaks the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw, nipping lightly before capturing your mouth once more, the rhythm of his grinding hips relentless. each roll presses him harder against you, his length trapped between your bodies, and you feel his precum smearing across your skin.
your hands roam his back, your nails scraping down his muscles, urging him on as grunts escape him with every thrust. you match him, moaning louder, the wall cool against your spine while his heat envelops you, the contrast heightening every sensation until you’re both lost in the grind.
chan’s control is ironclad, though. he kisses down your neck, sucking a fresh mark just below your collarbone before dropping lower. his mouth maps your body with purpose, his lips brushing the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking over a nipple that’s already hard from the cool air and his attention.
you whimper as he sucks hard enough to make your knees weaken, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue. he doesn’t linger long on one side, moving to the other with the same intensity, his hands steadying your hips to keep you upright against the wall.
his kisses continue down your stomach, until he gets to the curve of your hips. he nips at the skin there, right over one of the fading marks from earlier, and you feel the possessive edge in the bite, claiming you again.
finally, he sinks to his knees in front of you, the movement fluid and unhurried, his broad shoulders parting your thighs as he settles between them. his eyes lock on yours, looking up at you from this angle, his eyes dark with hunger.
“i have to do something again”, he says, his voice husky, as his hands slide up your legs, his thumbs tracing your inner thighs until they reach your core.
you barely have time to process before his mouth is on you, his lips sealing over your clit in a hot, wet kiss that makes your head fall back against the wall. he licks a slow, broad stripe up your folds, tasting the remnants of your earlier releases mixed with fresh arousal, and he groans deeply.
“fuck”, he moans against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.
his tongue delves deeper, parting your lips to lap at your entrance, circling with deliberate pressure that has your hips bucking forward.
“f-fuck chris!”, you scream his name, the sound echoing off the walls, raw and desperate.
he doesn’t stop, instead, he adds his fingers, two sliding inside you with ease thanks to how soaked you are. they curl immediately, hooking against that spot that makes you scream louder, pumping in time with the flicks of his tongue on your clit.
“please, chris, more, d-don't stop, fuck, i need it”, you beg him, your voice breaking on gasps, your hands fisting in his hair to hold him there.
he hums against you, and looks up, his eyes locked on your face as he works you over. you can see the slickness coating his face, feel it dripping down his jaw from how messily he’s devouring you, your arousal leaking freely as your thighs tremble around his head.
“i couldn’t stop thinking about your taste since i had you”, he growls between licks, pulling back just enough to speak, his fingers still thrusting deep and steady, “when you sat on my face… fuck, one time was not enough. you’re so sweet, so wet for me, dripping like this. i could do this all day”
his words make you clench around his fingers, and he dives back in, sucking your clit hard while moving his fingers inside you.
“chris! oh god, yes, right there please!”
the build is relentless, your body coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers, every swirl of his tongue. you feel the edge closer, your moans turning to pleas as you grind against his face. but just as the orgasm almost hits you, he stops. his mouth lifts, his fingers slipping free with a wet sound, leaving you hanging, throbbing and empty, a whine tearing from your throat in protest.
you stare down at him, your chest heaving, the denial hitting you like a wave crashing and pulling back just as it peaks. your tears prick at the corners of your eyes, frustration and need blurring your vision. you’re so tired and overstimulated that this denial feels like torture.
“chris, please- don’t stop, i was so close, fuck, i need you”, your voice cracks, your thighs quivering from the edge he left you on, your cunt clenching around nothing, aching for release.
he stands up slowly, his lips glistening with your wetness, his chin slick and shiny. his eyes never leave yours, dark and unyielding, making your heart stutter. as he stands fully, towering close, he cups your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spill over.
“shh, baby”, he says, his voice soft but firm, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a soothing kiss.
the taste of yourself lingers on his tongue as it slips into your mouth, swallowing your pleas. he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “you’re doing so good for me, such a perfect girl, taking everything i give you”
his words ease the whine in your throat even as your body screams for more. he kisses you again, one hand sliding down to grip your hip while the other tangles in your hair, holding you steady. you melt into it, moaning softly as his praise sinks in, making you feel cherished even in the torment.
“good girl”, he says between kisses, nipping your lower lip, “so patient, so wet and ready. you’re everything i want”
the ache between your legs pulses harder at his voice, but he doesn’t rush. his hard cock brushes against your thigh, thick and throbbing, the tip leaking as it nudges your skin. you reach for him, but he catches your wrist, guiding your hand away with a shake of his head.
“remember what i told you”, he says, his voice dropping, sending shivers down your spine, “i’m gonna fuck you hard, make you forget how to stand”
before you can even react, he lines the head of his cock against your entrance, slick and open. he sinks inside you, stretching your walls until he’s buried to the hilt. you cry out, the fullness overwhelming after his teasing, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusts to him. he groans low in his chest, his hips stilling for a moment to let you feel him - hot, pulsing, hard, filling every space.
then he starts moving, pulling back almost all the way before slamming forward, the force pinning you harder against the wall. your feet shift on the floor, your toes curling as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, his cock dragging against your inner walls.
“fuck, you feel so good”, he says, his mouth crashing back to yours in a messy kiss.
you kiss him back fiercely, while his hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb rolling your nipple. moans spill from your lips into his mouth, turning to screams as he angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.
“chris- oh god, yes”, you moan, breaking the kiss to nip at his jaw, then his neck, sucking a mark into the skin just below his ear.
he retaliates, his teeth grazing your throat, biting down enough to leave a fresh bruise. the pain mixes with pleasure, heightening everything as he fucks you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room.
your legs tremble, threatening to give out, but he holds you up with ease, one arm around your waist, the other braced against the wall beside your head now. grunts rumble from him with each thrust, matching your cries.
“you take me so well, baby, squeezing me like that”
the words push you higher, the build starting again but fiercer this time. as your orgasm gets closer, your breaths coming in pants, your legs wobbling under you, he shifts, his hands dropping to grip your thighs, lifting one leg first, then the other, wrapping them around his waist. you lock your ankles behind him, the new angle letting him sink even deeper, his cock bottoming out with every snap of his hips.
“fuck, c-chris, harder, please!”, you beg him, your head thrown back against the wall, your nails raking down his back as he picks up speed, pounding into you faster, the friction on your clit from his pelvis grinding against you with each thrust.
“that’s it, beg for me”, he says, his voice strained, his lips brushing your neck, “such a good girl, so tight and desperate. gonna make you come so hard”
“yes, chris, don't stop… f-fuck me!”, your voice breaking on sobs of pleasure.
your orgasm looms closer, your walls clenching around his length, but just as it teeters on the brink, he stops again. buried deep, he stills completely, his hips flush against yours, and you groan in frustration, your tears falling again now.
“no- chris, not again, please, i can’t- i need to come, fuck, don’t do this!”, you say, grinding desperately against him, but he doesn’t budge, his cock twitching inside you but not moving.
“shh, baby, i’ve got you”, he soothes you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that contrasts his denial, his tongue gentle as he hushes your whimpers.
one hand strokes your hair, the other supporting your weight as he begins to walk towards the bed, still inside you, every shift sending sparks through your oversensitive nerves. you cling to him, your legs tight around his waist, moaning into his mouth at the friction of him moving within you without thrusting.
he reaches the bed, lowering you both down without pulling out, your back hitting the soft sheets as he settles between your thighs. the mattress dips under his weight, and as soon as you’re lying down, he starts again, thrusting deep and hard, the pace even more punishing now.
“i’m gonna make you come now”, he growls, propping himself on one elbow while his other hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and circling it firmly.
his cock slamming into you, hitting that spot inside, and his thumb pressing your swollen clit shatter the last of your control. you scream his name, your body arching off the bed as waves crash over you, your cunt spasming around him in violent pulses.
“chris o-oh fuck”
the orgasm rips through you, intense and unrelenting, and he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, his fingers rubbing faster on your clit until you squirt, hot liquid gushing between you, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath. he groans loudly, the sight and feel pushing him over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he comes with you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with thick spurts of cum.
“fuck… take it all, baby, that’s it”, he grunts, burying his face in your neck, marking you with a final bite as your shared release leaves you both trembling, screaming into each other’s skin.
he collapses over you with a low, shaky breath, his weight warm and grounding as the moment finally breaks. the only sound in the room is the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. his forehead drops to your shoulder, his chest rising and falling against yours.
“hey”, he says after a second, lifting his head just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing your cheek, gentle now, “you good?”
you nod, still a little dazed, your eyes soft as you look back at him.
“yeah”, you breathe, “i’m good, chris, don’t worry”
he lets out a small, fond laugh, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, then another to your temple.
“you did amazing”, he says quietly, “not just with me. all of it. but i need to make sure you’re really okay”
the care in his voice makes your chest tighten. you reach up, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. eventually, he shifts, careful as he slips out of you, his cum trickling down your thigh, and you feel just how sensitive you are when the air hits your skin. you hiss softly, and he freezes immediately.
“sorry”, he says, already moving again, “stay there”
he disappears for a moment and comes back with a towel, his movements slow and attentive as he helps you clean up. you flinch once or twice despite yourself, and each time he pauses, murmuring apologies, pressing light kisses to your knee, your stomach, anywhere he can reach.
“all done”, he says softly when he finishes, brushing his thumb over your hip, “it’s over now”
you don’t answer, you just look at him, your eyes tired and a little glassy, and pull him down for another kiss. he smiles into it, kissing you back just as gently. you try to shift, to sit up, and immediately sink back into the mattress with a laugh.
“wow”, you say, “okay, yeah, not happening”
he laughs too, straightening as he pulls on his boxers.
“i warned you”, he says, amused, “you weren’t going to be walking right away”
he leans down once more, brushing your hair back from your face, his thumb tracing your jaw.
“we’ll be outside”, he tells you, “no rush, take your time. just come when you’re ready, okay?”
you hum softly in response, your eyes drifting closed for a moment. he gives you one last look and then heads for the door. it closes quietly behind him, leaving you alone again, stretched out on the bed, your body spent, staring at the ceiling, letting it all wash over you.
all of it.
every voice, every touch, every orgasm. the realisation settles in, almost unreal at first. you’ve had sex with all of them. every single one. the weight of that thought makes your chest feel hot and tight at the same time.
your body is exhausted. deliciously, bone-deep tired. your muscles ache in an extremely overstimulated way, your skin feels too sensitive for fabric, for air. and yet, underneath the fatigue, there’s something else still burning - a low, persistent pull that refuses to fade.
a craving.
this wasn’t supposed to go this far.
this started as curiosity, a joke that lingered in the air. then than first time, the boundaries blurred, shifted. and then one thing led to another, and suddenly here you are, having crossed every line you once thought was solid.
and now that you’ve stepped over it… you don’t want to step back.
you push yourself up slowly, pausing when your legs can’t even carry your own body. it takes a moment before you can fully stand, one hand braced against the bed as you steady yourself. when you finally move, it’s careful, step by step, your legs wobbling a bit.
you pull on a t-shirt and slip into your panties without much thought. modesty feels pointless now, they’ve seen every part of you, touched every inch. there’s nothing left to hide, and there’s nothing you want to hide.
you stop in front of the mirror one last time before leaving your room and you barely recognise yourself, not because you look different, but because of the way you’re standing. the way your eyes hold something new, confident, aware, hungry.
you step out into the hallway, the air cooler, the house quiet, except for the low voices in the living room. with every step towards the living room, that feeling grows stronger, a pull you don’t fight. you don’t want to stop this, you don’t want today to be the end of whatever this has become.
when you enter the living room, they’re all there.
spread out, relaxed but alert. familiar silhouettes, familiar faces, watching you the second you appear. the room is thick with the aftermath of what they’ve done, heard, felt, imagined while waiting. you see their faces. you see their bodies. their boxers can’t lie.
their eyes track you openly and in that instant, you see it. the same thing that’s been sitting heavy in your chest all along. they feel it too.
you stop in the middle of the room, your heart thudding, the silence stretching just long enough to make it unbearable. and then you speak, your voice steady despite everything buzzing beneath your skin.
“i don’t want to end this here”
and the way they look at you - open, wanting, dark eyes gleaming with hunger - tells you everything you need to know.
maybe you don’t have to stop.
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been seeing some discussions on tumblr lately about how smut fics “reduce women to sex objects only” and like… really? REALLY?
first of all: if you don’t like smut, that’s completely fine!! no one’s forcing you to read it. and it’s totally okay if it’s not your thing at all. there are literally millions of fics without smut. use the filters. mute the tags. block the writers. the internet is big enough for all of us.
but second of all (and this is what really gets me) most of the people writing smut on here are literally women writing for other women. it’s not some creepy male gaze thing. it’s women exploring their desires, talking about their fantasies, where we get to be messy and horny and powerful and soft and complicated. all at the same time.
like. i promise you i am not sitting here writing 7k words of filth because i think women are sex objects. i’m writing it because i’m a girl with a lot of feelings and a lot of kinks and a brain that went “what if he bit her throat while fucking her" and i post it bc I KNOW IT WILL PLEASE ANOTHER WOMEN.
why do you hate when women like sex? why do you hate when we speak openly about what turns us on? when we have kinks?
not everything is about sex, of course it isn’t. but FOR GOD’S SAKE why is it a crime when women do like it and want to write and read and talk about it?
FUCKING HELL LET US BEEEEE
(sorry i just had to get this off my chest holy shit, bye!
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Han x Latina! GF Reader
Okay so I’ve never written anything based on one specific race, I try to make my fics in a way where the reader can be perceived as any race so bear with me here…. Also- DeepL Translate was my best friend in this. (Most accurate translator I’ve ever used btw and I highly recommend it to everyone)
Anywaysssss- what happens when Han hears you speaking Spanish over the phone talking to your friends… doesn’t understand a damn word… but gets turned tf on? Panty soaking, thigh clenching smut. And as per usual: Eat a snack, drink some water, put a towel down, and get ready to read ;)
Content warning: praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!!), spanking (light), use of “mami”, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, Han is a total simp
word count: ~1000
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You’re lounging on the bed, sprawled across the sheets, phone pressed to your ear. Spanish flows off your lips like silk, soft and teasing, rhythmic and musical. Han is in the living room, working—or trying to—but the moment your voice floats to him, he freezes.
He leans against the doorway, pretending to scroll on his phone, but he’s not listening to music. He’s listening to you. Every syllable hits him harder than he expects. Your laughter, your sighs, the way your tongue rolls certain words—he doesn’t understand a single thing, not a word—but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t need to. It’s your voice, your tone, the way your words slide off your tongue, and it’s making him hotter than he’s ever been.
“Sí, nos vemos el sábado.” (Yes, see you on Saturday) you murmur, and he swallows thickly, pressing a hand to his groin. God, he’s never felt anything like this. It’s like hearing a private song written just for him—playful, teasing, untouchable… until now.
When you finally hang up, you catch him leaning against the doorway, eyes dark, jaw tight. “Han… were you listening?” you tease, smirk curling at the corners of your mouth.
“I… maybe,” he admits, voice low, rough. “I don’t even know what you’re saying… but it’s… holy fuck, it’s driving me insane.”
You bite your lip, crawling closer across the bed, letting your hair spill over your shoulders. “Oh really? I could… make you feel even more insane,” you murmur, voice husky, almost daring.
Han doesn’t wait for more. He’s at the edge of the bed, lips claiming yours in a messy, hungry kiss. Tongues clash, teeth nip, and his hands are already roaming, squeezing, teasing. He groans into your mouth as your Spanish spills again, soft moans and playful phrases tumbling off your lips. He doesn’t understand a word, but the sound of it—the rhythm, the tease—is pure torture.
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He’s holding you close, teeth grazing your jaw, thumbs circling your nipples over your bra. “Say something… anything… in Spanish,” he demands, voice ragged.
You smirk, leaning into his chest. “¿Quieres que te haga sentir… bien?” (Do you want me to make you feel... good) you whisper, and his knees nearly buckle. The way your voice sounds, even without meaning, has him dripping with need.
He lowers himself to your chest, lips and tongue worshiping your breasts, fingers kneading your ass, teasing the crease between your cheeks. “God… I don’t even know what you just said… but you sound so fucking perfect like that,” he groans.
You writhe under him, hips pressing into his, teasing with every syllable. “¿Te gusta... cuando te hablo así...?” (Do you like it…when I talk to you like this…?) you breathe, voice low and sultry.
His fingers slip inside your panties, brushing your soaked folds, teasing the clit with gentle strokes. “Fuck…” he groans, burying his face in your neck. “You’re mine, mami… and your voice is killing me.”
You cry out, voice breaking, moans tumbling out, and he groans even louder, pressing into you, his cock already straining.
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By the time he strips off your panties, he’s shaking. You’re already dripping, needy, desperate for him. He teases the tip over your entrance, groaning at how wet you are. “Fuck… I don’t know what any of this means… but I need it. I need you,” he rasps.
He slides in slowly, groaning as he fills you completely. You gasp, fingers clawing at his shoulders as he begins a torturously slow rhythm, letting you adjust, letting him savor it.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groans. “Every word you whispered… it’s all in my head… and I can’t—fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
You writhe under him, hips matching his, whispering broken Spanish, letting him feel every syllable against his skin. “Más… más rápido… por favor… Han…” (more…faster…please…Han)
His thrusts pick up, harder, faster. One hand cups your breast while the other slides down to rub your clit, circling and pressing in tandem with his hips. “Oh god… that’s it… yes…” He moans every word, every syllable, as if it’s music he’s never heard before.
You scream his name, Spanish and English mixing together, your first orgasm ripping through you, thighs trembling, hips clenching around him. He groans, not far behind, stretching you, holding back just enough to tease.
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He doesn’t give you time to recover. He flips you onto your stomach, lifting your hips and teasing from behind. “Say something… say anything…” he growls, gripping your hips as he slides in from behind, slow at first, then punishingly hard.
“Ven dentro de mí .. por favor” (come inside me…please)you gasp, the broken Spanish spilling out, dripping with need. He groans, fingers tangling in your hair, voice rough and deep.
“Oh fuck… yes… holy fuck, you’re mine,” he groans, driving into you with forceful, needy strokes. He slaps your ass, watching your back arch, listening to your gasps, every moan like fire in his chest.
He leans down, lips at your ear. “I love how you sound like this… every word… every moan… fuck, I’m losing it,” he rasps, thrusts never slowing.
You cry out, thighs trembling, second orgasm slamming into you, waves after waves, and he groans, spilling into you with a guttural moan, holding you tight.
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You collapse together, bodies slick and tangled, breaths ragged. He presses his forehead to yours, hands still gripping your hips possessively. “I don’t understand a single word you said,” he admits, voice low and rough, “but I want… every word… every sound… every bit of you… forever.”
You giggle, tracing his jaw, still trembling. “I can do that… anytime,” you murmur.
He groans softly, already imagining the next time you’ll speak, the next time he’ll hear you in Spanish and lose all control again. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, and you feel it in every touch, every heartbeat, every lingering shiver.
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established relationship bangchan x reader
content: angst, crying, petnames (baby & babygirl), mentions of fear of being intimate, mentions of SA/abuse and just chan comforting reader because of it, fluff + happy ending ofc
WARNING: i repeat, this post contains mentions of reader going through SA so please please, if it’s a sentitive topic and you don’t wanna trigger it please don’t read
this might also be really badly written, but i just wanted to share in hopes it brings comfort for someone who might’ve been through something like this 
promt: reader wants to be intimate with chan but at the same time she’s afraid of it bc she’s been SAed in the past and she finally tells chan about it
there’ve been several times where you and chan have had heated make out sessions, but never has he attempted to touch you anywhere else bellow your waist (and you’re very grateful for that). you guys have never actually talked about this topic. you’ve been going out for a few months and it’s starting to become something you need to discuss, yet you’re terrified of what he would say. you’re terrified he would think you’re broken. that if he knew, he wouldn’t want you that way anymore.
you actually don’t even know if he wants you in that way. yes, you are grateful that he hasn’t made a move passed those make out sessions, but to be honest you couldn’t help but think if that was because he was just being the gentleman he is, or him just not being interested in doing anything else beyond that. cause to be true you DID want sex with him. you desperately want to have the sex life everyone else has cause, i mean your boyfriend is HOT, in fact he’s one of the hottest people you’ve met and he makes you so horny it’s ridiculous. yet you were stick, you were so stuck, cause even if you want him you feel like you couldn’t have him. cause why would he want to be stuck in this messed up situation? when he could have someone that isn’t as broken as you, someone who isn’t broken at all actually. guess you kinda have to talk to him know, cause the more time passes the more it gets in your head, the more time passes the more you actually love him, and if this conversation ends badly… the harder it would be to let go if he decided he didn’t want you anymore.
you were on your friday schedule movie nights, this time taking place in your apartment. you both were now curled up in your sofa under the warmth of your blanket after just having dinner and catching up of what each of you did during the day. after a while you guys turned on a movie on the tv and got comfortable there. the movie was a rom-com so it naturally made you guys be a little clingy towards each other, and just when you were starting to feel at ease in chan’s body warmth it was like your head knew it was overthinking time. why? just why? you thought why does your head does this to you out of nowhere?
without even noticing your body got stiff as you were laying over chan’s chest, he of course noticed so he started rubbing your arm up and down maybe thinking you were cold, but that caused you to slightly flinch and grow yourself small. fuck…
“hey” he said as he slowly pulled you closer to him and looked down at you “you ok, baby?” you could sense confusion and concern in his voice and it made you feel so guilty.
“yeah, i’m ok” you respond as you try to sound as neutral as possible, but still laying very stiff over chan’s body, trying to keep focus on the movie to attempt to ignore all the thoughts in your head.
“you sure baby? you seem really tense…” you didn’t even answer him, there’s was a lot going on in your head, it was like you were dissociating from reality, movie long gone in your head and going back to those times, reliving those moments where you felt the most vulnerable, where you felt small, helpless, disgusting. used…
since your lack of response, he asked “are you cold? is this position uncomfortable?” hearing his voice again made you break your train of thoughts and go back to reality and your current situation. he tried to reach your hand but since now you were aware you avoided it and broke free from his chest, yet you tried to do it as gentle as possible cause you really didn’t wasn’t to hurt his feelings by pulling away from his touch, but you had to be honest. the last thing you want when your head goes those places is to be touch, any kind of touch.
you want to tell him, you want to just get it over with but, how do you even start that conversation? you guys weren’t even doing anything close to sexual, yet you still got all panicked out.
“i-….” you don’t even know what to say, how the hell do you explain yourself?
“is there something wrong, baby? you know you can tell me anything” there was still concern in his voice but now there was care as well.
“i- … c- can i ask you a question?” you felt your heart pounding in your throat
“yes, baby of course” he wanted to hold your hand in hopes to make you feel more at ease, but he got the hint that you didn’t want him to touch you right now.
you took a deep breath preparing to start the conversation you’ve been prolonging. “ha- have you ever…” you stopped mid sentence but he knew better than to rush you so he just waited in silence for you to talk “have you ever wanted.. or… have you ever thought of… going further… than like.. making out?” you said, eyes fixed on the floor. you hate to be the one to bring out the topic for the first time. would he think it’s to soon? would he think you’re desperate?
“i mean…” he started getting nervous at the sudden topic and started giggling to try to hide it and ease the tension “to answer your question yes i have… but if you’re wondering why i’ve never made a move, well… i just wanted to be sure we were on the same page, and i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want to go there yet”
“oh” it’s all you managed to say. of course chan wasn’t like them, like those people who once took advantage of you, but you still didn’t expect him to be this considered and sweet, he was being so respectful towards you without even knowing your situation, and still you accused him secretly of not wanting you. you felt so stupid for thinking like this and guilty of having this issues while being with someone as sweet as chan.
“why are you asking, baby?” he said in a loving and curious tone. but he somewhat felt that you brought up the conversation for something more serious other than to just ‘be on the same page’ so he started panicking “wait, did i make you feel uncomfortable? i promise i never meant to push you, i’m so sorry if you felt like-“
“wait, no!” you cut him off to his rambling “no, channie. you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong” that made him release a breath he was holding but still he needed to know what was getting you like this.
“then whats wrong, babygirl? i kinda get the feeling you didn’t brought this up just to have ‘the talk’. you know you can tell me anything, right? is there something bothering you?” you still felt like your heart was gonna come out of your throat, but seeing him being so considerate made you get the courage left to just get it over with.
“chan… im about to tell you something that i probably should’ve told you a while ago and i’m so sorry i didn’t do it before. but i i’m gonna ask you to please just don’t say anything until i’m done cause this is already so hard for me. and if at the end you wanna end things then it’s totally okay, no hard feelings, i’ll accept if you don’t want to deal with it cause you totally don’t have to, you’re to good for it and-“
“hey, hey” he says so softly almost in a whispering tone. cutting you off, trying to catch on everything you just said and wanting to calm you down “y/n you’re okay. it’s okay. just take a deep breath with me, yeah?…” he inhales deep hoping you mimic his actions and you do “…and out” and you both exhale. “in again, baby” you do inhale a second time “and out again…” he sighs in relief seeing you more relaxed, as best as you can be right now “that’s more like it, baby” he says as he smiles at you with those beautiful dimples.
he takes a shot and offers you his hand, opening it in front of you and he’s happy to see that you do take it in yours, so he squeezes it slightly to help you ground yourself. “whatever you have to say, it’s okay. i promise i’ll listen till the end, but i promise you i’m not going anywhere, okay?”
“don’t promise…” you say, in a sad tone now, but trying to be realistic and understandable of him “i just want to let you know that you don’t have to deal with it if you don’t want to” you try and keep a steady voice to not cause him any pity but at the end your voice ends up breaking.
“baby…” his heart breaking at the sound of your voice. but he decides not to argue with it “can you go ahead and tell me…?”
you take another deep breath, trying to gather up the courage till you finally speak. “i- i guess. we- we never really talked in depth about my ex… not that we had to but, some things happened and… and i don’t really wanna get into detail but, we were together for a few years but overall, throughout the relationship, he was- he was very manipulative, and toxic, and… abusive… sexually.” you let out a shaky breath before you continue “took me months after we broke up to finally realize that he abused me and… i just wanted to ‘warn’ you i guess, cause… that’s like my only experience sexually speaking, and i haven’t been with anyone after that.” you take a small pause as you stare at the floor unable to look at his face “it happened years ago but… i still get flashbacks some times. and, baby, i’m so thankful that you’ve never pushed me into anything, you’ve done nothing wrong, i haven’t felt pressured at all.” you confess as you lift your face to now look at him in the eyes while you squeez his hand “and i’m not gonna lie… i do want you that way. i’ve been wanting to go further for a while whenever we make out i’m- i’m just afraid that… i guess.. i guess i’m nervous to be intimate again. i don’t want to be doing something and have a flashback in the middle and end up ruining it for me and you too…”
you both stay silent for a moment, letting it sink in before chan speaks up “babygirl…” he starts as he reaches with his other hand to reach yours, so now he holds you with both “babygirl, you are so strong. you’re so damn strong and i’m so fucking mad you had to go through that… cause baby, you are the sweetest, most loving and kind person i’ve met. i can’t imagine someone being so fucked up in it’s brain to do that to you, to hurt you like that” you can see he’s starting to get emotional by how his voice was beginning to shake “my baby, thank you for trusting me to tell me something like this… i just hope you know that it’s not your fault at all, you didn’t have to go through that, baby. and i would never ever do something you don’t want me to, i will never rush you into anything, i’ll never persuade you into anything. but i want you to know that we don’t have to jump into anything you’re not ready for, or that you feel uncomfortable”
you didn’t notice but tears where already rolling down your cheeks. they were inevitable. his words were literally everything you’ve been wanting to hear for years. to be validated. to be seen. to not be the one to blame, cause oh how many times you have blamed yourself.
“babygirl, please don’t cry…” he says as he caresses your knuckles with his both hands. “can i hold you?”
and you nod, because this time you do want his touch. you let down your walls, and you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, to trust him in your most intimate self.
he softly lets go of your hand and lifts his arms open wide for you to settle yourself in between them. you gently close your distance with him and you wrap yourself around his torso for you to cry harder against his chest.
you stay like that for a few seconds, with him holding you close, one hand resting on the back of your head, the second one rubbing up and down your back “thank you” you manage to say in between sniffles and hiccups.
“baby…” he starts
“no, chris” you stop him pulling away from his chest, whipping your tears and looking at him “really… thank you. i thought you were gonna want to leave, but you said just the right words”
“baby, don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum” he says as he lifts his hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear “i told you, this was not your fault. there’s no reason for me to leave. i love you so much baby. all i wanna do is make you feel loved, and safe. ever.”
“i love you, chan” you respond after a few more sniffles, feeling more calmed now “but… i…”
“you what, babygirl?” he encourages you.
“i… want to be intimate with you…” you confess a bit embarrassed
“mhm you do, babygirl? you sure?” and you nod slowly with a hint of shyness “i want to try…”
he takes your hand and caresses it again “i want to too, baby. but i don’t wanna rush you. not before and not now that you’ve told me this” he states and you can’t help but think that you won the lottery with this man “how about we take it one step at a time? we don’t go all the way in right away, but we take it one step further each time. how does that sound, baby?”
you nod at him giving him a soft smile “that sounds really nice, baby”
“i’ll just have to ask you something, babygirl” he says and you nod in confusion “communication is key. so you’re gonna have to tell me at all times how fare we go, what pace we go, when we start, when we stop, when we continue and most importantly, your boundaries, baby. i’ll never proceed without your verbal consent, okay?”
you let out a shaky breath, almost as a relieved sigh. not that you were expecting anything bad for him, but still relieved to hear those words coming out of him. you nod again “i love the sound of that” you confess, as you nod again, your smile, growing wider.
“i’m so glad to see that smile back, baby” he says as he brigs his hand to caress your cheek with his thumb in the softest way possible while he smiles too.
you lean in his touch while looking up at him, your sight flicking between his eyes and his lips “i love you, chris”
“i love you too, babygirl” he noticed your eyes flicking but he doesn’t make a move, he just stares at you the same way. his hand not leaving your soft face.
but you lean in closer, you lean in making a small pause when your lips are slightly touching, you rest your forehead against him before finally closing the distance between your two sets of lips. and this time feels different, you don’t quite know if it’s a new type of intimacy, if it’s a deeper love, or if it’s desire. but you know that you’ve finally found your sun, you’re finally where you needed to be.
💌: this has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for like a year and a half. i never intended to published it, it was honestly just my way of releasing my thoughts and finding comfort but it’s only now that it felt right to finish it and even tho it’s incredibly scary, i did decided to share.
to the writers with SA comfort in their stories, just wanted to say thank you for giving me the courage to actually do this. this feels so personal and scary to put out there but i feel like i healed a bit more <3. and to readers who have suffered from SA/abuse, just know that it’s NEVER your fault, don’t blame yourself for what other people did to you, you’re not alone. if someone needs a safe space to talk, my dms are always open <33
english’s not my first language i apologize any mistakes!
contains: +18, reader as an actress, lowkey but established minsung relationship, slowww burn, desperate Han, kinda dom lee know, threesome, dry humping, couch sex, unprotected sex (don’t), oral (f. and m. receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, masturbation (m.), clit play, lots of messy sloppy kisses, i think that’s it omg.
authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)
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this ff was requested by @chezzeballs300
babe. you said you didn’t care if it had smut content or not. so.. i fucking made it filthy. i just had to. ALSO, so sorry it took so long, but I swear it was worth it.
summary: You never imagined you had fans like them. Lee Know and Han Jisung, two of the industry’s most magnetic idols. You didn’t know they watched your work. Admired you. Craved you. Not until a chance meeting changed everything. What begins as polite curiosity unravels into something else… a night where admiration blurs into obsession, and two not-so-subtle men show you just how deeply they’ve dreamed of having you.
!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
It started stupidly, really. On a lazy night off, a rare one, tangled limbs on the couch, half-eaten snacks scattered across the coffee table, and a remote fighting for its life between two increasingly indecisive men.
“Not the same stuff again,” Lee Know groaned, elbowing Han lightly, head tipped back against the cushions. “We’ve seen all of this.”
“Correction,” Han mumbled, scrolling, “you’ve seen all of this. I’m a man of culture. I appreciate rewatching things. For… research.”
Lee Know didn’t even need to look. He knew where this was going.
“Research, huh?”
“Yep.”
And then, there it was. Your face. The thumbnail of your drama sitting pretty in the recommended row.
Neither of them moved for a second. Just… stared. Like idiots. Like idiots who absolutely should’ve known this was coming but still got hit in the gut anyway.
Han was the first to crack.
“…Wanna?”
Lee Know sighed. Long. Heavy.
“Play it.”
Yeah. Of course. Of course they’d play it.
They had already watched it once. Twice. Enough that their favorite scenes were muscle memory now, the laugh you did when your character got flustered, the sharp glint in your eyes when delivering that one line that turned the whole fandom upside down for a week.
It was harmless at first. Admiring your acting. Talking about how good you were. How natural.
And then it wasn’t harmless anymore.
Then it became the way Han would mutter, “She’s not even trying. God, she’s not even trying and it’s like—”, cutting himself off, chewing on the inside of his cheek, bouncing his knee.
The way Lee Know went quiet. Hyper-focused. Tracking every micro-expression you made, like he was studying you, trying to figure out how you worked. Like if he watched close enough, he’d unlock some secret about you.
It wasn’t obsession. Not quite. But it was something. Something sticky. Something they didn’t talk about, not really.
Not until Han, voice barely above a whisper, said, “Imagine...”
Lee Know glanced at him, brow cocked. “Imagine what.”
Han didn’t look away from the screen.
“...If she looked at us like that.”
Silence. Thick. Heavy.
“You’re ridiculous,” Lee Know muttered, shifting, but not far. Not really. Not away.
“No, but really.” Han’s voice was lighter now. Testing the edges of something dangerous. “Imagine. If she...” a laugh, breathless, almost shy, like even saying it felt like crossing a line “...if she talked to us like that. That tone. That—”
Lee Know dragged a hand down his face. “Stop.” But there was no heat behind it.
“I won’t.” Han bit back a grin, tipping his head against Lee Know’s shoulder. “Bet you’ve thought about it too.”
Silence. A beat. Then, quietly. So quietly.
“Yeah.”
Han blinked.
“...Yeah?”
Lee Know sighed, low. Heavy. Hands folding behind his head, sinking deeper into the cushions like it could somehow take the edge off
“Yeah,” he repeated. Matter-of-fact. No running from it now. “Imagine her between us.”
Han’s breath caught. Sharp. Audible.
“Fuck.”
“Not even like... for anything serious,” Lee Know continued, voice deceptively even. “Just... one night. Just to know what it feels like.”
“Yeah...” Han exhaled, hands rubbing over his face now. “Yeah. Yeah. Just once.” His knee bounced faster. “Jesus, just... her voice, man. The way she says things. You can tell she knows exactly what she’s doing.”
“Mhm.” Lee Know’s lips curved, slow. “Bet she’s worse in real life.”
Han groaned. “Worse.” He thumped his head back against Lee Know’s shoulder. “Or better. Depending on how you look at it.”
Lee Know laughed, low, dark, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.
“Both.”
It hung there. No take-backs. No pretending they didn’t mean it.
Lee Know reads it first. Blinks. Reads it again. Blinks again.
“Jisung.”
“Hm?”
“You’re not gonna believe this.”
“Holy shit,” he muttered, more to himself than anything. “She’s... actually... what the fuck.”
Chaos. Actual chaos. Pacing. Laughing. Han running both hands through his hair like he was trying to pull the thought out of his skull.
“What if she’s not as cool in person?” Han asked, panicking.
“She’s cooler,” Lee Know answered instantly. No hesitation. None.
And then, the silent pause. The both of them looking at each other. The weight of it settling between them.
Yeah. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be normal.
—
The day of the shoot started normal.
They showed up early. Ran through the briefing. Did their usual soundcheck, hair, makeup. Acted like it was just another schedule.
And then…
Then you walked in.
Coffee in one hand, phone in the other. Laughing at something the PD said. Casual. Effortless. Radiant in that stupid way that made Lee Know’s jaw clench a little and had Han gripping the edge of the chair like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth.
“Bro,” Han muttered, smacking Lee Know’s thigh without looking away. “Bro. She’s—”
“I know,” Lee Know breathed. “I know.”
You hadn’t noticed them yet. You were too busy greeting staff, bowing, chatting. Professional. Sweet. Completely unaware of the way two men were currently glitching about ten feet away.
Then someone gestured toward them. “Ah, you’ve met Stray Kids, right?”
You turned. And smiled. And they both swore that the entire room tilted sideways.
“Hey,” you said, voice warm. Easy. “Nice to meet you.”
Han stood too fast. Nearly tripped over the chair.
“Huge—uh—hi. I mean. Fan. Huge fan. I mean—hi.”
Lee Know, by some miracle of God, stayed cool. Mostly. Handshake firm. Smile tight but real.
“Been looking forward to this.”
“Me too.” Your grin was all teeth, playful. “This’ll be fun.”
And it was. Too fun.
The banter clicked. The laughter was real. You teased them; they fired back. The chemistry was so natural it made the staff laugh and shake their heads, muttering things like “These three are gold on camera.”
Except the best parts weren’t even on camera.
It was the way Han kept sneaking glances when he thought no one noticed. The way Lee Know’s eyes dragged down the line of your throat when you tilted your head to laugh. The way every brush of your hand, every bump of your shoulder against theirs, felt heavier than it should.
And you felt it. You had to.
By the time they called “cut,” none of you moved. Not really. Lingering. Pretending there was still a reason to hang back.
Until finally, Han cracked. Of course he did.
“Soooo,” he started, grinning too wide, bouncing on his feet, “off the record… we’ve, uh... we’ve been fans. For a while.”
You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lee Know chimed in, voice lower, smoother. “Long time.”
Han blew out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like. You’re... incredible. Seriously.”
It should’ve felt awkward. Should’ve crossed into weird. But it didn’t. There was something else here. Something sticky and magnetic and undeniable.
Lee Know glanced at Han. Han glanced back. A conversation passed between them, silent but loud all the same.
And when Lee Know looked at you again, stepped a fraction closer, just enough that the air thinned, his voice was steady. Even. Dangerous in how measured it was.
“We were actually... talking earlier.”
Han’s grin turned lopsided. “About how crazy it is that you’re here.”
“And wondering...” Lee Know’s gaze didn’t falter. “If maybe… you’d let us show you. Just... how much we appreciate your work.”
There’s a beat of silence. A single second where you just look at them, both of them, and weigh whatever the hell is happening right now.
Because it is happening. You can feel it. This isn’t fanboy giddiness. This isn’t polite industry compliments. It’s something heavier. Stickier. Crawling under your skin in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with professionalism.
“Like… buy me a drink?” you ask, testing the weight of it.
“Yeah.” Han’s voice skips, then levels out. “Something like that. If you’re free. No pressure.”
Lee Know doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches you. Sharp, steady. One brow tilting up like he already knows how this ends. Like the question’s just a formality.
“Yeah,” he echoes eventually, slow and clean. “Just a drink.”
A smile pulls at your mouth.
“Sure. Why not?”
—
It starts at a quiet bar tucked into some side street, dim enough to feel intimate but not enough to feel dangerous. Safe ground.
At least, it should be.
But the moment you slide into the table, Han pressing in beside you, Lee Know dropping onto the opposite side, knee brushing yours under the table, you realize safe isn’t really on the menu.
“So,” you start, wrapping both hands around your glass when it comes. “Been fans, huh?”
Han groans, flopping his head back dramatically against the booth.
“Oh my God, you’re not gonna let that go, are you?”
Lee Know’s smile is sharper. Slower.
“It’s just weird hearing that,” you admit, fingers trailing the rim of the glass. “I mean, from you two. I didn’t think you guys even knew I existed.”
Han laughs, a little too quick, a little too loud. His thigh shifts against yours. He doesn’t move it. “Oh, we knew.”
“Hard not to,” Lee Know adds. His voice is velvet now. Too smooth. Too casual to actually be, in fact, casual. His fingers tap against his own glass, slow, rhythmic. Measured. “You’re... memorable.”
Your eyes flick between them. Han’s knuckle is resting barely an inch from your thigh now. Lee Know’s gaze is heavy. Calculated. You clock it, the way he doesn’t bother hiding the way he looks at you. Not a polite glance. Not admiration. Something else entirely.
“You guys...” You hesitate. Smirk. “You’re not just friends, are you?”
It slips out before you can help it. Half a joke. Mostly curiosity. Maybe a warning to yourself.
Han freezes. Only for a split second. But it’s there, the flicker of surprise, the inhale he forgets to finish. Lee Know doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. He just tips his head, one corner of his mouth curling. He leans back, like a cat stretching in a patch of sun.
“What do you think?”
God. His tone. Low. Dangerous.
Han recovers fast, grinning wide, but the edges are messier now. Nervous energy pulsing under the surface.
“You’re... perceptive,” he says, nudging your knee with his. “Scarily perceptive.”
“Lowkey,” Han admits after a second. Quiet. Honest. “We don’t... really advertise it.”
“But it’s not exactly a secret either,” Lee Know finishes, gaze fixed on yours. Steady. Unmoving. “At least... not right now.”
You swallow. Hard. Your pulse jumps somewhere stupid. Because now every single look. Every brush of fingers. Every subtle shift, you can feel it. The electricity buzzing underneath it.
And they’re watching you process it. Watching how your breath catches, how your thighs press together just a little tighter beneath the table.
You know exactly what they’re doing. You can feel it. The air’s shifted. It’s heavier now. Warmer. Like stepping too close to something you’re not supposed to touch.
Han doesn’t shift away. His thigh stays pressed firm against yours, just that constant, steady pressure, like he’s daring you to notice.
And God, you do.
“You’re good at reading people,” he says, voice smooth, mellow. Almost lazy, but not really. His eyes stay locked on yours, sharp as a blade beneath it. “Tell me, then. What are we thinking right now?”
“Careful though,” Lee Know hums. “You might be right.”
You laugh, short, breathier than you mean to. “What, is this a test?”
“Maybe,” Lee Know murmurs. “Are you passing?”
Han laughs into his drink, shaking his head. “Oh, she’s passing.” His eyes drop, to your lips, to the dip of your throat, then snap back up like he never left.
Your skin prickles. Warm. Goosebumps crawling up your arms despite the heat buzzing under your skin.
“You two...” You squint, smirking. “You flirt like it’s a sport.”
“And you play back like a professional,” Lee Know fires back, lips quirking.
Han shifts, leaning into you now, not just thigh to thigh, but shoulder against yours. His hand rests over your forearm on the table, light, fingers brushing over your skin.
“Be honest,” he grins, soft, teasing. “You felt it when we met. Didn’t you?”
You’re caught. Completely. You know it. They know it.
“Is this how you rope people in?” you ask, trying for light, but your voice thins halfway through.
“No,” Lee Know says, simple. Honest. “This is... different.”
Han hums, fingers still brushing your forearm, featherlight. “You think we do this with anyone?”
God. God.
The weight of it coils low in your belly. Hot. Nervous. Thrilling. Because they’re not leaning all the way in, not yet, but the way they orbit you now? Hands brushing, knees pressed, gazes lingering too long?
Yeah. You know exactly where this could go. And they know you know.
“So,” Han says, breath warm against your ear now, “what’s your read?”
Lee Know tilts his head, lips curling. “Think you’ve figured us out yet?”
The silence that follows isn't empty. It's thick. Dense. Heavy like velvet, like smoke. The kind you feel on your skin before you even breathe it in. They're both looking at you now. Not subtle. Not polite. Not even pretending.
Lee Know's gaze drags slow, deliberate, from your eyes to your lips, down the line of your throat. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, and God, he doesn’t even bother hiding the way the corner of his mouth curls.
Han watches him do it. Watches. His own lips part, something soft and breathy catching in his throat. His eyes flicker, from Lee Know to you, back again,like he's watching something private, something he shouldn't be watching, except… he's part of it.
A quiet giggle bubbles out of Han. Nervous? No. Not really. More like... giddy. Like someone who's a little too aware of how dangerous the game is now, and loves it anyway.
The tension buzzes so loud you swear you can hear it.
Your heart thunders. Your mouth’s dry. You swallow once. Twice. Then…
"Yeah..." Your voice comes low. Steady. Too steady for what’s happening to your pulse. “Yeah, I think I did.”
Both their heads tilt, not identical, but close enough to look rehearsed.
“Oh?” Lee Know’s smile widens, razor-sharp.
“Mhm.” You breathe in. Out. “You brought me here to have a drink.” You gesture loosely toward your barely touched glass. “Except... you actually want to have everything else. Except for this damn drink.”
Silence. A beat.
And then, Lee Know cracks. His laugh bursts out, sudden, sharp, tipping his head back like you just punched all the air out of him.
Han… God. Han folds. His whole posture crumples, shoulders curling in, hands dragging down his face like he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s turning scarlet.
“Fuck—” he half-chokes, fingers squeezing over his mouth, peeking through them like a kid caught doing something bad. His eyes are wide, frantic, sparkling “She’s good—" Another laugh punches out of him, breathless, helpless. “Oh my God.”
Lee Know’s laugh levels out, smooths into something dangerous again. He leans forward, elbows braced on the table, chin tipping into his palm as he stares you down with that look. That look.
“No, she’s better than good.” Lee Know drags his teeth over his bottom lip, slow. “She’s perfect.”
Han groans into his hands. “Stop. Stop. You’re gonna kill me. Oh my God.”
“So,” Lee Know hums, lifting a brow, “if we’re not here for the drink...” He lets it hang. The weight of it settling right between your ribs.
“What are we here for?”
Han sucks in a breath. His gaze flickers to you, quick. Nervous. No, not nervous. Not scared. Anticipating. Like he knows exactly what answer you could give.
And that it would ruin him.
You let the silence stretch. Let it breathe. Let them feel it.
Lee Know’s still watching you, calm, unreadable. Except not really. Because under that cool, steady stare is something else entirely. Something molten. Something that hums against your skin like a live wire.
Han’s curled in beside you, fingers fisted tight in his lap, breath all jittery and wrecked, like every second of this is frying him from the inside out.
You run your tongue over your bottom lip. Slow. Deliberate. Watch how both of them track the motion like they can’t help it. Like they’re starving for it.
“Okay...” Your voice drops. Smooth. Sweet. Dangerous. “So what now?”
Lee Know doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just... smiles.
“What now?” he echoes.
“Yeah.” You lean back, drape an arm over the back of the booth, mirroring his posture now, lazy. Confident. A lie, maybe. But it’s a good one. “You’ve been dancing around it all night. Testing. Teasing.” You glance between them, between the way Lee Know’s gaze sharpens and Han’s breath stumbles. “So... let’s go into it.”
You reach for your drink, don’t even sip it. Just toy with the rim. Watch them.
“Let’s start burning the fire.”
Silence.
It’s not even silence, really. The air’s too thick. Too loud. Every breath feels like a sound now. Every shift, every glance.
Lee Know’s smile stretches, lazy, dangerous.
“God.” His voice is lower now. Rougher around the edges. “You really are something else.”
“Oh my God,” Han blurts. “Oh my God. You can’t just—” He breaks off, laughing harder, face buried in his hands. “I’m dying. I’m dead. Goodbye.”
Lee Know doesn’t even look at him. He’s too busy watching you, head tilted, thumb dragging slow along his bottom lip, eyes dark enough to make your stomach flip.
“Tell me something.” He leans in now, slow, smooth. His thigh brushes yours under the table, deliberate. Measured. “How far do you wanna burn?”
It should be scary, the way he looks at you when he says it, the way his thigh presses firm against yours under the table, the way his voice drips lower, thicker, warmer, but it isn’t. Not really. It’s a dare. A challenge. A spark. And it’s… hot. God, he’s so hot.
You tilt your head. “Oh...” You smile. Slow. Sharp. “You tell me. You’re the ones who’ve been dreaming about this happening.”
That’s when Han cracks. Physically cracks.
A sound stutters out of him, half gasp, half broken laugh, and his hands fly to his face like he can hide from it. Like he can hide from you. From this.
“Holy shit,” Han mutters, like it’s punched out of him. “Holy shit, she’s right.”
Lee Know hums. God, it’s like a purr. Like satisfaction made sound. His thumb taps lazy against the table, eyes still locked on yours.
“Told you,” he murmurs, then lets it drop, smooth as silk, “didn’t I, jagiya?”
Han physically jerks.
“Hyung—” His hands fly up again, covering his entire face. Shoulders hunch. “You can’t just— not in front of—”
“What?” Lee Know’s voice is all teeth now, biting at the edges of a smile. “She should know.”
“So...” Your voice drops. Smooth. Steady. Wrecked at the edges but holding strong. “Are you going to call the driver or what?”
Silence.
Han makes a noise. Somewhere between a gasp and a groan, choked straight out of his throat like his soul just tried to escape.
“F-fuck—” His hands slap over his face again, head dropping straight onto the table. Shoulders shaking. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
Lee Know tips his head back and laughs. Sharp. Loud. Warm. Completely delighted.
“God.” His palm presses to his mouth like he’s trying to contain it, eyes squeezing shut. “You are perfect.”
His gaze drops back to you, heavy. Hungry. Devastated.
“You hear that, jagiya?” His hand slips lazy down Han’s back, fingers trailing. “She’s not playing around.”
Han lets out a broken little laugh, face still pressed to the table, muffled and wrecked.
“I know. I know. Holy shit, I know.”
Lee Know hums, pleased. Dangerous. His hand slips into his pocket, thumb flicking his phone awake without breaking eye contact with you.
“Guess we’re leaving,” he says, casual. Lethal.
Han groans, dragging his face up just enough to peek at you from under his hands, red-faced, glassy-eyed, breath all shaky.
He taps the screen. Brings the phone to his ear. Pauses, then tips his head toward you, eyes glittering.
“Last chance,” he murmurs, soft, rough. “Say the word.”
Like it’s an offer. Like it’s not already written all over the way your thighs press together under the table. The way Han’s knee trembles against yours. The way Lee Know himself hasn’t stopped smiling since you opened your mouth and flipped their whole world upside down.
Lee Know’s phone is still pressed to his ear when you breathe it out, soft, almost thoughtful, like you’re mulling over dinner plans and not detonating the bomb sitting between the three of you.
“I don’t have a word yet to tell you.” Your fingers toy with the edge of your glass, gaze steady, sharp. “I haven’t decided which one of you I want to kiss me first.”
Silence.
Not heavy. Not suffocating.
Explosive.
Han shoots to his feet like he’s been lit on fire. Chair scraping loud against the floor, hands flexing like he doesn’t even know what to do with them.
“We’re leaving.” His voice is tight. Wrecked. No hesitation. No second thoughts. “We’re leaving. Now.”
He’s already reaching for his jacket, fumbling, breath coming fast like every second spent not having his hands on you is physical pain.
“Hyung. Call the driver. Right now.”
Lee Know... God. He stays perfectly still. Perfectly composed. His lips curve into that smile… that smile. The small, smug, devastating one. The one that’s both impossibly cute and absolutely lethal.
The one that says, “Yeah. This is happening.”
“Guess you’ll figure it out in the car, huh?”
Han groans, loud, wrecked, tugging a hand through his hair like he’s seconds from losing what little control he has left.
“Jesus—” His eyes flash to you, wild. Desperate. “Move. Come on. Now.”
Lee Know just laughs under his breath, finally dropping the phone from his ear.
“Driver’s outside.” He stands, slow. Smooth. Hands sliding into his pockets, shoulders rolling back, casual like he isn’t burning alive inside too.
“Let’s go.”
The car door clicks open, and it’s Lee Know holding it, smooth, polite, deceptively sweet. His palm pressed flat against the frame, the tiniest tilt of his chin, gaze glittering.
“After you.”
Your pulse skips. You don’t say a word,just slide in, tension already crawling under your skin.
Han follows immediately, fast, like waiting even half a second longer might actually kill him. He barely manages to pull the door shut before Lee Know slips in last, shutting them both in, shutting you in, with a soft, heavy click.
The air inside shifts. Heavy. Hot. Thick enough to chew.
Lee Know stretches out like he owns the space, which, let’s be honest… he does. One arm drops way too comfortably on Han’s thigh. His fingers spread there. Light. Possessive. Casual. Except not really.
Han’s knee bounces. Rapid. Wild. Like it’s either that or combust on the spot. His hands twitch over his own thighs like he doesn’t know where to put them. His gaze flickers between you and Lee Know and anywhere but your legs pressed close to his.
You can feel the heat rolling off him. His shoulder bumps yours. His breathing’s all off, shallow, sharp, like he’s fighting his own body just to stay still.
Lee Know... thrives. His thumb traces slow circles over Han’s thigh, deliberate, knowing, while his gaze drifts out the window, pretending not to notice how Han’s barely keeping it together. His smirk says otherwise.
And you? You sit there. Pretending. Playing it cool. Legs crossed just enough that your knee brushes Han’s every time the car shifts. Eyes forward, but fully aware of the way Lee Know’s fingers keep moving. Of the way Han’s breath catches every time.
No one talks. No one has to.
The tension speaks loud enough.
The elevator ride is somehow worse. Stolen glances. Brushed knuckles. Lee Know’s fingers casually running through Han’s back, then yours, like it’s nothing.
Lee Know catches your eye. Smirks. Doesn’t say a word. Just taps his fingers against Han’s hip, lazy. Like counting down.
When the door clicks shut... Han moves. No hesitation. No words. Just hands on your waist, tight, possessive, frantic, dragging you in like he’s been holding himself back for hours.
“Come here.” His voice breaks halfway through, and then his mouth crashes into yours, messy, desperate, starving.
It’s not a kiss. It’s a devouring. His hands fumble, gripping at your hips, sliding up, sinking into your hair like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you hard enough.
Your breath stutters. Your knees almost give. Because it’s too much, the way he kisses like he’s drowning in it. Like he’s been dreaming about this. Obsessing.
Lee Know doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t rush. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, weight tipped lazy onto one foot, watching. Smirking. His head tilts slightly, like he’s studying something he finds beautiful. Entertaining. Filthy. Like his favourite movie came to life.
His gaze tracks the way Han’s fingers tremble against your jaw, how Han breathes like it hurts, like he physically cannot get close enough, fast enough.
“God,” Lee Know mutters, soft, half under his breath. His smile curves sharp. “Look at you.”
When he finally steps forward , slow, smooth, sure, it’s with that same predator energy. His palm slides over Han’s back first, fingers tracing up the back of his neck, grounding him. Reminding him.
He leans in, close enough his lips ghost Han’s ear first, then yours, breath warm, voice like silk stretched tight.
And then, in Korean, soft, sharp, just for Han, but you catch enough to know it’s dangerous. Lee Know’s voice drops, low, velvet, wrecked at the edges but still sharp as a knife. Right against Han’s ear.
“그래. 원하던 대로 해.”
“Yeah. Go ahead. Just like you wanted.”
And God, the sound Han makes next?
It shoots straight to your core. No warning. No mercy.
One second you think you have control, you’re keeping up, holding your own, and the next? You’re spiraling. Completely undone by the way Han grips you tighter, like his hands aren’t enough. Like nothing is. Like he needs you closer, impossibly closer.
Your back hits the wall, or maybe it’s the door, you don’t even know anymore, hands scrambling for something. His hair. His shoulders. Anything. Just to hold on.
Your mind spins. Dizzy. Electric. Every nerve lit up like fire. “Holy shit. Holy shit. What did I just step into?”
You gasp, a sharp, broken thing, when Han’s mouth drags from your lips to your jaw, frantic, messy, his teeth scraping skin like he wants to mark it.
“Fucking... wanted this,” Han groans, voice splitting, “you—both of you—God, you don’t even get it—”
Oh, but you do. You do now.
And the sound Lee Know makes? Low. Dangerous. Almost a laugh, but not cruel. No, it’s worse. It’s fond. Like watching something beautiful finally unravel the way it was meant to.
You flick a glance toward him, or you try to, but the second you do, your stomach drops.
Because the look in his eyes? It’s not teasing anymore. Not fully. It’s something deeper. He’s drinking it in. Watching Han fall apart on your mouth, on your skin, with that slow, devastating little smile. Like this was the point. Like this is exactly how he wanted it to happen.
“Mmm.” His fingers trail slow, possessive, up Han’s back, then skim down your spine, featherlight. “You hear him?” His voice curls into you like smoke. “He’s been dying for this.”
Your breath catches. Your thighs press tight without thinking. It’s too much. The heat. The hands. The voices. The sound of Han coming undone in real time, gasping into your neck like he’ll fall apart if he doesn’t hold you harder.
Your fingers twist in his shirt, knuckles white. Your pulse slams so hard you feel it in your teeth. And somewhere, beneath the wreckage, a thought flickers through: “I’m in so much fucking trouble.”
And then Lee Know’s voice drops, smooth, wicked, as his hand curls around your hip, sliding warm and sure against your skin.
“It’s okay,” he purrs, like he read your mind.
Lee Know’s hand curves firm around your hip, fingers sliding up, slow, measured, possessive, like he’s claiming territory. His lips brush your ear, barely there, a whisper of heat, of warning, before he tilts his head back just enough to look.
His fingers cups your jaw. Firm. Steady. Turning your face toward him.
“My turn.”
There’s no teasing left in it. No question. No hesitation. Just Lee Know taking what he wants.
His mouth meets yours, smooth at first, slow, devastating, but it doesn’t stay that way. Because the second he tastes you, the second his thumb skims your cheek, he tilts in deeper. His other hand slips around the back of your neck, tugging you forward, locking you in place.
The kiss turns hot. Messy. Tongues sliding. Teeth catching. His lips press demanding, almost bruising, like he’s trying to pour every ounce of control, every second of waiting, right into your mouth.
Han groans, hands still tight on your hips, forehead dropping against the curve of your neck like he’s dying just from watching. Just from hearing it.
“Jesus Christ—” he gasps, voice ragged, shaking “oh my God—”
Lee Know doesn’t even look back. He hums against your lips, pleased, dangerous, and only breaks the kiss to murmur against your mouth, breath hot, words dripping:
“See, jagiya?” His thumb swipes your lower lip, slow, filthy. “Told you she’d be sweet.”
Han whines, actually whines, fingers flexing hard on your hips like he doesn’t know whether to pull you away or pull you closer. His voice cracks, desperate:
“Hyung—please—”
“Oh?” His brows lift. “You want more, jagiya?”
Han nods. Frantic. Breathless. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”
Lee Know’s smile curves sharper. His thumb traces slow over your bottom lip again, gaze heavy, half-lidded, devastating.
And before Han can breathe, before you can even process it, Lee Know drags Han in. Their mouths collide, hot, filthy, desperate, and you’re caught between them, breath stuttering out like your lungs forgot how to work.
Watching them kiss?
Watching the way Lee Know grips Han’s face, tilts him exactly where he wants, mouth claiming like he owns him? The way Han melts into it, hands trembling against your waist, like kissing Lee Know alone could ruin him completely?
It’s devastating.
It’s perfect.
When Lee Know finally breaks the kiss, sharp, breathless, his gaze snaps back to you. His palm slides from Han’s jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you back in.
“Come here.”
And then it’s the three of you. Lips crashing, messy, desperate, hands everywhere, no rhythm, no sense of who’s pulling who anymore. Han’s mouth finds yours again, gasping, needy, teeth scraping because he can’t figure out whether he wants to kiss you or devour you whole.
Lee Know’s hand slips under your top, flat against your spine, dragging you closer like it’s not enough, like nothing will be enough until you’re pressed between them so tight there’s no space left at all.
“God—” Han gasps, breaking just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to yours, voice shaking. “You feel... fuck, you feel so good.”
Lee Know’s breath ghosts down the side of your neck, lips tracing, biting, soothing, and his voice drops, low, wrecked but steady, right against your skin:
“Fuck—” His fingers twitch, tightening. “You’re so... Jesus, you’re so hot. You taste... God, you taste so fucking good—”
Lee Know’s hands are steadier, rough where they drag down your spine, curling at your waist, guiding, controlling just enough to drive you insane. His lips drag a bite across your pulse, then soothe it with his tongue, smirking when he feels the way your breath hitches.
“Sweet...” His voice drops lower, lips grazing your collarbone. “But God, the way you hold us—” His fingers trace your jaw, tilting you toward him. “So strong. Fucking perfect.”
Your hands fist in Lee Know’s shirt, yank him closer. Your nails dig into Han’s back, pull him in harder. The gasps tearing from your throat are nothing compared to the way your body moves, matching every touch, every kiss with a hunger that makes them both lose it.
“She’s... fuck—” Han shudders, hands sliding up under your shirt, breath falling apart. “Hyung, she’s gonna kill me—”
Your head spins. Your breath tangles. Every nerve fires at once, not just from being touched, but from touching them back. From the way Han trembles under your hands, from the way Lee Know’s breath stutters when your nails scrape his back.
You are the fire. You are the burn.
And the way they kiss you, gasping, wrecked, hands fighting for space on your skin, it’s not just because they want you. It’s because they’re starving for you.
Lee Know’s hand finds your jaw again, tilting your face up to his, and his eyes are blazing. There’s nothing playful there now. No teasing. Just hunger. Precision. Intent.
“Couch,” he mutters against your mouth. “Now.”
You don’t remember moving. One moment, Han’s lips are on your throat, your fingers clawed into Lee Know’s back, and the next, he’s dragging you by the wrist through the hotel room, commanding, steady.
Lee Know drops into the couch like it was meant for this, legs spread, thighs wide, the image of absolute control. He pulls you with him, smooth and fast, until you’re straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the cushions, your core pressed flush to the bulge in his pants.
“Look at her,” he murmurs, eyes on Han now. “She’s already shaking.”
Han’s behind you before you can breathe, palms skating up your ribs. He’s panting already, actually panting, and the moment you grind your hips once, slow and steady against Lee Know’s cock, Han whimpers.
“Fuck—fuck, do that again.”
“You saw that?” Lee Know grins, hands gripping your ass, guiding your grind. “She’s a natural.”
You move again. And again. The pressure of Lee Know’s cock between your thighs, the wet heat of your core soaking through your panties… it drives you crazy.
Han presses in from behind, hands sliding under your shirt, mouth dragging along the nape of your neck. You feel his hips grind forward, cock hard in his jeans, rutting slow against your ass like he can’t help himself.
Lee Know’s fingers slip under your top, thumbs brushing your ribs, dragging it up, and he kisses you as he lifts it over your head. Your bra comes next, quick work, until he’s got your tits in his hands and your moan pours straight into his mouth.
Han growls behind you and helps you tug your jeans down in a second, urgent and clumsy, knuckles brushing your thighs. His mouth lands on your shoulder, hot and desperate.
You’re the one panting now, stripped down to nothing but soaked panties, hips rocking against the ridge in Lee Know’s pants while Han presses kiss after kiss down your spine.
And then…
“Off,” Lee Know says, breathless now, voice wrecked. “Take it all off, sweetheart.”
Your panties hit the floor and in a second as he shoves his own pants down, just enough so he could free himself. Then… He pulls you down onto his cock. Just like that. He’s thick, hard, already slick from the way you’ve been grinding, and the stretch forces a cry from your throat.
“Shit—” Lee Know groans, hands locking around your hips. “Take me. Nice and deep.”
And you do, slowly, hips circling, rocking down until your ass is flush against him. His head drops back, chest rising sharp as he watches you begin to move.
That’s when Han slides in close behind you. You feel him, every inch. His cock presses against your ass, straining in his jeans. You’re soaked, already full, and yet the weight of him behind you, the heat of his breath against your neck, is too much and not enough.
His hands skate up your ribs, one squeezing your tit, the other tangling in your hair, and his mouth finds the skin of your shoulder again. Hot. Open. Hungry.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he pants, lips dragging over your neck. “The way you ride him, I can’t—I’m gonna lose it.”
You moan, loud, desperate, and roll your hips again, grinding down onto Lee Know’s cock, dragging your ass across Han’s lap. He bucks forward, just slightly, and curses.
“You feel that?” he whispers, voice high and cracked. “That’s how hard you make me.”
His hand trails down now, across your stomach, between your thighs, until two fingers find your clit and press.
You jerk. Moan again, this time louder. Lee Know hisses through his teeth as your walls clamp around him.
“Fuck—Jisung—she’s squeezing me—”
Han gasps, lips still on your skin. “She’s losing it. Look at her.”
His fingers flick just right. Gentle, teasing, then harder, tighter circles, matching the rhythm of your hips as you bounce on Lee Know’s cock. And all the while, his cock presses harder against your ass, he’s grinding, panting, moaning into your neck like he might fall apart just from touching you like this.
“You gonna come, sweetie?” Lee Know murmurs, voice low and sweet. “Gonna fall apart with both of us working on you?”
Your whole body tightens, your thighs lock, your spine arches, and then it rips through you.
You sob. A full-body, high-pitched moan claws from your throat as your vision whites out. Your legs tremble violently around Lee Know’s hips, hips grinding desperately as your clit pulses under Han’s fingers.
You clutch Lee Know’s shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping you on earth, and the orgasm rolls through you in waves, one crashing after the other. Every nerve flares, every breath stolen, your pussy clenching around Lee Know’s cock so hard it makes him groan like he’s fighting to hold on.
“That’s it,” he hisses. “Fuck—feel that? She’s soaked—”
“God,” Han breathes behind you. “God, she’s perfect—”
Han’s fingers slow but don’t stop, coaxing every last aftershock out of you, and you gasp his name, raw and wrecked, your head dropping forward onto Lee Know’s shoulder.
Han’s hands are trembling now.
“Let me,” he says suddenly, voice hoarse, cracking. “Please—hyung, let me taste her. Let me—fuck—”
Lee Know leans in, kisses your cheek, still hard inside you.
“Go ahead, jagiya,” he whispers.
“She’s all yours.”
Then Han leans in, close to your ear, voice wrecked and low enough to rattle your ribs:
“Here’s how it goes, sweetheart. You’re gonna turn around. And you’re gonna fucking sit on his cock again. But this time? You’ll face me.”
Your breath catches. Your body jerks, hips twitching at the sound of his voice like that, steady but on the verge. And you nod. Because how could you not?
You move slowly, legs barely holding you upright, and Lee Know holds your hips steady, guiding you with careful, greedy hands.
You turn. Knees straddling his thighs again, now facing Han. Your hands find Lee Know’s thighs for balance, but your eyes stay locked on Han’s, watching the way his chest rises fast, his pupils swallow his eyes whole.
Lee Know curses. A low, sharp hiss against your neck. “Fuck—look at you.”
Because when he helps you sink back down, slow, deep, he feels it all over again. The stretch. The warmth. The way your cunt takes every inch of him, slick and eager.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
You moan as you settle. Your legs tremble again. And the moment you’re seated fully on him, hips flush to his, Han moves.
He doesn’t even wait.
He drops to his knees in front of you, and then, fuck. His tongue.
Soft at first. Then hungry.
Sliding over your clit in slow, filthy circles. His hands find your thighs, spreading you wider, fingertips digging in like he needs to anchor himself or he’ll float away.
You jerk, violently, hips stuttering, a cry ripping from your lips as Lee Know groans beneath you, his cock twitching deep inside.
“Yeah,” he pants, voice rough, deep. “Let him feel it, sweetie. Grind down on me. Just like that.”
You do, and it’s insane. The feel of Lee Know filling you, his hands on your waist, while Han’s tongue works your clit like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. Messy, desperate, fucking sinful.
Han moans into you. Like he can’t help it. Like your taste is wrecking him.
“She tastes like fucking heaven—”
His voice cracks. Breathless.
“Hyung, I can feel your cock fucking her—”
Lee Know groans again, louder now, and thrusts up into you, slow and devastating, forcing a gasp from your lips.
You're barely holding on.
Your legs shake. Your breath stutters. Your hands claw at anything, holding back at Lee Know’s shoulders, Han’s hair, your own thighs, anything to stay grounded, but it’s no use.
You’re drenched, body slick with sweat and spit and the dizzy aftershocks of your last orgasm, and the way Han’s tongue keeps moving, even now, even after all that, is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
“Can’t—” you gasp, voice wrecked, pleading. “I—I can’t—ride—”
Lee Know moves instantly.
His hands slide down, grip the undersides of your thighs, and lift you just enough. You feel the shift, feel the heat of his chest under your palms, the way his cock drags partway out, slick and aching inside you.
“Then let me,” he murmurs, low, sharp, steady as a goddamn storm. “You just hold on, baby.”
And then he thrusts.
Slow. Deep. Measured.
You whine, loud, desperate, as his cock pushes back in with devastating pressure, every inch dragging against soaked, oversensitive walls. Your whole body twitches, your head falling forward, mouth open as another moan escapes you.
“Fuck—fuck—”
Han’s still on his knees. Still between your thighs. Still licking.
His hands push your legs wider, and his tongue finds where you’re stretched around Lee Know’s cock, flicking, licking, obsessing. And it’s not just you anymore. Every time Lee Know pulls out, just an inch, Han’s tongue follows, slick and hot, tracing over the curve of Lee Know’s cock where it’s disappearing inside you, then up again, flat over your clit, back and forth, like he can’t decide what he wants more: your taste, Lee Know’s taste, or the taste of both of you together.
Lee Know gasps.
It’s the first time he’s really slipped. The first time his rhythm falters, hips twitching, breath catching like the burn is catching up to him, too.
“씨발,” he grits, jaw clenched. “너 미쳤어.”
(Fucking hell. You’re insane.)
Han groans, louder now, lips sliding wet over Lee Know’s cock just as it drags out again. His tongue swipes along the underside, then circles your clit again with obscene, soaking pressure.
“그만—” Lee Know pants, voice cracking. “Don’t—fuck, Han, I swear—”
But Han doesn’t stop.
He moans into you, licking up everything, flicking his tongue back and forth across your clit in rhythm with Lee Know’s slow thrusts, up, down, slip across his cock, flick your clit, again, again and again until your entire body convulses above them.
You sob holding back into Lee Know’s shoulder, not knowing what the fuck to do with your hands anymore.
“I know, baby,” he says against your ear. “I know it’s too much.”
But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t fucking stop.
His hands cup your ass now, spreading you, controlling the rhythm entirely. He lets your hips fall, then thrusts up again, perfectly timed with Han’s tongue as it slips under and flicks, gentle but relentless, right where you're joined.
Your voice breaks.
“I—God, I can’t—I don’t know who to—fuck—”
Lee Know groans, deep, gravelly, like the sound of thunder right before it splits the sky.
“Can’t choose?” he pants, hips grinding up with slow, steady thrusts that feel like a full-body unraveling. “Then hold onto both.”
And you try. You try.
Fingers buried in Han’s hair.
Nails digging into Lee Know’s arm.
Legs shaking, voice cracking, heat building too fast again.
Han moans into your clit like he’s going to die with how much he needs your next orgasm, and Lee Know? Lee Know groans under you, cock dragging slow and deep, lips brushing your ear.
“That’s it,” he whispers, voice all sin. “Fall apart again. Let us have you.”
The pressure builds again, unbelievable, blinding, like it never left, like your last orgasm was just the first crack in the dam, and now it’s all flooding back harder, hotter, faster.
Lee Know’s cock drags against every sensitive spot inside you, slow, deep, devastating. His grip on your ass tightens, his teeth scrape your neck, and Han, fuck, Han is starving between your legs, tongue moving like he’s racing your heartbeat, flicking, circling, lapping, tasting everything as it leaks out of you around Lee Know’s cock.
You can’t breathe.
You can’t think.
You’re trembling so hard your muscles barely respond, thighs twitching violently every time Han’s tongue passes over your clit with that obscene pressure, and it hits you. It’s coming again. You’re going to come again.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—please—”
It’s not even words anymore. You’re begging through your teeth, clawing at Lee Know’s arms, tugging at Han’s hair, hips snapping forward like your body wants to be wrecked.
Lee Know’s voice is right at your ear now, low and dark, his breath catching with every roll of your hips.
“Give it to us.”
Han groans like it’s his own orgasm building, and the moment his tongue circles just right, slow, wet, and maddening against your clit, you break.
You shatter.
Not quietly, violently.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—oh my God—”
Your whole body snaps down.
Back arched, mouth wide, screaming as you clamp down around Lee Know so hard it punches a moan out of him, low and raw. Your thighs lock around Han’s head and he doesn’t stop, keeps licking, keeps moaning into you, eating your orgasm like he earned it.
Your hips shake, bouncing on Lee Know’s cock with every pulse of your orgasm, and he fucks up into you once, twice, deep, groaning into your shoulder, completely undone.
“Shit—sweetie, you’re—you’re fucking soaking me—”
And it’s true. You feel it, the wet heat spilling down your thighs, dripping onto Han’s cheeks and chin as he groans, tongue still moving slow now, reverent.
Han’s head drops forward, resting against your thigh, flushed, soaked, lips parted like he’s drunk on you.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “She just ruined me.”
Lee Know pulls out of you slow, and you whimper, the drag of him leaving your body almost too much. Your legs twitch once, then go boneless around his hips. But he doesn’t let you go. Not for a second.
He shifts you gently, pulling your legs to the side, tucking you into his lap. His arms wrap around you, one across your waist, one under your thighs, holding you tight against him as you tremble, shaking from every nerve still sparking under your skin.
Your cheek falls against his shoulder. Your breath is a gasp. “That was—” You swallow. Try again. “That was fucking insane.”
Lee Know chuckles, soft and low, lips brushing your hair. His hand strokes your thigh slowly, grounding you.
Across from you, Han’s still on his knees.
His arms hang loose at his sides. His chest rises fast, his lips parted, slick, soaked, glistening with your orgasm. His chin. His jaw. Even the column of his neck, all of it wet, glimmering in the low light.
He looks wrecked. Beautiful. And completely ruined.
Lee Know watches him for a beat. Then he turns slightly, his voice a rasp near your ear.
“Jagiya,” he murmurs.
Han blinks up, dazed.
Lee Know smiles, slow, sharp, and his voice drops.
“Come kiss me.”
Han doesn’t move at first. Just stares, lips still shining, eyes flicking between the two of you. His hands curl into fists on his thighs, jaw tightening like the request alone short-circuited his entire brain.
You stay tucked in Lee Know’s lap, knees pulled to the side, pressed between them as Han leans in.
And when their lips meet…
God.
It’s not gentle. Not soft. Not teasing.
It’s filthy. Sloppy. Soaked.
The kiss lands wet, open-mouthed, with an obscene squelch as Lee Know licks into Han’s mouth, tasting everything she left on him. His tongue pushes past Han’s lips, messy and hungry, and Han moans, low, wrecked, like it hurts to be touched and he still wants more.
Lee Know’s hand flies to his waist, gripping tight, fingers digging in through the fabric like he’s pulling him closer just to feel the desperation.
And Han, fuck, Han grabs the back of Lee Know’s head, fingers twisting in his hair so tight it forces his head back. Their mouths disconnect for half a second, wet, panting, lips red and slick, before they crash together again, harder this time, filthier.
They lick into each other’s mouths. They moan like they’re fucking. And you’re right there, tucked between them, pressed into Lee Know’s chest with your head tilted back, watching them devour each other like it’s the only thing they’ve ever wanted.
Lee Know shifts his grip again, hand sliding down from Han’s waist to his ass, grabbing a full handful. Han gasps, his hand tightening in Lee Know’s hair, pulling even harder. And Lee Know just grins into the kiss, like he loves it, like it drives him insane to feel how rough Han gets when he’s finally not overthinking it.
They keep kissing. Messy. Loud. Unapologetic. All tongue, all breath, all filth.
Until Lee Know finally pulls back, just barely, lips red, mouth open and pants against Han’s lips: “You taste like her.” His voice drops to a growl.
Han shudders at that.
And you?
You’re shaking again, mouth open, thighs clenched, absolutely soaked all over again.
Their mouths stay close, lips brushing, breath shared between open mouths like neither of them wants to let go. A string of spit still stretches between them, catching the light, breaking only when Han exhales a shaky moan and lets his hand fall from Lee Know’s hair.
They’re both wrecked. Eyes dark. Mouths red.
Then Lee Know turns back to you, chest rising under your cheek, voice curling like smoke in your ear. “Oh…” His palm strokes down your thigh, slow. “You like watching us.”
Han blinks, dazed, then follows Lee Know’s gaze.
His eyes drag down your body, the way your thighs have squeezed tight again, the way your chest is heaving, the way your hand has curled into Lee Know’s skin like you need something to keep you still.
“Shit,” Han murmurs, breathless. “She’s soaked again.”
Lee Know hums deep in his throat, almost like a purr. One hand slides between your legs, lightly, still teasing, just to feel.
You gasp, twitching in his lap.
“She liked the kiss,” he murmurs. “That was it, wasn’t it, baby?”
You nod, small. Shaky. “Yes,” you breathe. “Fuck, yes.”
Lee Know grins first.
The kind of grin that’s not playful anymore, the kind that says he’s made up his mind. His hand cradles your cheek, fingers curling under your jaw, and his voice is low, warm, almost teasing.
“You want to be part of it again, sweetie?”
You nod.
There’s no hesitation, just heat. Breath. Your lips part, and he leans in.
And the kiss?
God. It’s filthy.
He kisses you deep, tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced ease, tasting everything. You feel Han’s breath against your neck the second Lee Know’s mouth meets yours, and you moan instantly, your body jerking, overwhelmed again by how much you still want them.
Lee Know kisses like he knows what you need before you ask.
Slow at first. Pressed close. His lips plush and wet, tongue flicking softly over yours, then deeper, more demanding, taking now. His hand in your hair. His breath against your cheek. And when you moan into his mouth, he groans, low and rough, pulling you closer into his lap.
And then,
Han kisses your shoulder.
Then your neck.
Then your jaw.
You gasp, lips breaking from Lee Know’s just enough for air, and Han’s mouth is there, replacing him, sealing over your lips like he’s been waiting for this moment since the first second he saw you.
His kiss is messier, hungrier. Less precise, more needy. He kisses you like he’s trying to drink you in, his mouth hot and wide, licking into you with little moans against your tongue, hands trembling where they cup your waist.
You kiss him back like you’re drowning.
Lee Know watches.
His hand strokes down your thigh again, slow, just grounding you. His lips brush your temple, and he whispers against your skin:
“Look at you. So fucking pretty between us.”
Lee Know turns your face toward him again, kisses you soft but deep, tongue sliding over yours just as Han starts kissing your neck again, open-mouthed and hot.
You whimper.
Then Han’s lips find your jaw, and you barely catch your breath before he’s back at your mouth, replacing Lee Know again, sucking on your bottom lip like it’ll keep him sane.
And Lee Know, God, he doesn’t move far. He kisses along your neck, your shoulder, licking softly at your sweat-slicked skin, groaning as his hand finds your tit and cups it slow, thumb brushing over your nipple.
Their hands. Their mouths. Both of them at once, kissing you, touching you, licking you open like they want to worship every inch that trembles under their fingers.
It’s breathless. Overwhelming.
You’re gasping into Han’s mouth, whimpering against Lee Know’s hand, your whole body flooded with heat again from the inside out.
And when they both pull back, lips red, cheeks flushed, breath ragged, you can’t even speak.
Lee Know’s smile is crooked now, eyes half-lidded, voice low and filthy as he cups your jaw again.
“That what you wanted?”
You nod. And you don’t even mean to move.
It just happens. Your mouth crashes into Han’s like gravity pulled you there, and he gasps into the kiss, stunned, caught, before he groans and melts into it.
It’s still desperate. Still messy. Teeth knocking, tongues fighting, like you’ve both waited too long even though you were kissing a minute ago.
Lee Know doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move.
He just watches, silent and still, one hand slipping from your waist as Han’s arms slide in to take over.
Han’s kiss turns rougher, hands trembling where they grip your hips, and then suddenly he’s lifting you, gently but urgently, up and out of Lee Know’s lap.
You stumble slightly, still breathless, and Han keeps you close, a hand splayed wide on your lower back, the other already moving down to grab your ass.
Your legs feel like jelly. Your head’s swimming. You pull back just a little to look down between your bodies and Han’s still clothed from the waist down. Somehow. His jeans clinging tight around his hips, the outline of his cock so prominent it makes your mouth water.
Your fingers move before your thoughts catch up.
You slide your hand down, palm dragging firm over the bulge in his jeans and Han’s whole body shudders. His breath stutters against your mouth, and you grin against his jaw.
“Fuck,” you whisper. “Why are you still wearing these?”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t. His hands are on your waist, gripping tight and when your fingers fumble at his button, he actually whines.
You pull back from the kiss again, chest heaving.
“Off, Han. Now.”
You pop the button, drag the zipper down, and reach in. And there he is. Hot. Thick. Already leaking. Your hand wraps around him, tight, and Han gasps, nearly folding.
“Shit—fuck—”
He whines your name.
Lee Know says nothing. You glance back and, fuck.
He’s still sprawled on the couch like a king. One arm draped over the backrest, the other lazily wrapped around his own cock, stroking slow, watching you like he’s being served his favorite sin on a silver platter.
His gaze burns. Unblinking. Fascinated.
You turn back to Han, pumping him slowly, firmly, dragging your thumb over the head.
“Need you,” you whisper. “I want to taste you.”
He groans like it hurts. One hand in your hair, the other gripping your wrist like he’s trying to stay grounded.
He starts backing up, step by step, pulling you with him, jeans around his thighs, your hand never leaving his cock.
And then his legs hit the edge of the bed.
He sits down hard, chest rising fast, legs spreading wide. You drop to your knees between them, taking off his jeans, mouth open, eyes locked on his, and he looks so fucking wrecked, so ready, like he might lose it the second you touch your lips to him.
Behind you, Lee Know doesn’t move. He just watches. Still slow-stroking himself, mouth parted, eyes devouring the way you drop for Han like you were meant to be there.
You’re just about to take him in.
Han’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, jaw slack, hair a mess, and your mouth hovers right over his cock. One hand still wrapped around him, pumping slow, just enough to keep him trembling.
He looks down at you, and fuck, his eyes are wet.
His breath stutters every time your tongue flicks out to tease his tip. His fingers twitch like he wants to grab your hair, like he wants to beg, but all he can do is watch you, stunned, lips parted, every inch of him aching.
“Please—” he breathes. “Please, sweetie—”
And then, you hear it. The soft creak of leather. The slow step of bare feet across the floor.
You glance sideways. Lee Know is standing now. Still silent. Still watching. Only now, he’s close.
Towering beside the bed, cock in hand, eyes dark and hooded, his other hand dragging through his hair as he takes in the sight of you on your knees, mouth poised to devour Jisung like it’s the first thing you’ve ever wanted.
He strokes himself slow. Measured. Then he speaks, voice low, casual, like he’s already decided everything.
“Can I join?” But is not even a question.
Han’s whole body shivers at that, a whimper punched out of him, his hips jolting up. You gasp. Han’s already moving, pulling you up into the bed with him. Lee Know steps behind you, slow, sure, one hand brushing up your spine.
“Stay just like that,” he murmurs, voice curling over your skin like velvet. His hands runs over your spine, pressing your shoulders down so your head was close enough to Han’s cock again.
“Mouth on him. Ass up for me.”
You moan, loud, already shifting, already obeying. Han’s cock twitches in your hand.
You crawl higher onto the bed, lowering your head even more between Han’s thighs. Your tongue flicks over his slit, finally, and his whole body jumps, a whine catching in his throat as you take the head into your mouth.
Behind you, Lee Know settles. On his knees. Guiding his cock to your entrance with a low groan.
And then, he pushes in. Slow. Thick. Delicious.
You moan around Han’s cock as Lee Know sinks into you, your thighs shaking, your mouth going deeper than you mean to, your fingers digging into Han’s hips as the stretch sets your whole body alight.
Han cries out. “Fuck—fuck— oh my god—”
He’s shaking, voice wrecked, face buried in his elbow like he can’t even watch without falling apart.
And Lee Know? He’s fucking you slow.
Hands gripping your hips tight. Thrusting in and out with steady pressure, enough to make you whimper around Han’s cock, enough to send little vibrations straight through him with every stroke.
He watches you take him. Watches your lips stretch around Han, your spit dripping down to your wrist, your moans muffled but so, so desperate.
“That’s it,” he grits out. “You look so good like this. Taking both of us.”
Han sobs.
“She’s so warm— fuck,—so good, so fucking good—”
“Let go, jagiya. Milk her mouth while I fuck her through it.”
Your mouth moves with desperate purpose, swirling and sucking around Han’s cock. His hips jerk involuntarily under your touch, breath hitching as you lick the swollen tip, tasting him slick and hot.
Han’s hands clutch at your hair, fingers tangling roughly as his head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. His breath grows ragged, broken into sharp gasps. You feel the muscles in his thighs tighten, then twitch, and with a low, guttural moan, he cums deep into your mouth.
You swallow every drop, warm and salty, your throat fluttering as he shudders violently against you. His hips press harder, seeking friction even as he spills, and you hold him close, steady, worshiping him with every flick of your tongue.
Behind you, Lee Know’s pace suddenly shifts, his thrusts grow harder, more urgent. His hands grip your hips tight, fingers digging into flesh as he drives into you with slow, powerful strokes that make your whole body tremble.
You can feel his cock sliding in and out with raw heat, a dark pulse radiating from deep inside you.
Lee Know pulls back just enough to slip his hand between your legs, fingers flicking over your slick, teasing your clit as he watches. The flickering touch sends shocks rippling through your core, making you moan.
And you? You’re sobbing against Han’s body. He’s trying to hold you, taking your hair out of your face, but he’s still shaking.
And then, with a low groan, Lee Know slides off you. His hand wraps around his own cock, stroking himself hard and fast, eyes never leaving Han’s. They’re watching each other, always watching, two predators locked in a silent dance of desire.
Lee Know’s breathing deepens, cheeks flushed, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his hand speeds up, stroking himself with sharp, slick sounds. His other hand stays locked between your thighs, working your clit with a maddening pace, relentless, precise, like he’s chasing your ruin with every flick of his fingers.
Han’s chest heaves in front of you, his lips still parted, his cheeks flushed, eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that borders on awe. He reaches for you, hands framing your face as he pulls you forward, not rough, but desperate, like he needs to feel your mouth again. You moan the second your lips meet his, the sound trembling out of you, high and broken. His tongue slides past your lips, deep and messy, swallowing your sobs as your whole body trembles.
Lee Know groans behind you, voice thick and low. “That’s it, fuck, come for us again” he grits.
Then… hips stuttering, thighs shaking, your orgasm ripping through you in hard, pulsing waves. You cry out into Han’s mouth, the sound soaked in pleasure and helplessness, hands clawing at his shoulders as the heat spills over.
Lee Know follows with a gasp, his hand tightening around his cock, pace brutal now. He strokes himself once, twice, then growls low in his throat as he spills across your ass in thick, hot bursts, hips rocking through it, his breath catching with every twitch.
And Han just watches. Watches Lee Know’s face twist with pleasure, watches the way his jaw drops, eyes flutter, hands squeeze tight around your waist.
They’re looking at each other. Even now.
And something in you throbs at the realization. At the closeness between them. At the way they want you between them, like this.
You can barely breathe.
Lee Know presses a kiss to your shoulder, holding you steady, stroking your thigh.
Han licks his lips. Wipes his chin. Still flushed. And still staring.
“God. What the fuck was this.”
The room spins with heat and sweat and panting silence, their hands still on you, their eyes drinking you up now.
Your body’s still buzzing, your hair’s a mess, and you’re pretty sure your thighs are permanently shaking, but somehow, you manage a smirk.
“So…” you stretch lazily, dragging your fingertips down Han’s chest before shifting your gaze to Lee Know. “You guys want an autograph now, or something?”
Han groans, and buries his face in your shoulder.
“Don’t do that,” he mumbles, voice muffled, wrecked. “Don’t say shit like that.”
You laugh, or try to.
Lee Know’s fingers trail over your thigh, still lazily stroking your skin like he has no plans of letting you go any time soon.
“Why not?” you purr, smug. “I thought you were fans.”
Han lifts his head just enough to look at you, flushed, wide-eyed, completely destroyed.
“I don’t know how I’ll be able to watch you through a screen after this,” he says, and he means it. Every word lands heavy and honest. “I’m fucked.”
You smile. Slow. Sweet.
“Yeah,” you murmur, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. “You are.”
Lee Know hums behind you, dropping a soft kiss to your shoulder. His voice is all smug satisfaction, lazy and low.
“Told you she’d ruin us.”
Han sighs dramatically, flopping back again.
“Worth it.”
You grin and let your head rest between them, two wrecked, beautiful boys, hearts still thundering in their chests.
God, what a night.
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established relationship bangchan x reader
content: angst, crying, petnames (baby & babygirl), mentions of fear of being intimate, mentions of SA/abuse and just chan comforting reader because of it, fluff + happy ending ofc
WARNING: i repeat, this post contains mentions of reader going through SA so please please, if it’s a sentitive topic and you don’t wanna trigger it please don’t read
this might also be really badly written, but i just wanted to share in hopes it brings comfort for someone who might’ve been through something like this 
promt: reader wants to be intimate with chan but at the same time she’s afraid of it bc she’s been SAed in the past and she finally tells chan about it
there’ve been several times where you and chan have had heated make out sessions, but never has he attempted to touch you anywhere else bellow your waist (and you’re very grateful for that). you guys have never actually talked about this topic. you’ve been going out for a few months and it’s starting to become something you need to discuss, yet you’re terrified of what he would say. you’re terrified he would think you’re broken. that if he knew, he wouldn’t want you that way anymore.
you actually don’t even know if he wants you in that way. yes, you are grateful that he hasn’t made a move passed those make out sessions, but to be honest you couldn’t help but think if that was because he was just being the gentleman he is, or him just not being interested in doing anything else beyond that. cause to be true you DID want sex with him. you desperately want to have the sex life everyone else has cause, i mean your boyfriend is HOT, in fact he’s one of the hottest people you’ve met and he makes you so horny it’s ridiculous. yet you were stick, you were so stuck, cause even if you want him you feel like you couldn’t have him. cause why would he want to be stuck in this messed up situation? when he could have someone that isn’t as broken as you, someone who isn’t broken at all actually. guess you kinda have to talk to him know, cause the more time passes the more it gets in your head, the more time passes the more you actually love him, and if this conversation ends badly… the harder it would be to let go if he decided he didn’t want you anymore.
you were on your friday schedule movie nights, this time taking place in your apartment. you both were now curled up in your sofa under the warmth of your blanket after just having dinner and catching up of what each of you did during the day. after a while you guys turned on a movie on the tv and got comfortable there. the movie was a rom-com so it naturally made you guys be a little clingy towards each other, and just when you were starting to feel at ease in chan’s body warmth it was like your head knew it was overthinking time. why? just why? you thought why does your head does this to you out of nowhere?
without even noticing your body got stiff as you were laying over chan’s chest, he of course noticed so he started rubbing your arm up and down maybe thinking you were cold, but that caused you to slightly flinch and grow yourself small. fuck…
“hey” he said as he slowly pulled you closer to him and looked down at you “you ok, baby?” you could sense confusion and concern in his voice and it made you feel so guilty.
“yeah, i’m ok” you respond as you try to sound as neutral as possible, but still laying very stiff over chan’s body, trying to keep focus on the movie to attempt to ignore all the thoughts in your head.
“you sure baby? you seem really tense…” you didn’t even answer him, there’s was a lot going on in your head, it was like you were dissociating from reality, movie long gone in your head and going back to those times, reliving those moments where you felt the most vulnerable, where you felt small, helpless, disgusting. used…
since your lack of response, he asked “are you cold? is this position uncomfortable?” hearing his voice again made you break your train of thoughts and go back to reality and your current situation. he tried to reach your hand but since now you were aware you avoided it and broke free from his chest, yet you tried to do it as gentle as possible cause you really didn’t wasn’t to hurt his feelings by pulling away from his touch, but you had to be honest. the last thing you want when your head goes those places is to be touch, any kind of touch.
you want to tell him, you want to just get it over with but, how do you even start that conversation? you guys weren’t even doing anything close to sexual, yet you still got all panicked out.
“i-….” you don’t even know what to say, how the hell do you explain yourself?
“is there something wrong, baby? you know you can tell me anything” there was still concern in his voice but now there was care as well.
“i- … c- can i ask you a question?” you felt your heart pounding in your throat
“yes, baby of course” he wanted to hold your hand in hopes to make you feel more at ease, but he got the hint that you didn’t want him to touch you right now.
you took a deep breath preparing to start the conversation you’ve been prolonging. “ha- have you ever…” you stopped mid sentence but he knew better than to rush you so he just waited in silence for you to talk “have you ever wanted.. or… have you ever thought of… going further… than like.. making out?” you said, eyes fixed on the floor. you hate to be the one to bring out the topic for the first time. would he think it’s to soon? would he think you’re desperate?
“i mean…” he started getting nervous at the sudden topic and started giggling to try to hide it and ease the tension “to answer your question yes i have… but if you’re wondering why i’ve never made a move, well… i just wanted to be sure we were on the same page, and i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want to go there yet”
“oh” it’s all you managed to say. of course chan wasn’t like them, like those people who once took advantage of you, but you still didn’t expect him to be this considered and sweet, he was being so respectful towards you without even knowing your situation, and still you accused him secretly of not wanting you. you felt so stupid for thinking like this and guilty of having this issues while being with someone as sweet as chan.
“why are you asking, baby?” he said in a loving and curious tone. but he somewhat felt that you brought up the conversation for something more serious other than to just ‘be on the same page’ so he started panicking “wait, did i make you feel uncomfortable? i promise i never meant to push you, i’m so sorry if you felt like-“
“wait, no!” you cut him off to his rambling “no, channie. you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong” that made him release a breath he was holding but still he needed to know what was getting you like this.
“then whats wrong, babygirl? i kinda get the feeling you didn’t brought this up just to have ‘the talk’. you know you can tell me anything, right? is there something bothering you?” you still felt like your heart was gonna come out of your throat, but seeing him being so considerate made you get the courage left to just get it over with.
“chan… im about to tell you something that i probably should’ve told you a while ago and i’m so sorry i didn’t do it before. but i i’m gonna ask you to please just don’t say anything until i’m done cause this is already so hard for me. and if at the end you wanna end things then it’s totally okay, no hard feelings, i’ll accept if you don’t want to deal with it cause you totally don’t have to, you’re to good for it and-“
“hey, hey” he says so softly almost in a whispering tone. cutting you off, trying to catch on everything you just said and wanting to calm you down “y/n you’re okay. it’s okay. just take a deep breath with me, yeah?…” he inhales deep hoping you mimic his actions and you do “…and out” and you both exhale. “in again, baby” you do inhale a second time “and out again…” he sighs in relief seeing you more relaxed, as best as you can be right now “that’s more like it, baby” he says as he smiles at you with those beautiful dimples.
he takes a shot and offers you his hand, opening it in front of you and he’s happy to see that you do take it in yours, so he squeezes it slightly to help you ground yourself. “whatever you have to say, it’s okay. i promise i’ll listen till the end, but i promise you i’m not going anywhere, okay?”
“don’t promise…” you say, in a sad tone now, but trying to be realistic and understandable of him “i just want to let you know that you don’t have to deal with it if you don’t want to” you try and keep a steady voice to not cause him any pity but at the end your voice ends up breaking.
“baby…” his heart breaking at the sound of your voice. but he decides not to argue with it “can you go ahead and tell me…?”
you take another deep breath, trying to gather up the courage till you finally speak. “i- i guess. we- we never really talked in depth about my ex… not that we had to but, some things happened and… and i don’t really wanna get into detail but, we were together for a few years but overall, throughout the relationship, he was- he was very manipulative, and toxic, and… abusive… sexually.” you let out a shaky breath before you continue “took me months after we broke up to finally realize that he abused me and… i just wanted to ‘warn’ you i guess, cause… that’s like my only experience sexually speaking, and i haven’t been with anyone after that.” you take a small pause as you stare at the floor unable to look at his face “it happened years ago but… i still get flashbacks some times. and, baby, i’m so thankful that you’ve never pushed me into anything, you’ve done nothing wrong, i haven’t felt pressured at all.” you confess as you lift your face to now look at him in the eyes while you squeez his hand “and i’m not gonna lie… i do want you that way. i’ve been wanting to go further for a while whenever we make out i’m- i’m just afraid that… i guess.. i guess i’m nervous to be intimate again. i don’t want to be doing something and have a flashback in the middle and end up ruining it for me and you too…”
you both stay silent for a moment, letting it sink in before chan speaks up “babygirl…” he starts as he reaches with his other hand to reach yours, so now he holds you with both “babygirl, you are so strong. you’re so damn strong and i’m so fucking mad you had to go through that… cause baby, you are the sweetest, most loving and kind person i’ve met. i can’t imagine someone being so fucked up in it’s brain to do that to you, to hurt you like that” you can see he’s starting to get emotional by how his voice was beginning to shake “my baby, thank you for trusting me to tell me something like this… i just hope you know that it’s not your fault at all, you didn’t have to go through that, baby. and i would never ever do something you don’t want me to, i will never rush you into anything, i’ll never persuade you into anything. but i want you to know that we don’t have to jump into anything you’re not ready for, or that you feel uncomfortable”
you didn’t notice but tears where already rolling down your cheeks. they were inevitable. his words were literally everything you’ve been wanting to hear for years. to be validated. to be seen. to not be the one to blame, cause oh how many times you have blamed yourself.
“babygirl, please don’t cry…” he says as he caresses your knuckles with his both hands. “can i hold you?”
and you nod, because this time you do want his touch. you let down your walls, and you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, to trust him in your most intimate self.
he softly lets go of your hand and lifts his arms open wide for you to settle yourself in between them. you gently close your distance with him and you wrap yourself around his torso for you to cry harder against his chest.
you stay like that for a few seconds, with him holding you close, one hand resting on the back of your head, the second one rubbing up and down your back “thank you” you manage to say in between sniffles and hiccups.
“baby…” he starts
“no, chris” you stop him pulling away from his chest, whipping your tears and looking at him “really… thank you. i thought you were gonna want to leave, but you said just the right words”
“baby, don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum” he says as he lifts his hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear “i told you, this was not your fault. there’s no reason for me to leave. i love you so much baby. all i wanna do is make you feel loved, and safe. ever.”
“i love you, chan” you respond after a few more sniffles, feeling more calmed now “but… i…”
“you what, babygirl?” he encourages you.
“i… want to be intimate with you…” you confess a bit embarrassed
“mhm you do, babygirl? you sure?” and you nod slowly with a hint of shyness “i want to try…”
he takes your hand and caresses it again “i want to too, baby. but i don’t wanna rush you. not before and not now that you’ve told me this” he states and you can’t help but think that you won the lottery with this man “how about we take it one step at a time? we don’t go all the way in right away, but we take it one step further each time. how does that sound, baby?”
you nod at him giving him a soft smile “that sounds really nice, baby”
“i’ll just have to ask you something, babygirl” he says and you nod in confusion “communication is key. so you’re gonna have to tell me at all times how fare we go, what pace we go, when we start, when we stop, when we continue and most importantly, your boundaries, baby. i’ll never proceed without your verbal consent, okay?”
you let out a shaky breath, almost as a relieved sigh. not that you were expecting anything bad for him, but still relieved to hear those words coming out of him. you nod again “i love the sound of that” you confess, as you nod again, your smile, growing wider.
“i’m so glad to see that smile back, baby” he says as he brigs his hand to caress your cheek with his thumb in the softest way possible while he smiles too.
you lean in his touch while looking up at him, your sight flicking between his eyes and his lips “i love you, chris”
“i love you too, babygirl” he noticed your eyes flicking but he doesn’t make a move, he just stares at you the same way. his hand not leaving your soft face.
but you lean in closer, you lean in making a small pause when your lips are slightly touching, you rest your forehead against him before finally closing the distance between your two sets of lips. and this time feels different, you don’t quite know if it’s a new type of intimacy, if it’s a deeper love, or if it’s desire. but you know that you’ve finally found your sun, you’re finally where you needed to be.
💌: this has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for like a year and a half. i never intended to published it, it was honestly just my way of releasing my thoughts and finding comfort but it’s only now that it felt right to finish it and even tho it’s incredibly scary, i did decided to share.
to the writers with SA comfort in their stories, just wanted to say thank you for giving me the courage to actually do this. this feels so personal and scary to put out there but i feel like i healed a bit more <3. and to readers who have suffered from SA/abuse, just know that it’s NEVER your fault, don’t blame yourself for what other people did to you, you’re not alone. if someone needs a safe space to talk, my dms are always open <33
english’s not my first language i apologize any mistakes!
contains: +18, masturbation (f, m), sex toy, blowjob, chan talks so fckng much, daddy kink, praise, hair grabbing, kinda overstimulation? kinda sub!chan, reader is in control here, lots of sloppyness, chan audio……
authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)
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this ff was requested by @anjian03 <3
summary: What happens when you push Chan to the edge with a sex toy? Spoiler: he loses his fucking mind.
!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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You hadn’t meant to start without him.
You told yourself you’d wait, that you could handle just a few more minutes. But the minutes stretched, your mind wandered, and every passing second without his touch became unbearable. You kept thinking about the way he talks to you when he catches you squirming. The heat in his eyes. The way he always makes you fall apart with just his voice...
Tonight, though, he was late. And you were already so wound up it hurt. So you gave in.
The soft hum of your vibrator was drowned out by the pulse in your ears, the tension of needing more, needing release, needing him.
You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Definitely not in time to find you spread out on his bed, head thrown back, your fingers tight around the toy pressed right against your aching clit.
“Don’t stop,” Chan’s voice came, low and calm, almost too calm, saying it before you saw him to avoid you from stopping. He stood in the doorway, hoodie half-off his shoulder, his eyes locked between your thighs. “Keep going, baby.”
You froze. Not from shame, God, no, but from the way he looked at you, like he was starving. It set your body on fire.
He stepped inside slowly, unbothered, and sat down in the chair across from you. His legs spread. One hand lazily moved down, slipping under his waistband. You watched him palm himself, stroking slow. “Tell me,” he said. “What’s it feel like?”
Your lips parted, breath shaky. “It’s… warm. It’s not you, but it helps. A little.”
“Helps with what?” he asked, head tilting slightly.
“The ache. The need.”
He smirked, gaze burning into you. “Why couldn’t you wait for me?”
“I tried,” you whispered. “I really tried, Channie.”
That answer made him groan softly, his strokes tightening. “Why is it so good, huh? You like being needy for me?”
“I do,” you gasped. “So much.”
“But you don’t get to finish,” he said, voice suddenly sharp. “Not like that. Not without me knowing exactly how it feels.”
He stood, slow and towering, until he was kneeling beside you. His hand came to your cheek, thumb brushing your lips. “You look so pretty like this. All needy and wet.”
Then he kissed you, slow, deep, hungry. His tongue curled into your mouth with a low moan, tasting your breath, your need. When he pulled back, he said, breathy “Come on, baby. Please me with it just like you please yourself.”
You nodded, dizzy. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you sank to your knees between his legs. His cock was hard, heavy in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slow, firm. He hissed, eyes fluttering shut.
You teased him wickedly with your tongue flicked out to trace a slow, wet circle around the swollen head of his cock, just barely touching, just enough to make him twitch. You felt the way his thighs tensed under your hands, how his breath caught in his throat. You flattened your tongue and dragged it up the underside of him, following the pulsing vein, tasting the salt of his skin. His hand gripped your hair, but he let you play.
Then your lips brushed over his tip, feather-light, a kiss that didn’t satisfy anything, he hissed above you, fingers tightening in your hair, not yanking, just holding. Like he wanted to keep you there, right there, in his orbit, pleasing him like that. Like he wanted to feel he had control about something. But he didn't.
You let your lips part again, took him in just enough to make him feel your heat, warm, wet, promising, and then pulled off, slow, your tongue dragging as you left him glistening and aching.
“Fuck…” he groaned, head tipping back.
You smiled up at him, thumb stroking as your mouth hovered above him. His grip faltered, shaky with restraint, his hips rising ever so slightly as if he couldn’t help it, trying to follow your mouth.
And then, you reached for the vibrator.
You turned it on low, held it to his tip. The moment it touched, Chan shuddered, hips jerking forward with a raw groan.
“F-fuck-baby…”
You looked up at him with lips slick, mouth open. “You wanted to know how it felt, right?”
His breath hitched. “Oh, I feel it. Keep going, baby girl.”
The moment the vibrator touched the flushed head of his cock, Chan twitched. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles flexing as his breath caught in his throat.
“F-fuck-” he growled, head tipping back. “What the fuck, baby…”
You looked up at him, lips slick with spit and need, your fingers wrapped tight around the base of his cock. “You said you wanted to know,” you whispered, voice laced with mischief and lust.
“I didn’t think it’d feel like that,” he hissed, hips stuttering forward slightly. “Shit… it’s-fuck, it’s intense. Too much, but so fucking good.”
You circled the vibrator around his sensitive tip, teasing him the way you would tease yourself. The low buzz vibrated against your fingers too, sending a thrill through your palm. He was thick, twitching in your hand, veins pulsing under your touch as his cock swelled even harder.
“You like how I use it on myself?” you asked softly, your tongue peeking out to lick a stripe just under the head. “I get so wet, just from this. From thinking about you. From pretending it’s you.”
Chan growled, actually growled, and grabbed your hair even harder.
“Keep talking,” he muttered, eyes dark and locked on you. “Tell me what you do when I’m not here. What you imagine.”
“I spread my legs,” you whispered, trailing the vibrator slowly down the underside of his cock, then back up. “I imagine your fingers, your voice. The way you look at me when I beg, when I call you daddy.”
His abs flexed. His cock twitched again in your hand.
“I imagine you whispering, ‘Be a good girl and come for me.’ I pretend you’re watching. Just like this.”
“I am watching,” he rasped, chest rising with every shallow breath. “So pretty on your knees. Stroking me like that.”
“I love pleasing you, daddy” you said, kissing the head of his cock, letting your lips linger. “Every thick inch of you.”
His hand tightened slightly in your hair, pulling your face closer. His voice dropped lower, rougher.
“Use it again,” he said. “Right there. Make me feel it.”
You did. You pressed the vibrator against his tip again, a little firmer this time. He gasped and cursed under his breath, hips bucking.
You licked around the vibrator, your tongue brushing where the toy met his skin, dragging slow, wet circles. His thighs quivered. His other hand grabbed the sheets, knuckles white.
“Holy fuck, baby-fuck-you’re gonna make me-” He cut himself off with a growl. “Stop. Stop. I want you.”
But you didn’t stop right away, not until his cock jerked again and his voice broke into a low, helpless moan.
Only then did you pull the vibrator away and replace it with your mouth, sinking down over him slowly, savoring every inch. His cock stretched your lips wide, thick and hot against your tongue, the weight of him heavy as you took more.
Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth almost immediately, you didn’t care. You wanted the mess. The obscene, wet sounds of your lips around him filled the room, sticky and loud, mixing with the deep, broken groans tearing from his throat.
You moaned around him, sending vibrations down his shaft that made him curse and twitch. Spit dribbled down your chin, smeared across your fingers as you stroked the base with one hand, your mouth working the rest, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. The more you moved, the wetter it got, strings of saliva clinging to him when you pulled back just to breathe, then diving in again with a filthy slurp that made him shudder.
Chan cursed above you, a string of raw, broken praise.
“That’s it… fuck, yes, just like that, baby. Just like that.”
His grip in your hair guided your rhythm, not forceful, but firm, needing. His hips rocked gently, matching your pace, eyes dark and locked on your swollen lips wrapped around his cock.
You moaned softly, letting the vibrations hum through him again, this time from your throat.
His head fell back with a groan.
But you wanted him to come with the toy, just like he asked to. So you pressed the vibrator against his tip again, tongue teasing just beside it, and that’s when you saw it, the way Chan's jaw clenched, his throat worked overtime, swallowing.
He was salivating. Thick, desperate, involuntary.
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"Oh yeah, f-fuck. Keep it right there baby, right there, r-right there"
He was so turned on it was pouring out of him. If he didn’t keep swallowing it down between moans, it’d have dripped straight from his lips.
He groaned deep, the kind of noise that vibrated in your chest, and let his head fall back, mouth open, breath ragged. “F-fucking hell-, good girl, y-yeah, good girl” he choked, voice barely more than air.
His hands were shaking.
One moment they were in your hair, tugging with no real rhythm, the next they were on your face, shaking, fingers reaching for your lips, your tongue, like he wanted to assure it was you, that he was indeed feeling that coming from you. Then his hands were gripping his own thighs like he didn’t know what else to hold onto.
"Oh, fuck-, you like seeing this, huh? Yeah? You like seeing daddy struggling?"
He keened, shoulders shaking, his voice rough and high and raw from restraint. And when that wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around himself, clutching tight like he was holding himself together.
You kept going.
"Oh, f-fuck, you see how my fucking dick is trowing for you sweetie?"
You were giving him slow, teasing circles with the vibrator right on the sensitive crown of his cock, paired with the hot pressure of your lips along the base. You licked, you moaned, you moved your hand in perfect sync. And Chan? We was losing his fucking mind.
"Right there, baby, keep it right there"
You didn't. You moved faster.
He slapped his own thighs. Hard. Fast. Once. Twice. Three times.
"Hey, I said keep it right there. Don't move again"
The sound was sharp, the impact making him jolt. “Fuck-fuck! Good girl, f-fuck it feels good” he barked, eyes squeezing shut.
You paused just long enough to glance up at him, breath hot against his skin. And the sounds, fuck, the sounds he was making, loud, broken, unlike anything you had heard before.
"Oh-, f-fuck, fuck"
His fingers dug into the meat of his legs, then flew up, covering his face as he let out a noise, strangled, shameless, and pressed both palms against his mouth to muffle it.
"Just like that, little princess. Look at me. Look at me baby, look at what you're doing to my body"
Your eyes locked. Your tongue was curling against the tip of his cock.
Chan laughed, need, broken.
"You like seeing this, huh? Oh, f-fuck"
“Oh, Channie” you murmured, lips swollen, voice thick with lust, “you’re feeling it all, aren't you?”
He nodded wildly, panting. “I don’t-don’t know what to do-my body-fuck, my body’s not mine right now.”
“Let me have it, then,” you whispered, kissing his cockhead with your lips and letting the vibrator hover near it. “Let me own it.”
His head dropped forward, eyes wide, pupils blown so big you barely saw any brown.
“You already do,” he rasped. “You already fucking do.”
You smiled, slow, sinful, and sank your mouth around him again, deeper this time, letting your tongue press flat as the vibrator buzzed right where he was the most sensitive.
Chan snapped.
His hips bucked hard like his body couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t help it. His hands gripped the edge of the bed so tight his knuckles went white. His thighs tensed, trembling. His voice broke, a strangled, helpless moan tearing from his throat.
“Oh-fuck, I’m-baby, I’m coming-I’m coming-”
You didn’t stop. You took it.
His orgasm hit like a shockwave, his cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came with a shout, his whole body twitching under your hands. Hot, thick spurts spilled into your mouth, over your lips, down your throat. He was loud, moaning through gritted teeth, shaking as he spilled every last drop for you.
You swallowed around him, slowly, carefully, until he flinched, over-sensitive, his breath caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
You pulled back gently, licking the head clean, watching him as he collapsed, chest heaving, mouth parted. His skin was flushed, his body wrecked.
He looked fucked out. And all yours.
“…holy shit,” he finally breathed, voice rough, almost disbelieving. “what the fuck did you just do to me?”
contains: +18, bf!chan, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, good girl, princess), dom!chan, dirty talk, chan loves talking so fkng much, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don't, pls), oral (f receiving), face sitting, daddy kink!!!!! breeding kink, dom!chan audio……
authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)
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summary: You were done with Chan. Everything he did was pissing you off. But Chan? Oh, he was fine with it. Because he knew. He knew you couldn't stay mad at him. He knew one single flirty push would melt you down. And it did.
!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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It was one of those days. The kind where everything he did rubbed you the wrong way, and everything you said made him smirk like he was waiting for the punchline.
You stood at the edge of the living room, arms crossed, lips drawn tight. Chan lounged on the couch like he had all the time in the world, one leg sprawled over the armrest, phone in hand, his eyes glancing up only when your silence stretched too long.
“Are you seriously not going to apologize? I'll have to keep on screaming at you?” you snapped, voice sharp.
Chan arched an eyebrow, the barest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Apologize for what? For being right?”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “God, I can’t stand you anymore.”
His grin widened immediately, and without missing a beat, he set his phone down and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.
“Really, baby? Then sit on me,” he said smoothly.
Your breath hitched.
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “You can't stand? Then take a seat, princess. On my face.”
Your jaw dropped. “Christopher!”
He laughed, low and smug, clearly pleased with himself. “What? Just offering solutions here, wasn't what you wanted?”
You took a step closer, heart thudding in your chest. The tension shifted instantly— less frustration, more fire. And the look he gave you? Dangerous.
“You’re such a menace,” you muttered.
He leaned back, arms spread wide across the back of the couch, looking you up and down with that maddening calm.
“And yet,” he said, voice dipping, “you’re still here.”
Your glare didn’t land the way you wanted. Not with the way Chan looked at you now— like he could see right through the layers of your frustration to the heat simmering just beneath.
He patted his thigh, slowly. “Come on, baby. You’re already fuming. Might as well burn.”
You hesitated for just a second too long, and that was all he needed.
“I can read you so well, princess. The mess you're already doing is not about our fight” he said, voice rough around the edges, eyes locked onto yours like a dare, then looking down at your thighs. “That’s what you came over here to do, right? Throw attitude, pretend you don’t want me?”
Your breath caught, and he grinned wider.
“Thought so,” he murmured, motioning you closer, with his hands at the back of your thighs. You let a moan slip out. “Come on. Use your words, sweetheart.”
When you didn’t answer right away, he tsked under his breath. He grabbed your butt in a way the tip of his fingers reached your pussy in a soft, dangerous touch, making you gasp. “Still can't stand me, baby?”
You swallowed hard. “Chan—”
“Mmm, not answering good enough.” He leaned in slightly, eyes darkening. “You storm in here, all fire and fury all day, and now you’re quiet? Nah. You don’t get to shut down on me now. I can see you want something.”
You finally moved toward him, slowly, heart hammering. Fast as a lightning, he put you between his legs.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “Knew you’d come to your senses.”
His hands trailed over your thighs, slow, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin like he owned you— and he did. God, he did.
“You look so pretty when you’re worked up. All flushed and bratty. Just for me, huh?” he said, tone melting into something softer, but still low and intoxicating.
You nodded, breathless.
Your body practically buzzed under his touch. His fingers dug just enough into your hips to keep you grounded, to remind you who was in control here.
“You’re trembling,” Chan murmured, eyes flicking down to where your thighs brushed his. “All that attitude and now you’re shaking for me?”
He chuckled low, the sound curling around your spine.
“Such a good girl underneath it all. You act like you don’t want this, but your body’s always so honest with me.”
His hands slid up under your shirt, warm palms against bare skin. “You feel that? How fast your heart’s going?” He looked up at you with a grin that was anything but innocent. “You’ve been waiting for me to touch you all day, haven’t you?”
When you didn’t respond fast enough, he clicked his tongue and pulled you closer— flush against him now.
“Say it,” he growled, voice dipped in heat. “Say you wanted this.”
“I wanted this,” you whispered.
“Nah, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “Not good enough. You want to act all mouthy, now you better use that mouth. Say it right.”
You swallowed, breath unsteady. “I wanted you. I wanted you to touch me.”
“That’s more like it.” He let out a pleased hum. “My needy girl. You walk around like you’re so tough, and then one look from me and you’re falling apart.”
His hands slid even lower now, slow and teasing, making you squirm.
“You gonna make a mess for me?” he whispered near your ear. “Soaking through those pretty little panties just from my voice?”
You whimpered, and he smirked.
“Yeah. That’s it. Let me hear those sounds, baby. You don’t have to hide it.” His lips brushed your jaw. “Not from me. Never from me.”
He leaned back slightly, his dark eyes scanning your face. “Still can't stand me?”
You shivered. But didn't answer.
“Oh, baby girl. Still refusing to answer me?” he whispered, a cruel little smile on his lips. In a second, Chan yanked your shorts and panties off, all at once.
You couldn't move. You were trying so, so hard, not to show him you were completely melted.
Chan slowly sank in between you, sitting on the floor, resting his head on the couch. “Since you still can't stand me, take a sit, princess. Sit on my face”
You obeyed so fast it was almost ridiculous. And Chan loved it.
“Imma eat that bratness out of you” he growled, his grip firm on your thighs as he looked up at you, eyes smoldering.
“Oh,” he kissed your inner thigh. “This is the view I wanted.” Still looking up at you like you were divine, almost as he was watching just to catch the second you'd break.
“You wanna take it slow?” he asked, voice softer— but still thick with need. “Or you want me to ruin you right here?”
You tried to speak, to answer him, but all that came out was a breathy sound that barely counted as a word.
Chan grinned like the devil, kissing again your inner thigh, but now, way closer.
You couldn't hide anymore. You were dripping. And Chan was seeing it.
“Oh, baby, look at you” he whispered against your skin. “Already coming undone and I haven’t even done anything yet. You know how worked up that gets me?”
Chan looked up. Eyes locked on yours. Then, he licked you. All of you. Looking right into your eyes. His flat tongue was soft, hot, needy.
Your knees almost gave out.
“Mmm,” he groaned, catching the shift in your balance immediately. “There it is. That sweet little gasp. You were so loud earlier. Don’t go shy on me now.”
He pressed another slow lick into you, deliberate and deep, savoring the way you shuddered under his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice already wrecked, “you taste even better when you’re being a brat.”
His hands slid up your hips, holding you firmly in place as he buried himself again, tongue working with maddening patience.
And he watched you. Every flick, every swirl, every shift of pressure— he studied the way your body reacted, like you were a melody he already knew by heart but wanted to play all over again.
You whimpered something unrecognizable, thighs twitching around his shoulders.
“Oh, you wanna move now?” he chuckled darkly. “Nah, you stay still for me, baby. Let me devour you.”
He sucked softly, then harder, lips pulling sounds out of you like he owned them. Like they belonged to him.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he growled against you. “Let me hear it. Let me feel how close you are. Don’t hold back, princess. Don’t you dare hold back from me.”
Your hips rocked despite yourself, and he groaned in approval.
“You tryna ride my face now?” he taunted, lips brushing sensitive skin. “That desperate for it? Fuck, baby, I’ll let you. I’ll let you. Go on— use me.”
You did. And he took it. All of it.
“Goddamn,” he moaned, gripping tighter. “So fucking wet. So fucking messy for me. You gonna fall apart? Right here? Right now?”
You gasped, on the edge, and he felt it.
“Oh, you’re close,” he said, low and sweet and cruel. “I can feel you trying so hard to hold it in.”
He flicked his tongue faster.
“Let go, baby. Make a mess on my face. Be a good girl and give it to me.”
You cried out —sharp, breathless, completely undone— and Chan groaned like the taste of you was a goddamn reward.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, tongue still working you through it, refusing to stop. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I fucking wanted.”
Your thighs clenched around his head but he didn’t pull back— he pressed in, hands holding you down like he needed to feel you fall apart under his mouth.
“You feel that?” he rasped against your soaked skin, breath hot and shaky. “You drenched me. You made such a mess, baby. So needy. So fucking good for me.”
His eyes flicked up again— dark, wild, possessive.
“You think I’m done?” he asked, licking his lips like he was still tasting you. “Oh, no, no. You don’t get to act like a brat and walk away with one orgasm.”
He stood slowly, towering over you, shirt wrinkled, lips swollen, chin shining with the proof of what he just did.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, dragging a thumb across his mouth, eyes fixed on yours. “You’re gonna stay right there while I fuck every last thought out of that pretty little head.”
You whimpered, breath caught in your throat, and his smirk turned feral.
“Oh, now you’re quiet again? Where’s that mouth now, sweetheart?” He leaned down, voice a sinful whisper against your ear. “No more sass? No more backtalk?”
He gripped your jaw gently, tilting your head back.
“Beg for me, princess,” he murmured. “Beg me to wreck you.”
You could barely form words, but that only made him hungrier.
“Come on,” he whispered, mouth brushing yours. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me you want me to ruin you. I’ll give you everything, baby— but I wanna hear it.”
You barely managed to whisper it - quiet, breathless, desperate.
“…please, please Daddy”
Everything stopped.
Chan froze, jaw clenched, eyes wide like he just got hit by lightning. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth curled, something wicked blooming inside him.
“Oh, fuck” he growled, voice cracked with hunger. “What did you just fucking call me?”
You swallowed, barely holding eye contact, but you looked into his soul as you said again, “Daddy…”
That was it.
“Fuck-” He grabbed your thighs, yanked you to the edge of the couch with a force that had you gasping. His mouth was back on yours in a second- hot, rough, claiming every sound you made like it belonged to him.
"You really wanna play that game?" he rasped against your lips, breath hot and ragged, hissing at you "You call me Daddy, and now I own you, baby. You understand me?"
You nodded frantically, already half-gone, and Chan wasn't even touching you.
"Nah," he growled, dragging his hand between your legs, fingers brushing over the mess he made earlier. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"Yes-yes, Daddy."
His whole body shuddered.
"Fuck, look at you," he said, eyes drinking you in like he was starving. "So fucking pretty like this. Ruined. Wet. Mine."
He kissed down your neck, slower now, tongue dragging over sensitive skin.
"I'm not gonna stop until you're crying for it. Until you forget your own name and only remember mine." One hand held your thigh open, the other traced circles right where you needed him most. You were already trembling, so. fucking. needy.
"Think you can take it?" he whispered, taunting and sweet all at once. "Think that pretty little pussy can handle Daddy's cock?"
You whimpered.
He grinned darkly. "You better. 'Cause I'm not stopping, baby. I'm gonna fuck you stupid."
His lips brushed your ear.
“And when I'm done, you're gonna be dripping with me. ‘Cause imma fucking fill you up”
You gasped, eyes fluttering shut, and he just laughed - low, dark, completely wrecked by how much he wanted you.
“Beg for me again.” he whispered.
“Please, Daddy. I can take it, please”
“Fuck yeah. You better, princess.”
Chan bends you over, ass up, as he presses his body on yours, with his cock rubbing your pussy lips, tip touching on your clit. You gasped.
He was moving up and down, teasing you. All you could hear was all those sloppy, filthy sounds.
“Hear that, princess? How soaked you are for Daddy?”
You nodded. Took a breath, and said: “Oh my God, Chan, just fuck the shit out of me already”
“Holy shit.” Chan grabbed your hair, and bent over you, mouth touching your ear. “I'm gonna fuck you stupid right now”
He pushed in, slowly, like he wanted to feel every inch of you first. Then, he set a brutal pace, hips slamming into you, with one hand still grabbing your hair, and the other bruising your hips, his finger tips digging into your skin.
Chan was feral. You could feel that.
He was desperate. Growling. Laughing. Moaning.
Now, you both could barely talk.
But Chan? He was still saying filthy things, with his voice breathy
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“My sweet princess, is that what you want, huh? Is that it? Nice and deep?” You nodded, only being able to moan as an answer.
“You want daddy to keep edging you?” He laughed like a mad man as you shook your head as a no. “No? Then beg for daddy, I want you to beg” He groaned.
“Ple-please, I-fuck-I wanna cum”
Chan was keeping a brutal pace, losing his mind. Sloppy sounds everywhere, and you both -yes, you both- were making loud filthy sounds.
“Show daddy how fucking needy you are” You moaned, louder than ever this time, as Chan pushed your hair even harder “say please Daddy, I wanna cum”
You were seeing stars. Legs shaking. You couldn't possibly open your mouth for any other thing except for moaning.
And Chan? He kept on talking, breathy, groaning, moaning.
“Oh, fuck-” He said things you couldn't even understand, couldn't even hear. You both were so loud.
”Louder, moan more baby, more”
You did.
“You want it faster, baby?”
You nodded. He was losing it completely.
“-Fuck, that's it, good girl.” You had no force. Chan fucked it out of you. You were melting. Eyes rolling. “That's right sweet angel, good girl, yeah-fuck-, my princess”
He sank into you ever deeper.
“Do your princess parts feel good, yeah? -Fuck, beg more baby, beg more. Show how fucking horny you are for me”
You were loud. Coming harder than ever. And Chan? He was fucking you through it. “Y-yeah-f-fuck- Look at that,” You were dripping on his cock, your cum slipping down your thigh. “You making a mess for Daddy? Let Daddy take care of you, baby”
You felt like your soul left your body. You've never seen Chan go this feral, absolutely losing his mind. Chan reacted to your orgasm clamping you down his cock even harder. “Oh f-fuck”. He was also shaking now, hugging you so hard, pressing your back against his chest as if you were going somewhere else.
He pulled out as he gave little kisses on your shoulders, so softly.
“Holy shit, look at that” He said as soon as he saw you wrecked, with his cum dripping out of your cunt, tracing the same path down your thighs as yours did.
You melted on the couch. Couldn't even remember how that fight got you there, you were still dizzy.
“Still can't stand me, baby?” Chan said as he laid down next to you.
“You're such a menace” You said again, taking a deep breath, trying to recover. “Are you gonna fuck the shit out of me just so I shut up every time we fight?”
Chan laughed. “Only when I'm right, princess”
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+++ authors note: i must say i almost fainted writing this one. AND ALSO, that fucking audio? holy shit..... i'm done. BYE.
synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.
wc: 7.2k
warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.
(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)
a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕
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You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.
"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.
You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.
"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.
There was only one place you'd find him now.
You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.
You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.
Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.
"Oh, hey love. I didn't hear you come in." Hyunjin said, beckoning you to come closer.
You walked closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you, swiftly pulling you in his lap and making you squeal in surprise. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing your jaw and cheek.
"What's got you so concentrated?" you giggled a little, caressing the back of his head, the buzzed hair soft under your palm.
Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he gently caressed your cheek, pressing his lips on yours.
"Something I wanted us to try for a long time." he whispered against your lips, kissing you slowly again. You could never get enough of his kisses, you loved it all from the little pecks he'd give you as he giggled to the most desperate and passionate make out sessions where you couldn't get enough of each other, always needing more.
"Oh yeah?" you smirked. "Something naughty?"
"Not really." Hyunjin shook his head and motioned towards his laptop, adjusting you on his lap so you were turned towards the screen. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your stomach and his free hand scrolling up the page.
"Tantric sex?" your eyes widened, cheeks burning instantly.
"Mhm. Have you heard about it?"
"I have. It's supposed to be like meditative and sensual?" you asked, your hand caressing his arm that was holding you.
"Something like that." Hyunjin chuckled. "I just want us to connect like never before. I want to be close to you in every way possible. I want to explore you and love every part of you." he talked, his lips constantly making contact with the back of your neck.
Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shivered, grabbing at his hand and intertwining your fingers as you turned to look at him.
"Hyunjin." you sighed, your heart beating fast against your chest.
"Don't feel pressured, my love. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to say yes." he smiled sweetly at you.
"Tell me more about it." you whispered, turning to face him fully and gently taking his face in your hands. Hyunjin giggled a little, nuzzling into your palms.
"Okay well, the point is to be in the moment with your partner, take your time as you explore each other and do stuff like breathe together and just touch each other. It doesn't have to be just sex, it's not about getting to the finish line, it's more about enjoying the journey." he explained and you nodded.
"It's supposed to bring us closer together. And when you do finish at the end, it's like the best full body orgasm you can experience." he added.
"So basically it's a huge edge fest?" you joked and Hyunjin laughed.
"Kind of, if you wanna look at it that way." he searched your eyes.
"Of course I wanna be closer to you, my love. It sounds like something wonderful, like an out of body experience." you smiled, kissing his nose.
"So, you wanna try it?" he beamed at you and you nodded.
"Yes, I'd love to." Hyunjin let out a delighted chuckle as he hugged you tighter, making you giggle.
You were a little bit nervous but excited to try something so romantic and loving with your sweet Hyunjin.
~
A few days later, after doing more research and discussing about it, the two of you finally had a weekend off, no other plans, perfect for enjoying each other without anyone else bothering you.
As soon as you opened your eyes that Saturday, you found Hyunjin already awake and smiling at you.
"Good morning, beautiful." he said and you whined, covering your face with the blanket, mumbling behind it.
"Don't hide." Hyunjin pried the blanket out of your fingers, pulling it down and chuckling at your disheveled state.
"You'll look at me all day today anyways." you huffed, moving your hair out of your face. He leaned in and gave you a few sweet pecks.
"I can't wait." he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.
You stayed like that quietly for some time as you caressed the back of his neck and he drew circles on your back. You almost fell back asleep until he lifted up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"I'm gonna start preparing our space." Hyunjin said before getting up. You turned on your back, stretching with a smile.
It was really happening.
By the time you got up and made your way to the living room, Hyunjin had already moved around some furniture, preparing the carpeted floor with covers, blankets and pillows. The two of you thought your living room would be the best option, it was spacious and full of light, usually the room where you relaxed, with all the pretty paintings Hyunjin had hung on the walls and the flower pots you had scattered around.
It was also the room where you first kissed and made love on your third date, when you invited Hyunjin over for a home cooked dinner.
"Need help?" you asked and Hyunjin nodded.
"I prepared some fruit in the kitchen. And water bottles. You can bring it here." he said and you walked away to the kitchen, bringing all the stuff to the living room.
Hyunjin was lighting up some scented candles before he turned to smile at you.
"Do you think it's warm enough here? I turned on the heating."
"It's fine. Comfortable." you nodded.
You decided to eat a simple toast for breakfast and have just a little bit of coffee. There was a strict rule of no devices whatsoever, just you and Hyunjin in your own little world so he grabbed your phones and laptops, leaving it all turned off in your bedroom.
Lastly, Hyunjin dimmed the lights and took your hand in his gently, a sweet smile dancing on his lips as the two of you finally settled in your living room.
"So, how do we start?" you asked, feeling a little nervous.
"However we feel like. There is no rules to that." he smiled. "Though matching our breathing is important. But I just wanna embrace you first, my love." Hyunjin added, placing his hands gently on your waist. You smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his as you felt his warmth and found yourself enjoying the familiar and comforting place your lover's arms provided.
You held each other quietly for some time, then ever so slightly you started moving together to the quiet relaxing music in the background as if you were slow dancing but even slower. With your eyes closed, you pressed your cheek against his, your heart already filling up with love. Swaying with him like that almost made you feel like your feet weren't even touching the ground.
"You wanna sit down?" Hyunjin whispered quietly after a while, brushing his lips against your cheek gently.
"Mhm." you said and he leaned back, his hands finding yours and fingers entwining as he sat down cross-legged, you following suit and mirroring his pose, scooting closer to him so your knees and feet touched. Both of you were wearing only underwear and a shirt you slept in so the bare skin contact already got your breath stuck in your throat.
Hyunjin held your hands, resting them over his knees, his thumb caressing your skin gently. He gave you a little smile as the two of you held eye contact. You slowed your breathing, focusing on the moment as Hyunjin observed you. A little giggle escaped your lips.
"Sorry." you whispered.
"No, it's okay. We should be smiling and laughing. I'm glad that looking at me makes you giggle, darling." he smiled and you felt your cheeks burning. Even after so many shared moments together, you felt shy under his gaze at times.
"Well yeah, you always make me smile." you said quietly, it was his turn to giggle as he gently squeezed your hands. You sat like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, warmth spreading throughout your body, enveloping your heart as butterflies started fluttering inside your stomach, the flapping settling in your gut. You were shocked that only looking into Hyunjin's eyes already started making you feel aroused.
You closed your eyes a few times to take a deep breath and then looked at him again.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked.
"The day we met." Hyunjin answered.
"Oh. You bumped into me pretty hard." you laughed and he chuckled.
"It was Kkami's fault." he added and you rolled your eyes playfully.
"Poor Kkami." you pouted jokingly, reminiscing the day you thought would be the worst day ever but instead, you ended up meeting the love of your life. It was a horrible day at work, you were stressed as you were walking home, clutching a comforting cup of coffee when out of nowhere a little dog came running your way, barking as he flew past you, after him his owner who bumped into you so hard that you fell on your ass and spilled coffee all over yourself.
All you wanted to do in that moment was to just stay on the floor and cry. The handsome stranger gasped and shrieked, apologizing profusely before helping you up. He kept begging you to let him make it up to you and that's how you let him get you a new cup of coffee, exchanging names and numbers.
Only two weeks later you started dating, and you haven't looked back since.
"Thinking about it too now?" Hyunjin asked.
"I was." you smiled.
"I was in love with you the moment you yelled at me. You were so scary but so pretty." he confessed and you laughed.
"I thought I looked pathetic. I felt like it." you shook your head.
"No, you looked so beautiful." Hyunjin smiled, squeezing your hands gently.
"If you say so." you giggled and he let go of your hands, reaching towards your chest and putting his palm against your heartbeat.
He took your wrist in his other hand and guided your hand to his chest, your palm pressed against his heart too.
"Can you feel my heart beating for you, my love?" Hyunjin whispered and you felt a rush of emotions overwhelming you.
"Yes, I can." you whispered.
"Breathe with me." he added and the two of you kept eye contact, feeling each other's hearts beating as you matched your breathing.
You already felt overwhelmed with love for Hyunjin, as if your heart would burst, being close to him, looking at him, being looked at by him, being noticed, touched, loved.
"I wanna kiss you." Hyunjin said. "Am I being impatient?" he asked and you chuckled.
"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to let our feelings and desires lead us?"
"I guess we are. Come sit on my lap, beloved." Hyunjin smiled and you untangled your legs and stood up, stretching a little before sitting in his his lap, your legs wrapped around him. Your core was close to his but still far enough that you didn't feel him pressing against you, more so leaning on his legs.
Hyunjin's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently tracing on your skin. The shapes of you were already engraved in his mind, he could sketch you out with his eyes closed.
He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then each of your eyelids, making you giggle quietly as you placed your hands on either side of his neck. Hyunjin took in a sharp breath, his neck was always sensitive and you felt him becoming warmer and more tense as your fingertips ran over his skin.
"Relax." you said, pressing your lips into his cheeks, kissing his soft skin as he leaned his head back a little, enjoying your touches.
"Remember to breathe." you whispered and he nodded.
"Yes." he whispered back, opening his eyes and looking at you with a glazed over look.
"My sweet Jinnie." your hands ran up over his head, as you gently caressed his short hair, giving him a little massage.
"Mm. Darling. That feels really good." his hands came down to your waist and he gently squeezed.
"I love making you feel good." you kissed his forehead and he let out a quiet whine.
"You always make me feel good, beloved." he stated as you kissed the tip of his nose.
His breath hitched when you cupped his face and brushed your lips against his. Hyunjin couldn't help it as he pulled you in just a little closer so now you could feel the warmth of his core near yours.
He puckered up his lips and just stayed like that, connected with you as you matched your breath again. Hyunjin then captured your lower lip between his and started kissing you gently, slowly moving his lips, savoring the moment as if it was the first and last time he would kiss you.
His hands drew little circles on your lower back as you kept kissing him, pouring the love from your lips to his. You didn't even hear the music in the background anymore, all your senses were focused on Hyunjin. He gently rubbed his nose against yours in between kisses and your hands made their way down to his shoulders which you always admired and loved kissing, maybe even sinking your teeth in.
Hyunjin's hands trembled before travelling down to gently squeeze your hips. His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, the tip of his tongue prodding at your lips. You parted them, letting him in and he tasted you, rubbing his tongue against yours before swirling it around. You felt a zap pass through your core, arousal gathering on your entrance now.
He squeezed your hips again before leaning back a little.
"Gotta catch our breath, hm?" he asked in a sultry tone, his eyes darkened as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.
"Mhm." you nodded, clutching at his shoulders a little.
Hyunjin's fingertips softly ran down your inner thighs, making you shiver as he went back up.
You looked down, noticing his erection and you bit your lip. He giggled a little, making you look up at him.
"Usually I'd already be inside you, hm?" he kissed the corners of your lips.
"Yeah, pretty much." you chuckled.
"I wanna keep kissing you, my love." he said, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he held the back of your neck, his other still lingering on your thigh.
"Me too." you said, caressing his upper back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath your palms.
Hyunjin leaned in with a smile, kissing you slowly again until you built up the kiss again, your tongues crashing against each other slowly as you savored the taste of each other.
You couldn't help the little moans escaping your lips, your panties becoming more wet by the second. You throbbed and burned slowly, wanting to feel him closer to you but at the same time enjoying the sensual moment you were in.
You stopped kissing, almost losing track of time, having no idea how long you have been making out.
"I wanna feel how warm you are." Hyunjin bit on your lower lip gently, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet pussy.
"Feel me, beloved." you whispered, gently caressing his back as he touched your thighs.
His fingers made contact with your core through your panties which were soaked at this point.
"Mm, love." Hyunjin's lips pressed against your jaw, kiss after kiss travelling to your neck. You threw your head back with a gasp, concentrating on your breathing and his fingertips just softly running over your clothed pussy.
Your touched his chest, hands sliding down until you got to his erection, your fingers finding his wet head and gently circling it.
"Y/n." his warm breath hit your neck before he licked a long stripe on your skin and gently nipped at it.
"I love you." Hyunjin pressed a kiss under your ear, retracting his hand, in favor of sliding both of them under your shirt and caressing your tummy.
"I love you." you squeezed his length a little, making him moan quietly before you slid your hands to his hips.
He leaned back to smile at you and you kissed him gently as he kept caressing your stomach.
"Can I take it off?" he asked, gripping the end od your shirt and you nodded.
"Of course." you smiled and he pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. His eyes fell down to your chest and your tummy.
"So beautiful." he said, sucking his bottom lip in.
"Yours too." you said and Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction he threw yours.
"Come closer." he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him as he pulled you flush against his body, your chest pressed against his and your cores finally touching. You felt as if your entire body was burning as you both let out a sigh at the little friction.
"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now." Hyunjin said, his cheek on your shoulder as you held each other tightly.
"Me too, sharing this moment with you is beautiful." you said, running your fingertips on his back. Hyunjin shivered a little, holding you tighter and you adjusted on his lap, squirming a little and making him moan into your ear.
"Love." he gripped your hips and moved against you slowly, grinding his entire length against your pussy.
"Jinnie." you matched his movement and started grinding against him gently.
The friction between you was delicious and the way you moved against him slowly, not hurrying to finish and holding back a little made you feel even more aroused than usually. You felt like there were waves of pleasure running through your entire body even though he wasn't even inside you.
"My sweet angel." Hyunjin gently cupped your breasts and you shivered, arching into his hands, still moving your core against his softly.
"Jinnie." you whined a little when his thumbs brushed against your nipples.
"I- I feel close."
"You want a break?" he asked and you nodded.
"Okay." he pecked your lips with a smile before the two of you untagled from each other, stretching a little.
"How are you feeling?" you asked when he gave you a bottle of water.
"Like my entire body is on fire."
"Same." you chuckled.
You decided to eat some fruit, sitting close to each other as you talked for a while, calming down just a little even though the fire still burned inside you, now a bit more dim.
"You wanna continue, angel?" Hyunjin asked after a while.
"Yes. What do you wanna do?"
"I want you to lay down and relax for me." he said, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheek.
"Oh. Okay." you smiled, anticipation building up inside you.
"Get comfy." he caressed your legs, noticing the tension in your body. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting out a long exhale as you melted into the blankets beneath you.
Hyunjin hovered over you, leaning in to press small kisses everywhere on your face before kissing your lips. He tasted sweet like the fruit you just ate and you were so addicted to his lips. He slowly slid off your underwear so now you were completely bare under him.
He kissed your jaw, then your neck slowly, taking his time and lingering after each kiss. You felt his hot breath against your skin the entire time, making you shiver as your fingers curled into the sheets below.
"Love, relax." Hyunjin noticed, brushing his fingertips over your hands.
"Sorry." you whined, biting on your lip and relaxing again.
"It's okay." he reassured you, his fingers dancing on your sides. He scooted down a little, leaning in to press kisses on your stomach, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he looked at you.
"You're so sweet, my darling." Hyunjin murmured against you as he kept kissing you. You fell into sort of a trance, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere, coming up to your breasts. His lips continued worshipping your supple flesh, avoiding your nipples at the beginning, making you shake with arousal and need. He gave you only two soft kisses on each bud, leaving you yearning for more.
"Hyun..." you breathed out, blinking your eyes open and seeing that he grabbed the coconut oil used for massage.
"Shh, I got you love. Just stay relaxed like that for me." he cooed at you, caressing your face. You closed your eyes and soon felt the oil drizzle on your abdomen. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Hyunjin who smiled at you sweetly as he started gently spreading the oil on your skin, his fingers warming you up, right above your core, teasing, loving.
"Focus on your breathing." he reminded you as you got worked up immediately, it felt so good.
You focused on taking deep breaths, amplifying the feeling of his warm hands on you as he gently massaged you, his hands sliding up to your ribs and between your breasts. You fell into another trance as he kept gently running his hands on your body, before he poured some more coconut oil in his palms and softly grabbed your breasts, massaging the flesh.
"Look at my hands, beloved. Look at them worshipping your beautiful body." Hyunjin said and your eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping your lips when you saw the intense but loving look in his eyes, focused only on you, like you were the only thing that existed in the world.
You looked down at his beautiful hands, ones you loved, ones that held you, touched you, gave you comfort, brought your pleasure and painted masterpieces. You felt the urge to kiss and lick at his fingers but held it in, knowing soon he'll be the one receiving all the worship.
"Breathe." he saw you getting worked up.
You took a few deep breaths, feeling yourself getting incredibly wet, probably even dripping on the sheets and you wanted to press your legs together and rub them just to feel a little relief.
"Ah." you whined when Hyunjin started slowly circling around your nipples before pressing his thumbs gently into them and then moving up and down, left and right. Your eyes rolled back, your pussy clenching as you felt so sensitive to everything he was doing to you.
Hyunjin smiled at the state of you, lightly pinching your nipples before circling them again.
"H-Hyunjin." you moaned, feeling like you could cum just from that stimulation.
"Darling." he pinched your nipples again, and you whined, your legs twitching, pressing against his thighs where he kneeled between yours.
"Kiss me." you needed something, anything and Hyunjin obliged, pressing his sweet plump lips against yours, engulfing all the little moans slipping out of you as he kept stimulating your sensitive nipples.
You were so sure you were about to cum from only that when Hyunjin retracted his hands, grabbing a little cloth and cleaning his fingers from the coconut oil. He observed you with a little smile as you stared up at him.
"I need you, Jinnie." you whimpered, trying to close your legs.
"I know." he said, prying your legs open gently, his hands on your inner thighs. "I know, angel."
He leaned down, pressing his lips on your inner thigh as his eyes fell on your core. You felt exposed, a wave of embarrassment washing over you but Hyunjin smiled.
"You're so wet, my love." he whispered, closer to your pussy before he touched your clit ever so gently with his thumb, and that was enough for you to jolt and moan. You've never felt this sensitive before, surprising yourself at the electrifying feeling running through you while he only brushed against your nub.
"So sensitive huh?" he smirked a little, gently running the pad of his thumb up and down.
"Y-yes." you moaned out, your toes curling at the feeling.
"Ready to receive pleasure." he noted, biting on his lip harshly as he circled your clit. You were dripping more and more, your eyes falling down to see his erection straining against his boxers. He followed your eyes and looked down.
"Don't worry. Right now it's about you." Hyunjin reassured you.
"But I wanna see." you breathed out when he dipped his fingers down to gather your wetness and gently smear it all over your aching cunt.
"As you wish, beloved." he retracted his hand for a moment only to get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and dripping as it slapped against his abdomen.
"Fuck." you groaned, so needy for him. "Touch me more."
Hyunjin didn't need to be told twice, his hand was back between your legs as he started massaging your clit, applying different pressures and movements, making you moan loudly as your legs trembled. You were close again.
"Hyunjin! I'm gonna cum." you whined, fisting the sheets and he stopped, his hands on your inner thighs, caressing you as you shivered.
"Breathe for me." he hovered above you, trying to get you to match his deep breaths.
He kissed you lovingly until you calmed down a little before he made his way between your legs.
"Can I taste you?" he asked and you nodded frantically, you were still burning up like never before.
Hyunjin leaned in immediately, his plump lips pressed against your lower ones. You whined, your breath hitched before you relaxed against his lips, kissing your clit and your wet pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue in your clit, circling it and making your toes curl again. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. He ran his tongue down through your slit, gathering your juices and swallowing them.
"So sweet, my angel." he muttered against you before prodding at you with his tongue, pushing it in, your warm pussy welcoming him.
"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hand finding the back of his head as you caressed him.
"Hyunjin." you repeated as he gently fucked you with his tongue. "I love you." you felt it in the deepest corners of your being, the love for your man.
"I love you so much, my angel." Hyunjin smiled as you touched his face before he dove back in to kiss and suck at your sensitive clit.
Pretty soon, you were trembling against his mouth, messy with your arousal and his spit and he moaned into you when his dick accidentally brushed against the sheets.
He leaned back suddenly, blinking.
"You okay?" you asked.
"I feel like if you touched me right now, I'd cum." he breathed hard, licking around his lips.
"Do you need a break?" you asked.
"No, not yet. You?"
"Maybe just some water." you swallowed and Hyunjin nodded, the two of you hydrating and then exchanging a few sweet kisses.
"You wanna lay down now?" you asked him and he giggled, becoming giddy.
"Yes." he answered and you changed your positions, Hyunjin getting comfy on the blankets as you hovered over him. You took a moment to admire him laid before you, vulnerable and naked, ready to receive your touch and your love.
"Beautiful." you whispered and Hyunjin smiled, his cute dimples showing as his eyes filled up with so much love. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing his knuckles and he smiled as he looked at you.
"I love your hands so much." you said and he chuckled.
"So you've told me before." he licked at his lip as you started pressing lingering kisses into his fingertips.
"I love them because they can be the most gentle and the most rough, whichever I need." you licked at his middle finger, making him shiver as he stared at you in a trance.
"Y/n." Hyunjin breathed out when gently sucked on his middle finger. "Mm." his body was already trembling, arching into you. You kissed his hand, his palm, his fingertips again and again, looking at the little puddle of pre-cum forming on his navel.
You released his hands after some time, placing yours on his chest and gently running them up and down, slowly moving to his shoulders, his arms, squeezing his biceps then back to his chest where you slid your thumb over his nipples. Hyunjin shivered every time you did that, his body trembling under your touch, his cock twitching and leaking.
He enjoyed having your attention only on him, your touch purposeful as you slid your hands up to his neck, he threw his head back letting you hold him. The way he looked at you in that moment, as if he was giving his entire life to you made you throb, more arousal gathering on your pussy.
"Sweet lover." you whispered, sliding your hands down to his inner thighs full of love bites you had left on them, marking him as yours. You gently touched him, massaging his flesh, fingertips close to his core every time you went up.
"Ah. Yes." he moaned as you touched him. You wanted to hear more, to see more, you wanted to make him feel so good. Your hands were now gently massaging around his cock, closer and closer to where he yearned for you.
You bit on your lip as you gently cupped his balls and Hyunjin let out a desperate moan, trembling under your touch.
"Remember to breathe." you echoed his words and he nodded quickly, his brows furrowed as he breathed deeply, your hand massaging his balls. You put your other hand on his cheek, and he looked at you with a small smile as you smoothed out his eyebrows.
"Relax for me." you cooed at him and he relaxed into the blankets, giving into your touch. His cock kept twitching as you massaged him, pressing your fingertips to his inner thighs, then around his member, then back to cupping his balls and lightly tugging on them.
"Fuck." Hyunjin gasped a little when you gathered the pre-cum that had been dripping on his navel and wrapped your fingers around his tip.
"Oh god." he let out a breath, looking down at your hand as you started circling your fingers all around the head, smearing his pre-cum and running your thumb over his slit.
You were getting even more wet, clenching at the feeling of him in your hand, so warm, so heavy, so wet, just for you. You wrapped your hand around him and started moving it slowly up and down, flicking your wrist at the tip.
"Ah, it feel so good!" Hyunjin whimpered before you wrapped your other hand around him, giving him more stimulation as you moved, squeezed and touched.
"W-wait, I don't wanna cum yet." he stuttered after a few minutes, his cock twitching harshly in your palms.
"Okay." you released him, gently touching his abdomen. You've never seen him so hard and you've never wanted him more, to feel him inside you, to be connected with him.
"Just breathe." you smiled at him, kissing him gently. Hyunjin placed his hand at the back of your head and held you as he pushed his tongue in and massaged yours with it.
You leaned back to catch your breath, trying to align your heartbeats again. You leaned in to kiss his neck and Hyunjin whimpered quietly, throwing his head back to give you access. You gently kissed his skin, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent as you went lower and lower, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach until you got to his cock.
"Y/n." he gasped, his thighs trembling when you pressed a kiss to his tip then ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.
"Keep going, please." Hyunjin needed you, he always did. You licked a long slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a few kisses on the way and making him lose his mind. You wrapped your lips around the head and lightly sucked.
Hyunjin let out a guttural moan, twitching against you as you took him in.
"Baby." he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You took your time, enjoying the feeling of his heaviness on your tongue, how warm he was, how he throbbed harder the more you slid down, leaking into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum driving you wild, waking up something primal inside you.
You wrapped your hand around the base and slid down as much as you could, gagging lightly around him as you cupped his balls with your other hand again.
"Ah, shit!" Hyunjin's hips jerked, his hand gripping at your hair and you sucked on him a few more moments before releasing.
"I was so close. So close." he panted and you giggled, wiping away the spit on your lips.
"You wanna take a break?" you asked and he nodded, pulling you down to lay next to him.
Your arms wrapped around each other as you threw your leg over his thighs, your hand sliding up and down his arm and shoulder while Hyunjin caressed your head and played with your hair.
You basked in each other's warmth and presence in the comfortable silence for a while before Hyunjin kissed your forehead, making you look up at him.
"How do you feel?" you asked, caressing his face and he nuzzled into your touch.
"Wonderful. Loved." he kissed your palm before smiling at you again.
"I wanna suggest something." you said, sitting up and he leaned up on his elbows and looked at you.
"Of course."
"I always wanted to try... cockwarming you." you said, feeling a little shy as you looked away, your cheeks burning. Hyunjin twitched at your words, his eyes fluttering and hands squeezing and curling into fists.
"Yes. Yes. I'd love that." he said and you looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, don't be shy now." he chuckled, sitting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.
"You know I'm all yours, my love." he kissed your cheek, nosing against your skin.
"I'm all yours too, beloved."
"I know." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you sweetly. His hand reached between your legs and you pressed your thigh against his, opening up to let him touch you. His fingers slid against your wet entrance, up and down, tapping against your clit and making you whimper on his lips while he kissed you.
You reached down to touch his stomach, fingertips playing with his happy trail as he circled your clit. You let your hand slide lower as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly and making him shiver. Hyunjin let out a grunt, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your neck as he pressed his fingertips on your entrance. You leaned into his touch and he took that as a sign to slowly push two of his fingers inside you.
He slid in easily, your pussy clenching around his fingers and sucking them in, you were aching to be filled up for some time now. Neither of you said anything, just enjoyed the moment as both of your hands moved slowly, you spread the pre-cum down his length, giving him languid strokes and he matched your pace, pumping his fingers deep inside you, looking for that sweet spot.
You moaned loudly when he found it, his thumb pressing against your clit while his fingers rubbed your spot.
"Hyun..." you whimpered, squeezing his cock a little and making him bite into your shoulder.
"My love." he sighed then, licking over the bite and kissing it as he felt you getting wetter on his fingers, the thought of finally being inside your warmth made his mind spin.
You were close again, it was just a matter of moments for you to cum, you were so desperate at this point, you were barely holding back at this point. Hyunjin felt you clenching harder around him so he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.
"Need you, Jinnie. Need you so much." your hands squeezed at his sides and he pulled you into his lap.
"Shh, it's okay, just wrap your legs around me." he said, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing the tip against your wet pussy. You bit on your lip, your legs wrapped around him as he guided you down on his length slowly, making you feel every inch of him. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling, your senses heightened as he filled you up perfectly, fitting snuggly inside you.
"So warm." Hyunjin muttered, mouthing at your neck again. You clenched around him, arching your back, your nipples grazing against his skin.
He let out a breath as you slid your hands on his back, shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands gently squeezing the supple flesh on your bottom, massaging you.
"Hyunjin. I feel so full." you moaned. "You feel so good inside me." you added, touching the back of his neck.
"My angel. Always ready to take me and make me feel good. I love being inside you. Connected with you." Hyunjin spoke against your skin, lips travelling down to capture your nipple, gently sucking on it.
"Mm." your head started spinning instantly when he sucked a little harder, one of his hands coming up to play with your other breast.
You enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, him inside you while he worshipped your breasts and you caressed his hair, your eyes closed in bliss. There was really nothing else in this moment except you and him. You felt as if your souls were connected, not just your bodies and the thought of so much love between you made you want to burst.
You took his face in your hands and guided his lips to yours, kissing him passionately and lovingly. You squirmed on top of him, pressing your chest against his, both of you getting more desperate.
"Are we gonna break the rules if we make love now?" you asked, kissing the corner of his lips.
"There are no rules. We do what we feel like doing." Hyunjin said with a smile as you kissed the beauty marks on his face.
"Okay." you nodded, embracing him and the two of you stood like that for a few moments before you leaned back.
"I want you to make love to me." you whispered and Hyunjin let out a loving giggle, helping you get off him and move down onto the sheets.
"Gladly." he whispered, pushing you knees up as he positioned himself and slid back inside you easily, filling you up completely.
You moaned in unison as he caged you in with his arms, his body almost completely covering yours. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his backside. Hyunjin groaned and started fucking you with slow and languid movements.
"I don't think I will last long." he chuckled, his entire face and neck red.
"Me either." you clutched at this back while his hands cradled your head, caressing your hair as he looked at you with eyes full of love and lust.
"I love you, y/n. I wanna be with you forever. In every lifetime, just you and me." Hyunjin talked as he rocked into you slowly, dragging against your clit deliciously and creating perfect friction.
"I love you, Jinnie. Wanna be yours forever, too." you were losing your mind, maybe you were already gone as you nails dug into his flesh without you even realizing. It started from your toes curling and travelled up your legs, making your thighs quiver and then it spread like a fire inside your abdomen, fluttering through your stomach, somehow making your nipples harden even more, goosebumps rising on your skin.
"Hyunjin, I'm cumming." you whimpered and he groaned loudly.
"Me too." he whimpered. "Cum with me, my love."
He was shivering above you, his body on edge like yours, the love between you bursting as the coil finally snapped, feeling like a tidal wave crashing against every part of your body and pouring out of your core all around his length, you exploded, your ears ringing and entire body shaking as you kept cumming for what felt like a whole minute, your pussy clenching around Hyunjin's hardness.
He was stunned by the way you came, adding onto the emotions swirling and building up inside him as he moaned your name repeatedly like a prayer, twitching and exploding inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up endlessly. Hyunjin kept rocking his hips into you, chasing that feeling, the wave that crashed over both of you, prolonging the orgasm as much as you could.
"Oh my god." you breathed hard as he collapsed on top of you. You felt like you went blind for a second, your ears ringing and your throat dry.
"Wow." Hyunjin squeezed your hand as he came down too.
You were in bliss.
He slowly looked up at you after a while, the sweetest smile adorning his face.
"That was... beautiful." he said and you nodded quickly.
"I can't feel my legs, honestly." you said and Hyunjin chuckled.
"I can't feel my dick." he added and you laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder.
"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, lifting up to move the hair that got stuck on your sweaty face.
"As much as I love you." you answered and he bit on his lip with a chuckle.
"Happy four years, my love." Hyunjin said, kissing you gently.
"Happy four years, Jinnie." you smiled against his lips. "We should buy Kkami a treat to thank him."
"Oh yes. He did bring me to you." Hyunjin smiled, sliding out of you slowly and then wrapping his arms around you.
You shivered a little and he brought you closer to his warm body, pulling a blanket over the two of you.
"Let's stay like this for a while." he whispered and you nodded, burying your face in his neck, his arms your safe place.
Time and space disappeared around you, the world outside didn't exist, only your hearts vibrating together with a love that would last forever.
Tags: fluff, first meeting, first kiss, strangers to lovers
Summary: When the power goes out while you’re in an ATM vestibule, you come to realize you’re stuck inside until the police come to open the door. But there’s one problem, you don’t speak a lick of Korean, and the man inside doesn’t seem to speak an ounce of English.
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A/N: Please note that sentences that are Italicized are meant to be in Korean and sentences that are regular text are in English.
‘How are you?’ - English
‘I’m fine thank you, and you?’ - Korean
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Luck was not on your side today.
It’s not like you’re an unlucky person as a whole, no, that’s not it. Today was just one of those days that when you say ‘How could this get any worse?’, the universe takes it as a challenge.
Perhaps you should’ve just kept your mouth shut after you spilled coffee on your blouse this morning. But, you’ve always been such a ‘glass-half-full’ sort of person that you tried to take every inconvenience in stride. Everyone has their limit, though.
Before you came here on a business trip, you had heard about the Korean Monsoon season.
Everyone and their mother told you about how much it would pour, how it would feel like the skies suddenly opened up. But, you didn’t take anyone’s warning seriously. You would wave them off with a scoff.
“It’s just rain,” you thought. “How bad could it be?”
You’re eating those words now as you run through the streets in your nice, newly-soaked, professional heels. Your slacks are sticking to your legs, making the fabric ten times heavier. With your bag held over your head, you look around frantically for the bank.
It doesn’t help that it’s close to 10 PM and visibility is already horrible at this time. Yes, you should have gone earlier, but you were distracted!
Where is it? Where is it?
There!
You spot the glass doors and practically sprint up to them, grab the handle, and rip the door open.
A giant sigh of relief comes out of your lips as you step inside the tiny vestibule.
The only other man inside the place jumps a bit at your noise. He glances over his shoulder at you, but immediately turns back to what he’s doing at the ATM. You pay him no mind as you shake the rainwater off of your bag.
It’s after hours at the bank, meaning the only thing open and available is one ATM inside the room between the bank itself and the streets of Seoul.
Soft beeping comes from the ATM as the other man presses a few buttons. There’s an umbrella on the floor at his feet.
After brushing the water off your jacket, you bring your bag in front of you and start fishing out your card. Countless items inside your bag are now completely soaked.
Ugh, there goes all those business cards you collected at the meeting. Most of the ink is bleeding off the cardstock. Maybe, if you try really hard, you can make out the phone numbers on the cards.
Is that a 6 or an 8?
Or maybe the email addresses will be easier to understand. Surely, it just their names and their company’s–
There’s a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by a booming clap of thunder at the same time the lights in the ATM vestibule flicker and go out completely.
You fight the yelp that bubbles in your throat. The man in front of you seems to lose the fight against his reactions and lets out a tiny yip.
His shoulders come up and he seems to bristle like a cat.
“You’re kidding,” you mumble, looking up at the lights. It was almost pitch black inside now, save for the tiny emergency lights that kick on on either side of the glowing Exit sign.
The man lets out a grumble and a sigh.
You look over and see that the ATM has completely shut off. Figures.
The storm must’ve triggered some sort of power outage. Great. Now you’ll have to find some other ATM.
Why, oh why, did the restaurant that your boss wanted to take you to tomorrow morning have to be cash only?
Whatever, there should be a bank a few blocks from here.
Your heels click on the tile as you make your way to the door. When you grab the handle and pull, it doesn’t budge.
There’s a beat.
You try again, really putting your back into it this time.
“Am I stupid or what?” you whisper to yourself, trying the other door and pulling equally as hard.
“They’re not going to open,” the man behind you says. “The fail-safe locks probably kicked in once the power went out. It’s a security measure.”
You turn around and look at him with a blank look on your face. “Oh, ah, um… s-sorry, no… no Korean.”
The man blinks at you. “You don’t speak Korean?”
You blink right back at him. “Um…” All you can do is shake your head with wide eyes and a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry,” you repeat.
Another series of blinks are exchanged.
“No… Korean?” he asks slowly. His English sounds so unsure.
You nod. “No… no Korean.”
A tiny, exasperated sigh comes from his lips and he looks around, as if anything inside this tiny little room would be able to help him communicate with you. Meanwhile, you turn back to the door and give it another sharp tug to no avail.
“No,” he says firmly, drawing your attention back to him. He motions down to the door handles and then shakes his head.
“No?” you repeat, a bit confused.
“No.”
Honestly, the primitive conversation between the two of you would be somewhat laughable if you didn’t feel frustrated beyond belief.
“Why?” you ask, becoming annoyed. Obviously, he knows something that you don’t.
The man blinks at you and shifts around nervously on his feet. His hands motion around as he tries to conjure up a sentence in English. “N… No. Closed?... Closed.” He nods, saying the word rather confidently.
Yes, you know the door is closed. But, why?
After a second, he sees that whatever he said evidently isn’t good enough, so he points back to the ATM, to the light that is now off due to no power, and then to the locks. You follow his pointing and the cogs in your brain start turning slowly.
“Fail-safe locks,” you state and then finally release the door handles.
“Fail… Fail-safe locks,” he repeats slowly. “Fail-safe locks.”
“Fail-safe locks?” you parrot his Korean back to him and he nods.
A small hum comes from your chest and you take a step back from the door finally. “How long do you think–” you cut yourself off when you look over at him. The man is staring at you, not following a word you’re saying.
Your hand comes up and you brush some wet hair off your forehead and then scratch the back of your head as a nervous tick. There’s no point in even asking the question, he won’t be able to understand anything you’re saying.
If you were in his shoes, you’d probably be a bit annoyed too. But at the same time, he’s already been kinder than most would be in this situation.
He’s locked in an ATM vestibule with someone who doesn’t speak the same language as him– in his own country. He’s been more than kind. Most people would just wave you off and forget trying to communicate at all.
But here he was, talking slowly and making sure you can understand what he’s saying. He’s going so far as to point around the room to make sure you understand.
The man notices you give up and he lets out a tiny sigh, turning to then peer out the glass doors at the streets of Seoul. There’s basically no one out there, everyone has taken shelter from the squall.
“We’ll have to wait until the police come to open the door.” He pats at his pockets, searching for his phone.
Even with how terrible your Korean is, you still pick up on a few words. “Police?” A beat. “Police?”
“Yes,” he answers in English, taking his phone out and tapping the screen a few times before holding it up to his ear. The man continues to look through the glass doors, watching all the different cars drive by, none of them police cars.
You decide to turn around, walking around the tiny room.
All of the lights are off except for the emergency lights. They cast a dull glow through the entirety of the vestibule. There's barely enough light to see from one side of the room to the other.
Rain starts hammering against the glass as the man speaks into his phone. “Yes, hi, hello. I am currently trapped with another woman inside the ATM vestibule of Metrobank Seoul… Namdaemunno… Yes, that one.”
Your ears perk up when he mentions the name of the bank and the address. Ah, he must have called the police. His face pulls into a slightly annoyed look, but he doesn’t speak with a hint of it through the phone, at least, not that you’re really able to tell.
The man says a few more words into the phone before he hangs up with a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and then down his face in an exasperated fashion before turning to look at you. His mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it and he grimaces even more.
Your own features pull into a sympathetic expression and you look away, slightly embarrassed. Should you have learned more of the language before coming here? Absolutely. But at the same time, you didn’t have much time to prepare once you were told you had to travel here for business.
He shuffles from foot to foot and looks around, shoving his hands in his pockets and desperately trying to remember every English class he took in school.
“Police…” he says slowly, thinking through every word he wants to try and say. “Police are… busy.”
“Busy?”
“Yes. Busy. Busy with… car…” He brings both of his hands together and claps and then makes an explosion noise with his hands.
“A car accident?”
He snaps his fingers and points to you, as if you’re a team during a game of charades.
“Car accident,” he says in Korean.
“Car accident,” you repeat and he nods.
Despite the reality of the situation, you smile. The humor in all of this does not escape you. You decide to try and meet him halfway, even with your butchered pronunciation.
“Police… time… long?” Your head cocks to the side and you point to your watch. He shakes his head and shrugs in exaggerated movements.
Scoffing, you roll your eyes. The accident was that bad, huh? No wonder the power went out then, the car must have smashed into electrical lines after that loud clap of thunder. This probably means all of the traffic lights and such are out too.
The police are most likely directing traffic and making sure no one gets injured; two idiots stranded in an ATM vestibule are the least of their concerns. Honestly, you can’t be in a safer place. Well, unless this guy is a murderer, but you haven’t gotten a harsh vibe yet.
You sigh and lean against the wall near the corner across from the ATM. Your body slides down to the floor and you stare straight ahead. It seems like you’re going to be in here for a while then.
The man takes one last look outside the doors before walking in your direction. He leans against the adjacent wall and takes a seat on the floor with you. His shoes almost touch the side of yours. It’s at this time that you let yourself take a moment to really look at him.
He has to be around your age; older than a college graduate but younger than someone settled into their career. Something that definitely doesn’t escape your attention is how… pretty he is. His skin is near perfect and so is his hair. Everything, down to the clothes he’s wearing, is absolutely flawless– and he’s only in sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie!
Next to him, especially in your current drowned rat state, you probably look like something worse than a hot mess. You quickly comb your hair off your forehead once more and pull at your soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin.
The man’s lips purse for a moment and he opens his mouth as if to say something, then promptly stops, opting for a grumble of frustration.
After a moment, an idea flickers through your mind and you hold up one finger to him to say ‘one moment’. You reach down into your pocket for your phone and take it out, tapping at a few screens and bringing up the Translate app.
‘What’s your name?’ you type into the phone and it immediately translates it into Korean below it. You turn your phone around and hold it up to him.
The man looks at you, then your phone, and his eyes light up. If you’re not mistaken, you even see a little bit of relief flash over his features. A tiny smirk pulls at one corner of his lips before he looks back at you.
“Minho,” he answers and motions to you.
“Y/N,” you reply. “Nice to meet you, Minho.” You hold your hand out for a handshake.
Minho looks at your hand and his smirk gets wider before he grabs your hand and shakes it gently. The skin on his palm is so soft. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
After shaking his hand, you bring your phone back up to your face and type another sentence into the translate app.
‘I’m very sorry for not knowing Korean, I’m here on business.’
Minho looks at your phone, reading the statement before shaking his head and pulling out his own phone. He types away and then holds it up for you to read.
‘No need to apologize. With my line of work, my English should be better. It’s a very hard language to learn.’
A little laugh huffs from your nose and you nod and type.
‘Try learning Korean.’
Minho laughs with you and his smirk grows into a playful smile. Jesus Christ, this man is gorgeous. He looks down and taps a bit on his phone and then he holds it up to you. With the way his smirk pulls at his lips, it almost reminds you of a devious little cat.
‘I could tell you were a foreigner when you first came into the bank.’
Your eyebrow raises. “Oh, really?”
He’s chuckling when he brings his phone back to type more and then hold it up for you to read.
‘You don’t have an umbrella.’
Laughter leaves your lips when you read that and your head tilts back to rest against the wall. The wetness from your clothes is beginning to seep into your bones. Plus, the feeling of the fabric sticking to your skin is starting to become overstimulating.
But, you try and keep it together. You don’t really have another option at the moment.
You type a message back to Minho.
‘People tried to warn me about the Monsoon Season. As you can see, I didn’t listen.’
He reads your message and sucks his teeth with a smirk. Minho shakes his head and motions to the glass doors, as if to say ‘Look!’.
“I know, I know!” you laugh and look outside at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky. Puddles have turned into small ravines flowing down the sides of the road. Any car that passes by creates a huge splash as they pass through them.
Every once in a while, the sky will light up and thunder will follow it quickly.
Minho laughs with you. “Next time… you listen.” He nudges your leg with his foot.
You look over at him. “I will, trust me.”
A long look is shared between the two of you. There’s this tiny nagging feeling at the back of your mind, it’s that same feeling you get when you see someone in public that you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe he just has one of those faces?
No, you definitely haven’t met him before. You would remember if he was someone you shook hands with in the last few days. A man that gorgeous would never slip under your radar, you’re certain.
Minho stares back at you, eyes flitting about at your soaking wet hair matting to your skin. It looks like his one hand twitches for a moment and then he shifts in his seat.
Back to the app.
The two of you type away on your phones and hold them up at the same time with the exact same question on them.
‘What do you do for work?’
‘What do you do for work?’
Again, the two of you let out little huffs of laughter and he motions to you as if to tell you to go first.
So you do, you type down on your phone a little answer for him.
‘Right now, I’m only the assistant to a CEO for a huge company. Wherever he goes, I go. I write all his contracts; everything he does goes through me first. I’m more of an administrator than an assistant, though.’
Minho reads your answer carefully and then types out a small response with a tiny crease in between his brows.
‘Why do you say ‘right now’?’
A sad smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone to type out a response.
‘I studied hard and have a Mathematics degree. But no matter where I apply, they say I don’t have enough experience. Back in America, the job market is absolutely horrible. So, I’m stuck.’
Minho’s eyes scan through your message and a frown pulls at his lips. He looks back up at you, meeting your eyes and then back to your phone before he begins to type his own message.
Your silent communication warms your heart a little bit. The glow from his phone lights up his features and you study him carefully. His teeth poke out from his top lip– it’s absolutely adorable.
He seems to think for a long moment before his thumbs fly over his screen.
Rain is coming down in sheets outside the door, it’s the only other sound inside the room besides the light clicking of the haptics on his phone.
You reach back and once more run your fingers through your hair– it seems to be drying now, but not in a good way. The humidity of the rain is apparent in the way it's starting to frizz up.
Minho turns his phone around after a moment of typing.
‘I’ve heard about how hard it is to get a job in America, I’m very sorry it’s so unfair. For what it’s worth, I think there’s nothing wrong with the job you have now. Hard work is hard work no matter if it's an assistant or a scientist.’
His words strike a chord within your heart, they tug at your chest and at the corner of your lips which twitch into a wistful smile on your face.
“Thank you,” you say to him in Korean, looking directly into his eyes. Minho smiles back at you when he hears it.
“You are welcome,” he answers in English.
His smile seems so warm for a stranger. He looks at you as if you’re an old friend, not like a woman, still soaking wet from the rain, sitting on the floor with him inside an ATM vestibule. He’s so genuine.
After a few seconds of just looking at him, you bring your phone up to type once more.
‘Your turn. What do you do?’
Minho stares at your phone for a long time, seemingly reading the sentence over and over again. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth and he seems to weigh something in his mind.
His brown eyes flick to yours, then back to the phone, then back to you again before he looks down at his phone.
You never realized how much just body language alone can convey.
He types slower, his thumbs not moving as quickly as before. Why does he seem so apprehensive?
Eventually, he turns the phone around.
‘I’m an idol.’
“Oh,” you say softly. Your shoulders shrug a bit and you cock your head to the side. “Like a K-pop idol?”
Minho nods in response. “Stray Kids.”
The name rings a bell, it’s just one you’ve heard floating around for a few months now. You think one of your friends is into them, but you can’t remember. She’s into so many different groups, it’s hard to keep track anymore.
You type in your phone.
‘I’ve heard the name before. Weren’t you guys at the MET Gala?’
With a breathy chuckle, he nods. A smile spreads across your face.
‘Wow, I’m trapped in a room with a celebrity then. You know, people write stories like this.’
Your joke definitely lands because he snorts a huff of laughter as you type on your phone a little bit more after that.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t take pictures and post them all over Twitter or anything. This will just be a funny story for me to tell my friends when I get back home to America.’
“Thank you,” Minho says softly with genuine gratitude in his voice. God, you can’t even imagine what it’s like being an idol. There probably wasn’t a single place he felt safe going to anymore. There are always cameras just waiting to take his picture.
‘When do you go back to America?’
‘In a few days. My boss loves to extend his business trips at the last minute. So, I could be here three more days or seven more days. It’s very hard to pack to come on these trips.’
A bittersweet expression settles on his handsome face.
You think for a long moment before typing away at your phone and showing it to him.
‘Have you ever been to New Jersey? That’s the state I’m from.’
Minho’s lips purse as he thinks for a long few moments. Very slowly, he nods, almost unsure. He types in his phone, then thinks for a moment, then types again.
‘I think we’ve been there twice. Is Newark in New Jersey?’
Excitedly, you nod. “Yes, that’s up in North Jersey!” You’re so excited that you forget to type down on your phone. “Oh!” you say with a laugh, looking back down at your phone.
‘Yes, that’s in the northern part of the state, about an hour or so from my hometown. I grew up in the central region, right on the beach. It only takes ten minutes to get to the beach from my house.’
Minho’s smile widens and he looks at you with a slightly envious look in his eyes. You giggle in response.
‘Two other members love the beach, but they’re from Australia.’
‘Australian beaches are probably not that different from American beaches. But I’ve never been to Australia. Have you?’
Minho nods and you see him close his translation app and switch over to his camera roll. His fingers quickly begin scrolling up through the countless amount of photos he has on his phone.
Not wanting to invade his privacy, you look away from his phone and out the doors in the vestibule once more. Not a single soul is walking– or running– along the sidewalks anymore.
Due to the power outage, there’s not even street lights illuminating in the puddles, it’s almost eerie looking. But, surprisingly, you don’t feel uneasy at all. Especially not with Minho sitting at your side.
Said man hums to get your attention, shuffling closer to you, and you look down at his phone. The picture is absolutely gorgeous.
It’s a photo of the beach, you’re assuming in Australia. The red sun is peeking above the horizon and painting the sky a beautiful wash of reds, pinks, and purples, all of the colors melting into one another. The clouds are wispy and glow in the morning sun.
The ocean seems so beautifully blue, even the foam at the crash of the waves is beautiful.
In front of the ocean is a gaggle of boys, it looks like there’s about seven of them. Each of them have bright, beautiful smiles on their faces reaching their eyes.
You’ve never been able to feel joy radiating from a photo like this, it seems to be contagious since you find a smile pulling at your own lips.
“This photo is beautiful,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of it.
Minho hums, maybe he understood what you said. His thumb moves and he scrolls to the next picture where two of the boys have taken one of the others by his legs and arms and seem to be pretending to toss him into the surf.
A soft giggle comes from your lips and you find yourself leaning towards him a bit to get a better look at the photo. Truly, you didn’t even notice your shoulders brushing against each other, and by his lack of reaction, it seems Minho didn’t either.
“Friends?” you ask him in your choppy Korean.
Minho looks over at you, his face closer to you than before. His eyes widen a bit at your proximity, but he doesn’t back up at all.
“Family,” he corrects you in his soft English.
An even warmer feeling spreads through your chest and you look back down at the photo. They must be his band members, but they just look so much closer than that. It reminds you of all of your friends back home.
Before you can even think twice, you’re opening your own camera roll, scrolling through an endless sea of memories before finding one specific morning you woke up to go watch the sunrise on the beach.
A tiny, awe-struck noise comes from Minho when he looks down at it.
“Sunrise,” you say and then think for a moment. You’re not sure of the Korean you want to say. “Favorite… time.”
He’s so patient when you speak, it absolutely melts your heart. There’s a different air about his softness with you too. He’s not treating you like a child just learning how to speak, no, he’s just being… nice. He’s being sweet and genuine and it speaks volumes about his character.
“Sunrise,” he says in Korean.
“Sunrise,” you repeat, looking up at him. His eyes were already trained on your face by the time you looked up. A tiny dusting of pink covers your cheeks. How long has he been looking at you?
A happy smile spreads over his lips, the edges curl up playfully. He nods. “Sunrise. Sunrise.”
“Sunrise.” Your voice says softly once more before looking back down at your phone.
Swiping through a few more pictures, you show him the boardwalk that runs down the beaches by your house. Everything from shops, to amusement park rides, to lemonade and ice cream stands litter the entirety of the shore.
He points down at the ferris wheel and shakes his head. “No,” he says simply.
“No?” you ask with a laugh. “Why not?”
“No… no high,” he shakes his head and motions his hands around to emphasize his point.
“Best picture,” you giggle holding your hand up in the air to emphasize the height aspect, then you’re swiping to the next picture taken from the top of the ferris wheel. This time, it was sunset. “Sunset.”
“Sunset.” A pause. “My… My… favorite time.”
A soft hum bubbles up in your throat. He loves sunset whereas you love sunrise. How cute.
“Sunset is beautiful,” you say slowly. Your eyes are still on your phone when you swipe to another photo.
“Beautiful,” Minho whispers softly.
Humming, you nod. “Yes, beautiful.”
A soft puff of air comes out of his nose and fans out over your cheek. When did he get this close? You look up at him and almost bump his nose with yours.
Minho’s head flinches back a bit at your sudden movement, but he makes no move to get further away from you.
He sighs softly, his eyes flitting all over your face, taking in every one of your features. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
Your eyes widen, that pink blush making its way back to your face. You can’t even help the tiny, giddy giggle that bubbles in your throat. You look down shyly, biting your bottom lip.
Tender, gentle fingers lift your chin back up. Truly, you didn’t notice how cold your skin was until his warm touch spread on your skin.
Is this really happening?
A shiver races down your spine and a soft shudder comes out of your lips. Minho’s eyes look down at your lips and then down at your arm where goosebumps begin to raise.
He pulls away gently, making your brows furrow. Did you do something wrong? Maybe you misread his–
He’s shrugging off his hoodie.
Oh, he thinks you're cold.
Before you can even think to tell him you’re okay, he’s pulling your shoulder forward a bit so he can drape it over your back, bundling you up in such a pleasant, soft warmth. With small, fussy movements, he’s closing the hoodie around your body.
Perhaps you didn’t even notice how cold you were until you were suddenly surrounded in a warmth that can be compared to the fuzziest blanket you own. Not to mention the absolutely delightful scent that wafts upwards into your nose from the fabric.
It’s such a clean, cozy, calming scent. It’s like you buried your nose into the Mahogany Teakwood candle at Bath and Body Works.
Your eyes stay trained on his face while he bundles you up tightly. His hands gently grab your arms and rub up and down a few times to create even more warmth.
“Better,” he murmurs, finally looking up to meet your eyes.
How is it that a stranger has wormed himself into your heart like this? His tender gaze makes your soul feel calm, like those pictures of the morning surf under the sunrise.
“Thank you,” you whisper back to him. Your hands come up to grab at the hoodie, curling into the fabric.
Minho smiles back at you, you can see how his smile grows as he watches you relax into his clothing. There’s no space between your shoulders as you rest against adjacent walls, your two bodies have melted into the corner.
There’s a clap of thunder outside, but neither of you move. Your feet shuffle on the floor as you bring your knees closer to your chest. His legs adjust around yours, feeding them under your bent knees and tangling your limbs up further.
It’s so hard to break Minho’s eye contact, but you do it slowly, looking down at your phone and opening up the translate app once more. His soft breathing hits your cheek with every exhale.
‘You’re too nice to a stranger.’
Minho hums, almost in agreement. He picks up his phone and types back.
‘I’m usually not.’
You read the statement and then look at him, your head cocked to the side. Your brows furrow in confusion, but he types more before you can even ask another question.
‘I don’t know why I feel drawn to you.’
The text looks right back at you. Your heart flutters in your chest and you know that your cheeks get redder and redder by the second. Still, you can’t contain the giddy laugh that makes its way past your lips.
You bite the inside of your cheek to try and hide the smile, but it only makes Minho smile wider. His hand slowly comes up towards your cheek. Right before he’s able to make contact, he stops, hovering over your skin and gazing into your eyes.
A silent question is asked through his eyes. It’s a language that you don’t need any sort of app for. An answer is communicated right back.
Soft, tender warmth spreads over your cheek, radiating all throughout your body in the most gentle glow. His thumb caresses over your cheek bone, swiping gentle strokes back and forth.
You feel the same as him, that’s the strange part. There’s something so alluring about him that you just can’t put your finger on it. He’s pulling you in like a magnet and you don’t even want to fight against it.
There’s so many words sitting on the tip of your tongue, but you know that each and every one of them would fall on deaf ears. Nothing that you can say in the moment would make sense to him.
Exhales are shared and mingled together in the minimal space between your faces,
“Beautiful,” he whispers for your ears only. Not like there’s anyone else to hear it except the ATM sitting dormant in the corner of the vestibule. Not even the mice in the walls would have been able to hear his murmur.
Love at first sight was something you always gawked and scoffed at. You always thought that it was such a Hallmark invention, that there was no way you would be able to just look at someone once and immediately fall head over heels for them.
But here you were, sitting on a dirty floor, feeling your heart beating faster and faster in your chest. Letting your face be cradled by a man you didn’t know two hours ago. By the man who patiently worked with you to communicate.
How is this even possible?
You can count on one hand the amount of things you know about one another.
Minho, who is a famous idol in Korea, who loves sunset and hates heights, who has the most expressive brown eyes you’ve ever seen.
Minho, who did whatever he could just to talk to you when he could have just as easily sat in silence on the other side of the vestibule.
His hand slowly drags down your cheek, each finger gliding down your skin towards your jawline to lift under your chin.
Another silent question passes through both of you in the one language you seem to both be fluent in.
Your eyes flick down to his lips and he hears you loud and clear.
Minho leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch. But, despite how soft the kiss is, heat spreads through your body in a grand wave, rushing through your fingertips and into your toes.
The first press is long and sweet, the two of you simply melting into the sensation of being locked together.
He pulls away only for a moment, his eyes gazing down at your lips before he swoops in again, this time his movements a bit quicker.
His hand returns to your cheek, guiding your head to tilt to the side to gain better access to your lips.
A soft sigh leaves your nose and your own hand travels up to grab at his shirt gently, just needing to hold onto him in any way possible.
Minho responds to your sigh, his lips moving a bit faster against yours. Both of your lips part and close, moving like mirror images of one another. Every few kisses, your noses brush against one another, but it doesn’t deter you from your actions at all.
Slowly, your hand travels from his shirt up to his neck, running up the side of his flushed skin. He feels feverish to the touch and it only spurs you on to keep moving. At the contact on his own body, Minho lets out a tiny grunt against your lips, his kisses stutter for a moment but he’s back to kissing you after just a moment.
Up, up, up, your hand travels over his moving jaw, to his cheek, then moving back to thread in his soft, brown trusses of hair. God, everything about him is just so perfect. It’s like you’re combing your fingers through the softest of cotton.
His kisses are getting deeper, little sighs come from both of your mouths as the passion continues on. Minho’s body turns towards yours a bit more, his knees canting up and almost forcing your legs onto his lap.
Tentatively, you feel his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking gently at your lower lip. You don’t even hesitate to give him access to your mouth. A gentle moan claws its way up your throat as his tongue licks into your mouth.
The hand on your cheek grips you a bit tighter, holding your face to his– as if you would want to try and move away from Minho and his addicting kisses.
“I just can’t help it,” he whispers in Korean against your spit, soaked lips before capturing them once more. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”
All you catch is your name and it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t even need to know what else he said, his tone says it all. The way it comes out in a breathy exhale is enough to send your mind reeling.
“Please,” you murmur into his mouth before he presses his lips to yours once more with the same amount of passion and need in his actions.
More and more rain hits the glass doors, becoming the only sound that can be heard in the room except for your shared exhales, pants, and breathy moans.
Slowly, the kisses begin to calm down. Minho pulls away for a moment to take a long breath. His thumb moves to brush against your lower lip like a butterfly landing on a flower.
His eyes open just a crack, gazing down at your mouth with a hazy look in his eye. As he slowly catches his breath, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing along the heated skin on your face.
“Forgive me, I didn’t do things in order,” he whispers. “I should’ve taken you out first.”
Your eyes open and you look at him in confusion. “Hm?”
His jaw clenches before he swallows and he takes another long moment to look over your face, his features soft and welcoming.
There’s some movement as his other hand blindly pats around his lap for his phone. He can’t physically tear himself away from you long enough to even look down.
Another tiny laugh comes from your lips.
Your fingers move out of his hair to come around and gently run over his features, brushing against his jawline, to then trace up to his lips and up the length of his nose, memorizing each and every detail.
Minho melts into your touch, his face moving closer to your touch, seeking you out.
His hand finally finds his phone and he grabs it blindly, flipping it around in his lap and tearing his gaze away from your face to glance down at it.
Thumbs are flying across the screen to type at his translate app. He’s typing so quickly on his phone that you can't help but laugh a bit.
Before he’s able to turn the phone around, there are a few sharp knocks against the glass of the vestibule. The two of you practically jump out of your skin and your heads whip over to the doors.
Red and blue lights are flashing outside and it looks like two police officers are standing outside, peering in at you both. They wave when they see they’ve caught your attention.
Minho looks at the police officers, then to you, then back to the officers, and then back to you once more. His mouth opens and closes a few times and he tries to form a few words but you’re untangling your limbs from one another.
In a moment, you’re both on your feet as the officers work on unlocking the doors from the outside.
Minho gently grabs at your arm and you look down where he’s touching and your heart sinks a little. His eyes look a little questioning and desperate.
“Oh,” you say sadly. You shrug off his jacket, and hand it back to him. Minho’s eyebrows pull together and his lips part. He looks down at the jacket and then up at you.
“No,” he says firmly.
“Are you two alright?” The police officer calls inside in Korean.
“We’re okay,” Minho responds without breaking eye contact with you. He puts a hand on his jacket still dangling over your arm and pushes it back towards you.
“Minho?” you ask, looking at him and then at the officer approaching you both.
“We apologize for the delay, but we knew you two were safe, so we had to prioritize,” the officer says.
You blink at him blankly for a moment before then looking back at Minho.
“She’s a foreigner,” he says to the officer, finally looking away from you. “She doesn’t know Korean.”
“Ah,” the officer responds. “My apologies. You can tell her that she’s free to go.” He nods at the two of you and motions towards the door. You take his hint and slowly begin follow him.
Once again, Minho tugs on your arm and you pause, turning around to look at him. He’s holding his phone up to your face with a pleading look in his eye.
‘Can I please buy you a drink?’
A wide smile spreads across your cheeks and you can’t deny the relief that you feel inside your chest. The moment your lips twitch upwards, Minho immediately mirrors it.
“Yes,” you respond. “I love to go.”
He chuckles at your choppy Korean once more before taking his jacket out of your hands and wrapping you inside it once more. This time, he grabs the hood and pulls it up over your head.
With a satisfied hum, he nods and laces your fingers together.
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