LOVE LETTER â 001: "You said to knock, but curiosity is a terrible thing to fight."
TEARS RUN DOWN MY THIGHS !
Or: Han jisung buys a new toy, decides to use said toy, but has no idea that his roommate will be coming home early which leads to.... problems.
Fic includes: nerd!sung, smut, sub!han, toy usage, overstim, fem!reader, dubcon (if you squint maybe..), subspace, swearing, han jisung is LOUD and rambly, oral (m receiving), reader helps jisung jerk off, usage of "baby," (directed at Jisung), mommy kink, roommates to lovers(?)
Wc: 2.9k (Wowie!!)
Jiji notes: this is my first ever fic yippee!! This is inspired by one chinese post I saw on twitter HAHAHA so big credit to them. Reblogs, comments, and likes are very well-appreciated. Enjoy reading !!
To say Han Jisung was excited would be the understatement of the century.
After the most brutal couple of weeks he'd had at university, he thought he deserved a little treat for himself. Between tutoring his juniors, submitting requirements on time, acing tests and surprise quizzes, andâmost importantlyâfinishing that godforsaken coding sheet Chan wanted for a robotics competition, he'd earned it.
Point is, Han Jisung was tired.
He also hadn't had much time to indulge himself lately, especially since you'd become his roommate.
Now, don't get him wrongâyou were helpful, funny, and always willing to listen to his ramblings about music production and beat-making and whatever became his favorite fixation at the moment. You'd even sit through entire anime marathons with him.
But, God, you seriously needed to learn how to knock.
There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.
So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.
And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".
And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.
When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.
He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!
He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.
Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.
"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.
Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.
"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.
He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little
He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.
Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.
Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, âO-oh! Shitâ! That'sâ haha that's prettyâ hngk s-strong!â He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.
His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment
A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "Fâfuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.
It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)
His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs
"O-oh my goâangh! Go-d!.. T-Too muchâ!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.
The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. â 'm closeâ ngah! Gonâna c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically
But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "Jâjeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.
"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.
You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!
"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listenâ remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeahâ guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.
And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.
Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.
His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.
Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and ohâ he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.
âSung? Sungieâ Hey??? Are you listening?â He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.
âJisungâŠ? Did you justââ You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.
â 'm s-sorry I'm sorryâ" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "Tâturn it oâ ogkhâ! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!â He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.
You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.
âhey, hey, sungie?â You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook âHey⊠are you okay?â You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling
Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you awayâhis hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.
âNghkâ! Too much!â He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.
Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.
You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.â
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock
You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Pleaseâfuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinningâŠâ Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.
Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fastâmuch easier with his previous two orgasmsâusing his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.
"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.
He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stopâfuck, it's close! It's comingâ" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists âgonna cumâ mommy please I'm gonnaâ gonna cumââ loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.
And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.
He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.
His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.
You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.
He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.
As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.
He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and thenâhorrifyinglyâthe memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.
"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.â
@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon đđ I hope you like it.. đđ (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)
đ With love, Cupioyennie | Credit to bpdspain for borders!
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 14 - Factory Reset
HYUNJIN'S POVÂ
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 7 am
Y/N cancelled this week's drop in Latin dance class because you were to spend all of Saturday with her, just like she did last week with Your Heart. Right now you are on a team with he,r helping put the final touches to the set up of a venue. The two of you are volunteering together at an arts festival, and it's a change in the activities you usually do together. Public transit starts later on weekends so you got to Y/N's apartment using Uber, then picked her up. She always has her black back pack with her, and she has everything she thinks you both need inside, including bottles of water. You don't mind being momentarily seperated, but she signed you up to always work together so you can spend more time interacting.Â
The tent set up is almost complete, Y/N seems at ease doing this, she had mentioned having volunteered over the years and some of the staff seemed to know her, even worked with her at different local events. She seems at ease in this community and is able to talk a lot even at this early hour. Y/N bends over a lot in her tasks and you wish she hadn't won baggy comfortable and practical pants because they are obscuring your view, Truth be told, you haven't been at this festival before and only agreed because she asked, you find yourself unable to say no to her. But she is your woman, what can you do other than want to see her? Your Heart made a good decision inviting her to your relationship, she is a great gift.Â
"Our team leader says we can now erect the fences, they have finished unloading them from the truck. Well, the last ones, we are putting up the last of the fences on the inside of the venue."
Y/N's voice breaks you out of your reverie and you smile at her, finishing up on last tent and standing up. She already has a hand out to you with a bottle, which you take to sip and hand back to her. She places it into her back pack, which she promptly places back on her back and starts walking towards the truck. You increase your pace so you are next to her and your hands touch, Y/N slides her hands into yours, presses gently then lets go. There's work to be done.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 9 am
This is your second shift today, you are at the face painting station, and Y/N is your assistant. There are many children lined up with their parents, very eager to have exciting designs on their face. Y/N signed you both up but she is of no help as she has never done this before. You had given her a run down of the brushes, sponges, stensils and glitters before the station opened. She will hand you items if you need them like someone would hand different scapels to a surgeon. You really could do this on our own but you are happy to have her there right next to you, it's a much better experience than the previous shift.Â
The first batch of parents is already lined up, none of the children look sleepy at all, Some are shy, others bubbly, some parents talk to their children asking them to sit still so you can finish. All the while, Y/N 'assists' you. You talk more to the kids while Y/N says very little, you can only guess she's letting you carry conversations so you can decide what designs to draw and paint on the little faces. Things are going smoothly including the light banter with parents when one woman asks a question.
"Young man, are you single? I don't see a ring on your finger."
While you smile and before you can answer, Y/N pokes your high with her finger while holding in a giggle. Nobody can see her action since it's under the table but it makes you jump a bit, almost spoiling the work you are doing on the face of the womans son.Â
"I don't have a ring on my finger, it's in My Heart, " you answer, and continue to concentrate. You are almost done with the little boy's face. Y/N can't hold her laughter in anymore, she bursts out laughing but tries to keep the volume down.Â
"What's so funny, are you dating him?"
Y/N shakes her head and answers, "No, I'm not dating him, he's not my type." She's still laughing.Â
The woman is amused, she asks Y/N what her type is.Â
"Shorter than this one, long blonde hair, freckles. That's my type."
"I could have sworn there's something going on between the two of you, you look good together."
"Maybe we'll be together in another lifetime, I'm just volunteering with at this station."
You are done with the little boy so you let him know he's done, he is happy with what he sees in the mirror and jumps up from his seat and walks towards his mother. She thanks you and leaves reluctantly, and you have to keep a steady composure.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 11:00 am
Your volunteer shift is over and you are both ready to explore the festival as attendees. You know it's time to feed Y/N since she's had no breakfast as usual. There's a stand manned by a South Asian guy, he's selling pineaple, sugar cane and tangerine juce with options for adding sea salt or mint. Y/N asks for both options and you just know she'll make you drink it with her. The drink is refreshing especially since all you've had all morning since 7 am is water. You try to get Y/N to drink more of it but she seems intent to share it a lot with you, you don't mind, you are just worried for her. The festival is nowhere near your usual buffet spot so you'll have to find her something to eat but then she produces two Envy apples. Ha! So that's what the bag is for?Â
"Y/N, I need to get you some real food, like an actual meal." you tell her while you walk hand in hand, nibbling on the apples. She seems intent on looking at everything at the festival. Last Saturday she over exerted herself during the run and walk she does with Felix around the lake, you want to make sure that doesn't happen.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 12:43 pm
You managed to get Y/N to her favourite Peruvian fast food restaurant and she's eating her normal meal, with BBQ chicken, fried plantains, rice, beans - the whole combo. She will take most of the meal home but she's very content.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 2:30Â pm
You are holding the food in a take out bag while Y/N browses the sports bras in her favourite plus size store. Your Heart is the reason she needs a sports bra, so here you are. She's talking quite a bit with a sales lady and she eventually picks a few to try on. Fifteen minutes later, you are paying for two sports bras which she picked out, she gives you a back hug in appreciation while you pay. You can't help but smile while you swipe your credit card.Â
While leaving the store, a mauve top catches your eye and you stop to take a look at it. Y/N is curious so she takes it off the wrack and places it infront of herself and lets you look. It looks great on her. She mentions that they don't have her size, 20 - North American. You wonder if you should order it online, with the matching bottom. Y/N lets you know the bottom will have to be a size 22 otherwise it won't fit. You look at her again and remember that your artist's eye had noted she was slightly bottom heavier and it wasn't just your eyes exaggerating due to your fondness of her. Y/N tells you that the two of you can revisit this issue later and that she'd like to try on the outfit before any orders are placed. You acquiesce.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 3:39 pm
Y/N is doing a little grocery shopping, which is actually very few things this time around. More lactose free milk, a green cabbage, bananas, and apples. She seems to like Envy apples. You ask her to come with you to the pharmacy aisles. Y/N isnt actually ready for what you are about to add to the grocery cart.Â
"Hyunjin, are you seriously picking this right now?" Her tone suggests she's only mildly scandalized.Â
"We have these at our house, it only makes sense to stock up at your apartment. Do you already have these? I don't see why we should pass the cost to you. We will supply them."
Y/N's not blushing, she's amused.Â
"Pick the variety pack, the one with all the fancy types, like the ribbed ones, even the ones that say 'her pleasure'. Just make sure it's only latex, no spermicide and no warming liquid."Â You are pleased she's so specific, you keep the details in mind and compare them with what you and Felix have in his room. Some revisions will have to be made.Â
Y/N's POV
Saturday 31st May, 2026 - 6:14 pm
You are back at your apartment, with Hyunjin having spoiled you so much all day. You feel a guilt gnaw at you, his youth, his willingness to go along with your requests, you had to cut him short when he wanted to buy you a top. You can use him to get the things you want but this is not actually your nature, it's something new you are trying to get better results with this men right now, but you do not wish to destroy the men in the process.Â
Once the door is closed and you both toe off your shoes, before you can put anything away, you hold Hyunjin in a tight hug. He automatically placed his arms around your shoulders, and you thank him for everything he did that day. You name everything so he can understand how much it means to you. You make sure to not accidentally mention the selfish men you had been with before, or that you had steadily improved the quality of men over time.Â
But now you are both freshly showered and Hyunjin is seated on the couch, you having chosen the floor next to him, with your side on the couch, your arms holding his leg, head on his thigh, just chatting quietly. You have to sit on the floor otherwise it will be too much soft surface to be on if you have to be in bed for long, your back will hurt again.Â
"Felix told me one of these guys makes his fans bark, which one is it?" Hyunjin asks, while pointing at the picture of the 'Twin Towers' still in your living room.Â
"Oh, that's Mingi, the slightly shorter one, and no, I don't bark even though he's my bias."
"Why not?"
You lift your head from Hyunjin's thigh, turn your head up to look at him, "i'm too old to do stuff like that."
"Would you do it at a concert if you went to see him?"
"I highly doubt it. He's have to be right in front of him like maybe at a fan sign and even then I would resist the bark."
You don't expect it but Hyunjin starts to laugh, really loudly, like it's the funniest thing he has ever heard. The laughter is almost contagious but you can't laugh because you don't know the reason for it. You search his eyes when the laughing subsides and you search his eyes.Â
"You don't like to surrender, do you?"Â
"No," you respond, and lay your head back on his thigh. You hold your tongue and don't say anything else. You remember that even though you are definitely falling for this man, and his boyfriend, you are intentionally actively fighting yourself. Internally, you are being dragged kicking and screaming towards their affection. After a slight pause, while Hyunjin has his hand on your head, you ask him how he met Felix.Â
"Felix's parents sent him back to Korea for cultural enrichment. He didn't know his mother tongue so they sent him 'back home'. Both of us, and with Changbin included are in a friend group of eight guys. We used to be nine but now it's just us eight. Felix is one of the two sent to Korea for cultural enrichment, the other one is Christopher. He's also Australian like Felix. He was in Korea longer than Felix so he took him under his wing, Chris is like a dad to us."
By this time you are looking up again at Hyunjin, he has a far away look in his eyes, like he's is reminiscing about how this friend group came into being. Before you can say anything, hes subconsciously reaching for his phone and going though the pictures, he pulls one up to show you, and names the ones you can't immediately recognize: Chris, Jisung, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin. Your jaw drops figuratively, they are all so photogenic, like they could easily all be visuals in a K-pop band. You wonder if attractive people self select and only hang around other attractive people, it all seems unfair. You sigh internally but to Hyunjin, you say something else.Â
"You sound like you miss them."
"I do."
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 9:00 pm
You are in bed with Hyunjin and deeply regretting it because this is the third time you had to put on clothes in bed without wanting to. When Shida stays overnight, you have to dress up but when you are alone, you are usually topless and in hot pants. Even during winter your apartment is warm enough for you to stay semi nude. Panties at home are for when you have your periods. So now you are forced to wear hot pants and t-shirts because these men are around. Both of you are lying on your sides facing each other, very close with your feet entangled together. Hyunjin is asking you why you like him, and you could tell him the truth, or partial reason being he and his boyfriend let you eat their money, but you give the diplomatic response that you like how they take care of you. You don'r mention that you are falling for them. Hyunjin segues to the next topic and asks,Â
"Now that you like me because I take care of you, can you let me experience the smooth skin Felix told me about?"Â
"What?"
"Felix told me your skin is very smooth, I'd like to experience it for myself."
He's smiling at you, asking, so you take his hand and place it on your cheek.Â
"Explore, Magellan. Don't lose your compass."
He squints his eyes at the reference you just made, you think he'll probably ask about it later, his fingers are now on your neck but your t-shirt is in the way. So you take his hand and place it under your t-shirt on your stomach, so he explores your stomach rolls and doesn't make any attempt to touch your braless breasts which are basically all over the place. Hyunjin is really restraining himself and it's amusing you so much. The only option he has is to go south, and there he encounters your hot pants. He doesn't wait for you to put his hand into your hot pants, instead he uses both hands on your ass to pull you towards him. It happens so fast that before you even catch your breath, he has one of your legs over his thigh and now his finger is at the very edge of your hot pants, in the crease where your ass check meets your thigh, and he's exploring that spot.Â
"Wow, I didn't expect this spot to also be smooth." He seems to be concentrating as he starts to explore your thigh but unlike Felix who touched the front, hes drawing a line at the back and it makes your breath hitch. The underside is more sensitive. You thank the gods or whoever that you remembered to keep oiling that crease, the few times you were too lazy or too busy to oil it, you were shocked when it turned dry and you remembered the shouted warnings from when you were a kid, "Oil your skin lest it becomes like that of a monitor lizard!". After many decades you had kept the monitor lizard skin away until this slip up, so you banished it from the crease at the bottom of your ass cheeks. It paid off today, it the silliest way possible.Â
"I like your large thighs, I can't wait for you to crush me between them, crush my head, crush my waist, I want to be trapped between them."Â
Hyunjin's voice is lower, his face is closer to yours, he's speaking in a whisper, you look into his eyes and see he's still there though a man with carnal desires is looming in the background. You are not scared. Hyunjin's hands are back on your butt cheeks, over the hot pants, and he pulls you even closer, you feel his growing erection directly on your mound, and you can't breathe.Â
"Turn around." Hyunjin instructs you. The words don't register, so he repeats them, "Woman, my woman, turn around for your husband."
It's when you hear the word 'husband' that your actually hear his request. You blink rapidly and unhook your leg from his thigh and you turn around. He lifts your t-shirt and starts to caress your skin. He moves close again and opens up your legs while you lie on your front, so one leg that's next to him is straight,and he bends the other one and folds it. It feels like the 'recovery position' you were taught in first aid classes when you were in school when you got to this country. Hyunjin moves back up to you and matches your leg stance, one leg straight and the other folded. You can feel his erection on your ass now, his hands explore your back all the way to your shoulders. You still have the t-shirt on.Â
"Very smooth skin, I love it."
You can hardly respond, you make a sound, it might be a purr, you don't know. There's no sountrack, no music playing, but everything is muted, it's just you and your husband in that bedroom, the faux blue silk sheets he bought you, and you feel the sheets directly on your skin in tandem to his hands on your back. And then it happens. You feel it. Teeth. Hyunjin bites the back of your neck very lightly. You moan. It encouranges him, he bites a little harder, not painful but definitely not exploratory and tentative like the first bite. You moan even louder, your legs start fidgetting so he puts more of his weight over your lower body to still you, and he takes your left palm in his to steady you. Now you feel more pressure from his teeth and lips on the back of your neck.Â
"Fuck, Husband. Do it again, but take your t-shirt off, I want to feel your skin on my back."
To think this man hasn't even kissed you yet but he is already making a mess out of you, your mind has stopped working. Hyunjin doesn't waste time throwing away the offending t-shirt and is back on your back again. This time when he bites you, not painfully but with an amount of pressure that works for you (he has just learned it with a few tries), and grinds his erection on your ass and you moaned loudly, clutching his hand tightly. He is scruffing you, and alarm bells go off. You are limp under him, as long as he keeps his teeth on you neck you are a disabled rag doll. You are not ready for this. It feels great, you know you were safe with him, but you are not ready for this kind of surrender. Not this soon.Â
"Husband, stop."
The sensation is already waning and isn't as tingling and exciting as before. So subsequent bites make your mind less hazy. The moment you ask him to stop, he does. You both remain in the same position. Hyunjin waits a moment before he asks,
"Woman, what's wrong."
"Remember the barking thing we talked about earlier?"
"Yes."
"Your actions almost made me 'bark'."
"You don't like to lose control ..."
"I'm not ready to give myself over to you in that way, not yet."
"It's okay," Hyunjin replies, and then he placed a light kiss at the back of your neck. Instead of a normal reaction, you jolt and moan. You squeeze his hand in the process, and started panting. Something is 'wrong'. You start laughing lightly in frustration.Â
"Husband, it seems my body wants more from you than my mind is willing to let you give to me."Â
Tears of frustration start prickling your eyes. Hyunjin lays closer to you, head behind yours, chest on your back, hips on yiour ass, legs matching your stance, letting you know he is there for you, no matter what your choices are. He presses your connected palms to reassure you.Â
"What would you like to do?"
You wait for your breath to even out, and then lift your connected palms to your lips, kissing his hand, and you tell him you'd like to explore touching each other that doesn't send you careening towards wanting him inside you immediately. You want to touch each other without thinking about him pounding your cunt to oblivion using his cock. Hyunjin's response is a groan, he can barely control the slight grind of his hips and your corresponding moan tells him you were both struggling. The Latin dance class is fine, things are tame there, but you want to do more than that. It worked out well with Felix, why can't you have the same with Hyunjin? You don't like the 'storm' that was brewing between you, it seemed like a leap too fast for you.Â
"Can we talk face to face?" Hyunjin asks you.Â
You unclasp your hands and he moves off your body to let you turn around. Before you can register what's happening, as you turn around, your t-shirt that had been lifted by Hyunjjin so you could feel the skin of his chest and stomach on your back, decides to throw a wrench in the engine. Your t-shirt rides up as you turn around expoosing both your volumnious breasts and Hyunjin is transfixed. He's not moving to touch them but licks his lips.Â
"Your breasts have a beautiful sag to them, can I touch them? " he whispers, asking for permission. You nod, and watch him take one breast by the underside, and proceed to weigh it in his palm, and then he takes the other one and weighs them at the same time. You have been through this before, men are always entranced by your differently sized breasts.Â
"Felix mentioned your breasts the first time he described you to me. You have no idea how long I have waited to do this." He then proceeds to juggle them for a bit, and with that action alone you chuckle, amused, and that breaks the tension you had before between the two of you.Â
"Looks like juggling is safe, can we try something else?" Hyunjin asks, and when you nod, he proceeds to roll both nipples lightly betwen his index fingers and thumbs. You moan. It's manageable. He places both breasts together, nipples close to each other and puts both of them in his mouth and sucks. You moan loudly and buck your hips in the air. He stops. You are panting, he is perplexed. He asks to try something else, you tell him to go ahead. He lies on top of you, between your open thighs, his clothed groin on yours, his bare chest and stomach on yours, he gives one your breasts a light squeeze and he proceeds to start to lightly kiss your shoulder. Your reaction is the same, extreme, like you are on fire. Your hips buck into his groin so that his erection grinds on your clit, you both moan. Hyunjin stops.Â
"Woman, this is crazy."
"Do you have any more things to try?"
"Yes."
So Hyunjin kisses your neck and you are a mess, you grind into his crotch and tighten your thighs aound his hips so he stops. He gathers you close and rolls both of you over, and while you are on top, he declares,Â
"I think it's my lips. If I touch you with my lips, it's too much for you."
You think for a moment and agree with him. You relax into his embrace and have a light conversation that includes you both deciding to cool off and not do anything else. He laughs when you mentioned that when he was biting your neck, you felt like a hen being mounted by a rooster. He tells you that image is both funny and weird but that he would like to fuck you in that position in the future. You tell Hyunjin you look forward to it, and apologize for putting breaks on how much the two of you could do together. He's the sweetest. You will both be meeting Felix in the morning for mass, so you talk about what he'd like for that. You like how the conversation goes and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms, entangled because you won't let each other go despite any attempts at making out falling flat.Â
Felix's POVÂ
Sunday 1st June, 2025 - 8:45 am
It's a bit strange that Old Hen has asked you to meet them both outside the church in the back garden. There are a couple of alcoves back there and Old Hen said to meet them both in the one farthest from view. You go along with it and walk into the quiet garden, it's a stark contrast to the quiet conversation in the other part of the church where parishioners are coming in for mass. The three of you better make it quick so you are not late, you have fifteen minutes. As you turn around the bend to the final lane, you see Old Hen waving at you from the farthest corner. This reminds you of how she stands at her apartment door with her head popping out, watching you walk towards her from the elevator.Â
When you get to her, she doesn't even greet you good morning, she pulls you into a kiss, with her arms around your shoulders. You respond by holding her waist tight, and you feel all of her, her breasts and stomach on your front, and so you respond to the kiss urgently. Before you can enjoy the kiss, Old Hen is already pulling away, and that's when Hyunjin pulls you into the alcove, out of view and starts to kiss you, , grinding his hips into yours. You want to moan but you keep your reaction down. He's holding you with only one hand. but it's firm. It's not even 9 in the morning and you wonder what's got Hyunjin so riled up like this. Wasn't he with Old Hen last night?
When Hyunjin finally lets go, you realize why he held you with one hand, you realize his other hand is holding Old Hen's hand. She's also been acting as look out. You try to recover your breath and ask,Â
"Are we skipping mass, or are we going to talk about this after brunch?"Â
I can't believe I have been sitting here 7 hours wriiting this, lol. Still better than working a shift because those leave me exhausted physcially, I hope this chapter turned out better after all my long winded efforts. I am glad this chapter is out though I skipped one week because I was offline in the real world. i hope you enjoy this chapter.
Summary: Reader is not a noona (older sister), not even an ajumma (middle aged woman), she surely is pushing halmeoni (grandma) vibes, and here comes Lee Felix trying to court her. Yeah, I know, totally bizarre. This is set in a non-idol universe where SKZ members are not idols but Reader and her friend Halima love K-pop and watch costume C-Dramas.
Chapter 14 - Factory Reset
HYUNJIN'S POVÂ
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 7:00 am
Y/N cancelled this week's drop in Latin dance class because you were to spend all of Saturday with her, just like she did last week with Your Heart. Right now you are on a team with he,r helping put the final touches to the set up of a venue. The two of you are volunteering together at an arts festival, and it's a change in the activities you usually do together. Public transit starts later on weekends so you got to Y/N's apartment using Uber, then picked her up. She always has her black back pack with her, and she has everything she thinks you both need inside, including bottles of water. You don't mind being momentarily seperated, but she signed you up to always work together so you can spend more time interacting.Â
The tent set up is almost complete, Y/N seems at ease doing this, she had mentioned having volunteered over the years and some of the staff seemed to know her, even worked with her at different local events. She seems at ease in this community and is able to talk a lot even at this early hour. Y/N bends over a lot in her tasks and you wish she hadn't won baggy comfortable and practical pants because they are obscuring your view, Truth be told, you haven't been at this festival before and only agreed because she asked, you find yourself unable to say no to her. But she is your woman, what can you do other than want to see her? Your Heart made a good decision inviting her to your relationship, she is a great gift.Â
"Our team leader says we can now erect the fences, they have finished unloading them from the truck. Well, the last ones, we are putting up the last of the fences on the inside of the venue."
Y/N's voice breaks you out of your reverie and you smile at her, finishing up on last tent and standing up. She already has a hand out to you with a bottle, which you take to sip and hand back to her. She places it into her back pack, which she promptly places back on her back and starts walking towards the truck. You increase your pace so you are next to her and your hands touch, Y/N slides her hands into yours, presses gently then lets go. There's work to be done.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 9 am
This is your second shift today, you are at the face painting station, and Y/N is your assistant. There are many children lined up with their parents, very eager to have exciting designs on their face. Y/N signed you both up but she is of no help as she has never done this before. You had given her a run down of the brushes, sponges, stensils and glitters before the station opened. She will hand you items if you need them like someone would hand different scapels to a surgeon. You really could do this on our own but you are happy to have her there right next to you, it's a much better experience than the previous shift.Â
The first batch of parents is already lined up, none of the children look sleepy at all, Some are shy, others bubbly, some parents talk to their children asking them to sit still so you can finish. All the while, Y/N 'assists' you. You talk more to the kids while Y/N says very little, you can only guess she's letting you carry conversations so you can decide what designs to draw and paint on the little faces. Things are going smoothly including the light banter with parents when one woman asks a question.
"Young man, are you single? I don't see a ring on your finger."
While you smile and before you can answer, Y/N pokes your high with her finger while holding in a giggle. Nobody can see her action since it's under the table but it makes you jump a bit, almost spoiling the work you are doing on the face of the womans son.Â
"I don't have a ring on my finger, it's in My Heart, " you answer, and continue to concentrate. You are almost done with the little boy's face. Y/N can't hold her laughter in anymore, she bursts out laughing but tries to keep the volume down.Â
"What's so funny, are you dating him?"
Y/N shakes her head and answers, "No, I'm not dating him, he's not my type." She's still laughing.Â
The woman is amused, she asks Y/N what her type is.Â
"Shorter than this one, long blonde hair, freckles. That's my type."
"I could have sworn there's something going on between the two of you, you look good together."
"Maybe we'll be together in another lifetime, I'm just volunteering with at this station."
You are done with the little boy so you let him know he's done, he is happy with what he sees in the mirror and jumps up from his seat and walks towards his mother. She thanks you and leaves reluctantly, and you have to keep a steady composure.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 11:00 am
Your volunteer shift is over and you are both ready to explore the festival as attendees. You know it's time to feed Y/N since she's had no breakfast as usual. There's a stand manned by a South Asian guy, he's selling pineaple, sugar cane and tangerine juce with options for adding sea salt or mint. Y/N asks for both options and you just know she'll make you drink it with her. The drink is refreshing especially since all you've had all morning since 7 am is water. You try to get Y/N to drink more of it but she seems intent to share it a lot with you, you don't mind, you are just worried for her. The festival is nowhere near your usual buffet spot so you'll have to find her something to eat but then she produces two Envy apples. Ha! So that's what the bag is for?Â
"Y/N, I need to get you some real food, like an actual meal." you tell her while you walk hand in hand, nibbling on the apples. She seems intent on looking at everything at the festival. Last Saturday she over exerted herself during the run and walk she does with Your Heart around the lake, you want to make sure that doesn't happen.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 12:43 pm
You managed to get Y/N to her favourite Peruvian fast food restaurant and she's eating her normal meal, with BBQ chicken, fried plantains, rice, beans - the whole combo. She will take most of the meal home but she's very content.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 2:30Â pm
You are holding the food in a take out bag while Y/N browses the sports bras in her favourite plus size store. Your Heart is the reason she needs a sports bra, so here you are. She's talking quite a bit with a sales lady and she eventually picks a few to try on. Fifteen minutes later, you are paying for two sports bras which she picked out, she gives you a back hug in appreciation while you pay. You can't help but smile while you swipe your credit card.Â
While leaving the store, a mauve top catches your eye and you stop to take a look at it. Y/N is curious so she takes it off the wrack and places it infront of herself and lets you look. It looks great on her. She mentions that they don't have her size, 20 - North American. You wonder if you should order it online, with the matching bottom. Y/N lets you know the bottom will have to be a size 22 otherwise it won't fit. You look at her again and remember that your artist's eye had noted she was slightly bottom heavier and it wasn't just your eyes exaggerating due to your fondness of her. Y/N tells you that the two of you can revisit this issue later and that she'd like to try on the outfit before any orders are placed. You acquiesce.Â
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 3:39 pm
Y/N is doing a little grocery shopping, which is actually very few things this time around. More lactose free milk, a green cabbage, bananas, and apples. She seems to like Envy apples. You ask her to come with you to the pharmacy aisles. Y/N isnt actually ready for what you are about to add to the grocery cart.Â
"Hyunjin, are you seriously picking this right now?" Her tone suggests she's only mildly scandalized.Â
"We have these at our house, it only makes sense to stock up at your apartment. Do you already have these? I don't see why we should pass the cost to you. We will supply them."
Y/N's not blushing, she's amused.Â
"Pick the variety pack, the one with all the fancy types, like the ribbed ones, even the ones that say 'her pleasure'. Just make sure it's only latex, no spermicide and no warming liquid."Â You are pleased she's so specific, you keep the details in mind and compare them with what you and Your Heart have in his room. Some revisions will have to be made.Â
Y/N's POV
Saturday 31st May, 2026 - 6:14 pm
You are back at your apartment, with Hyunjin having spoiled you so much all day. You feel a guilt gnaw at you, his youth, his willingness to go along with your requests, you had to cut him short when he wanted to buy you a top. You can use him to get the things you want but this is not actually your nature, it's something new you are trying to get better results with this men right now, but you do not wish to destroy the men in the process.Â
Once the door is closed and you both toe off your shoes, before you can put anything away, you hold Hyunjin in a tight hug. He automatically placed his arms around your shoulders, and you thank him for everything he did that day. You name everything so he can understand how much it means to you. You make sure to not accidentally mention the selfish men you had been with before, or that you had steadily improved the quality of men over time.Â
But now you are both freshly showered and Hyunjin is seated on the couch, you having chosen the floor next to him, with your side on the couch, your arms holding his leg, head on his thigh, just chatting quietly. You have to sit on the floor otherwise it will be too much soft surface to be on if you have to be in bed for long, your back will hurt again.Â
"Felix told me one of these guys makes his fans bark, which one is it?" Hyunjin asks, while pointing at the picture of the 'Twin Towers' still in your living room.Â
"Oh, that's Mingi, the slightly shorter one, and no, I don't bark even though he's my bias."
"Why not?"
You lift your head from Hyunjin's thigh, turn your head up to look at him, "i'm too old to do stuff like that."
"Would you do it at a concert if you went to see him?"
"I highly doubt it. He's have to be right in front of him like maybe at a fan sign and even then I would resist the bark."
You don't expect it but Hyunjin starts to laugh, really loudly, like it's the funniest thing he has ever heard. The laughter is almost contagious but you can't laugh because you don't know the reason for it. You search his eyes when the laughing subsides and you search his eyes.Â
"You don't like to surrender, do you?"Â
"No," you respond, and lay your head back on his thigh. You hold your tongue and don't say anything else. You remember that even though you are definitely falling for this man, and his boyfriend, you are intentionally actively fighting yourself. Internally, you are being dragged kicking and screaming towards their affection. After a slight pause, while Hyunjin has his hand on your head, you ask him how he met Felix.Â
"Felix's parents sent him back to Korea for cultural enrichment. He didn't know his mother tongue so they sent him 'back home'. Both of us, and with Changbin included are in a friend group of eight guys. We used to be nine but now it's just us eight. Felix is one of the two sent to Korea for cultural enrichment, the other one is Christopher. He's also Australian like Felix. He was in Korea longer than Felix so he took him under his wing, Chris is like a dad to us."
By this time you are looking up again at Hyunjin, he has a far away look in his eyes, like he's is reminiscing about how this friend group came into being. Before you can say anything, hes subconsciously reaching for his phone and going though the pictures, he pulls one up to show you, and names the ones you can't immediately recognize: Chris, Jisung, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin. Your jaw drops figuratively, they are all so photogenic, like they could easily all be visuals in a K-pop band. You wonder if attractive people self select and only hang around other attractive people, it all seems unfair. You sigh internally but to Hyunjin, you say something else.Â
"You sound like you miss them."
"I do."
Saturday 31st May, 2025 - 9:00 pm
You are in bed with Hyunjin and deeply regretting it because this is the third time you had to put on clothes in bed without wanting to. When Shida stays overnight, you have to dress up but when you are alone, you are usually topless and in hot pants. Even during winter your apartment is warm enough for you to stay semi nude. Panties at home are for when you have your periods. So now you are forced to wear hot pants and t-shirts because these men are around. Both of you are lying on your sides facing each other, very close with your feet entangled together. Hyunjin is asking you why you like him, and you could tell him the truth, or partial reason being he and his boyfriend let you eat their money, but you give the diplomatic response that you like how they take care of you. You don'r mention that you are falling for them. Hyunjin segues to the next topic and asks,Â
"Now that you like me because I take care of you, can you let me experience the smooth skin Felix told me about?"Â
"What?"
"Felix told me your skin is very smooth, I'd like to experience it for myself."
He's smiling at you, asking, so you take his hand and place it on your cheek.Â
"Explore, Magellan. Don't lose your compass."
He squints his eyes at the reference you just made, you think he'll probably ask about it later, his fingers are now on your neck but your t-shirt is in the way. So you take his hand and place it under your t-shirt on your stomach, so he explores your stomach rolls and doesn't make any attempt to touch your braless breasts which are basically all over the place. Hyunjin is really restraining himself and it's amusing you so much. The only option he has is to go south, and there he encounters your hot pants. He doesn't wait for you to put his hand into your hot pants, instead he uses both hands on your ass to pull you towards him. It happens so fast that before you even catch your breath, he has one of your legs over his thigh and now his finger is at the very edge of your hot pants, in the crease where your ass check meets your thigh, and he's exploring that spot.Â
"Wow, I didn't expect this spot to also be smooth." He seems to be concentrating as he starts to explore your thigh but unlike Felix who touched the front, hes drawing a line at the back and it makes your breath hitch. The underside is more sensitive. You thank the gods or whoever that you remembered to keep oiling that crease, the few times you were too lazy or too busy to oil it, you were shocked when it turned dry and you remembered the shouted warnings from when you were a kid, "Oil your skin lest it becomes like that of a monitor lizard!". After many decades you had kept the monitor lizard skin away until this slip up, so you banished it from the crease at the bottom of your ass cheeks. It paid off today, it the silliest way possible.Â
"I like your large thighs, I can't wait for you to crush me between them, crush my head, crush my waist, I want to be trapped between them."Â
Hyunjin's voice is lower, his face is closer to yours, he's speaking in a whisper, you look into his eyes and see he's still there though a man with carnal desires is looming in the background. You are not scared. Hyunjin's hands are back on your butt cheeks, over the hot pants, and he pulls you even closer, you feel his growing erection directly on your mound, and you can't breathe.Â
"Turn around." Hyunjin instructs you. The words don't register, so he repeats them, "Woman, my woman, turn around for your husband."
It's when you hear the word 'husband' that your actually hear his request. You blink rapidly and unhook your leg from his thigh and you turn around. He lifts your t-shirt and starts to caress your skin. He moves close again and opens up your legs while you lie on your front, so one leg that's next to him is straight,and he bends the other one and folds it. It feels like the 'recovery position' you were taught in first aid classes when you were in school when you got to this country. Hyunjin moves back up to you and matches your leg stance, one leg straight and the other folded. You can feel his erection on your ass now, his hands explore your back all the way to your shoulders. You still have the t-shirt on.Â
"Very smooth skin, I love it."
You can hardly respond, you make a sound, it might be a purr, you don't know. There's no sountrack, no music playing, but everything is muted, it's just you and your husband in that bedroom, the faux blue silk sheets he bought you, and you feel the sheets directly on your skin in tandem to his hands on your back. And then it happens. You feel it. Teeth. Hyunjin bites the back of your neck very lightly. You moan. It encouranges him, he bites a little harder, not painful but definitely not exploratory and tentative like the first bite. You moan even louder, your legs start fidgetting so he puts more of his weight over your lower body to still you, and he takes your left palm in his to steady you. Now you feel more pressure from his teeth and lips on the back of your neck.Â
"Fuck, Husband. Do it again, but take your t-shirt off, I want to feel your skin on my back."
To think this man hasn't even kissed you yet but he is already making a mess out of you, your mind has stopped working. Hyunjin doesn't waste time throwing away the offending t-shirt and is back on your back again. This time when he bites you, not painfully but with an amount of pressure that works for you (he has just learned it with a few tries), and grinds his erection on your ass and you moaned loudly, clutching his hand tightly. He is scruffing you, and alarm bells go off. You are limp under him, as long as he keeps his teeth on you neck you are a disabled rag doll. You are not ready for this. It feels great, you know you were safe with him, but you are not ready for this kind of surrender. Not this soon.Â
"Husband, stop."
The sensation is already waning and isn't as tingling and exciting as before. So subsequent bites make your mind less hazy. The moment you ask him to stop, he does. You both remain in the same position. Hyunjin waits a moment before he asks,
"Woman, what's wrong."
"Remember the barking thing we talked about earlier?"
"Yes."
"Your actions almost made me 'bark'."
"You don't like to lose control ..."
"I'm not ready to give myself over to you in that way, not yet."
"It's okay," Hyunjin replies, and then he placed a light kiss at the back of your neck. Instead of a normal reaction, you jolt and moan. You squeeze his hand in the process, and started panting. Something is 'wrong'. You start laughing lightly in frustration.Â
"Husband, it seems my body wants more from you than my mind is willing to let you give to me."Â
Tears of frustration start prickling your eyes. Hyunjin lays closer to you, head behind yours, chest on your back, hips on yiour ass, legs matching your stance, letting you know he is there for you, no matter what your choices are. He presses your connected palms to reassure you.Â
"What would you like to do?"
You wait for your breath to even out, and then lift your connected palms to your lips, kissing his hand, and you tell him you'd like to explore touching each other that doesn't send you careening towards wanting him inside you immediately. You want to touch each other without thinking about him pounding your cunt to oblivion using his cock. Hyunjin's response is a groan, he can barely control the slight grind of his hips and your corresponding moan tells him you were both struggling. The Latin dance class is fine, things are tame there, but you want to do more than that. It worked out well with Felix, why can't you have the same with Hyunjin? You don't like the 'storm' that was brewing between you, it seemed like a leap too fast for you.Â
"Can we talk face to face?" Hyunjin asks you.Â
You unclasp your hands and he moves off your body to let you turn around. Before you can register what's happening, as you turn around, your t-shirt that had been lifted by Hyunjjin so you could feel the skin of his chest and stomach on your back, decides to throw a wrench in the engine. Your t-shirt rides up as you turn around expoosing both your volumnious breasts and Hyunjin is transfixed. He's not moving to touch them but licks his lips.Â
"Your breasts have a beautiful sag to them, can I touch them? " he whispers, asking for permission. You nod, and watch him take one breast by the underside, and proceed to weigh it in his palm, and then he takes the other one and weighs them at the same time. You have been through this before, men are always entranced by your differently sized breasts.Â
"Felix mentioned your breasts the first time he described you to me. You have no idea how long I have waited to do this." He then proceeds to juggle them for a bit, and with that action alone you chuckle, amused, and that breaks the tension you had before between the two of you.Â
"Looks like juggling is safe, can we try something else?" Hyunjin asks, and when you nod, he proceeds to roll both nipples lightly betwen his index fingers and thumbs. You moan. It's manageable. He places both breasts together, nipples close to each other and puts both of them in his mouth and sucks. You moan loudly and buck your hips in the air. He stops. You are panting, he is perplexed. He asks to try something else, you tell him to go ahead. He lies on top of you, between your open thighs, his clothed groin on yours, his bare chest and stomach on yours, he gives one your breasts a light squeeze and he proceeds to start to lightly kiss your shoulder. Your reaction is the same, extreme, like you are on fire. Your hips buck into his groin so that his erection grinds on your clit, you both moan. Hyunjin stops.Â
"Woman, this is crazy."
"Do you have any more things to try?"
"Yes."
So Hyunjin kisses your neck and you are a mess, you grind into his crotch and tighten your thighs aound his hips so he stops. He gathers you close and rolls both of you over, and while you are on top, he declares,Â
"I think it's my lips. If I touch you with my lips, it's too much for you."
You think for a moment and agree with him. You relax into his embrace and have a light conversation that includes you both deciding to cool off and not do anything else. He laughs when you mentioned that when he was biting your neck, you felt like a hen being mounted by a rooster. He tells you that image is both funny and weird but that he would like to fuck you in that position in the future. You tell Hyunjin you look forward to it, and apologize for putting brakes on how much the two of you could do together. He's the sweetest. You will both be meeting Felix in the morning for mass, so you talk about what he'd like for that. You like how the conversation goes and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms, entangled because you won't let each other go despite any attempts at making out falling flat.Â
Felix's POVÂ
Sunday 1st June, 2025 - 8:45 am
It's a bit strange that Old Hen has asked you to meet them both outside the church in the back garden. There are a couple of alcoves back there and Old Hen said to meet them both in the one farthest from view. You go along with it and walk into the quiet garden, it's a stark contrast to the quiet conversation in the other part of the church where parishioners are coming in for mass. The three of you better make it quick so you are not late, you have fifteen minutes. As you turn around the bend to the final lane, you see Old Hen waving at you from the farthest corner. This reminds you of how she stands at her apartment door with her head popping out, watching you walk towards her from the elevator.Â
When you get to her, she doesn't even greet you good morning, she pulls you into a kiss, with her arms around your shoulders. You respond by holding her waist tight, and you feel all of her, her breasts and stomach on your front, and so you respond to the kiss urgently. Before you can enjoy the kiss, Old Hen is already pulling away, and that's when Hyunjin pulls you into the alcove, out of view and starts to kiss you, , grinding his hips into yours. You want to moan but you keep your reaction down. He's holding you with only one hand. but it's firm. It's not even 9 in the morning and you wonder what's got Hyunjin so riled up like this. Wasn't he with Old Hen last night?
When Hyunjin finally lets go, you realize why he held you with one hand, you realize his other hand is holding Old Hen's hand. She's also been acting as look out. You try to recover your breath and ask,Â
"Are we skipping mass, or are we going to talk about this after brunch?"Â
Summary: You caught your best friend taking care of himself.
Genre: smut, pwp, 18+ MDNI
Content warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation (m), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv (don't be stupid), multiple orgasms
Word Count: 2,449
A/N: for @breakmeoff's Kinktober Event <3 thank you so much for having me, my darling!
You sit in silence with your best friend.
Usually, this wouldnât be weird. Itâd be comfortable, safe, normal. Minho is one of the few people you can actually comfortably be quiet with.
Usually.
But this particular silence stretching between the two of you now is anything but comfortable. Itâs heavy, thick, loaded. It digs into your skin, it fogs up your brain, it has your palms sweaty and your pulse spiking.
You canât even look at Minho, because when you do -
Sweat rolling down his temple. Face contorted in lust. Eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.
You avert your eyes again and Minho sighs. It sends shivers down your spine, despite it sounding defeated rather than sexy. âWe need to talk about thisâ, he says, voice irritatingly calm. How can he be so calm? How is he not freaking out?
You certainly are freaking out. A lot.
Against your better judgement, you lift your eyes again, risking another glance at him.
For a moment itâs fine. You can just look at him, sitting on the other end of his couch. His hair is messy, heâs wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt, looking utterly normal. And devastatingly handsome.
Your heart beats heavy in your chest, as your eyes start to wander, tracing his perfect cheekbones, his razor sharp jawline, the insanely kissable column of his throat, and-
Veins show all over his body. His throat, his arms, his hands. His hands. One gripping the sheets, the other wrapped around himself, squeezing, pumping.
You cough at the memory, returning your eyes to your own hands, watching your fingers nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt.
Never before have you been this nervous around Minho. Not even when he got drunk that one time and shamelessly started flirting with you.
âPlease?â, he says now, and it sounds almost like heâs actually begging. It draws on your heartstrings, but the heat in your face and the storm in your gut are still too much. You shake your head just so.
âNoâ, you say quietly, your fingers now clutching the hem of your shirt tightly, âI can just forget it. Itâs okay.â
Itâs not okay.
Youâre not okay.
You can never forget what you saw. You donât want to.
Itâs quiet again for a moment, but you feel him shifting. Moving. Coming closer. You lift your eyes enough to see his leg now being only inches away from yours.
Your heart skips a beat.
âY/Nâ, he speaks your name softly, as if itâs something breakable, and reaches out to you, fingers cautiously grazing yours. You jolt at the skin contact, even if itâs just feather light. You squeeze your eyes shut to collect yourself.
Heâs panting, gasping, moaning. The pace of his hand gets faster, faster, faster - until he puts his feet on the mattress, digging his heels in as he starts frantically fucking up into his fist.
Slowly, he wraps his fingers around yours to stop you from clutching your shirt. You let it happen. His hand is warm against yours. It feels good.
You hold your breath. Open your eyes. Look at your hands, his fingers curled around yours. Itâs his right hand, you think. Itâs the same hand he had used to-
Heâs borderline growling now, chasing release as his hips snap up fast and hard. His other hand grips the sheets even tighter, his head presses back into the pillow, every muscle in his body tenses up, until, finally - âY/Nâ, he groans, spilling sticky white cum all over his toned, sweaty body.
You pull your hand away. âI canâtâ, you say, but youâre not even sure what it is that you canât. Talk about it? Be this close to him? Touch him like this?
All you know is Minhoâs fingers were suddenly way too hot against your skin.
Your best friend doesnât let you go so easily though. His hand slips under your chin, gently pushing upward.
For whatever reason, you let him.
When his pretty brown eyes meet your own, time stops. Heâs never looked at you like that, never have his eyes been this soft, this warm, yet this hungry.
âI donât regret itâ, he says, voice firm like the hold he now has on your chin. Your mouth goes dry when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. âDo you?â
A beat.
Another.
âNoâ, you whisper against his digit, unable to lie.
The ghost of a smile tugs on Minhoâs lips.
âGood.â
He moves even closer, legs touching now. His other hand settles on your hip like it belongs there.
A deer caught in headlights, thatâs what you are. Big eyes, no thoughts, entirely frozen in place. Your head is full of nothing but him. The way he looked in his bed, the way his hand gripped his length, the way he gasped and moaned.
The way your name spilled from his lips when he came.
And the needy, throbbing, soaking heat between your legs. Youâve been ignoring it ever since you caught him jerking off.
Minho is so close now. His nose almost touches yours, steady hand moving to cup your cheek, eyes now lidded and dark.
âCan I kiss you?â
You let out something akin to a whine, and nod, because words seem to be out of reach right now.
He smirks. You love it.
You love him.
Youâd dreamed about this. Fantasised about what his lips would feel like, how his hands would hold you, how his tongue would taste. As he collides with you, you realise that none of what your imagination had come up with even comes close.
Itâs the last coherent thought you have.
Suddenly youâre beneath him, his broad frame caging you against the softness of the couch, his hip slotted between your thighs, as he devours you. You donât understand how he managed to put the both of you in this position, and you donât care.
His lips donât stay on yours for too long, he obviously wants all of you. The realisation makes you dizzy, just like the kisses he peppers onto your cheeks, nose, eyelids.
You giggle as the nervous tension dissolves. Without hesitation, you let yourself fall, give yourself to him. You donât remember what you were so nervous about in the first place with the way he handles you, touching and kissing and pressing into you like a man starved.
Youâre dreaming, floating on the intoxication of your best friend wanting you.
You canât believe this is happening, canât believe you finally get what youâve been craving for so long. But youâre here, and so is he, and nothing has ever been as real as the way Minho kisses you.
With a chuckle, he travels lower. Jawline, below your ear, down your throat. He knows what heâs doing, and he clearly enjoys it.
âMine nowâ, he whispers just before he sucks a mark into the soft spot when your shoulder meets your neck.
Mine now.
It echos in your brain and you forget to breathe for a moment, as Minho continues to mark you, bite you, soothing the bruised skin with soft little kisses.
âFuck Minhoâ, you gasp, the first words your brain offers.
A satisfied hum leaves his mouth as he sucks another mark into your skin.
âIf you insist.â
Your hips jerk up on instinct, and heâs right there to meet you, grinding down against you. Itâs but a ghost of the friction you seek with all these layers between the both of you.
âNeed moreâ, you gasp, bucking up against him for emphasis. Naturally, he gets it.
âSo needyâ, he hums against your skin, but you can feel the smile on his lips. âMy needy baby.â
And then his weight leaves you, causing you to whine loudly, but you donât get time to miss him. Within seconds youâre in his arms, lifted from the couch like you weigh nothing, and he carries you to his bedroom.
For a moment your mind returns to you, remembering how you walked in on him earlier, remembering how delicious he looked, how youâd asked yourself what it would feel like to have him thrust into you like that instead of his fist.
You hope heâll show you. Youâll beg if you need to.
But you canât linger on the thought for too long. Without warning, your back hits the mattress. His sheets are still messy from earlier. Theyâre not wet with sweat anymore, but they smell like him.
It drives you mad.
âWant youâ, you gasp into his mouth when heâs back on you, kissing you like itâs his only purpose in life. âYeah?â, he asks back between kisses and gasps. You manage to nod somehow.
He chuckles again, and digs his fingers into the hem of your sweats. âLift your hips for me, babyâ, he purrs. You obey, letting him rid you of the fabric. All of the fabric.
Minho wastes no time. Heâs lodged in between your legs as soon has he has you bare, lips grazing the skin of your inner thighs. He gasps against you, sucks more marks in places nobody else will ever see, while he holds you down firmly.
You try to squirm, but he wonât let you. All you can do is moan and whine for him as you take what heâs giving.
âDonât teaseâ, you beg, âpleaseâŠplease, MinâŠneed itâŠâ
He chuckles.
Youâre just about to let out an annoyed sigh, when his tongue runs up your slit, flat and deliberate and so fucking slow. He hums against you. âTastes so good, babyâ, he murmurs before indulging some more.
Minho eats you out with earth shattering passion. Heâs messy, clearly doesnât care about the way his chin is full of your arousal in no time. And all the while, his eyes stay fixed on yours, holding you there, unable to break contact.
âSoâŠgoodâŠâ, you gasp, digging your hands into his messed up sheets. Remembering the way he gripped them earlier. Remembering him fucking his fist thinking of you.
He has you panting in no time, relishing the delicious drag of his tongue over your clit, the way he sucks on it only to torture you right after with kitten licks. Itâs maddening, the best version of hell youâve ever been in and you never want to leave.
Quite the opposite.
âMinâŠgonnaâŠpleasepleasepleaseâŠâm closeâŠplease Minâ, youâre rambling now, begging him not to stop even though he wasnât gonna in the first place.
With another drag of his tongue, your climax slams into you, brutal and all encompassing. The pleasure has you shaking violently, back arching off the bed, and Minho almost has trouble holding your legs open.
Almost.
His grip is bruising now, but he doesnât let up, licking you through your high, prolonging it as much as he can. He hums again, intensifying the pleasure that washes over you wave after crashing wave.
Only when you fall back against the mattress, spent and panting heavily, does he let up. Your brain is fuzzy, your body is floating, your heart is hammering like you ran a marathon.
With heavy eyes you watch him dry his face on his shirt. Look at his shirt. Shrug. Pull it over his head. It lands somewhere on the floor.
He's shirtless. He's so hot and shirtless, crawling up the bed. And did he lose his pants? You don't know, you don't care, you're mind is blank. You canât think.
You can only feel.
Feel his heat radiating off his sculpted body, feel his lips on yours again, feel his tip press against your needy, empty, aching hole. Your body moves against him, inviting him in, before you can verbalise it.
âPleaseâ, you gasp between kisses, when he stops pushing. âPlease what?â, he pants, âNeed words, pretty.â Heâs so affected it makes your head spin.
âPlease fuck me.â
Thatâs all he needs. His tip pushes past your entrance, slow and steady, head buried in the crook of your neck. âFuck babyâ, he grunts, âso tightâŠso goodâŠâ The drag of his dick against your walls is too fucking good, every inch driving you more insane.
Eventually, he bottoms out. Heâs back to sucking marks into your skin as he lets you adjust and you feel so full of him it makes you giggle. âFeel good, baby?â, he murmurs against your skin.
âSo goodâ, you gasp, âso full. So good.â
You can feel him smile against your skin, lost in the bliss of the moment. Just then he draws his hips back and slams himself back into you so hard it punches the air out of your lungs. He doesnât even let you recover, doing it again and again and again.
The pace is slow at first, but he quickly speeds up, filling the room with the filthy sound of skin meeting skin, hot and wet, only interrupted by the âa-ahâs falling from either of your lips.
You donât think you ever heard anything more sexy than Minho gasping and panting while he fucks you.
And oh, how he fucks you. So good. Fast and hard and unrelenting, giving you exactly what you need while chasing his own high, having you grab his arms, digging your fingers into his skin in a way that will certainly leave marks.
Youâre gonna leave marks on him.
âMinâŠ.pleaseâŠsâcloseâ, you moan, lightheaded and lost in pleasure, as you feel your second orgasm approaching. âGoodâ, he grunts, âgoodâŠcome on my dick babyâŠgonna fuck you stupidâŠâ
His pace doesnât falter when your whole body clenches around him, and you come so hard you have to scream. He follows you over the edge, dick pulsing inside you, drowning his moans in the crook of your neck.
Everything falls away. Youâre floating, panting, not even recognising the way he collapses on top of you. This is heaven. Never before have you felt this blissful. This happy.
Your mind is mush, so you only vaguely notice him pulling out after whatever amount of time has passed. Absentmindedly, you feel him clean you up, his touch soft, his hands gentle. When you finally come back to reality, you find yourself tucked under a blanket with him that wasnât on the bed before, his arms wrapped around you.
âYou okay, baby?â, he asks, gently pushing strands of hair out of your face. He smiles at you, soft and proud. He should be proud, you think, and nod. ââm goodâ, you manage.
For a long while you just lie there, wrapped up in his warmth, both of you still very naked, but itâs not sexual anymore. You relish the closeness. You enjoy the silence.
You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft â you were wrong.
contains .á.á âș virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.
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an: camboy skz..... very much got the camboy skz bug from lovely the @channlust also thank u to @filmsbyun for the camboy name xx
You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin â I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.
You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.
Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.
A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever â
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body â you know that you're tired of waiting.
Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.
You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.
Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.
Now Jisung has no filter â usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind â and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.
The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.
"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start â do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.
"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.
You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.
Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.
He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.
"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.
"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account â" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.
"Jisung."
"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.
"God just tell me â what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.
"No way."
"No â not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.
The truth only makes you shrug, who cares â I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.
But it does.
Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.
Dangerous really.
Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.
You're not judging â no not at all.
You're interested.
When you definitely shouldn't be.
He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.
So you push it to the back of your mind.
You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, â keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.
Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.
Until last week.
Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.
The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.
Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.
Obviously that left you mad â because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix â what Jisung said.
before you can even process you're on your laptop.
Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.
Then you found it.
It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.
By popular I mean popular.
You can tell it's him instantly â noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.
Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.
This is wrong, to even be on his page.
Then you see it.
kittiebbokie live
It was basically a jumpscare.
Because why now.
This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.
You cant resist, just one look â
God you regret that.
The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.
This is a wet dream â possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.
You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.
Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.
By the time the live wrapped up you had came.
Hard, harder than ever before.
Then it hit you.
The guilt.
You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like â when you came to his voice.
You cant stop, even if you wanted to.
It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.
You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.
You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.
Because you knew him, you trusted him and god â did you need him.
He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.
And if he didn't then â you'll be in for a great time.
Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.
you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.
One person did though.
Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.
"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.
You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.
"Shoot."
Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words â you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.
"I was â browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.
Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name â hes definitely never called you that before.
"Shut up."
He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.
"So â when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering â your mind going back to his streams â the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction â not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.
After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.
"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."
A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak â a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.
Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.
"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.
But oh, he did.
"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.
Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung â who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.
"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.
If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.
Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.
When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk â Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.
While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.
The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 â the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel â before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.
The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.
When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.
"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.
He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this â with Felix.
Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.
"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.
"Not much, two shots â to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.
"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.
His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.
"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.
Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.
When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you â faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when â only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.
"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this â him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol â from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to â" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.
He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.
Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips â swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.
His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.
"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.
You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.
His favourite colour.
He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.
"You planned for this â fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.
A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.
Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.
Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.
"Its all too much â in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.
You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.
"So gorgeous, all for me too â arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.
giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.
The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.
Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.
Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.
He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.
"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.
"Wanna feel your mouth⊠On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.
"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.
A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.
"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.
"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.
"Are you? â Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something â" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me â even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.
Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.
"Fuck â look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.
"Fuck â Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.
Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.
The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.
Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face â quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying â his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you â giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.
You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this â its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it â letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy â so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole â before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas â not entirely sure what you're begging for.
You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.
You feel your orgasm crash over you â instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.
Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.
You make the mistake of looking at him â because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning â slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.
"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.
"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.
Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.
"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct â a stark contrast to your strained voice.
He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that â"
"I want to, so â" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.
"Teach me.."
Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.
Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.
The sight of him in front of you makes you drool â you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.
All the forwardness leaves your body â you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.
"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.
"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight â yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.
"Fuck â you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.
Recalling back to one of his streams â you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.
Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck â angel, what are you doing, shit.â" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.
The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him â his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.
Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.
Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.
Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.
"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent â slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.
"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.
He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions â your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs â it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions â your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs â it all finally hitting you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head â you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this â you? The fact that you trust me enough with this â im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs â him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me â so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound â he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care â if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head â you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this â you? The fact that you trust me enough with this â im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs â him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me â so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound â he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care â if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his â the kiss is hot â pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.
When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.
"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.
"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly â using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.
"I'm a virgin, not glass."
He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.
Slowly, he sinks in.
Not all at once â just the tip at first, waiting for your response â whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue â the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.
"It's okay, ive got you â take your time." His voice is hoarse â the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure â slowly adjusting to him inside you â and you need more.
You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.
Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you â no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it â there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure â craving movement.
"Felix â" His name comes out breathlessly â your mind only able to muster that up â the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you â good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving â his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder â the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours â his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight â fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.
His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.
The sudden change only makes him go deeper â every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god â Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing â your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy â your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck â sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day â let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard â moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock â gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else â shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him â he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you â harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him â begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after â the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.
His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.
He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room â emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.
Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.
The silence is comfortable â letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.
"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.
Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I â" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.
Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.
"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.
"I meant it though â that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.
"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.
"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."
It takes you a moment to process his words â hitting deep in your chest.
"Also â when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams â I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
He doesn't reply â just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.
"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double â especially if you moan like that."
Omg! Happy Pride Month! This is the first fic of my Pride Month gay only event!!! (Explanation of full event here) First fic is of course Minsung. I mean, come on⊠yall know me, who else would I do?! So keep reading to find out what happens when Lee Know comes home from the military! I really hope you guys enjoy this series.
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Content warning: Fingering (Han receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!), praise, overstimulation, choking (light), whimpering, aftercare, multiple orgasms, Top!Lee Know x Bottom!Han
Han had spent the last two hours pacing between the living room and the kitchen, rearranging the same bowl of fruit on the counter, fluffing the couch pillows for the third time, and checking his phone every thirty seconds even though he knew Minhoâs flight had already landed. Two years. Twenty-four months of letters, short video calls with bad connection, and the ache of missing someone so deeply it felt like a bruise that never healed.
He was still in the oversized black hoodie that smelled faintly like Minhoâs cologne from the last time heâd worn itâright before enlistment. His heart hammered against his ribs when he finally heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock.
The door opened.
And there he was.
Lee Minho stood in the doorway in his military uniform, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, hair a little shorter than Han remembered but still perfectly tousled. His shoulders looked broader, his posture straighter, but those sharp cat-like eyes softened the second they landed on Han.
âJisung-ahâŠâ
Hanâs breath caught. He didnât even remember moving, but suddenly he was crashing into Minhoâs chest, arms wrapping tight around him as if letting go would make him disappear again. Minho dropped the bag with a heavy thud and pulled him in just as fiercely, one hand cradling the back of Hanâs head, the other pressing firmly against his lower back.
âYouâre here,â Han whispered, voice cracking. âYouâre really here.â
âIâm home,â Minho murmured against his hair, breathing him in. âIâm right here, baby.â
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They stayed like that for a long minuteâmaybe longerâswaying slightly in the doorway like two people who had forgotten how to exist apart. Han could feel Minhoâs heartbeat against his cheek, strong and steady, and it made something inside his chest crack open.
When they finally pulled back enough to look at each other, Minhoâs thumb brushed over Hanâs cheek, wiping away a tear he hadnât realized had fallen.
âYouâre even prettier than I remembered,â Minho said softly, voice low and warm. âMissed this face every single day.â
Han let out a watery laugh and rose up on his toes to kiss him. It started gentleâsoft presses of lips, the kind that said I missed you and I love you and never leave again all at once. But two years was a long time, and the kiss quickly deepened. Minhoâs hand slid into Hanâs hair, tugging lightly as he licked into his mouth with a hunger that made Han whimper quietly against his lips.
Minho pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together, breathing hard.
âTell me you want this,â he said, voice rough. âTell me you need me as badly as I need you right now.â
Hanâs fingers twisted into the front of Minhoâs uniform jacket.
âI need you,â he breathed. âPlease, hyung. Iâve waited so long.â
Minhoâs eyes darkened with heat and something deeperâpure, aching devotion.
âThen let me take care of you, Jisung-ah.â
He kicked the door shut behind him, locked it, and guided Han backward toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss for more than a second.
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Minho didnât waste time once the bedroom door clicked shut. He backed Han up until the younger manâs knees hit the edge of the bed, then gently pushed him down onto the mattress. Han looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, lips already kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling fast under that oversized hoodie.
âHyungâŠâ Hanâs voice was already trembling with need.
âShh. Iâve got you,â Minho murmured, crawling over him. He peeled the hoodie off Han slowly, kissing every inch of skin he revealedâcollarbones, sternum, tattoos, the soft plane of his stomach. âSo beautiful. My pretty Jisung waited so well for me.â
Han whimpered when Minhoâs mouth latched onto one of his nipples, sucking lightly while his hands worked open Hanâs sweatpants. Minho stripped him completely, then sat back on his heels to just look. Two years apart, and Han was still the most breathtaking thing heâd ever seenâflushed pink, already hard and leaking against his stomach, thighs trembling.
Minho grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer and coated his fingers generously. He settled between Hanâs spread legs, pressing a soothing kiss to his inner thigh.
âGonna open you up nice and slow first, baby. Need to feel you again.â
Han nodded frantically. âPleaseâah!â
The first finger slid in easy, but Minho didnât stay gentle for long. He worked a second in quickly, scissoring and curling, searching for that spot. When he found it, Hanâs back arched hard off the bed with a broken moan.
âHyungâfuckâright thereââ
âThatâs it,â Minho praised, voice low and rough. âLet me hear you. Missed these sounds so fucking much.â He added a third finger, thrusting deeper, faster, the wet squelch of lube filling the room as he pumped them in and out. He kept hitting Hanâs prostate on every stroke, relentless.
Han was falling apart alreadyâwhimpering and moaning shamelessly, hips rocking down to meet every thrust. âMinho-hyung⊠oh god, itâs so muchâahh!â
âYouâre taking my fingers so well,â Minho growled, leaning down to bite at Hanâs neck. âSo tight and hot. Been dreaming about this for two years. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna wreck you until you canât think.â
He curled his fingers again, pressing hard against that sensitive bundle, and Han let out a high-pitched whimper that melted into a deep, needy moan. His cock twitched untouched, dripping steadily.
Minho kept going, stretching him wide, fucking him open with steady, filthy thrusts while whispering praise against his ear. âGood boy. My perfect boy. Taking everything I give you. So fucking pretty when you fall apart like this.â
Han was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking his eyes. âHyung⊠please, I need you inside me. Pleaseââ
Minho pulled his fingers out slowly, making Han whine at the emptiness. He stripped off his own clothes quickly, cock heavy and aching as he slicked himself up. Then he hooked Hanâs legs over his shoulders, folding him in half, and pressed the head of his cock against that fluttering hole.
âLook at me,â Minho ordered softly.
Their eyes locked as Minho pushed inâslow at first, letting Han adjust to the stretch, then sinking deep in one smooth thrust once he was past the rim. Hanâs mouth fell open in a silent cry before a raw moan tore out of him.
âFuckâhyung, youâre so bigââ
Minho groaned, burying his face in Hanâs neck. âTight. So fucking tight for me. Missed this. Missed you.â
He started movingâdeep, rolling thrusts that built quickly into something harder, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Hanâs whimpers and moans. Minho fucked him harder, angling to nail his prostate on every stroke.
Han was losing it. âAhâahhâMinhoâhyungâtoo goodâ!â
Minhoâs hand slid up to wrap lightly around Hanâs throatânot squeezing hard, just enough pressure to make Hanâs eyes roll back as he moaned louder. âThatâs it, baby. Let go. Iâve got you.â
He pounded into him relentlessly, loving the way Han clenched around him, the way his moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. âYouâre mine. Only mine. Gonna fill you up and keep fucking you until you canât take anymore.â
Han came firstâuntouchedâcrying out Minhoâs name as he spilled between them, body shaking hard. But Minho didnât stop. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, fucking Han straight into overstimulation.
âHyungâwaitâtoo muchâahh!â Han whimpered, but his hips still twitched up to meet every thrust, greedy even as tears slipped down his cheeks.
âShh, one more, Jisung-ah. You can take it. Youâre doing so well for me. My good boy. So perfect.â Minhoâs praise was constant, warm and filthy, as he chased his own release. His hand stayed loosely around Hanâs throat, thumb stroking gently.
Hanâs second orgasm hit him like a freight trainâsmaller, drier, but intense enough that he wailed, body convulsing around Minhoâs cock. Only then did Minho let himself go, burying himself deep and cumming with a low groan, filling Han up.
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Minho stayed inside Han for a few more moments, pressing soft kisses to his tear-streaked cheeks and swollen lips. âYou were perfect, Jisung-ah,â he whispered. âTook me so well. My good boy.â
He pulled out gently, ignoring Hanâs small whimper at the loss, and quickly cleaned them both with a warm towel. Cum leaked down Hanâs thighs, and Minho wiped it away with careful strokes before pulling the blanket over their bodies.
âCome here, baby.â He gathered Han against his chest, wrapping strong arms around him. One hand rubbed slow circles on his back while the other massaged his sore hips.
âHyungâŠâ Han whimpered softly, nuzzling into Minhoâs neck, still trembling from everything.
âShh, Iâve got you.â Minho helped him sip some water, then kissed his forehead. âYou did so amazing. All those pretty moans and whimpersâmissed them so much. I love you. So fucking much.â
Hanâs fingers clutched Minhoâs shirt. âLove you too⊠Donât let go.â
âNever again.â Minho held him tighter. They stayed tangled together, breathing each other in, until Hanâs whimpers faded into soft, exhausted sighs and he drifted off in Minhoâs arms.
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Omg second gay month post!! I hope youâre enjoying the event so far! (Explanation of full event) Minsung has been posted so of course I had to do seungbin next! So tell me, what happens when Seungmin decides to be a massive brat all day? Read to find out đ
It started innocently enoughâmorning practice. Seungmin had woken up in one of his moods, the kind where his tongue was sharper than usual and his patience for everyone was nonexistent.
âHyung, your timing on the second verse is still off,â Seungmin had drawled during rehearsal, not even looking up from his phone while the rest of the group caught their breath. âMaybe lift some weights for your brain instead of your arms next time.â
Changbin had laughed it off at first, ruffling Seungminâs hair with a heavy hand. âCute. Keep talking and Iâll make you run the whole choreo alone.â
But Seungmin didnât stop.
At lunch he âaccidentallyâ stole the last piece of chicken from Changbinâs plate with a sweet, fake-innocent smile. During vocal warm-ups he mimicked Changbinâs lower register in an exaggerated growl that had the rest of the younger members snickering. In the van back to the dorm he stretched his long legs across Changbinâs lap, scrolling TikTok with the volume obnoxiously loud, completely ignoring the way Changbinâs thigh tensed under him.
By evening, the tension was thick enough to choke on.
Now it was just the two of them in the quiet dorm.
Seungmin was sprawled on the couch in the living room, wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts that rode up his thighs every time he shifted. He was deliberately taking up as much space as possible, one foot dangling over the armrest. Changbin stood in the doorway, arms crossed, muscles tight from a full day of holding back.
âYouâve been a real pain in the ass today, Kim Seungmin,â Changbin said, voice low and controlled.
Seungmin glanced up, lips curling into that signature bratty smirk. âHave I? Didnât notice. Maybe youâre just sensitive today, hyung.â He stretched lazily, the hoodie riding up to show a strip of pale skin at his waist. âOr maybe you like it when Iâm mean. Is that it?â
Changbinâs jaw flexed. He crossed the room in three strides, towering over the couch. Seungminâs eyes flicked up to meet hisâstill defiant, still sparkling with challengeâbut there was a slight hitch in his breath that gave him away.
âKeep running that mouth,â Changbin warned, âand Iâll find a better use for it.â
Seungminâs smirk widened. âPromises, promises. You talk big butââ
He didnât get to finish.
Changbinâs hand shot out, gripping Seungminâs jaw firmly, thumb pressing into his cheek just enough to part his lips. âUp. Now.â
Seungmin let himself be hauled off the couch, heart hammering despite the bored expression he tried to keep. Changbin marched them down the hall to his own room, shutting the door with a decisive click and locking it. The space smelled like Changbinâwarm cologne, faint sweat from practice, and that underlying scent that always made Seungminâs stomach flip.
âOn your knees.â
Seungmin arched an eyebrow, arms crossed. âMake me.â
Changbinâs eyes darkened. In one smooth motion he grabbed Seungmin by the shoulders and pushed him down. The carpet was soft against his knees. Seungmin looked up, blonde hair falling into his eyes, lips slightly parted. For the first time all day the bratty mask cracked just a littleâanticipation bleeding through.
âYouâve been begging for this all day,â Changbin murmured, unzipping his pants and freeing himself. He was already half-hard, thick and heavy from hours of pent-up frustration. âSo hereâs your punishment. Youâre going to shut up and use that pretty mouth for something useful.â
Seungmin licked his lips, gaze locked on Changbinâs cock. âIs this supposed to be a punishment? Looks more like a reward, hyung.â
Changbin let out a low chuckle, threading his fingers through Seungminâs hair and guiding the tip to those smartass lips. âThen get to work. And if I hear one more sarcastic comment, youâre not cumming tonight.â
Seungminâs eyes flashed with defiance for half a second⊠then he opened his mouth and took Changbin in.
The first slide was slow, deliberate. Seungminâs tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before sinking deeper. He was good at thisâannoyingly goodâhollowing his cheeks and relaxing his throat like heâd been thinking about it as much as Changbin had. A soft, wet sound filled the room as he bobbed his head, taking more with each pass.
âFuck⊠thatâs it,â Changbin groaned, hips twitching. His grip in Seungminâs hair tightened, not forcing but guiding, controlling the rhythm. âLook at you. So quiet now. All it took was my dick down your throat.â
Seungmin hummed around him, the vibration pulling a sharp curse from Changbin. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he pushed further, nose brushing against hot skin when he took him to the hilt. He held there for a moment, throat working, before pulling back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Changbinâs cock.
âMore,â Changbin ordered, voice rough.
Seungmin dove back in eagerly, pace quickening. One hand came up to stroke what he couldnât fit, twisting just right while his tongue worked the underside. The sounds were obsceneâwet, sloppy, mixed with Changbinâs low grunts and the occasional muffled whimper from Seungmin.
Changbinâs thighs trembled. He fucked into Seungminâs mouth in shallow thrusts, chasing the heat and tightness. âSuch a brat⊠but you suck cock like you were made for it.â
Seungmin moaned at the praise, doubling his efforts. His free hand pressed against Changbinâs hip, urging him deeper. The tension that had built all day finally snapped. Changbin came with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he spilled down Seungminâs throat.
Seungmin took it all, swallowing around him until Changbin gently pulled out. A thin trail of cum escaped the corner of Seungminâs mouth. Changbin wiped it with his thumb and pushed it back between those reddened lips.
Seungmin looked up at him, eyes glassy, voice hoarse but still carrying the faintest hint of a smirk. âIs that all, hyung? I thought the punishment was supposed to be rough.â
Changbin laughed darkly, pulling him up and tossing him onto the bed.
âOh, weâre just getting started.â
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this is a hyunjin version of my original karina fic !! .⊠ĘË
dividers by @suupersonic !!
Hyunjin is a hard worker, an over-doer if anything.
The kind of man who doesn't know what to do with his hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved Hyunjin can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes he's so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control he craves so badly touches the tip of his tongue, it makes him nauseous.
That mindset of his applies to his job perfectly, the center of the group, the spotlight who's responsible for fluttering fan's hearts⊠but it also applies during sex â and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, you knew it better than anyone else.
"Yeah, I know- oh⊠you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Hyunjin sweetly reminded in a deep tone, making your stomach turn in all sorts of directions when you felt the ghost of his cocky smile touch your earlobe.
That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so awakening and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around his thick shaft, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down your damp thighs like honey.
"Hmp- mhh⊠Hyune, H-HyunjinâŠ" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging, hot tears refusing to stop pouring down, you push your pelvis back into his despite your trembling legs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of his lap as he held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.
His big, angry cock pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position he kept you in, you're sure that your body would be trashing at all kind of angles from his rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around his length again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of his strong body, pressed hard against the voluminous mass of his chest and convulsing against his torso as your back involuntarily bent into another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and his forearms until it's reaching your boobs â a mess, just the way he liked you.
Hyunjin's built muscles flexed against your neck again, he could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear his airy giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.
"You love it, don't you, doll? When⊠hmp- When I hold you like this?" he bits your earlobe and the disaster you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Hyunjin left you cock-drunk and whining. His forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.
"Lo-Love you⊠I love you, Hyune⊠mhp, mhhh- Love you, HyunjinâŠ" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, he presses his arm just right to push your head back on his shoulder, hips never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as his palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, he kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully he can love you when you behave.
The way his big body could cover yours with no issue whatsoever was doing wonders to making you dizzy with desire, fluttering in the way he held you as if it wasn't hard at all because for him, it really wasn't.
He could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at his lap which was completely damp from your juices, his leaking length only filling you deeper, fingers teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on his lap from his hard thrusts.
His gasps and groans alongside the sounds wet splashes of skin slapping were reminding you of the most beautiful melody you've ever heard, slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little thing, walls flexing roughly around his rough ministrations, you were almost there, could feel the relief you needed so badly at the tip of your fingertips, just out of reach.
Your nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of his forearms, holding onto a small hope that he'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the beefy, delicious meat of his bicep. An uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and he catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.
Every time he pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against his like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and he didn't flinch even once. Used to the way his little toy moves around beneath his power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air, smiled at your cheek every time he could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.
Finally, you came again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved his brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.
That's when you hear it.
"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Hyunjin's voice in your head â all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.
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