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✩ mark x reader | pro baseball player!mark | fluff | smut | 8.4k
SUMMARY | your world is shaken up (literally) when you meet the handsome man guilty of the accidental baseball smack to your head. after a comforting meet-cute and realization that he’s the city’s ace pitcher, you two go on a date. and by the end of the night, mark thinks he’s falling for you faster than any pitch he’s thrown before.
WARNINGS | sexual content (near the end), arm riding (iykyk), breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, piv sex, some drinking // this is 80% fluff-20% smut (with lots of corny writing); there's actually not too much baseball mentioned, but i did a little research on it; however, inaccuracies may be inevitable!
RATING | mature
AUTHOR'S NOTE | i am sorry this is so late </3 i hope y'all enjoy! please also check out (and maybe send in some prompts to) @nctpromptmeme!
TAGLIST | @curieouscapt @dearlyminhyung @infnteen
Under the warm, summer sun, you beam as you walk towards your close friend, Chenle, and his dog, Daegal.
Shining back, he nods in hello to you with sunglasses pressed against his face. The teacup Bichon by his side wags its tail and pants happily at the sight of you, but is easily distracted the next second due to the park’s stimulating surroundings.
Dogs running amok, families having picnics, kids chasing each other in circles, friends playing baseball—
Specifically, a group of absolutely stunning men playing, as if a model catalogue exploded onto the field across from you.
But one in particular catches your eye.
Kind eyes shine behind wire-framed glasses, paired with a wide smile. His soft hair bounces with his light jog across the area.
In his fitted white tee, he ends up in one spot and continuously throws the ball into his mitt. The game seems to be on hold as he speaks to a teammate. Absentmindedly, he rolls his arm sleeves up, revealing lean, yet defined muscles.
You silently gasp, struck by the beautiful sight, then gulp at the flexing of his biceps when he continues tossing the ball. His teammate must’ve told him a joke since the attractive figure throws his head back in joy.
And this is the exact moment you go into cardiac arrest because his laugh is the last straw of what you can handle from this man.
Suddenly, the sound of your name shakes you out of your daze and reminds you to breathe.
“Okay, which one of these guys is the one who made you do a full stop in the middle of the grass?” Chenle asks, coming up beside you.
Daegal welcomes you with loving rubs against your leg. You squat to pet her, but your eyes are still honed in on the handsome stranger. The teams seems to be switching now when someone hands the bespectacled man a bat.
Your friend tracks your line of sight and nods, impressed. “Okay, he’s cute. Your distractedness will be excused this time.”
Scoffing, you shove his leg lightly and he giggles in return. After a few more moments of gawking, Chenle wonders, “Why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere?”
Standing up, you reply, “Probably comes here often with his friends when you walk Daegal?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I feel like I know him from somewhere else...”
Deciding you should probably drag your attention away and not be a blatant creep, you begin to walk away backwards, heading towards the ice cream cart before the line-up becomes as long as the field.
“Want your usual?”
“Yes, please!”
However, Chenle’s brightness fades instantly, jaw falling and eyes widening. You’re about to turn around to see what caused his change of expression when you hear a piercing—
“WATCH OUT!”
With a throbbing in your head, you wake up, squinting at the blinding rays. Coming into view, the cute guy from before replaces the sun’s spot, staring down at you with concern written all over his face.
“Oh, my God,” he pants. His hands shake in front of him. “I am so, so, so, so sorry.”
You roll your eyes a bit, trying to center your vision. Groaning, you ask, “What happened?”
“I, uh...” The individual’s mouth, slightly open with gritted teeth, pulls to one side as he runs a hand through his hair, “may have batted the ball and it coincidentally went straight for your head.”
Carefully, he helps lift your upper body off the ground. He asks if you’re okay, and you nod. But a grimace comes after, causing the stranger’s frown to deepen.
“Maybe we should get you to the hospital. You might have a concussion.”
All of a sudden, he inches closer and gingerly runs his thumb over the source of the throbbing. It’s likely all in your mind, but you swear the pain lessens from his touch. You tilt your head further, angling into his palm and embracing the comforting gesture.
“I’ll obviously cover all the bills—”
You cut him off with a slow lift of your hand. “No. I’m okay, I’m okay.”
You know you’ll definitely be more than okay if you can steal some more time with his magical touch.
Continuing, you say, “And that’s too much. If anything, you can buy some ice cream for me and my friend.”
Glancing around for Chenle, you find him, crouching like the stranger, but a few feet away. With a raised corner of his mouth, you deduce he’s deliberately giving space for you to interact with Mr. Handsome Baseball Hitter.
Said handsome baseball hitter chuckles. Hearing it tugs at your chest, even harder now that you can experience it up close.
“I’ll buy you a thousand ice creams to make it up to you.” He retreats his hand and you don't hold back pouting from the fleeting contact you already miss. “But seriously, if there’s any long-term side effects, please reach out to me and I’ll pay for any expenses that come your way.”
“How would I know how to reach out to you?”
He rambles the following matter-of-factly, “Well, you can find my manager’s information online, there’s the team’s Twitter account”—he looks up cutely in thought—“and I guess I’ve been kinda active on Instagram—”
You tilt your head in confusion. What is this guy going on about?
“Okay,” you interrupt, “but who are you?”
His face flips through a few emotions in the span of seconds, but they’re unreadable. Finally landing on a grin, he says, “I think what’s more important is: do you know who you are?”
“Yeah, I’m—” And you properly introduce yourself.
“Good,” he says, “so we’re not dealing with amnesia.”
Your cheeks rise at his humour. Saying your name warmly, he adds, “Nice to meet you, I’m Mark.”
He lends out a hand for you to shake and you do so. With help from his knees, he rises upward, aiding you to stand on your feet in the process.
“Mark,” you repeat his name aloud, locking eyes with him, “the baseball batter with the strength of a thousand suns.”
At the odd line, you catch yourself, thinking how the injury must’ve loosened your filter. He laughs at the lengthy label. “You should see me pitch.”
You shake your head. “Nu-uh, nope,” you playfully say. “I’m going to be safe and stay far, far away from that sexy arm.”
Both you and Mark’s eyebrows rise at the remark.
Yep, definitely a loose filter. Maybe you really do have a concussion.
While Mark breaks out into a pleased smile, you snap your eyes shut, wanting to run away. Or disappear, if at all possible. “Strong, strong. I meant strong...”
Avoiding eye contact, you hurry and make way to a now standing Chenle. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind, you grumble, “Chenle, let’s get going.”
Your friend smirks and whispers by your side, “You sure you don’t want to dig your grave even further?” You attempt to elbow him, but he’s too quick and avoids it.
“It was nice meeting you, Mark,” you call out over your shoulder as you walk away. “Thanks for looking out for... my head?”
Cringe falls over, making you pick up your pace. Time to officially stop talking.
Chenle turns away, his body shaking as he releases a snicker into his fist.
“Again, I’m really, really sorry!” Mark apologizes in a shout. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and also recognize his voice as the one who warned you to watch out before the incident occurred. “If you need to find me, I’ll be here over the next couple of weekends!”
When you’re far away enough from the scene of the crime, you smack Chenle in the arm. In response, Daegal chirps a bark at you. “You just had to watch me make a complete fool out of myself back there.”
He lovingly places an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “I mean, Daegal’s great and all, but if anyone has any entertainment value out of the three of us here, it’s going to be you.”
You groan at his harsh, yet true, words.
“Your head good though?”
You note how the throbbing is barely there anymore. Touching the spot, you wince. At most, there’s likely just a bruise. “Yeah, it’s good.”
In a hopeful tone, Chenle sing-songs, “Think you wanna come to the park again with me next weekend?”
Reflecting on what Mark said, you ponder if he really meant it about coming to find him if anything was wrong. Even though everything would likely be fine, you’d love to see him again.
But how could you face him after the disaster of your mouth running free? You shake your head in defeat.
On Monday night, the next evening, your phone goes off right as you enter your apartment building. You drag your phone out, eyebrows furrowing at the notification that Chenle’s calling you. When was the last time he’s called you?
Actually, you’re fairly sure he’s never called you. Ever. You pick it up without hesitation.
“Hey, everything okay?”
“Find a TV playing the baseball game,” Chenle pants. “Right now.”
Out of all the things he could call you for, this is what he’s asking you to do? He’s not even into baseball; basketball is the sport he adores to death. “What?”
“Do it,” he orders. “Now!”
“Okay, okay.”
Thankful you haven’t gone up to your apartment yet, you stride over to the little in-house gym in your building near the front entrance. You haven’t used it much since you moved in, but you recall that the TVs usually play either sports or news.
And you remember right, except at the moment, the baseball game is the only event plastered on the screens. Most people in the room are fixated on the game while they’re doing their set or on their respective cardio machine.
“Okay...” you trail in uncertainty. A pitcher from your city’s team throws the ball and the batter misses. The camera cuts to the batter from the opposing team, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why must I need to watch the baseball game so ba—”
The camera’s now on Mark’s face.
The same Mark from the neighbourhood park yesterday, sans the glasses, and in proper baseball gear.
He’s on live, national television, playing baseball in front of the crowd of tens of thousands of people.
From a side angle, all eyes are on him as he tips his cap forward. His eyes mold into slits of concentration, his sharp jaw tightening after a lick of his lips. Sure, he’s different from yesterday’s care-free self, but you’d be lying if you said this serious side of him didn’t turn you on either.
Again, the camera cuts away, to the wide shot from behind him. Besides his great body (especially his gorgeous backside in those snug pants), you revel in the back of his white and dark green trimmed jersey, indicating his last name and his assigned number: Lee. 02.
He winds up for the pitch, raising his leg, and the ball is gone within a blink of an eye, landing directly into the catcher’s glove. The number 98 comes up near a rectangle on-screen, signifying the speed of his throw.
Mark wasn’t lying about his skills; he’s the pitcher with the strength of a thousand suns.
All the screens are filled with Player #02’s glimmer of a smirk, before he quickly stashes it away behind his cap. The camera lingers on him while the commentators in the background talk.
“A great put-out pitch for Lee,” one says. “His fastballs this season have been absolutely remarkable. Another great one from him.”
Cameras switch to another shot of Mark catching the ball, resetting once more for the next batter.
Another commentator supplements, “Aside from the slight hiccup earlier this season, he’s definitely on-track in making his mark on his debut in the league. A rookie ace indeed. It’s no wonder they’ve been calling him ‘The Tiger!’”
Understanding dawns upon you as to why he stated how easy it would be to contact him (and to be able to pay for any potential hospital bills). The city’s new star pitcher—how could you not know him?
“I knew he looked familiar!” Chenle pipes up from the other end, just as Mark’s nice figure takes up the screen once more. Awe and shock consume your voice, and you’re unable to create a coherent reply.
But you don’t need to, not when you have Chenle to talk your ear off about the game, but mostly Mark, for the rest of the night.
The week passes by, with you casually going through Mark’s Instagram (which, as he mentioned, he only occasionally posts on) and watching a few more of Mark’s games with Chenle in tow.
You fawn together over his plays (and his ass) and, despite not knowing much about the game, he must be having a great week from the commentators’ constant praises and the team’s overall wins.
Once Sunday finally arrives though, a wave of nervous anticipation rolls over you.
Because for you, it’s game time.
Sure, you may not have initially wanted to, but now that you know who Mark is, what is there to lose if you step up to the plate and see him again?
The scene of the park is quite similar to last week’s, except for the large presence of people staring at the men, many you recognize from the city’s team from all the games you’ve watched this week, playing baseball on the field. You wonder if you were too caught up with Mark last week because you didn’t notice how everyone else was this enraptured too.
As you stroll closer to the grassy area with Chenle and Daegal hovering behind, the players coincidentally take a breather. Some parents quickly take advantage of the break to bring their children up to receive autographs.
This is perfect timing for you too.
However, you stop in place, debating if this was a good idea to return. You’re surely going to make a fool out of yourself again (this time with no injury to blame) and Chenle, despite his promise of not interfering, will totally budge in and—
And it’s too late to backpedal, because Mark, although distracted by the little cluster of people surrounding him, lifts his head momentarily and his gaze lands directly on you.
Air seizes in your lungs when he flashes you a grin that could compete with the sun. He gives a small nod and wave. Like a star struck fangirl, you glance around to ensure he’s not gifting that nod and wave to anyone else.
But no, you’re not mistaken—his eyes are only on you.
Saying his thanks to his assumed fans, he jogs his way over to you, attired today in a fitted grey-mixed tee, ripped denim jeans, and thicker framed glasses compared to last time.
“Hey,” Mark says, still grinning beautifully. “How’s your head feeling?”
His smile is incredibly infectious. It’s a challenge not to do the same when you’re in the presence of this man. “Better. Had some bruising, but it’s all gone now.”
He nods in response, mumbling a “Good, good” under his breath. With his face turned away, he swipes some hair behind his ear and seems to be preparing himself to say something. But, you will yourself to address the elephant in the room first.
“So, why didn’t you tell me that you were in the major leagues?”
At the unexpected question, Mark darts his head up and draws it back in surprise, his lips pouting adorably. Your heart bursts.
Contrasting his cuteness, you notice the hint of stubble around his mouth. First the pout, now this. You’re captivated by it more than you should be.
He chuckles and lifts a shoulder. “Well, you didn’t ask.”
“I did,” you laugh. “I asked who you were!”
After looking up in thought for a moment, he concedes. “Okay, maybe you did.”
You two laugh in unison, and even when the moment is over, both of you stare into each other's eyes. Time’s filled with comfortable silence and equally comfortable smiles.
Mark breaks the silence, asking, “Are you still wanting to stay safe and far away from my sexy arm?”
“Oh, my God...” you groan, hating to hear the same words that left your mouth from last week.
“No,” he says through another burst of laughter, “it’s a genuine question.”
“I meant to say strong!” you argue petulantly. “I was just a little out of it from the hit, no thanks to you.”
“I know, I know,” he giggles. “I’m genuinely wondering though, cause...” Mark pauses and begins to fidget, this time rubbing the nape of his neck.
You tilt your head, intrigued. “Cause what?”
“Cause, I was, uh, wondering,” he says, eyes averting yours. “Since I owe you for your head injury—”
“You don’t owe me anything—”
“And I know it’s a long shot cause you’re absolutely gorgeous and you’re probably taken—”
This time, you draw your head back in surprise over the compliment and the grand assumption that you’re off the market.
“—but did you wanna go out with me sometime?” His hand moves through his hair before he shyly looks at you again. “Maybe?”
Before you can even process what's happening you hear a "Yes!" behind you, causing you to jolt upright. “Yes, she will absolutely go on a date with you!”
“Chenle!” you gasp, appalled but not surprised, in the direction of your close friend as he nears your side. You face Mark again and gesture in the direction of the incoming intruder. “Don’t mind him.”
As per his charming self, your friend holds out a hand. “Hi, I’m Chenle. Your newest number one fan. Great plays this week, by the way.”
“Mark.” He takes the hand to shake, giving him a small smile. “And thanks.”
Mark’s eyes wander down and notices the dog wagging its tail excitedly. His face lights up. “Aw, who’s this cute little guy?”
“Daegal,” Chenle answers. “She’s my little handful, besides this one.” he says, jerking his head in your direction. Mark's too focused on Daegal to see you slapping her owner in the arm.
Squatting down, he pets the lively dog. You follow suit and crouch down too, watching Daegal gift Mark tons of licks and enthusiastically rubs herself against his hands and arms. She’s never this delighted with strangers usually.
“What do you think, Daegal?” Mark asks, holding eye contact with her as if she could reply, then he glances over at you. “Do you think your friend should go out with me?”
Immediately, she barks happily, causing all three of you to laugh.
“Good girl,” Chenle whispers from above.
Although you pucker your lips playfully at Daegal’s betrayal, you reach out to pet her fondly along with Mark.
“But how will you guarantee my safety from your strong arm?” Your stare lingers on them. Not that he has to know, but you had to make a conscious effort to not say sexy once more.
“I promise I won’t be tossing any more of my balls in your direction,” Mark casually says.
After a pause, your eyebrows raise and his eyes widen.
“Wait, I mean—shit...” he hisses, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Your lips twitch, suppressing a laugh and finding him adorable.
“I know what you mean,” you quickly say, relieving him of his embarrassment.
He shyly glances up at you and you share a comforting look. Suddenly, someone from the field hollers his name. With a small frown, he begins to walk in reverse away from you.
“I probably should get back, but now that you know how to get in touch, message me on Instagram and we can figure out a time that works for our date?”
“Yes, definitely!”
Incredulously, you look up at Chenle for answering on your behalf.
“For sure, Mark,” you say. “Have a great game.” With the way he plays, you know he will.
Chenle and you wave your good-byes to him and watch him retreat to his friends.
“You do know that I'm the one he asked out, right?” you ask as the three of you begin to walk towards to the park's popular ice cream cart, except you're more vigilant this time.
Your friend grabs out cash, ready to pay for your order. Or at least you hope so, for all the trouble he caused.
“Yes, and that's why I will live vicariously through you!”
After messaging him over the last week (with Chenle hovering over your shoulder and backseat driving many of the messages), Thursday really couldn't come fast enough for your date with Mark.
As you step out of your apartment complex, your jaw drops and an impressed smile fills your face.
In a green bomber, black tee, and skinny jeans, Mark coolly pulls up on a red Ducati motorbike. You recall seeing a post or two on his Instagram with it, but it takes you by surprise to see it in-person.
He takes off his helmet and runs fingers through his hair, attempting to ruffle out the messiness. You're a little envious of how good he looks, even with messy hair.
Your date takes in your outfit—an off-the-shoulder floral dress that teeters the lines of being cute and sexy simultaneously—and beams.
“Wow,” he says, mouth agape. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” you say, then make an over-the-top attempt to check him out. “You don't look so bad yourself.”
After a moment of shared smiles, he tilts his head towards his mode of transportation. “Hope this isn't too daunting.”
You shake your head. “Not at all.”
As Mark helps you with your helmet, now that you're up-close, you notice he's clean-shaven, unlike the other times you've seen him, and you presume he opted for contacts for tonight.
You also can't help but relish in the proximity of his hands near your face, flashing previously to the first time you met only a couple of weeks ago.
Once he's done, you ready yourself for the ride by wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, holding onto him snugly.
He twists around with his visor open.
“Ready?”
You respond with a squeeze around his waist and a nod, so he closes his visor and you're off through the nightscape of the city.
Everything passes by in a blur, but when there are the occasional moments when he slows down or stops at the red lights, you drink in how beautiful your city is.
On the other hand, you're dying to know what Mark planned for tonight. He gave you a vague idea—dinner, a small post-dinner activity (no balls involved, Mark promised), and dessert—but that's all.
In a nicer part of the city, he stops and parks in front of a bumbling Italian restaurant.
Once inside, Mark gives his name to the greeter, stating how he has a reservation, and a sweet host immediately leads you to your table. As you walk through the restaurant, you admire its warm atmosphere with dim lights and candles spread everywhere, along with the many other couples eating their dinner.
The host stops in front of a secluded semi-circular plush booth. You shimmy in, and Mark follows. Both of you sit comfortably close near the middle of the booth.
Despite how much you have been talking through DMs over the last week, as first dates often go, conversation is awkward at first.
However, as dinner progresses and the extravagant wine (Mark insisted, “Only the best for my date, please.”) makes its way through your systems, it gets easier.
You learn more about his family, his team, and his love for reading. For him, he learns about your friends, your job vs. dreams constant conflict, and your love for music.
The easiness also goes beyond words. Underneath the table, your legs brush up against one another's. You throw your head back in laughter, and you bravely touch his forearm in response. Mark even leans in close to your body, sometimes the edge of your shoulders gently pressing into the other.
By the end of dinner, being the gentleman he is, Mark doesn't even let you glance at the check and pays it all without hesitation. Then, you're outside and on his motorbike again, off to the mysterious post-dinner activity.
When he reaches a particular end of town where there isn't much around except one place, you have an inkling where you're about to go.
Once you're there and parked, your hunch is answered correctly, but you realize something.
“Isn't the aquarium closed at this hour?”
He shrugs nonchalantly and begins to usher you forward with a hand lingering at your lower back. Whispering into your ear, he says, “I may have booked it privately for tonight.”
As you walk through, Mark and you stick to each other's side, shoulder to shoulder, and switch between revealing more about yourselves while reading and conversing about the informational signs on the aquatic creatures.
Both of you stop in front of the main showcase of the aquarium: the large tank that houses two beluga whales.
Mark leans in a bit closer to the tank, catches sight of one of them in a corner, and points it out to you. As he straightens, you feel the back of your hand brush up against his.
“You’re quite the romantic,” you state while glancing at the tank, almost as low as a whisper. Even with nobody around, there's something so serene about the aquarium that makes you want to be respectfully quiet. "Does everyone get this first-date, first-class experience from you?”
“Only the girls who get hit on the head by me,” he teases in a whisper, making you softly chuckle.
After a moment passes as you watch the tank, hoping and waiting for the beluga whales to move to where you're standing, Mark asks, “Would it be surprising to say I don’t go on dates as often as you think?”
Your eyes dart toward him, but you quickly keep your gaze fixated back on the tank. You nod. “A little.”
He hums, followed by a lengthy sigh. You can sense a shift in him. You hear how it's laced with sadness, maybe even a little regret.
“I’ve been working so hard to get to this point and of course being drafted’s been so worth it, but it also meant that I had to sacrifice some things along the way. But now that I’m finally here”—you feel his gaze now directed on you—“I definitely can rearrange my time for other things.”
Your breathing slows as you turn to face him.
Courageously, Mark intertwines his hand with yours and his free one raises, caressing the bare skin of your upper arm. The contact makes you gasp and hold your breath.
He drags himself forward, as do you, and his hand is about to cup your face...
Until the two belugas are now your front-row audience, glancing at you as if they were smiling.
You both chuckle softly and give them a wave, not wanting to lose this rare chance of seeing them this close.
And although the special moment has passed, you two finish off the marine life tour with your hand in his.
Once outside, Mark leads you somewhere nearby. After about ten minutes of walking, you're standing on a large cliff with a scenic view of the city. You've never seen the city from this height before, and all its twinkling lights and the starry sky beckon you.
An ice cream truck is also coincidentally there, and you assume Mark booked it for your date tonight.
You two grab your waffle cone orders and sit down on a wooden bench that overlooks the view.
“So,” you say, licking the cone on its side to avoid the ice cream from dripping down your hand, “does this go towards the debt of you hitting my head?”
“Of course,” he nods with his signature smile, doing the same as you and trying to avoid his sweet treat from melting. “It'll be one ice cream out of the many future thousands.”
The implication that there’ll be more than just this date hangs in the night air, almost as if it's a promise, and you really hope it'll be true.
At the very least, it feels true as you peer over your city, leaning your head onto Mark's shoulder while he casually drapes an arm around you.
Getting off the motorcycle, Mark walks you to the front door of your place and you don't even think twice about asking if he wants to come in. He says yes a little too enthusiastically, making you giggle, but it confirms that neither of you want the night to come to an end just yet.
Mark hangs his jacket as you grab beers from the fridge. Both of you make talk for some time on your couch, but the energy in the room is buzzing, especially since the almost-kiss.
The second you gravitate towards Mark, he rushes to wrap an arm around your waist and his free hand cups your face, dragging you in for the first kiss that's been itching to happen.
His lips are dangerously soft, addictive really. You swear he tastes like cherry (could be from the food earlier or maybe a lip balm flavour, you wonder).
It's a slow, yet deep, start. In the beginning, the kissing is with intent, wanting to know what each other tastes like. Naturally, the curiosity evolves into exploration, with Mark cautiously dipping his tongue into your mouth. You react with zeal, swiping your tongue against his and even experiment sucking on it. He shudders at the sensation.
Mark holds you close throughout, but your bodies move into a new position, letting you sink comfortably into your couch beneath him.
Here, passion rises. He grips your waist, whilst his body presses into yours, and he begins to trail down your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Although it's already off your shoulders, he drags a sleeve of your dress further down, hungry to kiss as much of your bare skin as he possibly can.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and you arch into him, embracing his clear desire against you. You're falling and falling and falling, becoming more drunk with every touch and kiss from Mark. Ever since the first day you met, you couldn't help but yearn for his touch. Now, having a taste of him like this, you're desperate to experience more.
Although you're underneath him, you decide to take hold of the kissing. When he takes a breather for an instant, you steal the chance and fervently kiss along his jaw and rugged neck. Mark moans, gripping your waist harder, and grinds into you, his hardness dying to be free.
Shockingly, he suddenly tears away, sitting up and panting. Confused, you mirror him.
“Should we stop?” he asks. “Like, I know I might be being presumptuous, but I don’t wanna ruin our potential next date if we rush too soon?”
It melts your heart that he retracted because he's concerned over your potential future. You delicately rearrange some of his loose hair stuck to his forehead. “If you want to stop, we can.”
He pouts, reminding you of him previously at the park, followed by a cute whimper.
“But I don’t want to stop...” he laugh-smiles, leaning into you, about to drive his mouth into yours again.
“Neither do I.”
And with that, Mark makes the split-second decision to continue this good thing and not look back. Once again, he's leaving love upon your shoulders, at a measured pace currently, and he carefully lowers your dress. Drooping off your shoulders, you let it drop and bunch around your stomach.
Surprise is written on his face, as you didn't wear a bra underneath your dress, but the surprise quickly dissipates into enthrallment over the beautiful sight.
He lowers himself, mouth traversing across your chest while his free hand gently massages one of your breasts. You succumb to the rising pleasure, curving into him again.
When he arrives at one tip of yours, he looks up and asks, his voice low and gravelly, “Can I...?”
You whimper-nod, already on the verge of begging him to take the next step.
It kills you that he teases first, merely pecking the surrounding area and your tip; his mouth leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your patience grows thin.
“Mark, please, just—”
Air is depleted as his tongue swipes against your nipple in a broad stroke. He then wraps his mouth around it, sucking firmly. The other hand that was kneading your other breast turns to focus on your nipple, pinching it between his index finger and thumb.
The more he sucks, the more you hear the wet puckering of his lips, the more it makes you clench tighter. Bliss begins to boil in your abdomen when he flicks his tongue and mimics the same on your other tit with the pad of his thumb.
Your breathing grows heavier, and you sense you're close, but Mark abruptly stops. You're about to speak up, believing he'd be the type to finish you off if you ask, until you realize he's kneeling on the floor in front of you and stripping off his t-shirt.
With your help, Mark eases your dress to the floor and places it safely on the coffee table. Focusing on you, his gaze is dripping of lust—so carnal, so different than his regular self.
As Mark advances to your heat, your palms graze over his defined shoulders and back. He parts your legs further with his hands wrapped around your inner thigh.
“Wearing panties?” he inquires, his finger pulling the fabric a bit to the side.
“Huh?”
“No bra, but panties?” he smirks, making you realize the joke.
You roll your eyes and relax momentarily, leaning your head back. “Are you into that? No panties underneath?”
“Could be hot,” he shrugs, tugging your underwear to your calves and tossing them off to the side.
“Maybe one date I can do th-ah—”
Without warning, he dives in, one his hands now grasping you by your lower back, and you lurch forward to get a good view of his head between your legs. You've got a grip on his shoulder, the other tugging at his hair.
His tongue laps at your folds with agility, figures out what you like or don't like. There isn't much you don't like, Mark deduces. Languid licks. Penetrating patterns. Fast flicks.
You respond eagerly to them all with harsh tugs to his hair, notably when he spreads your folds to devour you entirely. The hair pulling hurts a bit, but he doesn't mention anything; he likes it a little rough.
Despite the positive reactions, he can tell you've been at a simmer with his moves, not quite reaching close to a high. He withdraws his mouth, and, through your hazy vision, you catch sight of his honeyed lips.
But your eyes blow wide open and an acute moan dispels as your lover of the night fills you with his fingers, alongside his licking of your clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Following a few more minutes of scissoring and a few sucks to your bundle of nerves, he asks, breathing into your inner thigh, “Does this feel good, gorgeous?”
Your lip is drawn between your teeth, digging so hard from the pleasure you wonder if it'll bleed soon. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good,” he says, kissing your thigh tenderly, “'cause I'm gonna need you to remember how good tonight is so you'll keep coming back for more.”
Not gonna be a problem, you think, but all you could muster is senseless panting.
“You close?”
You can barely release a whimper out to respond, and Mark orders you to tell him when you're near.
It doesn't take long to get there. The warmth in your abdomen encapsulates your body and your hips rut upward frantically, desiring your climax to take authority.
“Mark, Mark, Mark. Fuck, I'm close, I'm—”
Immediately, he stands up, fingers still inside you and somehow impaling you further and faster while his thumb lazily strokes at your clit when possible, and his ardent kiss is the needed catalyst to take you over the brink. Simultaneously, the kiss swallows your bountiful whines.
When you finally come down from your high, you kiss him deeply and feel him through his jeans against you.
“Let's take this to the bedroom, I need to grab—”
“Should I run to the pharmacy to—?”
In tandem, you chuckle over how in sync you are, and tip your perspired foreheads against the other.
Holding his hand, you lead him to your bedroom. You turn on your bedside lamp and gesture to the tissues, so he can clean his hands. You then bound to your bedroom bathroom and fumble around to find your condom packs somewhere in a drawer.
Upon your return, you're graced with the sight of Mark sitting naked on the edge of your bed, stroking himself. You almost salivate.
God, he's bigger than you expected, and that's only one part of his magnificent body. You didn't have the opportunity before to admire his muscular abs, but you take every chance to do so now. The way his arm flexes with each stroke. And those thighs...
“Sorry,” he murmurs and shyly shrinks a bit, in contrast to his lewd action, “hope it's okay that I took my pants off already.”
He really is quite endearing. Maybe even a little perfect.
“There is absolutely nothing to apologize for, Mark.”
You place the condoms onto your bedside table, but are so absorbed with Mark's cock and existence. Entranced, it's your turn to drop to your knees.
Fingers wrap around his cock, and Mark's groans rise. You delve in your enthrallment for a bit, squeezing and stroking to your heart's content until you finally decide to ease him into your mouth.
Your tongue works wonders, tasting the underside of his length with every bob of your head. Meanwhile, his hands lazily thread through your hair and he watches attentively.
More saliva develops and drips, especially when you relax your mouth to let him hit the back of your throat. Obscene slurps accompany his delicate moans, both of which permeate the room in melodious unity.
As his threading develops into tight pulls of your hair, you detract yourself to avoid the night ending right then and there.
Since he's still sitting on the side of the bed, you sit onto his lap with a plan to abate and elongate the tension. You're back to kissing him, allowing both parties' hands to roam each other.
“I love your arms,” you mumble into his mouth as you reach for them.
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I know you love my sexy arms.” You punch him teasingly.
But an idea flickers in your head. You halt your actions.
“This might be weird to ask, but could I...” you trail off, picking at your hands, realizing maybe you shouldn't finish your question.
“Hey,” he whispers, holding your chin in his hand. “You can ask me anything, beautiful.”
You hesitate with closed eyes.
“Could I... ride your arm?”
Peeking a nervous eye open, an evidently puzzled Mark stares back at you.
“I—What? Sure?” His voice raises in octaves.
Embarrassed, you try to wave it off. “Never mind that I asked.”
“No, hey,” he says, his palm caressing the side of your face and angling it towards him. “I'm flattered and obviously, nobody has ever asked to ride my arm before. But if you want to give it a go, by all means, I'm open to it.”
“Yeah?”
Mark gives you the sweetest smile and a reassuring nod. “Yeah.”
Since you suggested it, you lead him to lay on the bed, more in the centre so there'd be enough room for you to sit. He watches you gingerly lift his hand near head-level, as if he's almost flexing to show-off or about to lay his head on his palm.
Carefully, you sit onto his left arm, facing the direction of his body. At the contact, you shudder. “Is this okay?”
He agrees, enticed by your ass near his face and the general exquisiteness of your being. “You can put more weight on it, it's okay.”
You comply, relishing in the pressure of his arm against you. After becoming more comfortable and placing most of your weight to an arm on the bed, you slowly rub yourself upon his arm.
Mark's fascinated by this foreign act, eyes watching your every move. With his free hand, he touches himself.
His favourite part about you riding his arm? The look on your face—fluttering eyes paired with your lip biting—and the fact that you find him this attractive, that using him this way can simply get you off.
“This okay still?” you breathe.
“Fuck yeah.” He squeezes himself harder. He knows the answer to the next question, but he wants to hear it from you directly. “Does it feel good for you?”
You assent with a sharp moan. Without notice, you lick your palm with the intent of reaching over to grab his cock. At first, he's confused when he notices your hand, but he happily lets you handle him.
“Oh, God,” Mark pants.
You fasten your pace on his arm, grinding greedily against him. As you do so, your arm attempts to match the pace for his desire.
“Fuck,” Mark twists his head to look at your hips, tries to focus on how wet you are amidst his own pleasure, “you really do love my arms...”
It's a sweet dream for you—no, sweeter than any dream or fantasy could ever be. This is real, this spectacular sensation spreading all over and it's all thanks to his arm. Your body winds up, tighter and tighter, and you eventually break, chasing your second orgasm of the night.
Cleaning your mess up, you wipe his arm fast, keen on what's about to happen next. You then draw him into your mouth a bit to get him up again before rolling the condom onto him.
Once the rubber is on, you tease him from above, sliding the tip of his cock against your pulsing centre.
Mark may be a gentleman, but a gentleman can only be patient for so long. He seizes his possession and you gasp as he holds you by your hip, forcing you to sit down onto him.
The feeling is heavenly, stretching you sweetly. You bounce on his cock, and the sounds from you two are louder than from before. There's a small voice inside your head, worried about a noise complaint from your neighbours, but future you could deal with that.
Right now, it's all about Mark. He plays with your breasts with every move you make, while you fondle his abs and arms. Both of you try your best to look at one another through the pleasure, but it's difficult when you're floating higher and higher.
He then clasps your lower back and skillfully rises upward with the help of his strong abs. This position provides an angle for him to do all the work to thrust into you, as well as continuing to rub your breasts and even suck on them again.
At this point, you're in absolute state of frenzy, drowning in all the stimulation. Mark's underwater, right there with you too.
He pulls away in the midst of licking your nipple, his eyes going round. Nevertheless, you lean into him, your breasts pressed into his face and your mouth hangs.
Together, you cry each other's names and swear in endless spirals and the bliss finally reaches its peak for the evening.
As Mark lays next to you in your bed, observing your peaceful sleeping state, he's obviously amazed by tonight's events, but he’s also unsure what’s in-store for either of you.
There are so many factors at play with his career, you're both essentially still strangers, the future is unknown...
And yet, despite these worries, the feeling blooming in his chest is more than a blossoming liking. It’s akin to the moment he steps up to plate, either ready to bat or pitch. Nervousness, determination, and...
It’s too early to call it, but when he’s around you, he swears it feels a lot like his love for the game.
He shakes his head, not wanting to jump into the deep end this fast. He doesn't want to ruin this good thing prematurely.
Nevertheless, he places one last kiss atop your forehead before he sleeps, praying you'll be a new constant in his life, at least in the near future.
EPILOGUE — FOUR MONTHS LATER
Today is game four of the World Series and your city has won the previous three. If they continue their streak, tonight will be the night where Mark and his teammates take home the championship.
Hours prior to the big game, the teams are having batting practice beforehand to warm-up.
With your chin perched in your palm, you watch Mark closely—of course, safely from a distance and from behind him—and nod with every ball he hits well at the mound. You're seated in the lower area of the stadium among many of the other team members' families and friends, including a gleeful Chenle.
“Stop checking out your boyfriend's ass,” he orders, nudging you with his shoulder as he tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
“You stop checking out my boyfriend's ass,” you retort, nudging him back.
The two of you continue your little nudging contest until he says, “So when you guys get married—”
“Oh, my God, Chenle...”
“I'm just saying, we all know you two are going to have beautiful little baseball player babies! Anyway, as I was saying, when you guys get married, can Daegal be the ringbearer somehow? She's pretty much the reason why you guys got together in the first place.”
You shake your head, eyes still on your love. “Chenle, we'll have that conversation when and if we get there.”
“When we'll get there,” he states confidently, and you laugh, dismissing him.
Sure, it may have been a fresh relationship only four months in, but you couldn't deny that maybe the idea of marriage wiggled its way through your mind here and there. Despite your thoughts, it wasn't at the forefront; you were happy in love with Mark now, here in the present.
Player #02 hands his bat over to another player and jogs towards you. It makes you wonder why he hasn't done an advertisement with slo-mo running and wind blowing through his hair yet.
“How’d I do?” Mark asks, leaning onto the railing next to you. Chenle gives him two thumbs up with a large grin.
“Awesome," you agree. "Did you think about hitting my head with each ball?”
Mark chuckles and juts his tongue to a side of his mouth. “You’re never going to let me live that down, huh?”
“Never,” you quip, scrunching your nose. You reach out for him and hold the tips of his fingers in yours. “You nervous?”
“Yeah,” he exhales, closing his eyes. “More than usual.”
Your fingers progress forward and your thumbs rub the back of his hands lovingly. “You’ll do amazing, like always.”
“You’re too sweet, babe. But this might be the game and I might—”
You cut him off by cupping his cheek in your palms.
“And you are the Mark ‘The Tiger’ Lee”—you tenderly swipe some of his hair away from his face—“top contender for both the Rookie of the Year and CY Young Award. So no matter what happens, you will come out on top.”
In awe and in a little disbelief with how well-put that was, he stares at you with starry, doe-like eyes. He's so grateful to have met you, to have someone so supportive of him in his life.
After a few moments, he concedes. “I had a pretty great run this season, haven’t I?”
You admire how humble your boyfriend always is. It's one of his greatest traits.
“And you have me,” you add jokingly.
He tilts his head side to side. “I guess there’s that too...”
The two of you share a kiss, innocent at first, until he deepens it and you wrap your arms around his neck, which generates some of his teammates to holler and whistle. Likewise, you hear Chenle screech, "Save it for after the win!" and you swear you feel some popcorn being thrown at your back.
Finally, until you're content, you peel away and press your forehead against his.
“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” you whisper.
Mark nods, a little more confident than before. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“So much,” he punctuates it with a loving squeeze to your shoulder.
You don't think you'll see him before the game starts, so you grant him one last good luck kiss.
You wouldn't know it that night, but by the end of the season, Mark would indeed take home the Rookie of the Year and the CY Young Award, being the youngest recipient of both awards.
That evening though, your city's team works in unbelievable harmony (or maybe the opposing team is having its worst day) because the game is a perfect one. Mark shuts out the other team, not allowing them to have any runs whatsoever...
Thus, sealing his first title of being a World Series champion.
But certainly not without his beloved running out into the field to give him a congratulatory hug and kiss among the sea of people.
And at the end of that night in the confines of your bedroom (after earth-shattering celebratory sex), you would find out that Chenle was right (and later, that he was in on it) when Mark, merely in his boxers, gets on one knee with a little opened box in front of you.
He's visibly shaking, and not because he's half-naked. You've never seen him so unnerved. Your love spills the following in almost one breath:
“I know we just started dating, and we can be engaged for, like, ten years or whatever. I just know that, deep down, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I may have felt this way since our first date. I really, really, really hope you feel the same, even if just a little bit."
Mark takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure for the important question he exhales.
Tears rise in your eyes as an ocean of feelings hit you, but within that ocean, no doubts rise to the surface whatsoever.
All you think about is how you will be forever grateful for the baseball that hit your head on that life-changing day.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, football player!minho 🏈, dry humping, mild exhibitionism (sexual activity in a parked car), pet name ‘baby’ is used for both minho & reader, minho calls reader ‘princess’ once, minho cums in his jeans 🫣
word count: ~1.8k
synopsis: you reward your boyfriend for winning the homecoming game
a/n: saw this edit of minho in the super bowl mv and the thought of football player!minho would not leave my head so i felt called to write this
posted: october 15, 2023
Friday nights were your favorite. That was partly because it was the last day of the school week, so you had the weekend to look forward to. And the other part was because Fridays in autumn were football nights. And that meant you got to sit at the very bottom of the bleachers to watch your boyfriend run back and forth on the football field for a couple hours. You hadn’t really been a fan of sports until you met Minho, but since he was the left tackle for the varsity team at your university, he begged you to go to his practices and games when you were free. Slowly you found yourself enjoying the sport and becoming his very own cheerleader, rooting him on from the sidelines where he would shoot you smiles and winks when he could.
Tonight was the homecoming game, and it was against the rival town’s team, so the pressure was on the home team big time. Minho had been stressing over this game for weeks, constantly putting in extra practice to prepare. You had texted him some words of encouragement and promised to treat him afterwords if he won—but honestly, you would treat him even if he lost. He had replied with a heartfelt emoji and told you where to meet him once the game was over.
It was a tense three hours, but eventually the scores were settled at 17-15. Your team had won, and just barely so. The second the winning touchdown had occurred the home side bleachers erupted in a roaring cheer, you included. Your eyes were already on Minho, easily finding his jersey number among the several guys on the field. He jumped up and down excitedly, slapping and congratulating his teammates as they celebrated their win. Your cheeks were consumed by warmth despite the chill in the air that was nipping at them.
You waited patiently where Minho had told you to meet him, just outside of the fence far enough away from the exit that you wouldn’t get swallowed up by the leaving crowd. You occupied yourself by trying to make out the stars among the pitch-black sky that were hard to see with the blinding field lights on. You were so busy looking up that you didn’t notice your boyfriend approaching until he was scooping you up in his arms and pressing a sweaty kiss to your cheek.
You let out a shriek of surprise, “Oh my God, put me down!” You giggled through your words, but he listened, setting you back down.
When his face came into view, a wide smile took up the bottom half of his face, his eyes scrunching up from it, “Did you see how much ass we kicked out there? I was getting so nervous towards the end, but we pulled through!”
“I had full faith in you,” you grinned, eyes twinkling as you took in his bulky figure, his uniform still on. His already-broad shoulders were exaggerated by the shoulder pads he wore, and the ends of his hair were dripping in sweat. Oddly enough, you found this version of him incredibly sexy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to act on any desires until he cleaned up.
“I’m gonna hit the showers, but you’ll wait for me, right? I wanted to take you to that new diner that opened last week. Chan said they’re open until midnight on Fridays,” Minho clutched onto his helmet at his side, a hopeful look on his face as he awaited your reply.
“Of course, if you wanna give me your keys, I’ll just go wait in the car. I need a heater after sitting in the cold.”
The football player was quick to agree, escorting you to the gym. He dipped into the locker room to grab his keys from his bag. He handed them off to you, but not without giving you a quick kiss. Then you two separated, him going back to the locker room and you going to his car. You instantly felt cozy with the heater on blast along with the heated seats (a luxury your own car didn’t have). Only twenty minutes passed with you scrolling through TikTok before Minho arrived, startling you when he pulled the passenger door open and climbed in.
“Alright, I’m squeaky clean now. Lay it on me,” your boyfriend leaned forward, lips puckering a bit, expecting a proper kiss from you.
You chuckled softly, leaning the rest of the way across the console to press a tender kiss to his lips. You could tell he had put on some of the chapstick you had been encouraging him to use; the weather recently had been making his lips chapped. The subtle taste of mint lingered on your mouth, and it was pleasant. In fact, it was enticing—that, plus the way his hand gently held the side of your neck.
The kiss deepened, the two of you becoming enthralled in each other like it was a reunion after months of being apart. You two had literally met up that morning for coffee before class, but that didn’t stop Minho from leaning even more over the console until he was practically in the driver’s seat with you. You felt his tongue running along the seams of your lips, begging for him to take it further than just a heated make out in the front seats of his Honda Civic.
You pulled away for a chance to breathe, and your heart thrummed at the sight of your boyfriend’s reddened, puffy lips and flushed cheeks, “We should start heading to the diner.”
He groaned softly, a small frown etching itself on his lips, “I was so close to getting you in the backseat. We can go tomorrow night?”
“Baby-“
“Come on, ________, I know you want to,” he loved to use that teasing tone and sly smirk on you to get what he wanted, mostly because he knew it worked. No matter how stern you tried to be, you always had a soft spot for him.
“I do, but . . . not in this parking lot,” you tried to reason with him, but his expression didn’t change. You had a feeling you were indeed going to do it in the parking lot.
“We don’t have to go all the way.” Determination could have been Minho’s middle name as far as you were concerned. It was a part of what made him so good at football. It was what got him a date with you during your first semester of college. And it was what got you to straddle him in the backseat of his Civic.
With you right where he wanted you, he smiled into another sweltering kiss, his hands on your hips. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, all of your clothes stayed on, but that didn’t stop him from getting you to thrust your groin against his. Though stuffed under his jeans and briefs, his cock was growing stiff under the stimulation your clothed cunt was giving him. After only a couple minutes, you could feel his erection poking against the fabric of your own jeans.
Minho communicated almost solely through noises, deep moans and heavy breaths sounding between your tangled lips. He let out a whine as you grinded your hips down on him, the friction making his cock even harder. If he had taken out like he wanted to, you would be able to see how red it was and how it throbbed, yearning to be in your pussy. But it was confined to the prison that was his underwear where a wet patch was already forming in the fabric over his tip.
Your own panties were becoming a little uncomfortable, your arousal basically soaking the gusset. The wet fabric was trapped between the sensitive skin of your folds and your rough denim. The sensation wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as it would be if it was his cock you were humping, but this would just have to do for now. You were already in motion, and you knew if you focused hard enough you would eventually cum. And with Minho’s hot breath on the shell of your ear, whispering encouraging words to you, you knew your release would find it’s way to you soon enough.
“Wish I wasn’t so fucking impatient,” he admitted through gritted teeth while his hands assisted your movements over his pelvis, “I should’ve taken you back to my house so we could do this the right way.”
“Yeah, well, you were the one who wanted it so bad,” you smiled down at him, “Now you have it.”
“And I’m definitely not complaining,” he spoke nothing but the truth. Sure, he would have preferred fucking you good in the comfort of his own bed, but he wouldn’t turn down the chance to make out with (and dry hump) you in the back of his car. In his opinion, he would be stupid to do so, “But maybe you could come back to my place, and I can treat you better there, yeah?”
“You better,“ you smiled at the way he laughed at that, then he was bringing your face down to his so he could kiss you again. When he got wound up like this, he had no care, no worry. He would make any noises, not thinking about how whiny or pathetic they sounded. He would let the saliva that got caught up between your lips fall out of the corners of his mouth messily. He would leave hickeys on your skin, acting like he didn’t mean to when really he loved the little bruise that showed the world you were taken. You were his.
“Oh my God, yes. Do that again,” he groaned, head falling back against the seat as he slipped his fingers through the belt loops on your jeans. Your clothed pussy was grinding down on his lap, each buck of your hips squeezing the top half of his cock against his pubic bone. The precum on his underwear was abundant, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It felt too good. Moans fell from his lips repeatedly telling you to keep going, keep going, don’t stop. He was going to-
“Holy shit.”
Minho’s hands were tight on your waist, commanding you to stop. He had already made a mess of his boxers; he didn’t want to make another one. You frowned, and you didn’t have to a say word. He was already apologizing, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.
“I know. I’m sorry, baby,” he breathed heavily, too lazy to lift his head up from the back of the seat. He reached up and wiped away a string of spit that was webbing from your mouth onto your cheek (residue from your multiple messy make-outs), “When we get back to mine, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Well, consider this my treat to you for now, for winning tonight. But now you owe me.”
“Of course, princess. Now let’s get out of here, these jeans are getting more uncomfortable by the second.”
Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI
Word Count:
Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.
Preview: "From the moment I first saw you in those woods, I knew you were meant to be mine."
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.
THE MASTERLIST:
~ THE PROLOGUE
~ CHAPTER ONE: MY LITTLE PUP
~ CHAPTER TWO: BATHED IN MOONLIGHT
~ CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA
~ CHAPTER FOUR: WRITTEN IN THE STARS
~ CHAPTER FIVE: HONEY AND ROSES
~ CHAPTER SIX: WOLFSBANE ASH
~ CHAPTER SEVEN: OURS
~ CHAPTER EIGHT: UGLY DUCKLING
~ CHAPTER NINE: MINE TO LOVE
~ CHAPTER TEN: A LOVE THAT CONSUMES
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.
Not one call, not one text, nothing and today of all days. A day that was important to you. This wasn't the first time that Minho had done this, and of course with his job he was extremely busy. You tried your best not to let it get to you and be understanding. The life of an idol wasn’t easy. But neither was the life of a normal person dating an idol. But he knew how important today was for you and it was getting very late. The other boys made sure to send you messages. Hell Chan even called you. But from the man who claims he loves you more than anything? You got nothing and it hurt you.
So here you were at the studio, wanting to at least get to see him and hear his voice. Maybe once he saw you he’d realize what today was and apologize. But when you walked into the dance studio he ignored your existence.
“Hey!” Hyunjin rushed over to you with a big smile as you entered. “I didn’t think you’d be coming here!” You smiled as he pulled you into a hug. The rest of the boys greeted you happy and asked you if you liked everything they all sent you to celebrate today and of course you did. You looked over at Minho sadly and the boys watched as you slowly approached him.
“Baby?” You called out softly as you watched him dance. He stopped and looked over to you and his brows furrowed in confusion.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. There was no sign of recognition on him, only annoyance at your presence. You felt your heart drop and you did your best to smile.
“I just wanted to see you and maybe talk for a little.” You said quietly as you went to grab his hand. He yanked his hand away and glared at you making you stare at him with wide eyes.
“I’m busy. You know not to bother me when I have to practice. Especially with the comeback hitting in a few days.” He hissed. Your heart shattered at how aggressive he’s being.
“Minho I—“
“I said I’m busy! God how annoying can you be right now!” He screamed at you. You stared at him in shock. Your body trembled as you felt tears swell in your eyes. The boys were staring at him in anger and shock as well. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling and looked down.
“I’m sorry I bothered you. I-I’ll go.” You whispered. You turned and rushed out the door ignoring all the protests and calls from the boys as you slammed the door shut. You rushed out of the building trying to keep yourself composed, not wanting to cause a scene at his place of work. But when you finally got out, it started to pour. You choked on a sob and buried your face in your hands. How could the man who loved you treat you in such a way? Today of all days. You had to get away from the building and fast before he came out after you.
“You fucking pabo!” Jisung screamed at him. Minho looked at him with a raised brow. Jisung never screamed at him. Never. “Do you realize what today is!?! It’s her fucking thirtieth birthday! You knew how important today was for her and this is how you treat her!?! Are you fucking insane?!”
Minho’s angered demeanor quickly changed into one of fear and regret. No, that wasn't today. How could he have forgotten that? He pulled out his phone and his face drained of all color when he saw the date. He saw all the texts and calls from you and he felt himself growing more and more nauseous by the second. He moved to rush after her but Chan stopped him.
“Oh no. You are giving her space right now. You’re only going to make things worse. Stay.” He said sternly. Minho shook his head and bolted past all of them rushing to find you but you were already gone. He kicked the hall and cried out in frustration before sinking to the floor.
He knew he screwed up and screwed up badly. You were always insecure about yourself. Your weight, your looks but you were always mostly insecure about your age. Even though you were older than him, it never once bothered him but today was the biggest day for you and he just ruined it all.
He tried calling you over and over only to be sent straight to voicemail. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Chan.
“I need to go.” He begged. “Please let me go after her. I can’t lose her Chan. I can’t.” Chan squeezed his shoulder and nodded before helping him up.
“You better get down on your knees and beg Minho. She’s been struggling with you not being around as it is.” Minho nodded and rushed out of the building. But when he got to the apartment you both lived in together the lights were off and there was no sign of you. Your part of the closet had been emptied.
“No.” He choked out. “No no no!” He cried as he continued to search for you. But when he got to the kitchen what he saw shattered his heart. On the kitchen table was a ring, but not just any ring. It was the promise ring he gave you on your birthday the year before. The one he promised would eventually be replaced by an engagement ring.
He picked it up as tears flew down his cheeks. He quickly took out his phone and dialed Chan. His lips trembling as he struggled to keep in the sobs. Chan immediately answered but when he heard Minho crying he knew immediately what had happened.
“Hyung she’s gone. She’s gone.”
Tears flew down your cheeks as you sat in the taxi, taking you far away from your home, far away from him. You may have acted a little dramatically, but at this point you didn't care. You were hurt, you were heartbroken and you were sick of being brushed to the side. Even though most of the time you knew it wasn't his fault, there was no excuse this time. This was all him and if he wanted your forgiveness he was going to have to earn it. Right now you needed space, you needed to get away. You needed time to think without him being there. Because you knew the second he looked at you with his soft pleading eyes any strength you'd have would be gone and you'd be in his arms.
You ended up at your friends apartment and they gladly took you in, they helped you bring all your things in and set your stuff up in the spare room and held you while you cried your heart out. You didn't dare look at your phone, you knew all it would be is calls and texts from the boys and from him. For the next week you never really left the bedroom, you cried yourself to sleep almost every night and you barely ate. You friend was worried and had reached out to Chan to let him know you were there and what was happening. What she didn't expect was for Chan to tell Minho.
"She doesn't want to see you." You heard your friend his as you began to wake up.
"Please." You heart stopped at the sound of his voice. "I need to see her, please." He begged. You slowly rose up from your bed and opened the bedroom door. You looked out to see your friend blocking the entrance as Minho stood in the door way. When his eyes locked with you your heart shattered all over again, he looked just as broken and unwell as you. His hair was a mess, his tan skin pale, he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all.
"Kitten." He choked out. You let out a shaky breath as tears flew down your cheeks. "Kitten please I am so sorry. There are no words to express how sorry I am. I will do everything in my power to make it right, but please come home." He begged. "Come back to me please."
"No." You said quietly and you could see his his heart shatter in front of you. "Leave Minho. Don't ever come here again." You went back to go into the bedroom but before you could you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you and pull you close. You struggled in his grip as tears flew down your cheeks. "Let go." You choked out. "Let me go."
"Never. I can't lose you jagiya." He choked out as he buried his face in your neck. "I love you. I love you more than anything. I know what I did is wrong, but please give me a chance to show you I will never hurt you again. Please." He begged. "You're the sun to my moon, without you I am nothing. Come home."
"I need time Min." You whimpered. "Please just give me that. Give me more time." Minho nodded and turned you around to face him.
"Okay." He whispered as his eyes looked into yours. "When you're ready, I'll come back." He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a slow and deep kiss. You did your best not to give in and thankfully he pulled away before you could. "I love you Kitten." He whispered and with that he left.
You stood there for a while staring at the spot where he was stood, you gripped couch beside you as you tried to keep yourself from collapsing. You wanted to go home, you wanted to so badly. You wanted to be in bed, with him, laying in his arms as he held you tight. But you knew that he had to prove to you that he wouldn't hurt you again. Until then, you had to be strong and stay away from him and when you were ready you'd decide whether it was best to come home.
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Lonely, broken and tired. That’s what you were. You had spent your life being abandoned by everyone you ever cared about, friends, family, loved ones. So you closed yourself off to others. Sick of constantly being hurt when you open your heart to someone. But at the same time, you couldn't deny how lonely you felt. How your heart ached for some form of connection. But you were too scared, too scared to let someone in. You tried to fill the void with an occasional one night stand, but it never truly worked out for you. Barely satisfying you each time. It had been over a year since you had been intimate with someone and to say you were touch deprived, was an understatement.
It was late, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you ended up at a coffee shop you knew was open twenty-four hours a day, for the third day in a row. It was better than sitting in your dark room and letting all your negative thoughts cloud your mind. You expected to see Chan, who you usually saw behind the counter, but today there was someone else. A stunning boy with freckles that looked like stars on his cheeks. You tried hard not to stare but he was just so captivating. He smirked softly at you as you approached the counter.
“Hello.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and your eyes widened in surprise. “Chan, told me you would probably be coming today. Y/n right?” He asked softly. “I’m Felix.” You raised your brow in response as you tried to ignore the flutter in your chest at the way he said your name.
“That would be me…his constant nuisance in the middle of the night.” You replied quietly. Your response made him laugh and he bit his lip.
“No if anything he enjoys your company on the overnights.” He replied.
“You mean he enjoys having a pathetic insomniac chill in the corner and read for hours? Noted.” You chuckled and shook your head.
“Pathetic? That’s definitely not how he described you. He said you were mysterious, intriguing. Had to say it got me curious and I’m happy you showed up today.” You looked down to hid the redness that rushed to your cheeks. “So what can I get for you?” He asked softly. You looked up into his eyes shyly and bit your lip.
“Surprise me, but make it sweet.” You said quietly. He nodded and smirked softly at you.
“Go get comfy, I’ll bring it out to you.” You nodded shyly and took your usual spot on the couch near the fireplace. You liked the sound of the fire, the crackling and sizzling sounds that came from the wood as it burned. You pulled out your latest book, one that you had read many times.
“Pride and Prejudice.” You jumped slightly and placed a hand on your chest as you looked up to see Felix staring at you in amusement. He placed the warm mug in front of you. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you.” He said softly and placed a plate with a brownie on the side. “I finished making these right before you came in. So the brownie should be nice and warm.” You gave him a small smile and then took a sip of the latte. Your eyes widened at the taste and you looked up at him in awe.
“This is not coffee, this is literally smores in liquid form. How the fuck did you do that?” You asked and he couldn’t help but grin at you.
“Wait til you try the brownie.” He smirked. “So… you’re an Austen fan I see.” As he nodded to your book. You bit your lip and looked down.
“I would say I mainly enjoy this one compared to her other works.” You said quietly. “But it definitely gave me unrealistic expectations of romance, turns out it’s nothing like the books say. It’s quite the opposite. It’s horrible and painful.”
“It can be, but that doesn’t mean it’s not like the books. Maybe you just haven’t found your Mr. Darcy just yet..” He said quietly and you looked up at him, your eyes locked with his and you found your heart wanting to beat out of your chest with the way he was looking at you. You suddenly forgot how to breathe as you took in every detail of him. He was perfect and far out of your league.
“Don’t tell me, you’ve actually read this?” You asked quietly.
“I have, I read all of her works and I do agree that I prefer this one to the others. I also enjoyed Jane Eyre as well.” Your eyes widened for a second time.
“Seriously, where did you come from?” You asked quietly. “No men like those novels.”
“Well, I was born in Australia. But if you wanna get technical I came out of–”
“Okay okay stop!” You whined and laughed. He grinned widely after hearing your laugh.
“You have a beautiful laugh.” He said softly and you found yourself becoming a blushing mess as you stared at the drink he had made you. He went to say something else but then the door opened and more customers came in. He smiled at you once more before going back behind the counter to help them. You didn’t know why, but for once you were actually starting to feel drowsy and the last thing you wanted to do was fall asleep at the shop. You finished the latte and brownie, which was in fact mind blowingly delicious. When Felix went to go back to you, he found you gone, but money and a note left next to the empty cup and plate.
Thank you for making me laugh today, I really needed it. See you around Freckles.
Y/n
He grinned as he read the note and folded it and put it in his pocket. Freckles, he liked that nickname more than he wanted to admit. He texted Chan to let him know that he met you and that he was right, there was something alluring and mysterious. He wanted to get to know you. He wanted you to open up to him, not only because he found you interesting, but also he found you extremely breathtaking. From the moment you had entered the shop he could barely keep his eyes off you. Your eyes, your skin, your curves. You were so stunning to him, even though you were only wearing leggings and a hoodie, you had captivated him and he couldn’t wait to see you again.’
You on the other hand were terrified. You hadn’t felt this attracted to someone in a long time, and after seeing your appearance in the mirror when you had returned home you were embarrassed to ever show yourself again. You felt comfortable around Chan, so you never really put in an effort around him. He exuded big brother energy so it was hard to keep your walls up around him. You felt safe, and comfortable. But Felix? You wished somehow Chan would have given you a warning. Now he saw you at your worst, you sighed as you stared at your heavy stomach and rolls that the leggings clearly didn’t help to hide. The dark circles under your eyes showed how much you lacked sleep.You whimpered and whined in embarrassment as you plopped down on your bed.
It had been a whole week, and you didn’t show up to the coffee shop again. Too embarrassed and scared that he would be there and not Chan. You tried a few times to show up but the second you saw him through the glass window you panicked and ran. If you put effort in how you appear now, he will clearly know you did it because of him, cause who else would there be to dress up a bit for in the middle of the fucking night at a coffee shop while everyone else slept. You stayed home for most of the week, but you found yourself getting worked up and horny just over the thought of the freckled boy in the coffee shop.
You tried to blame it on how touch starved you are for the wet dreams and the ache between your legs, and the unhinged thoughts you had about him. Because even in past relationships you never had this kind of reaction to someone. But once again, you found yourself at the door of the coffee shop, panicking slightly at the sight of him. Frustrated that Chan had not worked at all the entire week. His eyes locked with yours through the glass and your stomach began to do summer salts as he rushed over to the door.
“Were you gonna just stand there the whole night?” He teased softly and you blushed at his words.
“No.” You squeaked out. You in fact planned on running off again, but you had been caught this time. “But I realized I forgot my wallet so I’m… I’m just gonna go.” You turned quickly and before you could run off you felt a hand on your wrist.
“Don’t go.” He said quietly. “Come on, it will be on the house tonight. — I really wanted to see you again.” Your heart flipped at his words and you looked up at him. His eyes pleaded with yours and you felt yourself get weak at the knees. You nodded, scared that your voice would betray you and he smiled brightly at you. He gently led you into the shop and closed the door behind you. “Go get comfy, I’ll be right back.” You watched him as he walked away. You could break for it, run off now. But something about the way he pleaded for you to stay kept you there. You walked over to your typical spot on the couch and got comfortable.
Felix returned quickly with two cups and a bunch of brownies. You couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness to spend time with you, but that would all change eventually. He would see you were worthless and leave, just like everyone else. You thanked him quietly and took a sip of the latte he made for you. You closed your eyes and sighed happily as the warmth spread through you.
“Why did you keep running off when you saw it was me here?” He asked quietly. You froze at his words and your heart dropped to your stomach. “I would see you, you’d see it was me and you’d turn and leave. – I thought you and I hit it off.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as you struggled to answer him. “It would hurt me, because honestly I kept taking these shifts in hopes to see you again.” Your heart dropped at his words and you forgot how to breathe. “Did I do something wrong last time?” You looked up at him nervously and let out a shaky breath.
“I….” You breathed out. “I-I’m not g-good at letting people in.,,,and with you I… I want to.. But.. ” You bit your lip and looked down. “Coming here was a mistake, I shouldn’t have.. I-I’m sorry.” You quickly stood up and rushed for the door. He rushed after you and pulled you close to him making you gasp softly.
“Don’t run, don’t…” He whispered as he looked deep into your eyes. “I’m never going to hurt you Y/n.” He reached up to caress your cheek gently. “Never. Let me in, let me into your heart and show you how much I want and need you.” Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch. Your walls that you worked so hard to build were crumbling down in a matter of seconds, your heart was screaming out to him in need. Your body ached for more contact. But you didn’t know him, how could you really trust him? “Please stay… stay with me.”
Felix couldn’t stop himself, he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and softly and you froze. You wanted so badly to kiss him back, to give in and give him the pounding heart in your chest. But your fear wouldn’t let you. You pushed away from him and whimpered. You looked up at him as tears flew down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. Y-You don’t want damaged goods like me.” You choked out before rushing out the door. Felix wanted to rush after you but just as you ran out, a bunch of customers walked in and he was forced to stay behind. You rushed back to your apartment and when you closed the door behind you, you choked on a sob and slid down the door. You hated yourself for running away. You hated yourself for not letting him in. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t do it.
Once again you avoided the shop, it had been weeks since you had been there. But thoughts of Felix wouldn’t leave your mind. You constantly thought of him, of his smile, his eyes, the way his lips felt when they pressed against yours. The pained look on his face when you ran away from him. It was clear that he had worked his way into your heart in such a short amount of time.
You needed to take your mind off of everything, off of him. You needed a distraction, from the ache in your chest, whether it be something or someone. So here you were, dressed up in a black dress, make-up done and heels on, sitting alone at a bar in the night club you usually went to in order to have one night stands. Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. But you were there anyway.
Maybe you haven’t found your Mr Darcy just yet…
I’m never going to hurt you Y/n….
You scoffed to yourself as his voice ran through your head. You took a sip of your glass of wine and looked out into the crowd. There were a bunch of men here tonight, no doubt at least one would think you're pretty enough to bed. Even though in your mind you were really not much to look at dressed up or not. But your eyes widened and you froze when your eyes locked with a very familiar pair, two very familiar pairs. Chan was here, with friends and one of them was Felix. As usual he looked stunning, tight black pants, a button up black shirt, the top three buttons left unbuttoned and some silver jewelry to match. You couldn’t help but stare. The second Chan saw you he grinned and nudged at Felix to point out where you were. The second his eyes locked with yours you turned your head quickly and let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck why is he here?” You hissed to yourself. You took another sip of your wine to try and calm your nerves and prayed that he would just stay where he was and not approach you. After all, why would he even want to right? Not like he knew you or wanted to. He was just being polite to a customer right?
“Hey beautiful.” You looked to your left to see a man you had hooked up with before smirking down at you. Sadly he wasn’t one that ended well, in fact the man couldn’t even bring you to cum. “Missed seeing you here.” He cooed as his hand ran up your bare leg. You tried not to flinch and gave him a weary smile.
“Baby, is this man bothering you?” Your heart almost leapt out of your chest as you heard his voice and felt him press up against your back. His hand gently landed on your bare shoulder and you shivered at the feeling of his skin against yours. You looked up with wide eyes to see Felix staring the man down with a raised brow. But his eyes were menacing, intimidating to say the least.
“Sorry, thought she was someone else.” Your past hook up said and walked away. You let out a shaky breath and look up to Felix shyly
“Thanks.” You said quietly. “You didn’t need to do that.” He gently squeezed your shoulder as he looked down at you softly.
“I wanted to. I– I saw him touch you and kind of lost my cool I’m sorry.” You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach because of his words. “You look so stunning tonight.” Your eyes widened and you looked away from him to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You replied as you tried to calm your heart down. “You’re not looking bad yourself.” You felt his hand gently brush against your chin to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.
“If you’re so tough, why do you hide from me?” He looked deep into your eyes, if you were standing your knees would have buckled at how he was looking at you. “You’re even more beautiful when you blush.” You couldn’t stop yourself from trembling and you let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t take you for a girl who went to clubs..”
“I don’t often.” You said quietly. “Just when I—” You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence. No, he doesn’t need to know why you’re here. He doesn’t need to know you’re aching to be touched, but specifically ruined by him in every way possible. He deserved hotter, better. You didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as him.
“You what?” He asked as his hand brushed against your flushed cheek. Your eyes involuntarily fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch. Snap out if it Y/n! You scolded yourself as you moved away from him.
“I need to go, I’m sorry.” You whispered. You didn’t even bother looking at him as you got up from your seat and grabbed your purse. You rushed past him as your heart pounded loudly, you did your best to ignore him calling after you. You prayed that he didn’t follow you, but at the same time somewhere deep down you did. When you made it outside you let out a deep breath and tried to compose yourself. You felt a hand gently grip your wrist and turn you around. You were pulled into Felix’s arms as he gripped your waist tightly.
“Please, stop running from me.” He whispered. You whimpered as you felt his body press against yours.
“Y-You terrify me.” You choked out.
“Why? Why do I terrify you?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. “Why do you keep running from me?”
“Because it scares me how much I want you.” You choked out. “It scares me, to want someone so badly again after all this time. I know I don’t deserve you. So why put my heart on the line again?”
“You have no idea how wrong you are.” He breathed out. “I want you, from the moment you came into the shop I have wanted you.” He caressed your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.” Your heart flipped and your legs almost gave out.
“You dare use Austen's words against me?” You choked out.
“It’s the truth. You are all I’ve thought about since that day. Seeing you tonight, seeing that man on you. I couldn’t just sit by, I had to make you mine. I want to make you mine.” His lips brushed against yours and you gave in as he finally kissed you intensely. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his fingers tangled in your hair. The kiss took your breath away and ignited the broken heart that was beating so loudly in your chest. When you both pulled away, gasping for air Felix couldn’t help but grin. “Come home with me?”
“Yes.” You breathed out and he kissed you again, this time much more gentle. But it was still enough to make your legs quake at the feeling. He pulled away to caress your cheek and smile. He took your hand in his and led you to his car. You were thankful the car ride was short, you couldn’t control yourself any longer. The next few minutes were a blur, you found yourself against the wall after Felix pressed you against it the second the door closed. His lips were on your neck as you struggled to suppress your moans. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt his hand slip between the both of you.
“Can I?” Felix asked softly as his fingers brushed against your bare thighs. You whimpered and nodded as you felt him palm against your already soaked core. He growled softly at the feeling and kissed you hungrily. His hand pulled at your panties and ripped them off easily making you gasp against his lips. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and explore as his fingers rubbed against your clit wildly. You whined and clung to him as your legs trembled from the feeling.
“So wet for me, I don’t even have to prep you.” He growled. You heard his belt unbuckle and his pants drop to the floor before you could say anything he picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to push himself inside you. You cried out and clung to him as you felt him bottom out and stretch you
“F-Felix.” You whimpered. “Oh god.” He nuzzled his face in your neck and nipped at the skin.
“You’re mine.” He growled softly. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” You choked out, He responded by slamming into you, with slow rough thrusts, making you cry out in ecstasy. You held onto him for dear life as you both cried out loudly for each other. “Please, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Felix.”
“You’re taking me so well my little dove.” He groaned. “God I never want to stop. Never.” He kissed and nipped at your lips as he picked up the pace. “I want to fill you up, and make you mine.” You whimpered and felt yourself clench at his words. He groaned and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You like that baby you want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Y-Yes!” You sobbed out. “Make me yours, fill me over and over.” You begged as you rocked your hips in time with his thrusts. You felt his fingers rub against your clit again and you shook as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything but tremble against him and whine like a cat in heat. The sight only aroused Felix more. He could feel you getting close, and the way your legs trembled around him made him moan loudly.
“That’s it, let go for me. Cum Y/n.” It was if his words controlled your body, you let out a loud sob as you felt yourself hit your peak. Felix moaned loudly and rutted violently into you as you hit your high, soon he filled you with his hot seed. His cries mixed in with yours as he thrusted one final time inside you. He kissed you feverishly as you both came down from your highs, he did not dare move away. “So perfect.” He panted softly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “All mine.” He caressed your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch. He pulled out gently making you whimper and he picked you up bridal style. He kicked away his pants and shoes before carrying you to the bedroom.
He kissed you as he set you down on the bed gently and slowly removed your dress, his shirt soon following. Soon you were completely naked and exposed to him. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss. Your heart pounded as your arms wrapped around his neck. He laid flushed against you, as his hand ran up your outer thigh. He pulled away and looked at you softly.
“Please promise me you won’t run from me anymore.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him again.
“I won’t.” You whispered softly into his lips. “I promise. How could I give up when I finally found you, Mr. Darcy.” He grinned at your words and kissed you deeply.
“Good cause I will never let you go. Ms. Bennet”
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Theme: Enemies to lovers, smut, oral, creampie. 18+ NO MINORS.
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You shouldn’t be upset at what you’re seeing, after all you’ve never once liked him. He always teased you, made your life miserable, was always picking a fight with you. So why now do you feel your heart in your stomach as you see him with a girl practically all over him. Jisung has always been the bane of your existence, ever since Chan introduced you to his friends, wanting you to fit it with them cause well, you never had any and were always keeping to yourself. Han constantly picked on you, with his cocky and condisending smirk. He always riled you up whenever he was around. Chan always said you both fought as if you were an old married couple, and the thought made you gag. But now, seeing him with a girl on his lap made your heart ache.
You stared at the alcoholic beverage Chan made you, wishing you never let him convince you to even go to this party. When you looked back up you saw Han looking at you with his little infamous smirk. It made you shake in anger. You downed the drink Chan gave you and winced at the sting as it burned your throat. If he wanted to play games, you weren’t up for it. So you went to the kitchen to get another drink, wanting to distract yourself from the jealousy you were clearly feeling. Since when were you jealous, since when did you care if another girl was all over him? Since when did you wish it was you on his lap while he smirked up at you and whispered things in your ear?
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing drinking all alone?” You looked up to see a man you didn’t know leaning against the kitchen counter smirking over at you.
“Alone is how I prefer it to be honest.” You said quietly. Not liking the way he was eyeing you. He moved closer to you and ran his hand up your thigh, making you freeze.
“We could do something together that is much more fun than drinking.” He grinned and you shuddered as you felt his hand go for your ass and squeeze.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You turned to see Jisung staring at the stranger in pure rage. You had never seen him angry, not like this. “She clearly isn’t interested.” The guy raised his brow and looked at him with a smirk.
“Fuck off bro, this has nothing to do with you.” He growled as he walked over to Jisung. Compared to Jisung the man was much taller and jacked, but Jisung didn’t seem phased at all.
“She has everything to do with me you fucking prick.” He hissed.
“Jisung— it’s okay.” You whispered as he looked over to you. “I’m fine.”
“Aw, scared I’ll get to fuck her before you do?” Your eyes widened as you saw Jisung’s eyes darken. He punched the man in the face hard and you squeaked.
“Don’t you fucking talking about her like that you dick.” The man growled and punched Jisung right back making him fall to the ground.
Your eyes widened as he got on top of Jisung and started wailing on him.
“S-Stop!!” You cried out. “Don’t hurt him!” You tried to pull him off of Jisung but he just threw you off him making you collide with the counter. Thankfully Chan and Changbin rushed in and forced the man off of him and out of Chan’s apartment before he could do anything else. You rushed to Jisung’s side and helped him sit up.
“Y-You idiot why did you do that?” You choked out as you looked at his bruised cheek and split lip. “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.” Jisung groaned as you helped him up and out of the apartment, yours was thankfully down the hall so you didn’t have to go far. When you got inside you sat him on the couch. “Stay right there.” You said quietly.
“If I had known I’d have to be hurt to finally get invited into your apartment I would have done so much earlier.” He smirked over at you, making you scoff in response. You walked into your bathroom to get a cloth and some alcohol to clean his lip with and walked back in. You sat down next to him and poured some alcohol on a q-tip.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an ass to me all the time you wouldn’t have had to.” You muttered as you gently placed it on his lip. He hissed and flinched away. “Stay still.” You ordered softly. “It’s going to get infected if I don’t clean this up.” He sighed and did as he was told, flinching and wincing as you gently cleaned it. You didn’t see the gentle loving gaze coming from him as you focused on cleaning his lip. “All done.” You whispered. “I’m going to get you some ice for your cheek.” You gathered the stuff you brought and threw out the stuff you used, once you put everything back you put some ice in a ziplock bag and brought it over to him. You sat back down and gently place it on his cheek. He hissed again and gently placed his hand over yours that held the ice pack to his cheek. You tried to ignore your fluttering heart as it reacted to the contact. “Sorry.” You whispered.
“Thank you.” He said quietly. You looked up at him and when you saw how he was staring at you, you forgot how to breathe. You both stayed there, staring at each other hands still touching. Your eyes fluttered to his lips and then back to his eyes.
“W-Why did you do that Jisung?” You asked quietly. “Do you know how scared I was?” He let go of your hand and used the same one to caress your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact.
“Do you really not know?” He asked quietly. “—Y/n, I don’t know how you can be so oblivious.” You’re eyes opened and you stared at him in confusion.
“What are you talking abou—“ You’re cut off by his lips being pressed to yours. Your hand let the bag of ice slip from your fingers as he kissed you deeply. Your heart felt like it was going to rupture out of your chest as he pushed you down on the couch, hovering over you. Your fingers gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him down, wanting him to be closer as you melted into him and kissed back just as passionately. He kissed you until he was gasping for air as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Because I love you, you idiot.” He panted out. “I’ve always loved you.” His nose brushed against yours as you started at him wide eyed. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you panted softly. “And I know you love me too.” He smirked. You huffed and tried to push him off of you.
“Keep dreaming you ass ho—“ Once again he pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off with a feverish and hungry kiss. You whimpered as you tangled your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. Han rocked his hips into you making you moan softly in response. You kissed each other desperately as you continued to rock against each other in need. You felt him push your skirt up as he nipped at your lips. He panted softly as he pushed his jeans and boxers down. He ripped your panties off in seconds making you gasp softly.
“Need you, need you now Y/n.” He whimpered as he brushed the tip of his cock against your core. “Already so wet for me.” He grinned down at you and you whimpered as you felt him press his tip into your entrance. “Gonna make you mine.” He thrusted into you making you cry out and arch off the couch. Jisung moaned loudly as he felt your warm wet walls close in around him. “Perfect, so perfect.”
“J-Ji.” You whined softly. He thrusted deeply into you and nipped at your neck. His hand slipped between you and began to rub your clit wildly. You cried out loudly and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Please don’t stop.”
“Keep moaning my name love, God I love when you say my name.” He nipped at sucked on your neck until there was a mark left. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. That you’re finally mine.” You whined loudly as you felt him hit deep into you. Your toes curled and you clung to him tightly. “God you sound so fucking beautiful. You’re so fucking perfect.”
You could feel yourself getting close, his words, along with his fingers and cock sending you close to the edge. You sobbed out his name as you arched off the couch, feeling your walls begin to clench.
“That’s it beautiful. Let go for me.” Your eyes rolled back and you finally hit your peak, crying out his name loudly. He pulled out of you and kissed down your neck, he settled between your legs and groaned at the sight of your core. He dove in and made you cry loudly as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Your legs shook as his tongue licked and explored your drenched core. “You taste fucking divine. God I could eat you all night.” You shuddered and whined loudly in response. “You’d like that huh? Me eating out your pussy til you beg me to stop?”
“Want your mouth, want your cock over and over.” You whined and rocked into his mouth. He growled and buried his face into your core, licking and sucking at your clit like a man starved. Your moans and cries fueling him to keep going, he was determined to make you cum from just his tongue. Your eyes rolled back and you rocked against his tongue desperately, the sight almost making him cum instantly. He let you ride his tongue watching you in awe. You moaned his name out desperately and he knew you were close. Your legs began to tremble violently and he sucked at your clit desperately as you screamed out as your second orgasm hit you.
He groaned as he licked up your juices and kissed your thighs. He picked you up bridal style as he kicked off his pants and boxers. He carried you to your bedroom and gently laid you down on the bed.
“Strip love, let me see all of you.” He pleaded softly. He ripped off his shirt and you bit your lip as you took in his toned upper body. His cock was still rock hard and you quickly rid yourself of all of your clothes. He crawled over you and kissed you deeply. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered softly. He spread your legs wide and lined his cock at your entrance again. “Wanna fill this beautiful pussy up with my cum, can I love?”
“Yes, please.” You begged softly. “Fill me up.” He growled softly and thrusted into you hard making you cry out. “F-Fuck Jisung!” He laid gently on top of you, wanting to feel every bit of you. He nuzzled his face in your neck as one of his hands linked with yours above your head. The other gripped your hip and squeezed as he rocked into you wildly. “Y-Yes yes yes please.” You whimpered out.
“I love you.” He whimpered into your neck as he rocked into you. “Fuck Y/n I love you so fucking much.” Your heart leaped out of your chest and you turned your head to kiss him deeply.
“I love you.” You whimpered into his lips. He smiled into your lips and nipped at them gently. You rolled him over and settled on top of him kissing him hungrily. Your hips rocked desperately as you rode him, making him whimper and moan beneath you.
“Oh my god.” He whined at the sight of you riding him, his hands ran up your stomach and he squeezed your breasts gently as he rocked up into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him thrust wildly into you. You whined loudly and clung to him as he pulled you close. You kissed him passionately and rocked your hips to meet his thrusts. You could feel yourself getting close as you whined loudly into his lips. You buried your face in his neck as you mewled loudly.
“G-Gonna cum.. fuck. Jisung please.” You whined loudly. He groaned and rocked into you desperately, feeling his release also coming. He throbbed inside you as he felt you begin to clench.
“Cum with me love.” He moaned out and you let out a soft cry as you clenched around him. You felt him hit his peak inside you, filling you with his hot seed. You shuddered violently and when limp in his arms. He held you close to him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You both stayed there, tangled in each other, panting softly as you tried to calm your trembling body. “You did so well.” He said softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. You whimpered and nuzzled your face in his neck. “I can’t wait to show everyone how you’re finally mine.”
“Yours.” You whispered. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled and kissed his neck gently.
“Good, cause you are and I will never let you go.” He kissed you softly. “Never.”
WHEN YOU KISS THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME. FT MAKNAE LINE
Pairing: Skz Maknae Line x Reader
Theme: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Maknae line reacting to you kissing them
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.
JISUNG:
You loved the rain, and above all you loved thunderstorms. So here you were standing in your backyard letting the rain drench you as thunder roared through the sky. You smiled up at the sky as you felt the raindrops hit your face and you giggled softly.
“Y/n?! Get inside, are you insane?!” You looked over to the back entrance of your house to see Jisung staring at you in concern. You smiled widely at him and shook your head.
“No, this is amazing!” You replied as you spun around. Thunder roared again and lightning flashed, causing Jisung to flinch and look at you in terror.
“Y/n please!” He begged as he rushed out to get you. “You’re going to get sick or worse hurt.” He pulled you close to him and looked at you worriedly. “Please jagiya, come inside.” He caressed your cheek as you both looked into each other’s eyes. “I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt.” Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch.
“I’m not going to get hurt Jisung, I do this all the time.” You said softly. You opened your eyes and your breath hitched at the sight of him. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter and your knees weak. His curls wet as he looked at you with such concern. You couldn’t stop yourself as you pressed your lips to his. Jisung froze and moved away from you. He looked at you with wide eyes and your heart immediately sank at the sight. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I– I shouldn’t have done that. — Let’s… let’s go inside.”
You walked past him to head inside but his hand caught your wrist and pulled you back into his arms. You gasped softly and looked up at him with wide eyes, his eyes were dark and dazed as he gazed at you. His fingers caressed your cheek once more before he pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. You melted into him and clung to him as he pulled you closer. You poured all that you felt for him into the kiss as thunder sounded across the sky. But neither of you reacted, you were too lost in each other to care about the storm.
FELIX:
Felix stared at you with wide eyes as you giggled softly. You licked off the remainder of whipped cream left on your finger after you wiped some on his cheek. He pointed his spatula at you as he playfully glared at you.
“Don’t you start.” He playfully warned you. “Last time we ended up with flour all over the place and Chan almost killed us.” You pouted and put the whipped cream bottle down.
“You’re no fun.” You mumbled as you moved away from him. He chuckled and shook his head in response. You watched him silently as he prepared the brownie mix and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you took in his beautiful features. You had been in love with him since the first moment Chan introduced you both, but you were too scared to say anything because the freckled boy was completely out of your league. So you settled with having an unrequited love. Even though Chan kept telling you to talk to him and give it a shot, you couldn’t. You were too scared to have your heart broken.
But today, as you stared at him you noticed he still had some whipped cream on his lips when he tried to clean off what you wiped on him. You started having thoughts, wondering what his lips would taste like if you ever had the chance. Suddenly found yourself standing up on your toes as you pressed your lips to his. Once you realized what you had done you backed away quickly and covered your mouth with your hand.
You didn’t dare look at Felix, you didn’t want to see the rejection you knew would come. You turned away from him and ran out of the kitchen, you didn’t even stop when he called after you. But soon you felt arms wrap around your waist tightly. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to remove yourself from his grip but your movements came to a halt when you felt his lips press against your neck.
“Do you know how long I have waited for that to happen?” Felix whispered, his voice was deep and raspy. He turned you around and tilted your chin up to look at him. “About damn time love.” He said softly before pressing his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss.
SEUNGMIN:
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Seungmin huffed as he followed you into the park late at night. You giggled softly as you led him to the open spot where you laid down a blanket. You laid down and patted the spot next to him.
“No one can make you do anything Minnie, especially me.” You cooed as you watched him sit next to you. He mumbled something in response that you couldn’t quite hear and laid down beside you . You lifted his arm and snuggled into his side as you looked up at the stars. He rested his arm on your shoulder and looked up at the sky with you. “I used to come here a lot when I was younger and do this when I had a lot on my mind. It’s peaceful here, no one to distract you when you’re trying to sort out your thoughts.”
“Hmm.” He replied. “I guess.” You scoffed and hit his chest which made him smirk down at you. “You’re so easy to tease.” You blushed at him and looked away shyly before looking back at the sky.
“I wish you would stop doing that, it confuses me.” You whispered quietly. “I guess that’s why I came here tonight, cause I need to sort out something with you.”
Seungmin’s brows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Y/n…what do you mean?” You looked up at him nervously and bit your lip. You had fallen in love with him in such a short time and you needed to know where he stood, but you were so scared to say the words. He turned on his side to face you as he stared at you in concern. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked quietly. You shook your head. “Then what is I–” He didn’t get to finish, you pressed your lips to his in a short but gentle kiss. You were too scared to say how you felt, so instead you showed him. You pulled away from him and looked down, scared to even look him in the eyes.
“T-That’s what I-I meant.” You whispered. You felt his fingers gently tilt your chin up and when you looked up at him, his usual teasing eyes were soft. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close to him.
“I love you too.” He whispered softly into your lips. “Idiot.”
JEONGIN:
“Y/n! Get back here!” Jeongin called after you as he chased after you in the house. Why was he chasing you? Because you had done something that will change things forever between the both of you. While you both were playing games you both ended up fighting and trying to wrestle the controllers out of each other's hands. You ended up falling on top of him and lost yourself in the moment. As soon as you realized you had kissed him you backed away from him and ran out of the living room in embarrassment.
“Y/n please stop!” You squeaked as you saw him getting closer but soon you felt arms wrap around your waist. Jeongin picked you up bridal style and as you squirmed in his arms he carried you into his room. He shut the door behind him once he got you inside and set you down. You couldn’t even look him in the eye. You were scared, you had loved him for so long and now you were expecting him to break your heart. He gently pushed you onto the bed making you gasp softly as he hovered over you.
“You have no idea how long I have waited for you to do that.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek. He leaned down and kissed you deeply. “I love you.” He whispered into your lips and you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest.
warnings: smut🔞!!!!!!!!, monster in the closet!minho, childhood friends to lovers but with a twist!, time jumps, like .2 seconds of mentioned jealousy, light angst, masturbation (f), voyeurism, unprotected sex, minho’s ribbed monster dick, horn sucking (???? you’ll know when u get there), horn rubbing (again, ???), monster creampie!
note: here he is! sorry it took so long, but life has been kicking my ass lately lmao. if this is bad….. just shhhh for my well-being. anyways, i do hope you enjoy!!! also just as an fyi… minho’s dick is shaped like the bad dragon sleipnir :-) also also let it also be known that idk what the hell he is like he’s just a thing i just made up shit really
the first time you met lee minho, you were six years old.
met is a strong word, considering the fact that you were laid shivering and scared in your bed at three in the morning. you always slept through the night, but recently you’d been continuously woken up at odd hours due to the noises coming from your closet.
it started with the creak of your closet door. you opened your eyes and rolled onto your back to reach for your teddy bear that you must have lost during the night. it wasn’t until you were about to fall back to sleep that you heard what must have woken you up in the first place. your head perked up from your pillow at the sound of your closet door slowly creaking open. you stopped breathing, gripping your teddy bear close to your chest as your heart pounds.
you don’t hear the noise again for a few minutes. maybe it was just the air conditioner? sometimes it makes weird noises, and your mom always complains about it. your head settles back onto the pillow when you hear it again, this time, with a whispered call of your name.
you can’t help but gasp, chest heating up as your heart pounds faster. you sit up in your bed before you can stop yourself, staring directly at your half opened closet. why did your parents have to put your bed right there? directly in front of the closet. your mom always makes sure the door is shut before she leaves your room to go to bed; you definitely didn’t open it, but somehow the pitch black interior of the closet is looking right back at you.
your eyes are adjusting to the dark now. the nightlight in the corner helps you to see, but it doesn’t provide enough light for you to see inside the closet. you can’t make out the shape of your clothes or shoes… you can’t see anything.
until you see red.
glowing red. two bright red eyes turn themselves into three and make themselves known to you, and that’s all it takes for you to scream.
“m-mommy!” you shriek, pulling the covers over your head and hiding your face against the plush of your teddy bear. you stay hidden until the light clicks on, and you feel your mother’s warm arms wrap around you. you slowly lift your head from under the blankets and look up at her with teary eyes. she coos and wipes your tears, soothing down your wild hair.
“what’s wrong, sweetheart? did you have a bad dream?”
“mommy, shhh,” you bring a finger to your lips to quiet her. “there’s- there’s a monster in- in there. in my closet,” you whisper, pointing a finger conspiratorially at your now closed closet door. did your mom close the closet door when she came in?
“is there?” she asks back. you nod. “i know just what to do. can you be brave and wait here while i go get something?” you really don’t know, but your parents’ room is right down the hall. you finally nod your head again, and your mom plants a kiss to your hair before she scurries out of the room. your eyes stay locked on the closet door until she comes back with a spray bottle in her hand. she sits down beside you on your bed.
“i’ve been hoping i wouldn’t have to use this,” she sighs, showing you the bottle. “here, it’s monster spray. i got it from the store a couple weeks ago just in case. see! it,” she turns the bottle around to read from the back, “‘repels monsters, ghosts, goblins, and other scary creatures away in one use!’”
huh, that might be able to work. she stands up from the bed and makes her way to the closet.
“be careful mommy,” you whisper, gripping the blanket tighter in your hand. she takes a deep breath and cracks open the door, immediately shoving her hand inside to spray around. once she’s done, she shuts the door again.
“it says we have to give it ten seconds to activate. can you count for me?” you start counting as soon as she asks, going up to twenty for good measure. “that should definitely work. okay, sit back. let mommy check.”
your mom once again opens the closet door, this time fully, and she gasps. you gasp in response. there’s nothing in there; that must mean the spray worked! she moves your clothes this way and that, double checking to make sure it’s safe.
“i don’t see anything in there, do you?” she asks. you shake your head. whatever that was, it’s gone. your closet is back to normal. all you see are your clothes and shoes plus a couple of your winter clothes on the top shelf.
“you killed it! it really worked!” you cry, climbing out of bed to hug your mom tight. “can i- can i sleep in your room tonight? in case it comes back…”
“of course you can, sweetie, but here.” she hands you the spray. monster masher. “you keep this in here, okay? so the next time you see a monster, you know what to do. you can always call me for backup if you need.”
the next night, you’re still scared. it happens just like it did the night before, but this time you have the trusty monster masher on your nightstand. you hear the closet creak open and hold your breath, making up your mind that you’re not going to call for your mom this time. you’re big; you can do this. at the first whisper of your name is when you decide to slowly reach for the bottle, hoping that whatever is in your closet won’t see you.
you slowly slip from the bed, sticking close to the wall and tiptoeing to the closet. your hand is shaking where you grip onto the spray bottle. you’re sticking close to the door hoping that whatever is inside can’t see you from the side. you take a deep breath just like your mom did last time, steady your hand, and reach it into the mouth of the closet to spray as fast as you can.
you don’t want something to grab you and snatch you inside, so you quickly pull your hand from the closet and shut the door, remembering the instructions your mom told you and counting to ten. fifteen for good measure.
the first thing you hear is sputtering from the inside. you run to your light switch and turn it on before opening the closet door, and what’s inside surprises you.
it’s a boy, knelt on the ground and scrubbing his tongue with the sleeve of his shirt. he’s no ordinary boy though, you can tell.
at first, you notice the light purple hue to his skin. his eyes are a deep black; there are three of them, and tiny horns sprout from the tip top of his head. he looks a little fuzzy too, and definitely not as scary as he did in the dark.
“ack!” the boy cries, still swiping at his tongue. “wha’ i’that?!” you spritz him again and he flails, slapping the bottle away from you. “hey, stop it! i’m not a bug.” he finally sits up straight and glares at you, and his eyes flare bright red.
you gasp at that, taking a step backwards and tripping over a toy you left on the floor in front of your bed. you land with an oof!, cradling your wrist after you land on it hard. the boy scoots out of the closet and points to your hand.
“are you- are you okay?”
“please don’t eat me!”
he glares at you again. “if i wanted to eat you i woulda already.”
and that is history.
at sixteen, you’re still dealing with the monster in your closet. you’ve learned many things about him in the ten years he’s inhabited your space.
his name’s minho, he’s your age, and you’re his assigned human. that sounds stupid. you didn’t believe him at first, but he showed you the paperwork. where you go, minho will follow. his assignment to you is a serious one.
after those fateful nights all those years ago, you’ve surprisingly become quite good friends. you’ve had plenty of time to get to know each other. after all, he’s in your closet every night. he can come and go as he pleases and you can send him away, back to whatever monster realm he came from, but he always comes back. he’s gone to and from on his own free will, you’ve never had the urge or need to send him away.
one thing you’ve never been able to piece together though is what lee minho actually is. minho’s told you before that he doesn’t even really know himself. he’s more of a… thing. kind of like those mutt dogs, but he’s a monster instead. you’ve looked on all types of websites. blogs, forums, encyclopedia pages, but you could never find any answers to quell your curiosity. it’s okay though, however nosy you are doesn’t change the fact that one of your closest friends is a monster that halfway lives in your closet.
speaking of friends, one of yours inhabiting your room right now.
it’s not that minho’s jealous, he has other friends of his own. like changbin, a short and bulky zombie who clicks and chomps his teeth whenever he’s hungry and has a too-loud laugh. or chan, a werewolf with kind eyes and a tail that wags way too hard when he’s happy. you’re definitely not his only friend, but he doesn’t like when you have sleepovers with yours. and no, not just because you talk about your stupid crushes.
you’ve been sitting on your bed for the past hour, chitchatting about some wooyoung character that your friend thinks you’d look super cute with.
minho rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to thunk his head back against the wall of your closet. his horns have hit a growth spurt though recently, and he knows he’d put a hole in your wall by accident if he did. the final straw for minho is when you both lay down to sleep.
“would you go out with him if he asks you?” your friend questions, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you one last time before you both go to sleep. minho straightens up at that. he strains forward, as close to the closet door as he can get without bumping into it with his horns, and listens for your response.
“i- i mean, i dunno? maybe? i’d have to think about it, i guess,” you say. minho makes a face. his lip curls slightly in disgust, and the soft peach fuzz on his body bristles at your answer. that’s it, he’s heard enough. he’ll just have to wait until you fall asleep.
much to minho’s pleasure, it doesn’t take too much longer.
he starts his typical routine when he focuses and hears the evenness of your breath and your friend’s. it’s always a crack of the door. minho sits up on his knees and places one finger to the door, pushing it open slightly and reveling in the creak of the old wood. he knows you’ll wake up soon, he’s just not sure about your talkative and annoying friend. he gives the old door one more slow push, and it creaks again.
he’s a little disappointed in how used to him you’ve gotten because you barely even roll over at the noise of the closet door slowly opening. the same cannot be said for your friend, however. minho smirks as he hears her breathing catch in her throat and heart rate pick up. now that he knows she’s awake, minho’s about to enact the next step in his routine. come to think of it though, he doesn’t really remember her name.
instead of whispering her name in the dark like he usually would, he decides on the next best thing.
he whistles.
it’s a slow thing, starting out high pitched and ending on a lower tone, and minho has to try hard to keep from laughing when he sees her head whip to the closet.
still whistling that haunting little tune, minho creaks the closet door open once more and moves his head closer to the opening of it, finally allowing himself to let his eyes shine ruby-red. the rest of his body is hidden by the darkness of your room, but he knows that his eyes are visible.
minho hears your friend shake you awake and cover your mouth.
“oh my god, i think- someone’s in your fucking closet,” she whispers, head turning back to the closet and met with glowing red.
“oh jesus christ,” comes your muffled response. you fling the covers back and march over to your closet, hitting your light switch on the way there. you open the door and shove your clothes to the side, hangers screeching on their rack, dutifully smothering minho with your clothes and pushing him to the corner. he flails and his horns clatter against the wall.
“shit, haha- um! sorry, my boots fell. there’s- there’s nothing in here, see? look.” you move out of the way, showing your friend the inside of your closet. you shuffle through your clothes so that she can see the back. hidden by the wall, minho peaks around his face-full of clothes and stifles his laugh when he sees you do jazz hands at your friend. you catch sight of him and once again roughly shove your clothes back into his face and he flips you off.
“no, i swear. i swear i saw something glowing in there! and- and i heard whistling?”
“oh, i have a, um. jacket! a jacket… with sequins on it? you know what i mean? sometimes it catches the light from the window. and our air conditioning makes some really weird noises sometimes at night. yeah, um. sorry, no- uh, no whistling here!”
your friend laughs, slapping herself on the forehead. “you think i’m crazy, don’t you? maybe i should go home… i think i just- i might need to sleep in my bed tonight, you know?”
you sigh and shut your closet door so that you can sit beside her on the bed.
“definitely not crazy, i promise. here, let me help you get your stuff. i can walk you to your car too.”
you say goodbye, shutting the car door for her and telling her to text you when she makes it home. when you make it back to your room you stop in front of your door to collect yourself.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you whisper yell, opening the closet door and looking down at minho. “you can’t just-! you can’t just do that, minho!”
he pushes your clothes off of him, stands up, and rolls his eyes, getting up from his spot in the corner and rubbing one of his horns.
“that hurt, asshole. there’s a hole in your wall now by the way.” minho sits on your bed and looks at you expectantly. when you don’t sit beside him immediately he pats the bed beside him and raises his eyebrows. you huff and plop down next to him.
you’re both quiet until you decide to speak up.
“why’d you do that? you’ve never done that before. you can’t just- just go around scaring the shit out of everyone that comes to my house! what if she saw you? like really saw you?”
“she talked too much,” comes minho’s response. you make a face at that.
“she did not!” you retort, smacking him on the shoulder. he doesn’t even flinch.
“she did so! all she talked about was that- that wooyoung guy and it was annoying me,” minho grumbled. you raise your eyebrows and scoff, nodding your head.
“oh. oh i see.”
“oh what, you freak? see what?!”
“you’re jealous, minho! you didn’t want her talking about wooyoung because you’re jealous!”
“you were right earlier,” minho says, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “she’s not the crazy one. that’s you.”
minho laughs when you grip onto his horns and shake his head like a bobble head. he flashes his eyes back at you playfully.
“there’s nothing to be jealous of. you’re mine. i have the paperwork to prove it.”
you didn’t think he would react this way.
the two of you have argued before, sure, you’re bound to have a few spats with someone cohabitating your space for ten plus years. it’s never felt as big as this though. this feels like more than an argument.
“i thought you’d be happy for me? we talked about how much i wanted this, minho. i can’t just stay here forever, why are you being like this?” you ask. you’re hurt. more hurt than you’ve been in a long time. minho saw firsthand how much effort you put into finding your first place to live on your own; he even kept you company and gave you his opinions on each apartment while you looked at their websites.
“that’s not- don’t put words in my mouth. of course i’m happy for you!” he doesn’t look happy though. “you worked so hard, and you deserve it. you deserve to finally have a place of your own. you know that’s what i think.”
“no i don’t know that, minho. i can’t know that if you don’t tell me. what’s wrong then? why are you so upset? you- you encouraged me to apply every time!”
“it’s just real now, it’s real. i don’t- did you ever think that i don’t want to go? i have to go with you. i have to follow you wherever you go, and i don’t have a choice!” the tips of his ears are turning a deep shade of purple and his eyes flicker from black to ruby. “i don’t get a fucking say in that! this may be your home, but it’s mine too, and i don’t want to leave.”
“then don’t. you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i can’t- i can’t just stay here the rest of my life. i don’t want to, that’s not an option for me. i’m sorry minho, but i can’t.”
“you know that’s not how this works. i have to go with you, remember? i can’t stay here no matter how bad i want to! i’m tethered to you.”
“i can’t help that! i didn’t make the rules! it’s not my fault, and i’d fix it for you if i could!” you cry, sitting on your bed and putting your head in your hands. when you look at him again, your eyes are teary. “maybe you should go home, minho. your real home. i think i want to be alone now.” you can’t look at him when you say it.
minho opens his mouth and shuts it, nodding at the ground. by the time you look up again, he’s gone.
it’s been about a month since you moved into your new place, and you’re half convinced you’re never going to see minho again. you haven’t seen him since you left your parents’ home; this is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in years. you miss his presence, but you know how stubborn and hard-headed he can be. you both are. despite that, you know he’s hurt too.
what makes it even worse is that you two were never able to put a name on what you were to each other. it always felt like there was something more under the surface of your friendship. you both felt that way, and you knew that. despite his exterior and matching sarcasm, minho was always affectionate and kind with you. his stay in your closet might have originated with the sole purpose of scaring you every night, but that’s been a lost cause for nearly a decade now. he was quick to hold your hand and squish your cheeks and was even your first kiss in high school. he held you when you cried and went out of his way for you when it seemed like no one else would.
it was easy to fall for minho. he is easy to love and easy to want. his absence from your life is glaring.
getting your new apartment set up was a lonely affair. your parents and some friends helped move you in and get things settled, but your trinkets and clothes and pictures are up to you. hanging up the last of your summer and fall clothes was when it hit you that you’re really alone. no roommate, no parents, no closet monster.
however lonely you might be is coming in handy now. you haven’t gotten off this much in years. you haven’t been able to much with minho staying in your closet, but you’re diligently catching up on all you missed.
the buzz of your vibrator is muffled by the comforter you’re laying under, and you shiver as you cum for what feels like the hundredth time that night. you’re finally starting to sweat, so you throw the blanket off, baring yourself to the fairy lights and four walls of your new bedroom. you shudder weakly one last time, holding down the power button on your vibe and turning it off.
you know you’re not done yet, just taking a break.
as your body takes notice of the chill in the room, your nipples harden. your fingers tap at them for a moment, and in no time you’re ready to go again. the toy you were previously using finds its way back to your cunt, and you turn it on its lowest setting to work yourself up again. it’s easy to do, you’re just so sensitive.
“f-fuck, fuck! minho, i can’t- please,” you cry, head shaking back and forth. you can’t contain the noises coming from your mouth no matter how hard you try, and your hips buck and buck against your hand.
if you had any presence of mind you’d hear the tell-tale sound of your closet door creaking open over the buzzing of your toy; you’d see three ruby-red eyes peering at you from your sea of clothes.
your body wracks with tremors as you bring yourself to your climax once again. your vibrator is soaked, fingers sticky wet. your thighs and the sheets under you are faring no better. you place the vibrator on your thigh to rest and bring your fingers to your cunt to lightly rub at your clit.
“m-minho, my minho,” you mumble. your clit’s so swollen and slippery wet against your pruney fingers. now that your toy is turned off and you’ve calmed down, you’re able to hear the closet door. you’re not even ashamed, just needy, and you focus your gaze towards the door. you know it’s him.
“my jagi,” minho responds quietly from the doorway. his eyes are locked on your face rather than your bare body. it makes you smile.
you reach for him and he comes to you as always. minho climbs onto your bed and wraps you in his arms like you’re not stark naked and sweaty, like he doesn’t smell your arousal.
“you’re here,” you say, caressing his horns as he bucks them lightly against your forehead. “i didn’t- i didn’t think you’d come back.”
“you called for me. you said my name, silly. i’ll always come when you call.” minho nuzzles his nose against yours.
“missed you. i missed you so much, minho.” your arms wrap around him and he rocks you slowly from side to side. minho’s hand slides down to your hip to squeeze the warm, soft skin.
“i missed you, jagi. i was so bored!” he cries, dramatic. “i can see that you certainly found a way to occupy your time.” his eyes flick down to your chest and right back up to your eyes. you grab one of his horns and pull at it to make his head shake and he laughs.
“you be quiet! i’m just… making up for lost time, i guess.”
minho hums. he lowers his face so his nose is only a breath from yours. “i hate that i missed the show,” he whispers. you bite your lip and situate yourself in minho’s strong arms, turning over slightly so you’re on your back so you can slowly spread your legs for him. minho’s hand follows the movement of your thighs, and he grunts when his fingers finally touch the silky wetness that sticks to the inside of them.
“you- you didn’t miss it. i wasn’t done yet,” you breathe. you arch your hips towards him and he finally meets your lips with a kiss. your second kiss, this one much more intense than its predecessor. it heats up quickly, a clash of lips and teeth and tongue. minho’s tongue is longer than yours, a little rougher, but definitely not unwelcomed. his palm kneads at your thigh as his tongue flutters against yours. “touch me, touch me please, minho.”
“greedy thing. i am touching you, jagi.” he cocks his head and it makes you huff. before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and bring it to where you’re craving him. despite how brazen the action was, you’re still sensitive from your previous orgasms, and it makes you hiss. minho’s small fingers play with your cunt as if he’s done it countless times before. you’d laugh if it didn’t feel so damn good. minho knows you better than anyone; it’s not a surprise that he’d just get it from the beginning.
“ahh, shit,” minho mumbles into the sweaty skin of your neck. “so soft. ah, such a wet pussy. how many times did you cum before you called for me?” he rubs at your clit with the pads of his fingers for a moment before bringing them to his mouth to wet. at his first taste of you he grunts, quickly bringing his fingers back down to your cunt.
“u-um, three, maybe? i think? fuck, minho please. i need you to take your clothes off! why am i the only one naked?”
you know minho, you know he wants to tease, but he surprisingly wastes no time in shucking his shirt over his head and pulling his pants down his legs. he goes for his boxers but stops.
“look, it’s a little… ah, how do i say this? different? special?”
you laugh at that. “hello? fucking- special?! minho you have horns on your head and three eyes, i don’t think your dick is going to scare me.”
minho shrugs and laughs with you, finally dropping his boxers and showing you what’s underneath. you’re right, it’s not scary, but it’s not like anything you’ve taken before. it’s thick, ribs and ridges and layers galore with a bulbous head. you bite your lip, reaching out to touch him with gentle fingers. your hand wraps around him and he grunts, lightly thrusting into your fist. it’s already oozing steadily from the tip, making the slide easier for both of you.
“oh, minho, that’s going to feel so good in me,” you breathe. you know it will. minho climbs between your legs and spreads them wide, eyes focusing on where you’re ready and leaking for him. he scoots forward on his knees and grabs the base of his cock, guiding himself to the slit of your cunt. your arms twitch when you feel the texture of him for the first time as he slowly grinds on you; minho’s already got your eyes rolling and he just started.
“oh my god, that feels so f-fucking good. it’s s-so! ‘m s-still sensitive,” you whimper. the ridges on his thick cock rub against you just right. “you’ll make me cum again.”
“yeah? mm, i think i’d like that,” minho hums. he takes both of your ankles in his hands and spreads your legs wider, fucking his cock against the slit of your cunt. there’s barely any friction because you’re so wet. that’s lost to minho though, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, much too busy watching the way your puffy clit catches on the mushroom tip of his cock.
“don’t you want to fuck me? please, see, ‘m ready for you,” you say, bringing your fingers down to your cunt to spread yourself open for minho. “tight too. promise.”
“you promise?” he raises his eyebrows, and his gaze flicks up to your face. “you promise your little cunt’s tight for me?”
you nod your head.
“let me come find out then,” minho hums. he taps the head of his cock one last time against your clit and smirks when your body jolts under him. minho guides his cock to your hole, slowly rubbing the tip against it as a taste of what’s to come. your eyes roll as the thick head slips into your cunt.
“yesss, jagi. you’re so relaxed, that’s perfect. just open up for me, let me in, that’s right. oh, you feel so good around me,” minho breathes. his head hangs low and his arms shake slightly where they’re holding him up.
“b-big, ‘s big, minho, fuck,” you cry. your pussy makes a downright filthy noise as minho thrusts fully into you, and you cover your face with your hands. minho tuts.
“talking to me,” minho mutters, smirking. his hands are quick to tug yours away from your face, holding your wrists together on your stomach. “don’t hide from me, you look at me when i fuck you, hm? keep those pretty eyes right here on me.”
you nod quickly, willing to do almost anything for him at this point. you can’t stop touching him, the cool peach fuzz on his body feels so good against you. minho’s not much better. he can’t keep his hands still either, gliding up and down your body. gripping your thighs, squishing your tits together, holding your hands. he’s missed you.
before you know it, you’re clutching onto his horns while he fucks you into the mattress.
“minho, please! fuck, more. please give me more?”
“i’ll give you everything. you’ll have everything you could ever want,” minho grunts. he complies with your request, fucking you so that you’re almost being pushed up the bed. you really might be if it weren’t for the grip you have on his horns.
“gonna make me cum. g-gonna cum on your cock, minho.”
“yeah? baby, jagi. cum. cum for me now.”
it doesn’t take long with you so sensitive, and soon you’re cumming for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. it might as well be with the way your body is quivering in minho’s hold
“fuck, cumming just for me. pretty, pretty baby.” minho slows his movements, but you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“keep going. fuck me ‘til you cum. i can take it, i’ll be good.” that’s all it takes for minho to gather himself again and work back up to his prior pace. his eyes flash red, and they quickly focus on your chest. your chest is bouncing with the force of his thrusts, and he can’t keep his mouth off of them any longer. minho leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking and teeth nibbling at the little bud.
your grip on his horns slackens for a moment as you throw your head back, but soon you find yourself pressing kisses to them while minho has his fun with you. before you know it, you’re sucking on one like you would his fingers or his tongue or his cock. the curved appendage glides perfectly into your mouth with minho’s head ducked, the slide easy thanks to your spit. you bob your head on it as best you can while on your back, and it has minho panting into the sweaty skin of your chest. one of your hands clutches his shoulder as the other rubs up and down his other horn, stimulating it while your mouth is occupied with its twin.
“i’m- fuck. no one’s ever- oh, jagi. i’m cumming, cumming in this little cunt, shiiiit.”
minho pulls back, and his horn slides from your mouth. you slurp as much of your spit back into your mouth as you can as minho takes hold of your cheeks so that he can see you face while he cums. he’s quiet, short gasps leaving his mouth and stomach caving as he pumps you full of his cum.
he slouches down on top of you when he’s finished and you kiss his head. soon your positions are switched, and minho lays on his back while you curl up beside him.
“you know we have to talk,” you whisper, kissing his chest. minho hums quietly in response and takes hold of your hand that’s resting gently on his stomach.
“tomorrow. we’ll talk tomorrow, hm? just lay here with me tonight.” he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.
you snort at that. “have you ever even slept in a bed before?”
“i’m about to,” minho laughs. he stretches his legs and wriggles down until his head is resting more comfortably on the pillow beneath him. “mm, i think i might like this better than the closet.”
𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 - college au american footballers!lee minho & han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader
wc: 14.3k
cw: some boy x boy action, mc is inexperienced but a secret perv, mc is dumb and forgets what polyamory is, subsequent polyamorous relationship, reader is described to be smaller than minsung, smoking weed, getting drunk, hyunlix are menaces, SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: you’re not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.
a/n: SORRY :D! as usual, smut warnings under the cut :3
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sw: making out when drunk, spit kink (a lot of it), cumplay, making out with cum involved, rimming (m rec), boys kissing, anal fingering (m&f rec), oral (m&f rec), threesome, handjob, A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, minho’s mean but affectionate, painplay, degradation, slight? humiliation, breeding kink, pet names: jagi, baby, kitty, gorgeous
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Throughout high school, and everything that came before it, you were never into sports. You were the girl that got shouted at by the rest of the team in P.E because you’d flinch as soon as the ball came near you. You had a sick note every lesson towards the end of high school. You’d walk the mile instead of run. You just weren’t cut out for physical activity.
It was the same reason you’d been so unpopular in school. Popularity went to the athletes, the girls who were svelte and toned, and although your mother would swear you were beautiful, you never had much luck making friends or getting boyfriends growing up.
Of course, when you came to university, you chose a non-bodily exhausting major. Fine art was a fair bet for you since you’d always been good at drawing, and you decided you could go for something you were skilled at so you could still enjoy the university experience. It was a win win. Then, you’d surprisingly befriended Hyunjin, an ethereal man with the beauty of a model out of a magazine - and then came along Felix, his other best friend who studied computer science. They’d actually helped you lose your virginity with your first - and thus far, only - one night stand. Although the experience was less than enjoyable, more awkward, you were still thankful.
It was a month later that they told you they were both cheerleaders for the American football team. You grinned and said how cool it was. They’d asked you to join. You said no. They were popular, too - always going to parties and events, and you considered that would be your fate if you joined. It was terrifying. This went on for the rest of your first year. The trauma from high school P.E lessons prevented you from even considering it, even while they told you that it wasn’t really that tiring. Cheering was still a sport, and that’s what kept you back from joining.
Until you finally gave in.
“I don’t know, isn’t the skirt a bit… Too short?” You mumbled. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in Hyunjin’s room, letting Felix fiddle with your hair and slide a red and white bow on it. It matched the rest of your uniform, a bright crimson mixed with a more subtle ivory. It was your university’s colours, and the same colours the American football players would wear. Felix was behind you and Hyunjin stood beside you - both in their matching uniforms, skirts and all.
Felix looked like he was about to ascend with the happiness on his face. You felt like you could die from the anxiety.
“It’s meant to be short, darling,” Hyunjin quipped, smoothing down the pleats on your skirt. “You need to look so good for tonight.”
You squeaked. Felix rolled his eyes, glaring at Hyunjin. He’d given away the secret. “What’s tonight?”
Felix sighed. His face appeared next to you in the mirror, half of his hair pulled up with a bow matching yours. His hands stroked down your shoulders with a soft smile, as if he was scared to release this information unto you. You stared at his button nose, covered in freckles, too anxious to look into his eyes. “So… there’s an initiation when you join. Sort of a ritual, it happens every year with the new recruits.”
Hyunjin was now sprawled on his bed, hands fiddling with some rolling papers. A baggie of weed was on his lap, over his pleated skirt. You grimaced at the audacity, despite knowing you were inevitably going to ask for some.
“It’s a party,” Hyunjin said, sprinkling weed into the paper. “It’s nothing terrifying. Just that the new recruits have to all be handcuffed to a member of the football team, and they have to play Truth or Dare to be set free.”
“Well, I just won’t play then,” You decided, nodding your head at the reflection in the mirror. Felix bit his lip, staring at you. Hyunjin’s movements paused. “… What is it?”
“We already nominated you. There’s an uneven number of recruits, too, so… you’re handcuffed to two.”
“Two?! No, you’re both deranged. It’s not happening.” Hyunjin simply raised an eyebrow at your words.
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It was definitely happening. That much was clear when you all arrived at the party, adequately stoned and just as tipsy from your pregaming at Hyunjin’s. You were fiddling with your skirt, trying to pull it down just a bit lower, but Felix slapped your hand away with a playful glare. Felix pushed the door open and entered as if he owned the place. The location of the party was some massive house on campus, full to the brim of sweaty, gyrating bodies in different sports uniforms. You were out of your depth.
Felix and Hyunjin noticed your awkward demeanour almost immediately and dragged you into the kitchen. Once he’d found a bottle of alcohol, Hyunjin poured all three of you vodka shots each to drink. He was hoping it would get you out of your shell, a wistful smile on his plump lips.
You grimaced as the burn hit your throat, nose scrunched. Felix giggled, and then he spun you around, hands on your waist. “Okay, so. We’re going to steal this bottle of vodka, take it into the living room, then you get handcuffed to your American footballers of choice.”
You blinked. “Choice? Who chose?”
“Jihyo,” Hyunjin replied, appearing on your other side. He handed you a plastic cup full of a strange coloured concoction before pushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes.
You knew Jihyo, actually. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and had been nothing but lovely to you since you joined. She’d even saved you the embarrassment of auditioning in front of the vice captain, letting you just cheer in front of her alone with the routine Felix and Hyunjin drilled into you. You hoped she’d be lenient on who she chose for you tonight.
Letting yourself be dragged into the living room by Hyunjin, you clutched your cup to ensure you didn’t spill it with the jostling. It tasted bad, but you drank it anyway, ignoring the taste. It would cure your anxiety - or at least act like a placebo effect.
The living room was even more crowded than the hallway and the kitchen. It had you on edge, fingers quivering around your cup despite Hyunjin and Felix hanging off of your either arm. These were the exact types of parties you hadn’t been invited to in high school, and now you were there. Honestly? It was kind of underwhelming, despite the amount of people.
“Okay, it’s time to meet your two footballers!” Felix sounded excited, almost bouncing. When you turned to him, Hyunjin was standing on his other side with blushing cheeks and a just as excited smile. You sighed. This was going to be awkward. There was a circle of footballers and cheerleaders sitting around in a circle, an empty bottle being spun around and landing on whoever was going to be asked truth or dare. The other new recruits were already handcuffed - oh, no. Were you late?
“You’re late!” Jihyo shrieked, shooting up from her spot on the floor. That answered your question. Her skirt was just as short as yours, which made you feel better. She wore it as if it was meant for her, though. You knew you just looked weird. She flicked her short, dark red hair out of her face before pointing at two males in the circle. “You’re partnered with Jisung and Minho.”
“Who?” You whispered, before Felix giggled loudly.
“Jihyo, that’s evil. Not those two! Especially not Minho!” Felix yelled, making your jaw drop.
You were suddenly very intimidated. You already were, but now the guy you were forced to be handcuffed to was, well… you’d have to ask. “Oh, no. Is he nasty?”
Jihyo shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. “Ask him yourself.”
All of a sudden, you were being pushed down by Jihyo into the large, uneven circle of people into the gap between the two football players. You could literally feel your hands sweating and just hoped to God that the two boys beside you couldn’t feel it. Felix and Hyunjin had moved to the opposite end of the room, not part of the circle but still monitoring the situation. Jihyo kneeled in front of you, fiddling with two sets of handcuffs until they were successfully attached to both of your wrists.
It was time to bite the bullet. You looked to your left as Jihyo was attaching the other end of your handcuffs to one of the football players. You were met with feline-like eyes, plump lips and broad shoulders appearing even broader with the shoulder pads from his uniform. His eyes flitted to you and he looked to be holding back a grin. Were you that ridiculous? The guy was beautiful. It made you feel slightly insecure even just sitting next to him.
Turning to your right, you saw your other assigned football player. You were met with softer features this time - round, chocolate brown eyes and a doll-like mouth, surrounded by the cutest pouty cheeks. Unlike the first guy, this one raised his spare hand with a little ‘hello!’ and you smiled, waving back. He was cute when he smiled at you, his teeth gleaming in the low light. He seemed friendly, so you introduced yourself.
“Hi! I’m Jisung, that one on your other side is Minho. He’s kinda grumpy, but he means well,” Jisung told you, making you giggle. Minho tried to reach over you to swat Jisung, but the handcuffs prohibited his movements. “Damn! Okay, okay, he’s not grumpy.”
“I’m really nice,” Minho said, smiling softly at you. You took a mental note of his cute bunny teeth. “I’m definitely not grumpy. Not to pretty girls, anyway.”
You could literally feel yourself blushing.
“Um, okay,” You blurted. Jisung choked on a laugh. “So, what’s the rules of this whole thing? How do I get set free?”
“You have to drink every time you refuse to answer a question or do a dare. Once you’ve answered five questions or when you’ve done five dares, we get set free,” When you turned to Jisung upon him speaking, it seemed like his face was closer. You blushed. His hair was long but pushed relatively back, and his red and white uniform looked to be cinched around a very slender waist. He was fucking hot. It had you imagining - would they both fuck you if you asked? At the same time? They seemed to come as a package deal. “It’s super simple. I bet it’ll only take, like, an hour.”
“An hour?!” An hour of being locked up to these two sexy men. You’d die.
“Yep,” Jihyo chirped. When she spun the bottle, sitting on the other end of it to you, it landed on you as if she’d planned it. You groaned. Jisung was pouring extra vodka into your cup. “Okay, truth or dare?”
Truth seemed the safest. “Truth.”
“Do you think anyone in this room is sexy?”
A giggle brought your attention to Hyunjin, legs splayed over another football player. You thought it was Chan, one of the Aussies that Felix was close with. “She obviously thinks I’m hot. I mean, everyone does.”
“Hyunjin, shut up,” Minho said, but he sounded fond. Interesting. So your best friends knew these sexy ass guys, and didn’t introduce you to them. How selfish.
“I’m going to have to drink, unfortunately. I don’t really want to make it awkward..” You mumbled, taking a large gulp from your cup. Unfortunately, Jisung had poured vodka in it and nothing else, so you grimaced as the burn travelled down your throat. Jisung giggled again from beside you. Evil. He was evil. “Jisung!”
Jisung only laughed louder, refilling your drink after the massive amount you’d downed. Minho, however, was still staring at you with an unreadable look.
“Really?” He questioned. “You won’t even admit it?”
You blushed. “I-“
“Leave her alone, Lee Minho! If she wants to drink, she can drink,” Felix shouted to your defence. You gave him a smile, very thankful. You didn’t want to be interrogated by the exact person you found sexy. Well, one of the two.
Unfortunately, the rest of the game went quite similar to the first round. You’d be asked a personal question, or told to do a dare that was definitely too unruly for you, and then you’d drink. Always drinking the straight vodka that Jisung gave you had an impact, too - before you knew it, you were slurring your words and your head was fuzzy with the effects of being tipsy. Jisung was laughing at you, just as drunk, and Minho was looking between you two with an amused expression.
Minho being a tease was another thing you managed to work out. You grumbled at one point, yanking on the handcuffs. “Jihyo, can I be let out now? I’ve drunk more than anyone else and ‘m tipsy, please!”
Minho chuckled, inching closer to you. “You don’t wanna be attached to me anymore? That’s a shame.”
“Never said that,” You mumbled, making your own cheeks blush as you looked at your hands. On your opposite side, Jisung was just as tipsy as you and looked to be giggling at something Felix had said. All of the other recruits were free and had left, but there you were - still looking dumb sat cross legged in your little cheerleader skirt.
“Bestie, should we take you and Hyunnie home? I’m sure you can set her free now, Jihyo,” Your eyes flitted to Felix, and then to Hyunjin, utterly stoned next to him. His eyes were a hue of red and he had a permanent smile on his face. He needed food, and then sleep.
Jihyo nodded hesitantly in response to Felix, and with a swift move, she undid your shackles. You were more than thankful to be free, but - oh. You didn’t want to go. You were kind of having fun drinking with Minho and Jisung. They were easy on the eyes, and all.
“I don’t wanna go!” You whined. “Can I stay? Minho and Jisung will look after me, right?” You knew you were slurring your words, but the way Jisung slung an arm around you made you feel content. Minho even laughed, shaking his head in a fond manner.
“We’ll look after her if she wants to keep drinking, Lixie,” Minho said, his tone hushed. “You know we won’t do anything weird.”
Felix shrugged. “I trust you both. Okay, have her back safe later! I’m gonna carry this lug to get food. Jihyo, you coming?”
When the rest of the room left, you suddenly realised that you were left with Minho and Jisung. You’d only met them that night, and in all honesty - it was kind of awkward now that it was just the three of you. Clearly you were the only one feeling the awkwardness, though. Minho stretched out leisurely like a cat, and Jisung was already in pursuit of a few ciders he found in the corner.
“So, my vote is that me and you wind down with a few ciders, and then Minho rolls us a joint,” Jisung chirped, settling in closer to you. “I’m so buzzed right now, I’m having such a good time. Hey, why have I never seen you around before? You’re friends with Lix and Hyunjin.”
“Ah, parties aren’t really my whole thing. I’m… I’m not very good with lots of people in one place, to be honest,” You felt like you were admitting way too much, too quickly, but Jisung nodded in agreement.
“I’m the same. It’s a bitch, but I’m glad you joined cheerleading. You can knock back vodka like a pro! Even Minho thought so,” Jisung points at Minho. He’d been quiet until now, but the tips of his ears burned a tell-tale crimson.
“It was quite impressive, I have to admit,” Minho nodded. “What made you join cheerleading? Sorry about the twenty-one questions, but you didn’t answer any during the game.”
“Yeah. That’s to do with the whole ‘not good at talking to people’ thing, y’know? But… Now that it’s just the three of us, I think that I’m okay,” You gushed, words slightly slurring together. The two footballers nodded their heads understandingly anyway, Jisung handing you an opened cider. You took the drink gratefully, sipping on the bitter apple taste. “Hyunjin and Felix convinced me to join, to answer your question. I wasn’t a big sports person in school.”
“Same here. I used to do boxing, but never football,” Minho leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. Jisung still sat cross-legged, much closer to you than Minho was. “I only really took up football in my senior year of high school, because I knew I wanted to come here and they have a pretty good football team.”
You nodded, humming. “What about you, Jisung?”
“I’ve always played,” He swigged back a large amount of cider. His fingers played with a loose thread on his uniform top nervously, until Minho swatted his hand away. Jisung giggled, then carried on talking. “Me and my elder brother play. It’s kind of a family thing, I suppose. Hey, Minho, what’s the status of that joint?”
Minho groaned, stretching his arms above his head. “My weed’s in our room,” Minho’s eyes flickered between you and Jisung, and then he bit his lip. Bunny teeth dug into plush skin, and you found your eyes settled directly on it. Minho soothed the bite with his tongue, and then he nodded decisively. “Do you wanna come up and get high, watch a movie with us? No funny business, I promise.”
You shrugged. The alcohol had made you considerably less shy. “Why not? I chill with Felix and Hyunjin like this a lot, it’s all good.”
“Yay! You’re actually going to roll one?” Jisung looked elated, grinning at Minho. Minho sighed, standing up.
“Why don’t you just roll one yourself, Ji?” You elbowed Jisung playfully. You had no idea where the nickname came from, but Jisung pouted anyway at your statement.
“I can’t roll. I’m so bad at it. Do you roll?”
You tried to suppress a smile, but it was impossible around these two. “No. Hyunjin rolls for me.”
“God! You’re both like weed princesses. Like pillow princesses, but with weed,” Minho’s fake-insult made you and Jisung fall about in a fit of giggles. “C’mon. I may have something that you can wear, so that you’re more comfortable.”
You and Jisung stumbled up the stairs behind Minho, still giggling when you arrived at their room. It was bigger than you expected, two twin beds pushed apart with one side of the room reasonably clean. You assumed that was Minho’s, because the other side contained an unmade bed and rap artist posters that just screamed Jisung’s energy to you. There was quite a large TV situated in the middle of the room, between the two beds and pushed against the wall.
“Are we pushing the beds together?” Jisung asked, as if this was a normal occurrence. Minho hummed dismissively, starting to dig through one of his drawers. Jisung started moving the beds in front of the TV just as Minho pulled out a decent looking t-shirt and shorts, passing them to you.
“You can change in here, we’ll turn around. I’ve gotta roll us a joint anyway,” You nodded at Minho’s words. You watched as Minho walked over to the desk, back facing you and you wiggled out of your uniform. You had to remember to bring that home the next day - it was the first game tomorrow.
It hit you that you were in the shared room of two boys you’d met for the first time that night. Jisung was laid on the bed solemnly with his eyes shut so he couldn’t see you, and Minho was facing away while he rolled the joint. They were respectful, but nonetheless this was so, so out of character for you - you were even putting one of their t-shirts on while you were having an internal breakdown. Weirdly, you trusted them. They were open, friendly with you from the get go.
“I never do stuff like this,” You admitted, blushing. When you finally turned around, now fully clothed, Jisung was only in pyjama bottoms. You had to avoid the urge to freak out because where was he hiding that body? He was broad but lean, the hint of abdominal muscles on his tummy. He was sexy, and his waist was just as slender as you thought. You shrugged it off anyway, and Minho turned to face you, licking the joint. That almost also caused an internal freak out, because why is he keeping eye contact while he’s licking it like that?
“Like what?” Minho mumbled, staring at his work of art.
“I’m normally first to leave the party. I never stay late and chill with people in their homes. I’m just… not like that.”
“I get it,” Jisung agreed, shifting on the bed sheets. He patted a space next to him and you climbed onto the makeshift double bed obediently, laying down with your hands folded over your tummy. “It’s the people thing, right? But, you’re being bold. We’re about to get high. The most important thing is… are you having fun?”
Were you? God, you were. Two attractive men were about to smoke weed with you, one of your all time favourite pastimes to get rid of your anxiety, and you were going to chill and watch a movie too. That’s your top idea of fun. You found yourself smiling, nodding up at Jisung, to which he smiled back. He understood.
When you finally turned away from Jisung after a second too long, Minho had changed too, into some grey shorts and a t-shirt. You stared at his thighs while he cracked open a window, and then he was on the bed in front of you.
“The guest of honour should light the joint,” He mused, handing it to you. “It’s the rules.”
“Um.. I need an ashtray. Is it really okay to smoke in here, like-“
“Everyone in this house smokes in their rooms,” Jisung comforted you. After that, he was handing you a small transparent dish. “Ash it in here. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
The first inhale of the joint was delicious. You much preferred being high and open minded than drunk and open minded - it was more fun that way. You tended to just brush things off with a laugh rather than overthink them. After a few tokes, you passed it to Minho, and he asked the most important question.
“What film should we watch?” Jisung looked at you. You looked at Jisung, and then you were both looking at Minho. Minho sighed, exhaling smoke in your direction. “You’re both going to make me choose.”
“Yup!” Jisung chirped, snatching the joint out of Minho’s hand. Minho grumbled, displeased but still smiling as he reached for the remote. Within a few minutes, he’d clicked on some random comedy film on Netflix. The joint was passed around until the room was sufficiently hazy and all three of you were laying on the bed, you in the middle.
You felt a little trapped, but not in a claustrophobic sense. The boys were so, so close to you, and even though you three were all relaxed and laughing at the film, the secret pervert inside of you couldn’t help but rear its head. You could make out with them right now. You won’t, but you could. It’d be way too bold for you to do that, and-
“We should make out,” Jisung’s voice cut through the giggles. Minho swatted him, still laughing but chiding as if Jisung was a child. You, however, were wide-eyed.
“M-Make out?”
“Making out is better when you’re high,” Minho explained, his cheeks blazing red from the effects of the weed. “He always asks me to make out too.”
You blinked. Your eyes flitted between the two men, Jisung still gazing at you. “You two..?”
“We make out all the time. Sometimes we fuck, no strings attached. It’s fun,” Jisung said, shifting on the bed so that he was closer to you. “You wanna make out?”
Could you? You’d been extremely bold, and that was even further than bold. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking of it all night, though, and if Hyunjin and Felix could see you now, they’d be so proud.
You answered Jisung’s question by grabbing his head, one hand on the back of it and yanking him down to kiss you. He squeaked in surprise, but he was quick to let his tongue press into your mouth, pouty lips wet against yours. He was half-laying on top of you, the position a little awkward but God, he was right. It felt so much better making out with someone when you were high. You let your tongue press against his, the kiss more of a sloppy exchange than a real, precise kiss.
You pulled away with a wet noise, humming. “‘S better, you were right.”
“Yeah?” Jisung asked, his eyes trained on your lips. “Again, then?”
“Yeah.” This time, he was initiating the kiss, his hands going to your waist. His touch was light, but you squirmed to feel more of his hands on top of you. You wanted more, especially when his teeth lightly nipped on your bottom lip and his lips sucked your tongue into his mouth. It was filthy, and it had something burning in your gut in the most delicious way.
“You two look fucking amazing,” Minho. You’d kind of forgotten he was there. When you pulled away again, you turned, staring at him. His eyes were dark and his cute teeth were biting into his bottom lip again, looking pillowy and plush.
“Min,” You murmured, grabbing his hand. Jisung let out a puff of air, amused. “C’mere. I wanna kiss you too.”
“You sure?” Minho asked, but he was already moving from his place on the pillows to where you were, just a bit further down. Jisung moved off of you, obediently letting Minho take his place. Minho’s hand came up to your face, one thumb swiping along your bottom lip. It was still wet from Jisung’s mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you. You’ve had too much to drink, and smoke… But I’ll make out with you, is that okay?”
“Mm, yeah. This is super bold for me,” You giggled. In the same breath, you took Minho’s thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, just a soft suction, but Minho still sighed deeply, eyes trained on your mouth.
“I think you’re sexy when you’re bold. You’re cute otherwise, too,” Jisung chimed in, making you smile. Before you could answer, Minho was leaning down, his dark hair tickling your forehead as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. He was more calculated than Jisung, his hand that was on your face previously now enveloped in your hair, pulling the strands just a little. It made you whine against his mouth, squirming, and he replied with a bite to your lip. “Is it good? He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?”
You hummed, still pulling Minho in for more. His shoulders were shaking as if he wanted to laugh at how eager you were, but he continued with kissing you filthily instead. When you started to squirm again, he pulled away, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down instead.
“I think you need a little more,” He mused, nose still brushing against yours. His eyes were enrapturing, as if they held a thousand secrets behind them. You wanted to know more about him, and more about the cute Jisung who was just as anxious as you. Could you be greedy and have them both?
“I want more,” You agreed, nodding. Minho hummed, and then he was collecting spit in his mouth. He let it drop into yours, and you heard Jisung whine, before he was shimmying back towards you. He gently pushed Minho out of the way, and you kept Minho’s spit on your tongue as if you knew what Jisung wanted to do.
“Oh my God, ‘s so hot,” You heard Jisung mumble, before he was pressing his lips against yours again. You felt him lick the collected spit out of your mouth, before he was pushing his own onto your tongue. He sucked your tongue again, whining into the kiss. You could feel something moving on the bed, and eventually, you worked out it was Jisung pushing his hips into the mattress impatiently. When he pulled away, his lips went to your neck instantly, sucking a deep red mark into your collarbone.
“Sungie,” Minho mumbled. “You need to calm down. She’s drunk a lot tonight. Maybe another time, yeah?”
Jisung looked at Minho with stars in his eyes. You nodded, hands gripping Jisung’s biceps. His skin was delicate, honey-toned and muscly, showing the effects of the sport he played. He was fucking sexy. You wanted Minho to be shirtless too. “Another time,” You agreed. “I want you both another time. Can I…? Is that too much, I-”
“We want you too,” Jisung turned to you, his forehead pressed against yours. Now that he was closer again, you let your legs spread, welcoming him to press against you. He was hard, solid in his cute pyjama bottoms, and you wanted to whine. “We want to have you. But, tonight isn’t the best idea. You may regret it.”
“I’d never regret it-”
“Gorgeous girl,” Minho cooed at you, soft as he pressed a kiss into your hairline. They were both enveloping you, warm, soft bodies that were just as toned as they were delicate. Your heart rate was so fast you were convinced you could die. “Gorgeous fucking girl. We’ll take you another time, yeah? Not tonight. You can sleep tonight.”
All of a sudden, sleep sounded amazing. You let yourself hum in agreement, and Jisung moved off of you, curling around your side. “‘M actually quite sleepy, yeah.”
“Thought so,” Minho chuckled, sidling up to your other side. He let you wiggle closer, head on his chest, and Jisung followed you, his chest pressed up against your back. It was comfortable, cosy on the two beds pushed together. “Go to sleep, gorgeous. We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”
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You woke up delirious. You could feel your head pulsating with the beginning of a hangover, and you were just so confused - where were you?
It only took one look at Jisung, lips parted and soft snores coming from his chest to remind you. Oh, yeah. You looked towards your other side, seeing Minho stretched out and full, heavy breaths reverberating around the room from his deep slumber. You’d made out with them both. You didn’t feel any regret, either. You’d done something that was so unusual for you, and it had worked out brilliantly. You’d had the best time.
You knew you’d be embarrassed when they woke up, though. You managed to detangle yourself from the two boys, wiggling out of the makeshift bed and finding your uniform quite easily. You’d tried to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of sheets rustling from the bed caught your attention.
“You’re leaving?” Minho. You turned around, blinking at him. He looked almost insecure, leaning up on his hands and tilting his head at you in question. “Do you… regret what happened?”
Shaking your head quickly, you moved back to the bed. You let one hand caress his cheek and he leaned into the touch, eyes soft and bleary from sleep. “I don’t regret it at all, Min. I had the best time. I just… I need to get home, and see Hyunnie and Lix, you know? But, um…” You felt awkward, anxious again. One look at Minho convinced you that you didn’t have to be. “I want to see you both again. Is that… a little weird? I just, I really enjoyed, and I-”
“Absolutely,” Minho agreed. He moved to sit closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “Give me your phone.”
You blinked. Where was it? Digging through your uniform, you found it tucked into one of the inside pockets of the skirt, and you triumphantly handed it to him. You watched him make two contact names, and send both a quick ‘hi’ text so that they had your number, too. It was still shocking. You couldn’t quite believe it. Could you be greedy, and have both? Jisung was still asleep and snoring, and you found yourself smiling at him. He was bundled up in the blanket like a little burrito.
Minho handed your phone back, kissing your forehead. “Let me know when you get home safe.”
You practically ran out of the house, in all honesty. You were still dressed in Minho’s clothes, and once you’d slid your shoes back on, you started to walk back to your own home. You were pretty sure it wasn’t a long walk, and it wasn’t, all things considered - you were back home within five minutes, and you swung the door open.
Wait. It was unlocked? It was unlocked the whole night, while you’d been out acting like a fucking celebrity, and now someone had probably broken in, and-
You tiptoed into the living room, almost terrified, and then you saw Hyunjin and Felix. Both were eating cup noodles, staring at the TV where some random drama was on. Do hangovers just not exist for those two? Why hadn’t they even text, to see how you were? What the fuck was wrong with them?
“You’re home!” Felix said, cheerful as always. You furrowed your eyebrows, staring between the two. They have their own homes. Why were they there? They were showered, wet hair visible and with fresh clothes on. Your clothes, you noted. The t-shirt was a little too tight on Hyunjin’s shoulders.
“Why aren’t you at your own fucking houses, guys?” You scoffed, sprawling on the sofa. Your head landed on Hyunjin’s lap, and he spoonfed you a serving of noodles. You chewed it happily. You did love them, deep down.
“You’re confident after last night,” He mused. With his spare hand, he yanked down your - no, Minho’s t-shirt, and you were too slow to stop him from seeing it. Bright as day, the mark that Jisung had sucked into your skin was darkening as the time went on, a perfect giveaway of what you’d been up to the night before. “Oh my God. Felix, look!”
Felix leaned over, the three of you intertwined like a pretzel, and then his jaw dropped. “Oh my God. Who- which one was that?!”
You felt almost smug as you sat up, pulling the t-shirt back into place. “That was Jisung.”
Hyunjin gasped. Felix was grinning, wide and blinding. “That leads me to believe you may have had fun with both of them, right?” Hyunjin giggled, poking at your side. You scoffed, kicking him in the leg.
That brought back your anxiety, however. You’d had fun with both of them, made out with both of them, and they were both fucking gorgeous and so, so kind to you. They both seemed interested. They had to be, or why would they both kiss you? “Um… Yeah, I did, but… I want to see them both again. I can’t, though, like… it’s not logical.”
Felix tilted his head to the side. “Why not, sweetie?”
“Because there’s two of them? Like, what kind of a question is that-”
“What kind of a person are you if you’ve never heard of polyamory?” Hyunjin berated you through a mouthful of noodles. Your eyebrows raised in shock. He had a point. That had never even crossed your mind. “I mean, they have their own thing going on. They’re soulmates, everyone knows that.”
“But.. they’re not together. Sungie told me it was just a no-strings-attached type of thing-”
“Sungie?!” Felix squealed. “That’s so- so cute!”
Hyunjin glared at Felix, trying to get him to shut up so he could speak. “They’re soulmates, but they’re not together. It’s like best friend soulmates, except they make out and fuck sometimes. It makes sense for them both wanting to date the same girl is what I’m saying,” Hyunjin shrugged as if you’d thought of this before. You felt dumb. Why hadn’t you thought of that, actually? “The game’s tonight, too. You’ll see them again.”
“So… I should go for it?” You asked, feeling slightly insecure. You’d gone for it last night, and nothing ended badly. Could you do it again, though?
“Absolutely,” They both agreed, literally at the same time. You sighed, before nodding. You could do this. But you’d forgotten to text Minho, so that had to happen first.
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[11:31am] Minho: Looking forward to seeing your ass in that skirt again tonight.
That text had been running circles in your head all day. Felix and Hyunjin had screamed when you showed them what he’d said. If anyone asked, you’d never admit that you’d put on some nice pink lace underwear underneath your skirt just in case. You felt a blush spread across your face as you reread his text.
A feeling of anticipation spread through you as you waited for the game to start. Cheerleaders were meant to take to the field first, and then the footballers would come on afterwards. It wasn’t a serious game, just one of the preliminary ones against another university team that could be considered as amateur. You could still feel your heart rate picking up as you all flooded onto the field, Felix dragging you along with his arm wrapped around yours comfortingly. The pom poms were literally almost slipping from your hands with how nervous you were, clammy and hot under the stadium lights.
As it wasn’t a serious game, the stands weren’t that full, which made you feel a little more relaxed. Jihyo had chosen this game for you to start for a reason, clearly. You were still yet to get used to having eyes on you, eagerly awaiting a cheer to sprout from your mouth. It was anything but ideal, and you would have rather been anywhere else at that moment.
Thankfully, your cheer routine to introduce the game went without a hitch and Hyunjin high fived you afterwards. When the subsequent clapping and cheers from the stalls died down, you nervously anticipated the footballers’ arrivals. They were like kings in your university, after all, and now you’d found yourself embroiled in something sexy and almost… heartfelt with two of them. You felt a little bit silly. You were definitely reading too much into things too quick.
Then, the captain arrived. Chan was someone you were vaguely familiar with, since he was extremely close with Hyunjin and you’d actually seen him the night before. He didn’t spare any of you a second glance as he bounced onto the field, the cheers starting back up again, but you hadn’t expected anything different. In all honesty, you’d expected Jisung and Minho to ignore you all, too, because it was game time. They needed to have their game faces on, quite literally. Waving at the cheerleaders would distract from that.
You could literally hear Felix and Hyunjin both snickering at you as your two love interests bounded onto the field. You elbowed them both sharply, making Hyunjin groan and attempt to fight back before Felix was yanking him back by his hair.
Surprisingly, Jisung halted on his journey across the field. He was almost directly in front of you. You stared at him with a confused expression while he used his hand to cover the massive lights dotted around the university stadium, spinning around in a circle until he saw you. Your expression quickly morphed into shock as he dropped his helmet on the floor, grabbing Minho by the arm and bounded over to you.
“You left before I woke up,” He pouted, out of breath from running. Minho was just snickering beside him, arms crossed over his chest with his red helmet still in hand. You gaped, jaw dropped.
“I- Jisung, you have a game to play,” You hissed, pom poms now dangerously close to slipping from your sweaty hands. Jisung simply laughed, inching closer to you.
“Don’t care. Can I come over after the game? Minho’s busy with an assignment, he’s such a smarty pants,” Jisung reeled off statements, each one as quick as the last one. Minho just watched him, staring at you both with an amused look. You just stood there, staring at Jisung. Felix and Hyunjin were giggling. You could hear them. Pricks. Everyone on the stalls had started to murmur amongst themselves, wondering why two of the star players were talking to some random cheerleader. “Oh my God, I know I’m being weird but stop staring at me. I promise I’ll shower before I come over.”
“Jisung! Yes, you can come over but people are starting to stare, please go to your team-”
“Alright! See you later,” In the most shocking turn of events to date, in all of history actually, was that Jisung pressed a sweet peck to your lips and skipped back to his team. That was bad enough. What made matters even worse was Minho kissing you, too, just as chaste as Jisung’s kiss. He ruffled your hair and followed Jisung off to the other end of the field.
“Well, that answers our question,” Felix said, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re all dating.”
Hyunjin swatted Felix, still staring in the direction of Minho and Jisung. “Don’t say that. They need to actually ask her first. She’s not settling for less than that, you know?”
Unsurprisingly, the boys won. Minho and Jisung were grinning at you when the score was official, 22-16 to your university. You watched wordlessly as they bounced towards the locker room, everyone cheering and slapping each other on the backs. You knew what would happen now. Jisung would shower, and then he’d wait for you outside for you to get changed, too.
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“I got loads of sweets from the vending machine,” Jisung babbled once you reached your front door. You had wondered what the plastic carrier bag in his hand was, slapping off of his jogger-clad leg while you walked home. “I wanted to show you this super cool documentary I found. It’s about this really small cat, but it’s really brave. Minho liked it.”
He was so fucking endearing. He was still going on about the documentary as you just smiled and nodded, leading him to your room. Your room was slightly embarrassing, something you noted as he stepped inside of it. It was very pink, very girly and the double bed had multiple cute pillows scattered all over it. He picked up a heart shaped one anyway, sprawling on the bed with it clutched tightly to his chest.
“So,” you began, throwing yourself onto his bed next to him. You were glad you’d taken comfortable clothes to change in after the game - you still had the nice underwear on, y’know, just in case. “Tell me more about this little cat.”
“Oh my God,” Jisung gushed, thrashing around as if he couldn’t handle how cute the cat was. You giggled, grabbing his arm to stabilise him. “It’s this little cat. He's so tiny, but he’s really brave. He’s all spotty too, like a little leopard. He’s so cute but he’s really daring. It- it kind of-” Jisung trailed off, staring at the wall.
He was getting shy. You rubbed your hand over his arm, smiling softly. “Kind of what, Sungie?”
“Kind of reminded me of you,” Jisung mumbled. His hands clenched around the pillow. “Like, it was really cute, but so brave. I showed it to Minho this morning, and - he agreed. It’s like you. You’re so brave, and cute, and you’re quite small, too. Smaller than us, I mean. You were really brave last night. I could tell you’re kinda shy, but you still spoke to us, and opened up to us. It was nice to see. I’m- I’m interested in you. I like you, I guess, we both do. I know it’s early, but-”
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was wide-eyed, fingers tight on the pillow. You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his. “I am shy. But I don’t feel that shy around you and Min, because… I guess I like you too. I enjoyed last night way too much to be healthy. It is early, but I’ve decided I don’t care.”
“Yay,” Jisung mumbled, and then he was kissing you again. He threw the pillow to the side, hands enveloping in your hair and pulling you closer. Kissing Jisung was like heaven. It just felt right, and it felt like a reward both times you’d done it. You wanted to do it a lot more. When your thigh shifted to get closer to him, to feel him more, you felt a solid obtrusion in your way. You blinked, forehead against his so you could stare down at his pants.
“You’re hard..?” You questioned, staring at the sizable tent in Jisung’s trousers. He blushed crimson at your statement, and yanked on his trousers to try and cover it.
“Yeah, I’m hard because you’re fucking hot,” He mumbled, looking up at you with dark, round eyes. You tilted your head, confused.
“I’m… hot?”
“You’re even hotter because you don’t know it!” He huffed, finally giving up on hiding it. He sprawled back against your bedsheets, hair fanned around his head. Now that he’d stopped moving, you could really look at it. It was clearly hard, length pressed tightly against his joggers and a spot of precum leaking through onto the grey fabric. “I came over just to talk to you, just to chill and tell you about that cute cat, and now… my dick is fucking hard.” He sounded distraught, and you giggled. Time to bite the bullet, yet again.
“Want me to help?” You asked, shifting so that you were on top of his lap. He jolted, hands coming to grab your hips with wide eyes. He moved so that he was leaning up against your pillows, and his t-shirt rose a little with the movement, exposing that delicious honey toned skin. Your eyes were fixated on it immediately. “I want… I want to fuck you, so bad. I can ride you. If you want.”
Jisung huffed again, blowing hair out of his face with the puff of air. “We can’t. Minho will want to be here the first time all three of us fuck properly.”
“Oh?” That was cute, actually. It was nice knowing that he did like you as much as you liked him, this quick, after just one night of chatting and making out. You were all down bad, all three of you. “I can jerk you off though, right?” You were talking a lot of smack for someone who’d never actually jerked off a guy before.
“Oh God, yes, please,” He whimpered, and you rolled your hips down on top of him teasingly. It made him gasp, before he was pushing you off, yanking his joggers down impatiently. You almost choked on air in shock - no wonder you could see everything, the fucker had gone commando after his post-game shower. He gripped his cock, a tight ring around the base as if to show you just how hard it was. When you looked at him, now positioned on his thighs, his eyes were watery and pleading.
“I… I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me. Tell me what you like, ‘kay?” You ordered, and Jisung nodded, releasing his cock so you could grab it yourself. The head peeked out from beneath his foreskin, wet with precum and dripping onto the smattering of pitch black hair at his base. It was thick, not overly long but a perfect length, actually. It had you dripping into your nice panties, and you internally grimaced. They’d be ruined after this. You wanted him to see the effect he had on you, and you gripped his shaft tightly, pumping experimentally.
“Oh,” Jisung whined, “tighter around the head. And- and, please, spit on it, make it wet, I-” You obliged, spitting on the head and wrapping your fingers around it just a bit tighter. It was noisy after that, making a slick noise every time you got to the head and pulled a bit more. His hips were kicking up, fucking up into your fist as he let out unabashed whines.
“You sound so pretty,” You admitted, kissing his cheek. He managed to catch you in a kiss, whimpering as your tongue swiped over his. His eyes were even glassier when you pulled back, clear tears adorning the dark chocolate colour. “I want to fuck you so bad, Jisung.”
“Yeah? You do?” Jisung asked, his hands reaching out to grab your wrist firmly. You barely managed to continue pumping past his tight grip, grinning when you saw the head of his cock get wetter. You gasped as you felt his grip on your wrist tighten even more, the pleasure-pain radiating through your body. You felt an electric shock when you felt his breath on your neck, his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses as you continued to pump his erection. You watched his thighs clench, partially obscured by the fabric caught beneath you, and his eyes shut as he let out an incoherent moan. “I’m- gettin’ there. Gonna cum soon, gonna-”
It was sloppy and messy, but you didn’t care. You felt yourself getting wetter the more you pumped, and Jisung moaned in response. His thighs clenched and unclenched as he got closer and closer to orgasm, and you knew he was about to cum. All of a sudden, you had a wanting inside of you to taste his cock, and you shifted down his legs to engulf the head in your mouth. It had a slight salty taste, not unpleasant but unfamiliar. The look on Jisung’s face was worth it. His eyes were wide, jaw dropped as you swirled the tongue over his head.
“Oh, yeah, look at me,” You obliged, looking up with doe eyes as you sucked harshly on his cockhead. You used your hand to continue pumping, and as if it was unexpected, he gasped and let out a loud whine. “So beautiful, what the fuck? I can’t handle it- oh. Oh, I’m cumming-”
The taste flooded your mouth, hot cum hitting your tastebuds. Again, it wasn’t unpleasant, just unfamiliar. You had many plans to get used to the taste. Jisung’s hand clutched your head as he writhed throughout his orgasm, deep sighs and pants coming from his lips. You ran your tongue around him one more time, before pulling off and smiling at him.
“Jeez, that was- what? You swallowed?” You nodded. Were you not meant to? You thought you were. Jisung whined, covering his face with his hands. “That’s so sexy. You’re so sexy. Can I eat you out, please?”
“Is that… will Minho be okay with that?” You replied, but you still let Jisung push you back into your sheets. Jisung nodded, yanking down your trousers. You’d almost forgotten about the underwear. The second delicate, pink lace met Jisung’s eye, his jaw dropped, and he was gasping as if he’d only just finished his match.
“Is it… does it match?” Jisung asked, and you nodded. You hesitantly grabbed your shirt, yanking it up to show the pink balcony bra that matched your thong. Jisung looked like he’d seen God, eyes wide and almost comical with the way his soft cock was pressed against the sheets. He was looking at you like you hung the fucking moon. “I gotta FaceTime Minho. Can I? He’s gonna fucking die if I show him this.”
“Woah-” You jolted as Jisung reached over, grabbing his phone from the joggers at the end of the bed. You got a nice view of his ass as he bent over, peachy and with a cute little hole begging to be teased. Okay. You’d need to address that mentally later. “You can call him, but isn’t he working?”
“Yeah, but he’ll wanna see this,” Jisung mumbled. You watched him flick through contacts until he was phoning the other counterpart to your love triad, and it only took two rings for Minho to answer. “Minho. Look.”
You wanted to hide, exposed with your top pulled up above your tits and your core clenching around nothing. Jisung hadn’t even given Minho a chance to speak, but you could hear Minho’s sharp inhale of breath through the phone.
“You better not have fucked her, Sungie.”
“No, he- we didn’t have sex, Min, promise,” You said, urgently trying to make sure the other man wasn’t angry at you. Jisung flipped the camera around again, nodding solemnly at him. “He- he wants to, um…”
“I wanna eat her out, and I’m going to. You wanna see, hyung?” Jisung was cocky when he said it, waiting for Minho’s reply with a raised eyebrow. You were baffled - you could’ve sworn you’d never heard Jisung address Minho like that. Perhaps it was only a bedroom thing? Minho obviously gave his affirmation to seeing you, because Jisung handed you the phone. You were kind of hazy from the whole conversation, and you looked confusedly at the camera when it showed you and not Jisung settling between your legs.
“Hey, gorgeous. You look tasty,” You giggled at Minho’s words. He had glasses perched on his nose and his hair was pushed back, a casual grey hoodie over his shoulders. He was so fucking cute. “Wanna turn the camera so I can see Sungie eating that pussy?”
“Mm, yeah, okay,” Jisung was nosing over your underwear when you flipped the camera around, and you obediently kept it at an angle where Minho could see your tummy and your lace-covered core. He groaned when his eyes focused on the expanse of your skin, soft under the lighting of your bedroom.
“Sungie’s really good with his tongue, gorgeous,” Minho said, and you hummed. You’d never been eaten out before and you were on edge, thighs shaking. On Jisung’s phone, you could see where the camera had started to shake from your nerves and Minho’s hand had crept into his trousers.
“Min, I wanna see you,” You groaned, head falling back against your pillows. Jisung snickered between your legs, and then he was hooking his thumbs into your underwear, pulling them down. Minho shook his head, groaning at the sight of your swollen clit pressing against Jisung’s lips.
“You can see me another time, I need to see that pussy. Is she wet, Sungie?”
Jisung ran his tongue through your folds and you jolted, legs automatically spreading wider. The sensation was so intimate, so personal and so fucking hot. “She’s fuckin’ soaked, hyung. Tastes amazing,” Jisung murmured. Then, like a man starved, he was diving into your folds. His tongue drew zigzags along your slit, licking up the accumulated slick and letting it lube your clit when he got to it. Pouty lips wrapped around the little button and sucked hard, and you whined, hips bucking into his mouth.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Minho asked, and you hummed, eyes fixated on the mop of dark hair between your legs. Jisung looked up at you, eyes round and blown with lust, and you felt yourself gush onto his tongue. Minho groaned, clearly feeling the effects of seeing Jisung’s eyes so dark. “Tell me how it feels, jagi. I want to know what he’s doing.”
Jagi? Oh God, you could die. “It’s- he’s licking my, um, hole, and then he’s licking my clit, and it’s- ah, ‘s so good, so good, never had this before, I-“
“No one’s ever eaten that sloppy cunt before?” Minho questioned, and you moaned, letting out a small confirmation. Jisung was ravenous, head bobbing as he let you ride his tongue with the bucks of your hips. “That’s a shame, jagi. You’ve got us now, yeah? Jisung loves eating pussy.”
“I do,” Jisung added, pulling away. Then, two fingers breached your entrance and Jisung was curling them up, rubbing right against your g-spot. You hadn’t even managed to reach this spot when you were alone, let alone with the one guy you’d slept with, and you let out a squeal, almost dropping the phone. Jisung hissed, kitten licking over your clit. “This pussy’s tight, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Minho’s voice was strained all of a sudden, and you watched as he threw his head back against his computer chair. “I can’t wait to fuck you, jagi. I can’t wait to fuck you, and I’m gonna- gonna fuck you raw, and-“
“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum if you keep talking,” You whined, thrashing around on Jisung’s fingers. He didn’t pump his fingers, only rubbing his fingertips against your g-spot and sucking over your clit. It was like he knew your body, playing it like it was an instrument until it made the most beautiful noise.
Minho groaned, and Jisung had the biggest grin on his face as he watched you get closer to your climax. “Yeah? You like the idea of me fucking you raw? Maybe- maybe I’ll fucking breed that cunt, yeah?”
“You’re kinda dirty, y’know, about to cum to the idea of hyung breeding you,” Jisung mumbled, but the look on his face signified he knew what he was doing. You clenched on his fingers and let out a stuttered breath, just balancing precariously on the edge of your orgasm. “Maybe I’ll fuck you raw too. Then you can have both of our loads dripping out of this cunt, yeah?”
That did it for you. The idea of them both taking you raw, fucking you until their cum spurts inside of you, both loads of cum - you wailed, sent headfirst into your orgasm. You had stars dancing all over your clenched shut eyes, the arousal leaking over Jisung’s fingers in the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, including when you’d make yourself cum. Oh, well. You’d just have to come back for more.
When you opened your eyes, Jisung slid his fingers out of you with a wet noise, popping them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Heavy breathing directed your attention to Minho who still sat on the call, but now with his chest heaving and cum splattered on his hoodie. He grimaced, looking down at the fabric.
“Oh, no,” Jisung whined, staring up at you. You raised an eyebrow in question. “I didn’t even get to take your bra off!”
You giggled, kicking him playfully. “Are you a boob guy, Sungie?”
“Yes! Minho likes ass, I like tits. That’s why you need us both.”
You rolled your eyes. “I guess I can’t argue with that reasoning.”
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Your life was turning out to be a fairytale.
You hadn’t seen the boys for a week at that point, the night of yet another party. You insisted you weren’t going, but of course Hyunjin was Hyunjin and had roped you into the tightest skirt you owned and made you come. It was only made relatively comfortable by the fact you, Minho and Jisung had been texting in your recently made groupchat, and they’d be attending the party too. You could hopefully sneak away from the party with them, since you knew it wasn’t Jisung’s preferred scene either.
You pulled at the hem of the skirt, reminding you of the way you had behaved the night you first met your love interests. Hyunjin swatted your hands away this time, and Felix threw a pair of fishnet tights at your head.
“Put these on,” He commanded you. “Minho will go insane.”
He did, when you’d arrived. Felix and Hyunjin had made a beeline for the kitchen when you got to the massive house - which you now knew was Minho and Jisung’s, along with the rest of the football team. You’d wanted to psych yourself up a bit, get yourself ready to see the boys, but you’d come face to face with them as soon as you’d entered the room.
“Oh,” Jisung blurted, eyes trained directly on your thighs. Minho was engrossed in conversation with Chan, but when Jisung grabbed him by the arm to turn him towards you, his jaw dropped. His eyes scanned down your body, completely bypassing the skirt and fixating on your semi-exposed legs.
It had you staring at him, too. You had Jisung in a sexual context, but you were yet to see what was hidden between Minho’s legs. They were both dressed in tight leather trousers, Jisung pairing his with a sleeveless black blazer and nothing underneath. Minho, however, was in a sleeveless khaki tank top, and you thought your heart had stopped. You needed to take it off. He looked built underneath, now that you weren’t seeing him in his baggy football jersey or a comfy t-shirt.
“Oh,” You returned Jisung’s statement. Minho had tits, built pecs that deserved your teeth sinking into them. You couldn’t believe you were being such a pervert, but when you finally looked up at Minho’s face, he was smirking.
Jisung giggled. “Okay! I think we need to get you two upstairs. Lovely to see you, Hyunjin, Felix,” You watched Jisung nod at the two in greeting. The two bastards you called best friends were grinning, elbowing each other in glee as Jisung linked arms with you and Minho. You let yourself be dragged upstairs, and it took everything in you not to fall over drooling at the sight of Minho’s thighs in those tight trousers. When you arrived at their shared room, Jisung shut the door behind you, before staring at you and Minho with an incriminating look. “Are you two in fucking heat or something? Like, damn- oh. Okay.”
He was cut off by Minho throwing you against the wall, one hand yanking your hair back to force his tongue into your mouth. You whined, letting him dominate your lips with his own, and your hands came up to grip his biceps.
When he pulled away, you chased his lips only for him to reach up with one hand and wrap it around your throat, pinning you back to the wall. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” You huffed, eyes flickering to Jisung. “Both of you. I haven’t drank anything, you stole me before I could.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re a brat,” Minho retorted, his nose nuzzling against yours as if he was about to kiss you again. He didn’t, only a teasing brush of his lips. “I’ve already got one bonafide brat to deal with.”
Jisung gasped. “Hey!”
Minho shrugged. “It’s true,” His eyes turned back to you, blown with lust. You could see his erection pressed against his pants, and you fixated on it, licking your lips. He chuckled. “Alright, gorgeous. I’ll be nice to you today. Get on the bed.”
You blinked, moving over to the makeshift bed. They’d pushed them together again, and you weren’t sure if they’d just left them like that after last time or if they’d done it tonight. Either way, you were pleased at the idea of you all curling up and sleeping together again.
“Sungie, c’mere,” Minho mumbled, and then in a scene that could have only come from your wet dreams, he was kissing Jisung. His hand was on the back of his head, and the other rested on his waist, pulling him close to kiss him deep and hard. It was filthy, and you squirmed against the sheets, pouting. You wanted to kiss Jisung too.
“Me next,” You blurted. Jisung pulled away, giggling, and then he was climbing onto the bed to loom over you.
“Greedy. I told you I like it when you’re bold, ‘s so sexy,” His lips met yours with a wet noise, tongue automatically pushing into your mouth. The way Jisung kissed always enraptured you - dirty, filthy and open mouthed always, whereas Minho was more precise. You liked the way they balanced eachother out.
“Sungie, you can fuck her first. I want to find out what she likes,” Minho commanded, joining the two of you on the bed. He managed to position you so your back was to his chest, and Jisung was in between your legs, crotch pressing against yours in those fucking leather pants. “I’m guessing you like me talking to you, gorgeous.”
“Yeah, ‘s hot,” You replied, shifting so your hips grinded up against Jisung’s bulge. Jisung sighed, moving to join you in the teasing push and pull. His shaft brushed up against your clit, and you could feel everything from his base to his cockhead. Even just dry humping him felt fucking delicious.
“She likes the idea of being filled up with cum,” Jisung contributed, his lips moving to suck marks into your skin again. He seemed to love doing that.
“My question is, do you like it rough? Would you want me to slap you around a bit, hurt you?” Minho said. His lips were brushing against your earlobe and you whined, bucking up into Jisung sharply.
“I dunno- I dunno, I’ve never tried it,” You admitted, and Minho hummed. Then, with a swift move, his hand was coming down to smack sharply onto your thigh through your fishnets. You gasped, and a gush of wetness flooded your panties. “Oh.”
“She liked that, I fucking felt it,” Jisung mumbled, hair floppy over his eyes. His lips were wet, and you grabbed his head and traced the pouty flesh with your tongue. His hands went up to your top, pushing it up and exposing your bra to both of the boys. Minho was helpful in unclasping it and dropping it from your shoulders. You felt like a doll, lying there surrounded by them both while they touched you all over. It was worth it for the look on Jisung’s face when he saw your tits, and then he was sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
You were so on edge it didn’t take long for you to babble. “Oh, fucking God- Ji, Sungie, harder, suck harder, bite them-“
“Bite them?” Minho scoffed. “You do like pain, huh?”
Jisung’s teeth nipped at your bud teasingly, and you squealed, chest arching to meet his mouth. He pulled away, grabbing both tits in his hand and burying his face in between them. “These are magnificent.”
“I’m really happy for you that you like them, Sungie, but I think she might die if she doesn’t get anything inside that cunt soon,” Minho sighed, and you wanted to kiss him in gratitude. You really were about to die.
Jisung nodded obediently, and then he was giving Minho another chaste kiss before inching your skirt up your legs. He struggled with the tight material of it, before he finally got it situated at your waist, and then he couldn’t get the fishnets down. He was struggling, you could see that, and Minho reached over with a sigh and positively ripped the fishnets open.
“Jesus, Minho! They were Felix’s!” Minho shrugged, and then he took the extra, most annoying step and ripped the lace of your panties open, too. Jisung sat there slack jawed, palming his erection over his tight trousers when your pussy was revealed to him, glistening wet in the light.
“You’re soaking, my baby,” Jisung murmured, eyes fixated on your folds. You wiggled eagerly, making Minho pin your hips down. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes! Wan’ it, wanted it since I saw it,” You whimpered, and Jisung grinned. You watched as he yanked his blazer off, revealing that tiny waist, and then you moaned when he pulled his trousers down and his cock sprang out. It was leaking for you once again, hard as a rock and he pumped it twice, moaning. “Stop teasing, Jisung.”
Minho leaned over, running two fingers through your slit before humming. “Jisung, fuck her. She doesn’t need any prep.”
“You sure, hyung?” Jisung looked at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
The way they were talking about you like you weren’t even there had more arousal burning in your gut. Minho just grinned, pinching your thigh again just to hear you squeak. “I’m pretty sure the pain will only make it better for her.”
Jisung nodded, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your entrance. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and he teasingly rubbed his cock against your slit a few times. “You still want it raw?”
“Please, oh my God,” You simpered, whining as his tip breached your hole. It was a stretch, but you loved the feeling of it, the large vein on his cock providing the best friction you’d ever felt. The hair on his pubic mound grazed your clit once you’d bottomed out and you gripped Minho’s forearms from where he sat behind you.
Jisung immediately started thrusting feverishly, his hair hanging over his eyes as he felt your drippy hole clench around him. You could feel yourself gushing, covering his pubic hair and his shaft with an embarrassing amount of wetness. You whined when Minho pinched your nipples, his chuckle shaking his chest where it pressed against you.
“Look at my greedy kitties, huh?” Minho cooed. Jisung whined in response, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. You arched your back, trying to get more friction on your tits. “Fucking each other so desperately like that. It’s so fucking cute. Should I play with these?” He brushed his fingers over your nipples again, and you nodded eagerly, jolting when his fingers pinched the buds meanly.
“Hyung, ‘s so wet, oh my fucking God,” Jisung’s voice was high pitched, his eyes rolling back into his head. “You’re gonna fucking die when you get inside, I can’t- can’t handle it, I-“
“I think you’ve driven him pussy drunk, kitty,” Minho mumbled in your ear, making you giggle. “Is it good for you?”
“Hnng, yeah, he feels so thick,” You were sure you had a permanent, blissed smile on your face while you let yourself get fucked up into Minho. Minho grinned back at you, kissing your hairline. Jisung was drooling into your neck now, thrusts uneven but still feeling so, so good inside of you. “Mm, I want it deeper, please, Ji.”
“D-Deeper? Yeah, yeah, I’ve got you baby,” He nodded, pushing your legs up against your chest. “Hyung, hold ‘em. Please.” The ‘please’ seemed like it was added as an afterthought, but Minho chuckled and held your legs up anyway. You felt a bit disappointed his hands weren’t on your tits anymore, but when Jisung began to thrust again, it hit your g-spot incessantly with his quick pace. You whined, throwing your head back against Minho. The jolt of ecstasy that you’d felt when Minho slapped you was something you were absolutely desperate to feel again, however.
“I- I wanna be slapped again, please, Min-“
“My hands are busy, filthy girl,” Minho hummed. “Jisung. Slap her across the face.”
“The- the face?! Hyung, oh my God-“ Jisung looked wide eyed between you and Minho, but you didn’t miss the way his hands tightened on the bed sheets next to you.
“Slap me, Sungie, please. C’mon, I know you’ve got it in you, I know you want to-“ You were cut off with Jisung’s hand raising and slapping you clean across the cheek, and then you were cumming. You gushed around Jisung’s cock, wondering why it felt so, so wet all of a sudden, and Jisung let out a deep moan.
“You are a fucking menace. Greedy, filthy, oh my God, squirted all over my cock, like what the fuck?” Jisung whined, and you lifted your head up, looking down. You had, actually, and you’d had no idea. “I’m going to cum. ‘S too wet now, hyung, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum then,” Minho sighed. “But you better be eating that cum straight out of her pussy and letting her taste.”
You whined, nodding, and then Jisung was cumming. His hips stalled as he came, one long, drawn out moan falling from his pouty lips. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you looked up at Jisung with doe eyes. He pulled out, his cock softening, and you expected Minho to let go of your legs - he held you further up, instead, baring your gushing hole to Jisung’s mouth when he shifted down to stare at it.
Then, his tongue was licking through your hole with intensity, scooping up his own cum and holding it in his mouth. He leaned over you, and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to accept the mixed flavours of you and him. It was so fucking dirty, but you could feel your pussy getting wet all over again. Just when you thought you were meant to swallow, Minho was pulling you back by your jaw and kissing you filthily, swallowing the taste of yours and Jisung’s cum. You moaned, shifting to move onto Minho’s lap and straddle those beautiful fucking thighs.
“Need you, now,” You murmured against his lips, licking along the seam of them. Minho smirked, before he was pulling your head back by your hair.
“I think I decide what you fucking need, don’t I?” He replied, eyes dark and staring into yours. Jisung snickered from next to you, sprawled leisurely and with a now-hard cock again. What the fuck? Did his refractory period not exist, or?
“You’re in for it,” Jisung chirped, and you blinked hazily.
“Are you going to be mean to me, Min? Haven’t even seen your cock yet,” You pouted, and Minho laughed, shoulders shaking. That answered your question.
“Why don’t you take it out then? Have a look at it, kitty,” He laid back, and you nodded. You felt a little silly, fishnets ripped all over, tits out and your skirt in a strip of fabric around your waist, but you didn’t care. Minho was looking at you like you were the best meal he’d ever seen. You shifted backwards, undoing his trousers and trying to yank them down his thick thighs.
Woah. That was the first thing you thought, looking down at the massive bulge in plain black boxers with a small amount of precum leaking through. Fucking big. Thick. You wanted to make grabby hands and throw a tantrum, but you held onto the last bit of dignity you had and pulled his length out of his underwear. Fuck. His shaft was flushed, long and thick, with a perfectly shaped mushroom head leaking small pearlescent drops all the way down onto the shaft. The dark, coarse hair was perfectly trimmed above his length as if he'd planned this. How could his cock be pretty too? No wonder he walked with such an air of confidence.
“I’m g’na sit on it,” You blurted, staring at his length. Jisung chuckled, and when you turned to him, he was pumping his cock again. Seriously, what the fuck?
“You’re going to do what I fucking tell you to do, kitty. Face down, ass up. Put your head by Jisung, c’mon,” Minho commanded you. When you moved to get up, you watched him rip the rest of his trousers off and pull his vest top off, exposing the expanse of his body. He was ethereal - dusky pink nipples on built pecs, and his arms were so fucking big when paired with the rest of his slight frame.
You flipped over nonetheless, trying to calm the panting breaths flooding from your lungs. Jisung spread his legs and let you rest your head on his thigh, only a few inches from his cock. Oh. That’s why Minho wanted you like this. Jisung grinned down at you, and when you tried to get his cock in your mouth, you were alarmed by the sensation of Minho’s cock pressed against your hole.
“Ready for me, kitty? Are you ready for me to breed this slutty fucking hole? I am going to be a little mean to you, you know,” Minho said, his tone low. You nodded, nuzzling against Jisung’s thigh affectionately. He returned it with a soft scratch to your scalp, one hand still pumping his cock. You watched the muscles of his tummy clench as he did so, humming in appreciation. They were both so sexy.
“Give it to me, Min, I can take it,” You murmured, and then he was bottoming out. He was longer than Jisung, hitting your g-spot with minimum effort from the position you were in, and you whined out, legs thrashing.
“I thought you could take it,” Minho scoffed. “You’re talking big for someone with such a tiny little fucking hole, huh?”
“I can take it-“
“Occupy your mouth with something else instead,” He interrupted you, and then he pointed at Jisung. “I don’t want to hear you whining, either. Legs up.”
Jisung’s eyes went wide. “Hyung-?”
“Do you want to make your Sungie feel good, kitty? It’s not fair he has to jerk off while watching his two loves fuck, right?” Minho cooed. His hips were slapping against your ass, making you gush and moan around him. You hated the way he sounded so unaffected while you were struggling to put sentences together. “There is something he really likes.”
“Yeah, y-yeah, I wanna make him feel good-“
Minho rewarded you with a slap to your ass, before yanking your head up by your hair. “Jisung. Legs up.”
Jisung obliged, pulling his legs up and apart. From this angle, you could see his hole, fluttering around nothing. It was as if he realised what Minho was planning the same second you did. “Oh, a-are you gonna lick me there, baby?”
“Mm, I want to,” You moaned, trying to escape Minho’s firm grip on your hair. “Min, can I?”
“Good kitty for asking,” He dropped your hair, moving his hand underneath you to rub your clit in precise circles. It heightened the pleasure tenfold, and you gasped, pushing your hips back against him. “That’s it. Fuck your hips back on my cock and lick his hole, fucking slut. Our slut, yeah?”
“Your slut, both of you,” You confirmed, nodding, before your head was delving between Jisung’s legs. He squealed as soon as you licked over his hole, something you’d wanted to do since you saw him grab his phone in your room. You let your ass bounce on Minho’s cock, his hand slapping your flesh every now and again and the other massaging your clit.
You realised very soon that you were going to cum for the second time, and you broke away from Jisung’s ass to look at Minho with pleading eyes. “Please, please, Min, m’close, need it…”
“What do you need, kitty? Do you need more?” Minho asked. You nodded, laving your tongue over Jisung’s balls and making him whine. You felt his hand move from your asscheek to trace his thumb around your second hole, making you jolt, until you were closing your eyes in anticipation. Minho chuckled. “Oh. You want this?”
“I- I’ve never…”
“It’s fuckin’ amazing. Hyung, finger her ass. She’ll love it,” Jisung contributed, and when you looked at him, his hand was pumping his cock again. You let your head delve down to lick over his asshole once more, with renewed fervour this time, and you giggled when Jisung moaned loudly. You were glad the party was still going on, music drowning out any noises that could fizzle from the room.
Minho slid his thumb into your ass, and you felt your legs tremble. Being filled like this was insane, his cock still bullying into your pussy and you couldn’t help but imagine it being the both of them - Jisung in your pussy, Minho in your ass, or vice versa.
“God, we’ll have to both fuck your holes at some point,” Minho grunted. The noises from your pussy were erotic, slapping wet noises and keens coming from your mouth, too. “That ass looks so fucking tight. Would you like that?”
You nodded, whining. “I want you both to cum in both holes, fill me up- oh, oh my God, I’m gonna cum, Min!”
“Ah, really? You want one of us in each hole? That’s fucking dirty, kitty,” Minho’s hand slapped your clit, one, two, three times, making you gasp and lean upwards to suck on Jisung’s cock. It made him jolt, and he pushed it into your mouth, groaning with a tight grip on your hair. “C’mon, then. I think you deserve to cum. You’ve been such a good girl, taking my cock like this, huh?”
You let yourself pop off of Jisung’s length, drooling on the tip. “T-Thank you! Thank you, Min, I’m gonna cum so hard, for you, for you both-” The orgasm exploded in a more full-body sensation than your last one, but you could feel your wetness leaking all down Minho’s shaft. It still pistoned in and out of you, lengthening your orgasm and making you squeal in delight. It felt like you’d been coming for about ten minutes straight, until Minho was leaning over you, pressing his chest to your back. Jisung was pushing your hair out of your face and still pumping his cock steadily, staring into your eyes.
“I’m gonna breed this fucking hole. Such a slut, letting me go raw,” Minho mumbled, almost to himself, hips making you shift up the bed. You took Jisung’s cockhead into your mouth again, sucking hard, and then he was jolting. “Cum in her mouth, Sungie. I’m going to fill up this fucking pussy, so perfect for me, molded to my fucking cock…”
You moaned when you realised you’d be taking two loads that night - probably even more from them both when the party was over - and then Minho was bottoming out, filling you up. It dripped out around his cock with the sheer amount of it, and when you caught sight of him over your shoulder, his ears were flushed a crimson red and his lips were parted, letting out a deep sigh. He looked gorgeous.
Unshockingly, Minho wasn’t at all talkative after he came, and he collapsed on you with an ‘oomph’, cock still inside you. He watched you jerk Jisung’s cock, and chuckled when Jisung whined and his toes curled.
“Need’a cum again,” Jisung moaned, his chest dewy with sweat. “Fuckin’ need it, hyung, baby, shit, please help me, I need more-“
In another brief moment of confidence, you kept pumping Jisung’s cock and sucked one finger into your mouth, slipping it into his hole beneath heavy balls. It only took one, two thrusts of your finger before he was gasping, and cum spurted out like a fountain over your fist. After you kept pumping steadily, he pushed your hands away with a whine from the overstimulation.
“That was…” Jisung spoke, chest heaving. “Jesus. So good.”
“I loved it,” You cooed, running your hand through Minho’s hair where his head leaned on your shoulder. “Minho, your mouth is fucking dirty, you know that?”
“I wish I could talk like that in bed. I get too shy, I just blabber,” Jisung admitted, and when you looked at Minho, his cheeks were burning the same shade as his ears. His eyes were flickering between you, and then he bit your shoulder softly, playfully.
“You’ll both learn!” He chirped, pulling out of you and walking over to get some towels from the shared wardrobe.
“C’mere. Cuddle time,” Jisung chirped, and you giggled, sidling up to his side with your head on his chest. He still had cum on the bottom of his tummy, and you still had cum dripping out of your pussy onto the bed, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care you were still in most of your clothes. Minho did, however, and he groaned in exasperation with a white towel in hand when he turned around and saw you two.
Minho crept onto the bed, wiping your folds and then Jisung’s tummy. You both giggled when he kissed both your foreheads before tossing the towel onto the floor, cuddling in behind you. You were in the middle again - just the way you liked it. Minho ripped your fishnets the rest of the way off and somehow managed to get the skirt detangled, leaving you in just your top, now rolled down. You shifted onto your back, letting them both cuddle into your chest.
“I get too shy too. I just beg, apparently,” You murmured. “I wish I was better at talking. Inside the bedroom and outside.”
“Do you ever wish… that someone could fix you? Like, fix what’s wrong with you?” Jisung asked, eyes staring at the ceiling. “I always wished someone could fix the way I am. How awkward and shy I can get, and stuff.”
“I don’t want someone who’s going to fix me,” You said, head falling onto Minho’s shoulder. Jisung stared at you attentively, eyes wide. “I just want someone who’s going to hold my hand while I try to fix myself.”
Jisung looked at Minho. It was like two seconds of unspoken conversation, then he spoke up. “How about two people?”
Right, that’s what you’d wanted to ask.
“Guys, I wanted to ask… are we… dating, like all three of us?” You mumbled, twiddling your fingers.
“I thought we were, yeah,” Jisung responded quickly, kissing your cheek. Minho scoffed.
“I want to ask you both properly. God knows neither of you are going to ask me,” Minho pulled you both into him, and you turned over and sidled up to him obediently. His chest was still flushed, a blotchy rash on his skin from the intense bedroom activities.
Jisung, however, tries to push him away, resuming his position behind you. “Hey! I totally would have asked.”
“No you wouldn’t, and that’s okay,” He kisses Jisung’s forehead, and then yours. “I like both of my shy babies.”
Ever since Chan's driver had almost hit you with a car all those years ago there was someone with you, always. It didn't matter what you were doing, he was just with you constantly. It never really bothered you, if your husband wanted to make sure that you were protected then you were happy to take part in that, as long as it wasn't going too far.
"You know, she doesn't need a babysitter while I'm around," Kat said snarkily to the bald man who was walking beside you, holding his hand out in front of your body to prevent you from crossing the road. You looked at Kat and smirked a little, you knew Chan was just trying to look out for you but Kat saw it as him trying to dictate your every move and she was worried you were too blind to see it.
"Relax babes, it's just Chan's way of watching out for me." You whispered as the man you'd come to know as - Pike - gave you the all-clear to cross the road. Kat slipped her arm into yours and you began crossing together, you could tell this was playing on her mind a lot and you wanted her to express herself with you.
"Doesn't it make you feel like a child though? Having someone tell you when you can and can't cross the road?" Kat looked at you suspiciously and you smiled a little, you didn't like that he was there but you didn't hate it either. God, you'd tried to fight Chan on it but he was adamant that you needed Pike around to look out for you.
"Not a child. Besides, I'd gotten Chan down to only giving me one man instead of the five he originally wanted me to have," You laughed, looking at Pike who kept his eyes in front of him and not getting involved in your conversations.
"Five?! What would you need five men for!?" Kat laughed a little and Pike let out a low chuckle,
"To surround her in a circle and protect her from oncoming traffic." He teased, winking at you both before you both giggled and headed inside the store you'd come to.
MINHO:
Over the years you'd gotten used to Minho's little quirks, you knew your husband was a protective man and was always looking out for the best of you.
"All I'm saying is, I don't need an armed escort to the cat sanctuary every day," You told Minho at breakfast, the two of you were discussing what you could do to lessen the number of men that stood outside of your work place every day. If it was down to Minho you wouldn't be working there anymore but he wasn't going to stop you from doing something that you loved doing.
"What if someone comes in and tries to take you? Or one of the cats?" You stared at him and sighed, you knew that he was right but ten guards was a bit much.
"Okay, then how about we compromise." You suggested, lifting a strawberry to your lips and taking a bite out of it.
"Three guards," You suggested, trying to make this as an easy business deal for him to agree to but Minho looked at you and put a strawberry in his mouth.
"Five," He suggested, shrugging his shoulders at you.
"Three." You smiled warmly but he just shook his head at you. There was no way he was going to put you at risk by leaving you alone. You knew he was a powerful man but you still didn't want the ten guards outside of your shop scaring everyone away.
"Nine." You stared at him as he told you his suggestion and you blinked completely stunned by him,
"This isn't how that's supposed to work, you're supposed to lower." You pouted at you and Minho resisted the urge to smirk at how cute it was to see you like this.
"Five. Final offer." Sighing you nodded your head, agreeing to it and shaking his hand as if this was a real business deal you'd done together.
"Fine."
CHANGBIN:
Changbin had never been clingy before in his life but there was just something about you, something that bought out that side of him and he rather enjoyed it. Ever since the two of you ha gotten married last month, it seemed he'd gotten clingier.
"You know, I could walk in the garden alone." You giggled a little as Changbin walked by your side through the gardens of your home. The two of you lived in a huge mansion which meant the gardens were just as - if not more - as big and you could get lost.
"What if you fall and no one is there to watch out for you?"
"Binnie." You giggled, he despised anyone else using that nickname for him but hearing it come from your lips made his whole world shine brighter,
"I know I get a little protective but with good reason. Anything could happen out here," He gestured around you both and you arched an eyebrow at him. When the two of you first started dating one another he wouldn't let you out of his sight, he would walk you to and from the club every night and then a few months into dating you were living together. Not that you minded, you enjoyed having this side coming from him but you didn't want this to become tiring for him.
"I don't want anything to ever happen to you," He told you as you both stopped in front of the rose bushes that lined the property, you smiled and reached up running your hand across his cheek,
"Nothing will, I promise you." You whispered, kissing him quickly before pulling away. As soon as you were apart a twig snapped and you were suddenly on the ground with Changbin above you,
"Binnie..I think it was a rabbit, not a spy or anything." You told him when you saw the panicked expression on his face, he nodded a little.
"I'm getting you a guard," He mumbled before standing you both up and you agreed, knowing you could never change his mind.
HYUNJIN:
"What do you think you're doing?" Hyunjin quizzed as you walked into the living room attempting to put your earrings through your ear and looking out of the window.
"I'm running late for girls' night," You'd told him a million times what tonight was but it seemed he'd forgotten once again,
"I know that, but what are you wearing?" You looked down at your outfit and frowned, there was nothing wrong with what you were wearing. It covered your body and it wasn't anything extremely revealing - unlike what you used to wear on nights out.
"A dress?"
"Says who?" He quizzed and you resisted the urge to quote a film and sighed,
"Hyunjin, it covers everything." You told him as he shook his head at you it wasn't that he didn't trust you because he did, it was everyone else he didn't trust.
"But it's so tight, everyone will be watching you...Looking at you, looking at what belongs to me." He let out a low growl at the thought of it and you stared at him,
"No one will. They all know I'm yours and if they value living they'll keep their eyes on something else," He smirked a little as you told him that but it didn't put his mind at ease.
"I'll send someone and if anyone so much as looks at you for longer than ten seconds I'll take names and faces," He told you sternly and you nodded, you knew you weren't going to go out completely alone without someone there to watch over you.
"Sure, I'm going now." You turned away from him but you were quickly spun into his embrace and kissed roughly.
"Now you can go," He winks, making you giggle as you walk for the front door.
JISUNG:
Whenever it was storming outside Jisung cancelled everything he had going on, even if he was in the middle of a meeting, he would cancel and walk out without speaking to another soul about what he was doing.
"You can't keep doing this," You giggled as you watched your husband kick off his shoes and crawl into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
"I can, I'm the boss." He reminded you, laughing as you cuddled closer to him. You weren't even THAT scared of thunderstorms but ever since your first meeting with your husband he'd been there for every single storm. It didn't matter what he was doing, if there was a storm he was racing home to you to make sure you were okay. It might have seemed silly to anyone from the outside looking in but this was Jisung's way of being protective over you, watching out for you to make sure you were cared for.
"You are, but you know a boss has responsibilities," You teased before you let out a loud yelp when the sudden crash of thunder made you jump. Your hands clutched onto his shirt and you hid your face in his neck, suddenly very thankful for him being right there with you calming you down with his breathing and small kisses on your skin.
FELIX:
"You're being ridiculous." You told Felix as you stood in the kitchen together, your new chef standing and cooking for you both as you glared at your husband. You couldn't believe he'd done this after you told him not to, it was a simple accident.
"I could have done that at any point, it was an accident. You didn't need to get a chef," You mumbled, smiling weakly at the chef who tipped his head at you.
"You hurt yourself. So now, it won't happen again because I took you out of the kitchen," You rolled your eyes at him, you could hardly believe that he'd resorted to this,
"But you love my cooking." You reminded him and it was true, Felix adored everything you ever made him but if it came at the cost of you hurting yourself he was never going to let you in a kitchen again,
"I love you more." He whined making you roll your eyes, it was one tiny cut that you'd done it wasn't as though he knew about all of the other times you'd hurt yourself by accident.
"Felix, I won't seriously hurt myself. It was one tiny little cut-"
"And a burn, Don't think the maids haven't told me about the accidents that have happened when I'm not even here," You shot a look at the two maids who were quick to make themselves look busy and avoid your gaze.
"One day I'll get back in that kitchen," You warned him before he kissed your cheek, walking you into the living room where you could watch a movie while waiting for your food.
SEUNGMIN:
It wasn't that he was too protective but Seungmin wanted you to have privacy and if that meant emptying out a whole store just like his men had done the day he met you then he would gladly do that for you. But this was a bit far with his protectiveness, you never would have expected this.
"Seungmin, baby, don't you think this is going a step too far?" You quizzed as you stared around at the completely deserted mall and then over at your husband,
"No." He mumbled, running his hand over the small of your back, he'd planned this weeks ago when you mentioned wanting to go dress shopping for a charity event. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to see you in a jaw-dropping gown, instead, he wanted it to be a surprise.
"Seungmin, other people need to shop as well." You mumbled at him, there was no one around besides the workers in each of the shops and you could hardly believe that he'd done this.
"This is insane," You laughed listening to the way your voice echoed inside of the mall. It felt like something from a horror movie and Seungmin was enjoying the smile on your face,
"Let's go wherever you want, no one can disturb us." He told you as he took your hand in his and began to walk through the deserted mall together.
JEONGIN:
As soon as news spread that there was a shooter inside of your hotel Jeongin wasted no time in getting to you. You'd tried to text him but were taken hostage by the crazy man wielding a gun around and you were starting to regret not taking Jeongin up on his offer for a security guard.
"I suggest you release my wife before you lose a hand," Jeongin said as he stared at you, tears were springing in your eyes as the metal of the gun was pressed harder against your temple.
"You better get out of my way if you want her to be alive," The man stuttered out, It was clear he was nervous about this and you knew Jeongin was going to play on that.
"If you were going to kill her you would have by now." Jeongin stared at you, studying your face to make sure you were truly okay and you smiled weakly at him, letting him know he hadn't hurt you yet.
"GET AWAY!" The man screamed as Jeongin tried to step closer to you and he yanked you backwards, everything happened within a matter of seconds. One moment you were in the man's arms and the next you were on the floor with something warm over your face.
"What-"
"Thank you, boys," Jeongin said to two men who were standing above you, you recognised them as some of the new bell boys you'd hired a few months ago.
"How do you know them?" You stared at him and a smirk began to take over your husband's lips.
"Baby, they're your private security."
"You got me security," You grumbled as you let out a laugh, you should have known.
"Did you really think I would let the love of my life walk around without protection?" He scoffed, laughing a little as you hit against his chest watching as the two men began to clean up and you straightened yourself out.
"I need to comfort the guests, you can help." You told Jeongin sternly as you both got up.
synopsis: You’ve been dating Jisung for while but something is bothering you. Being an over thinker, you assume that you’re the problem but Jisung assures you that isn’t the case at all.
Or Jisung has alien anatomy and is worried about being intimate with you.
This fic is explicit. Minors do not interact. The warnings are under the cut.
warnings: minors dni!!, explicit, alien!jisung, monster fucking, jisung has tentacles, tentacle sex, unprotected sex, slight bulging, lots of cum like lots of it, jisung’s cum is an aphrodisiac, i’m not a monster expert pls don’t come for me TT, it’s just pure filth, p with a lil plot
You had been through every possibility under the sun.
As an overthinker, the explanations had ultimately ended up in you deciding that maybe Jisung just didn’t like you enough to be intimate with you.
You frowned at this.
Your seven month anniversary with him was approaching soon. Seven months and Jisung had shown his love for you everyday since the two of you had gotten together. Even your friends agreed that the poor guy was just as lovesick for you as you were for him.
You saw it, you felt it, so why was this the only conclusion floating around your head?
“I don’t know,” your best friend mumbles next to you as you finish airing your troubles out to him.
“Maybe his dick is small and he’s embarrassed.”
You shoot a glare in his direction at that.
“I doubt it. It’s probably just me,” you mutter before grabbing another chicken leg.
“Hey,” Changbin scolds before turning fully in your direction.
“I’m sure whatever it is has nothing to do with you. Talk to him. You have to keep in mind that he’s an alien. He probably can’t sense that he’s doing something wrong. Humans can’t even pick up on that shit half the time.”
Changbin had a point.
Jisung wasn’t like the rest of you.
When you first met, he had trouble communicating with you. Things were much different on his planet than they were on earth—that much you were certain of. There was a chance he hadn’t noticed anything wrong.
Maybe his kind didn’t have sex or procreate in the same way that humans did. Maybe your advances really did fly over his head.
You weren’t sure.
You had never thought about it until now, assuming that there were probably similarities between his species and yours. After all, Jisung was a pretty convincing human.
The thoughts plague your head until the next time you see your boyfriend. However, once he swings open the door, you feel all the weight that you had been carrying this past week dissipate.
With the way Jisung was looking at you, how could you ever believe for even a millisecond that he didn’t love you as much as you loved him?
Jisung pulled you into his arms, tucking his face against your neck. A soft chitter left him, something he had only within the past few months allowed himself to do in front of you. Your heart pounded at the thought of him becoming comfortable enough with you to let his alien quirks show in front of you.
But that was it.
The chittering was about the only thing Jisung had shown you. Other than that, you had heard him speak in his native tongue a few times with your other alien friend Minho, but that was extremely rare.
You hadn’t brought yourself to ask him why.
But then your best friend's words echoed in your head.
As much as you hated to admit it, Changbin was right. Jisung wouldn’t know what was bothering you if you didn’t talk about it.
An hour or so had passed after arriving at his place. When you were cuddled up with him on the couch and your focus had started to drift from the film you were watching—you finally found the courage to ask him.
“Ji, can I ask you something?”
Jisung looked a bit startled at the question, maybe even slightly nervous but nodded nonetheless.
You take a deep breath, trying to think of a way to phrase the subject matter lightly. Instead, all that comes out in your nervousness is, “Why won’t you have sex with me?”
Jisung sputters and you feel your cheeks heat.
Alright, maybe you could have worded the question a little less bluntly.
“W-What?”
“Do you not want to? Do you not like me like that?”
Jisung’s eyes are wide as he quickly shakes his head.
“N-No it’s not that at all!”
“Then…why?”
You feel frustrated. Not with Jisung, but with all the what ifs plaguing your mind—that have been plaguing your mind for the past week. To your relief Jisung notices this, suddenly looking less alarmed at the question and more somber.
Almost sad.
“It has nothing to do with you baby. Believe me I want to. I just—.”
Jisung stops himself.
“What is it Ji? You can tell me.”
Jisung’s mouth opens and then closes, his nose scrunching slightly as he tries to find the right words.
“Keeping the glamor on—it takes a lot of energy. I don’t think I could keep it up if we were to be intimate and I don’t want to scare you.”
Your heartstrings tug at how sad Jisung looks.
“Glamor?”
Jisung motions towards himself, “I don’t actually look like this.”
You blink twice at the newfound information but remain quiet so he can continue.
“Also,” he continues, but not before averting his eyes.
“I don’t exactly have the same anatomy as humans do. I—it’s different.”
“Ji,” you whisper his name before taking his hand into yours.
“I’m not scared of you. And I don’t care that you aren’t built the same way as humans.”
Jisung’s gaze returns to yours, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips.
“But you haven’t seen me. The real me.”
You inhale deeply before lifting a hand to his cheek.
“Would you be comfortable showing me?”
There’s a bit of hesitation. Jisung is scared and you’ll admit his reaction does make you a bit nervous, but you love Jisung for who he is—not for what he is.
“I—I want to show you,” he starts as he leans into your touch.
“But?”
You can tell he’s holding something back.
“I don’t want this to change anything between us. After this I’ll never take my glamor off again. I promise I won’t I—.”
“Jisung,” you say his name firmly but softly.
He shuts up, his wide but fearful eyes meeting yours.
“Have a little faith in me, okay? I love you. This won’t change anything,” you whisper.
Jisung shakes slightly with nerves beneath your touch but ends up giving you a stiff nod.
“Yeah, okay.”
You pull him into a soft kiss, pressing one more against the cute beauty mark on his cheek—one that you can’t help but wonder if it will remain even after he transforms.
Jisung pulls away from you slightly before standing.
“Could you maybe close your eyes?”
You nod, giving him a reassuring smile before slipping your eyes shut.
You can’t help but to feel nervous and anxious at seeing your boyfriend in his natural form for the first time. But you don’t find yourself scared at all—rather more excited than anything and grateful that he trusts you enough to show himself to you.
A moment passes, then two and Jisung produces a soft chitter.
At the sound, your eyes open and a gasp leaves you.
He’s—he’s—.
He’s beautiful.
You’re positive there isn’t a word in existence to describe Jisung’s beauty.
His eyes are much darker, almost black and doubling in size to where the whites of his eyes are nearly impossible to see.
His once brunette hair is now a shade of dark blue and slightly longer than it was before.
There were flecks of light dancing beneath his skin, like electricity was running through his veins rather than blood. You notice a few markings on his now pale blue skin. His temples and his neck along with parts of his arms that you could see bore the intricate design. You were elated to see the beauty mark you loved so much was present even in his natural form.
Your gaze moved from his elongated fingers to the two short antennas protruding from the top of his head, which slightly curled downward as Jisung grew visibly nervous under your stare.
His beauty was so—otherworldly, literally.
You had never seen a more ethereal being in your life.
You wanted to tell Jisung, but the words seemed to be lodged in your throat.
“It’s weird right,” Jisung whispered.
Your eyes met his then, noticing the slight worry in his obsidian gaze.
“No.”
Jisung seemed surprised at that, his forehead creasing slightly.
“Ji you’re—I mean look at you! You’re beautiful,” you say breathlessly.
“I—really?”
You see bits of that sparkle again, this time fluttering amongst the tops of his cheeks.
“Are you blushing?”
Jisung gapes at that before turning himself slightly away from you out of embarrassment.
“No I’m sorry—hey it’s okay,” you say as you stand, taking his hands into your own.
“You really don’t mind? You aren’t freaked out?”
You shake your head, stepping into his space before looping your arms around his neck. Jisung tenses slightly but then relaxes as your fingers begin to play with the hairs at the end of his neck.
“You’re beautiful Ji.”
Another wave of electricity flows beneath his skin.
You don’t allow him to say anything, instead opting to press your lips against his.
Jisung sighs against your lips as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. Heat spreads throughout your body when Jisung presses against you, his grip against your waist the only thing grounding you.
When you slip your tongue between his lips Jisung is suddenly reeling back, so fast and sudden as if he’s been burned.
“Jisu—.”
“Wait,” Jisung pants.
“My—what we talked about before,” he says, barely above a whisper.
Your eyes widen in realization before you feel your own cheeks heating.
“We don’t have to talk about that today if you don’t want to.”
Jisung shakes his head, “It’s just. In this form everything is different. My tongue—it’s not the way it was before.”
Your brows furrow slightly, “What do you mean?”
Jisung takes a deep breath before opening his mouth and you’re taken aback by the sight.
Jisung’s tongue is a deep purple. You watch as it elongates and curls slightly past his chin. It ends about midway down his neck before it forks at the tip.
It’s then that you notice Jisung has fangs as well.
At your silence, Jisung pulls his tongue back into his mouth looking dejected.
“Y/n,” he starts slowly, “If this freaks you out I—I can’t show you the rest of me.”
You quickly shake yourself out of the haze the sight of his tongue had created in your head.
“No it’s not that I’m just—in awe I guess.”
Jisung pouts a little and your chest clenches.
“Baby this is new for the both of us. I’m getting to see you for the first time. It’s not freaking me out, you're just—extraordinary.”
Your comment seems to ease Jisung’s previous worries as he steps closer to you.
“Really?”
“Really Ji. You’re different, yes, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. So I have nothing to be freaked out about,” you whisper as you reach up to brush a strand of long blue hair that had fallen into his eyes.
Jisung shudders under your touch, releasing a loud chitter—almost akin to a purr.
“Never,” he whispers.
With that you lean in to press a lingering kiss against his bottom lip.
“Will you allow me to see the rest of you?”
Jisung nods, almost eagerly, before pressing his lips to yours once more.
A giggle slips from you at his urgency but it’s soon replaced by a gasp when you feel his tongue prod at your lips. You open them slightly, allowing the wet appendage to lick into your mouth. It feels strange but not much different than the way his tongue usually feels. The way the forked tongue caresses yours has your knees weakening—forcing Jisung to keep you steady on your feet.
When you pull away his eyes are wide, ragged breaths slipping from him that match your own.
“Bed—,” you don’t even get the words out before he’s lifting you.
You yelp at the movement, still not used to his unnatural strength.
Jisung brings you to his room and lays you on the bed before crawling over you. His lips continue their attack on yours before trailing his kisses from your lips to your jaw and then down your neck.
When Jisung nips at your neck, you whimper slightly at the pinch of his fang against your skin.
“Sorry,” Jisung mutters shyly.
You shake your head before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back to your neck.
“More.”
Jisung complies, his lips attaching themself to your skin once more. You writhe beneath him as he marks your skin. A part of you hopes the marks turn a pretty purple like Jisung’s tongue.
When Jisung is satisfied he pulls back with a soft click.
You smile before taking his face into your hands.
“It’s cute when you do that, you know?”
Jisung looks confused.
“The noises you make when you’re happy.”
Jisung flushes at that. You let your thumb trace the tiny sparkles beneath his skin.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” you whisper.
The emotion in your voice seems to affect Jisung as well, his features displaying nothing but the fondness and love he has for you.
“I love you.”
It’s not the first time he’s said those three words to you, but it feels like it.
“I love you Ji.”
With that, your lover kisses you again—much softer than your previous make out session. Your hands find their way from his cheeks to the hem of his shirt.
When your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach, Jisung pulls back slightly—disconnecting your lips.
“Are you sure,” he whispers, giving you a chance to back out.
“I want this,” you assure him, feeling like you could cry, “I want you—all of you.”
Jisung nods before lifting off of his forearms to sit back—straddling your hips.
He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing himself for the first time in front of you. You gasp at the sight of him, the way the glowing patterns on his neck connect to the ones on his chest. You can’t help but to gawk at how built your lover is, tracing the dips and curves of his chest and abdomen with your finger tips.
You reach for his basketball shorts but Jisung stops you.
“There's something I have to show you before you see—well,” Jisung is nervous again.
You sit up, hands running comfortingly over Jisung’s pale blue thighs as you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, “Show me.”
Jisung seems more nervous than he had been previously and you can’t help but to wonder why.
Then that’s when you see it.
A dark purple, almost black, slimy appendage creeps over his left shoulder. A movement to your right draws your attention—another one. They slip over your lover's shoulders, one dropping to lay across Jisung’s chest while the other reaches out towards you. You flinch slightly at the foreign feeling against your heated skin but soon relax in Jisung’s hold.
“They’re a little cold.”
Jisung releases a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding.
“Can I—can I release them all?”
You nod as your fingers reach out to the one against his chest. It leans into your touch much like Jisung does.
They’re cute.
Two more join the two of you, this time coming from around his sides.
“Wow,” you whisper in awe as you watch the tentacles move.
“Wait a minute,” you say suddenly and both Jisung and his tentacles still.
“Is this why Minho asked me if I was into tentacles.”
You knew from the state of his cheeks that you were correct.
“That sly sly man,” you huff, but there’s no mirth behind it.
Jisung looks slightly embarrassed.
“So if you knew this turned me on, why were you so worried?”
Jisung released his bottom lip before speaking, “It’s one thing when it’s a fantasy. It’s another when it’s real.”
You hummed as your eyes focused back on the tentacles, absolutely fascinated.
“How many do you have? Is this all of them?”
Jisung shook his head, his eyes not meeting yours this time.
“Then where…,” your question trails off.
Jisung clears his throat before taking you by your shoulders and laying you back on the bed.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispers as his eyes trail from your lips to your eyes.
You feel the way his tentacles drag against your skin—suddenly forgetting about your unanswered question as you nod eagerly.
“Please.”
That’s all it takes for Jisung to kiss you again, hands and tentacles everywhere.
Jisung removes your shirt with help from one of the appendages. Once you are exposed Jisung’s mouth finds one of your nipples while a slimy tentacle finds the other.
“Fuck,” you whine as you arch into both of them.
Jisung sucks in tandem with the tentacle, bringing you to the edge of bliss.
“Jisung,” you whimper his name as he rolls your bud between his teeth.
Heat pools in your core at the sensation, causing you to buck your hips up against his. Jisung’s eyes don’t leave yours for one second. He observes the way your face contorts at the pleasure he’s giving you.
You nearly cry when Jisung’s warm mouth leaves you.
“Let me taste you,” Jisung practically begs, a soft whine leaving his throat as he presses his face against your stomach, nuzzling slightly into it.
It’s only at the mention of him tasting you that you notice how sticky your thighs had become.
“Fuck Ji—please just do something.”
Jisung slides down your front at the plea. He doesn’t waste any time removing your shorts along with your underwear. The skin of Jisung’s palms is hot against yours where he parts your legs.
A low vibration leaves him—a sound you haven’t heard before, but one that leaves your body tingling nonetheless.
“You’re so wet.”
The observation comes out in disbelief. You’ll admit that the wetness between your thighs is a first. You’ve never been so ready and aching for someone in your life.
“Ji—tongue please.”
Somehow his dark gaze turns even darker, his lids are heavy as his focus zeros in on your center. Two of his tentacles have taken the place of his hands; holding your legs spread open for him.
The feeling makes you clench around nothing.
Jisung mumbles to himself—something in his own language that you’ve heard him utter once or twice before.
You watch as his forked tongue drags across his lips before he inches closer. Your body tenses in anticipation at the feeling of his breath ghosting against your core.
Then, after what feels like ages, Jisung finally tastes you.
The sound you let out is obscene. You feel your lover everywhere all at once; his hands gripping your waist as he devours you, two of his slimy tentacles restraining your legs, the third now wraps across your chest, it’s suckers continuing to abuse your nipples and the fourth you feel against your neck—slowly creeping up the side of your jaw.
Jisung’s tongue is like no other, making you see the stars—hell the entire galaxy.
He focuses on your throbbing clit at first, his forked tongue doing wonders before gently lapping at your lips and collecting your essence with every swipe.
Then you feel his fingers spread you wider before licking deep into you.
You feel too far gone already.
Your mind trails back to earlier—to the length of his tongue. You wonder how far it could go? How deep could it reach within you?
The sounds Jisung makes as he eats you out only makes you wetter. It’s absolutely obscene. If it wasn’t for the wet sounds coming from between your thighs, it’s the way he grunts against your heat. As if bringing you pleasure in turn brought him pleasure.
It isn’t long before you feel the tip of his tongue against the soft spot inside you.
“Fuck,” you cry out as your fingers find purchase in soft strands of blue hair.
Jisung physically shudders against your pussy when your fingers accidentally brush his antennas.
Sensitive. Good to know.
When your head lolls to the side, your lips meet the tip of Jisung’s tentacle. Without thinking your mouth falls slack, just enough for the appendage to slither its way in.
A muffled moan leaves you and Jisung at the action. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer—
With a muffled cry you find your release, accidentally biting down on the appendage in your mouth, causing it to withdraw from your lips. You want to chase after it, missing the weight of it on your tongue but you feel too weak.
Too fucked out to even think.
Jisung carefully removes himself from your core—face now shining with your essence.
Your cheeks heat at the sight.
“Was that okay?”
You huff out a laugh at the unexpected question.
Jisung, who was currently sporting the remains of a very intense orgasm on his face, was asking if it was okay—if he was okay.
“Are you kidding? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”
Jisung looks more confident at the words and your heart swells.
“Come here,” you reach out towards him, making small grabbing motions with your hands.
Jisung complies, making his way back into your arms—but not before wiping his face against his abandoned shirt.
You taste yourself on his lips when they finally meet.
The kiss isn’t gentle by any means and both of your hands are everywhere, wanting to touch every inch of the other. Your hands make their way to the front of Jisung’s shorts—elated to touch him only to end up slightly confused.
Where you’d assume Jisung’s dick to be there was—well, nothing?
Jisung still shuddered as your palm grazed over a particular spot—mouth falling open in a silent moan.
The more you rubbed the more you started to feel a soft lump—or two?
“Ji where's your dick?”
Jisung huffs out something between a laugh and a moan before raising up.
“It’s there it’s just—we’ll you’ll see.”
Jisung removes his shorts and underwear in one go. He looks at you and then back down at himself.
“Is it,” you start as you prop yourself up on your forearms.
“It’s inside.”
Jisung’s anatomy wasn’t at all what you had expected.
There, laying just a little ways below his pelvis, was a soft purple slit. It pulsed slightly, a slick, iridescent liquid coating it.
Your mouth watered slightly at the sight. You would have pushed him to the bed and licked it up but something stopped you—a movement from inside the slit.
Two small tentacles slivered out of it—looking almost identical to the bigger ones protruding from Jisung’s back.
“You asked where the rest of them were,” Jisung voices, “I have seven in total.”
“Seven? You mean…”
Jisung nods, gulping nervously.
A gasp catches in your throat as the seventh and final tentacle emerges. Although this one is shaped differently—much different.
It has ridges and is thicker than the others but shorter in length. The girth of it makes you gulp.
It looks more like a dick than you would have thought. It’s a pretty blue shade just like his skin but gradually becomes purple towards the head.
It’s monstrous and it has both your gut and pussy clenching with excitement.
You recall Changbin’s words, thinking he would eat them if he were to know the truth.
Jisung wasn’t small, not in the slightest.
You watch as that same pearly substance from before pool at the tip before dripping off and onto your stomach.
You reach out to scoop it up and bring it to your lips but Jisung stops you, a slight panic in his eyes.
“Don’t—it’s an aphrodisiac. It’s much more potent when consumed orally.”
Your eyes widen.
“Will it—how does it—,” you flush when you can’t find the proper words.
Jisung smiles but it’s more of a smirk.
You’re relieved that he’s feeling much more comfortable now.
“It’s for mating—to help the process be more bearable.”
“Mating?”
Jisung hums before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll tell you more about it later. But right now I really need to be in you.”
You nod hurriedly before grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to yours in a rushed but soft kiss.
“Please Ji.”
Jisung’s features grow slightly dark, sending a wave of excitement through your body.
“So good,” he growls and you shiver, “Begging for me like this. You’re so fucking cute.”
Your thighs press together at that.
This side of Jisung was new, but definitely not unwelcomed.
“Don’t worry pretty,” he presses one final kiss to your lips.
“I’ll give you what you want—what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
“What I’ve been fantasizing about.”
That’s when you feel it, one of the smaller tentacles snaking between your legs. Your body tenses at the foreign feeling despite your excitement.
“Relax baby—gotta prep you first.”
You listen to him, letting your legs fall open once more. The tentacle is cold against your heated core but it feels so good.
Its movements aren’t rushed by any means, taking its time rubbing between your lips, circling your clit—building up the intense heat inside you with its teasing touches before it finally prods at your entrance.
You moan as you watch it disappear between your legs.
It’s slightly thicker than Jisung’s tongue but it doesn’t reach as far.
You’re practically panting when you notice the other smaller tentacle wrap itself around Jisung before giving a firm tug and then another.
Jisung shudders at the movement.
You’ve never seen anything hotter in your life—watching as it moves up and down him, the tip of the tentacle teasing his weeping and sensitive head.
When you shift your gaze you find Jisung’s already on you. The intensity of his stare has you clenching around the tentacle buried deep within you.
Your head falls back against the pillow, fingers reaching out to grip at anything you can as your back arches in indescribable pleasure.
That’s when you feel Jisung’s fingers between yours. The action has your heart fluttering. Even in the midst of the filthiest sex fantasy you’ve ever had being brought to life—Jisung is still so gentle and loving with you.
“Can I add the other?”
You think you nod because in the next second you feel the other tentacle that had been wrapped around Jisung push into you. The feeling of them gliding next to each other inside you had you leaking so much.
You were certain Jisung’s sheets were doomed.
A tingling sensation begins at your entrance and a slight unfamiliar heat spreads inside of you as the tentacles continue to penetrate you.
“Ji,” you find your voice—almost embarrassed at how breathy and fucked out you sound.
“Yeah?”
“What’s—why does it feel—.”
You can’t finish. You’ve never felt so good in your life. The warmth inside you feels so—you can’t explain it.
“That’s the aphrodisiac. Does it feel good baby?”
You whine as the tentacles continue to stretch you, “Amazing. M’feels so good.”
Your body tenses on the brink of another orgasm, but this time it’s taken away from you.
A sting pricks at your eyes as Jisung retracts the tentacles. He shushes you as he positions his forearms next to your head once more, hovering over you.
“Want you to come around me this time,” he groans before lining himself up with you.
Jisung distracts you with his lips as his tip prods your entrance.
A choked gasp leaves you at the feeling.
“Shhh baby—relax for me. Good girl.”
The praises make your brain fuzzy as his girth inches further inside you.
Jisung is careful with his thrusts, pushing in a few inches before pulling out and repeating the motion.
You’ve never felt so full in your life.
Your lover doesn’t look any better. His eyes are squeezed shut—harsh pants leaving him as he presses inside you.
“Baby?”
Jisung’s eyes open at the pet name, his black eyes meeting yours.
“S-So tight. Fuck you feel so good Y/n.”
“You too. So good—so big. Fuck I can feel you here,” you whimper as a weak hand comes to rest against your tummy.
Jisung’s head hangs as a long moan leaves him, his hand coming to rest right next to yours.
“Fuck,” he grunts, hips slowing their pace slightly, “I’m not hurting you am I?”
You shake your head, eyes heavy as Jisung continues to thrust inside you.
“No—feels so fucking good. So full, so—.”
Your words trail off as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
You felt so fucking consumed by him.
Jisung whimpers when you clench around him. Every now and again you find yourself giving it a squeeze, bringing him closer and closer to his release.
“I’m close,” you call out as Jisung continues to hit right where you need him with every thrust.
Jisung nods, muttering a soft,‘me too,’ before hiking one of your thighs over his forearm and changing the angle—fucking deeper into you.
The room is filled with moans, whimpers and grunts as the two of you chase your highs together.
One thing was certain, Jisung had ruined you in every way possible.
“Fucking made for me,” he groans as his eyes focus in on where he disappears inside of you.
“Taking me so well. Made just for me, mine—all mine.”
‘Yours,’ you wanted to say but all that left your mouth were obscene moans.
You loved him. Fuck you love him so much.
A continuous string of whimpers and pleas fall from your lips and Jisung obeys every single one.
This felt right. He felt right. You had never felt more complete than in this moment.
Jisung’s cock continues to abuse your hole, pulsing deep inside you with every thrust.
Oh god how quickly you had become addicted to the delicious drag of his monstrous cock.
Your arms wrap around his as he changes positions, allowing your thighs to slip around his waist as he presses his front to yours. His thrusts aren’t as fast, rather slow and deep.
But it allows for you to feel him, every ridge and dip of his cock as he continues to fuck you.
“H-How do you say it Ji,” you whimper, arms clinging onto his shoulders.
“S-Say what?”
Your eyes meet his and you become overwhelmed.
“I love you Ji. How do you—how do you say it in your language.”
Your heart clenches you can see the glittery tears begin to pool in his eyes.
Jisung’s lips fall open and he speaks. The words are unfamiliar to you but you repeat them back to him as best as you can.
The look on Jisung’s face tells you all you need to know. He echoes the words back at you before leaning down for a soft but passionate kiss.
“Got so lucky,” he whispers against your neck—hips never faltering in their movements to bring you to ecstasy.
“I-I think I’m the lucky one.”
Jisung’s hips begin to falter and you can feel he’s close.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck I need to pull out baby.”
Your legs wrap tighter around him—violently shaking your head.
“Please Ji—want it.”
Jisung shakes his head, “It’s a lot. There might be too much.”
You refuse, profusely begging for him to give it to you.
“Fuck, how can I resist you.”
Your lips meet, hotly panting against one another and Jisung fucks into you once—twice—and it’s when your hands brush against his antennas once again that he comes, long and hard.
The feeling of him releasing deep within you prompts your orgasm. You’re shaking with your high, breathing heavily as Jisung fills you to the brim. You whimper at the feeling of your stomach expanding slightly with his load. It’s when you both feel it start to come out that Jisung pulls out of you—but not without a whine leaving the two of you.
He’s still coming in thick spurts even then and you almost come again at the sight.
After a few moments, once you both are covered in the glittery substance, he finally collapses on top of you.
The two of you lie together, breathing harsh as you both try to grasp what just happened.
Jisung shifts his weight off of you and falls to your side.
Before you can complain, he’s pulling you against him and nuzzling his face into your neck.
Jisung chitters happily and you feel content.
The two of you lay in silence for a while, Jisung chittering happily as you press soft kisses against his forehead, nose, lips—anywhere you can reach. He traces the marks on your skin with his fingers—both those he had produced and the suction marks from his tentacles. Those which had wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured and safe against your lover.
A little while later Jisung reluctantly pulls himself away from you, retracting his tentacles to your disappointment and wandering off to the bathroom in search of something to clean the both of you.
Jisung is gentle during the cleanup, wiping your sensitive areas carefully and pressing gentle kisses to your skin—whispering about how good you were for him and how lucky he was to have you.
You could only watch him with a sleepy smile, still feeling the after affects of your intense love making session.
Afterwards, Jisung dresses you both before crawling back into bed with you and snuggling up to you once more.
You play with Jisung’s hair, giggling when his antennas brush against your jaw.
As you take in your lover's alien features, a thought crosses your mind.
“Hey Ji,” you whisper softly, careful not to be too loud in case the man has already fallen asleep on your chest.
Jisung lets out a low hum, it’s sleepy but indicates that he’s still awake.
“The glamor—,” you start and Jisung's body instantly tenses.
He sits up suddenly, eyes finding yours—instantly wide awake at the mention of his camouflage.
“What about it?”
The question comes out nervously, causing you to frown.
“I just wanted to know if it’s difficult to keep it on?”
Jisung deflates, looking like a kicked puppy.
“I’ll put it back on,” he says quietly before trying to shift out of your hold.
“No Ji,” you quickly stop him.
“That’s not what I meant baby. I don’t want you to put it back on.”
Jisung looks confused as he meets your gaze, “You don’t?”
He seems surprised and that makes you sad.
“No it’s just—you said earlier that it takes a lot of energy to keep it on?”
Jisung nods in confirmation.
“Then promise me when we’re together that you’ll take it off. I want you to be comfortable around me.”
Jisung’s eyes light up.
“You really mean that? It doesn’t bother you?”
You huff out a laugh in disbelief, “If it bothered me would I have let you fuck me just now?”
Jisung’s eyes widen, his cheeks lighting up in a pretty blush.
Cute.
“N-No, I don’t suppose you would have.”
You snort at that.
“You’re a dork you know that?”
“Your dork,” he echoes back.
You hum at that before pulling your lover into a soft kiss.
Your dork, your alien, your person.
Your everything.
That’s it!! Thank you all for reading. Thinking about turning this into a mini series but let me know what you think on @linosnoot or in the comments!
Special thanks to all of the authors of the monster fics I’ve read for inspiring me to write this! 🤍
Please remember to reblog and leave a comment if you like this so that others can enjoy it as well! Even two words would be enough to make my day <3! Enjoy!
11:36 P.M. — Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.
How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.
But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.
Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.
Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.
Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.
Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.
The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.
“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.
Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”
At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)
“Show me,” you demand.
Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.
It is too much for you.
The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.
“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”
“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”
You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”
“Shut up, you idiot—”
Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.
You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.
“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”
He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.
“Thank you, baby."
(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)
three times hyunjin wanted to kiss you plus the one time he finally did | h.h.j
pairing... bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader
tags... best friends to lovers, "unrequited" love, fluff, 3+1 prompt
hyunjin really, really wants to kiss you. but he can't, because that's not what best friends do.
wc... 1.4k words
a/n... was supposed to have class today but there was a really bad storm so i whipped this up during my newfound free time <3 this is longer than i planned it to be tbh
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ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° ONE
hyunjin was bored to death. he had done nothing all day except use his phone, watch tv, use his phone, pretend to work on his laptop, and use his phone. now, here he was, lounging on his couch, tapping away on his phone and looking for food to order.
he contemplated texting you, his best friend, but decided against it, thinking you were probably busy.
right as he was about to pay for his food, hyunjin's phone buzzed and a notification popped up. his eyes lit up, realizing it was a message from you.
y/n: hyun!
y/n: are you busy?
typing as if his life depended on it, hyunjin quickly replied.
hyunjin: nah
hyunjin: i was about to order dinner tho
y/n: do you want mcdonald's? was thinking i could pick u up and we can get drive-thru
ah, times like this, hyunjin really just wanted to give you a big fat kiss. you were always spoiling him, after all.
hyunjin: YES PLEASE!!!!
hyunjin: maybe we could watch a movie after too
hyunjin: i mean, only if you want
he was nervous. he's invited you over many times before, but not since he realized that he was maybe, kind of, sort of in love with you.
y/n: definitely!!! sounds like a plan <3 i'll be there in 15
and just like that, hyunjin's smiling like an idiot. words can't explain how excited he was to see your face, to smell your perfume, and to hear your voice. and if his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips, that was his business and his alone.
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° TWO
fifteen minutes had never felt longer. hyunjin was anxiously waiting for you to arrive, eyes darting between his phone and the clock on the wall. were you purposely driving slow to make him crazy?
as if on cue, you knocked on his front door, making him jump up off the couch in excitement. he slid his phone into his pocket, grabbed his wallet and keys, and walked over to the entrance of his apartment.
when he opened the door, you were greeted with a huge smile and a big, warm hug.
"hi! i missed you," hyunjin said, though it was muffled due to the fact that his face was buried in your hair. you giggled at his affection and replied, "we just saw each other last week!"
"i know, i still missed you, though." smiling sheepishly, he let go of you and closed the door to his apartment. he took your hand and pulled you towards the elevator. "come on. i'm starving"
+
after a long wait at mcdonald's, you finally paid and got your food. pulling out of the drive-thru, you began your drive back to hyunjin's house.
"no way, i've been scammed!" hyunjin gasps dramatically, raising his hand to his forehead and slumping in his seat. "they only gave me five nuggets when i ordered six. i'm legally obligated to one more!!!"
"what? no way." you quickly peeked inside the box hyunjin was holding, seeing that there were, in fact, only five nuggets. "alright, we're going back there."
surprised, hyunjin sat up and stared at you. "wait, huh? no, y/n- i was just kidding. it's just one nugget difference. it isn't a big deal, let's just go home."
"don't be crazy, hyun. you paid for six nuggets, and you're getting those six nuggets." the look on your face was one of pure determination. your brows were furrowed, your eyes focused on the road, and your lips -god, your lips- looked so pretty and soft. 'perhaps,' hyunjin thought to himself, 'i should repay y/n for all the trouble with a kiss.'
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° THREE
hyunjin's heart was beating a mile a minute. the two of you had chosen to watch a horror movie after eating dinner, which was a bad idea considering you both hated them. but the reason for his pacing heartbeat wasn't the movie, no, it was you.
you were sitting next to him on the couch, huddled under the blanket. your legs were touching his, your hands were clutching his arm, and your neck was resting on his shoulder. he wasn't even paying attention to the movie anymore, not when you were this close to him. not even the jumpscares affected him. he was far too focused on how your grip around his arm would tighten, how you would try to scooch even closer to him, how you would hide your face in his neck.
after the movie ended, the two of you stayed in your position on the couch, too comfortable to move. hyunjin had his arm around your shoulders, keeping you safe in his grasp. you were telling him about your past few days, eyes lighting up as you recalled your happy memories. the corners of your lips perked up when you talked, pulling your cheeks higher and bringing your eyes to a crinkle.
you looked so pretty in his arms, hyunjin swears he could just lean in and kiss you right then and there. but he doesn't, because that's not what best friends do.
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° PLUS ONE
the stars were twinkling in the midnight sky. it was late and you were too scared to drive yourself home, claiming that the horror movie 'changed your brain chemistry.' so, like any good best friend would do, hyunjin invited you to spend the night. in his bed.
"are you sure, hyun? i'm perfectly happy sleeping on the couch." you were standing by his bedroom door, watching him pull out your favorite hoodie of his. he walked to you with a soft smile, handing you the hoodie so you could change into something more comfortable than your old (and probably a size too small) t-shirt. "oh come on, it's fine. i'm the one who asked you to stay over, anyway. it's only right that you take the bed and i take the couch."
reluctantly accepting the hoodie from his hands, you sigh. "okay, okay. i'll sleep on your bed. but! only if you stay here with me."
a deep blush crept onto hyunjin's cheeks at your request, but still, he gave in and nodded. "sure, anything for you, y/n."
+
it was a long, nearly sleepless night. beside hyunjin, you slept peacefully, lying on your side and facing him. he spent many hours staring up at his ceiling, silently cursing and thanking god at the same time for putting him in this situation.
don't get him wrong, hyunjin was so glad to have you with him in his bed, but he was so anxious that he'd make you uncomfortable. were you okay sleeping while facing each other? was he hogging too much of the blanket? was he too close to you?
eventually, these thoughts subsided and hyunjin finally fell asleep. after a couple hours of rest, the sun started to seep through the curtains, filling the room with soft rays of light. opening his eyes once again, hyunjin was delighted to be greeted by your face in front of his.
you were so beautiful. hyunjin admired the way your plump lips still curved into a small smile despite being asleep. your hair was covering your eyes, so he slowly reached his hand to your forehead, gently brushing the stray pieces behind your ear. his hand hovered there as he thought to himself 'i could just kiss them, right now.' shaking the thought away, he brought his hand back down to his side, choosing to continue admiring your beauty instead.
"are you going to keep staring, or are you going to kiss me?" you whispered, eyes slowly opening. "i mean, if you won't do it, i will,"
hyunjin's mouth dropped open. did he hear you correctly?
you giggled at his reaction, bringing your hand to his cheek. he immediately leaned into your touch. "last chance, hyun."
this is it, he was gonna do it. he was going to kiss you. closing his eyes, hyunjin leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. it was everything. he could've sworn he felt fireworks explode in his chest. he placed his hand on the small of your back, bringing your bodies together. you moved the hand on his cheek to the hair at his nape, playing with the soft strands.
pulling away, hyunjin took a deep breath and opened his eyes. you both smiled at each other, happy in each other's arms. "finally. you don't know how long i've wanted to do that."
"took you long enough," you laughed. "i was so sure you'd kiss me after the movie. i was waiting all night."
hyunjin chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. god, he could get used to this. "had i known you wanted me to kiss you, i wouldn't have waited for a single second."
