cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
word count: 6686
summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out you’re so inexperienced, he can’t hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! I’m so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didn’t know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadn’t been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasn’t possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
“Sorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried away”.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
“I liked it”, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
“You did?”, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
“So- you want me to continue?”.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You weren’t just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldn’t describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldn’t indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didn’t know what to do.
“Move, Jagi. Please”, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
“I don’t know how”.
At first, he didn’t really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
“I’ve never done something like that before”, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, “I’m- uhmm”.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
“No no no no. Don’t cry, Jagi”, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you”.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
“You’re not.. appalled by the fact I’m a virgin?”.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
“No, of course not”, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, “Just under pressure”.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldn’t yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
“What do you mean?”.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
“Well, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting you”.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
“I want it”, you whispered, “With you”.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldn’t quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
“But you’ll have to guide me”.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didn’t hesitate a second.
“You need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels off”, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, “And we’re only going as far as you feel like”.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldn’t read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldn’t resist. He was scared he couldn’t fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
“I trust you”.
“I trust you, too”, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didn’t happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
“You want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?”, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
“Okay, with clothes on it’s- it’s about the friction”, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, “How does that feel?”.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
“Good”, you managed to get out.
“You can also like- move like this”, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
“Yeah, just like that-“, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, “Kiss me”.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
“Can you like- touch me? Like you did before?”, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didn’t mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
“I’ll start nice and slow, yeah?”, Minho cooed, “Or- tell me how you like it”.
“I-“, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
“Have you never touched yourself?”, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
“I’m gonna teach you, yeah? I’ll show you how to make you feel good”.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
“Starting easy, slow”, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
“Gather it, you can push the tip in if you want to”, he instructed you and you did as you were told, “Good- good girl, use it. Will feel better when it’s wet”.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasn’t even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
“How does it feel, kitten? Tell me”, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
“It’s- so good”, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
“Push your finger in, slowly”.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
“Curl your finger- like this“, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, “Search for the spot. Go in deeper”.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
“Min-“.
“You want me to find it?”, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldn’t deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didn’t.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
“Oh god-“, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
“Feels good, yeah?”, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
“Min-“, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
“What do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? You’d let me taste you?”.
He hadn’t planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
“Taste me? How?”, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didn’t budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
“I can eat you out, if you want me to”.
“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldn’t stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
“You want me to do this with my tongue?”, he tried again.
“Huh?”.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
“I need you to say yes or no”, he mused, he wasn’t even able to fight off the next sentence, “Or I’ll stop”.
“Yes-“, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, “Do it, please”.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
“Relax, kitten”, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
“Min- hahh- Minho, wait-“, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, “I- feels weird”.
“Ohh-“, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, “You’re close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?”.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasn’t weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release you’ll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?”, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, “Cum all over my face, jagi”.
You couldn’t stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you weren’t moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
“Fuck”, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, “That’s it, kitten. Good fucking girl for me”.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
“You want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?”.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldn’t help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
“Min-“.
“Huh?”, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
“Can I touch you now?”, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
“You- why?”.
“I don’t know- I want to make you feel good”, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, “But you’ll have to show me how”.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.
You weren’t even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
“Can I pull it out?”, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
“You can- wrap your hand around it. Gentle”, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldn’t stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
“Fuck- sorry”, he groaned, “Move your hand, yeah? You can twist it a little”.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
“Does that feel good?”, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
“Feels amazing, kitten”, he huffed, “Wanna taste it?”.
Minho hadn’t planned on asking you that - he hadn’t planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
“You’d let me?”, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
“Fuck-“, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
“Tell me what feels good“, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
“Hahh- just- take it into your mouth first”.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
“We can try that if you want to”, you said, “Why not?”.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
“I- no”, Minho stuttered, but couldn’t contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
“I trust you, baby”, you said again.
“Don’t”, he laughed, “I don’t think I could handle this if you let me”.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
“I want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Min”.
“Fuck- but- you gotta-”, he couldn’t control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
“Do it again”, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
“Fuck, take it then”.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldn’t deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
“Kitten-“, Minho cooed breathlessly, “If I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- God”.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldn’t hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
“You look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?”.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
“Tell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?”, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
“Yes- I love it”.
“Are you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-“, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
“You’d let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?”.
He wasn’t afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
“I’m already close, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?”, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
“I love you”, he muttered.
You didn’t even hesitate.
“I love you too”.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
“I love you”, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, “I love you so much”.
“I’ve waited so long for you to say that”, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
“I know”, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, “And I’m sorry about that”.
You shook your head, signaling him he didn’t need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
“I want to feel you-”, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, “Inside of me”.
Minhos grin was silly.
“Kitten, I don’t know if I can last that long”, he chuckled, “We don’t have to do it right now, you know?”.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
“I don’t care”, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
“Damn- I really did that to you”, he shook his head, “Let me get a condom, I’ll be right back”.
You shook your head.
“I said I wanted to feel you”.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
“Kitten- I don’t know what to say”, he huffed.
“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
“Fuck- you’re going to be the death of me”, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, “Go slow, yeah? You decide the pace”.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
“God- you feel- so fucking tight”, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, “Slow down-“.
But you didn’t even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didn’t want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
“I said fucking slow down-“, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, “I’m gonna cum- stop”.
“You- Min”, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, “You’re filling me up so good”.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasn’t even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
“Don’t say shit like that- makes me want to-“.
“Do whatever you want with me”, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, “Please, fuck me”.
He didn’t even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
“Min- hahh-“.
You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
“Fuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mine”.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasn’t a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain you’d love it.
summary: the rumours about you and minho have been around for a while, you never confirmed them and he never denied them. all it takes is one livestream together for everyone watching to realise the rumours were true and to leave them wanting more
live: unfiltered series
this fic is the second part of this one however it could be read as a standalone (this is the only exception of the event)
“okay, you ready?”
a few weeks and dates and livestreams and some more dates had led to this - your first livestream together. you’re sitting on minho’s lap, your back pressed against his chest and his cock pressing against your ass, both of you completely naked and ready to start.
you nod your head, trying to appear calm, but you can feel your pulse hammering inside your chest. minho kisses the curve of your shoulder and then leans to tap the button on the screen, finally starting the livestream. the camera only catches your bodies from your necks down, filling the frame with your breasts, your stomach and the sight of your thighs on top of his thick ones.
as soon as you’re on, the chat explodes.
user69: holy shit it’s them
aussielord: fuck this is gonna be insane
cumslut: i knew those rumours of them being together were true
the donations start rolling in before either of you even moves and the number of viewers climbs fast.
“looks like everyone’s been waiting for this, huh?”, minho says, “well, the good news is that we’re about to give you exactly what you want”
his hand starts moving then, his fingers going from the base of your throat down between your breasts, pausing there to brush each nipple until they are so hard it almost hurts you. he continues moving his hand lower before it settles at your waist, his touch possessive but guiding at the same time.
he moves his hand between your thighs and then spreads his legs a bit beneath you, forcing yours apart with the help of his hand, until each of your knees hooks over his thighs. your cunt opens completely to the camera, your slick folds glistening and your clit already swollen and begging to be touched.
dirtypup: fuck look how wet she is already
maknaeontop: spread her legs more
edgequeen: i wanna be her pls
“see how they’re watching you? how they can tell you’re dripping for me?”, minho says as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his fingers moving to trace your lower lips without pushing inside yet, “they’ve been dying to see your pussy up close again. and now it’s here, spread open on my lap”
you move instinctively, your hips rolling to chase his touch, your ass grinding back against his cock and he groans softly.
“i- i-”, you say as a moan escapes your lips.
“shhh, no, no. easy there”, he says, his voice dropping into that commanding tone he uses during his livestreams, “i decide when you get more, kitten”
he moves two of his fingers and finally parts your folds, circling your entrance before he sinks both of his fingers inside you. he starts curling them inside you as his thumb focuses on your clit, circling it with his thrusts.
“that’s it”, he says against your ear but loud enough for the stream, “take my fingers like the good girl you are. let everyone see how tight you are, how you’re soaking my hand”
your head falls back against his shoulders and your hips start moving again, rocking down onto his fingers. the camera shows everything - the way your cunt stretches around his fingers, how your juices coat his skin, how you’re dripping down onto his thighs, how your clit is throbbing visibly under his thumb.
“i- m-more… i need more”, you manage to say, your voice breaking with another moan.
quokkjone: the princess wants more, add another finger
minho hums and then obliges without hesitation, adding another finger inside you, the stretch burning you but your cunt clenching so hard around it you’re sure you’re gonna come any minute now.
“o-oh, god, i-i need more”, you say, your hips never stopping, chasing the friction, anything he would give you.
“fuck, listen to that”, he says, his voice rough with desire, “so wet for me. i’m sure you can all hear the sounds her pussy is making while i fuck her with my fingers”, he says to the people watching you, and you’re so lost in your own pleasure you almost don’t hear him.
your thighs tremble over his and your orgasm starts growing faster and faster. your hands move to his thighs for leverage as you try to ride his fingers more. his free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand continues working between your legs.
“you’re close already, aren’t you, kitten?”, he asks you now, his voice low and knowing, “i can feel you squeezing my fingers. you’re gonna soak my hand, aren’t you?”
you nod frantically, too lost in everything he’s doing to form words. your walls keep clenching around his fingers, your orgasm building, about to break, but then, he stops. his fingers still completely inside you, buried to the knuckles but not moving anymore. your desperate whines fill your room, your hips bucking uselessly in a helpless attempt against his frozen hand.
“no, p-please, no. why? what did-”, you say, turning your head towards him but he kisses you quickly, making you stop, his tongue sliding past your lips to swallow every broken sound you make.
“shh, no, not yet, kitten”, he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and firm against your lips, “you don’t come until i say so”
he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, dragging them out of you. your thighs tremble over his as he shifts beneath you, his hands gripping your waist and turning you around on his lap until your back faces the camera, your ass and the mess between your legs fully exposed to the people watching you now.
you press your breasts against his chest and now his cock is between your bodies, its tip glistening with precum and fully on display for the viewers. minho’s hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he leans in to speak against your ear again.
“didn’t you say you wanted to ride and soak my thighs? come on, kitten, do it now”
his words send another rush of heat through you, and you feel yourself dripping again. you shift forward obediently, you’re sure you would do anything he told you to do at this point. you straddle one of his thick and muscled thighs and then lower yourself until your dripping cunt meets his skin.
“f-fuck”, you gasp, throbbing your head back at the contact.
your folds part around the muscle there and your clit drags along his leg as you begin to rock your hips. each grind leaves a shiny trail of your arousal smeared across his thigh, the wet sounds growing louder with every pass. your breasts press against his chest, your nipples brushing against his skin with every movement.
minho’s cock stands rigid between you, twitching visibly on camera as you ride his thigh. your hand reaches down to wrap around it, your fingers curling around the tip, but his hand catches your wrist before you can do anything else.
“no”, he says, “i’ll do that. you focus on making a mess on my leg”
he lets your wrist go and wraps his own hand around his cock, beginning to stroke from base to tip, matching the rhythm of your grinding and every time his fist slides upwards, his precum wells at the tip and drips down over his knuckles.
midnightwolf: fuck look at her grinding on him
maknaeontop: his thigh is soaked already
princessonline: stroke it slower, let her watch
artprince69: she’s dripping everywhere, i’m gonna come from watching this
minho’s free hand moves to your ass, encouraging you to press down harder. your clit drags over the firm muscle again and again, each pass sending sparks racing up your spine. you moan louder now, the sound mixing with the wet slide of your cunt against his skin and the sound of his hand working his cock.
“listen how wet you are”, he says, his lips brushing your temple, “they can see every drop you’re leaving on me. keep going, just like that, kitten. show them how needy that pretty pussy is”
you answer with another moan, your hips moving faster, grinding down and making your clit throb. your hands move to his shoulders as you ride his thigh with desperation now. minho’s strokes on his cock grow firmer now and every few strokes he pauses at the tip, his thumb swiping over to spread the precum before sliding back down.
“this feels s-so good”, you say and then you lean to kiss him, your mouths meeting as your hips never stop moving.
strongspear: fuck they’re so hot together
edgequeen: she’s about to come on his thigh
minho breaks the kiss only to press his forehead to yours, his breathing hard just like yours.
“i can feel you getting close”, he says.
you nod your head frantically, your hips stuttering as you chase the edge, your orgasm building fast again but then, his hand leaves his cock to grip your hip, stopping your movements completely.
“but not yet”, he says again, “i told you you don’t get to come until i say so”
another broken whine slips from your throat, your walls clenching and fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs from your denied release and fresh arousal drips down his thighs. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you off his lap with ease. he moves your bodies sideways on the bed so the camera can catch everything from your necks down to your feet, your naked bodies fully visible, every curve and movement on display.
you’re on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, and then minho climbs over you, settling between your spread legs. he leans down to kiss you, but the moment your lips part for him, he pulls back just enough to tease you, hovering so close you can feel his breath. you chase his mouth, lifting your head, but he pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.
“stay there”, he says, his voice firmer now.
his hands move to your knees, gripping and spreading you wider until your thighs are stretched open, your dripping pussy completely soaking the sheets under you. he leans in again, this time letting the kiss land. his lips move against yours, hard and deep, while his hips shift forward. his cock nudges against your entrance, pressing slowly inside as his tongue slides against yours until he’s buried to the hilt inside you.
cumslut: the’re actually fucking on cam
user69: holy fuck look at that it’s so hot
minho groans into your mouth, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward again, setting a steady and deep rhythm. each stroke drags his cock along your sensitive walls, already overstimulated from your previous denials. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper as your moans spill out between kisses.
“fuck, y-you’re so tight”, he breathes against your lips, “taking me so well, kitten”
you moan louder, your hips lifting to meet each thrust, “i-it feels so good… don’t stop, p-please”
his pace quickens, your hips snapping harder against each other as the camera captures every single detail - the way his cock disappears inside you, how your cunt clings to him, how your breasts bounce with each thrush, his hand sliding between your bodies and finding your clit, making your back arch.
“listen how wet you are, soaking my cock while everyone watches us”, he growls, thrusting deeper even though you didn’t know that was possible, “you love this, don’t you, kitten?”
“y-yes, fuck, yes-”, you gasp, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm grows again.
aussielord: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen
maknaeontop: look how she’s taking him fuck
minho’s thrusts grow rougher, his thumb moving faster on your clit now.
“come for me, kitten”, he says, his voice strained, “come on my cock while they watch us”
his words send you over and your orgasm crashes through you hard as you squeeze his cock, your whole body shaking. minho groans loudly and then he breaks too, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum, his cock throbbing deep inside you.
you both collapse together, both of you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat. minho stays buried inside you for a bit before he pulls out, a mix of your releases dripping from your pussy onto the sheets.
“it was our pleasure. we’ll see you very soon, you freaks”, minho says as he reaches over and ends the livestream, the screen going dark.
he turns back to you, his mouth capturing yours again, his lips hungry and needy against yours. you moan against them, your hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer to you, as you bite his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth.
“and you…”, he says, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips, “don’t think i’m done with you”, he says before he kisses you again, “you’re going to do that again on my other thigh…”, he says and you feel yourself getting wet again, the idea making you moan against his lips once more, “like the good kitten you are for me”
and with that you know that even though the livestream is done, the night is far from over.
a/n: the live: unfiltered series is finally here!! i'm so excited for you all to read them and what a way to start!! you all loved our cam!minho so he had to come back to kick this off hip hip 🥳 next up we have (in the words of han jisung) our very own big boy changbin so you better get ready for that 🙂↕️
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You know what he is, you've seen every side of him, even that side. Your friendship is finally blossoming into something you've both been keeping to yourselves for too long... Vowing to take it slow, because you both care too much, you're unaware that his condition will force him into compromising situations now that he's got you...
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warnings - explicit sexual content, monster fucker, p in v, multiple orgasms, biting/teeth involved, mentions of him marking body with teeth/nails, it's rough, he bangs her up pretty good, dom!chan, sub space?, free use?, friends to lovers, chan can shift into a wolf, he's called chris in this sors but i like chris yes i am that girl, spooky vibes, this is a part of the creu/plumverse.
notes - written for @minkieater and i's kinktober 2025. .⋆♱ (reposted)
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24TH, 2025
JIANGSHI
He ran off campus before you even had the chance to stop him.
Cold, damp, drizzling, the air all a bit misty, a fog hanging thick like curtains to peer through, you tiptoed over puddles filling the dips in the ground of Kiken University and pulled your sweater over your shoulders. Lumpy, smoothed over with age-old concrete and limestone, the walkways were a minefield, you and your best friend Yuna leapt over cracks and obstacles with your elbows linked together.
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?” she asked you, stepping over a patch of moss.
Clinging to her sweatshirt, both of your hoods up, you shrugged and hopped over a puddle, taking her with you. “Nope. He usually does, if he’s got work or something, but he disappeared. Didn’t even stop at the corner of Wattz and Fallon’s.”
Pouting, she gave you a glance, her glittery eyeshadow gleaming in the warm glow of the ancient street lights. “He always stops.”
Copying her face, you mumbled, “I know. He always stops.”
“Maybe,” she sang, swinging your arm around, skipping a few times, “He’s surprising you.”
A gentle roll of your eyes made her giggle. “Cute, but he’s not surprising me,” you said, looking up at the grey, almost black sky. “Something’s up.”
Yuna’s curious eyes followed yours, squinting at the abyss that lived above you. “Like what, has he been okay?”
“I think so,” you sighed, scouring the sky. Letting go of her, you spun around and walked backwards, eyes pointed up. “He would tell me, though. He’s always told me.”
Burying her hands in the pocket on her front, she asked, “Told you what?”
Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and turned around, hooking your arms together again. “Nothing. It’s nothing, he’s fine, he’ll call me.”
A gentle smile bled onto her cheeks. “He’ll call,” her voice lilted, a cutesy song, “He likes you.”
Groaning aloud, dramatically, you knocked into her side, nearly pushing her into the constant flood of water that flushed down the curbs of Jiangshi. “Let it go,” you muttered, “He said it once. We said it once.”
Yuna wiggled her brows, leaning into you, her lips almost grazing your cheek. “And you guys have been ignoring it since!” She jumped on her feet. “Get to it!”
Scoffing, you shot her a glare. “There is nothing to get to, Yuna. It’s… complicated.”
“How?” Bouncing her knees once, dragging her feet, she droned on, “You guys have known each other for so long, you’ve been friends for so long, you’ve both had feelings for so, so, so long, you should’ve never been just friends in the first place.”
“We’re just better this way,” you said quietly, looking back up into the clouds.
She blinked at you, then tipped her chin backward. “What the hell are you looking at? It’s Jiangshi, it always looks the same. Dark, raining, miserable.”
Tugging her closer to you, for warmth, for comfort, you averted your glare to the ground and shrugged loosely. “Nothing, just… looking for the moon.”
Pushing your apartment door open with your sneaker, you stepped in, flicked on the yellow lights that buzzed to life and flickered occasionally, and stripped yourself of your wet clothes. Shoes first, you kicked them off by the door, leaving them there to dry next to the other three pairs in your rotation of Jiangshi weather safe shoes. Pulling your hoodie off from the bottom, you turned the corner into your smaller bedroom and threw it in the hamper next to the bathroom door, doing the same to your jeans, slipping yourself into sweats to shield you from the Jiangshi cold.
Pulling your hair back, your socked feet took you into the kitchen that ate up half of the space with the living room. Yanking open cabinets you pulled down a mug and some kind of tea your aunt sent you to the city with. She told you it helped ward off colds and different sicknesses one could catch from the dreary weather. It tasted good, though an acquired taste at first, cinnamoney, some peppermint, a bit of warm and cool all at once, a type of sensation that began to help you sleep after you became accustomed to it. It would knock you out all night, nothing could wake you up.
Turning the water on the stove, you leaned against the counter and folded your arms over your chest. Pictures lined your cabinets, polaroids, strips from photobooths, photos on printer paper, all full of friends, a few of you and your aunt, most of them you and Chris…
His wide, real, genuine smile, brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. The sunshine in Jiangshi. Your sunshine. You couldn’t help but smile too, every time he would. Even looking at the photos, you felt it in your cheeks. Comfort. A constant in your life that moved all the way out here with you, two people not knowing where the hell they were going in life, but knowing that they needed to do it together.
Jiangshi’s been good to you both, school rocked, you fell in love with your classes, your professors, but for Chris, it changed his life entirely.
You knew him, deep down to his core, he’s never belonged anywhere more than he has in Jiangshi. Up in Iloa, a dry city full of stuck up assholes, you both found a place you belong here, but Chris, he found family.
It was hard to not feel jealous, a lot of his time he used to spend with you, he now gave it to the friends he’s made, the family he’s found, and as much as you understood, as much as you knew he needed it, it hurt.
Your constant became an every now and again. A ‘maybe I can, let me just see what Minho is doing…’. You became a filler in his life, someone he’d come to when everyone else was busy.
You’ve met his friends, seven of them all with the same sharpness in their features, the puppy in their eyes, the literal warmth radiating off of their bodies– God, you’d hate to be stuck in close quarters with all of eight of them at once, testosterone aside, the body heat, you’d suffocate. You can hardly handle sitting too close to Chris on the couch.
They were a great group of guys, Chris has told how they’ve taken him in, how much they’ve taught him, the confidence they’ve fed him… He found his place. He found his pack.
But, that used to be you.
You were his pack. Words spoken to you back home in Iloa under a new moon, embracing the utter calm before the storm.
The feelings were new, though they’ve been buried within both of you for years. Neither of you expressed feeling more until a month ago. In his car, parked down an alleyway in the rain, housing a pizza while the CD he burnt for you played on repeat in the background of your giggles and endless chatter. Somehow the pizza box ended up on the floor of the backseat, somehow you crawled over the console, somehow you wound up in his lap, and somehow, someway, he had kissed you.
It’s been weird since then.
That night, one that made you feel things you’ve never felt before, the look in his eyes, the flash of gold brand new to either of you, something he’s never done, or been able to do, something shifted.
Something changed.
And though he hasn’t been avoiding you, that night hasn’t ever been talked about since it happened, but he wasn’t exactly making an effort to see you.
Pouring the boiling water into a mug, tea leaves swirling in the ceramic before settling to the bottom, you hooked the handle around your fingers and started for the couch, tiptoeing, being oh, so careful to not spill a drop on the floor–
BAM! BAM! BAM!
You spilled more than a drop.
Leaping backward, tea splattering over the floor, body taking a screenshot, you nearly tossed the mug onto the counter, spilling even more tea over the linoleum.
“What the fuck,” you grumbled, wiping your hands on your sweats, checking them for burns, unable to process what had just happened.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Spinning around, eyes wide, your door shook with the force it was banged upon.
Doors didn’t open in Jiangshi, not after you were already inside. Once inside, you stayed inside. Anyone who came with you stayed inside as well, no strays allowed.
“It’s me, let me in!” Except one. “Please,” his voice broke, his accent thicker than ever, and… was he slurring his words? “Fuck, I can’t…” The sound of him moved away from the door, the shuffling of his feet heard on the wood of the landing outside.
Stepping closer, you shouted, “Chris?”, and heard him gasp.
Then, the hair on your arms sprung straight up, a chill shot down your spine, and your ears were pierced by the disgusting sound of sharp nails on metal. Dragging. Digging. Carving their way into the doorframe.
Covering your ears until he deemed himself satisfied, you grabbed onto the doorknob and held it tight, peering out of the viewer you could only see the top of his head. Wet, stringy blonde hair pushed backward, his head hanging forward, down, his shoulders rising and falling significantly, heaving air through his lungs. He looked like himself, just tired. And soaked.
Both hands were pressed to either side of the door, waiting.
Patient.
And when he lifted his head, a shock shot through your nervous system.
Bright, burning golden eyes glowed in the dark of night, his sharp canines extended in both rows of gorgeous teeth, his lips parted, brows pulled together, distraught, somewhat hurt… Actually hurt. A gash on his bottom lip greeted you after his tongue swiped over it, red staining his teeth. On his arms, scratches upon scratches, not deep enough to worry, but enough to discipline.
Your heart squeezed between your lungs. This has happened before, a fight with one of the guys, one he cowered away from after learning his place, where he stood, and he came to you, and you patched him up. You took care of him, and he slept on your couch, and he sipped that special tea.
That night his eyes didn’t glow. That night his canines weren’t growing, and retracting, and growing again, nor did he have the need to dig his nails into absolutely anything, they never even made an appearance even after his moans and groans in protest of the sting of you cleaning his wounds.
“I can’t let you in,” you said softly, keeping your voice steady.
Tilting his head sideways, squeezing his eyes shut, nose scrunching, he muttered a fast and quiet, “Yes-you-can.”
Glancing at the locks on your door, one on the handle and two security hooks inches above it, you moved slowly and latched them both, doing your utmost best to not make a sound. His nails creased the metal of the doorframe and your whole body cringed. Peering out at him, he tipped his head back and whined. More animal than anything.
“Don’t, don’t,” he breathed, pushing from the door, digging his hands in his hair. His elbows were just as scuffed as the rest of him. His black t-shirt, filthy. His dark ripped denim jeans, filthy. “Don’t use those locks, let me in, please.”
“Chris, I can’t, you know that,” you said, your tone gentle.
His head tilted again, the other way, a sharp movement that made his eyes shut once more, like the sound of your voice triggered him. Watching him stagger backward, you can see that he’s more bulky than his usual form, his muscles bulged in his sleeves, his chest threatening to rip through the fabric. The curve in his back, the slightest hunch, the bend in his knees, ever so small, but there.
“What is happening, the moon isn’t full,” you said, and he winced, teeth baring, teetering forward, not in control of himself, slamming against the door, his claws digging into it. Jumping away at the force, you withheld the yelp in your throat, knowing that if he heard you, and you were scared, he’d never forgive himself. Leaning back into it, laying a hand over your chest, you peered through the viewer. “Where did you come from?”
He lifted his head. The glow of his eyes had gone back to normal, sweet caramel chocolate swirl a relief to see. Gasping for air, his teeth having not retracted just yet, he shook his head. “Minho’s,” he mumbled.
“Why did he hurt you?”
Chris clenched his jaw and swallowed, tightening his brow, humming to himself as gold began to course through his irises. “Mmm’he didn’t,” he mumbled, loosing a breath, some sort of smile gracing his pretty lips, a flash of Chris, your Chris. “I hurt him,” he admitted, trying to laugh, “I can’t… control this right now.”
Throat tightening, you took a breath. Minho. “So, he what? Set you free? Fought back, lost, set you loose on the city? Great leader you’ve got there.”
He growled.
Oops.
Teeth shooting out, eyes flashing red for all of two seconds, he threw both fists at the door and shouted. “Keep his name out of your mouth!”
“Chris!” Raising your voice although it shook, you shifted your hands to your belly, holding onto yourself tight.
A whine ripped through him, a pathetic gasp to follow. Face contorting in anguish, he collapsed onto the door, laying his cheek to it. “M’sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean that, I can’t- I can’t-”
Pressing yourself to the door, you sighed. “Can’t control it, I know, it’s okay, Chris.”
Moving faster than humanly possible, he shot straight up, eyes aglow with gold. You heard his hands, his palms brush over the door, no nails to follow. Gaze darting around, searching, his brain logging things impossible to you, his nose scrunched and he groaned.
“He sent me here.”
Your eyes went wide. “W-Who did? Minho?”
Chris swallowed, eyes narrowing, nose twitching with a frown of his lips. “Yeah,” he whispered, and you heard his hands move around the door. “There was nothing he could do for me.”
Appalled, you scoffed and tapped your fingers on the door. “And, there’s something here I can do for you?”
He looked directly at the viewer, startling you. “Yes,” he whispered. He blinked, the gold dimming. Slamming his palms on the door, he walked backward a few steps and shook his head. “No, what the fuck,” he mumbled to himself, dragging his hands through his hair and over his face. “No, no, no. Tell me to leave,” he said, walking back up to the door, “Tell me to leave, right now.”
“Chris, you’re hurt, and you’re not okay, I can’t just-”
He slammed his hands to the door, harder than ever, the vibrations moving through the metal, moving through you. “Tell me to leave! Now!” His scream, it should’ve scared you, should’ve been the red flag, but the gold of his eyes, the gold you saw that night in his car, on his lap, his hands on your waist, little space between you, between kisses…
You put the tip of your finger on one of the locks.
One little slide and it would come undone.
Chris tightened his jaw. “What are you doing?”
Incredible how you made no sound, yet he could hear you.
Golden eyes glanced into the viewer, glanced at you.
Pushing with your finger, you let the chain clang against the doorframe, and watched him berate with himself once more. Somewhere between man and wolf, his consciousness fist fighting for control and losing miserably.
“Don’t. Don’t, please, don't," he mumbled as your finger moved on top of the second lock. “If I can smell you through the door, I won’t be able to… Don’t do it. Tell me to leave.”
Your whisper made him moan. “You won’t hurt me.”
His fists hit the metal. “That was before…”
“Before, what?” You slid the second lock open, and he sighed, his teeth sharpening, his eyes burning brighter, the sounds he made growing louder.
“Don’t open the door,” he begged, “Please, I can’t… I won’t be able to stop. I know I said let me in, don’t listen to me. Do-not-listen-to-me.”
The last lock ticked, and he snapped. Eyes pointed at the handle, body on alert. So still it was as if anyone could walk by and not see him.
You’ve never felt more like prey in your life.
But, why did it feel… good?
Twisting the handle, he didn’t move. He didn’t move until you pulled the door all the way open. He barely got a look at you before he curled into himself, pressing his hands to his face, over his eyes, over his nose. Collapsing backward, he fell against the doorframe and groaned so loud it rang in your ears.
“Chris,” you whispered, and he shot you a glare, clawing his hands at his sides, no nails in sight.
Eyes burning gold, he scrunched his nose and took a step into your apartment, slamming the door behind him. Large, bulky, strong. Much, much bigger than you. Though he looked himself, he most certainly was not himself. With one heavy step toward you, almost a charge, you leapt back some and he hurled himself into the kitchen. The dramatics. Throwing himself over a counter, burying his head in his hands, he groaned, body and muscles twitching, trying to move, his consciousness holding his own.
“...alone, leave it alone, can’t, can’t, can’t…not right…why’d he make me do this…smell, the smell…”
You made out every other word of his grumbles.
“Smell?” you questioned. “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
Snapping his neck, he glared at you. Pure wolf. “You smell.”
Blinking, lips parted with an afterthought, you scoffed. “Excuse me?” Taking a hand to your hoodie, you lifted it to your nose. Soft lavender. “I changed when I got home. If anyone smells, it’s you, wet dog.”
He tried a smile, still bent over the counter. “That’s what you smell?” Rolling your eyes, you nodded. “Keep it that way,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“...Because.”
“Because, why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Because you said so?”
He pounded his fists into the counter, standing up to full height, shoulders rolling back, asserting every bit of dominance. “Just listen to me.”
Every muscle in your body that had tensed since he first knocked on the door had seemed to relax. “Okay,” you whispered, and he whined, collapsing back over the counter. “Chris, what’s happening?”
His nails sprung out, hands grasping the linoleum for stability. “Tell me… to leave,” he muttered into his beefy bicep, voice low, gravely.
“No, Chris, what the fuck, I am not telling you to leave, there is something wrong and I’d rather you be here with me, then out there-”
Pushing himself off the counter, he stumbled backward into the stove, clawing at his t-shirt. Breath ragged, he shook his head with vigor, his brows pleading with you in a language you didn’t understand. “You don’t have any idea what’s happening,” he grumbled.
Glancing around your apartment, you held out your hands and let them fall to your thighs. “Do I look like I know?”
In three quick paces he was in front of you, looking down at you, centimeters from your face, body heat wrapping around your throat, your lungs, your middle, your core. Breathing through his nose, his golden eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, shakily, jaw squaring, body stiffening, throat contracting…
Turning away from you, he hurried a step into the living room and folded himself in half over your couch, more unintelligible moans and groans falling from his lips.
“Chris,” you opened your hands once more, following behind him. Whirling around, he grabbed your wrists and yanked you into him, wedging you between him and the sofa. Towering above you, his thighs pressing into yours, broad chest impenetrable– you were stuck. “Chris.”
Taking your trembling voice for what it was, he rolled his eyes and huffed, leaning into you, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Your body,” he whispered, chills erupting down your arms, your legs, “Begs to be bred.”
Gasping, wriggling in his grasp, you cursed your legs for how they pressed together, for how your body seemed to react. He moved slow, pulling his lips, his hot breath from your ear and the expanse of your neck, looking down at you with warm glowing eyes. Alluring.
Gazing up at him, his sharp features, you whispered, “I-I’m… I’m…”
“Ovulating,” he spat through his teeth. His voice, broken, gritty. “Fertile.”
Sucking in a breath, a warmth spreading under your skin that had his chest heaving, you whispered, “And, you can, you can-”
He curled his lip, leaning into you. “Smell it.”
“Right,” you breathed, and he parted his lips to drink it in, a soft growl on his tongue, his eyes dropping to your mouth, “And… because you can… You want to-”
His eyes flickered to yours. “Fuck you.”
A barely there whimper fell out of you, and he started to smirk. “You’re in heat,” you stated, and he ran his tongue over his teeth, his canines, his consciousness slipping further and further away the longer he stood this close to you. Gulping, your own consciousness telling you to run from this, the pull of his gaze and the warmth of his body and the strength in his grip and the promise of receiving a piece of him you’ve wanted for oh, so long now…
“That’s why Minho sent you here,” you whispered. He didn’t bother to listen now, hearing you’ve got it all figured out, he stared at you, sized you up, a plan in his head he set in stone long ago written on his smug face. “You told him that-”
“That I love you,” he whispered, a peek of him coming through, “Yeah, I did.”
“You lo…” The words cut off with a breath, your own breathing on manual now, and not because of the beast that was about to make you his dinner. Going limp in his hold, body weight falling onto his chest, you shook your head in tiny. “Chris… We said we’d go slow.”
He tilted his head to the side, a minute movement. You weren’t sure who spoke, or who you were speaking to, or if he could hear you clearly, if he could think clearly. “Can’t.”
His body wrapped around you, the heat, the persuasion of his eyes, everything else melted away.
“You don’t speak to me for like a month, and now you-”
Strong hands wrapped around your jaw, tipping you back. A flash of gold washed over you just before he brushed his nose over yours, his gaze falling to your lips. Warm air trickled from between his lips, down your neck, the blaze burning over your skin, down your chest, over your arms, your middle, between your legs, a brazen forest fire, uncontainable, one that twisted every thought with a devilish whisper of you want this…
Barely pursing his lips, he kissed you gently. A miniscule roll of his lips onto yours, entirely chaste, and you kissed him back just the same, a barely there push of lips against his. Inhaling deeply, a flutter in your heart, you took in the scent of something sweet, a soft flower, nothing too sharp like lavender, or poignant like rose, just, soft.
Comfort.
Allowing it to put your mind at ease, reminding yourself that this was Chris, the boy who spilled his feelings to you in a jumbled mess of words that half made sense, the boy who has always smelled this soft, the boy who has shown you his other side countless times and has never once ever hurt you… You stretched your arms over his chest, looping them around his neck, parting your lips to deepen what he’d been afraid of, sliding your tongue over his bottom lip– He ripped himself away from you.
All of your weight rested on him, when he jumped across the living room you had to catch yourself on the couch he’d been pressing you to. Sucking down air, startled by how he moved, breathless from how long he’d been kissing you, you whirled around and threw your hands out at your side.
“No,” he snarled, resting his back against the wall across from where you stood. Digging his fingers through his hair, he couldn’t look at you. His body tried to charge for you, though. “No, it’s not happening.”
Resting your hands on the cushions, you pressed your fingers into them. Gulping, you drug your eyes up and down his form, over every bulging muscle, every heave of his chest as his mind and body went to war, the ragged breaths tearing through his full, plump pink lips delectable as ever, the obvious bulge in his jeans he couldn’t deny if he tried.
Every sigh made your skin crawl.
Every twitch of his hips pooled saliva over your tongue.
Every flash of gold he beguiled your eyes with soaked your panties.
He moved far from you, but you could still smell him.
Soft, fresh clean laundry, a clear spring day, the first gust of air stepping into an ice cream shoppe.
Your muscles tensed.
Squeezing your legs together, bending at the knees, you furrowed your brows and clawed at the couch cushions, the sound triggering him to snap his neck in your direction, eyes focused, ears pointed at the sound. From your fingers to your lustrous gaze he studied. He stood up straight, head cocking to the side ever so slightly. Curious.
Body on absolute fire, the need wedged within your thighs unbearable, humiliating, you clenched your jaw and watched as he attempted to retract his claws, his teeth.
But, his eyes, burning as bright as the need coursing through your veins, like your feelings fueled their glow, gave birth to their very existence, they knew you were empty.
You’ve never felt it more than in this very moment, unable to recall the last time you ever did feel it.
Chris whispered with a scrunch of his nose, “I can smell you from here.”
“I can smell you, too,” you whispered back, and he raised a brow.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
He took a steady breath. “Wet dog?”
Biting on your bottom lip, you blinked and gave him a smile. “Delicious.”
“Shit,” he sneered, spinning around, pressing his hands to his face. Prowling around the couch, tiptoeing behind him though he could hear every move you made, you smoothed your hands over the expanse of his back and trembled at the knees, something resembled a quiet whine slipping through your lips. “Don’t look at me anymore,” he said, then whispered, “Why did he tell me to come here?”
“Because I need you to fill me,” you breathed, and he shot straight up, hands pressing to the wall.
Scent thicker behind him like this, every thought of what if dissipated, the only one left behind is that of a thought you kept for yourself late at night, what it would feel like to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped inside of you.
The sweetness grew tenfold.
“Chris,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his middle, clinging to his back, a mere koala hanging off of him.
More than a want, more than a need, your body craved him.
Taking a hand from the wall, he placed it over yours on his chest. Heavy, hot, strong. “It’s different,” he grumbled, shaking his head, letting it hang. “It won’t be me.”
“Yes, it will be,” you begged, pushing yourself against him.
Holding onto your hands, he turned and pressed his backside to the wall, tugging you into him. Nose to nose, he thinned his lips and shook his head. “You’re already close to halfway gone. Do you hear yourself? This isn’t you, it’s the-”
Gold pulsed in his irises as you clenched around nothing, his voice tickling your skin.
Snapping his mouth shut, he groaned to himself, attempting a deep breath. Leaning into you, his lips close to yours that you tried to catch and he wouldn’t let you, he whispered, “If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“That’s fine, that’s-”
He spat, “At all. Until I’m done, until my body is satisfied, until it knows you’re…”
The breath that pushed through your lips made him break his gaze, glaring elsewhere in the room.
“Bred,” you whispered. His breathing grew heavier, every exhale waltzing with a soft grunt that made you want to shove your hand in your pants. “This never happened before, why now?”
Chris’s throat tightened, his hands tensing around you. Shrugging, he mustered up the courage to look at you with a heavy sigh, “Because, it clicked. We’re it.”
Lips tipping up, you slid your hands down his front. “No shit, I can feel it.”
Catching your wrists before they slid too far, he groaned and pulled them up to his chest. “I can tell.”
“And now you have to give me a baby,” you whispered.
Throwing his head back, he just about roared, his groan echoing against your walls, gold eyes shining brighter than they have all night. Gripping your wrists with a vengeance, he peered down at you, gold like a siren song luring you into bed. “You tell me to leave, we can get through this. Let me go, and we’ll-”
“No.”
He flashed you all of his teeth, his canines, and glared at you. “No?”
Narrowing your eyes, lowering your brows, trying to hold onto him as tightly as he held onto you, you said it again with a snap of your jaw. “No!”
Grunting, he pushed off of the wall and towered over you, walking you backward through your living room. “Did you hear me? What I said?” Excitement flooded your senses, sugary sweets lingered in the air, his heat fogged your windows. He paused in the doorway of your bedroom. “If I start… I won’t be able to stop.”
You wanted him everywhere, his size, his teeth, his strength. Sideways, in your bed, over the back of your sofa, on the kitchen counter, naked, sweaty and making a mess of each other, unable to get enough, utterly famished, and you needed him to pump you full, milking himself dry, as many times as it’d take, you were his to ruin, to claim.
Your body gave you away, it was as if he could read every thought.
“You don’t know what you’re asking me to do,” he whispered, voice quiet. He knew he’d lost.
You needed him inside of you yesterday. Pressing your thighs together, smiling as his nose twitched, you rose to your tiptoes and brushed your lips over his cheek. “But, you do.”
Wrenching his eyes shut, he grasped the doorframe. Breathless, he admitted, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you whispered, kissing his cheek, dancing a hand over his chest and thundering heart. “You could never hurt me. I know you won’t. I want you.” He opened his golden eyes to your innocent smile. “Please?”
Arms engulfing you, he picked you up effortlessly, tossing you back onto your bed made with a plush grey comforter and about a hundred pillows. Through a laugh, you bounced on the mattress and sat up on your elbows, reaching one hand out for him to grab, but he opted for your ankles. In the dark, his eyes burned bright, his expression turning from one you knew to one that pierced through you, into you, deep.
Pulling you toward him by the ankles, you giggled and hummed as your hips met, circling yours against him, grinding into him. He laid over you, his feet firm on the floor, taking your forearms in his, laying you backward on the bed, pinning you down. Jaw clenched tight, he stared at you, his breath shallow and quiet. Nose just grazing your skin, he moved with caution, sizing you up, gaze eating you alive and examining you like he wasn’t sure you were good enough.
Breath tickled your neck, his nose and his chin nudging you gently, a predator stalking his prey.
In the quiet of your bedroom his soft grunts of contentment rendered your brain dizzy, every release like he pushed a finger inside of you, bringing you closer to the edge without even touching you. His tongue drug up the side of your neck, the faintest touch, tasting you, his groan melting into one of your own, a heavy breath caught between your bodies. Aside from his hands, his hips pressing into yours, he didn’t touch you, but his teeth did, soon after his tongue teased beneath your ear.
Arching into his chest, sucking in a breath, the tips of his canines drug over your neck, Chris pressing them into your skin below your chin, his entire jaw almost locking around your throat. If he finished shifting, he’d fit your neck between his teeth easily, too easily. Even now he’d be able to rip into it, his fangs seemed to grow sharper the longer he toyed with you.
Your shaky breath startled him, the push of air making him cower backward, his head dropping and his shoulders rising, his hands pressing yours further into the mattress. His shoulders had widened some, his form larger, every muscle bulkier, thicker, veinier. You could feel the claws on his fingers digging into your arms, just as sharp as his teeth that now poked out over his pink lip.
The final form before the last.
Exhaling through his nose, the breath heavy and hot, his glowing eyes stared into yours.
He didn’t blink.
He didn’t move.
An apex predator.
One as smart as he was strong, as beautiful as he was rough.
He could kill you, right now, and he’d make it quick, a simple task for a monster of his size, his intelligence, but as his golden eyes finally blinked, and cotton candy wafted through the air, the sturdy jaw that’s clamped down and ripped through a plethora of nothings you care to remember, it softened. His lips parted, and both sets of teeth poked through, a gentle growl sneaking out of the depths of him.
Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath shook with every sigh, your hips desperately ground against his. Lifting your head, coming nose to nose, you whispered, “Chris?”
Grizzly breath poured over you, your man now more creature than ever. Voice rough, scratchy, so deep that it vibrated inside of you, he forced the words out of himself. “M’still here.”
“Good,” you whispered, brushing your nose side to side over his. “I’m-”
He pushed down on your arms, knocking you back on bed. Throwing his head down to your chest, his back curved and he groaned, loud, you’re certain you heard a crack.
Gasping, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head away.
This was it.
Panting, a whine escaping with every breath, you attempted to melt into the mattress, unable to even contemplate how you were going to get out of here. “No,” you whispered, listening to him groan, listening to him try to fight it. You’ve been through this before, you’ve both tried everything, there was no fighting it. “Don’t, Christopher, please,” you babbled, shaking your head, “Don’t. It’s me… it’s me. You won’t hurt me, you won’t, you love me. I love you, you can’t…”
He’d stopped moving. When, you weren’t sure.
Shutting yourself up, you held your breath and opened your eyes, looking down at him. Back still curved, eyes still golden, teeth pointed, he stared at you through his lashes, laying over your belly, watching you. You didn’t dare to say more, nor did you think to move. His glare had softened, his breathing evened out, the shift was incomplete physically, still somewhat man, but the way his eyes darted back and forth between yours, to your lips, back to your eyes…
He’d gone feral mentally.
And he moved with the pace and strength of an animal.
Letting go of your arms, he grabbed the waist of your sweats and pulled, ripping them to shreds and throwing them to the floor. Holding your breath as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, two sizes too big, you laid flat on the mattress, eyes wide as he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled, lifting you with it, ripping the cotton off your body like he was shredding mere paper.
Letting you flop back on your comforter, he crawled a little higher, his thighs straddling your shoulders. Reaching between his legs, he hooked his hands under your arms and pulled you up to your pillows, his thighs now caging yours to the bed. Like a ragdoll he moved you, you were certain he could move mountains in this state.
Quiet sounds left him, ones mixing with the power of your breaths with each of his movements, his purrs curious, and satisfied thus far with himself. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he didn’t press, but he tipped your chin upward, meeting your eyes with a small smile, sitting on top of you tall, too big, intimidating.
You wanted him to crush you.
If everything else got bigger…
“You wanted to get fucked,” he grumbled, tilting your head side to side. “Naked under all that?”
A quiet whine slipped from your throat, making him wince. “I-I was home for the night, I didn’t…”
He pushed your chin back further with the back of his hand, his fingertips pressing to the sides, dizzying your head further. “I don’t wanna hear it. You were aroused when I showed up,” he growled, dropping down on top of you, his lips ghosting yours, “Were you gonna touch yourself tonight?”
Trying to breath, your airflow restricted, gazing up into his golden glow, you whined, and nodded.
He smirked. “You do almost every night, don’t you?” Dipping his tongue out, he licked the seam of your lips, huffing as you nodded again, trembling under his grasp. “I know you do,” he whispered, and your eyes went wide, your brows flipping over. “So cute,” he grumbled, fingers squeezing your neck. “You forget I can smell you, when you’re horny, when you’re ovulating, when you’re bleeding, when you’re desperate for someone to take care of you, don’t think I don’t know what you think about when you’re making yourself cum on your fingers.”
Writhing beneath him, you whispered, “You.”
Chris grinned, dimples blessing his cheeks, canines pressing into his lips. “Acting all innocent when you meet me in the morning like you weren’t imagining me on top of you while you were three knuckles deep the night before.” He nodded behind you. “Moaning my name into these pillows? Huh?” He smirked and drug his tongue over your jaw. “Can’t let the neighbors hear you, yeah?”
“Chris, I-”
He didn’t let you finish. Straightening his brow, he released your neck and reached between his legs for your hips, pulling you out from under him. Sitting on his knees, he scooped his hands under yours and pushed you backward before he gripped your thighs and lifted you onto him. Gripping the sheets, nearly shouting his name, you looked up at him from the pillows and whimpered. He had you bent in half with your feet locked behind his neck over his wide shoulders and his head between your legs, holding you up with his body.
Fingers pressing into the curve of your thigh, the dip of your hips, the round of your ass, he fluttered his eyes shut and took a long breath, an inhale of pleasure and a warm exhale of power over your slick, your body shaking in his hold.
Tightening around nothing, a plea, a beg for him to give you something, you pushed your head backward, grabbed fistfuls of sheets, screwed your eyes shut and shouted, barely recognizing yourself, “Chris, please, give it to me!”
You’re met with gold for but a second before his tongue dips into you and your eyes roll back, your toes curling.
Finally.
Whining as his warm muscle drug through your arousal, you gasped as he clamped you down to his chest and abused your clit. Tongue swirling, flicking, teasing, lips smacking, pulling, sucking, teeth nudging, never hurting– he moaned into you, golden eyes admiring you falling apart at his mercy, his cock growing harder with every cry of his name. Plunging his tongue into your entrance, he took one thumb to your clit and pressed, and twisted, and pressed again, tongue fucking you, every smack, every squelch, disgusting… It brought you closer. You’ve never been sprung so close to orgasm so fast, ever.
Sappy sweet wrapped around you, warped your mind, furthered the ecstasy pulsing through you, the heat searing through and out of your body. Chris, nothing but Chris, you couldn’t think of anything else, the world washed away with the rain pelting your windows, you couldn’t hear any of it, the wind, the howls outside, all that was left– Chris, his whimpers of pleasure, his thrusts against your back, his cock, heavy and full of cum that you needed inside of you…
His to use, his to fill, his to breed.
You were his. The gold in his eyes spoke to you, telling you exactly that. You were his. You’d never need anyone else ever again, he was yours.
Thrashing against him, impetuous wails filling the air, wracking the walls, this wasn’t supposed to feel this good. You could stay here forever, bent upward, pinned to his chest while his tongue made love to your pussy and his cock speared you in the back.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, reaching to grab onto his thighs, your nails digging into his muscle. “Chris, god, please, don’t stop, M’gonna cum!”
Circling your hips, grinding on his tongue, he growled and your body went still. Blinking up at him, he wrapped both arms around your thighs and pulled you tighter to him, baring his teeth, eyes pointed. Tongue pressing to your clit, he leaned over you, pushing you into the mattress as he furthered his assault, working faster, quicker, moaning louder, listening to you, and then, one of his hands dropped to your throat.
Fingers squeezing the sides, you went silent, lips parting, a breath caught in your lungs. Going dizzy, every thought fuzzy, the only whispered mantra falling from your lips Chris, chris, chris… Hips pressing up against him, vision searing white, you arched off of his chest and cried. Thighs closing him in, you shook violently, and he kept going.
Reaching up for him, fingers tangling in his hair, you tried to push him off, but the glare he shot down to you sent you retreating. Trembling, your entire body vibrating, the sounds that came out of you were pathetic, embarrassing, you couldn’t take it, it was too much, he needed to stop, your walls were tightening, your second orgasm stared you in the face, and he needed to get inside of you.
You said it all out loud, a mess of words strung together in some form of incoherent babbles that made him snicker.
“You don’t even know what you want,” he grumbled, holding onto your thighs as he moved backward and dropped you down to the mattress. He reached behind him for the collar of his shirt and pulled it off of himself, his hair a mess on top of his head. Crawling backward on top of the pillows, you pulled your knees into your chest and watched him, your bottom lip lodging between your teeth.
Shaking, aftershocks like waves washing through you, you tried to take deep breaths.
For what, you weren’t sure.
Chris unfasted his pants and pushed them down his hips, tight boxers escaping as well, his thick, long, eager cock springing up, tempting you. Lips parting, you ogled his leaking tip and licked at the corners of your mouth. Heart thundering, your breathing shallow, you gulped and looked up at him, smug as ever.
Tongue dragging over his bottom teeth, pressing to his cheek, he lowered his chin. “Come here.” His golden eyes had gone dark, burning deeper, persuading you utterly submissive. With a meek shake of your head, the size of him intimidating, he narrowed his eyes and growled. “Gonna make me say it fucking twice,” he raised his voice, lunging for one of your ankles, dragging you in front of him quick with a yelp, “I said, come here.”
Palms pressing to your thighs, he spread you open and laid over you, his lips locking with yours, the taste of you still on his tongue. Moaning into his mouth as he pressed his tip to your entrance, the sheer difference in size making you both shudder, you threw your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.
“Tiny thing,” he muttered in shared air, dropping his head to peer between your bodies. Nudging your hole, he bared his teeth with a snarl feeling you close up. Taking his lips to your ear, he kissed your lobe and whispered, “Relax.” Holding onto him tighter, you could only whimper. Brushing his lips across your cheek to kiss you slowly, he hummed against your lips and whispered, “Let me in.”
“Chris.”
“Shhh,” he soothed, touching his nose to yours, “Look at me,” and when you listened, he smiled, and the gold calmed you.
A blanket of comfort.
Warmth.
Chris.
A gentle waft of the earth after it rained passed through the air. Your legs spread backward as you gazed up at him, lifting your chin to give him a kiss, taking an involuntary long deep breath as your eyes fluttered shut and a pressure grew between your legs. His head dropped to your shoulder with an erotic whimper, and as the smell of rain dissipated and the facade of the gold broke apart, you clamped yourself around him and cried out.
He had sunken into you entirely, the stretch so unbearable it felt good. Big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had, bigger than what you were even expecting, god, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything but try to breathe, but even then, he thrust into you and knocked it right out of your lungs.
He was splitting you right in two.
And with how he writhed and grunted against your neck, he wasn’t giving you any time to attempt to adjust.
Pistoling into you, drinking up every string of moans that flew from your lips, he wore a pinched brow, his teeth clenched, his pink lips curling. Pressing his forehead to your cheek, to your neck, to your chest, he nuzzled his head against you, his hair, his chin, and when he wasn’t spreading his scent, he was dragging his tongue over your neck, over your lips.
His own pathetic grunts washed over you, the look in his eye not a lick conscious, not a care in the world for how he gripped onto you so tight that his fingerprints were branded into your skin, or for where his teeth went and how hard they dug into your shoulder, or for the press of his nails, in your hips, your belly, your thighs, your ankles…
The bed creaked, moving faster with each thrust, he folded you backward, clawing at the mattress beside your head. Golden eyes glowing brighter, his hips snapped and snapped, the sound of your skin smacking almost as loud as your wails, your cries for more, your cries for him.
He invaded every sense, took over every little signal in your brain, became the one and only thing you needed, the one and only thing you wanted–
“Cum inside me,” you choked out, dragging your nails over the expanse of his back, not doing nearly as much damage as he’d done to you. He growled into your neck, thrusting even faster, so you cried out, voice broken, disgustingly desperate, “I need it, Chris, I’m so empty, wanna be full of you, fuck it into me, breed me, baby, please!”
He roared, pushing into you to the hilt, folding you in half, his legs stretching behind him. Pulsing into you, he moaned so loud the walls shook, and you felt it.
You felt it.
You never can feel it.
You’re not supposed to.
That’s not something that happens, you don’t feel it.
He pumped you full, and you felt it, and he kept cumming, twitching inside of you, soft, weak whimpers hiding in the back of his throat. A sticky warmth he spurted up into you, your belly growing hot, a buzzing within you, calming you. Your body shook, and you tightened around him.
Laid on top of you, a sweaty, panting mess, Chris stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, his head laid in your neck. Groaning with a lazy thrust of his hips, he lifted his head, and you sighed.
He was still hard.
His eyes were still gold.
His teeth were still pointed.
He released a breath and whined. “M’sorry.”
Before you could get out a word, he moved in a flash, pushing himself off you, grabbing onto your waist, flipping you over face down without slipping out of you. Holding onto your hips, he pushed one hand to your back and arched you into the mattress, letting his hand slide down further to grab onto your hair, yanking your head back.
Without warning, he picked up where he left off, quick, short snaps of his hips, harder and harder. “Thought you’d get away with one,” he grumbled, splaying his palm across your asscheek with a slap before he dug his nails into your skin. Laughing as you yelped, keeping you in place with a tug on your hair, he shook his head. “Need at least three to get a bitch fucking pregnant.”
Squeezing him tight, eyes rolling backward, his words spurred you on, your second orgasm impending, seconds from snapping.
“Look at what you’ve fucking done to me,” he groaned. The bed frame wracked against the wall. “You’re nothing but a hole to fuck, a womb to fill, walking around like you have no fucking idea what I have to go through every fucking month, did you know that?”
Through babbled moans, you managed, “No.”
He bent himself in half, his lips brushing your ear, his cock curving up into you. “Better fucking learn. A pretty fucking face with a tight fucking pussy, fuck. How pretty you’ll be full me? This one’ll stick, yeah? You want that?”
Tongue pressing to your bottom lip, entirely fucked out and dumb, you moaned out, “I want it.”
His teeth grazed your neck, his voice spiraled you straight over the edge. “Then take my fucking cum.” Arching back into him, your head pressing to his neck, body writhing, splaying out on the mattress, you cried out his name and he smiled. “Good fucking girl,” he growled with feral thrusts of his hips, pressing hot kisses to your shoulders, “Baby likes getting fucked dumb, huh?”
“Yes,” you whispered, breathless, limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore.
Chris took his arms under you and lifted you up, laying you over his chest, the way he fucked into you– immpossible. Sliding one hand down your middle, he toyed with your clit and snickered as you thrashed. “More,” he moaned, sliding his tongue over your neck, “You’re so fucking wet, I want more, make a mess.”
The sheets under you were ruined. Leaking around him, his cock, his hips, covered. Your thighs, adorned by the mix he fucked you full of… Any more and you’d have to rid of the mattress.
The twist of his fingers and the snap of his hips pushed you over again, for the third time, a silent scream forcing its way out of you, all control you had on your body entirely lost. Limp in his arms, he praised you and laid you down headfirst, his bodyweight on top of you. Clinging to you, desperate grunts in your ear, he thrust into you twice and pushed. Like he wanted to split you in half, spurting into you, warmth filling you, everything going fuzzy.
He kept cumming.
He couldn’t stop.
Pressing chaste kisses to your cheek, to your shoulder, to your back, he shook, and he kept cumming. Whimpers of your name fell from his lips, a sweet song keeping you somewhat grounded, but then you were moved, and you were under him again, and he had you flipped wrong ways down on the bed, and he tried to kiss you, and his teeth were digging into your shoulder, and he pinned your wrists above your head, and he brought you to orgasm again, one that hit you like you’d been plunged under water, drowning in ecstasy, and he wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t stop, and you made him cum again, your belly so bloated, so full, so good for him…
“...back to me, baby,” you heard him whisper.
Blinking, still in the darkness of your bedroom, you swallowed, or tried to, your throat like sandpaper. Sitting up, every muscle in your body groaned, and a pair of warm hands wrapped around you, pulling you back into their lap.
“Lay down,” he whispered, lips pressing to your temple.
Turning your chin, blinking away the blur in your eyes, you looked up at him and his soft smile and felt your throat tighten. “Chris,” you whispered.
“Hi,” he breathed, smoothing his hands down your arms, over your thighs. He had dressed you, you were in new sweats and a big tee. He’d thrown on a grey pair he kept over here in a random drawer. “You feel okay?” His brown eyes were laced with worry, his brows pulled into the center of his forehead.
No teeth.
No impossibly wide shoulders.
No golden glow.
Just Chris.
Sliding a hand over your belly, you lowered your brows and mumbled, “I feel…”
He sighed, dropping his head, his forehead on yours. “I know.”
His pointless shame made you smile. “How many times did you…”
“Five,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
A laugh caught on your lips. Gazing up at him, you scoffed, and he twisted his brow, confused.
“What?”
“Five times,” you laughed, “I thought I was fertile, it took five times!?”
Chris rocked backward, gasping, half a laugh escaping him. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
Laying a hand to his bare chest and his beating heart, his body heat enough to make you sweat, you took a deep breath. “Guess not,” you giggled. Silence wrapped around the two of you for a moment, your gazes saying everything that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Breaking the quiet, you smiled. “You love me.”
He rolled his eyes and tipped his chin back, dragging his tongue over his teeth before it pushed into his cheek. “Yeah, well, you love me, so what are we gonna do about it?”
Blushing, you took your hand to his cheek and gave his dimple a pinch. “What are we gonna do about what we just did?” He took a breath and nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a gentle kiss where marks from his nails were evident. “We can’t have a baby right now, Chris.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “You have more of that tea your aunt gave you?”
“In the kitchen cabinet next to the stove,” you whispered. “That’ll fix it?” With a simple nod he moved out from under you. Rolling onto your side, your body unhappy, you watched him start for the door. “How do you know that?”
He licked his lips and shrugged, the quietest, “Minho,” coming out of him.
You wheezed, falling into hysterics, and he cowered with a grin. “You bastards!”
He hurried out of your bedroom with a shout. “I love you!”
after a few too many drinks at your boyfriend's party you decide to sleep it off in his room. inebriated, you take a wrong turn and end up in chan's bed instead. but fear not — he'll take good care of you...
─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x f!reader
─── ☆ length: 1.4k
─── ☆ warnings: noncon, somnophilia (yn passed out drunk), fingering, fantasies of breeding yn, unprotected sex, pet names: babygirl, name calling: slut
─── ☆ note: this is a rewrite of an old fic previously posted on this blog. 18+ minors dni. this work contains noncon, proceed with caution if the above warnings could be triggering to you. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33
Chan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He must’ve had more to drink than he thought. It’s either that or he’s dreaming.
But when he opens his eyes again you’re still there. You’re on your stomach, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Your head rests on your arms and the only visible movement is the slow rise and fall of your breathing.
You look so peaceful. So pretty.
Chan steps into his room and closes the door behind him. He doesn’t know why he locks it. Out of habit, perhaps.
But something tells him the real reason. You. He pushes the thought away, deep down to the pit of his stomach, far from the unraveling edges of his conscience.
The party is still going strong downstairs; he can hear the bass and the cheers from his friends. And while he didn’t have nearly as much to drink as you, Chan feels the titillating buzz of alcohol in his veins. It makes him bolder than usual.
The right thing to do would be to leave and tell Minho you’ve wandered into the wrong room. Let your boyfriend carry you back to his own bed.
But even before he steps closer Chan knows he’s already made up his mind. He’s not going to do the right thing. Not tonight. Not when you look so beautiful, spread out on his bed like a present. Like it’s his birthday.
You’re stunning. He was already painfully aware even though he’s only seen you a handful of times when his roommate had you over. Never long enough to take a good look. Not without it feeling inappropriate.
As if this is appropriate…but a quick look won’t hurt anyone, Chan thinks. And if the sounds you’re making when you’re with Minho are anything to go by, you’ve never seemed to mind an audience. Surely you know the walls are paper thin. Chan’s lost count of the amount of times he’s cummed to your moans and whimpers filling the apartment.
He walks around the bed and takes in your features. Your makeup smudged a bit and your skirt has hiked up, barely covering the swell of your ass.
You’re wearing pink lace panties. The same color as the drinks you’ve been drinking all night. Besides black, it’s his favorite color.
His cock swells in his pants.
Fuck.
If only he could…
Chan palms himself over his jeans. He shouldn’t be looking at you like this. Shouldn’t be thinking about touching his roommate’s girlfriend. But his other hand reaches out before he can stop himself; fingers pressing against the pink fabric, right where your hole should be.
What happened to just one quick look? Any semblance of self-control is slipping away from him. All he needs now is one touch. You would let him have this, wouldn’t you? You’ve always seemed like such a good girl. He knows you are.
And he can be good for you, too. Make you feel good.
He’s not sure if he’s imagining the throbbing of your pussy through the fabric but it turns him on even more. He traces the outline of your hole and trails his fingers down to massage your clit. With slow rubs of his index as not to rouse you, Chan’s surprised to find the material quickly dampening under his touch.
When he applies a bit more pressure you stir and he freezes, panic flooding him at the thought of getting caught. Your eyelashes flutter and you spread your legs wider before stilling again.
Chan curses under his breath. His heart pounds in his ears as realization hits him. His cock is painfully hard now, neglected in his pants. The wet patch on your panties is growing and Chan can’t hold back any longer. He needs to see your pretty cunt.
He pulls the gusset aside, gulping at the sight of your soaked folds. He runs his fingers through them to wet them, plays with your clit, noticing the way your breathing quickens a little.
“You like that, babygirl?” He whispers, barely audible. “Want some more?”
You let out a soft whimper when two fingers breach you, finding no resistance. Your slick drips over his hand and down his wrist. He toys with you for a while, obsessed with the way your greedy hole swallows his fingers.
It’s addicting. And he needs more. He needs to feel your snug walls around him. He’s already fucking you with his fingers, what difference would his cock make now?
Chan brings his hand up to his lips. You even taste delicious. So fucking sweet. He wishes he could bury his face between your cheeks and eat you out for hours. Suckle on your clit and bite your thighs until you’re begging him to stop.
But he doesn’t have time, so he shoves his jeans down his legs and frees his thick cock. He drags it through your slit to wet it, circling your hole before pushing inside. You whimper again and he stills, brows knitted in worry. He doesn’t want to hurt you. Didn’t he prep you enough? You’re dripping and took his fingers so well —
Then you whine again, canting your hips a little as if to urge him on.
Chan’s worry dissipates and he chuckles. Even while asleep your body reacts to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise; he knew you’re a bratty little slut. He’s heard the tell-tale sounds of a good spanking mixed with your loud whimpering more than once.
Now it’s his turn to feel your warm, wet cunt and Chan can’t believe his luck. He’s sure Minho would want you to feel good too. A pretty girl like you deserves to get fucked every day.
He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning and starts moving with slow strokes. Your pretty little hole stretches around his cock so well. He can’t get enough of the sight, pulling out completely and watching you clench around nothing.
He hasn’t even fucked you properly and your body already wants more.
Chan feels so dirty about taking you like this. It’s wrong and it makes him so fucking hard. He hates how much he enjoys it. Even though he wishes he could fuck you while awake there’s something about using you like this that sends a rush of adrenaline through him unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
He settles for a slow grind and his fingers find their way back to your clit. He supposes it doesn’t matter if you cum or not (even though he hopes this feels good for you, too) but your hole tensing around his cock whenever he touches the sensitive bud makes him lightheaded.
You feel so fucking good. As if your body was made for him.
It takes all his strength to stay quiet and his thrusts are getting sloppier now. His fingers press into your hips and your heavy eyelids blink open slowly. Your eyes are glassy, staring into the distance.
“Minnie,” you slur, “s’good.”
Chan doesn’t reply, tightening his grip instead so he can bury himself deeper between your walls. Your cunt clenches around him and you moan softly, drifting in and out of consciousness.
If you were to tilt your head back you’d see him. How would you react when you realize it isn’t your boyfriend who’s making you feel this good? Would you scream? Would you try to push him away? Or would you whimper and moan louder?
The last possibility makes his cock twitch. His balls tighten and he pulls out just in time to jerk himself to completion. Chan’s smart enough to not cum inside (the cleanup would be a pain) even though he wishes he could…
He wants to fill you up. Mark you and breed you until his seed leaks out of your spent hole. Instead he spills all over your bare thighs, thick white ropes painting your skin.
Gently, he wipes you clean with one of his old shirts. He tucks his softening cock away, puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down.
Other than your smudged makeup you look presentable. Your breathing is steady and even as if nothing happened.
Chan brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. Your plush lips are parted slightly and there’s some drool on his pillow. How cute you are... His own lips curve into a smile and he kisses your temple.
after a few too many drinks at your boyfriend's party you decide to sleep it off in his room. inebriated, you take a wrong turn and end up in chan's bed instead. but fear not — he'll take good care of you...
─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x f!reader
─── ☆ length: 1.4k
─── ☆ warnings: noncon, somnophilia (yn passed out drunk), fingering, fantasies of breeding yn, unprotected sex, pet names: babygirl, name calling: slut
─── ☆ note: this is a rewrite of an old fic previously posted on this blog. 18+ minors dni. this work contains noncon, proceed with caution if the above warnings could be triggering to you. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33
Chan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He must’ve had more to drink than he thought. It’s either that or he’s dreaming.
But when he opens his eyes again you’re still there. You’re on your stomach, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Your head rests on your arms and the only visible movement is the slow rise and fall of your breathing.
You look so peaceful. So pretty.
Chan steps into his room and closes the door behind him. He doesn’t know why he locks it. Out of habit, perhaps.
But something tells him the real reason. You. He pushes the thought away, deep down to the pit of his stomach, far from the unraveling edges of his conscience.
The party is still going strong downstairs; he can hear the bass and the cheers from his friends. And while he didn’t have nearly as much to drink as you, Chan feels the titillating buzz of alcohol in his veins. It makes him bolder than usual.
The right thing to do would be to leave and tell Minho you’ve wandered into the wrong room. Let your boyfriend carry you back to his own bed.
But even before he steps closer Chan knows he’s already made up his mind. He’s not going to do the right thing. Not tonight. Not when you look so beautiful, spread out on his bed like a present. Like it’s his birthday.
You’re stunning. He was already painfully aware even though he’s only seen you a handful of times when his roommate had you over. Never long enough to take a good look. Not without it feeling inappropriate.
As if this is appropriate…but a quick look won’t hurt anyone, Chan thinks. And if the sounds you’re making when you’re with Minho are anything to go by, you’ve never seemed to mind an audience. Surely you know the walls are paper thin. Chan’s lost count of the amount of times he’s cummed to your moans and whimpers filling the apartment.
He walks around the bed and takes in your features. Your makeup smudged a bit and your skirt has hiked up, barely covering the swell of your ass.
You’re wearing pink lace panties. The same color as the drinks you’ve been drinking all night. Besides black, it’s his favorite color.
His cock swells in his pants.
Fuck.
If only he could…
Chan palms himself over his jeans. He shouldn’t be looking at you like this. Shouldn’t be thinking about touching his roommate’s girlfriend. But his other hand reaches out before he can stop himself; fingers pressing against the pink fabric, right where your hole should be.
What happened to just one quick look? Any semblance of self-control is slipping away from him. All he needs now is one touch. You would let him have this, wouldn’t you? You’ve always seemed like such a good girl. He knows you are.
And he can be good for you, too. Make you feel good.
He’s not sure if he’s imagining the throbbing of your pussy through the fabric but it turns him on even more. He traces the outline of your hole and trails his fingers down to massage your clit. With slow rubs of his index as not to rouse you, Chan’s surprised to find the material quickly dampening under his touch.
When he applies a bit more pressure you stir and he freezes, panic flooding him at the thought of getting caught. Your eyelashes flutter and you spread your legs wider before stilling again.
Chan curses under his breath. His heart pounds in his ears as realization hits him. His cock is painfully hard now, neglected in his pants. The wet patch on your panties is growing and Chan can’t hold back any longer. He needs to see your pretty cunt.
He pulls the gusset aside, gulping at the sight of your soaked folds. He runs his fingers through them to wet them, plays with your clit, noticing the way your breathing quickens a little.
“You like that, babygirl?” He whispers, barely audible. “Want some more?”
You let out a soft whimper when two fingers breach you, finding no resistance. Your slick drips over his hand and down his wrist. He toys with you for a while, obsessed with the way your greedy hole swallows his fingers.
It’s addicting. And he needs more. He needs to feel your snug walls around him. He’s already fucking you with his fingers, what difference would his cock make now?
Chan brings his hand up to his lips. You even taste delicious. So fucking sweet. He wishes he could bury his face between your cheeks and eat you out for hours. Suckle on your clit and bite your thighs until you’re begging him to stop.
But he doesn’t have time, so he shoves his jeans down his legs and frees his thick cock. He drags it through your slit to wet it, circling your hole before pushing inside. You whimper again and he stills, brows knitted in worry. He doesn’t want to hurt you. Didn’t he prep you enough? You’re dripping and took his fingers so well —
Then you whine again, canting your hips a little as if to urge him on.
Chan’s worry dissipates and he chuckles. Even while asleep your body reacts to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise; he knew you’re a bratty little slut. He’s heard the tell-tale sounds of a good spanking mixed with your loud whimpering more than once.
Now it’s his turn to feel your warm, wet cunt and Chan can’t believe his luck. He’s sure Minho would want you to feel good too. A pretty girl like you deserves to get fucked every day.
He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning and starts moving with slow strokes. Your pretty little hole stretches around his cock so well. He can’t get enough of the sight, pulling out completely and watching you clench around nothing.
He hasn’t even fucked you properly and your body already wants more.
Chan feels so dirty about taking you like this. It’s wrong and it makes him so fucking hard. He hates how much he enjoys it. Even though he wishes he could fuck you while awake there’s something about using you like this that sends a rush of adrenaline through him unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
He settles for a slow grind and his fingers find their way back to your clit. He supposes it doesn’t matter if you cum or not (even though he hopes this feels good for you, too) but your hole tensing around his cock whenever he touches the sensitive bud makes him lightheaded.
You feel so fucking good. As if your body was made for him.
It takes all his strength to stay quiet and his thrusts are getting sloppier now. His fingers press into your hips and your heavy eyelids blink open slowly. Your eyes are glassy, staring into the distance.
“Minnie,” you slur, “s’good.”
Chan doesn’t reply, tightening his grip instead so he can bury himself deeper between your walls. Your cunt clenches around him and you moan softly, drifting in and out of consciousness.
If you were to tilt your head back you’d see him. How would you react when you realize it isn’t your boyfriend who’s making you feel this good? Would you scream? Would you try to push him away? Or would you whimper and moan louder?
The last possibility makes his cock twitch. His balls tighten and he pulls out just in time to jerk himself to completion. Chan’s smart enough to not cum inside (the cleanup would be a pain) even though he wishes he could…
He wants to fill you up. Mark you and breed you until his seed leaks out of your spent hole. Instead he spills all over your bare thighs, thick white ropes painting your skin.
Gently, he wipes you clean with one of his old shirts. He tucks his softening cock away, puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down.
Other than your smudged makeup you look presentable. Your breathing is steady and even as if nothing happened.
Chan brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. Your plush lips are parted slightly and there’s some drool on his pillow. How cute you are... His own lips curve into a smile and he kisses your temple.
warnings: SMUT. this is filthy yo. gaslighting, emotional manipulation, power play, mean dom!minho, begging, spit play, tits sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, choking, overstimulation, degradation, sub!reader, praising kink, grinding, slight dumbification, teasing, riding, doggy style, hair pulling, reader has cat ears and tail, vibrator, slapping(once), praising, biting, brief mention of blood(droplets. not from penetration), piv, anal fingering, butt plug, lube, dirty talking, slight dacryphilia, reader is in heat(more like minho is), use of the word 'kitty/kitten' and 'jagi', there's more i prob missed. this is freaked out as hell lowkey...
wc: ~4k
This is based off this btw. releasing some of my drafts.
Minho has been so busy lately. Their new comeback eating at his schedule, robbing you of your time together.
You crave him. You crave his voice, his touch, his warmth. Him.
It doesn't help that you've been so heated these days, an unrelenting flush spreading throughout your body every second. The mass pooling at your core to the point of being painful, unbearable. Your tail awfully stiff, rubbing against any appliance or wall, curling up embarrassingly.
You haven't told Minho yet, ashamed to become a liability given his tired state every night. Coming home late. Late enough for you to be tucked in. Sleeping. Pretending to be asleep. His scent dominates your train of thoughts whenever he's close, making it impossible to truly fall asleep. Wrapping your limbs around him as he dozes off, muffling your nose down his neck, tip of your tongue begging to lick at his skin—refraining from doing so the best you could.
Till you couldn't.
Being in his proximity made it worse with your senses heightened. You crave for something, anything. Humping the pillows subconsciously during the day, your fists plowed into the sheets, back perked up while rubbing your cheek on the mattress. Basking in his smell. Stopping right before he gets home, scurrying off to pretend to be busy.
He eyes you, skeptical at your unusual behavior. You're normally so clingy, but now you're avoiding him? Darting your pupils to look at anywhere but him. As if he was non-existent. It hurts him, truly. Walking off when he calls for you, scrambling away when he makes contact with you.
At first, he was confused. You've never acted this way before, the idea of you hating him filled his mind. But then it clicked. It clicked when you were sitting down the couch, hugging a pillow close to your chest, your thighs pressed together tightly. You hadn't noticed him coming that day—coming home earlier than usual—too focused on whatever that was playing on TV, your ears drooped low, biting your lips, cheeks flushed. Weird, considering nothing on the screen could be making you react that way.
He leans forward, face next to the back of your head, he breathes out. Blowing softly on your ears, taking in your reaction as they twitch awake. Panic immediately seers, tilting back to make eye contact with Minho. Your stomach drops, ready to get on your feet and flee but he grabs on your shirt; stumbling you back onto the couch with a thud. “Min—”
“Quit running away,” he interrupts, walking over to you, "What's going on?” he asks, quirking a brow. His gaze never leaves yours, following your drifting pupils. You gulp, flushness creeping up to your face as you refuse to speak.
He sighs, annoyed. Leaning down, arms on either side of you, caging you on the couch. “I won't ask again, kitten. What's going on?”
You feel small, his presence taking over you, clouding your mind with hopeless desires. He's right in front of you, giving you his attention. You could ask—but you can't bring yourself to, tail curling around your leg in discomfort. “Nothing…” you mumble, not even you buying it.
His knuckles meet your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him properly. Studying your face, thumb brushes past your cheek tentatively. You whine. Mouth parting slightly, breathing growing uneven way too quickly. He hums, his hand trailing down your jaw to your neck, resting on your collarbone; warmth spreads across your skin where he touches you. “Is this nothing? I can clearly see something's wrong. How can I help unless you tell me?”
Your chest heaves underneath his contact, lips press tight. “Minho…” you voice meekly, your fingers squeezing the pillow tight, claws digging on the cotton surface. “I—” you try to tell him. Really. But you can't, and it's so cute to him how you're trying your best to. But his kitty needs his help to even voice out what she needs? Thinking over if he has made you too dependent.
“It's okay,” he coos, slowly closing the distance, his smooth voice fills the room. “Maybe I should teach you how to speak? You seem to have forgotten,” he smiles down your neck, leaving kisses so velvet next to such harsh words.
He runs his thumb over the seam of your shirt, hands trailing down your exposed thighs, “Avoiding me… ignoring me all week, but still wearing my clothes?” he rucks the shirt up, revealing nothing underneath. He chuckles, light, his fanning breath running a shiver through your nerves. Heat pools at you, praying that he doesn't inch his hand closer to your core, pussy leaking on the couch. Though, a part of you wish he would. To find out, and coax the words out of your throat.
Your thighs twitch close, the sole obstacle being his body. He holds them open, firmly spreading you further for him to nestle in. He kisses his way up your neck, to your jaw. Lips finding your cheeks, pressing softly till he finds your ear. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” he whispers, nibbling down the sensitive spot. The noise he elicits from you is timid, barely there. You let go of the pillow, instinctively finding his back instead. Holding him closer, claws tearing the fabric of his shirt. “Am I difficult to deal with? Do you hate me?”
You shake your head, “No!” seemingly taken-aback that the thought even crossed his mind. Buying what he's saying. Affected. He smiles. Sticking his forehead to yours. You're so gullible. So naive, you’d believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
“I'll do better, jagi. I'm sorry."
Your mouth hangs open, ears dropping—assuming that he's hurt—blaming yourself for it. “I don't hate you—”
“Then what is it?”
The expression that crashes on your face is nothing short of sweet, pupils blown as you realise your situation. Your face grows hotter by the second, chewing your lower lip in contemplation.
There it is.
His touch leaves you, suddenly being hit with a cold rush. “Hmm, guess you won't tell me. I can't force you,” he mumbles, stepping back when you reach for him, fingers enveloping his wrist.
A pause. Your mouth agape, hesitant before desperation kicks in.
“Touch me…! It feels awful, Min—” you relent, crying out. Brows pinched together.
“Touch you?” he repeats, feigning innocence. “How?”
Tears form in the corner of your eyes, humiliation setting in. “Fuck me. Breed me—it burns. Need your help.”
He's surprised, not expecting this much honesty. Though, it morphs in smugness in seconds, blood rushing into his stiffening dick. His grin widens, snaking his arms underneath your thighs, palms finding your ass as he lifts you up. “How can I refuse when you ask so intently, kitten.” he keens, pecking your lips so cutely. Almost innocent.
You're in the bedroom before you know it, your back hits the mattress with a bounce. He sits at the edge, observing. “You know,” he trails, “I've been wondering when this would happen. If it would.”
You gulp, figuring the meaning behind his words. Your gaze follows him to the closet, he comes back with a box. It is carefully closed, no chance of peeking inside. Curious gaze shooting at him. “Don't worry about it,” he assures; crawling his way back to you. “I’ll take good care of you, kitten.”
His words have the hair on your nape rising, your body burns with desire. He pulls your shirt off, baring your chest to him. Licking his lips as he swipes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, your reaction dragging. Oversensitive from the torturous heat that spreads across your senses. Nerves spiking, squirming prettily just from him wrapping his lips around the skin of your tits, leaving trails of saliva in its wake.
Your fingers sweep through his locks, sharp nails grazing his scalp. He groans against your tits, hands kneading on the flesh of your contracting stomach, breathing heavily under him. “It must hurt so bad,” he mumbles, kissing the side of your hip, teeth nibbling on the supple skin. Eyes unleaving your dainty face, your expression fueling his arousal.
He scoots up, face above yours as he pampers you with kisses, lips anywhere but your pouting mouth. His hold on your hips is firm, bringing you closer to him with a tug. Warm pussy meeting his clothed thigh, wetting the fabric merely from a brush. He curses under his breath, nearly cumming at the sight of your stickiness flowing past your labia. “Look at that,” he rasps, the sound coming out as painful with how bad he just wants to give in and shove it deep inside already. Pussy practically calling out for him.
His patience wears thin, but he holds onto the thread. Lips above yours when he speaks, “Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'm such a bad owner,” he presses down, lips smacking with yours adoringly. “Letting my baby walk around like this, in pain and silently begging for me to stuff her full.” He kisses you again, this time feverishly, tongue swiping over your wet lips, drinking the drool threatening to spill.
He takes the opportunity of your distraction, grinding you down the muscle of his thigh, the fabric roughly rubbing on your clit. The noise that leaves you is pornographic, whimpers muffled by his working mouth. You buck your hips against him when he flexes his thigh, unknowingly rubbing your leg on his tent, earning heavy pants from him. His fingers wrap around your wrist, gliding your hand to his erection, palm feeling him through the cloth. “You’re making me so hard, want to fuck you so bad. Give you all my babies, that’s what you want? Ah—” he moans when you grasp him eagerly, testing the weight of what he has to offer. His voice is so breathy and soft, working his knee on your pussy, causing a mess everywhere.
You nod, almost drooling at the wet patch that smears where you’re touching him, staring in a daze. Cock the only thing on your mind, and he hasn't given you any yet. “Please…” you plea when he lets go of your hand, taking the opportunity to get rid of his shirt, the cotton clinging to his skin with this heat. “Please what?” he asks in a murmur, tone taunting. He can’t help the tingle that runs down his spine when you graze his chest with your sharp claws, doing a poor job at retracting them in this state.
Your soft lashes flutter at him, arms welcoming his neck into an embrace, fingers digging in his hair affectionately. You snuzzle your nose in the dip of his shoulder, unable to look at him for long; dubious of the kind of reaction it would elicit from you. “Please, I need you… need your cock, your babies. All of you, Min…”
He melts in your touch, chest bare—pressed to yours to the point of feeling your hammering heartbeat. “Yeah? All of me?” he repeats, you can hear the grin on his face. “Is that what she also wants?” his thumb finds your clit, running a slow circle on the hood, teasing it. You swallow, breath sucking in when he kisses over your shoulder while parting you open with two fingers, cold air hitting your bare cunt. “Tell me, kitten.” he orders, landing a small slap on your clit, jolting you awake.
“Mgh—!” you moan out, his fingers prodding at your entrance, unsatisfied with your hesitation. Entering you sharply with no warning, drawing out the shakiest whimper you’ve been holding in. A warning. “Yes—! She also wants it, this pussy wants it. Please, I’m sorry.”
You’re so sensitive, much more sensitive than usual. He can tell with how you’re trashing and crying, squirming nonsensically from his fingers alone, eyes tightly shut. He’s never been harder. He curls his fingers, holding your movements down with his body weight, pressing you onto the mattress. He’s slipping in with no intrusion, slickness coating his digit with obscene wet sounds. He grinds against your thigh subconsciously, getting himself off in the process. “Shit. You gon’ cum, jagi?” he mocks, walls clenching hard. Enveloping his fingers like a vice. Working to keep you open, “So fucking tight.” he muses when you gush everywhere, your fluids dripping down his wrist sinfully. He stares, your body going limp. And yet, pussy still spasming, begging for more cause it’s not enough. It never is. He smiles, pulling back. Your chest heaves heavily, eyes flicking open. He’s half-lidded, gaze holding a heat matching yours. Smug when he brings his fingers to his lips, swallowing them in his mouth, sucking and licking at your arousal. Not leaving a drop out of sight, forcing you to hold eye contact while he does so. How you swallow doesn’t escape him—how your expression holds a plea for more. You need more.
He rolls his pants down while you’re entranced, riding off your high. A fuzz behind your eyelids traveling in your blood, raising your pulse. Getting knocked out of it when something heavy taps against your clit. His arms lay on either side of you, nose brushing yours. His bangs tickle your skin when he rolls his hips forward, wetting his cock with your slick. Earning the quietest whimpers from your throat. His teasing has your brows furrowing, basking in your growing frustration.
He hums, taking in your expression. “Hmm, this won't do.”
Your eyes shoot open at his words, and what he could mean by that. Worry sinks in, in case of denial. But you don't have time to think much before he takes a hold of your hips, rolling your bodies with such ease until you’re straddling him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “Show me how much you want it. Come on, fuck yourself on it.”
Your lips press thin, usually being the one on the lying side. He tuts at you, leaning back on the headboard, jerking his head in a way that showcases the bob of his Adam Apple. His tasty neck. Your mouth runs dry. “Weren't you just begging for it? Can't do that much? Should we stop?”
You shake your head rapidly, rushing to get a hold of his heavy length. You hold it under your entrance, prodding it inside, fumbling a few times and he sighs—turning into an exhale of relief when you finally sink down on him. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of your hips. “Fuuckk, just like that.” He hisses, finding the back of your head, pushing your face into his neck. “I know it hurts, baby. Go ahead, bite down.” He says, absently scratching the sensitive spot beneath your twitching ear.
You whine, tears coaxing at the corners of your lids from the burning stretch plus your arousal, the knot in your stomach finally getting relieved as you graze your sharp teeth on his skin. Drawing some blood with your fangs, rough tongue hoping to ease the pain by swiping over the droplets but only adding to it. He however riles up in it, cock throbbing inside at the harsh scrap of your tongue on the wound. He could cum like this. Grasping every ounce of self control in himself to pull your head back using the grip on your hair. Your tongue peeking out, a string of saliva disconnecting from his neck. You look so dumbed out, and you haven't even started bouncing on it yet. That's gon’ be a problem.
You shriek when he abruptly thrusts up, filling you to the brim. His balls slap against your cunt. Lashes fluttering shut, immediately biting onto your lower lip but he's having none of that—index and thumb digs in your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, drawing out the cutest mewls from your throat while ramming into you. One hand on your hips guiding your pace as he forces you to jump on it, tits dangling in his face.
You writhe, trying to shake the overwhelming pleasure off when you feel an orgasm approaching way too quickly. Whining and begging for him to slow down, when really, that's the last thing you want. And he knows it. Quickening his pace, nearly slipping out from how much you're wetting him. “Come on, you're going to cum from a few thrusts alone? Do it. Do it, jagi. Soak my cock, yeah?”
This tips you over, the glass shattering as you gasp. Pussy tightening so hard that he moans right in your ear, pushing your orgasm further. He barely lets you settle and relax, throwing you back onto the bed, sheathing back in easily. You're full once again, feeling him at the back of your throat. You sob, glassy eyes blurring your vision. You don't notice when he opens that box, nor rummages through it. Realizing when you hear a sudden buzz, then you feel it on you.
“Ohh..! Mghm—!” you squirm, a vibration hitting your clit, echoing on every nerve in your body. “Minho—ah!” you cry out, and he twitches. The sound of his name leaving in your mouth in a whimper. He leans forward, releasing a glob of saliva in your open mouth. Smirking when you swallow without thinking twice.
A rush of his own courses on his body, settling in his legs as he feels his high approaching, cock surging forward sinfully with obscene loud slaps. Flap flap flap, is all you hear along with the low buzzing. He's throbbing hard, balls begging to tighten. “Gonna cum. Gonna cum and give you exactly what you want,” he grunts, his voice angelic despite the roughness adorning it. “And then… I'll do it again, and again till you can't take any more drops. You'd like that? Hm? Answer me, kitten.” He taunts, landing a small slap on your cheek to wake you up.
“Hmmp—! Yes!” you nod feverishly, jaw hanging agape. He sighs contentedly, mouth finding the skin on your shoulder when he grows more erratic. Moaning right into your sensitive ears, the noises traveling straight to your pussy. Walls spasming and trapping him in snuggly.
He curses, his hips stuttering once, twice. Thrice as he releases inside. Digging crescent into your skin, muffling his loudest moan with a kiss to your neck. He pulls out, and you think it's over. Taking his threat lightly. Mistake.
He turns you around, mushing your face in the pillows, ass perked up nicely for him. Fingers run over your lips before thrusting down your hole. You grip the sheets, subconsciously wiggling in his hold. His cum oozes around his fingers, his cock jolting back to life.
There's some rustlings, and something cool slides on your skin, running to your ass. The pad of his thumb smudges you with it, trailing down till he reaches your tiny hole. He presses on it. You do your best to try to look back, trashing your limp body and failing to do so. “No..! Not here—” you whine but it draws to a moan when he pushes in, the sensation foreign.
“Shut up,” he rasps, the pain lingering for a second before turning into something else. Chuckling when you keen towards it instead, body so weak that he spreads your asshole open easily. “Touch your clit,” he commands. Such a good girl of you to obey, trembling fingers snaking under your stomach to your nub, tracing small circles on it. He massages your rear, a reassurance for what's to come as he removes his thumb from you. Something freezing and metallic replacing it. You're not sure what it is. But you have an idea when more lube is squeezed on top.
“It'll hurt,” he warns, kind enough to take his time to push it in. Feels so full. In an uncomfortable way, the plug stuffing you in a manner you hadn't dreamed of before. He's already hard. Tip leaking with precum at the visual of the plug disappearing in your tight hole, your tail curling around nothing. He just has to grab it, using it to arch your back, exposing your pretty pussy to him. You squeal when he tugs on it, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you ache. Relieving the emptiness in your cunt when he aligns himself, sliding right back in with an exhale. Creamy on him.
He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, picking up right where he left off. Heavy pants leaving his mouth. “So good, you're so good to me.” he praises, pinning his chest to your back. The plug rubs against his cock within the thin wall separating your holes. Using your tail to angle his hips to hit right into that sweet spot that has you sobbing in the sheets.
He laughs when you try to reach for him, hands flailing behind you. Wrapping a hand on your throat, fingers blocking your air passage when he heaves you up with him. Supporting yourself on your knees with your body slack on him. You hold his arm, clinging to any sort of emotional support. Clinging to any hint of love when he's being so rough to you.
He picks on to your reaction, brows knitting in light confusion. “What's wrong?” he breathes next to your perked ear, hot air fanning on its sensitivity. He loosens his grip on your throat, letting you catch a whiff of oxygen. “Min…” you speak, voice hitching with your cries. “K-kiss me. Please?” your tone is so loving, so desperate for his affection.
He scoffs, concern transforming into cruelty. He laughs, tilting your head to face him. “Hah—want me to kiss you?” he sneers, his hips snap against your ass, dragging in tentatively. “Do kitties in heat deserve to be kissed?”
“Right,” he recalls. “You want all of me. Hm? Want my lips?” he whispers, playing with the plump of your lips with his digits, smearing your mixed fluid like a lip gloss.
Your lips pucker so sweetly, soft and inviting. Your poor attempts at inching closer to his face amuses him, knowing that he's got the upper hand. “Cat got your tongue? Answer.”
Your broken sob has his heart tightening. He knows he's being mean, denying you like this. But it's hard not to when your tears have him rutting into you as if he was the one in heat. Picking the vibrator, opting for the highest settings when it lands right on your overstimulated clit. Your thighs shake violently, unable to hold on. Lips quivering, distracted as he finally gives you what you want. His lips are flimsy on yours, his hold on your neck and body the sole things keeping you up. Tongue licks at your teeth, urging you to open wider. Wet warmth fills your mouth, the muscle circling yours, causing a drooling mass all over your chin. He's half lidded eyes taking in your squeezed shut ones.
He plows your back, tip leaking inside—matching the constant flutter of your walls. Growing faster, more needy by the seconds when you suddenly see white, tears spilling past your cheeks when you crash down. Spilling everywhere. Wetting him, the bed and yourself.
“Oh—” he moans out, loud. His face scrunching in pleasure, whimpers flying to your mouth when he comes once again. Spurting ropes of hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim with how much he's releasing. Spoiling you. “Fuck…” you're still going, the mixture of arousal pooling below your thighs. Pulling out at last, breathing heavily as you go flaccid, flopping onto the mattress with no energy.
He shifts you over to lie on your back, wiping off the hair that's sticking to your face. “You alive?” he questions, standing above you. You nod meekly, barely conscious. “Hmm…” he hums, kissing the top of your head. “Satisfied?”
“Hmhm..” you reply, all that you can muster.
He smiles, rubbing your cheek so kindly when his eyes trail over your body to your leaking cunt. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, thinking. Desire firing up in his guts, “Yeah? Because…” he leans forward, presses feathery pecks on your glistening skin. Rising goosebumps. “I don't think I am yet.”
—the room is quiet… but not peaceful. it’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the air already knows what’s about to happen.
𝓟airing::skz x reader
𝓖enre::smut, tension, romance,pure PWP
𝓦arnings::Creampie, dominant energy,unprotected sex,overstimulation,multiple orgasms,edging e begging,dom/Sub,riding kink humiliation kink,noona kinkbreast sucking,choking,hair pulling, slapping,light degradation + heavy praise,brat taming
𝓐/n ::I’m only writing fics in this aesthetic from now on because I loved it 🤍
𝓦ords ::10k
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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom walls, painting everything in warm amber and deep black. Bang Chan sat against the headboard, shirtless, his broad shoulders tense with the kind of restraint only he could maintain for so long. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the faint outline of his hardening cock already visible beneath the fabric. He watched you with dark, focused eyes — the responsible leader, the one who always stayed in control.
“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. His hands rested on your thighs as you straddled him, but he wasn’t gripping hard. Not yet. “We can go slow. I don’t want to rush you.”
You smiled down at him, fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your palm. He was trying so hard to be careful, to set the pace, to make sure everything stayed safe and measured. That was Chan — always observing, always calculating, always the one in charge.
But tonight, you wanted something different.
You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear. “I don’t want slow, Chan. I want you.”
Before he could respond, you reached between your bodies and freed his cock from his sweatpants. He was already rock hard, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum. A sharp inhale escaped him as your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“Fuck…” he breathed, jaw clenching. His hands flexed on your thighs, fighting the urge to take over. “You’re going to kill me like this.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds. You were soaked — dripping with need after teasing him for the past twenty minutes. Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched the way your wetness coated him, his breathing growing heavier.
“Baby, wait — condom—” he started, always the responsible one.
You shook your head, sinking down just enough for the tip to stretch your entrance. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you.”
A deep groan tore from his throat as you lowered yourself further, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, filling you completely until your ass met his thighs. Chan’s head fell back against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, veins standing out on his neck from the sheer effort of staying still.
“Shit… you’re so tight,” he rasped, voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.”
You stayed there for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside you. Then you began to move.
Slow at first — rolling your hips in deliberate circles, grinding down so your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every motion. Chan’s hands slid up to your waist, gripping firmly, but he let you set the pace. His eyes were locked on where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside your pussy again and again.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and encouraging, still trying to maintain control. “Take what you need, love. I’ve got you.”
But you wanted more.
You planted your hands on his chest for leverage and started riding him harder. Faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. Your tits bounced with every downward thrust, and Chan’s gaze burned as he watched them, one hand moving up to cup and squeeze one breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “So beautiful riding my cock like this.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot deep inside you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pleasure shot through your body. Chan’s hips twitched upward instinctively, driving himself deeper, but he caught himself, forcing his body to stay still.
“Don’t hold back,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him hard. “I want all of you.”
That seemed to crack something in him.
His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. His kisses grew hungry, tongue sliding against yours as you kept riding him, faster now, your pussy clenching around his thick length with every bounce.
“God, you feel incredible,” he growled between kisses, voice dropping even lower. “So wet… so warm… squeezing me so fucking tight.”
You sat up straighter, hands braced on his shoulders, and began bouncing properly — long, deep strokes that made his cock slam into you repeatedly. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him echoed loudly. Chan’s abs flexed beneath you, his breathing turning into heavy pants.
He was losing control. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead, the way his hips started meeting yours halfway despite his efforts to stay still.
“Baby… slow down,” he tried, even as his voice cracked. “I’m supposed to— fuck — I’m supposed to take care of you.”
You smiled down at him, grinding down hard and rolling your hips in tight circles. “Then take care of me by letting me fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
A broken moan left his lips. His head fell back again, exposing the strong column of his throat. You leaned down and sucked on his neck, biting gently, and that was it.
Chan’s control finally shattered.
With a deep, guttural growl, his hands grabbed your ass hard, fingers spreading your cheeks as he started thrusting up into you with raw power. The bed creaked violently under the force. He fucked you from below like a man starved, hips snapping up to meet every downward bounce you made.
“Fuck… fuck, you win,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me. Use me. Take everything.”
You moaned loudly, the new intensity making your walls flutter around him. His cock was so deep, hitting places that made stars explode behind your eyes. You kept riding him through it, thighs burning, but the pleasure was too good to stop.
Chan’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust, watching you with something close to reverence and desperation. One of his hands moved between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.”
The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick cock stretching you pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you cried out his name. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your whole body shake.
But you didn’t stop riding him.
Even as your orgasm faded, you kept moving, slower now but deep, savoring the way he throbbed inside your sensitive walls. Chan groaned, his own pleasure building rapidly.
“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, breath hot against your collarbone.
“Good,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him messily. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, Chan.”
His eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan escaping him. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”
You picked up speed again, riding him with everything you had left. Your ass slapped against his thighs repeatedly, your pussy creamy and dripping down his cock and balls. Chan’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he helped guide you, meeting every bounce with powerful thrusts.
“I’m close,” he gasped, voice strained. “So fucking close, baby.”
You clenched around him deliberately, rolling your hips in that way you knew drove him crazy. “Then cum for me. Let go.”
With a deep, guttural groan that sounded almost pained, Chan came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, filling you until you could feel it leaking out around his length.
Even after he finished, he didn’t let you go. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against his chest as both of you panted heavily. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured against your hair, voice hoarse. “I was supposed to stay in control… supposed to take care of you.”
You lifted your head, smiling softly as you brushed damp hair from his forehead. “You did take care of me. But sometimes I like taking care of you too.”
Chan let out a tired, breathless chuckle, dimples appearing despite how wrecked he looked. His hands stroked up and down your back tenderly, even as his cock remained inside you, softening slowly.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said, kissing your temple. “Then we’re doing that again. But this time, I’m not holding back at all.”
You laughed softly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling his cum slowly drip out of you. The responsible, controlled Bang Chan had finally cracked — and you couldn’t wait to break him again and again until both of you were completely exhausted, spent, and utterly satisfied.
The night was far from over.
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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
The room was dark except for the faint city lights filtering through the half-closed curtains. Minho sat against the headboard, completely naked, his lean, toned body relaxed but his eyes sharp and dangerous. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, resting against his lower stomach as he watched you with that signature smirk — half amusement, half hunger.
You straddled his thighs, heart racing. He had been teasing you for the past hour, edging you with his fingers and tongue until you were dripping and desperate. Now he wanted you to ride him… but on his terms.
“Get on it,” he ordered, voice low and calm, almost bored. One hand lazily stroked his cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head. “You wanted to be on top so bad. So show me what you can do.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length before slowly sinking down. The stretch was intense — Minho was thick, and the way he filled you made your mouth fall open in a silent moan. Inch by inch, you took him until your ass met his thighs, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Minho let out a quiet hum of approval, but his hands stayed at his sides for now. “Good girl. Now move.”
You started rolling your hips, finding a rhythm. Slow and deep at first, savoring the way his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Minho’s eyes never left your face, watching every expression, every gasp.
“Faster,” he commanded.
You obeyed, bouncing on his cock with more force. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room — obscene and loud. Your tits bounced with every movement, and Minho’s gaze dropped to them, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Riding my cock like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes— fuck, yes,” you moaned, hands braced on his chest as you rode him harder.
Minho suddenly sat up straighter, one hand gripping your waist tightly while the other tangled in your hair. He yanked your head back sharply, exposing your throat. The sting made you clench around him.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock until your legs give out. Understand?”
You whimpered, nodding as best as you could with his fingers twisted in your hair. He released your hair only to slap your ass hard, the sharp sound echoing. The burn spread across your skin, making you jolt and sink deeper onto him.
“Answer me properly,” he demanded, slapping your ass again, harder this time.
“Yes— I’ll keep riding you,” you gasped.
“That’s my good little whore.”
He leaned back again, but his control never wavered. Every time your pace slowed even slightly, his hand came down on your ass — firm, stinging slaps that made you cry out and move faster. Your thighs were already burning, but the mixture of pain and pleasure kept you going.
Minho’s hands roamed your body possessively. He pinched your nipples, twisted them, then soothed them with his palms. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open with every bounce.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groaned, voice rougher now. “Such a messy pussy. Keep going. I want to feel you get tired.”
You were getting closer, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly with every downward thrust. Your moans grew louder, more desperate. Minho noticed.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, grabbing your hair again and pulling your face close to his. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You cum when I say so. Keep fucking riding.”
Tears of overstimulation pricked your eyes as you forced yourself to keep bouncing. Your legs trembled, muscles screaming, but Minho’s grip on your hips kept you moving. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving his cock even deeper, making you see stars.
“Minho— please—” you begged, voice breaking.
“Please what?” He slapped your ass again, then gripped both cheeks, spreading them as you rode him. “Please let you cum? Or please fuck you harder like the desperate slut you are?”
“Both— fuck, please—”
He chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. Without warning, he yanked your hair back again, harder this time, forcing you to arch your back as you kept bouncing on his cock.
“You’re getting tired already, aren’t you?” he taunted, watching your face. “Legs shaking. Pussy clenching so fucking tight. But you’re not stopping. Not until I’m done with you.”
Your thighs burned. Sweat slid down your back. Every bounce sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure through you, but exhaustion was setting in. Still, Minho refused to let you slow down. He slapped your ass repeatedly — left, right, left again — each strike pushing you back into a faster rhythm.
“Faster,” he growled. “Ride me like you mean it.”
You sobbed in pleasure, pushing through the fatigue, slamming yourself down on his cock over and over. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing him was constant now. Minho’s breathing grew heavier, but he still looked in complete control, eyes locked on where your bodies connected.
“Look at that,” he murmured, almost reverently. “My cock disappearing inside your greedy little cunt. So fucking pretty.”
He reached between your bodies and rubbed your swollen clit with two fingers, fast and precise. Your vision blurred.
“Minho— I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Cum,” he finally allowed, voice rough. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
Your orgasm crashed into you violently. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy spasmed hard around his thick length. Minho groaned, feeling you squeeze him, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking uncontrollably.
But he still wasn’t done.
Even as you came down, legs trembling violently, he gripped your hips and forced you to keep moving.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he hissed, pulling your hair again. “You’re going to keep riding until I cum. Understand?”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity. Your body was exhausted, thighs screaming, but Minho’s dominance kept you going. He slapped your ass again, harder, the sting cutting through the haze.
“Faster. Milk my cock.”
You pushed through, bouncing on him with everything you had left. Minho’s control finally started slipping — his hips snapping up more desperately, low grunts escaping his lips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good little fucktoy. Taking my cock so well even when you’re tired.”
Your second orgasm built quickly, faster than you expected. Minho could feel it.
“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again. Now.”
You shattered around him a second time, sobbing his name. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around him finally pushed Minho over the edge.
With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking from your used pussy.
Minho finally released your hair, his hand moving to stroke your back almost gently. But his voice was still dark when he spoke against your ear.
“You did so well, baby. Riding me until you couldn’t anymore… Such a perfect little slut for me.”
He pulled you down against his chest, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around your exhausted body. His lips brushed your temple.
“Next time,” he whispered, voice low and promising, “I won’t let you stop even after I cum.”
You shivered in his arms, completely spent, thighs still trembling around him.
Minho smiled against your skin — that dangerous, beautiful smile.
And you knew he meant every word.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
Changbin’s back was pressed against the headboard, muscular arms gripping the sheets tightly as sweat rolled down his chest. His breath came out in short, desperate pants. You had been riding him for what felt like forever — at least twenty-five minutes straight — bouncing, grinding, and using his thick cock like it was nothing more than your personal toy.
And he was losing his mind.
“Fuck— baby… please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and broken. His usually deep, powerful voice had turned into soft, needy whines. His cock was so sensitive now, throbbing painfully inside your tight, soaked pussy after being ridden without mercy for so long.
You didn’t stop.
Instead, you planted your hands firmly on his broad chest, using his strong body for leverage as you lifted your hips and slammed back down again, taking every inch of him in one smooth motion. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing his cock echoed loudly in the room.
“Mmm… you feel so good, Binnie,” you moaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Your cock is so thick… perfect for me to use.”
Changbin’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud, a broken moan escaping his lips. His muscular thighs trembled beneath you. “It’s too much… I’m so fucking sensitive— ahh!” His voice cracked as you ground down hard, rolling your hips in tight circles so his swollen tip rubbed against that perfect spot deep inside you.
You didn’t care.
You were chasing your own pleasure, using him shamelessly. Your juices coated his cock, his balls, and even dripped down onto the sheets. Every time you sank down, more of your cream painted his skin.
“Shit— baby, slow down a little,” he begged, voice turning into a needy whimper. His hands moved to your hips, not to stop you, but just to hold on. “My cock… it’s so sensitive now. You’ve been riding me for so long…”
You leaned forward, biting his bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being my toy.”
Changbin’s cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded frantically, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure. “Yes— fuck, yes I do. Use me… use my cock however you want. It’s yours.”
Satisfied with his answer, you sat up straighter and started bouncing harder. Your ass slapped loudly against his muscular thighs with every drop. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. Changbin’s thick cock stretched you so perfectly, veins dragging against your walls with every movement.
He was a mess underneath you.
His abs clenched and unclenched rapidly. Sweat made his skin glow under the low lights. His nipples were hard, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through the overstimulation. Every time you slammed down, a high-pitched whine left his throat.
“Fuck— I’m so sensitive… it hurts but it feels so good,” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t stop… don’t stop using me.”
You reached back and grabbed his balls gently, massaging them while you kept riding him relentlessly. Changbin’s whole body jerked, a loud moan tearing from his chest.
“Ahh— baby! That’s— fuck, that’s too much!” His voice cracked again, turning into desperate little whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that…”
“You already came twice, Binnie,” you purred, not slowing down even a bit. “And you’re still so hard for me. Such a good toy.”
You sped up, riding him with pure selfishness. Your tits bounced wildly in front of his face. Changbin’s eyes were locked on them, tongue hanging out slightly as he panted like a dog in heat. He wanted to touch them so badly, but you had told him to keep his hands on the sheets — and he obeyed like an obedient puppy.
“God… you’re so deep,” you moaned, grinding down especially hard so his cock pressed against your cervix. “I could ride you for hours.”
Changbin let out a pitiful whine, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity. His cock was aching, raw, and incredibly sensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of you using him like this.
“Please… kiss me,” he begged softly, voice trembling. “I need you closer.”
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept bouncing on his cock. Your lips met his in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours sloppily as you fucked yourself on him. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, and you both groaned at the same time.
“You’re getting louder, Binnie,” you teased against his lips. “Are you gonna cum again?”
He nodded frantically, hips twitching upward weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted. “I think so… you’re squeezing me so tight— fuck, I can’t hold it.”
You sat back up and started riding him with renewed intensity, hands planted on his shoulders for balance. Your pussy clenched around him deliberately on every downstroke, milking his oversensitive cock.
Changbin’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Baby— baby, slow down! I’m too sensitive— ahh, shit— I’m cumming!”
His third orgasm hit him hard. His cock pulsed violently inside you as he spilled again, thick ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. His whole body shook, muscles straining as he moaned loudly, almost sobbing from the intensity.
But you still didn’t stop.
Even as he was cumming, you kept bouncing on his cock, chasing your own high. The overstimulation made Changbin’s eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.
“Too much— too much— please, I can’t—” he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks now. His cock was twitching wildly, still hard despite how sensitive it was. Every movement of your pussy felt like electricity shooting through his body.
You moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm building fast. “Just a little more, baby. Let me use you until I cum.”
Changbin nodded weakly, completely submissive. “Yes… use me. I’m your toy… only yours.”
You rode him through his orgasm and beyond, the mix of his cum and your juices making everything even wetter and sloppier. The sounds were absolutely filthy. You reached down and rubbed your clit fast, using his cock to push yourself over the edge.
When your orgasm finally hit, it was powerful. Your walls clenched hard around his oversensitive length, milking him as you cried out. Your body shook on top of him, thighs trembling violently from how long you had been riding.
Changbin whimpered underneath you, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze him. “So tight… you’re squeezing me so good— fuck…”
You kept moving slowly through your orgasm, grinding down on him until the pleasure became too much for both of you. Finally, you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Changbin’s arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks. He was a complete mess — flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and soft little whimpers still leaving his lips every few seconds.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “Using me like that… fuck, I love it so much.”
You smiled against his neck, gently clenching around his sensitive cock just to hear him whine again. He did — a soft, broken sound that made you giggle.
“Too sensitive?” you asked teasingly.
He nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “Yes… but don’t pull off yet. I want to stay inside you a little longer.”
You stayed like that for a long time — your body resting on top of his strong frame, his cock still buried deep, slowly softening inside your cum-filled pussy. Changbin kept stroking your back with shaky hands, whispering how much he loved being used by you.
Even completely exhausted and overstimulated, he was already thinking about the next time you would ride him until he couldn’t think straight.
Because for Changbin, there was nothing hotter than being your personal toy.
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𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
The bedroom was bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamps. Hyunjin lay sprawled elegantly across the silk sheets like a Renaissance painting brought to life — long limbs relaxed, dark hair fanned out across the pillow, lips slightly parted. His lean, toned body was completely bare, skin glowing under the warm lighting. His cock rested hard and flushed against his lower stomach, already leaking precum just from watching you.
He looked utterly relaxed. Almost lazy.
A spoiled, beautiful pillow princess who had no intention of doing any work tonight.
You climbed onto the bed and straddled his narrow waist. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as he looked up at you, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across his face.
“Are you going to take care of me tonight, angel?” he asked, voice low and smooth like velvet. He didn’t move to touch you. He simply rested his hands beside his head on the pillow, wrists relaxed, completely surrendering control.
You leaned down and kissed him deeply. He hummed softly into your mouth, letting you lead the kiss, his tongue lazily brushing against yours. When you pulled back, his lips were shiny and his cheeks already flushed.
“Yes,” you whispered against his jaw. “I’m going to use you until I can’t anymore.”
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, but his smile only grew. “Good. I want to watch you.”
You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was incredibly hard, long and beautifully thick, the head glistening. You stroked him slowly, spreading his precum, and Hyunjin let out a soft, breathy moan, eyes fluttering but never closing completely. He wanted to see everything.
You positioned yourself over him and slowly sank down.
A long, pretty whimper left Hyunjin’s lips as your tight, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch. His head pressed back deeper into the pillow, exposing the elegant line of his throat.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed, voice already turning breathy. “So warm and tight around me…”
You didn’t give him time to adjust. Once he was fully buried inside you, you started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips at first, grinding down so your clit rubbed perfectly against his pelvis. Hyunjin’s hands stayed on the pillow, fingers curling loosely into the sheets as he let you use him.
His eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure, watching intently as your body moved on top of him. Every bounce made your breasts sway, and his gaze stayed locked there, mesmerized.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured dreamily. “Riding me… using my cock like it’s your favorite toy. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”
You planted your hands on his chest for balance and began bouncing properly. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his long lashes fluttering every time you slammed down.
He looked ethereal — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair messy against the white pillow. A spoiled prince completely lost in pleasure.
“Harder,” he whined softly, hips twitching just slightly underneath you, but never really thrusting up. He wanted you to do everything. “I want to feel you take me deeper.”
You obeyed, riding him faster, your ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. Sweat started to glisten on your skin. Hyunjin’s cock throbbed inside you, hitting all the right spots as you angled your hips just right.
“Oh my god…” he moaned beautifully, the sound high and melodic. “You’re going to ruin me like this. My cock is so deep inside you… I can feel everything.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle, and Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back for a moment. A broken, pretty whimper escaped him as you rode him harder, your pussy clenching around his length with every stroke.
His hands finally moved — not to control you, but to rest gently on your thighs, fingers stroking your skin tenderly.
“You’re so wet,” he gasped, voice trembling with pleasure. “I can hear how soaked you are. You love using me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you moaned, bouncing faster. “I love your cock, Hyunjin. It’s mine tonight.”
A shudder ran through his body at your words. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, lips parted as soft, needy sounds kept spilling out of him. He looked completely blissed out — the picture of a pampered pillow princess who was more than happy to just lie there and be used for your pleasure.
You sat up straighter again, hands on his abs, and started riding him with pure selfishness. Long, powerful strokes that made his cock disappear completely inside your dripping pussy every time. The wet squelching sounds grew louder. Your juices were dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.
Hyunjin’s breathing was ragged now, but his eyes stayed on you, drinking in every detail — the way your tits bounced, the way your face twisted in pleasure, the way your pussy stretched around him.
“Faster, angel… please,” he begged sweetly, voice cracking. “Use me more. I want to feel you get tired on my cock.”
Your thighs were already burning, but the pleasure was too good. You kept riding him relentlessly, slamming down hard, grinding in circles, then bouncing again. Hyunjin’s moans grew louder, more desperate, but he never once tried to take control. He simply lay there, letting you fuck yourself on him like he was nothing but a beautiful, breathing dildo for your satisfaction.
“Fuck— I’m so close already,” he whined, fingers tightening slightly on your thighs. “You’re going to make me cum just by using me like this…”
You reached down and rubbed your clit while continuing to ride him, chasing your own orgasm. Hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, lips trembling.
“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Keep going. Take what you need from me.”
Your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy clenched violently around his cock. Hyunjin moaned loudly at the feeling, his own hips twitching helplessly beneath you as you kept riding him through your climax, prolonging your pleasure.
Even after you came, you didn’t stop.
Your legs were exhausted, trembling violently, but you kept bouncing on his sensitive cock. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from his throat.
“Baby— oh fuck, I’m so sensitive now…” he whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “You’re still riding me… you’re going to kill me.”
But he made no move to stop you. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside you, clearly loving every second of being used.
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept moving your hips. Your lips brushed his ear.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
Hyunjin let out a shaky, delighted laugh that turned into a moan as you clenched around him. His hands finally moved up to gently hold your waist, but only to feel you — not to guide.
“Yes… keep using me,” he breathed, voice completely fucked out. “I’m your pretty toy tonight. Ride me until you can’t move anymore.”
You sat back up and kept going, slower now but deep, grinding hard on every downstroke. Hyunjin’s head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, soft whimpers and pretty moans continuously falling from his lips. His cock was throbbing, oversensitive, but he was clearly in heaven.
Every time you slammed down, his body jolted beautifully beneath you. His abs flexed, chest heaving, nipples hard. He looked like the most exquisite work of art — flushed, ruined, and completely surrendered to your pleasure.
You rode him for what felt like ages, chasing a second orgasm while Hyunjin fell apart underneath you. His whimpers turned into desperate, high-pitched cries as overstimulation took over.
“Baby… I’m so close again,” he sobbed softly. “Please don’t stop. I want to cum while you’re using me.”
You rode him harder, ignoring the burning in your thighs. When your second orgasm crashed over you, Hyunjin followed right after, moaning your name like a prayer as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you. His body shook elegantly beneath you, hands finally gripping your hips tightly as he came.
Even then, you kept moving slowly, milking every last drop from his sensitive cock until both of you were completely spent.
You finally collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around you lazily, holding you close while his cock softened inside you. He pressed soft, tired kisses to your forehead, a blissful smile on his flushed face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered dreamily. “I love being your pillow princess… I could let you use me like that forever.”
He nuzzled into your neck, clearly satisfied and glowing with pleasure.
“Next time,” he murmured sleepily, voice soft and content, “I want you to ride me even longer.”
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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping together. Felix lay on his back, golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep pink. His eyes were glassy, half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure and desperation as you rode him relentlessly.
He was a complete mess underneath you.
“Baby… please…” Felix whimpered, his voice high and broken. His hands clutched desperately at your waist, fingers digging into your skin like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every time you sank down on his cock, he let out a needy, shaky moan, hips twitching up instinctively.
You had been riding him for nearly thirty minutes straight, switching between fast bounces and slow, torturous grinds. His cock was rock hard inside you, throbbing and oversensitive, but you still hadn’t let him cum.
Felix looked so fucking cute like this — desperate, teary-eyed, clinging to you like you were his lifeline.
“Fuck— you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, pulling your chest flush against his. He buried his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin as he panted hotly. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum. Just once… I’ll be so good for you.”
You slowed your movements, grinding down deep and rolling your hips in circles, feeling every inch of his thick cock stretching you. Felix let out a broken sob, his fingers trembling against your back as he held you even tighter.
“Angel… my angel,” he whined, voice muffled against your neck. “You’re so wet and warm… I’m losing my mind. Please, I need to cum inside you. I’ve been so patient.”
His cock twitched violently inside your pussy, and you knew he was right on the edge again. You kept moving slowly, teasing him, enjoying the way his body shook underneath you.
Felix’s grip became almost frantic. He clung to you like a lifeline, arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. His hips bucked up desperately, trying to fuck you from below, but you stayed in control, keeping the pace torturously slow.
“Baby, please…” he begged again, voice cracking with emotion. Tears were gathering at the corners of his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been holding it for so long. My cock hurts… it’s so sensitive. Just let me fill you up. I’ll do anything.”
You leaned back slightly, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing again — harder this time. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a loud, desperate moan tearing from his throat. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he tried to pull you down even deeper.
“Oh my god— yes, just like that,” he cried out, eyes rolling back. “You’re going to make me cum… please don’t stop. I’m so close— so fucking close.”
His freckled chest heaved with every breath. Sweat glistened on his skin. His cock was impossibly hard inside you, pulsing with the need to release. But every time he got too close, you slowed down again, edging him cruelly.
Felix let out a frustrated, needy sob.
“Why are you being so mean to me?” he whimpered, looking up at you with those big, watery eyes. His bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been such a good boy… riding you for so long. Please let me cum. I’ll be quick, I promise. I just need to fill your pretty pussy… please, please, please.”
He looked so adorable begging like this — cheeks red, eyes glossy, voice all high and desperate. You couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him. Felix kissed you back like a man starved, tongue sliding messily against yours as he moaned into your mouth. His arms wrapped around you even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer while you kept riding him.
When you pulled back for air, he was panting, almost crying.
“I’m begging you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me cum inside you. I need it so bad. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
You smiled down at him and started riding him faster, bouncing hard on his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your soaked pussy taking him filled the entire room. Felix’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
“Yes— yes— fuck, thank you!” he cried out, voice breaking beautifully. His hands gripped your waist so tightly it would probably bruise. “Don’t stop— I’m gonna cum— I’m really gonna cum this time—”
His whole body started trembling underneath you. His cock swelled even more inside your tight walls, throbbing wildly.
“Please— please let me,” he sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks now. “I’ve been so good… I held it for you… please let your good boy cum.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Cum for me, Lix.”
That was all it took.
Felix let out a loud, broken cry as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His back arched off the bed, hips stuttering up wildly as he came hard inside you. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you so much it started leaking out around his cock with every thrust.
He clung to you desperately the entire time, arms locked around your body, face buried in your neck as he moaned and whimpered through his intense orgasm.
“So much… I’m cumming so much,” he sobbed against your skin, body shaking uncontrollably. “Thank you— thank you— fuck, it feels so good…”
Even after his orgasm started to fade, he kept holding onto you tightly, hips still twitching as he pumped the last few weak spurts of cum deep inside you. His breathing was ragged, body limp and exhausted beneath you.
You kept moving slowly, gently riding him through the aftershocks. Felix whimpered softly, oversensitive but refusing to let you go.
“Stay… don’t pull off yet,” he begged quietly, voice hoarse and small. “I want to stay inside you. Please… just a little longer.”
You smiled and leaned down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his trembling lips. Felix kissed you back weakly, still clinging to you like you might disappear.
“You’re so cute when you beg,” you whispered, gently brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.
Felix blushed even deeper, hiding his face in your neck again with a shy, embarrassed whimper.
“I can’t help it…” he mumbled against your skin. “When you ride me like that… I lose my mind. You feel too good. I get so desperate.”
He tightened his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Can I… can I cum again later?” he asked softly, voice hopeful and still a little shaky. “Even if it’s just once more… I want to fill you up again.”
You laughed softly and rolled your hips once, making him gasp.
“We’ll see, baby. But for now… you’re going to keep staying inside me while I use you a little more.”
Felix let out a needy, happy whine, nodding eagerly as he clung to you even tighter.
“Yes… use me as long as you want,” he whispered, voice full of love and desperation. “I’m yours.”
He stayed wrapped around you like that — arms locked tight, cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy, breathing softly against your neck as you continued to move slowly on top of him.
Completely desperate.
Completely clingy.
And completely in love with being used by you.
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𝐇𝐚𝐧
Jisung was trembling beneath you.
His whole body shook — thighs, arms, even his lips — as you continued to ride him slowly, deeply, using his cock like it existed solely for your pleasure. Sweat covered his forehead, his dark hair sticking to it in messy strands. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure and desperation.
“P-please…” he whimpered, voice high and broken. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, but don’t stop— fuck, please don’t stop.”
You had already made him cum twice. Thick loads of his cum were leaking out of your pussy every time you lifted your hips, making the slide even wetter and filthier. Yet Han still looked at you like he would die if you pulled off him.
You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle.
“Look at you,” you cooed softly. “Such a desperate little slut. How many times have you cum already, Hannie?”
He whined loudly at your words, hips twitching up helplessly. “T-two… I came twice… but I need more. Please, I need to stay inside you. Your pussy feels too good— it’s so warm and tight and wet, I don’t want to leave…”
You laughed softly, and that was his undoing.
The moment the soft laugh left your lips, Jisung’s entire face burned redder. He squeezed his eyes shut in pure embarrassment, one arm coming up to cover his face.
“Don’t laugh at me…” he mumbled, voice muffled and shy. “I know I sound pathetic… but I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good I could live in your pussy.”
You laughed again, louder this time, deliberately clenching around his sensitive cock as you kept riding him. Han let out a broken moan, his body jerking underneath you.
“Stop— ahh— don’t laugh,” he begged, peeking at you from behind his arm, eyes watery. “It’s embarrassing… I sound so needy.”
“But you are needy, baby,” you teased, leaning forward so your breasts hung right above his face. “You’re my desperate, trembling boy who can’t stop cumming but still wants more.”
The sight of your tits so close made him lose it.
With a needy whine, Han surged upward, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around your nipple desperately, moaning loudly against your skin as you kept bouncing on his cock. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, fingers digging in as if afraid you’d disappear.
“Mmmph— fuck,” he moaned around your nipple, sucking sloppily, switching between licking and gentle bites. “Your tits are so perfect… I love sucking them while you ride me.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling his face harder against your chest. Han whimpered happily, sucking even more eagerly, spit dripping down your breast as he lost himself in the feeling.
“You’re such a messy boy,” you murmured, grinding down deep. “Sucking on my tits like you’ll die without them.”
He nodded frantically, refusing to let go of your nipple. His cock throbbed violently inside you, still hard despite cumming twice already. The overstimulation made him shake even harder, thighs quivering beneath you.
You started bouncing faster, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy filling the room. Han pulled off your breast with a wet pop, gasping for air, only to immediately latch onto the other one, sucking desperately.
“Gonna cum again—” he sobbed against your skin, voice muffled. “Please let me cum inside you one more time. I just want to stay buried in your pussy… it’s so good, so warm, I never want to leave—”
You clenched around him deliberately and laughed again.
Han whimpered in embarrassment, hiding his face between your breasts, still sucking greedily. “Don’t laugh… I know I’m pathetic. I’ve cum so many times but I still want more… I’m such a greedy boy for your pussy.”
“You are,” you agreed, riding him harder. “But you’re my greedy boy.”
That seemed to break him completely.
Han started crying softly — pretty tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he clung to you, mouth still latched onto your breast. His hips bucked up weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted.
“I’m so sensitive…” he cried, voice shaking. “My cock hurts but it feels too good. Please don’t stop riding me. I want to cum again. Please, please let me fill you up one more time.”
You rode him mercilessly, ass slapping against his thighs with every bounce. Han was a complete wreck — trembling, moaning, sucking desperately on your tits while tears rolled down his face. Every time you slammed down, a fresh wave of overstimulation made him sob around your nipple.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” he whimpered, switching to the other breast and sucking even harder, tongue flicking rapidly. “I can feel it building… please don’t edge me this time. I need it. I need to cum inside you.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Then cum for me, Hannie. Fill me up like the desperate slut you are.”
That pushed him over the edge.
Han let out a loud, broken cry, his entire body seizing up as his third orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing pussy. He clung to you desperately, arms wrapped tightly around your back, face buried between your breasts as he shook and sobbed through the intense pleasure.
“So much… I’m cumming so much again,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Your pussy is milking me so good— fuck, I love it. I love being inside you.”
Even after his orgasm faded, he refused to let you stop. His hands gripped your waist, weakly encouraging you to keep moving.
“Don’t pull off… please,” he begged softly, still trembling. “I want to stay inside you forever. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel your warm pussy around me.”
You smiled and kept riding him slowly, grinding deep. Han whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t protest. Instead, he went back to sucking on your breasts, gentle now, almost comforting himself with the soft flesh in his mouth.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he mumbled sleepily against your skin, eyes half-closed in bliss. “But I don’t care. I just want to stay like this… buried in your perfect pussy while you use me.”
He looked up at you with those big, teary, adoring eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment even as he kept sucking softly on your nipple.
“Was it… too much?” he asked shyly, voice small. “When I begged like that?”
You laughed again, and Han immediately hid his face between your breasts with a shy, embarrassed whine.
“Stop laughing at meeee,” he complained cutely, voice muffled. But you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard, still desperate for more.
You rolled your hips slowly, making him moan.
“We’re not done yet, Hannie,” you whispered. “I want to see how many more times my desperate boy can cum for me.”
Han let out a needy, shaky whimper, clinging to you tighter as he went back to sucking on your tits, completely submissive and utterly addicted to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
He was yours — trembling, embarrassed, desperate, and ready to let you use him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
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𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
Seungmin lay beneath you with that signature smug little smirk on his face, even as his chest heaved and sweat glistened on his pale skin. His hands were supposed to stay above his head, but he kept testing you — fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hips.
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he muttered, trying to sound bored even though his voice was already breathy. “Using me like a toy. How pathetic.”
You raised an eyebrow and slammed down hard on his cock, making him gasp sharply.
“Pathetic?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles. “You’re the one who’s been moaning like a whore for the past twenty minutes, Seungmin.”
His cheeks flushed instantly, but he still tried to keep up the act.
“I’m not— ahh… fuck—” His words broke off into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper as you clenched around him. His cock twitched hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled darkly and started bouncing faster, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Seungmin’s head fell back against the pillow, but he still tried to run his mouth.
“This is boring,” he lied, biting his lip hard. “You could at least ride me properly if you’re going to use me like this—”
You cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to look at you while you rode him harder.
“Keep talking shit and I’ll edge you for another hour,” you warned.
Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with something mischievous and needy. He knew exactly what he was doing. The bratty attitude was all an act — a way to provoke you into punishing him exactly how he wanted.
But he couldn’t hide how much he loved it.
His next moan was pure filth — a broken, pathetic little cry that made your pussy clench around him.
“F-fuck… you’re so mean,” he whined, voice cracking beautifully. “Using my cock like this… treating me like a fucking toy—”
You slapped his thigh hard, the sound sharp in the room. Seungmin gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Such a bratty mouth,” you growled, riding him faster. “Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”
His eyes widened in panic, even as his cock throbbed harder inside you.
“No— wait, please,” he begged, the bratty mask slipping for a second. “I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good—”
You laughed and slowed down deliberately, grinding torturously slow on his oversensitive cock. Seungmin let out the most pathetic whimper you’d ever heard from him — high, needy, and completely broken.
“Don’t slow down… please don’t slow down,” he cried, hips twitching desperately beneath you. “I need it faster— fuck, I’m so close again…”
“You’ve already cum twice, Seungmin,” you reminded him, still moving painfully slow. “And you’re still acting like a spoiled little brat.”
He bit his lip, trying to hold back another moan, but it slipped out anyway — a soft, embarrassing whine that made his ears turn bright red.
“I’m not… I’m not a brat,” he mumbled, clearly lying. His hands fisted the sheets above his head as he fought the urge to touch you.
You suddenly stopped moving completely, his cock buried deep inside you.
Seungmin’s eyes snapped open, wide and desperate.
“No— no, don’t stop!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please move… I’ll stop being mean, I swear. Just please fuck me properly—”
You tilted your head, smirking. “Say it nicely.”
Seungmin’s face burned with embarrassment, but the need won.
“Please…” he whispered, voice small and shaky. “Please use me. Ride me until I can’t think. I want it… I want you to ruin me.”
You rewarded him by slamming down hard, riding him with brutal intensity. Seungmin’s back arched off the bed, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat.
“Fuck— yes— thank you— oh my god,” he sobbed, voice getting higher and more broken with every bounce. “Your pussy is so good… so fucking tight, I can’t— ahh!”
The more you rode him, the more his tough front crumbled. His moans turned truly pathetic — high-pitched, whimpering, almost sobbing sounds that made him sound completely ruined.
You leaned forward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head as you fucked yourself on his cock.
“Look at you,” you taunted. “All that attitude and now you’re crying like a desperate slut.”
Seungmin’s eyes were glassy with tears, lips trembling as he moaned helplessly.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy— just please don’t stop. I need to cum again. Please let me cum inside you.”
You rode him harder, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy obscene. Seungmin had already given you two loads, and yet he was still rock hard, twitching and throbbing inside you.
His third orgasm hit him suddenly.
“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming again—” he cried out, body shaking violently beneath you. Thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you as he sobbed through the pleasure, tears slipping down his temples.
But you didn’t stop.
You kept riding him through his orgasm, chasing your own pleasure. Seungmin’s eyes widened in overstimulation.
“Too much— too much— ahh, fuck— it’s too sensitive!” he wailed, voice completely pathetic now. His whole body trembled, thighs quivering, but he made no real attempt to push you off.
Because he loved it.
You could see it in his eyes — the way he secretly adored being used and punished like this.
“P-please… I can’t take it,” he lied again, another bratty attempt even while crying. “You’re going to break me—”
You slapped his thigh hard and kept bouncing.
“Good,” you said coldly. “Then I’ll break you.”
Seungmin let out the most broken, beautiful sob you’d ever heard, his cock twitching wildly inside your overstimulated pussy. He was a complete mess — flushed skin, tear-streaked face, desperate whimpers and pathetic little cries spilling from his lips nonstop.
Yet every time you slowed down, he would whine and beg.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop using me,” he cried, voice hoarse. “Even if it hurts… I want it. I want you to ride me until I can’t cum anymore.”
You leaned down and bit his neck, making him moan loudly. His wrists were still pinned above his head as you used him without mercy, chasing another orgasm while he trembled and whimpered beneath you.
When your own climax finally hit, you clenched hard around him, moaning his name. Seungmin cried out at the feeling, another weak spurt of cum leaking from his oversensitive cock.
You kept moving slowly through both your orgasms, grinding deep, making him sob from the intensity.
Seungmin looked up at you with teary, adoring eyes, completely ruined and yet still so needy.
“More…” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “Please… one more time. I want to stay inside you. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel you.”
You smiled down at your beautiful, bratty boy and rolled your hips again, making him whimper pathetically.
“Such a spoiled little prince,” you murmured, kissing his tear-stained cheek. “Begging to be used until he breaks.”
Seungmin hid his face in your neck, embarrassed but nodding desperately as he clung to you.
“Yes… I’m your spoiled brat,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Now please… keep ruining me.”
And you did.
You rode him until his moans turned into weak, broken whimpers. Until his body stopped trembling and simply melted beneath you. Until he was so overstimulated he could barely speak — only soft, pathetic little sounds leaving his lips as he let you use him exactly how he secretly craved.
Completely submitted.
Completely addicted.
And completely yours.
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𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
Jeongin looked like he was about to cry.
His face was flushed a deep, adorable tomato red, cheeks burning, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. Those pretty fox-like eyes were glassy with tears, lashes wet as he blinked up at you. His plump lips were parted, letting out the softest, whiniest moans you had ever heard from him.
And you were still riding him.
“N-noona…” he whimpered, voice high and trembling, so fucking cute it made your pussy clench around him. “It’s too much… I-I already came three times but you’re still… ahh!”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers trembling as you continued to bounce on his cock. He was so sensitive now — his poor cock red and swollen from being used for so long, yet still rock hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled down at him, brushing his damp hair back gently while rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed. “Look at you… such a pretty, desperate boy for me.”
Jeongin let out a broken, adorable moan at your praise, his hips twitching weakly underneath you. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“I-I want to make Noona feel good,” he sobbed softly, voice cracking in the most endearing way. “Even if it’s too much… I can take it. Please keep using me. Please.”
He looked so fucking cute like this — face burning red, eyes watery, lips shiny and trembling. Every time you sank down on his cock, a high-pitched, whiny moan escaped him, his whole body jolting cutely.
“Fuck— Noona’s pussy is so warm…” he whimpered, biting his lip hard. “It keeps squeezing me… I feel like I’m going to melt. But it feels so good. So, so good—”
You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing faster. Jeongin’s eyes widened, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat as his sensitive cock was stimulated even more.
“Ahh— Noona! Slow down— please, I’m too sensitive!” he cried, tears flowing freely now. His face was an absolute mess: flushed crimson, eyes sparkling with overwhelmed pleasure, lips shiny with spit.
But even as he begged you to slow down, his hands stayed firmly on your thighs, pulling you down harder every time you lifted up.
“Don’t stop…” he whispered a second later, voice small and needy. “I lied… I don’t want you to slow down. I want Noona to feel good. Use my cock as much as you want. It’s yours.”
You smiled and rode him harder, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of your cum-filled pussy taking his overstimulated cock filled the room. Jeongin’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing his pretty neck as he moaned shamelessly.
“Nngh— Noona… you’re going to make me cum again,” he sobbed, voice so adorably whiny. “I don’t know if I have anything left but… I want to. I want to cum inside you again. Please let me fill you up one more time.”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching with every bounce. He was so oversensitive that every movement made his body jerk cutely, thighs shaking underneath you.
You reached down and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks while still riding him.
“You’re so cute when you cry, Innie,” you murmured. “Does it hurt?”
Jeongin nodded frantically, more tears spilling as he looked up at you with those big, watery eyes.
“It hurts… but it feels so good,” he confessed breathlessly. “My cock is so sensitive now… every time you move it feels like electricity. But I love it. I love when Noona uses me like this.”
He suddenly leaned up, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face between your breasts, whimpering softly as you kept bouncing on him.
“Noona’s tits are so soft,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled and needy. “Can I… can I suck them? Please?”
You nodded, and Jeongin immediately latched onto one of your nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder, moaning around it like it was his favorite thing in the world. His pretty whimpers vibrated against your skin as you rode him faster.
“Mmm— Noona…” he whined between sucks, switching to the other nipple. “You’re going to ruin me… but I want it. I want Noona to ruin her maknae.”
His words were so innocent yet so filthy, spoken in that soft, desperate voice. You couldn’t resist bouncing harder, making him cry out around your breast.
Jeongin pulled back slightly, looking up at you with teary, lovesick eyes, lips shiny and swollen.
“I’m gonna cum again…” he sobbed, voice cracking adorably. “Noona, please— can I? Can your good boy cum inside you? I’ve been so good, right? Taking everything you give me…”
You cupped his burning red cheeks and kissed him deeply, still riding him without mercy.
“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered against his lips.
That was all he needed.
Jeongin let out the cutest, most broken moan as his fourth orgasm hit him. His whole body shook violently beneath you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he clung to you like a lifeline. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooded your pussy again, even though he had already given you so much.
“Ahh— Noona! I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much again—” he cried, tears streaming down his face as pleasure overwhelmed him. His hips twitched helplessly, pushing his sensitive cock deeper into you as he rode out his orgasm.
Even after he finished, you didn’t stop moving.
Jeongin whimpered pathetically, burying his face in your neck as overstimulation took over.
“It’s too much… too sensitive… Noona, please—” he sobbed, but his arms stayed locked around you, not pushing you away. “I can’t… I really can’t take it but… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want to make Noona cum again. I want to be good for you.”
You kept riding him slowly, grinding deep, feeling his cum leak out around his cock with every movement. Jeongin was a shaking, whimpering, teary-eyed mess — face tomato red, lips trembling, eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure.
“You’re so cute like this, Innie,” you praised, kissing his wet cheeks. “Crying and begging even when you’re overstimulated.”
He let out a shy, embarrassed whine, hiding his face in your neck again.
“It’s embarrassing…” he mumbled, voice small. “But I like it when Noona uses me until I cry. I like making you feel good… even if my cock feels like it’s going to explode.”
You smiled and started bouncing again, slower but deep. Jeongin moaned loudly, the sound so sweet and pathetic it made your stomach flutter.
“Noona…” he whimpered, clinging to you desperately. “I love you. I love being your good boy. Please keep riding me. Even if I can’t cum anymore… I just want to stay inside you. Your pussy feels like heaven.”
His words were so earnest, so full of love and desperation, that you felt yourself getting close again. You rode him a little faster, chasing your pleasure while Jeongin continued to moan and whimper cutely beneath you.
When your orgasm finally hit, you clenched hard around his oversensitive cock. Jeongin cried out softly, holding you tighter as you came, his own body twitching from the intensity.
You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. Jeongin’s arms stayed wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy.
He pressed soft, tired kisses to your shoulder, still trembling slightly.
“Was I good, Noona?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse and shy. “Did I make you feel good?”
You lifted your head and kissed his red, tear-streaked cheeks.
“You were perfect, baby,” you whispered. “My sweet, desperate boy.”
Jeongin smiled shyly, eyes still watery, face burning as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Then… can we stay like this a little longer?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to pull out yet. I like feeling you around me… even if I’m too sensitive.”
You nodded, gently stroking his hair as he clung to you, completely exhausted but still so eager to please.
Your adorable, overstimulated maknae — flushed, teary-eyed, and utterly in love with being used by you.
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 — you were wrong.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › 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 — 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 —
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body — 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 — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind — 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 — 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 —" 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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, — 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 — because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix — 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 — 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 —
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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — 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 — 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 — 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 — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when — 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 — him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to —" 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you — 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 — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 —"
"I want to, so —" 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" 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 — 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 — 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 — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — 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 — 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 — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — 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 — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — 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 — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — 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 — 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 — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — 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 — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — 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 — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — 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 — 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 — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — 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 — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — 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 — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.
"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — 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 — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight — 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 — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after — 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 — 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 — 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 —" 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 — 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 — hitting deep in your chest.
"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — 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 — 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 — especially if you moan like that."
You know you shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong, you could get fired, but fuck the dick is just so good.
A father of one of your students had came by to the classroom for a little 'talk' you could say. "C'mon sweetheart," His dick pulsing into your walls that grip his so tight he grits out. "Let her get something free at the boom fair, c'mon she's a straight A's student." It could be a normal conversation, but he decided to fuck you dumb to learn.
"Her mom keeps trying to take her away, ive got bills to pay. Let this one slide yeah?" With his words going through one ear out the other all you can do is moan around his fingers that are stuffed into your mouth. You're skirt pushed up to your waist while you're panties hang loosely off your ankle.
Nail markings left on edge of your desk while you're thighs meet the desk with every thrust of his hips. "Y'know I.. can't ha–" You moan out like you're still trying to keep things professional.
"Lawyers taking all my money, all she wants is this book." He's fucking into you like he wants to rearrange your guts. The more you tell him no the faster his pace becomes. "Yes!–I'll do it fuck," You gasp out around his fingers.
That's when his movements still. He pulls his cock out. You thought he was going to leave, zip up his pants and leave. Chan's hand reaches up to your shoulder and turns you to face him.
"Good little Ms, if I fuck you full will that make me a teachers pet?" Before you could process Chan sits down on your chair and pulls you onto his lap. "My daughter speaks so highly about you," His large hands pull you down to sink down onto his cock.
With every inch he forces in you let out a whimper. "I see it now," You're fingers grip onto his broad shoulders as you sink down onto his length–trying to take him once again. "What she sees in you."
Looking down to see him lifting his head to look up at you. His hips snap up forcing his cock deep into you, further then before. The chair creaks under the two of you while his balls his your ass with every harsh thrust. "You gonna get her that book?" Chan huffs out.
His hands digging into your hips holding you still to be used as some cock slut. "Gonna be a good little Ms for her daddy?" His tongue sticks out to lick the little drop of sweat on your neck.
"Y-Yes," You shout out on accident, "G-Gonna...cum!"
Chan holds your back in a hugging position pulling you flushed against him. "Do it," With his teasing voice all you do is what he ask, cum dripping down his member and sticking to your thighs. "H-Ho, fuckk." He says smiling watching the mess you made stain your skirt that you forgot about.
With the clenching of your pussy he wasn't bound to last either, his cock drilling inside you to fuck up once more and shoot his hot sperm into you. Chan's load was so thick, it was so much.
All you could do is rest your head on his shoulder as you pant into his ear breathlessly. "Good Ms, take your time." You listened because your thighs were shaking and trembling for the amount of force and intense climax he pulled from you.
"I was joking about the book, i'll pay for it don't worry." Chan says playing with the texture of your shirt. "Needed an excuse to talk to you, you're holy to me–m-my daughter! She see's you like your her mother." You're eyes soften and look up at him. "Is her mother..?"
"No, no, she's just not in the picture," He pulls you closer by your waist like he wanted to say one more thing to you. "You're daughter is still waiting outside I should–" Chan's eyes widen. "Shit you're right." You pull away and lift yourself up. "I hope... we could do this, again, maybe even more–" Before you let him finish you cut him off. "Date first, then we could see where this goes."
He tucks himself back into his boxers and fastens his belt with one hand that makes you remember your legs are numb. "I'll be back before you could get your legs to stop being sore." Chan says with a wink and getting the classroom door open to greet his daughter.
summary: you’re in a fake relationship with Hyunjin, but no one else knows it’s all a show
a/n: hiya! How are yall doing? I kinda had this random idea sitting in my head and needed to get it out lol. It’s just a little something in between before we’re getting to a probably long awaited project, some of yall asked for it..
The flashlights of the paparazzis cameras were almost making you blind. You should get used to it, you always were drawing in their attention the most when you were out with the others. Hyunjins hand on your lower back always felt extra heavy in moments like these.
“You think now is the time?”, he whispered, hunched over so he could be close to your ear.
You nodded, management had told you to do it.
Deep breath.
A grin on your lips.
And you held your left hand up, big and shining ring glistening brightly in the sun. There was a roar in the audience, you saw Stays swooning in the corner of your eyes.
“We got them”, Hyunjin grinned.
To the outside, it just looked like he was holding you, whispering something sweet. Just like you wanted. He took your other hand in his, lacing your fingers and the camera lights flashed up again.
Chris was the last of the group, standing behind the two of you, hurrying you inside the building to get rid of all the people.
“Alright lovebirds, come on”.
When the door closed behind you, you felt a lot more at ease. Paparazzi and fans somehow were not as easy to fool than the other band members. You didn’t know why the management wouldn’t let you tell them that the relationship Hyunjin and you had was fake - all of it - but they seemed to not notice it in the slightest anyway. This was going on for so long now, the two of you were in your fake relationship for years.
The others loved you dearly, welcomed you in their group as part of their little family and you really adored them as well.
It wasn’t like Hyunjin and you hadn’t feelings for each other. You cared about him and you knew that was mutual. But it was more like a very deep friendship, not love.
Still, you were both very good at faking it.
“Let me see, I haven’t had a look at it yet”, Felix said, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his face to see the ring properly.
It was a big stone in the middle, little diamonds circling it to make it look like a flower.
“Damn, Hyung it’s really pretty”, he nodded in approval, “Bet he got down to one knee and all, huh?”.
“Oh, I can imagine Jinnie being so romantic, taking her out on a date-“, Changbin chimed in, earning an elbow to his side.
“Don’t be so nosy”, Hyunjin groaned, scrunching up his face when he saw your grin, “Don’t tell them anything, my love, they don’t deserve to hear it”.
You shook your head while your grin spreaded, pulling your hand away to wrap it around Hyunjins arm.
“Don’t be mad, baby, they’re all just happy for us”.
Your gaze fell on Jisung, who was the only one who didn’t seem as content about your ‘engagement’ as the others. It wasn’t obvious, he still was smiling, but the desperate way he looked at you said enough.
He was smitten, you knew Jisung liked you. And you liked him too, very much so. The situation was very complicated though.
Since you couldn’t tell him that your relationship was all a show, the two of you would meet in secret. Turned out, Jisung had a huge kink about you ‘cheating’ on your now fiancé with him. To him, this was all real, so the thrill of it was too.
You knew it was wrong to keep the fact that all of it was fake a secret, but you didn’t have the courage to tell him after everything that already had happened - plus, you weren’t allowed to.
Hyunjin knew of your so called affair, you told him everything. And well, he encouraged it. He was bold enough to make Jisung jealous from time to time, because it would make him even more needy for you.
“How do you want him today, my love? Just desperate or a mess?”, your fake fiancé cooed beside you, only loud enough for you to hear.
It was normal for him to give you nicknames even when you’re alone or only you could hear it. You didn’t mind, you gave him pet names in private too - made everything feel more casual in public.
“A mess, please”.
He chuckled, lips slowly grazing your jaw.
“Let me handle it, thank me later”, he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Then, he let his hand sneak around you, splaying out on your stomach. You knew what he was going for and you decided to play along with it, covering his hand with yours.
“Can’t wait to try for a baby next”, he said, a bit louder this time, shit eating from on his lips.
“You’re planning to have one?”, Jeongin asked.
“Wouldn’t a baby Jinnie be cute?”, you joked, watching how Jisung crumbled in his spot, “Gonna be the new maknae, it’s coming for your job”.
“Gonna be the most dramatic baby ever”, Felix grinned, teasing his hyung with it.
You couldn’t pry your eyes off Jisung anymore, his gaze flickered in between your stomach and your face, a pout formed on his mouth - probably without him even noticing.
“Ji, can you drive me home? You’re not doing practice today, right?”, you asked, very well aware of all of their schedules.
“Uhmm, no, I mean- Yeah, if you want to. Just gotta head to the studio later”, he answered, standing up too fast to be nonchalant about your question.
Hyunjin grinned, but you were the only person who understood the reason.
“See you in the evening”, he cooed while coming closer, leaning down to you, “Miss you already”.
His hand cupped your jaw gently as he captured your lips in a deep but quick kiss.
It was just right - intense enough for a young lovey dovey couple, quick enough for a goodbye kiss - and it made Jisung almost lose it.
You knew watching you two kiss made him wish he was the one doing it - that he would be the one kissing you as a good morning and good night, doing it whenever your ways parted.
“Don’t be late”, you said with a smile, stretching your body up to give him another chaste kiss.
Jisung and you left through the back door, he had his hat pulled down deep into his face, you did the same with the hood of your sweater.
Your heart was fluttering when his fingers searched for yours in the intimacy of the shadows, but giving in and grabbing your whole hand right in front of the car.
He sighed, words resting heavily on his tongue, but he didn’t dare to say something.
“What’s wrong, Ji?”, you asked, a slight smirk on your lips.
“I didn’t know you wanted to marry him-“, he whispered, eyes lowered.
Jisung didn’t dare to look at your pink hue of embarrassment spreading across his face.
“It doesn’t change anything between us”, you said calmly, “I still want you”.
That was the moment when he looked at you again, big round eyes lighting up at your words, he leaned against the car as if he lost the ability to stand on his own.
“You do? But- I-“.
“Of course I do”, your hand came up to caress his face.
He immediately melted into your touch, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist. Another sigh came out of his mouth.
“I want you too, but Hyunjin- this is wrong, you’re engaged and he’s my friend”.
Jisung sometimes had these thoughts, some doubts. And honestly, you could understand him. You sometimes felt bad about the way you were treating him, but it got easier over time to ignore the voice of reason.
“What if I tell you that I want you to take me in that car? What if I tell you that you can fuck me better than he does?”, you leaned in, your lips grazing the outline of his jaw.
“Holy shit- don’t-“, he had to clear his throat, “Don’t say that”.
You pressed yourself against him, angling your leg to move it along his crotch.
“I can feel you getting hard”, you chuckled.
“You’re so unfair”, he whined, hands scrambling to open the door beside him, “Get inside”.
You both got into the backseat - luckily the parking lot behind the entertainment building was dark and only accessible for staff members. Plus, you couldn’t peek into the cars windows from the outside. Jisung locked it with his key, trapping your form underneath his body.
He pulled his cap off, lowering himself on top of you gently.
“You still like it when I’m unfair, don’t you?”, you grinned, holding his face in your hands.
“Unfortunately-“, he sighed, leaning in to kiss your jaw, “Begging me to fuck you in the car- as if I could deny that”.
His lips wandered down to your throat, leaving open mouthed kisses on his way down, temporarily sucking on the skin in the crook of your neck. He knew he wasn’t allowed to leave marks, but he liked to tease you with it.
“I wasn’t begging”, you gasped, arching into him when he bit you there for a second.
“Do you want me to make you beg?”, Jisung huffed, you felt his grin against your skin.
His hands came up to unbutton your blouse while you pushed his oversized shirt up to signal him to take it off.
“You can give it a try”, you taunted him, “Before I’ll make you do it instead”.
Jisung ended the banter by kissing you, claiming your mouth with an urgent desperation, relief washing over him as soon as he could have you like this - pinned underneath him with his lips on yours.
You hummed in satisfaction, your hands finding his hair and pulling on some strands. Your skirt was pushed up, his hurried hands grabbing your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips.
The friction of your heat against his bulge made him moan into your mouth, even if you still were wearing clothes.
You rolled your hips in tandem with him, both of you moved against each other. It was hot, you felt everything clinging to you so nastily - your clothes, your hair, the leather of the car seats. But still, you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to push him away so you could breathe.
“Jisung-“, you gasped, his mouth leaving yours to travel downwards again, in between your tits.
“Yeah, fuck- I know”, he pressed a kiss to your skin, tongue darting out and tasting you, still rocking into you.
The space was so cramped, but that only led to him pressing against you some more, kneeling on the seats for more leverage and because he couldn’t properly stretch out his legs either way - one arm around your lower body holding you close.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, scraping up his skin and he hissed as the pain mixed with pure want and desire.
“Wanna be inside you-“, he choked out a breathy moan, needing to be pulled away from your chest by his hair before he could bite marks into your skin, “Hate to be the one begging, but please- I really need to-“.
A hand came up to his jaw, angling his head up, so you could nip at his skin there.
“That’s no real begging”, you laughed hoarsely, “I guess Hyunjin wants me more than you do”.
Your words made his hips snap forward, granting more friction against your aching clit before he retracted enough to let a hand fall between your legs.
Middle and ring finger stroked your folds, Jisung was moaning when he felt how soaked the fabric of your panties was.
“Fuck- I bet he doesn’t”, he closed his eyes as your hand wrapped around his throat, “I want you so bad- please, jagi. Let me have you”.
His needy voice made your pussy throb, his little gasps probably could be enough to make you fall apart untouched.
“Begging for an engaged woman?”, you whispered, “How filthy, Sungie”.
His fingers pushed your panties aside, gathering your slick to insert both of them at the same time. Your body reacted heavily, you weren’t able to stop the relentless grinding against his hand. His palm rubbed against your clit like this and you rewarded him with an open mouthed kiss.
“Call me filthy as much as you like- I want you- I want to fuck you raw, you’d let me do it, right?”, he grinned, such a dumb and silly look while his eyes were only half lidded, “I need to fuck you- please”.
Jisung curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. He tried to bribe you, dragging his fingers out with a nasty wet sound, pushing them back in so slowly.
“Tell me again that you want me”, he demanded, it sounded so desperate, so full of hope and although it was crushing your heart how devoted he looked at you while saying that, you wanted to hear it over and over again.
His fingers stayed inside, he scissored them - feeling you and stroking your most sensitive spot with careful precision.
“I want you, Sungie”, you told him, delighted in the way his pupils dilated, “Raw. Right here, right now”.
Your voice was barely a whisper, driven by your lust and suffocated in groans.
“Fuck”.
Jisung pulled his fingers out immediately and first you whined at the loss of stimulation before the same sound escaped again, when you saw him sticking his digits into his mouth. He pushed them past his lips to suck them clean, eyes closing in bliss.
Hurried hands moved to open his pants and pull them down as much as needed to free his cock, coating it with his precum in a few hasty strokes.
He got close again, quickly lining himself up to your entrance before he pushed in. The first inch had him grunt in desperation, the second made him whine.
“More, Sungie. Give me more”, you gasped.
He trembled heavily, twitching inside of you as if he was about to cum already.
“Stop squeezing me-“, he breathed, pushing in steadily but torturously slowly until he bottomed out.
Both of you moaned, your hands clawed at him to urge him to finally move, but he took his sweet time with it. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath was hot against your skin there.
“I can’t believe- fuck- you feel so so good”, he choked out, grinding into you without properly pulling out between thrusts.
You smoothed out the hair in his neck, stroking him there to soothe his restless shivering on top of you.
It took him a few minutes, he was so caught up in the intense feeling of your walls gripping him, that he had to snap back into reality.
“I bet- I bet Hyunjin-ah doesn’t fuck you this good”, he said, the cocky grin on his lips was so unfamiliar, it was only for you to witness.
But his ego was incredibly pushed like this, with you writhing underneath him although you were someone else’s - although you shouldn’t moan his name out loud.
“I don’t want you to try for a baby”, he got up on his knees again as much as it was possible, his hand splaying out where Hyunjins had touched you just moments ago, “I bet I could get you pregnant like this-“.
He was drunk on you, there wasn’t a single coherent thought in his head in that moment. Dark eyes were empty, but so full of you, just you and nothing else.
“I’m gonna fill you up- please let me, yeah? You can pretend it’s his, but-”, his hand pressed down on the bulge his cock left there and you arched your back off the leather seats.
You were lost for words, couldn’t even answer his delusional statements, because the dopamine mixed in with adrenaline rushing through your body was making you dumb as well.
“Please let me fill you up-“, his voice was so whiny, so desperate for you, “No one has to know it is mine, we can keep it a secret”.
You were so close already, but you didn’t care. Usually, your sessions with Jisung were pretty quick, because they had to be. Just like now, you heard voices coming closer and you felt your blood boil and freeze at the same time.
“Jisung-“, you hissed, but you couldn’t keep quiet.
The thrill of people being outside, the possibility of getting caught seemed to spur him on and he picked up his pace.
“Jisung, wait-“, you tried again, pulling him down to your chest again to stop him from moving.
“Can’t- feels so-“, he slurred, mouth latching on your tit, hand pulling your bra down to have better access.
His lips found your right nipple, sucking it into his mouth and between his teeth.
“Hahh- fuck”, you moaned, tears forming in your eyes.
The fear of someone from the management finding you here was persistent, but Jisung was very eager to help you and find arousal in this kind of anxiety. The voices got quieter again, but none of you seemed to care now either way.
Jisungs tongue rolled against your nipple while fucking you into the seats with a sloppy pace, you were so wet it echoed in the car.
“Gonna fill you up, gonna make sure it takes-“, he gasped, “Fuck-“.
He pushed you over the edge, his words heightening the sensation of the cool in your stomach finally snapping as you clenched down on his length.
“Ji- hahh”, you whimpered, pulling on his hair to push his face closer to yours so you could kiss him.
He moaned into your mouth, opening his lips to let you taste him as you liked. He fucked you through your orgasm, hips snapping sharply into you until he finished deep inside you.
Jisungs breath was as heavy and quick as yours, pushing his cum in deeper.
“Please-“, he whispered, “Please, let me do that again. I- I’ll drive you home later, I need-“.
You grinned, pushing his hair out of his face. Hyunjins plan had worked, he was a mess.
⤷ Client Scenario: A fake date at the bar your ex bartends at turns into a perfectly messy moment and a new connection.
⤷ Case Warnings: public sex, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation
⤷ WC: 2.6k
♡ Stray Hearts File: 004 of 010
♡ Event Masterlist | ⋆｡‧˚ʚ Masterlist ɞ˚‧｡⋆
Your match has already arrived.
You'd run but you're wearing heels. Crickets are singing and you're freaking out while cutting the line at the nightclub your now ex boyfriend bartends at to meet your fake hot date… a normal Tuesday.
The club is packed in a semi-calm way. Not overly rowdy with rainbow lights like other clubs. Your ex used to call it “fancy chaos” but you figured that was a lie since he was so good at those. You're looking around as soon as you get in but try not to make it obvious. The app says he's here. He said he'd wear Gucci and you figured he was a showy asshole—that's why you picked him.
You don't see him by the bar, or the tables, the dance floor is a mess and—
“Looking for me?” You jump, turn fast with a hand over your chest.
“Jeez—” there he is. Tall enough, Gucci jacket and matching pants. Perfect for the club, perfect for you.
“Scared you?” You nod, taking a slower breath. “I meant to.” Oh, he's weird? The secret kind that sneaks up on you… you’ve encountered worse. He holds out his hand and you take it slowly. Very slowly.
“Lee Minho, but you knew that.” He doesn't smile, isn't condescending, just straight to the point. You can work with that. You tell him your name and he hums like he already had your star chart memorized.
You get right to it after that. “My ex is over there, I was thinking—” he cuts you off, smooth, laces his fingers with yours
“Follow my lead.”
“Oh… okay.”
He starts leading you across the dance floor, hand warm and it's now that you get to take him in… this man is thick. Chest and thighs and just wow.
When you get to the bar your ex is flirting with some girl while her boyfriend right beside her, fitting. Minho leans on the bar facing him and turns your back to him, he guides you closer, close enough to look comfortable. Close enough to look taken.
“If this is going to work you have to look madly in love with me.” He doesn't smile, he smirks, big difference. There's something dark to it. Something that's five steps ahead.
He's right though. You snap yourself out of staring and smile at him, a real smile. You lean a touch closer, lay your hand closer to his and laugh at nothing at all.
Lights, camera, action.
Minho smiles now, perfect and wide and says the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard.
"You ever think about how fucked we’d be if horses were carnivores?” you lose it, cause he's right and also wow. That laugh is just what he needed, though it is beautifully distracting. Minho looks down the bar and your ex is looking over like he’s trying to figure something out. Good. Minho goes again.
"Imagine being the first person to see a cow and deciding to drink whatever came out of it.”
You cover your mouth this time, leaning into him. “Ew.”
“Exactly.” He hums, eyes lighting up a bit. Gosh, you do have a pretty laugh, he's sure he'd recognize it too. “Imagine that. Warm white stuff from under a cow… let me drink it.”
“I mean, it's not too different from other things.” You say it before you can access the sense to stop. Minho's eyebrows raise, his head tilts a bit, and that damned smirk is back.
“Oh, we're gonna have some fun.” Then he raises his hand for the bartender. “Buckle up, buttercup.”
Your ex sees him raise his hand and his reluctance tells Minho that he figured out it's you. He sends a co-worker over but Minho keeps looking at your ex. “Mm mm.” He motions towards him, smiling. “We want him, right princess?” Minho's hand finds your waist, sweet and warm and a little dizzying. You play along, nodding sweetly.
“Yeah, he makes my drink perfectly every time. I think it's called—”
“Denial is a river?” Minho suggests smoothly and you have to bite your lip not to laugh.
“That one, yeah.” The man behind the bar couldn't care less. He calls over your ex and tells him that he'll switch with him. Minho sees the moment your old flame tried to make himself burn bright enough to miss.
“What can I get you?” His voice makes something happen in your chest. Not good, not anymore. It's more like anxiety. You don't know how but Minho notices, he squeezes your waist just slightly and you look up at him to find him already looking at you.
“What do you want, baby?” He looks over at your ex. “Give her a second, yeah? She's the cute thoughtful type.” Minho walks you through some drinks options niceeee and slow and affectionate. At one point you find yourself moving in closer. There's something about him that's magnetic, like he's making space for you to slip right into him.
“Give me something strong.” You look your ex in the eyes when you say it, borrowing some of Minho's courage to throw in a smile too. “Shaken and make it pretty.”
You can see that he has something he'd like to say, maybe ask why you're here or when you moved on. It's been months and he's been with half this damn club, now it's your turn even if it's fake. Minho coos something sweet when you finally order, hand wandering a bit lower on your hip for show… you think.
“I'll make mine simple.” the smile that he gives your ex belongs to an anime villain. “I'll have a gin martini. Hendrick's if you have it. Stirred for exactly thirty seconds, not shaken. Extra cold. Lemon twist, no olives. In a chilled Nick and Nora glass if possible. If not, a coupe is fine. And could I get a sidecar of sparkling water with a lemon wedge? No seeds with the lemon, please.”
Your throat burns from trying not to laugh. Your ex looks at him and just stares for a second before asking “are you serious?” Minho's smile drops clean off his face, he stares, then asks, “do I look like I'm kidding?”
You're left alone in an instant. He starts making your drinks while you laugh into Minho's chest.
“What the hell is that order?”
“My usual.” He teases. His hand smooths up your back now and you stand straighter at the feeling “Hm?”
He looks at you like he's actually trying to memorize something. His fingers tickle down your spine and you squirm a bit. “Sensitive?”
You hum a pathetic sound then try to hide it. Minho presses his fingertips a bit firmer, “Cute.” then his hand is gone. You almost protest the absence, almost grab his wrist, but then your drinks arrive.
Your's first, then his. Neither of you look at your ex anymore. You still feel the ghost of his fingers tickling your spine and Minho's suddenly very interested to see where else makes a pretty girl squirm.
“Ya’ll got a bathroom?” Minho asks, still looking at you for a lingering second before tilting his head expectantly at your ex.
“Yeah.” He doesn't say anything else and Minho scoffs.
“Finish the job, you look like you're quick. C'mon.” You laugh this time. Hard. So hard that you snort. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth and the corner of Minho's mouth turns up just a touch. He likes that more than he expected.
Your ex hates this, his face says it all. “They're to the right down the hall.”
“Single stalls? One room?”
“Stalls.” he answers, fed up.
“Am I bothering you?” Minho asks, voice a little meaner now. “Cause I can take my pretty girl to the bathroom and leave you to your lonesome.”
He glares between you and Minho, then again. “No sex allowed in the bathrooms.”
Minho hums, standing straighter with his hand nearly on your ass. “Who said anything about sex?” You're just impressed by how well he's showing off. This is money well spent. Minho fixes his jacket, flashing the Gucci stripes a bit and enjoying your exes glare. “But don't worry, she'll be quick.” You look up at Minho at that one. You'll be quick? Not him? You don't miss that distinction.
Minho slaps some bills onto the counter and waves your boyfriend off. Once he’s gone he turns back to you, he doesn’t get to say a thing before you bring it up. “I'll be quick?” You turn into him, standing impossibly close now. Minho looks at you, eyes on yours.
“If you're as sensitive there as you are on your spine, yeah, you will be.” You're sure your neck is starting to flush, ears too. It's hot, maybe it's your drink that you haven't even tried yet. You just need an excuse.
“What's your plan here?” You bite your lip and Minho's eyes drop to it. He takes a second, just a quick quiet second before cupping your chin and tilting it up a bit. Just a bit.
“The plan's to make you come.” Yeah. You're definitely flushed. “If that's what you want. I think I can make it worth your money.”
You finally lay a hand on his chest, messing with the buttons on his jacket. “You think you can?”
Minho raises an eyebrow, hums an amused laugh then looks out to the dance floor for a second, just a second. “Don't challenge me, I'll get carried away.
Your hand slips inside his jacket, so close to the warm skin beneath his shirt. Teasingly close. “Maybe I want you to.”
That does it. “We're going. Now.” He doesn't have to tell you twice. You let him take your hand again and lead you towards the hall opposite the bathrooms. You look back, confused.
“Where are we going?” He doesn't slow, just calls back an answer.
“I'm not fucking you in a bathroom.” Aw, he's considerate.
Minho leads you towards an empty VIP booth with a half cleared table. There's barely a curtain and it's busy enough that none of the drunk partygoers around you would be able to tell that you're ruining your panties. Minho slides in first, guiding you behind him and shifts you onto his lap. There's more than enough room and you're more than comfortable taking up space like this.
“Be honest.” Minho looks up at you with eyes that shine unfairly bright. “Does this cost extra?” He scoffs, hands smoothing up your waist. He watches his fingers brush over the curves of your dress.
“I'm not guacamole.” You laugh again, hard just like before. Minho smiles, actually smiles. “That damn laugh.” Then he's kissing you. His mouth seals over yours in a hot wet kiss that makes you moan into him. His hands slot on your waist and yours on his chest. Your hips move in small rocking motions with every kiss. You can't help it.
Minho breaks the kiss first, laying his forehead against yours while guiding your rocking into full on riding. “Pretty girl.” He situated you so that you're straddling one thigh, hips rocking over the rough denim. Your panties are growing stickier by the second. The pressure feels like sex itself. “Pretty laugh makes me wanna hear her moan.”
“Wanna hear you too.” Minho smiles, kisses you harder just cause that was so damn cute of you.
“We're gonna take care of you tonight, kitten.” Then his hands start guiding firmer. Your sopping core is dragged forward, back, forward. Your panties roll to the side themselves and Minho presses up for perfect pressure.
You swallow a sound and he squeezes your hip. “Nuh uh.” he starts bouncing his leg a bit, making himself vibrate against you. “Let me hear it, right in my ear, c'mere.”
You lean close enough for your lips to brush the shell of his ear, close enough to smell his shampoo and cologne—and you moan. Sweet and a little deep and Minho swears it's perfect.
“Oh, baby.” He guides you faster, your grinding turns into dry humping and moans turn into whines. There's a wet spot on Minho's jeans from his cock leaking through layers of fabric, then another from your flooding cunt.
“Minho—” that gets a groan from him. His hands cupping your ass now, kneading and squeezing while you whisper and babble against his neck. “I'm gonna cum.”
He keeps pace, doesn't change it, something your ex could never seem to do. That alone makes you wet his jeans. It's a gush, not squirting but just as messy. Minho fucking loves it.
“She's so messy.” You pull back and look at him with dazed eyes and wet lips. “Let's see”
His hand finds wet flesh under your dress, swiping his fingers over your clit, then small circles. Your spine bows, hips bare down, still sensitive from your high. You whimper, he hums.
“Pretty kitty is sensitive, huh?” The tips of his fingers press inside then back. “Can you take two?” You nod before sense can catch up.
Minho likes that. “Good girl.” Then he's pressing in. His fingers sink deep into gooey flesh and your mouth parts with no sound. It's sensitive. It's tight and burns so good.
“Minho, m’ gonna make a mess.” He looks at you like he's waiting to be told when he asked. His fingers move once, pull back and sink.
“Give me something to clean up.” It's over after that. He moves like he wants to see you split in two.
You're straddling both his thighs now, spread open by him. The squelch your cunt cries out is obscene, so much so, that someone at a neighboring booth looks up to the ceiling like they heard it. You can't help but chuckle, and Minho stops completely.
“Do that again.” You tilt your head, mutter a small “huh?” But he's already tickling your spine. You yelp and chuckle, nails digging into his shoulder.
Minho's teeth sink into his bottom lip and his fingers curl inside of you, deeper, perfect. “So tight when she laughs.” You're holding on by a thread. Your foreheads on his again, he's talking you through it with sweet names and praise.
“That’s it, keep it up, baby.”
“Gonna make me cum, looking so pretty...”
“Gimme another one, kitty, c'mon.”
Your orgasm is creeping up on you, each and every methodical curl of his fingers is bringing you closer and closer, you're close, so close.
“Min—” you hide your face in his neck and let out a wet and long moan. Drooling a bit into the collar of his jacket. Minho's fingers keep going, helping you ride it out, but his rhythm falters. His breath catches and he groans something broken deep in his chest. “Did you just…”
His breathing picks up just a touch uneven. You pull back, look down, and both wet spots are spreading. He came in his jeans. Finished untouched. Unreal. Impressive.
Minho looks up at you, eyelids fluttering like he's still a bit dazed when he says— “kiss me.”
You do. You meet him in the middle and kiss him softly. Soft enough to hear his slight hum when your warmth settles. “Perfect.” He murmurs then kisses you again.
“He's” kiss “an” kiss “idiot”
That makes you chuckle against him, soft and sweet. Minho pulls back then, looking at you for a moment. You’ve cracked him a bit. He blames that laugh. He loves it a little too much for this to be fake.
“So.” You murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose over his. “Venmo or Zelle?”
Minho hums, face serious, humorless. “Your number.” You lift your brows at him, smile a bit and he gives you that damn smirk. “I'll take that instead."
a/n: I have been soooooo in my head about this series. I hope that you enjoyed!
in which your friend felix introduces you to his friend group. you immediately know you're not going to get along with their leader. he's arrogant, controlling and becoming your number one enemy. but neither of you can deny the deep-rooted desire for each other.
mdni!
warnings: heavy sexual themes, enemies, fem reader, jerking off, mentions of porn, name calling (bitch/whore/slut), a little sprinkle of degradation, deep throating (choking on his cock), use of toys (vibrator), oral, fingering, marks (hickeys/bites), bondage, safe words, spanking, unprotected sex, breeding (let me know if i forgot anything), mentions of food
wc: 9.6k
based on this drabble
felix should have warned you before introducing you to his group. instead, he had only grinned the entire drive over, one hand lazily drumming against the steering wheel while saying things like “just don’t let chan scare you off.” as if that could have prepared you for what would happen.
but you understood the second you walked in. the room shifted around him. conversations paused when he spoke. people looked at him before making decisions. even sitting back against the couch with one arm slung over the backrest, chan carried himself like he owned the place and everyone inside it.
and apparently, everyone let him.
your first impression of him settled quickly: arrogant. controlling. the kind of man who expected obedience simply because he existed.
his first impression of you formed just as fast. too observant.
he noticed the way your eyes tracked everything, the way you watched interactions instead of trying to force yourself into them. most people met him and got nervous. eager to please. careful with their words.
you didn’t. worse, you looked at him like something didn't sit right.
felix introduced you with an easy grin, entirely unaware of the tension that sparked the moment chan’s gaze landed on you.
chan leaned back slightly, eyes dragging over you once before he gave a curt nod. “heard a lot about you.” you smiled politely but your tone sounded anything but. “ditto.”
a few people in the room choked on their drinks. felix looked between the two of you like he’d just realised he accidentally lit a match near gasoline.
chan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. and that was the beginning of it.
after that, it became a pattern, predictable in the most irritating way possible. every time you showed up, chan noticed immediately.
it didn’t matter if he was mid-conversation, or across the room pretending not to pay attention, the second you walked in, his focus shifted. like some invisible thread pulled tight between you.
you noticed it too. the way his eyes found you first. always. and somehow, every single interaction between the two of you turned into a fight.
“we’re ordering from rossi’s,” chan announced one night from the kitchen, barely glancing up from his phone. “rossi’s is awful,” you said immediately.
a silence fell over the room. han muttered, “oh, here we go.” chan looked up slowly. “awful?”
“their pasta tastes microwaved.”
“it’s italian. one of the only italian places around here."
“that doesn’t automatically make it good.”
he stared at you for a second too long before scoffing softly. “you always this difficult?”
you leaned against the counter. “you always this bossy?”
his mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile.
that should’ve warned you. because after that, he started seeking you out. deliberately.
if you sat somewhere, suddenly chan needed that exact spot. if you disagreed with something, he’d argue just to keep you talking longer. if someone else interrupted your banter, he looked annoyed by it.
and the worst part? you kept engaging. every single time.
“move,” he told you one evening when you stole his usual seat on the couch. you looked up from your drink. “there are six other places to sit.”
“that’s my spot.”
you scoffed, “sounds made up.” the room went quiet again. felix was already grinning into his drink.
chan stepped closer, towering over the couch while you refused to move even an inch. “you enjoy testing me.”
“you enjoy acting like a fucking dictator.”
“someone has to keep order around here.”
you snorted. “order? how dramatic."
his eyes narrowed. yours sparkled with amusement.
and there it was again, that awful little pull between irritation and entertainment that neither of you seemed capable of escaping.
because no matter how much chan acted annoyed by you, he kept looking for reasons to provoke you. he’d throw comments your way from across the room just to watch you snap back.
he learned exactly what got reactions out of you. the fastest way to make you glare. the quickest way to make you roll your eyes. the comments that made your lips twitch because you were trying not to laugh.
and god, he loved when you laughed. especially if it was usually at his expense.
“you know,” you said one night after he interrupted somebody for the fifth time, “normal people let others finish speaking.”
“normal people have useful things to say.”
you groaned in annoyance, “see? this is exactly why i can’t stand you.”
“funny." he drawled, eyes fixed on you over the rim of his drink, “why do you keep talking to me then?"
your stomach flipped annoyingly hard at that. because he was right. you looked away before anyone noticed the heat crawling into your face.
but later that night, while everyone else talked around him, you caught chan watching you from the other side of the room, completely focused, making it feel far more dangerous than the arguing ever had.
chan realised something was wrong the first time you followed him without actually being there.
he was at the studio, headphones hanging around his neck while he stared blankly at the unfinished track glowing on the monitor in front of him. one hand tapped impatiently against the desk. the bass loop repeated. and repeated. and repeated.
all because his brain kept replaying something stupid you’d said three nights ago. “you always act like you’re in charge even when nobody asked you to be.”
he could still hear the smugness in your voice. could still picture the look on your face when you’d said it.
“for fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath, dragging both hands over his face. it was ridiculous. you were ridiculous. annoying. argumentative. impossible.
so why the hell was he thinking about you while trying to work? even worse, why did the thought of you make his chest tighten strangely?
he shoved the feeling away immediately. hatred. obviously. that had to be what this was.
except hatred usually didn’t make his pulse jump every time his phone lit up with a message in the group chat, secretly hoping it was you.
hatred shouldn't make his cock hard. and it definitely shouldn't make his thoughts slip to you when he was jerking off.
hatred shouldn’t have made him notice your absence the second he walked into felix’s apartment friday night.
he asked about you before he could stop himself. felix looked up so fast it was almost suspicious. “damn,” he said slowly. “you didn’t even say hi first.”
chan frowned immediately. “i was just asking.” felix smirked at that, “sure you were.”
he ignored the grin spreading across felix’s face and scanned the room again anyway. you weren’t there. and suddenly, the night felt off. quieter, less entertaining. he hated that most of all.
and once he noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing it. every room he entered, his eyes searched for you automatically. every conversation felt slightly duller when you weren’t interrupting him halfway through it. every joke landed flatter when it wasn’t making you roll your eyes.
it got worse after that. at the gym, he caught himself thinking about the way you looked at him whenever you argued, so... unimpressed. like you enjoyed challenging him just as much as he enjoyed provoking you.
this was the first time he felt the pressing need to jerk off. to the thought of you.
he rushed home from the gym, cock already half-hard in his pants. had been for the past hour. even an ice-cold shower did nothing.
he dropped his gym back to the floor, making his way to his room immediately, dropping onto his bed. he ran his hands over his face, grabbing his hair.
"fuck you." he said into the empty room before grabbing his hard on through his shorts, squeezing it.
he didn't want to do it, jerking off to you. his pride, his ego, screamed at him to stop. to not do this with you on his mind. he grabbed his phone, unlocking it with one hand while his other slipped into his pants.
porn should do it. watching any other chick, hearing her moans instead of your fucking laugh in his mind. porn used to be his remedy when his mind wouldn't shut up about you. but right now it did nothing. he only saw you. only heard you.
he groaned in frustration, closing the tab on his phone, forcing his hand to stop working his cock. it twitched desperately in his fist, demanding more.
he wanted to text you. to tell you to stop invading his thoughts. tell you how much he hated you. for being so fucking mouthy. for making it impossible for him to jerk off properly. to demand you to do something about it. but he knew you'd only mock him for it.
his thumb moved on its own as it opened his photo gallery. he didn't notice what he was searching for until he found pictures of the last time you hung out with the group.
he loved the shirt you were wearing back then. loved how it made your tits look. fuck. suddenly he was thinking about your tits, wondering what they'd feel like in his hands. he imagined you arching your back, leaning into the touch as he grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched your nipples until you were whimpering.
his hand started moving on his cock again without him realising. his mind was too far gone. he thought about swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, wondering what your moans would sound like.
but he didn't only want to suck your nipples. he wanted to suck the soft flesh surrounding them. sucking, biting until it left a mark. right on your precious tit. he'd cover you in them, leaving marks all over you. fuck, you'd look so beautiful when he was done with you.
he noticed his fist jerking his cock only when he groaned involuntarily, his eyes fixated on the screen, on the picture of you. he wanted you. needed you. so bad it made his balls tighten.
he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck no, he couldn't cum to the thought of you. no matter how many times he thought of you while jerking off, he always managed to distract himself enough, think of anything but you when he found his release.
but right now he couldn't stop. couldn't stop imagining leaving his marks on you. he wanted to spank you until your butt cheeks were all red and covered in his handprints. finally making you realise who was in fucking charge.
the thought of you surrendering to him, to having his way with you, finally made him come undone. he gave his cock a few more strokes, tearing his gaze away from his phone, head thrown back against the pillow. and he blew his fucking load to the thought of you, whispering your name into the dark room.
after that, chan started gravitating towards you unconsciously. if you were in the kitchen, suddenly he needed a drink. if you were outside, he somehow ended up outside too. if you sat on the couch, he’d lean against the wall closest to you without even realising it. and then there was the hugging thing.
god, he hated the hugging thing. you hugged everyone. felix. the other members. friends arriving. friends leaving. everyone except him.
the first time he noticed it, irritation flared so fast it startled him. the second time, it became impossible not to watch.
you’d grin at somebody, arms wrapping around them casually while chan stood nearby pretending not to care. pretending not to notice. pretending he didn’t immediately wonder what it would feel like if you touched him like that. if your tits pressed against him. your scent surrounding him.
it got even worse when someone else made you laugh. especially men.
one night, seungmin had you nearly doubled over at the kitchen counter, laughing so hard you grabbed his arm for balance.
chan felt something ugly twist in his chest. before he even realised what he was doing, he crossed the room. “what’s so funny?” he asked flatly.
your laughter faded slightly as you looked up at him.“nothing you’d enjoy.”
“try me.”
"you don’t have a sense of humor.”
seungmin laughed awkwardly before quickly excusing himself the second chan looked at him.
coward.
you narrowed your eyes immediately. “did you just scare him off?”
“if he got scared that easily, that’s his problem.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“then stop talking to me.” he said quietly, stepping closer.
the words settled heavily between you. your expression flickered for half a second. and christ, that was another problem entirely.
because lately, every time you looked at him, he forgot for a moment that this was supposed to be hatred at all.
a few days later, a heavy summer storm hit the city. and it had gotten bad fast.
rain hammered against the streets hard enough to blur the city lights, thunder rumbling low and heavy overhead while you hurried towards the studio building with your jacket pulled uselessly over your head. you and felix had made plans to go out for dinner after the studio tonight.
by the time security let you upstairs after recognising you as “one of felix’s people,” you were completely soaked. your shoes squeaked against the floor as you pushed open the studio door with an exhausted sigh already forming, only for it to die immediately when you saw who was inside.
chan sat alone in the swivel chair in front of the mixing desk, one arm resting against the armrest while music played quietly through the speakers.
of course. you sighed dramatically. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he glanced over his shoulder lazily. “nice to see you too.”
“where’s felix?”
“not here, obviously.”
you rolled your eyes, already pulling your phone out.“helpful as always.”
“i try.” but when chan turned fully in the chair, whatever sarcastic response he’d been about to make stopped short.
his eyes dragged over you slowly. rainwater clung to your clothes, your shirt damp enough to stick to your skin, droplets still sliding down your neck and disappearing beneath the fabric. his dick twitched. for once, chan looked genuinely speechless.
your stomach flipped annoyingly at the expression on his face. “take a picture,” you muttered.
his jaw tightened immediately, like he’d just been caught doing something illegal. before he could answer, your phone buzzed.
felix: « storm’s too bad. roads are fucked. can’t make it tonight sorry 😭»
you stared at the message in disbelief. “you’re joking.”
“what?”
“felix bailed.”
chan snorted softly. “smartest thing he’s done all week.”
and then the power cut out. the room dropped into darkness instantly. you jumped hard enough to knock your knee against the couch beside you. “shit—”
a laugh echoed through the dark. “you scared of a little darkness?”
“absolutely not.”
“you literally jumped just now.”
a flashlight flicked on a second later, illuminating the room dimly from below as chan leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too entertained by your suffering. the lighting made him look unfairly attractive. which only irritated you further.
“what, no candles around?” you asked dryly. “could make this whole thing a little cosier.”
his brows lifted. “this is a fucking studio.”
“and?”
“not exactly a place that calls for romance.”
you snorted. “pity. you probably bang a lot of chicks here considering you’re basically married to the studio. could’ve at least provided them with ambiance.”
chan barked out a laugh at that. an actual laugh. "trust me,” he said, eyes glinting in the flashlight glow, “i don’t need romance for that.”
“oh, i’m sure your personality alone does all the heavy lifting.”
“you saying i’m charming?”
“i’m saying you’re bossy. probably sucking up to people if you want something.”
he shook his head slowly, still staring at you in that intense way that always made your heartbeat feel uneven.
outside, thunder cracked loudly enough to rattle the windows. you crossed your arms instinctively, suppressing a shiver.
unfortunately, chan noticed immediately. his eyes narrowed slightly as another tremor ran through you. “you’re freezing.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’re shaking.”
“wow,” you deadpanned, “your observational skills are incredible.”
he rolled his eyes before reaching behind him blindly, grabbing a black sweater from the couch and tossing it towards you.
it hit your chest. you looked down at it suspiciously. then back at him. “…you own sweaters? wow. didn't expect that with you always running around in your stupid tank tops." you loved the stupid tank tops.
“hilarious.”
you held the sweater between two fingers. “this thing probably reeks of ego.”
“put the fucking hoodie on.”
you snorted softly, still not moving. “i think i’d rather suffer.”
“christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “stop being so fucking stubborn.”
“make me.” the words slipped out too naturally. too easily. and the second they did, the room changed.
chan went still. the flashlight from his phone cast shadows across his face as his eyes locked onto yours with dangerous intensity.
your pulse skipped. his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. slowly. oh, he knew exactly how to make you less stubborn.
“careful,” he said quietly. your breath caught despite yourself.
but instead of backing down, you tilted your head slightly. “or what?”
his eyes darkened slightly at that. the storm outside seemed louder suddenly, rain hammering against the windows while the studio sat in near darkness around you.
chan leaned back slowly in the chair, one hand still holding his phone loosely against his thigh. “you really don’t know when to stop talking.”
you clutched the sweater against your chest. “you say that like you aren’t the one constantly starting arguments with me.”
“because you make it easy.”
“or maybe you’re obsessed with hearing yourself speak.”
he laughed quietly under his breath. “see?” he murmured. “there it is.”
“what?”
“that mouth.”
heat crept annoyingly up your neck. you tried to ignore it. “you mean the one that hurts your feelings every other day?” you said sweetly.
“please.” his gaze dragged over you again, slow enough to make your stomach tighten. “if anything, i think you enjoy getting my attention.”
you scoffed immediately. “you’re unbelievable.”
“you came here soaked out of your mind during a storm.”
“to see felix.”
“sure.”
“god, your ego is exhausting.”
“and yet you ended up alone with me.”
the words landed heavier than they should have. you hated that your heartbeat reacted instantly. and chan noticed, your flushed face making him way more aroused than it should.
his eyes narrowed slightly, like he was studying every tiny shift in your expression.
“you know what your problem is?” you said, mostly to regain control of the conversation.
“enlighten me.”
“you think everybody wants you.”
one corner of his mouth pulled upward. “you saying you don’t?”
your breath caught for half a second. just enough. his expression changed immediately the moment he noticed. to satisfaction? or interest? something far more dangerous underneath both.
“wow,” he said softly. “that almost sounded convincing.” you glared at him. “you’re insufferable.”
“and you’re nervous.”
“i’m cold.”
“right.” his voice dipped lower on the word. you hated the way it affected you. hated the way the flashlight glow caught against his jaw, the way his eyes stayed fixed on you like he was trying to peel apart every reaction you had.
outside, thunder cracked again. you instinctively stepped closer to him. not close enough to touch. but close enough for him to notice.
a mistake. because chan's gaze dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face.
“put the fucking sweater on,” he said quietly this time. “why? worried about me?”
his eyes held yours. “more than i should be.”
the room went painfully still after that. your pulse stumbled hard enough to make you angry.
you ended up leaving the studio an hour later once the rain calmed enough to be manageable again. not before chan practically shoved the sweater at you a second time after catching you trying to hand it back. “put it the fuck on,” he said flatly.
“wow. so caring.”
“don’t flatter yourself.”
you rolled your eyes, but you still wore it out into the storm. and annoyingly enough, by the time you got home, you realised it smelled exactly like him.
cedar wood and clean laundry. you hated that.
hated it even more when you caught yourself pulling the sleeves over your hands and burying your face into the fabric for half a second while kicking your shoes off near the door.
“oh, this is bad,” you muttered to yourself immediately. because now your apartment smelled faintly like chan too.
meanwhile, back at the studio, chan sat alone in the chair staring at his phone like it had personally offended him. the power had returned twenty minutes ago. music played softly through the speakers again. but he hadn’t gotten any work done since you left.
his mind kept replaying the way you looked wearing his sweater. sleeves hanging past your hands.
your hair still slightly damp from the rain.
fuck.
he scrubbed a hand over his face aggressively. this was getting ridiculous. you were annoying. stubborn. mouthy. constantly arguing with him.
he did not fucking care whether you got home safe. so why was he still staring at your contact like a man possessed? his thumb hovered over the keyboard. stopped. started again. stopped.
don’t text her. seriously. don’t. you’d never let him live it down.
he tossed the phone onto the desk. picked it back up thirty seconds later. “for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
before he could overthink it again, his fingers moved.
chan: « got home okay? »
he stared at the message the second it sent, immediate regret settling in. what the hell was wrong with him? his phone buzzed less than a minute later. and despite himself, his heart kicked hard against his ribs.
« no actually. died halfway there. »
his mouth twitched instantly. god. there it was again. that stupid rush every time you answered him.
« tragic. hope my hoodie survived though. »
you snorted softly to yourself while curling further into your couch.
« barely. still reeks of your fucking ego. »
he leaned back in the chair, smiling before he could stop himself, like an idiot.
« you still wearing it? »
your eyes narrowed at the message.
« why? you miss it? »
three dots appeared almost immediately. disappeared. appeared again. you stared at your screen way too intently.
« maybe i just don’t trust you with my clothes. »
heat crept into your face annoyingly fast.
« relax. i’m not trying to steal your precious hoodie. »
« already did. »
your stomach flipped. you hated how much you liked this version of him. because somehow, over text, the banter felt even more entertaining. like all his attention narrowed directly onto you. you bit your lip before typing back.
« you this annoying with everyone or am i special? »
this time, his reply took longer. far longer. chan stared at the message for a while, jaw tightening slightly because the answer came too easily.
you’re the only person who talks back.
you’re the only one i think about this much.
you’re the only one who gets under my skin.
instead, he typed:
« don’t let it get to your head. »
a couple days later, you found yourself back at the studio again. mostly because felix had begged you to bring him lunch after claiming he was “seconds away from starving to death.” dramatic.
you sat cross-legged on the couch while felix inhaled noodles beside you, rambling about some artist they'd been working with while music played quietly through the speakers.
you were halfway through making fun of him for nearly setting the break room microwave on fire earlier when the studio door opened.
and immediately, your attention shifted. chan walked in wearing all black, headphones hanging around his neck, one hand pushing through his hair tiredly before his eyes landed on you.
his expression barely changed. but his heartbeat did. fast enough to irritate him instantly. because there you were again, sitting comfortably in his space like you belonged there now. laughing, talking, wearing that exact expression that always made him want to argue with you just to keep your attention on him longer.
“look who decided to show up,” you said casually.
“look who keeps invading my studio.”
felix looked between the two of you with immediate interest.
chan dropped into the chair across from you before his eyes narrowed slightly. “did you bring my hoodie?” you blinked innocently. “no.” his brows lifted. “no?”
“that’s what i said.”
“you keeping it now?”
you snorted softly. “maybe i like it.”
his gaze flickered over you slowly. "should i be worried?”
“depends,” you said lightly. “you emotionally attached to it?”
“not usually.”
felix looked absolutely delighted. “jesus christ,” he whispered to himself.
you ignored him. mostly because chan was still staring at you with that infuriatingly focused expression that made you feel overly aware of yourself.
“i can go get it right now if you’re gonna be dramatic about it,” you said.
the smart response would’ve been no. he knew that. he should’ve said: don’t bother. it’s just a hoodie. bring it whenever.
instead, his mouth betrayed him. “go ahead.”
you stared at him for a second before laughing in disbelief. “you are such a fucking pain in the ass.”
“you took my hoodie.”
“you told me to wear it!"
“didn’t say permanently.”
you narrowed your eyes at him while felix openly watched the exchange like live entertainment. “see?” you muttered. “this is exactly what i mean. you always need things your way.”
“and you always pretend you don’t like giving me a hard time.”
“i could think of a million things i'd rather do.”
“sure.” god, that smug look on his face made you want to throw something at him.
instead, you leaned back against the couch dramatically. “well, too bad. i’m not going home right now just because you snapped your fingers.”
his jaw twitched slightly. “fine,” he said after a second. “i’ll pick it up tonight after the studio.”
your heart stumbled instantly, hard enough to genuinely piss you off. because suddenly all you could think about was chan standing inside your apartment. wearing that look, talking to you in that low voice, being alone with you again.
you forced yourself to stay casual. “fine.” but the word came out thinner than you intended.
his eyes stayed on you for one extra second too long before the corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly, satisfied. like he’d already figured out exactly what that idea did to you too.
a little after eight, your phone buzzed. you stared at the notification longer than necessary.
« address. »
your thumbs hovered over the keyboard while your heartbeat steadily picked up speed. this was a bad idea. letting chan into your apartment, alone, at night, after whatever the hell had been happening between you lately, felt objectively stupid.
his hoodie sat freshly washed and perfectly folded on your desk like evidence of a problem you refused to acknowledge. you should’ve just brought it to the studio earlier.
after another minute of overthinking, you sent him your address anyway. the three dots appeared almost immediately.
« be there in thirty. »
your stomach flipped. “this is so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself. and yet you still fixed your hair before he arrived. fucking pathetic.
exactly thirty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. of course he was punctual. you had no idea why the smallest thing about him annoyed you this much.
you grabbed the hoodie quickly before opening the door just enough to shove it towards him immediately. “here. now leave.”
chan looked down at the folded sweater in your hands before slowly lifting his eyes back to your face. “cute welcome.”
“you came for the hoodie. here it is."
instead of taking it right away, he leaned one arm against the doorframe casually. his gaze stayed fixed on you while he finally took the sweater from your hands. and then he noticed it. the scent. your detergent.
his fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. fuck. he hated how much he liked it. hated the immediate thought that crossed his mind.
you narrowed your eyes. “why are you looking at it like that?”
“nothing.”
“you’re literally glaring at your own hoodie.”
“i’m thinking.”
“dangerous hobby for someone like you.”
his mouth twitched. there it was again. that tiny almost-smile that only ever seemed to appear around you. “you washed it.”
“obviously.”
“didn’t think you had it in you.”
you scoffed immediately. “god, you’re annoying.”
“you say that every time you see me.”
“because it remains true every time i see you.”
he laughed quietly under his breath before his eyes drifted past you briefly into your apartment. “you gonna make me stand out here all night?”
“that was actually the plan.”
“rude.”
“you'll survive.” but despite the sarcasm, you stepped aside anyway.
the second chan walked past you, the atmosphere shifted. you shut the door quickly behind him before you could overthink the fact that you were now alone with him again.
his eyes landed on you again almost immediately. “you nervous?” he asked suddenly. you blinked. “what?”
“you keep fidgeting.” you immediately stopped moving out of spite. “you’re imagining things.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
he hummed softly, unconvinced. “interesting.”
“what is?”
“you only get defensive when i’m right.”
“and you only talk this much when you want attention.” his brows lifted slightly. "you think i want your attention?”
you laughed once in disbelief. “please. you practically orbit around me at this point.”
that hit harder than intended. you could tell immediately by the way his expression shifted.
chan stepped closer slowly, enough to make your pulse spike.
“careful,” he said quietly. “you’re sounding very confident for someone whose heart is racing right now.”
your breath caught. “you’re insufferable.”
“you already said that.”
“because you keep proving it.”
“then tell me why,” he murmured, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth, “you still let me in?"
the tension snapped tighter instantly.
“don’t flatter yourself,” you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended. “you came here for a hoodie.”
“right.” the way he said it made heat spread low in your stomach. because suddenly it very much did not feel like this was about the hoodie anymore.
the room felt unbearably small now. every sarcastic comment, every lingering glance, every argument between you two over the past weeks suddenly sat heavy in the air between you.
chan stayed close. close enough that you could see the tension in his jaw every time you opened your mouth again. which, naturally, only made you want to push him further.
“you know,” you said lightly, even though your pulse was completely betraying you now, “for someone who supposedly can’t stand me, you spend an awful lot of time in my personal space.”
his eyes narrowed. “you think this is me trying to be close to you?”
“i think you’re obsessed with annoying me.”
a humourless laugh left him. “trust me,” he murmured, “if i wanted to annoy you, you’d know.”
your stomach tightened hard at the tone of his voice. but you still crossed your arms stubbornly. “wow. terrifying.”
chan couldn't help but stare at your arms crossed over your tits. those goddamn tits. “you should be scared.”
“of what?”
his gaze locked onto yours completely. “of how much i’m trying not to lose my patience with you right now.”
the words hit like a physical thing, your breath catching slightly. his expression darkened. “there it is,” he said quietly. you swallowed once. “there’s what?”
“that look.”
“what look?”
“the one you get when you stop pretending you hate this.”
heat flooded your face instantly. “you’re delusional.”
“am i?” he stepped even closer. your back nearly brushed the edge of the counter behind you now. every instinct screamed at you to move. you didn’t. because despite the tension winding painfully tight in your chest, despite how impossible he was, you wanted him close.
“you talk too much,” chan muttered suddenly, eyes fixed on your mouth now instead of your eyes.
you scoffed softly, though it came out shakier than intended. “yet you’re always listening.”
“that’s the problem.” your heartbeat stumbled at his low voice. “do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how fucking badly i want to shut that smart mouth of yours?”
silence crashed between you. your breath came shallow now. because suddenly all the tension between you two finally had a name. and judging by the way chan looked at you, he’d stopped trying to deny it entirely.
you should’ve stepped away. should’ve said something sarcastic. something sharp. something safe.
instead, your eyes flicked briefly to his lips before you whispered, far too softly: “what’s keeping you then?”
that was it. whatever restraint chan had left snapped instantly. his hand caught your jaw almost desperately before he crashed his mouth against yours. like he’d been holding himself back for weeks and finally lost the fight.
the kiss was all heat and frustration and ruined patience. you kissed him back immediately, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as his other hand braced against the counter beside you.
and god, chan kissed exactly how he argued: intense and demanding. like he tried to be in control even in the heat of the moment.
a quiet sound caught in his throat when you pulled him closer, like he couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening either.
his forehead pressed briefly against yours when he pulled back just enough to breathe, both of you visibly affected now. and then the idiot actually muttered: “still think i’m annoying?”
you let out a breathless laugh despite yourself. “the most annoying."
his mouth curved against yours again. “yeah,” he murmured, already kissing you again, “but you kiss me anyway?"
you snorted against his lips. "just trying to see whether your ego is justified."
a dark chuckle escaped chan's throat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him, his erection pressing against your lower belly.
"think you can impress me with a hard cock?" chan's hands twitched at that. he wanted to smack that smug expression of your face so badly. wanted to make you shut that goddamn mouth of yours.
instead, he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "watch it." he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto his last bit of self control.
"or what?" you replied confidently, looking up at him, smiling way too sweetly. chan's breaths came out heavier, his hips grinding against you instinctively.
"or i will show you exactly what this cock is capable of doing to you. and spoiler alert, you're not gonna like it."
you snorted at that. actually snorted, right in his face. "yeah? think you're gonna break me, channie?" the soft nickname on your lips were his complete undoing. his cock twitched, you felt it through the fabric. he placed his hands on the counter on either side of you, pulling back but caging you in. he could no longer be this close to you, he had to get his cock away from you. because he was about to snap.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me." he spoke, voice rough. a smug expression crossed your face, you leaned forward, breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "what if i know exactly what i'm doing to you?"
his hand shot up, grabbing your hair so hard it hurt, tilting your head back. you couldn't help yourself but moan out, legs clenching together. chan smirked, grip tightening in your hair, "you fucking like that? being manhandled? where's your fucking smugness now?"
you stared at him, hating how your body betrayed you. "fuck you, chan." you muttered. but that only encouraged him. he knew he had you.
"that the only comeback you can think of?" he mocked, his other hand now grabbing your jaw, holding your head in place. he pressed his body against you again. "c'mon, put that smart mouth to work. i dare you."
but you remained silent, breaths coming out in puffs as you tried to calm your racing heart. "where did your attitude go, hm?" he asked, pushing his leg between yours. he pressed his thigh against your core, making your breath hitch, looking at you with mocking eyes.
"you asked me if i think i can break you? yes, i can. tell me to stop and i will leave right through that door. but if you say yes to this, i will make sure you forget your own fucking name."
he waited. patiently. for any answer. for a simple yes or no. you blinked up at him, mind racing, until you finally nodded your head confidently. "is that a yes?" he asked, tone still mocking. "use your fucking words." his tone was commanding as ever. but he needed to hear it, needed your verbal consent.
"yes—" you choked out. and after that, all hell broke loose.
a low sound escaped chan's throat, his grip on your hair tightening, yanking your away from the counter and towards the couch. it hurt, the way he was handling you. he pushed you towards the sofa, finally letting go of your hair. "undress." he said, standing tall in front of you, arms crossed as he watched you. "i'm not gonna ask again."
your fingers trembled slightly as you started undressing yourself, eyes never leaving his. "for fuck's sake." chan muttered, clearly impatient. he smacked your hands away, basically ripping your clothes away. his hands roamed over your body, feeling your warm skin against his fingertips. you felt better than he could have ever imagined. he groaned, his mouth suddenly back on yours. the kiss was laced with desperation as his hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them through your bra before taking it off with skilled fingers. "fucking perfect." he muttered more to himself than you.
he pinched your nipples hard, needing to know how you react to it. you hissed, biting your lip, gaining a smirk from chan.
he pushed you down on the couch, standing tall in front of you. his thumb traced over your lower lip. "open." he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "tongue out." your jaw clenched slightly, not wanting to obey him, wanting to challenge him. but when his grip in your hair tightened painfully, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. chan leaned forward, spitting into your mouth before sliding two fingers along your tongue. he moved them further into your mouth, his cock twitching in his pants.
"i'm gonna show you how to put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" he muttered as he started sliding his fingers in and out of you. you wrapped your lips around them, looking up at him. he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head further, retrieving his fingers from between your lips and smacking your cheek hard. "fucking answer when i'm talking to you."
your breath caught in your throat, eyes watering the slightest bit. "well right now, you're all big words and no fucking action." your snappy response earned you another slap against your cheek, coating it with your saliva that was still on his fingers.
"you fucking bitch." chan just shook his head, unable to believe that you still had the audacity to talk back. he yanked your hair. hard. moving you to lie on your back, head on the armrest of the couch. he pulled you further until your head was hanging over the edge.
he was already working on his pants, pulling them down, freeing his cock, right over your face. he gave it a few strokes, watching you. he didn't waste another second, tapping it against your lips. you smelled him, the saltiness of his precum coating his tip.
he didn't push in, not yet. he smeared his precum over your lips. "tap my thigh three times in a row if it gets too much. understand?" he asked, growing more impatient by the minute. you nodded. fucking nodded. "words, sweetheart." he said through gritted teeth.
"i understand." you said.
"good girl."
"don't fucking call me that. i'm not your good girl."
chan only grinned at that. "you'd rather i keep insulting you?"
"i'd rather you finally put that cock to use." you snapped back. he smacked your tit, making you flinch. "yeah, i fucking should. shut that goddamn mouth of yours for once."
and with that, he pushed his cock past your lips, his hips snapping involuntarily, shoving his length down your throat. "fuck—" he cursed loudly, watching your throat, how it took shape of his length. "holy—"
you immediately gagged around him, not having expected him to just shove his entire length in with no further warning.
and he fucking kept it there, making you choke, cutting off your air supply. you tapped his thigh three times, and he immediately pulled back, realising that he got caught in the moment. you immediately took a deep breath, coughing.
"you want to be treated like a fucking whore, then fucking take it like one."
"you're a fucking asshole, bang chan, you know that?"
a dark chuckle erupted from somewhere deep inside him. "yet you still take my fucking cock like you're my own personal slut." and before you could say anything, he rammed his cock back into your mouth, deep down your throat.
his hips moved in quick little thrusts, fucking your mouth till you couldn't breathe, pulling back to let you get some oxygen before repeating his movements. his hand reached for your throat, squeezing it, feeling the pressure of his own hand around his cock buried deep down.
you choked. hard. your body started jolting until he finally pulled out, a long strip of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock.
"you're trying to fucking choke me to death?" your voice sounded hoarse, your throat so raw it hurt to talk. chan just grinned down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva all over your pretty lips. you caught his finger, biting it.
"fuck! you bitch!" chan called in surprise, withdrawing his hand, connecting it to your cheek with a hard smack. and of all possible things you could have done, you fucking moaned at his action. "you're un-fucking-believable." chan muttered through gritted teeth.
"on your hands and knees." he ordered, voice way too calm for the storm inside him. you snorted. "don't fucking boss me around like that."
chan was losing his patience. he grabbed you, handled your body with a strength that left you breathless as he flipped you over on your stomach. "don't make me tie you the fuck up."
you snorted again. fuck, it drove him wild. he wanted to punish you for fucking breathing. "be my guest. i don't own any ropes."
a slow, wicked grin spread on chan's face. "oh, trust me. i can get very creative." and with that, his hands left you and you heard him wander off. you turned your head to the side, watching him waltz around your apartment like he fucking owned the place.
"what the fuck are you doing?" you snapped, already shuffling to get up.
"if you dare move even a fucking inch, i'm gonna spank your ass till it's burning red." your breath hitched at his words. but that still didn't stop you from rising to your feet and following him. who did he even think he was?
you found him in your bedroom, picking up a belt that was stored neatly in one of your drawers. he looked ridiculous. going through your stuff, half naked, his stupid cock still glistening with your saliva.
you stood there, butt naked, crossing your arms over your chest. "stop fucking going through my stuff."
"why? hiding something you don't want me to find?"
you snorted, "no. just don't like fucking assholes going through my things."
he walked past your bed, opening the drawer of your nightstand. "oh my god! you have no fucking respect!"
you knew what he would find. and you couldn't care less. he held up your pink vibrator a few seconds later, grinning like he found a precious treasure. "cute." he muttered.
"oh wow, blame a girl for owning a goddamn vibrator."
chan turned around, standing in front of you, vibrator in one hand, belt in the other. "you get yourself off with this thing?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"yes." you replied confidently but couldn't suppress the soft flush spreading from your neck to your face. chan grin only widened. his eyes travelled past you, landing on a light scarf hanging over the back of your desk chair. "perfect." he muttered, walking past you to grab it. "remember how i told you not to fucking move?"
you rolled your eyes, "remember how i told you not to boss me around?"
chan came up behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from his body. he threw the vibrator and the scarf on the bed. your eyes followed the items. "you know, that scarf is actually my favourite, if you ruin it—"
"don't care." he cut you off, grabbing your wrists, yanking them behind your back harshly. he tied the belt around them, making you gasp.
"and the only thing i plan on ruining," he moved his hands up your arms, fingertips ghosting over the skin, giving you goosebumps. "is you."
his lips connected to your shoulders, leaving a few kisses till he reached your neck. his arms snaked around you from behind, pulling you flush against him, his cock hard against your butt. he bit your neck hard, making you hiss, before sucking the flesh, making sure to leave a fucking mark.
he pulled back slightly, watching the skin change colour, grinning in satisfaction, before repeating it a little further up. your ass ground against his cock, making him suck your skin harder.
"fuck, you like getting marked like a fucking whore?" he whispered against your skin, his hands squeezing your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you moan. "chan—"
you moaning his name like that was his complete undoing. he needed more. needed more of you moaning his name, screaming it.
he grabbed the small vibrator from the bed, turning it on and guiding it over your hardened nipples. you pressed yourself harder against him, soft moans now constantly leaving your lips. he started grinding his hard cock against you, moving the vibrator down to your cunt, running it over your clit lazily. you arched your back, your hips starting to move against the toy. "chan, please—" you couldn't suppress the soft whimper, no idea where the sudden needy tone came from. but it made him lose his mind.
he threw you on your bed, yanking your ass up before you could even gather yourself, your hands still tied tightly behind your back.
he started wrapping your scarf around your thighs in figure 8s, tying them together. once he was done, he took a step back, admiring the view. you turned your head to the side, pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. you tried to get a glimpse of him. he stood there, swallowing hard, just... watching you.
"you're a fucking weirdo, bang chan."
his eyes didn't move away from your bare core, "shut up or i will gag you." he said as his eyes finally met yours. he moved closer to the bed, leaning forward, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face. "if anything gets too much, you use the word 'red' and i will stop immediately, okay?" you blinked at him a few times. the fact that he still ...cared, despite the hatred, despite you riling him up constantly, made something warm settle in your chest. "okay."
his hand started caressing your butt cheeks, way too softly. the serious expression on his face was replaced by a smirk. and then he smacked you. hard. you couldn't move, hands tied together, thighs tied together. all you could do was flinch.
"you should learn to fucking listen. if i tell you not to move, you don't fucking move." another smack. you opened your mouth, wanting to protest. he cut you off with another deliberate slap. "don't you fucking dare talking back right now." he said, making you grin. fucking grin.
"god—" he shook his head, his next smack making you wince from the sting. and then his finger just entered you with no fucking warning. you moaned out loud in surprise, moving back against his touch.
chan let out a dark chuckle. "you're so fucking desperate, it's pathetic." he said, his finger moving in and out of you with ease. "so fucking wet."
his free hand slapped your ass again, so hard it left a handprint. he added a second finger, curling them inside you, making you moan involuntarily. "fuck, chan—"
his cock twitched at you moaning his name again. fuck, that did things to him. "again." he muttered, teeth clenched, trying to keep any bit of self-control. "moan my fucking name again." he pumped his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, his name leaving your lips in soft moans, driving him insane.
he dropped to his knees, pulling his fingers out of you and burying his face into your cunt. "fuck!" you cried out, body jolting forwards. he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you in place as he fed on you like a man starved.
"tastes so fucking good." he groaned against you, his tongue swirling around your clit a couple of times before licking up to your entrance, pushing inside you. he reached for the vibrator again, turning it on, bringing it to your clit, while his tongue moved in and out of your hole.
you ground your cunt against him, moaning shamelessly as you felt your orgasm build up. "chan—" you moaned and he knew. he wanted to deny you the orgasm, wanted to edge you, to make you feel as desperate as you always made him feel. but he couldn't. not when you were moaning so sweetly. not when your cunt was grinding against his face so desperately.
your legs started trembling and he threw the vibrator away. it scattered on the floor somewhere as chan grabbed your hips harder, fingers digging into you so hard, they'd leave bruises. he held you in place, burying his face deeper inside you.
"just fucking come on my face already." he murmured into you, big hands moving to your ass, squeezing the cheeks harshly.
you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting him to feel even the slightest amount of pride for making you come. and he noticed. noticed the way you tried to hold back.
"for fuck's sake!" he groaned, pushing two fingers back inside you, curling them right where you needed them, making you cry out.
"stop being so fucking stubborn." his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you see stars, head spinning. until you finally could no longer hold back. with one last flick of his tongue over your clit, you came undone. he guided you through your orgasm and you could feel his fucking grin against your cunt.
"that's it." he murmured, clearly satisfied with himself. "just shut the fuck up." you snapped. bad idea. he smacked your cunt so hard, it made you lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress. with your legs and hands still tied, you couldn't lift yourself up, legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
chan just chuckled darkly behind you, giving his cock a few pumps, watching you being completely at his mercy. he's been dreaming about this, fantasising about it. his eyes wander over your body, spotting every goddamn mark he left. bites, hickeys, fingerprints. he loved it. but he needed more.
he reached forward, grabbing your hair and yanking you back. his breath was hot against your ear, his cock pressing against your ass. "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah? fill that pretty little cunt. mark you properly."
he gave you a few seconds to protest, but you didn't. you were still catching your breath, body still trembling. he let go of your hair, starting to undress himself. you didn't want to look. you knew he was handsome as fuck, didn't need a proof of that. but you couldn't help turning your head, watching him over your shoulder. fuck.
"stop staring." he said, not even looking up as he neatly placed his clothes over the chair at your desk. your eyes traced his toned body, all the way to his perfect ass. goddamnit.
"don't fucking flatter yourself." you snorted, but your words lacked any bite. chan ignored it, standing behind you, cock fucking throbbing and all. "ass up." he ordered. you struggled against the restraints, trying to move back onto your knees.
"fucking pathetic." chan murmured as he gripped your hips and pulled you up. his hands sprawled over your butt cheeks, squeezing them. you hissed. they still hurt from earlier.
chan just watched you for a while, with you getting impatient. "stop staring." you repeated the words he just threw at you, grinning to yourself. his hands flinched against your butt cheeks, ready to smack the shit out of you, but he took a deep breath instead.
he spit down on his cock, using one hand to spread his saliva over it, before pushing inside you with no further warning. "fuck!" you cried out, jolting forwards. "godfuckingdamnit chan!"
you were so fucking wet, he just slid right in, all the way. he gritted his teeth, trying not to think too much about how fucking good you actually feel. trying not to think about how he actually, finally, has his cock buried inside your fucking cunt. trying not to think about— fuck. his cock twitched inside you, realising how your walls are clamping down on him.
it pissed him off. how good you felt. how warm you were. how fucking wet. how much he wanted you, even though he finally had you.
he grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking you back forcefully, his cock buried to the hilt. he yanked until you were pressed against his chest. "i'm not gonna last long if you keep clenching your fucking walls around me."
your soft moans turned into a snort. "who's pathetic now? you haven't even fucked me properly, channie."
he lost it at the sweet nickname on your lips. his free hand smacked your ass. hard. grabbing your hips. the grip in your hair tightened as he started moving. his hips snapping brutally, each thrust into your sensitive cunt making you whimper.
"you drive me fucking insane." he murmured against your neck before biting down hard, making you cry out in surprise. he groaned against your skin, keeping a steady rhythm. you cried out his name again, and again, making his head spin.
he let go of your hair, forcing you to fall onto the mattress, grabbing your hips, fucking deeper into you. his pace brutal and intense. until your legs could no longer hold you up. they shook so violently, you collapsed onto the mattress.
but he didn't stop. he adjusted to the changed angle within seconds, pushing your hips further down, hips slamming against you, fucking you into the mattress. he moved one hand between your shoulder blades, the other staying on your hip, almost his entire weight holding you down.
"chan—" everything was overwhelming and the familiar knot started tightening in your stomach. his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your walls clench violently around him as you came hard.
chan cursed under his breath, your orgasm triggering his own. his thrusts become sloppy, desperate to fill your cunt with his load. desperate to fucking breed you.
with a guttural groan, he stilled deep inside you. his arms shook slightly as he emptied himself into you. you felt it, his thick load warm inside you. "fuck, that's it." he murmured almost inaudible, his hips doing small micro thrusts.
he removed his hands from you, placing them on the mattress beside you. but he didn't pull out. not yet. he reached for the belt around your hands, undoing it, freeing you.
you were both breathless, panting heavily. chan's hand reached for your face, swiping some loose strands away. "you okay?"
your body was sore. you were hyper aware of every mark he left on you, your skin burning. but you nodded. the intensity of both your orgasms was enough to make up for the soreness.
he pulled out slowly, sitting back, watching you. your legs were still tied together, looking absolutely perfect to him.
when his cum started dripping out of you, his eyes widened, addicted to the view. "fuck," he groaned, fingers catching the thick liquid, smearing it over your cunt. when more started dripping out, he groaned.
he collected every drop, pushing two fingers inside you. "chan?!" you called out in surprise, but his name died on your lips, turning into a moan. his mind was fucking gone, as he started fucking his cum right back into you with his fingers.
"fucking appreciate the load i gave you." he said, voice dark. he smacked your ass, fingers pumping in and out of you, pushing his cum back inside.
"don't lose a single fucking drop or i'll have to fill you up again."
and right then, fucking his seed back into your cunt, having you whimper at his touch, moan his name with a broken voice, one thing became perfectly clear to him. that he didn't want this to be a one time thing. already too obsessed with the way your body reacts to his.
WARNINGS: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content (including masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, and detailed intimate scenes), strong language, and adult themes. Intended for readers 18+ only. All interactions are consensual. Proceed with discretion.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
NOTE: This fanfic it does not portray the members of Stray Kids as idols, but as fictional characters. I hope you enjoy the journey!
SUMMARY: You reluctantly take in Lee Know as your new flatmate after your best friend Han suggests him to help with skyrocketing rent. What starts as a chilly, distant cohabitation—marked by Lino's cat-like privacy and minimal interactions—evolves into something deeper when a bad cold reveals his caring side. As shared anime nights, home-cooked meals, and sweet notes bridge the gap, unspoken attraction builds into steamy tension. But when fantasies turn real and secrets spill, will their living arrangement survive the heat?
It all started a few months ago, when the rent for your apartment in the city became an unbearable burden. You lived alone, but the price was drowning you, and although you'd posted ads looking for a female roommate to feel more comfortable –someone to chat about girl stuff with, share routines, and not worry about awkward tensions–, no one responded. Your best friend, Han Jisung, noticed your stress during one of your late-night calls.
-Hey, what if I help you? I know someone who needs a place urgently. It's my best friend, Lee Know. He's a great guy, really, and very clean. You won't regret it-
At first, you hesitated.
-A guy? I don't know, Han... I wanted a girl to feel more at ease- But the rent didn't wait, and Lino needed to move quickly due to problems in his old place. You agreed, thinking it would be temporary.
The day he arrived, Lino was polite but distant: a brief greeting, a quick smile that didn't reach his cat-like eyes, and he locked himself in his room to unpack. He was handsome, with that mysterious air, dark hair, sharp features like a cat's, and a stealthy way of moving, as if he was always calculating his next step. But from the beginning, you noticed his personality: he loved his privacy. He avoided sharing common spaces with you, as if you were two shadows in the same apartment.
The first months were cold. Lino left early for his job (something related to music production, according to Han), and came back late. If you ran into each other in the kitchen, he'd prepare something quick and slip away to his room with a vague excuse. You tried to break the ice: "How was your day, Lino? Did you see that new series on Netflix?". He'd respond with a polite but distant smile: "Fine, thanks. No, I didn't see it". And poof, he'd disappear. In the living room, if you were watching TV, he'd pass by with a minimal greeting. You felt like you were living with a polite ghost.
You complained to Han on the phone one night.
-It's impossible to get close to your friend, Han. He's like a stray cat that doesn't want to be touched. He always dodges me, and when I talk, he gives vague answers and leaves.
Han laughed, but encouraged you.
-Give him time, babe. Lino is like that at first: closed off, he protects his space like it's sacred. But once he opens up, he's the best. He's loyal, affectionate, and cooks like a chef. He just needs to feel comfortable. Keep trying, you'll see it's worth it.
One day, everything changed. You didn't go to work because a cold had hit you hard: low fever, throat irritated like sandpaper, and a tiredness that kept you glued to the sofa. You covered yourself with an old blanket, surrounded by used tissues, and put on a comforting anime on TV, one of those with epic stories and characters that distracted you from the discomfort. Lino didn't expect to see you; he was coming back early from an unexpected day off, and you didn't hear him enter until the door closed.
He entered the living room and stopped dead, his cat-like eyes widening at seeing you curled up, with a pale face and glassy eyes. He noticed the mess of tissues and your exhausted expression. For the first time, his cold facade cracked; genuine concern crossed his face.
-Hey... are you okay? You don't look good-, he said, his voice soft but firm, approaching cautiously, as if he didn't want to invade your space.
You tried to respond, but your voice came out gravelly and hoarse, each word scraping your throat.
-Just a cold... It hurts to talk.
He frowned, coming closer.
-Don't talk much then. Do you have medicine? Have you eaten anything today?.
You shook your head, admitting it.
-No... I haven't had the strength to get up. I've just been here..
His concern increased visibly; his eyes darkened with a protective instinct you hadn't seen before.
-That's not right. Stay calm, I'm going out to buy you medicine and ingredients to make you a good dinner. To help with the cold, chicken soup with ginseng, that always works-
You tried to protest, not wanting to be a bother.
-No, Lino, really... I don't want to infect you. I'll go to my room so I don't bother you.
But he shook his head, firm but gentle.
-Don't even think about moving. You're not a bother, and I won't get infected. Just relax.
He left, and half an hour later he came back loaded with shopping bags.
-I have everything: fever pills, throat syrup, and ingredients for the soup. I also saw that you always have these snacks in the cupboard, I figured they're your favorites, so I brought more for you to eat something while I cook.
You were left speechless, wondering if you were hallucinating from the fever. Was this the same distant Lino? He gave you the pills with a glass of water.
-Take this first, it'll help with the pain.
While he disappeared into the kitchen, you heard the comforting sound of knives chopping vegetables, the fire turning on, and the aroma of garlic, ginger, and chicken filling the air. He was a great cook, as Han had said, precise movements, as if the kitchen was his territory.
At one point, he poked his head out.
-I'm going to prepare a bath for you. A hot bath will make you feel better, it relaxes the muscles and helps with congestion.
He filled the bathtub, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature, and then helped you up from the sofa with a gentle hand on your arm.
-Lean on me if you need to.
He guided you to the bathroom, and before closing the door, you said with a weak voice:
-Thanks, Lino... Really, I didn't expect this.
He smiled for the first time genuinely, a playful glint in his eyes.
-Don't mention it. Just... don't get used to it, huh? But seriously, relax. The soup will be ready when you get out.
You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, feeling a bit better, the steam had relieved your congestion, and the aroma of the soup made your mouth water. Lino had transformed the living room: the blanket was folded, the tissues picked up, and on the coffee table there was a steaming bowl of soup, with tender chicken pieces, fresh vegetables, and a boiled egg on top.
-Sit down- he said, guiding you to the sofa. -Try this. It's my grandmother's recipe, full of ginseng for energy and ginger for the throat.
You sat down, taking a sip, and the flavor was comforting, warm and spicy just right.
-It's... incredible, Lino. Thanks. I didn't know you cooked like this.
He sat on the other end of the sofa, keeping a respectful distance, but for the first time he didn't slip away.
-I like cooking. It's therapeutic. Do you feel better?.
You nodded, and you chatted a bit, nothing deep, but more than usual. You told him about the anime you were watching, and he tilted his head:
-Ah, that one. I watched it a while ago. It's good for days like this.
When you finished the soup, he insisted you take more medicine.
-Don't be stubborn. This will help you sleep.
The night went on with him taking care of you subtly: he brought you a fresh blanket, adjusted the TV so you could keep watching your anime, and even prepared an herbal tea.
-Don't worry about the dishes, I'll wash them- he said when you tried to help. In a moment of silence, you looked at him.
-Lino, why are you doing all this? I thought... well, that you preferred your space, you don't have to go to so much trouble for me.
He shrugged, with a shy smile.
-I do prefer it, yes. But I'm not a monster. If you're sick, I'm not going to ignore you. Besides... Han would kill me if I don't take care of his friend.
You laughed, and for the first time, you felt a glimpse of warmth in him. At the end of the night, he walked you to your room.
-Sleep well. If you need anything, just shout.
You got into bed, astonished by this side of Lino you'd never seen.
Days later, the cold was gone, but something changed in Lino. He started getting closer, like a cat deciding you're worthy of his trust. One night, seeing you in the living room with anime, he sat next to you.
-Hey, are you still watching that? I'm a fan of Chainsaw Man and Jujutsu Kaisen. Want to watch one together?
You agreed, and it became a ritual: nights on the sofa, sharing popcorn, discussing plots. "That character is an idiot", he'd say with a dry laugh, revealing his playful side.
You noticed more gestures: Lino started cooking for both of you, especially if he got home before work and saw you exhausted.
-I made kimchi jjigae. Eat, you look dead tired-, he'd say, serving you a plate.
You also left notes in the kitchen –simple things at first, like you writing: "Thanks for dinner yesterday, it was delicious". He'd reply: "You're welcome. Since you got home late last night, I thought you'd want to sleep in today. I left food in the fridge. Have a good day". Little by little, these gestures made you see Lino in a new light: his reserve became charm, his care became attractive. You started feeling butterflies, you liked him, in a way that surprised you.
One day, you got home early after a short shift, and just as you entered, Lino was coming out of the bathroom after a shower. He was only in low pajama pants, drying his hair with a towel, his torso exposed. You froze in the entrance, taking off your shoes slowly, your mouth dry at seeing him: broad shoulders, defined muscles in his chest and abs, not exaggerated, but toned, with smooth skin glistening from the water. You'd never seen him like this, and something inside you stirred, a heat rising in your belly.
-Hi- he said casually, not noticing your fixed gaze, and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. You stammered a "hi" and fled to your room, your heart pounding hard. From that day, the fantasies started: at night, you'd masturbate thinking of Lino, imagining him entering your room silently, kissing you urgently, fucking you against the kitchen counter while he cooked, or on the sofa during an anime night, his hands exploring your body. Or in the shower, water falling while he took you against the wall; or on the floor, raw and desperate. You'd lose your mind, touching yourself with eager fingers, moaning his name softly.
What you didn't know was that one of those nights, Lino heard you from his room. You thought he was asleep and that you weren't moaning loudly, but the sounds traveled through the thin wall: your soft gasps, the movement of the sheets. He stayed still in his bed, tense, his body reacting involuntarily. The next day, you noticed: Lino was more tense when talking to you, avoiding eye contact during breakfast.
-Everything okay?-, you asked.
-Yeah, just... tired-, he murmured, escaping quickly. The tension grew, an unspoken secret hanging in the air.
The following days were a subtle torture. You noticed Lino more distant than usual, but not like at the beginning, this time it was a palpable tension, as if something invisible hung between you. During breakfast, he evaded your gaze, answering your questions with monosyllables.
-Want to watch anime tonight?-, you asked one morning, pouring yourself coffee. He looked at his cup, stirring the sugar harder than necessary.
-Maybe. I have things to do-. He got up quickly, leaving his plate in the sink, and disappeared into his room. You were left confused, wondering if you'd done something wrong.
At night, your fantasies didn't stop. You'd imagine Lino bursting into your room, his cat-like eyes shining in the dark, his strong hands pinning you against the mattress while he fucked you with an intensity that left you breathless. Or in the kitchen, against the counter, his fingers sinking into your skin while he penetrated you, whispering dirty things in your ear. You'd moan softly, touching yourself urgently, but you tried to be more discreet after noticing his change. What you didn't know was that Lino, in his adjacent room, heard you again some nights, not always, but enough to make his mind spin. He'd stay awake, tense in bed, his body betraying him with an erection he couldn't ignore, imagining what made you moan like that.
One afternoon, you got home exhausted from a long day and found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner as usual. The aroma of bibimbap filled the air, rice, sautéed vegetables, and marinated meat. You tried to break the ice.
-It smells incredible, Lino. Can I help?
He turned, but his gaze shifted quickly, as if looking at you directly burned him.
-No need. Just... sit down.
He served two plates and you ate in silence at first, but the tension was thick. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.
-Is something wrong? Lately you seem... distant. Did I do something that bothered you?
Lino stopped, his chopsticks halfway. His eyes met yours for a second, something intense shining in them, a mix of frustration and repressed desire.
-It's not that. Just... I've been thinking about things-. He paused, as if debating whether to say more. -Hey, are you okay? Sometimes... at night, I hear you... I don't know, like you're restless.
Your heart raced –had he heard you? You tried to play it off.
-Ah, that... Probably just snoring or something. Or work nightmares, you know how it is.
He nodded, but didn't seem convinced, and the rest of dinner was awkward, with stolen glances and a loaded silence.
Despite the tension, the rituals continued. One night, you decided to watch anime together 'Jujutsu Kaisen', one of his favorites. You sat on the sofa, with a shared blanket because of the cold, and Lino settled closer than usual, his leg brushing yours accidentally. The episode was intense, but you were distracted by his proximity: the heat of his body, the subtle scent of soap and something inherently masculine. In a moment of action on screen, you exclaimed:
-God, that power is brutal!
He laughed, a low and playful sound you rarely heard.
-Yes, but the protagonist is an idiot. He should be more strategic.
The night advanced, and for the first time, you chatted deeper. You told him about your stressful day at work, and he listened attentively, offering dry but useful advice.
-Don't let them walk all over you. Be firm, like me with my privacy.
You joked:
-Speaking of that, at first I thought you were a hermit.
He smiled sideways.
-I am. When I don't know the person, but.. with you, it's different now.
The air got charged, and when the episode ended, neither of you moved. Your hands brushed under the blanket, and you felt a shiver. Lino cleared his throat.
-Good night, then.
He got up, but his gaze lingered a second too long, as if he wanted to say something.
That night, your fantasies were more vivid: you imagined that instead of leaving, Lino kissed you on the sofa, his lips claiming yours while his hands explored under your clothes, fucking you right there, slow at first, then with urgency, his hips crashing against yours. You moaned a little louder than planned, lost in the pleasure, but you cut it short quickly, panting in the darkness.
The next day, Lino left a note in the kitchen: "I made extra breakfast. Eat before you go. And... if you need to talk about something, I'm here". It was subtle, but you felt he knew more than he said.
The tension had been building like a silent storm, and it finally exploded on an ordinary night, a few days after that note in the kitchen that left you wondering what Lino knew exactly. You got home late, after an impromptu outing with friends –nothing special, just some drinks to unwind from work–, and the apartment was in dim light, illuminated only by the soft light of a lamp in the living room. Lino was there, sitting on the sofa with a book in his hands, but he didn't seem to be reading really; his cat-like eyes were fixed on the pages, but his posture was rigid, as if he was waiting for something. Or someone.
You closed the door carefully, taking off your coat and shoes, and noticed how he slowly lifted his gaze, his expression a mix of curiosity and something deeper, more guarded.
-You're late-, he said in a neutral voice, but there was a nuance in his tone –not reproach, but subtle concern, like always when he worried about you without admitting it directly.
-Yeah, I was with Han and some friends. Nothing crazy, just chatting- you replied, trying to sound casual as you approached the sofa. You sat on the opposite end, leaving a space between you, but the air felt charged, as if that meter of distance was filled with unspoken words.
Lino closed the book with a deliberate movement, placing it on the coffee table, and turned slightly toward you. His eyes, those sharp eyes that always seemed to see more than they said, met yours for a moment before shifting to the dark window.
-Sounds good. Han always drags people into his craziness-, he murmured with a small, playful but fleeting smile. He paused, drumming his fingers on his knee, a rare habit for him, who was usually so controlled. -Hey... can I ask you something? Straight up.
Your heart skipped a beat. You knew this was coming, from that awkward conversation in the kitchen days ago.
-Sure, shoot-, you said, trying to keep your voice light, though you felt a knot in your stomach. Lino cleared his throat, looking at the floor now, as if choosing his words cost him effort, which fit his personality, always protecting his vulnerability.
-Lately... I've noticed you don't sleep well. I hear you at night, through the wall. At first I thought it was the cold coming back, or maybe work stress. But... it doesn't sound like that. It sounds like... something more personal.
Heat rose up your neck, and you felt your cheeks burn. You tried to play it off with a nervous laugh:
-Ah, that... Probably just snoring or something. Or work nightmares, you know how it is.
But Lino didn't bite; he lifted his gaze, and this time it held yours, intense but not aggressive, like a cat assessing whether to approach or flee.
-I'm not stupid, you know? The walls are thin, and I live here. I can tell the difference between a snore and... well, someone dealing with something alone- He paused, his voice dropping to a murmur -It's not like I'm spying on you. Just... it worries me. If it's stress, or something bothering you, you can tell me. We're roommates, after all. And... friends, I guess, now.
The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable, it was like he was giving you space to process, true to his reserved nature. You swallowed, debating internally. Admit that you'd been imagining him in those moments? It seemed like a huge leap, but the way he looked at you, with that genuine concern mixed with something raw and unspoken, gave you courage.
-Okay, Lino... It's not nightmares. It's... more like thoughts I can't turn off. About someone. About... you, actually- The words came out rushed, and you regretted it instantly, but it was said.
Lino stayed still for a second, his eyes widening slightly, not with shock, but with an understanding that seemed to have been lurking in the background.
-Me- he repeated, blinking, more like a statement than a question. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that made him seem more human, less the distant cat from the early months.
-Since when? I mean... why me? I'm not the most open guy in the world- His tone was curious, almost playful on the edge, but there was vulnerability there, like he was testing the waters before diving in.
You shrugged, looking at your hands to avoid his gaze.
-Since that day you came out of the shower, with just the pants and towel. I'd never seen you like that, and... I don't know, something changed. You're reserved, yes, but also attentive, like when you took care of me with the cold. You cook for me, leave notes... It makes me see you differently. And at night, my mind wanders-. You paused, your heart pounding hard. -It's not that I expect anything. It just... happens-.
Lino didn't respond right away; instead, he moved a little closer on the sofa, shortening the distance without invading. You could smell his scent, clean soap mixed with something warm, like the tea he always made.
-I get it-, he said finally, his voice soft but with a husky nuance. -I've been... distracted too. Hearing you at night makes me think about things I shouldn't. Like, what makes you sound like that? Is it just imagination, or is there something real behind it?- He extended a hand tentatively, brushing your arm with his fingertips, a light, exploratory touch, not demanding. You felt a shiver run across your skin, and he noticed, withdrawing his hand but not pulling away.
-I don't know what to say-, you admitted, looking at him now. -It's confusing. We live together, and I don't want to ruin that.
Lino nodded, his expression softening into a small, almost shy smile.
-Me neither. But... maybe it doesn't ruin it. Maybe it just makes it better.
He leaned in a little more, his face inches from yours, giving you time to pull back if you wanted. You didn't. The kiss came gradually, his lips brushing yours first in a soft touch, testing, as if measuring your reaction. It was warm, with a control that fit him, but underneath there was a spark of repressed hunger.
When he pulled away, just a bit, he murmured against your mouth:
-Tell me if you want to stop- You shook your head, and the kiss deepened, his hands rising to your face to hold it gently. It wasn't an abrupt jump; it was a slow advance, built on weeks of tension, with pauses to breathe and glances that said more than words.
The kiss lingered on the sofa, with Lino maintaining that controlled rhythm that defined him, exploring with lips and tongue, but without rushing, as if savoring every second. His hands moved from your face to your shoulders, massaging gently, and you felt the heat of his body pressing against yours subtly.
-I didn't imagine it would be like this-, he murmured between kisses, his voice low and husky, with a playful touch. -I thought you were more... distant-
You laughed softly against his mouth.
-I'm the one who thought that about you.
He pulled away for a moment, looking at you with eyes darkened by desire, but still with that feline reserve.
-I want to know more about those thoughts of yours-, he said, his hand sliding down your arm to intertwine fingers with yours. -Just... what brings you back to me in your mind?
It was a curious question, not demanding, inviting you to open up at your own pace. You told him bits, the day of the shower, how his body had left you breathless, the notes in the kitchen that made you feel cared for. He listened, nodding, his thumb tracing circles on your palm.
Little by little, the touches became more intimate: his hand sliding up your back under your shirt, brushing bare skin, sending sparks down your spine.
-You're soft- he whispered, kissing now kissing your neck, slow and deliberate. You arched your neck, moaning softly, and he paused: -Too much?
-No... keep going-, you replied, guiding his hand lower. He explored with patience, his skilled fingers undoing buttons, revealing more skin. When he finally touched you more intimately, fingers brushing your belly, then lower, it was with a slowness that drove you crazy, building anticipation.
-Show me how you did it-, he suggested then, his voice a soft but loaded growl of playful curiosity, his eyes fixed on you with a feline intensity that made you feel exposed and desired at the same time. -When you imagined me at night... show me.
It was an invitation, not an order, but the husky nuance in his tone sent a pulse of heat straight to your core. You nodded, your heart pounding hard, and slid your hand under your skirt, feeling the wetness that had already built up just from his kisses and touches. Lino leaned back a bit on the sofa, watching you with that calculating gaze.
You started slow, rubbing soft circles over your clit through the fabric of your panties, a moan escaping your lips as you looked at him.
-Yes... I thought about you coming out of the shower, how your body looked so strong, so... accessible-, you confessed between gasps, speeding up a little. Lino swallowed visibly, his hand going to his own crotch to adjust, but not touching himself yet, he was holding back, true to his reserved nature, but his eyes were burning.
-Keep going-, he murmured, his voice deeper now. -Describe it to me. What did you imagine I did to you?
You pushed the fabric aside, slipping a finger inside yourself, feeling the slippery wetness that made the movement easy.
-I imagined you entering my room... kissing me like now, but then taking me against the wall, or on the bed, fucking me hard until I couldn't think of anything else.
Your words lit him up more, and Lino finally came closer, his hand covering yours, guiding it gently at first.
-Fuck, that sounds... intense- he said, with a low, playful laugh that contrasted with the desire in his voice. -Feel this.. like this, deeper- His fingers replaced yours, sinking into you with a precision that made you arch your back, a wet and obscene sound filling the living room. It was filthy, the way he explored, curling his fingers to brush that sensitive spot inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit in firm circles.
-You're dripping, you know? All because of thinking about me-, he growled, leaning in to kiss your neck while he finger-fucked you, slow but picking up the pace. You moaned louder:
-Lino... yes, just like that.
The tension exploded when he couldn't hold back anymore; he pulled out his fingers, glistening with your arousal, and licked them with a mischievous look that left you breathless.
-It tastes sweet... like you-, he murmured, before lowering his head between your legs, his tongue replacing his fingers. He was expert, licking with long, soft strokes at first, sucking on your clit until your hips bucked. -Relax, let me take care of you- he said between licks, his voice vibrating against you.
You grabbed his hair, guiding him.
-Harder... please- He obeyed, tongue-fucking your pussy, thrusting it deep while his fingers returned, creating a sticky mess of saliva and your wetness dripping onto the sofa.
It didn't take long before you came, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, your walls contracting around his fingers as you screamed his name. Lino lifted his head, lips shiny, and kissed you hungrily, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.
-That was... fuck, incredible-, he panted, his erection pressing hard against your thigh through his pants. You, still trembling, lowered your hand to palm him.
-Now you... I want to feel you- He groaned, helping you pull down his zipper, his cock springing free, thick, veiny, with precum dripping from the tip.
-Touch me... like you would in your thoughts-, he asked, his voice husky but with that playful control.
You jerked him off with firm strokes, feeling his heat and hardness, the precum lubricating your hand to slide easily.
-I imagined this inside me... fucking me deep- you confessed, speeding up. Lino groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand.
-Shit, yes... keep talking- But it didn't last long; he turned you gently but firmly, positioning you on the sofa so you were lying back, him kneeling between your legs.
-I want to fuck you now... if you want-, he said, seeking confirmation in your eyes. You nodded, desperate.
-Yes, Lino... do it.
He positioned himself, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soaked entrance, pushing just the head in, feeling how you opened for him.
-You're so tight... warm-, he murmured, leaning in to kiss you as he sank in inch by inch, a shared moan escaping both of you. It was slow at first, giving you time to adjust, his thrusts deep but controlled, as if measuring your every reaction.
-Feel how I fill you... -, he growled, speeding up gradually, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your gasps. You wrapped your legs around his waist, scratching his back.
-Harder...
but obeyed, his hips moving with more force now, fucking you with a brutal rhythm that made the sofa creak.
-This is what you wanted, huh? Taking my cock so well-, he said, his voice dirty but with a caring nuance, kissing your collarbone while thrusting deep, feeling how your pussy squeezed him. Sweat covered his muscles, the same ones you'd fantasized about, flexing with each thrust. He changed the angle, hitting that perfect spot, and you screamed:
-Lino, I'm going to come!
He sped up, his balls slapping against you with wet sounds:
-Do it... come around me, squeeze me tight.
The climax hit you again, more intense, and Lino followed shortly after, grunting as he came inside you, hot spurts filling you, a sticky mess dripping down your thighs.
He stayed inside for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling out with a wet pop. He kissed you softly now, the tender side returning:
-That was... more than I imagined.
They cuddled on the sofa, exhausted but content, with Lino tracing patterns on your skin.
-This changes everything... but I like it. And you?
WARNING: 18+ only, Explicit adult content (smut) including public/risky sex, cum play (creampie, cum in panties, messy finishes), dirty talk, light degradation (use of "slut"), oral sex (blowjob with deepthroating and gagging), rough penetration, masturbation during sex, Themes of teasing/torture, possessiveness, and messiness. All fictional.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: At a crowded party, Han Jisung's teasing pushes you both to the edge, leading to a risky kitchen encounter where he leaves you dripping with his cum. The night escalates into filthy, desperate sex on the stairs, full of dirty talk and messy pleasure.
You're at that crowded party, the air thick with deafening music and the smell of alcohol. You're wearing a short, light skirt that sways with every step, and underneath, thin panties that you already feel damp just from the way your boyfriend, Han Jisung, has been looking at you all night. Han, with his messy hair and that mischievous smile hiding his wilder side, hasn't stopped brushing against you, whispering things in your ear that make you clench your thighs. You know he's dying to fuck you again; you see it in his eyes, in how his hand slides around your waist every time someone passes by.
You decide to escape to the kitchen for a moment of peace, or so you think. You lean your hands on the counter, taking a deep breath, when you feel his presence behind you. Han presses against your back, his chest to your shoulders, and oh God, you feel his erection, hard as a rock, pushing against your ass. "Fuck, babe, I can't take it anymore," he murmurs in your ear, his voice hoarse and desperate. His hands slide up your thighs, subtly lifting your skirt. No one enters the kitchen at that moment; the party's in the living room, but the risk excites you as much as it does him.
With a quick movement, Han unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, thick and throbbing, already dripping precum. He slips it between your legs, under your skirt, rubbing directly against the soaked fabric of your panties. You feel the heat of his flesh against your pussy, the way he pushes upward, grinding against your labia through the thin barrier. "Look what you do to me—you're so wet I can already feel your heat on my cock," he growls, biting your earlobe. He starts moving, fucking the space between your thighs, his tip hitting your clit with every thrust.
You arch a little, spreading your legs to give him more access, and he takes advantage, adjusting his cock right against the fabric of your panties, feeling how your wetness soaks them more. Each thrust creates a mess: your arousal mixing with his precum, making a sticky, obscene sound that gets lost in the party's noise. Han breathes heavily on your neck, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucks that makeshift gap. "Feel me fucking you like this, like a secret slut. Your panties are dripping, babe, and my cock is staining them all."
The pleasure clouds your mind; you feel his length sliding back and forth, pressing against your entrance through the fabric, but without fully penetrating. It's dirty, frustrating, and addictive. Han speeds up, his hands gripping your hips, and suddenly, with a muffled groan, he cums. You feel the hot spurt of his semen splashing against your panties, soaking them completely, seeping toward your pussy. "Take my load, all for you," he pants, thrusting one last time to spread the cum.
When he's done, he carefully tucks his cock away, fixes your panties with a malicious smile. "Now you're gonna spend the rest of the night with my cum stuck to your pussy, babe. Every time you walk, you'll feel it dripping." He gives you a kiss on the cheek like nothing happened, and you both return to the party. But you feel the mess between your legs: the sticky panties, the warm cum sliding down your thighs. And Han... oh, Han can't take his eyes off you, his gaze fixed on your skirt, knowing exactly the dirty secret you're carrying.
The rest of the night is delicious torture. Every time you move, you feel Han's cum rubbing against your skin, your panties turned into a soaked mess that keeps you aroused. Han can't stop staring; you see him discreetly adjusting his pants, his erection hardening again just from the thought of what you've been carrying. "Fuck, babe, knowing you're full of my cum is driving me crazy," he whispers in your ear when no one's looking, his hand brushing your ass. "I want to fuck you again, rip off those dirty panties and shove it deep inside."
You try to act normal, chatting with friends, but every brush of fabric against your clit makes you grit your teeth. Han is impatient; you notice it in how he touches you, in his stolen kisses that grow more intense. Finally, he can't take it anymore. He makes up a ridiculous excuse: "Sorry, guys, but she feels sick, we're leaving early." He drags you out of the apartment, his hand firm on your wrist, and as soon as the door closes behind you, he kisses you hungrily, his tongue invading your mouth while pushing you toward the stairs.
"We're not going to the car yet," he says hoarsely, dragging you upward, step by step, to the building's rooftop. The air is cool, but the heat between you is scorching. You reach the last staircase, and the door to the rooftop is locked. Han curses under his breath, but his eyes gleam with desperation. "Shit, doesn't matter. I can't wait anymore, babe. Get down and suck me off right here. I want your dirty mouth on my cock now."
You obey, kneeling on the cold steps, your heart pounding from the risk of someone coming up. Han pulls out his cock again, hard and veined, the tip glistening with precum. "Open that slutty little mouth," he orders, and you do, licking the tip first, tasting the salty excitement. You start the filthy blowjob he wants: sucking hard, saliva dripping down your chin as you take more of him into your mouth. Your lips stretch around his thickness, and you use your tongue to circle the head, sucking like you want to draw out every last drop.
While you do it, you feel your own arousal growing. Your panties are still soaked with his cum from before, so you slide a hand under your skirt, pushing aside the sticky fabric. You start masturbating, rubbing your swollen clit, then slipping two fingers into your pussy, pushing Han's cum deeper inside. It's a viscous mess: your wetness mixed with his load, your fingers sliding easily as you fuck yourself to the rhythm of the blowjob.
Han sees it and loses his mind. "Fuck, look at that... shoving my cum back inside like a bitch in heat. You're so dirty, babe, fucking your pussy with my load while you suck me." He grabs your hair and starts fucking your mouth like you're his personal sex toy. He thrusts deep, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you choke a little, saliva and precum dripping from your lips. "Swallow, slut—take my whole cock. Feel me using your mouth like a pussy." The pleasure blinds him; his hips move brutally, moans escaping his lips as he face-fucks you without mercy, your tears mixing with the saliva.
Han fucks your mouth for what seems like an eternity, his cock throbbing in your throat, but he finally stops, panting. "Enough, babe. I want your pussy now." He yanks you to your feet, turns you around, and pushes you onto all fours on the steps, your skirt riding up on its own. He lifts it fully, exposing your ass and the mess between your legs: your dirty panties, soaked with cum and your arousal, your pussy swollen and dripping, with white traces of his earlier load trickling out.
"Oh, shit... look at this mess. Your pussy all mixed up with my cum, like a slut who hasn't cleaned up," Han growls, running a hand over it, spreading the sticky fluid. Before moving your panties, he pulls out his cock and rubs it against the dirty fabric, grinding his tip into the soaked cotton. "Feel this, babe. My cock against your cum-filled panties." He pushes, trying to enter with them on, the barrier of the fabric exciting him more. He manages to get the tip in, thrusting against the stretch, feeling the fabric strain and your pussy open a little around it.
"Fuck, yeah... shoving into you with your dirty panties in the way. You're my personal slut, right? Full of my cum and begging for more." You moan, arching, feeling the strange and delicious friction of his cock forcing the fabric inside you. He thrusts harder, getting a few inches in, the earlier cum lubricating the way, but finally, he can't stand it. With an animalistic growl, he grabs your panties and rips them off in one tear, the sound of fabric ripping echoing in the stairs.
Now, with no barriers, he shoves his entire cock into your pussy in one thrust, pushing the earlier cum deeper inside. You feel it forcing that sticky mix further in, his length filling you completely, stretching you. "Take it, babe—feel my cock pushing my own load inside you. You're gonna be dripping my cum all night." He starts fucking you hard, his hips slamming against your ass, each thrust making the cum splash and drip down your thighs.
"Say you're my dirty slut," he demands, grabbing your hair to arch you more. You respond between moans: "I'm your dirty slut, Han... fuck me harder." He laughs, speeding up. "Yeah, that's it. Your pussy's so wet and full of me, sucking my cock like it wants more cum. I'm gonna fill you again, until you can't walk without it dripping." The sex is raw, detailed: you feel every vein of his cock rubbing your walls, the wet sound of skin on skin, his sweat dripping on your back. Han alternates rhythms—slow and deep so you feel every inch, then fast and brutal, his balls slapping your clit.
You masturbate while he fucks you, rubbing your clit, slipping fingers alongside his cock to spread the mess more. "Fuck yeah, finger yourself while I pound you," he groans. The climax approaches; Han thrusts with fury, and finally cums inside you, hot spurts mixing with the rest. "Take my cum, slut... fill up until you overflow." You orgasm with him, your pussy contracting around his cock, the pleasure blinding.
Han stays inside you for a bit, breathing heavily, before pulling out with a wet pop. Cum drips from your pussy, a sticky mess on the stairs. He helps you up, kissing you tenderly now that the urgency has passed. "You're amazing, babe. Let's go home—I want to fuck you all night." You descend the stairs, feeling the cum sliding down your legs, no panties now, and you know this is just the beginning.
i just know this man loves to watch you on top of him while you ride. his the type of person to just edge you and watch with those eyes, wide and blown. drinking in every expression your face does.
so imagine...
his eyes were dark, half-lidded, locked on your face like it was the only thing in the world worth watching. you were straddling him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips, his thick cock buried deep inside you. the stretch was perfect—almost too much—and every tiny shift of your body sent sparks racing up your spine.
his hands rested firmly on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin with just enough pressure to guide you. not let you move freely. not let you chase what you needed.
“easy, baby,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, that signature Chan tone that always melted you. “nice and slow for me. i want to feel every inch.”
you tried to sink down faster, desperate for friction, but his grip tightened, holding you right where he wanted. he pulled you down onto him in one long, deliberate stroke, then lifted you just as slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside you. the drag was torturous. delicious. maddening.
a broken whimper slipped from your lips.
chan smiled, soft and knowing. “look at you… already falling apart when we’ve barely started.” his thumbs stroked soothing circles over your hip bones, almost tender, while he kept the pace brutally languid. every time you rolled your hips or tried to grind down, he corrected you with effortless strength, forcing you back into those long, dragging movements that lit every nerve on fire but never quite gave you enough.
your face twisted—pleasure and frustration mixing until your brows furrowed and your lips parted on a silent gasp. he drank it in, gaze flicking between your eyes, your mouth, and the way your chest heaved with every controlled thrust.
“so pretty when you’re needy like this,” he cooed, voice dripping with affection even as he denied you. “i love watching you ride me. love how desperate your little pussy gets, clenching around me like you’re begging.”
you were close. so fucking close. the slow grind was building something deep and heavy in your core, your thighs trembling, walls fluttering around his cock. your fingers dug into his chest as you chased it—chan pulled you down hard and held you there, stopping all movement. his cock throbbed inside you, but he refused to let you move even an inch.
“not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning up to brush his lips against your jaw. “you can take a little more for me, can’t you? just a little longer.”
a frustrated sob tore from your throat. your body ached, muscles tight and desperate, orgasm hovering right there, cruelly out of reach. he watched every flicker of emotion cross your face. the way your eyes watered, the way your lips trembled, the way you looked at him like he was both your salvation and your torment.
“that’s it… that’s my good girl,” he praised softly, finally letting you move again in those same agonizingly slow strokes. up. down. dragging. deep. “let me see you like this a little longer. so fucking beautiful when you’re edged and dripping for me.”
he kept you there, teetering on the edge for what felt like forever, cooing praises, watching your face, hands never leaving your hips as he controlled every second of your pleasure. only when your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your voice cracked on his name did his grip finally loosen, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“now, baby… ride me properly. let me feel you cum all over my cock.”
you didn’t hesitate. you braced your hands on his chest and started moving faster, harder, chasing the release he’d been dangling in front of you for so long. the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his thick cock filled the room, obscene and slick.
chan groaned low in his throat, eyes still glued to your face. “that’s it… fuck, just like that. use me, sweetheart.”
your thighs burned, but the pleasure was overwhelming. every drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you had you moaning loudly, head falling back. chan’s hands stayed on your hips, helping you now instead of restricting, pulling you down harder every time you sank onto him.
“you’re so close, aren’t you?” he cooed, voice rougher than before. “i can feel you squeezing me so tight. let go, baby. cum for me.”
your pace turned frantic, hips rolling and grinding as that coil in your belly finally snapped. a broken cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your walls pulsed hard around his cock, thighs shaking violently while pleasure flooded every nerve. chan watched every second of it. the way your face contorted in ecstasy, mouth open, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“good girl… such a good fucking girl,” he praised, voice thick with lust.
but he didn’t let you slow down.
instead, chan tightened his grip again and started thrusting up into you from below. hard, deep, relentless strokes that punched the air out of your lungs. you were still riding the high of your first orgasm when the overstimulation hit like electricity.
“chan— ahh— wait—!” you gasped, body jerking.
“i’m not done yet, baby,” he growled softly, eyes dark and hungry. “need to feel you again. just one more. you can give me that, can’t you?”
his pace was punishing now. the head of his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls with every powerful thrust, turning your moans into high-pitched, desperate whimpers. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as pleasure bordered on too much, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every snap of his hips.
“look at me,” he breathed, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. “let me see that pretty face while i fuck you through it.”
you couldn’t stop the sobs and cries spilling from your mouth. everything felt too intense, his cock stretching you, the wet slap of skin on skin, the way he was staring at you like he wanted to devour every expression you made.
chan’s thrusts grew erratic, breath coming in rough pants. “fuck… you feel so good. gonna cum, baby— shit—”
his grip on your hips turned almost bruising as he buried himself deep and came hard, thick pulses of his release flooding you while he moaned your name. the feeling of him throbbing and spilling inside you, combined with his relentless pace, pushed you over the edge again without warning.
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. a sharp, shattering wave that made your vision blur. you clenched violently around his cock, body shaking uncontrollably as you came with a broken scream, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.
chan kept shallowly thrusting through both of your orgasms, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were both trembling and spent. only then did he finally slow, pulling you down against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.
he pressed soft kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your lips, murmuring praises between each one.
“you did so well… my perfect girl. took everything so beautifully.”
his cock was still buried inside you as you both caught your breath, his hands gently stroking up and down your back while you shivered in the aftershocks.
yeah, he definitely loves watching you ride him even though he already did it countless of times.
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everyone near and far knew that minho loved cats.
but this kitty though ? it might just be his absolute favorite, especially with the way she was already purring just for him.
never mind, who was he kidding ? looking down at his rock-hard boner and feeling his pulse spike, he could hardly deny the hypothesis.
it was your one-year anniversary, and you both had spent weeks curating the perfect celebration. there were thoughtful gifts, sweet words, and a delectable dinner prepared entirely by minho's hands, but your best surprise was still under wraps.
after tidying up the kitchen, you slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. the moment you stepped out, minho went in for his, giving you the perfect window to prepare.
you immediately set to work on the surprise you’d been planning for a month, though your hands were suddenly shaking with anticipation. as you smoothed the body oil over your skin, leaving you glistening and smelling sweetly of vanilla and soft florals, a sudden wave of shyness hit you. your heart hammered against your ribs as you slipped into the delicate, lacy lingerie set, staring at your reflection and feeling hyper-aware of how daring this was.
grabbing the pièce de résistance brought on a jolt of stage fright that almost made you call the whole thing off, but the anxiety quickly melted away when you pictured the look on minho's face. the thought of the heat in his eyes and the way his jaw would drop made excitement completely overtake your jitters. powering through the blush warming your cheeks, you put the final touch in place and took your position on the bed.
when minho finally walked into the bedroom, the sight stole the air right out of his lungs.
he froze, his feet completely plastered to the ground and his eyes wide, as if you might disappear if he blinked even once. you were sprawled across the sheets, looking entirely delicious in the white lace despite the nervous tremble in your thighs.
finally snapping him out of his trance, you looked up at him with glittering eyes and shifted backward on the bed invitingly.
"min — happy one year anniversary, baby," you whispered sweetly.
a soft smile grazed his lips as he finally found his footing, moving toward you with a low, rough murmur. "happy anniversary to you too, my love, thank y —"
the words stuck in his throat as you turned to get on all fours, leaving his breath utterly hitched.
the absolute cherry on the cake ?
a plush, furry white cat tail plugged right into your butt, twitching lightly as you waited for him to claim his gift.
minho's soul left his body through his eyes, your figure permanently imprinted on his retina. the white fur caught his eyesight as he stood unblinking, utterly mesmerized by the sight of you on all fours.
his jaw slacked completely, the remaining words of his sentence dying in his throat as his brain scrambled to process the view. his eyes locked onto the plush white tail, tracking the slight, teasing twitch it made against your skin, and the contrast of it against the delicate white lace was almost too much for him to bear.
"fuck," he breathed out, his voice dropping low and raspy, thick with a sudden, heavy wave of desire.
the soft smile vanished from his lips, replaced by a dark, intense heat that burned right through you. he didn't waste another second — his feet finally unfroze, and he climbed onto the bed, crawling over the sheets toward you with his eyes pinned to yours.
as you turned back around, you found minho moving towards you, his intense gaze trailing over your figure as he saw your breath physically hitch.
his hands reached out and cupped your face, your head instinctively resting in his warm palm as his thumb gently caressed your cheek. the next second he was leaning down and kissing you, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his plush lips part against yours, deep and desperate.
the kiss was heavy with anticipation, his tongue sliding past your lips to claim you completely. a low, rumbling groan vibrated in his chest as his free hand slid down the curve of your waist, his fingers digging into your hip to pull you closer against him.
breaking the kiss just a fraction of an inch, his lips brushed against yours as he muttered against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "you are going to be the absolute death of me, you know that ?"
before you could even answer, minho's hands shifted down to your waist, gently turning you back around on all fours. his palms lingered on your skin, a low shiver running down your spine at the contact.
"stay right like this," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, rough register as he stepped back just an inch. "i need to get a better glimpse. i need to take all of you in."
his gaze drank you in from behind, tracking the soft curve of your spine down to where the plush white tail twitched temptingly against your thighs. a heavy exhale left his lips, and then the praises started pouring out — unfiltered, sweet, and thick with an overwhelming devotion that made your ears burn.
"fuck, you look so perfect," he rasped, his hand sliding over your hip, tracing the lace. "so beautiful. my good girl. you did all of this just for me, didn't you ?"
flushed and dizzy from the sheer weight of his words, your heart hammered wildly against your ribs. you reached out toward the nightstand with a slightly trembling hand, your fingers searching until they wrapped around the final piece of the surprise.
turning your head slightly to look back at him, you revealed a delicate leather collar. hanging from the center was a small, polished metal tag, jingling softly in the quiet room with his name beautifully engraved right on the front.
"min," you whispered shyly, your cheeks burning hot as you held it out toward him. "put it on me ? please ?"
minho froze entirely, his jaw dropping at the sight of his own name gleaming back at him from the polished tag. his eyes blew wide, a sudden, heavy wave of desire hitting him so hard it felt physical. a breathless, completely undone chuckle escaped his lips as he realized just how far you had gone for him.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me," he growled softly, taking the pieces from your hand as his fingers shook with anticipation. he leaned over you from behind, his broad chest pressing flush against your back as he engulfed you in his warmth.
his thumbs brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a violent shiver down your spine as he fastened the leather collar around you, clicking the lock firmly into place. the soft snap echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom, sealing the promise between you.
once it was secure, minho picked up the fine silver chain with the heavy little key dangling from it. with unblinking eyes, he lifted it over his head and let it drop around his neck, the key resting right against his bare chest — a beautiful, solid reminder of exactly who owned your heart tonight.
suddenly, minho hovered completely over you, his heavy weight pinning you down into the mattress. your face was pressed into the pillow, your body still arches on your stomach with your ass pushed up invitingly for him.
he didn't waste a single second, his hand immediately reaching down to grab the plush white tail, pulling it lightly to make the plug shift inside you. a breathless gasp escaped your lips at the sudden sensation, your fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly.
"look at you," minho murmured, his voice dark and raspy against your ear, his breath burning your skin. "my favorite little kitty, begging for her owner. you like the way this feels inside you, don't you ?"
your cheeks burned a violent crimson, a soft whine vibrating in your throat as your reaction only fueled his dark smirk. he wrapped his fingers around the leather collar at your neck, tugging it back gently so your head tilted back, making you hyper-aware of the lock firmly in place.
"you're so good for me, such a pretty perfect kitty," he growled softly, his thumb tracing the engraved tag before his hand slid down, pushing the delicate white lace of your panties completely aside.
the cool air of the bedroom hit your bare skin for only a fraction of a second before minho's burning heat replaced it. without giving you another moment to prepare, he lined himself up and pushed inside you from behind in one deep, ungodly stroke, his hand still gripping your collar to keep you pinned exactly where he wanted you.
"nghhh ! oh god —" the sudden, overwhelming fullness ripped the breath straight from your lungs, your back arching violently as your fingers clawed into the sheets.
"fuck, you're so tight," minho groaned, his voice completely wrecked as he buried his cock all the way up to the hilt, freezing for a second as his muscles twitched against yours. "open up for me, my kitty. just like that."
slowly he started to move, pulling back before plunging right back into your snug pussy with a heavy, deliberate thrust that hit your sweet spot perfectly.
"ughh... oh fuck, yes," you cried out into the pillow, your hips instinctively rolling back to meet his relentless pace. the feeling of the collar tugging at your neck combined with the deep, bruising friction from behind was pushing you over the edge. "min... oh god, please —"
"please what, baby ?" he rasped, the silver chain around his neck swinging softly, the key clicking against his chest with every hard roll of his hips. he reached down with his free hand, gripping the base of the white tail and tugging it gently as he drove into you again. "tell me exactly what you want."
"more — jesus fuck, min, please faster — ngh !" you whimpered, your vision going dizzy as he picked up the pace, the raw, heavy slaps of his skin against yours echoing loudly in the quiet room.
"i've got you," he growled, his grip tightening on the leather collar, pulling you back against his chest as he slammed into you deeper, completely overtaking your senses. "i've got you, my good kitty."
suddenly, minho gripped your hips and flipped you around onto your back, the sudden shift making your head spin. before you could even catch your breath, he hovered over you, his eyes dark and completely blown out with lust.
he didn't wait. he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and drove back inside you, but this time, the pace changed entirely. he began taking long, agonizingly slow strokes, drawing almost completely out before burying himself all the way to the hilt. each slow plunge reached incredibly deep, pressing so high and hard against your sweet spot it felt like he was literally rearranging your guts.
"ah — ah... oh god, minho, wait —" you choked out, your hands flying to his chest, your fingers bunching into the fabric of his shirt. the sheer depth of it was entirely overwhelming, forcing a long, broken moan from your lips. "it’s too deep... jesus..."
"i know, baby," he rasped, his face contorting as he hit that deep spot again, a low, heavy groan vibrating right out of his chest. "you're taking all of it so well. look at you."
keeping the brutal, deep rhythm steady, minho reached down with a trembling hand and aggressively tugged your white lace bra down, exposing your bare breasts to the cool bedroom air. he didn't give you a second to adjust before he leaned down, wrapping his plush lips around one tight nipple and sucking onto your boob.
"fuck, min —!" your head threw back into the mattress, your back arching off the sheets as a violent wave of pleasure crashed straight through your lower abdomen. the combination of his mouth clamping down on your breast and the relentless, deep stretch between your thighs was pushing you straight over the brink. "i'm gonna — oh god, i'm cumming !"
hearing your undone cries, minho's pace fractured. the control he had been fighting to maintain snapped entirely. he pulled his mouth away from your breast, his breathing utterly ruined and ragged as his strokes turned fast, hard, and desperate.
"cum for me, my kitty. do it right now," he growled, his hand flying up to grip the leather collar around your neck, his thumb pinning the engraved tag to your skin as he drove into you with everything he had left. "fuck, i'm right there with you, baby —"
you reached up, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair, pulling him down to meet you. but before your lips could fully lock, minho dipped his head lower, catching the silver chain between his teeth. with a sharp, possessive tug of his jaw, he lifted the heavy little key right up to your mouth.
when his plush lips crashed back onto yours, he slid the cold metal straight between your teeth, pushing the key into your shared kiss.
a muffled gasp left your throat as your eyes flew wide, your walls instantly clamping down around him in a tight, violent climax. the sensation was completely intoxicating —feeling his thick, heavy cock burying itself deep inside you while your tongues tangled around the slick, solid metal of the key.
minho let out a deep, wrecked groan into your mouth, his body locking up as he blew his load inside you, his hips shuddering ruthlessly to the rhythm of the metal shifting and sliding between your wet tongues.
he tasted like heat and desperate hunger, the sharp edges of his key clinking against your teeth as you both sucked and pulled at each other’s tongues, completely sharing the taste of your own surrender.
the frantic, messy friction of the metal in your mouths finally began to slow as the waves of the orgasm rippled out. minho slowly parted his lips, letting the key slip from between your tongues with a thin string of saliva, dropping it back down so it hung heavily against your chests.
completely spent, he collapsed heavily on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his breath was hot and frantic against your skin, his heart hammering a wild, erratic beat that vibrated right through the silver chain still draped over his shoulders. he slowly pulled away just enough to look down at you, a completely dazed, entirely smitten smile catching the corners of his lips as his fingers gently stroked your flushed cheek.
"happy anniversary, my perfect girl," he whispered softly, his voice completely wrecked and thick with love. "best surprise of my life."
kysa's note: fixated on this so bad i lowkey dreamt of it — and now this is here — for the two 'kittys' i know, hope this hits :p lemme know what you think about it, xoxo !
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