The nursery was looming with the lingering scent of baby lotion and the cute giggles of your 6 month old baby, as you got her dressed for her check up. She was looking up at you with a huge gummy smile, her little hands wiggling in the air.
"Are you excited to see the doctor?" You cooed and the baby scrunched her little nose, "Oh, you are? Aren't you a brave girl?"
As you fastened the tiny buttons on her dress, the soft sound of footsteps approached the nursery.
Chan peeked in, hair slightly tousled from the morning rush, eyes immediately finding his little girl. His lips curled into a fond smile as he bent beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple and her chubby cheek.
“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, running his fingers through her wispy baby hair. “Are you ready?”
Your baby let out a happy squeal, her hands patting Chan’s face with newfound excitement. Chan smiled as he scooped the baby in his arms and walked to the car as you grabbed your bag and the essentials you might need.
At the doctor’s office, your baby sat on Chan’s lap, clapping her hands at the colorful art and posters decorating the walls. Chan was tapping his leg on the floor making her gently bounce up and down, giggling.
When the doctor finally entered, he gave you both a warm smile. “She’s growing beautifully. Everything looks perfect,” he said, flipping through the chart.
Chan sighed in relief—until the doctor added, “Alright, we’ll go ahead with her vaccination today.”
Chan stiffened instantly, arms tightening around your daughter. “H-hold on,” he stammered, his voice nearly cracking. “Does she have to?”
You gave him a deadpan look, but the doctor gave a gentle smile. "Of course but it's just a shot. She’ll be fine, don't worry.”
But Chan wasn’t convinced. As the nurse prepped the syringe, he looked like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing his baby and bolting out of the office.
“She’s so tiny,” he whispered, eyes darting between you and the nurse. “Can’t we—I don’t know—wait until she’s, like, ten?”
Before you could answer, the nurse instructed Chan to hold your daughter still. With heartbreaking trust, she looked up at her father, smiling with pure innocence, completely unaware of what was coming.
Then the shot happened.
The moment the needle pricked her chubby thigh, your baby’s face crumpled, her joyful babbling instantly turning into a loud wail.
Chan’s entire body tensed and his heart visibly shattered. “Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry,” he blurted, his voice cracking as if he was the one in pain.
"All done," the nurse announced, placing a cute bandaid on her leg.
He kissed her forehead and cheeks frantically, his eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry, princess. Daddy didn't want this either.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose inhaling deeply. “Chan, breathe.”
But it was useless—he was already lost to his sorrow, whispering apologies into her tiny curls while she sniffled against his chest. The doctor reassured him that she’d be fine in a few minutes, but Chan was having none of it.
While you let your husband walk around the office trying to soothe the baby, you took her report card from the doctor, bidding a warm goodbye to him and the nurse, walking towards Chan who was now outside the room.
Once you were back in the car, your baby had already calmed down, sucking on her fingers while making soft cooing noises as Chan placed her on the car seat.
Chan, on the other hand, was still distraught, climbing into the driver's side and rested his head against the steering wheel. “That was the worst experience of my life.”
You reached over, rubbing his back soothingly. “Honey, she’s literally fine.”
He lifted his head to glare at you, eyes red-rimmed and tears brimming his long lashes. “She cried. Did you not hear that? I’m traumatized.”
Suppressing a laugh, you leaned over, pressing your lips on his softly. “You’re such a good dad,” you murmured against him. “She’s very lucky to have you hubby.”
Chan sighed heavily but melted into your touch, glancing back at the rearview mirror where your daughter was already dozing off.
“Yeah,” he muttered, still pouting. “But she’s never getting another shot again.”
The mattress was dipped beneath your weights, your legs folded so the heels are tucked close to the hips. Chan's mouth hot against yours, teeth crashing and tongues battling eachother, his fingers touching and teasing your clit.
His hand slipped up your body, groping your breast, the silk top was hanging loosely off your shoulders, his mouth leaving yours and wrapping around the erect peak.
Your head fell back slightly in a breathy sigh, hips flexing, chest rising and falling as his lips brushed against your hot skin, making a trail down your body to where you needed him the most.
He took the tender bud between his teeth, a soft moan escaping your throat as he teased it with his tongue, slipping his fingers through your sloppy hole, back arching and hips bucking to meet his ministrations.
Chan's mouth crashed on yours as his movements sped up, fucking his fingers harder into you, tearing moan after moan, your tits flaring into the air as you kept arching for him.
The tingles build up quickly as Chan watched you drowning in pleasure, every little sound falling past your lips painfully hardening his cock behind his boxers.
"Fast—faster—" you moaned, your eyes meeting his fire burning gaze, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he sped up, kissing you every few seconds and then, his hand wrapped around your throat.
His bicep flexed, curling and scissoring his digits in an intense pace that had vision blurring, muscles tensing and you came hard, moaning and flooding around his fingers, falling back flat onto the mattress.
Your breaths were erratic, the throes of your climax still dancing across your vision as rubbed your pussy before his hand came up your body, holding you under his palm.
He kissed you everywhere slowly and gently, your lips, neck and cheek, pushing your hair away from your face and positioned himself between your legs, pressing his clothed cock against your pulsing core as he groped your tit.
Faint chirps filtered through the window, golden sunlight bathing the bedroom in a soft glow.
Your cheek was pressed against the warmth of Felix's chest, legs tangled under the sheets like vine from the previous night, his arm snug around your waist.
You stirred lightly, lifting your head just enough to drink him in. His lashes rested against his cheeks, the faintest pout tugging at his lips as he breathed steadily.
The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks looked like tiny constellations, you smiled faintly, tracing the shape with your eyes.
For a moment, you thought about slipping away, maybe grabbing water, freshening up and letting him rest longer. You tried shifting out of his grasp, but the second you moved, his arm tightened around you, pulling you flush against him.
“Mmh… no,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep. “Stay.”
You froze, then chuckled softly, brushing your fingers through his messy blond hair. “Lixie, I was just—”
“No,” he cut you off, cracking one eye open, giving you that lazy grin. His voice dipped lower as his lips brushed against your temple. "Don't go baby, let's stay for a while..."
You sighed in mock defeat even though you didn't really want to get off bed either, pressing yourself impossibly closer with him as you draped your leg over his body.
Your face nuzzled between his neck, the warm scent of him engulfing your senses, your nails gently tracing his back. He stirred lightly, shifting just enough so that his nose brushed against your hair, his breath fanning across your skin.
You stilled, only to feel his hand slip lower, splaying over your hip and anchoring you right where he wanted you.
“Lix…” you whispered, half-laughing, half-sighing, “you’re holding me hostage.”
His lips quirked into the faintest smile, still not opening his eyes. “Good,” he rasped, thumb stroking lazy circles into your skin. “I’m keeping you here forever.”
You couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips as you cuddled closer into him, pressing your bare chest against his, trying to drift back to sleep even though Felix made it impossible.
How could you when you could feel a hardening evidence of him grazing your skin.
You looked up at him, to catch him smirking while his eyes remained close. You rolled your eyes, attempting to pull away completely only to be yanked behind, back pressing on the mattress as muscled thighs caged you beneath them.
Your breath hitched as he hovered above you, messy strands of blond falling over his forehead. His eyes finally cracked open, dark and hooded, a wicked glint hidden under the sleepiness.
“Where d’you think you’re going, hm?” His voice was low, gravelly from sleep, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Told you, you’re not leaving this bed.”
“Felix—” your protest melted into a gasp when he laid his body against yours, the hard line of his cock pressing insistently between your thighs.
He grinned at your reaction, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that was all teeth and morning heat. One hand pinned your wrist above your head while the other slid down your waist, fingers splaying against your hip as if to remind you, every inch of you was his.
“You feel that?” he whispered against your lips, grinding into your inner thigh again until your body arched. “You did this to me. Woke me up all hard and needy… now you gotta fix it, baby.”
You whined softly, the sound muffled when he deepened the kiss, swallowing every breath you tried to take. His hips moved lazily at first, rutting against you but not where you needed him, like he had all the time in the world, teasing you until your nails dug into his arm.
“Felix,” you whined, legs instinctively parting wider for him.
“Mm, that’s it,” he cooed, gaze flickering down at your form like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. His smirk widened as he shifted downward, easily lifting both your legs over his shoulders as he came into eye level with your slick pussy.
He had barely started anything but you were already aroused, core clenching around nothing, wet and desperate. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the slightest of lick on your clit, making a whine leave your throat.
"Always dripping for me eh, baby?" He drawled, his thumb lazily circling the aching nub, you squirmed, a breath stuck in your throat. "Hmm," the hum vibrated against your hole sending a sizzle through your veins when he leaned in, his breath fanning over you. "I like that..."
His lips finally wrapped around your clit, making your toes curl, your hand flying to his hair to hold him in place.
Your thighs trembled almost instantly, his tongue flicking relentless patterns over your bundle of nerves, drawing out every whimper you tried to swallow. He moaned low against you, as if tasting you was his own reward, the sound reverberating straight through your core.
“F-Felix…” you gasped, tugging at his strands, trying to push him closer, deeper.
He chuckled into your folds, the vibrations making your back arch off the sheets. “Greedy little thing,” he murmured before plunging his tongue inside you, fucking you with slow, deliberate strokes while his nose bumped against your clit.
Your head fell back, lips parted in a silent cry as the knot in your belly coiled tighter and tighter. “Please—oh god, I’m gonna—”
But just as the wave was about to crash, he pulled away, lips and chin glistening with your slick. He smirked at your fucked-out expression, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling back up your body.
“N-no! Why’d you stop?” you whined, the sound breaking into a whimper when he pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, nudging teasingly.
“Because,” he whispered, nose brushing yours as he hovered above you, “I wanna feel you fall apart with me inside you."
Then, with one deep, unhurried thrust, he sank into you, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was overwhelming, delicious, making tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you clenched around him.
His forehead dropped to yours, breaths mingling, freckles glowing in the soft sunlight.
"You’re so warm, baby," he groaned, hips rolling slow and deep. "Fuck—I could stay inside you forever."
He rolled his hips, angling your body to make his cock meet that spot inside you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at every drag and push of him.
You moaned, the sound vibrating through his chest before reaching his ears, your nipples hard and calling for his mouth.
His lips latched onto one of the peaks, the gentle sucking along with the squelching sounds of your pussy swallowing his length tangling with your moans fogged the air.
"Rub your clit," he murmured hoarsely against you, switching to the other nipple, his tongue swirling lazily as his thrusts grew heavier.
Your shaky hand slipped between your bodies, finding your swollen bud. The second you circled it, the pleasure was overwhelming, Felix’s cock dragging deep inside you at the same rhythm his mouth tugged at your breast.
“That’s it, angel,” he praised, voice gravelly as his hips picked up pace. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you spread for him as he drilled into you. “Look at you… touching yourself just like I told you, making a mess on me.”
You gasped, body thrumming, the wet squelch each time he bottomed out making heat pool in your belly. “Felix—I’m so close—”
“Me too, baby,” he groaned, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before kissing you fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours, teeth nipping like he couldn’t get enough. His pace grew erratic, sloppy, like he was chasing the inevitable high.
You clenched tighter, your fingers working your clit furiously until the knot inside you snapped.
The orgasm ripped through your body, a loud, broken cry spilling past your lips as your walls pulsed around him.
Felix cursed, thrusts stuttering. “Fuck—yes, squeeze me just like that—”
He pushed himself deep, cock twitching violently before warmth spilled into you in thick, heavy spurts. He moaned your name like a prayer, his face buried against your neck as he pumped you full.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, locking him inside you as he trembled through his release, his cum leaking around the base but most of it staying buried, right where he wanted it.
For a while, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, his damp hair sticking to his forehead as he refused to pull out, cock still nestled inside your fluttering walls.
When he finally lifted his head, face glowing in sweat in the morning light, he gave you the softest, laziest grin. He kissed your nose, then your lips, his voice a low rasp.
“Mmh… you’re not going anywhere. Not letting this slip out.”
He shifted, rolling onto his side and dragging you with him, keeping his cock plugged deep in your messy cunt. His arm tightened around your waist as if anchoring you in place.
“Gonna keep you like this all day. Stuffed full of me.” He whispered against your temple, pressing another kiss there. His thumb stroked the skin of your belly, slow circles, almost possessive.
You laughed breathlessly, still hazy, curling into his chest. “You’re so clingy in the mornings.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes fluttering shut again, lips brushing your hair. “Only with you. My warm, perfect baby.”
And with that, he snuggled closer, cock still nestled in your pussy, determined to keep every drop inside you as long as he could.
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Synopsis: If you're gonna eat something, at least check the wrapper before putting it in your mouth.
Warnings: Aphrodisiac chocolates. SMUT 🔞. Rough Dom Roommate!Hyunjin (is mentioned to be kind of a playboy). Unprotected hard sex, hair pulling, overstim, oral (f. recieving), multiple positions, orgasms, dirty talk, cussing, filthy, degradation, creampie, cum eating, name calling & pet names, mentions of the pill, confessions, to lovers at the end.
Holy hell that's a lot—
Note: To be honest, idrk how this chocolate works fr. I wrote this after seeing a few review videos and some fics I read. But again, anything works in fiction so just let it feed your delulu.
Minors do not interact!!!
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
So much to the point that you were begging for the weekend to come over as soon as possible every night since Monday.
Finally it's here.
And you like a weekend without plans because then you can just go back to your apartment, slip into your PJ's and binge Netflix with a tub of ice cream for 48 hours.
Your boss—who technically wasn't your boss but the director of another department—had you running around the office like a dog the entire week which increased your urge to punch him in the face.
What was he thinking?
But like the good employee you are, you did all the tasks at hand before slipping on your coat and bag and leaving the office as fast as you could.
Man you needed something sweet to wash this headache away.
You walked into the nearest supermarket, tapping away on your phone, texting your bestie about the new concert tickets you wanna buy later tonight.
The doors slid open and you knew the aisles by heart, you walked into the candy section and grabbed a few wrapped pieces of chocolate that was on the shelf.
Oh you dumb girl, read the label.
But you couldn't care less.
You slipped your phone between your neck and shoulder calling your bestie about the tickets as you walked over to the counter with the chocolates in your hand.
You didn't even bother to spare a glance at the cashier who watched you with equal amounts of genuine shock and horror as you unwrapped a piece and shoved it into your mouth, stuffing the wrapper in the pocket of your jacket.
Everything was fine but by the time you reached your apartment, something felt… off.
Your skin felt warmer than usual, your breath a little heavier. You tugged at the collar of your shirt, frowning. Maybe the stress was finally catching up with you?
Brushing it off, you unlocked the door, stepping inside—only to freeze in your tracks.
Hyunjin—your annoyingly handsome, sexy and single roommate—was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, scrolling on his phone, completely oblivious to your presence.
His hair was slightly damp, probably from a recent shower, strands falling effortlessly into his eyes.
It wasn’t as if you’d never seen him like this before. Living together meant accidental glimpses of bare skin and passing each other in various states of undress.
But right now? Right now, your body reacted differently.
Your mouth went dry, your stomach coiling with something unfamiliar. Your eyes traced the lines of his toned torso, the sharp definition of his abs, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips.
You clenched your fists at your sides.
Why did he have to look like that today, of all days?
He sensed you standing frozen near the doorway, looking up at from his phone, his lips parted in mild acknowledgment before his brows furrowed slightly.
“You good?” His voice was deep, casual, but you swore it sent a shiver down your spine.
“I—I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to look away as you kicked off your shoes. The heat spreading through your body only intensified.
It was unbearable. Your fingers twitched, desperate for relief from an ache you barely understood.
Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he sat up. “Are you sure? You look kinda... flushed.”
Of course, he would notice. Your annoying, perceptive roommate.
You turned away, removing your jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger, something falling out of the pocket but you didn't notice it.
“It’s just hot in here,” you muttered, heading toward the kitchen, needing something—anything—to distract yourself.
Hyunjin eyed you curiously for a few seconds, before looking back into his phone, you opened the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water.
You twisted off the cap with slightly trembling fingers, taking a long gulp but it didn’t help one bit. Slowly you walked into your bedroom.
Hyunjin watched you disappear into your room before something at the doorway caught the corner of his eye.
He got up and picked up the wrapper on the floor, his eyes widening before he let out a sharp laugh.
Inside your room, you were going crazy. Your body buzzed, hot and bothered. You needed release, so badly that you turned to your nightstand, looking for your favourite toy.
You got on the bed, grabbing it, attempting to turn it on, only to realise the thing was out of battery. You stared at the lifeless toy in your hands, frustration curling in your stomach.
The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that refused to be ignored.
A sudden knock on your door made you jolt. “Yo.” Hyunjin’s voice was muffled but clear, amusement laced in his tone. “You might wanna explain why you were eating aphrodisiac chocolates without knowing.”
Your entire body went rigid. What?!
Oh you absolute idiot.
Your silence made him twist the doorknob and enter your room, only for him to see you scrambling to shove the useless toy under your pillow and your not helpful little night fit that hardened his cock in an instant.
The lacy, flower patterned camisole top did absolutely nothing to hide those peaks that were straining the fabric, your exposed collarbones and neck sparking something utterly primal in his mind.
You clenched your thighs together, hoping that he would just drop it and leave.
But of course, he didn’t.
“So…” He paused for a moment, and then, in a voice laced with wicked amusement, “How’s that working out for you?”
Your breath hitched, heat crawling up your neck as you pressed your thighs together even tighter.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, but the way your voice wavered completely sold you out. Hyunjin scoffed, stepping further into your room, completely unfazed by your flustered state.
He twirled the chocolate wrapper between his fingers, holding it up like evidence. “Really?”
He tilted his head, eyes dragging over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, how your hands clenched into the sheets like you were fighting against your own urges.
Yeah, you were struggling.
He leaned down, so close you could count every lash of his beautiful eyes and feel his breath hover over your flushed face.
The scent of his skin, clean, fresh out of the shower, mixed with something undeniably him, invaded your senses, making your head spin.
You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. But then, he reached up and traced a finger along your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
His voice dropped, smooth like silk. “Tell me what you need.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t need—”
“Liar.” His breath ghosted over your lips. You whimpered. Goddamn him.
"All you have to do is ask. If not, I'll just let you be and you can stay till it wears off." He said simply, shrugging while playing a devilish smirk on his lips.
You looked at him with glassy eyes, clogged throat and aching need throbbing between your legs that you seemed to intensify with every passing second.
Sensing your hesitation, Hyunjin got up before your hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked down at the contact then at your face which was now flushed hot, slight goosebumps pebbling your skin.
It's not that you didn't want him. God how couldn't you not want him?
It was a secret you'd take to your grave but the amount of times you've found yourself getting jealous of the girls who spent nights with him was countless.
You often wondered how—what—it would be like to feel him. All of him.
His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair off your face as he leaned down again. "Tell me what you want Y/N." he murmured, voice dangerously low.
"T—touch me Hyunjin."
His restraint snapped.
Before another breath could make it past your lungs, his mouth was on yours, your back against the headboard as his hands pressed on either side of your head.
His knees straddled you as you pushed forward, giving him plenty of access to claim you right there with the press of his lips alone, letting him slip his tongue through yours, kissing you hard, fast and desperate.
Hyunjin's hand wrapped around the edge of the blanket that was covering you beneath the waist, he yanked it away and no amount of restraint prepared him to see you completely bare underneath it.
"No panties..." he half threw the blanket, it dropped on the floor. "You're gorgeous when you're needy."
Hyunjin exhaled against your lips, his hair brushing against your cheek. His touch was all-consuming, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.
Your breath broke when his slender fingers slid between your legs. He teased them along your entrance, collecting the wetness before sliding up to your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
You arched into him, a whimper slipping past your lips. “Look at you. You're soaked.” he murmured, eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive.
"Please...I..." you let out a breathy moan.
He dipped his head down following your plea, his breath ghosting over you. “I bet you taste as sweet as that chocolate.”
And then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, dragging through your folds in one slow, deliberate motion.
A strangled moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around his head, but Hyunjin only groaned in response, gripping your legs and pinning them against your chest.
And then you were taken to the heavens with his tongue alone.
He worked so expertly, licking and flicking, sucking and worshipping your cunt like it was the end of the world.
His teeth grazed your tender, erect clit and you bucked up, pushing your needy pussy up his face coating him in your arousal.
Every new spot he hit sent you spiralling, the noisy slurps mixing with your loud whimpers echoing off the walls like a sinful symphony.
Your hands found the way to his hair, wanting him closer, harder, faster until you couldn't breathe, until you couldn't think, just letting him give you everything he could do with his mouth.
It was hot, devastating, mind blowing, the way he ate you out like no tomorrow, the coil growing tighter and faster with each lick.
Hyunjin pulled back with a wet sound, his chin glistening. "You taste so fucking good, baby."
His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding inside you with ease, stretching you open as he scissored them, curling just right against your sweet spot while his lips wrapped around your clit.
"Fuck—Hyunjin—" Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing that friction, that high.
His long digits moved in and out, the squelching sounds spasming out of your cunt as he continued speeding up.
"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, adding a third finger. "You like being stuffed full, huh?"
You couldn't answer, couldn't form a thought. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your stomach tightening, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
"You're close, aren't you?" Hyunjin mused, pressing a kiss to your thigh as his fingers moved faster. "Go on, make a mess on my hand."
With a broken moan, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, a pool of liquid gushed out as he kept moving, working and drowning through your ecstasy until you were trembling.
He groaned, pulling his fingers out, watching as your arousal coated them. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.
You watched him, catching your breath, not even halfway through before you got up and straddled him, your wet cunt landing on top of his now visible, hard bulge.
His fingers dug into your hips, holding against him as your hot breath fanned over his skin.
"I, I can't—fuck me— please."
His devilish grin grew wider. "You sure you won't regret it later baby?" He cooed but your brain was too fogged with lust, the chocolate you consumed now working on full power.
You grinded his clothed cock, letting your juices stain his sweats and his head fell back at the feeling.
Within a heartbeat, your camisole was lost and his sweatpants were gone, his arm scooped around your waist, guiding your body to meet his cock that was jutting up.
You sank in one smooth push of his hips, but had to force your walls to adjust to the sheer size of him, the tip of his long, veiny cock touching the sensitive spot in you that made you throw your head back, digging your nails into his shoulders.
You rocked your hips back and forth, meeting his upward thrusts as his lips connected with your bouncing breast, the other getting playing and kneaded under his big hand.
You rode him, chasing another orgasm, whimpering and moaning while he sucked on your breast, letting the sensitive bud end up swollen, slick and sore.
"Fuck yes, ride that dick like the slut you are," he gasped, releasing the peak with a pop!, holding your waist tight enough to leave marks that would last for days.
He filled you in the most delicious way ever, your gummy walls clamping him, driving every single logical sense out of his brain.
His thumb pressed on your chin as he cupped your face, touching his lips with yours, kissing you roughly but equally smoothly as you kept rolling your hips on top of him.
"Ha—oh god, Hyun—oh fu...I love your cock."
Your words were filthy, mind so clouded with lust that it sounded coherent to your ears.
Hyunjin's hand that was on your waist held you and pushed you on to your back, before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, tangling your hair in one tight fist before he slammed into you in one punishing thrust.
He pulled your hair back, his other hand going down to cup your breast, pinching the erect peak. The pleasure of it all overlapped with pain as he continued to thrust into you with hard strokes again and again, your hands fisting the sheets below.
"You're such a fucking slut. With a pussy so tight." he slammed hard right as a stinging slap! landed on your ass that made you cry out loud. "I should have fucked you way earlier than this."
Did he perhaps eat the other piece of chocolate? Maybe he did—
Everything around ceased to exist in that moment, only the rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh, headboard banging against the wall and the loudest moans that were for sure to be heard by your neighbours filling the sex fogged air.
It was like that sweet—oh so you thought, 'didn't check the wrapper', harmless—chocolate dug through your senses bringing out carnal urges you never knew existed.
It wasn't not enough and too much to bear all at once.
Your face fell in the pillows as you let out a muffled scream when he hit that spot that shattered you into shards, making you flood around him.
He was close to snapping too, but he prided himself so much that he wasn't going to come until he's had you so utterly spent till you can't take it anymore.
His grip on your hair loosened, pulling back just till the velvet tip remained in your entrance. Just as you thought he was about to pull out entirely, his hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to your back as he slammed back into you once more.
"Don't think you're done yet you cockdrunk slut. I'm not stopping till I decide you've had enough. Got it?" He growled and you nodded senselessly against the pillows, sweat coating your bodies as he regained his pace.
You gasped up, needing air, breathing erratically as he pounded into you harder and harder—slam, slam, slam—your ass meeting with stinging slap!, slap!, slap!, skin now sore and red.
Tears ran down your cheeks relentlessly as he held your hands behind your back, continuing to fucking you from the behind.
You were never that into hardcore, rough sex but right now under the arms and getting wrecked by your 'how could he be single?' roommate and the effect of the aphrodisiac running through your veins, you wanted nothing but for him to just destroy you.
You didn't need to cry it out loud. Your aching, quivering body, greedy pussy basically engulfing his thick rod gave it away to him.
That small piece of candy was too powerful for its size. (Or maybe it's been quite while since you were fucked so good).
Right as you were about to come for the third time, he let go of your wrists, pulling out and turning you over, resting your legs on his shoulders and sank into you again.
He was so deep in, you could have sworn you felt him up your throat. You rasped his name, but he was so lost in the way your pussy swallowed his huge length that he lost all the sense in his brain.
He was consumed by the urge to just wreck your cunt and rearrange your guts.
"F—canf—Hyun, ah! More—!"
You were blabbering nonsense, your needy self just begging him to give you more and more.
"You're taking me so well," he praised, his grip tightening as he snapped his hips faster and deeper.
You clenched around him that made him hiss and come, making him spill his release in you before he could even process the thought of pulling out.
You felt his warm seed gather up inside you, painting you white, the continuous twitching of his cock making him pause and gently ease himself out, a long sticky string of his cum attaching from his tip on to your hole.
He watched as his release dripped from your spent core, his jaw clenching. "Fuck. Look at that."
You were completely wrecked—limbs heavy and body shaking. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Hope you’re ready for round two, baby."
All that was round one?!
Because from the way his cock was already hardening again, you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.
Your eyes widened slightly, breath hitching as Hyunjin smirked down at you. He traced circles over your stomach before dipping lower, spreading your thighs wider.
His fingers brushed over your swollen clit, making you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips. "Hyunjin—" you gasped.
He hushed you with a kiss, deep and lazy, his tongue gliding against yours. "You can take one more for me, can’t you?" He whispered against your mouth.
Your body screamed in protest and anticipation at the same time. The aphrodisiac hadn’t fully worn off yet, leaving you sweaty, hot and needy despite your exhaustion.
You moaned breathlessly as Hyunjin guided himself back to your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hypersensitive core, teasing you.
"Please," you whispered, surprising even yourself with how desperate you sounded. He groaned, positioning himself at your channel again. "Good girl."
And then he pushed in.
The stretch was more intense this time, your walls still tight and sensitive from the last round. He took his time, slow and deep, groaning as he bottomed out inside you.
He rolled his hips gentler, dragging against your puffy walls, making you shudder beneath him. A salacious white ring formed around the base of his shaft, his huge hand sprawled over your tummy, massaging your skin, he could feel the bulge of his cock over your stomach.
The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing in ways beyond euphoria.
Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass forcing him in deeper until you felt the fat cockhead brush against your cervix. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the moan you let out was borderline pornographic.
"Gonna make you come again," he gasped, as he continued his pace. "Will you come for me again sweetheart?"
His thrusts quickened, his grip tightening on your hips as he lost himself in you. Your nails raked down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure built again just through his words.
"Come baby," he whispered, his hand pressing down harder on your stomach and then circled your clit, sending you spiraling into another release.
You screamed his name, your entire body arching as the climax ripped through you, leaving you trembling and reeling beneath him. His pace faltered, hips snapping erratically before he spilled inside you, filling and stuffing his load in you for the second time that night.
You gripped his muscled back as he fell on top of you, warm and comforting, both of you panting, drenched in sweat, breaths ragged and heavy.
Then, after a second of stretched silence, Hyunjin slowly lifted himself, gazing down at you. "You okay?" he murmured, brushing damp hair away from your face.
You nodded weakly, body still buzzing. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of you with a groan. He watched as his release seeped out from your drilled hole, and his jaw clenched.
"Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head. "I should clean you up."
You expected him to grab a towel and wipe you, but instead, he lowered himself between your legs again.
Before you could form his name, his tongue was on you, lapping up his own release, licking you clean with slow, precise strokes.
Your body jerked in overstimulation, but Hyunjin held you down, his grip firm as he cleaned every drop, humming in satisfaction.
Only when he was done did he finally pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste even sweeter mixed with me," he mused, grinning as he climbed back up.
He watched you as he let you catch a breath after the intense fucking, you could feel the frantic blood rush, your core pulsing and a drip of slick running down out of your pussy.
Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek softly before he asked lowly.
"Are you on the pill?"
Even if he used condoms with other girls he has fucked with, for some reason he always asked them that question. But the mere idea of protection didn't cross either of your minds tonight.
You gave a jerky shake of your head. "I...I stopped..."
He watched you, chest rising and falling, in now even breaths, eyes softening.
"Okay, don't worry. Sleep now. Let's talk in the morning."
He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, pulling the blanket over your body, turning on the AC, reaching down to brush his lips on your closing eyelids, exhaling sharply as he walked out of your room.
His body was still buzzing from everything that had happened, but his mind was clouded with thoughts.
Without letting another creep up his head, he walked to the bathroom, turning on the water, taking the coldest shower, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against the cold tiles.
***
The soft glow of the morning light seeped through the curtains, as you slowly stirred awake.
A dull ache pulsed between your legs, spreading through your thighs, and it took you a moment to register why.
Then it hit you.
The remnants of last night came back in flashes—the aphrodisiac chocolates, the way your body burned with unbearable heat, and… Hyunjin.
Your breath caught as the memories flooded back. The way he touched you. The way he took you. His dirty words and sweet praises.
You groaned, sitting up, feeling the slight stickiness between your legs. You looked down at your body, skin around your hips peppered with his fingerprint bruises, swollen nipples with a faint hickey on your breast.
Heat crept up your face at the realization. You slept with your roommate.
God...What happens now?
Before you could dwell on it too long, the door creaked open.
You glanced up, eyes widening slightly as Hyunjin stepped in. He was wearing a loose white tank top and black sweats, his hair tied in a mini ponytail. In his hands, he carried a tray.
Your heart stuttered at the sight.
You flushed as you felt him gaze at you, you pulled the sheets over your chest, suddenly feeling shy as if he hadn't already seen everything by now.
"Morning," he greeted casually, setting the tray on your nightstand. His gaze flickered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.
"How do you feel?"
You swallowed hard, glancing quickly at the tray before meeting his eyes. "Sore."
His lips quirked slightly. "Yeah... not surprised."
Heat rushed up your spine.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers drummed lightly against his thigh before he gestured to the tray.
“I made you breakfast. Figured you’d need the energy after last night.”
You glanced at the tray—toast, berries, coffee… and a small blister pack. Your stomach clenched at the sight of the morning-after pill.
Your fingers tightened around the blanket as you looked back up at him. "You think I should take it?" you asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Hyunjin exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. "It's your choice. But I wanted you to have the option. Whatever you decide, I’ll be here.”
Something in his tone made your chest tighten. You couldn’t quite place it. Was it regret? Reassurance? Maybe a mix of both.
You hesitated but then took the pack, popping the pill into your mouth, washing it down with water before setting the glass aside and reaching for the coffee.
Silence stretched between you two.
Then, Hyunjin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… are we gonna talk about this?”
You set the mug down on your nightstand, glancing up at him. “Do we need to?”
His jaw tensed, but he nodded. “Yeah. We do.”
You swallowed. “Hyunjin, it was just the chocolate. That’s why it happened.”
His brows twitched slightly, and for a split second, you thought you saw something like disappointment flash across his face. But it was gone before you could process it.
“Right,” he said, voice carefully neutral. “Just the chocolate.” You weren’t sure why his reaction bothered you.
He let out a half frustration sigh, a faint tsk leaving his lips as he got up to walk towards the door.
You yanked away the blanket, ignoring the light sting in your crotch before he left completely, wrapping your arms around his middle making him freeze.
You pressed the side of your head against his back, heart pounding behind your ribcage.
"Tell me you don't feel the same and we can let this go like it never happened."
Hyunjin looked down at your arms around his body then glanced over his shoulder to look at you. His jaw clenched.
His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to hold you back. Silence stretched between you both, thick with something unsaid.
Finally, he exhaled, turning to you fully. His voice was low when he spoke, almost cautious.
“Do you really want me to say that?” he asked, voice lower than before.
Your throat felt tight.
Yes. No. You didn’t know.
Your fingers twitched against his shirt, gripping the fabric. “Just say it, Hyunjin.” His fingers sunk into your hair before he exhaled, the weight of his breath brushing against your forehead.
“I can’t,” he admitted.
Your chest constricted, the world around you growing small, only his piercing gaze and the cold air making you shiver.
He unclasped your hold, turning to your clothes rack and grabbed your robe, covering you up.
Why does he do this? Why is he doing this?
"Why didn't you tell me what you felt?" He asked cupping your face, thumb grazing your cheek. His eyes searched for yours, brows furrowing slightly as if he was trying to piece a puzzle he should have solved long ago.
Your arms wrapped around yourself, fingers gripping the fabric of your robe. "Because it never mattered." you mumbled.
Hyunjin's jaw ticked. "That's not an answer."
"Every time I thought about saying something, about asking if we were more than just roommates, I'd hear you come home late after a date," you admitted, your voice shaking. "And then not long after, I'd hear...them..."
Hyunjin's lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't need to elaborate more. He knew exactly what you meant.
The walls of this apartment weren't thick enough to drown out the sounds of the women he brought over. The laughter, the muffled words, the occasional soft moans that cut through the night like a blade straight to your heart.
So you never said anything. Because it was obvious to you. Hyunjin would never have feelings for you.
While he was out dating, bringing girls home, moving on with his life, you had been stuck. Stuck wanting something you knew you could never have.
Hyunjin inhaled deeply, his fingers twitching against your cheek before he finally asked, "Does it still bother you?"
You hesitated. He waited.
You could simply lie. Say that it was because of the chocolate, that last night was a mistake and go back to how things were before. But your heart, your dumb heart screamed at you to be honest.
So you nodded gently, biting your lip.
He sucked in a sharp, low breath, his hand dropping from your face as he took a step back, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip, processing your words.
"I see," he murmured.
The air between you felt thick. Too thick and heavy.
“I was trying to forget you.”
His words hit you like a slap. You blinked. “What?”
Hyunjin let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I wanted them?” He glanced at you, eyes dark. “I brought them home because I needed a distraction. Because every time I looked at you, I knew I couldn’t have you.”
Your stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” you whispered.
His jaw tightened. “I caught feelings first,” he admitted.
“A long time ago. But I thought you only saw me as a roommate, as a friend. And if I told you, if I ruined everything, then what? If you didn’t feel the same, what would happen?”
He exhaled sharply. “So I tried to forget. I went on dates, I let them stay the night. But it never worked.”
Your breath was shaky now.
"Hyun," you started but he let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head. Before you could blink, his mouth crashed on yours, hungry and desperate, as if he was scared you're going to vanish away if he lets go.
You melted into his mouth, letting out what was like a quiet sigh of relief, until you pulled away, the gentle "ch" sound escaping your departing lips, trembling against his hold.
"Can I be yours?" He asked, the question slipping past him as if he had been holding it in forever. Your eyes widened, his words echoing in your heart before it reached your head.
"You..." your words clogged in your throat.
He smiled the softest smile you've ever seen radiate off him. "Yeah," he nodded. "Can I be your boyfriend?"
Of all the things you expected to happen after last night, this was never one of them.
Could he?
Could he be yours?
His gaze softened when you stayed silent, thinking of your answer. "I'm not asking because of what we did yesterday or because I want you to forget what I did before." He murmured, his voice filled with honesty.
"I'm asking because I want you," he continued, his fingers grazing your jaw, grounding you in the weight of his words.
"Not just for a night. Not just because of that chocolate. I want you because...it's always been you."
Your eyes welled, the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache.
The answer had always been there, buried beneath the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken jealousy. Beneath every time your heart clenched when you saw him with someone else.
And now you were standing here, with Hyunjin telling you he had been feeling just as much as you had.
You swallowed hard, then nodded smiling. “I want you too.”
Relief flooded his face, followed by something brighter and softer. He let out a breathy laugh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yeah? You do?” he repeated, almost teasing.
You huffed, the corners of your lips curling. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Hyunjin didn’t need to hear it twice.
His hands cupped your face, his eyes glimmering with something new that made your chest bloom with warmth.
Then, his lips found yours again.
This time, the kiss wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed or fleeting. It was slow, sweet, as if he was memorizing you, promising something without words.
You sighed into him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, until there was no space left between you.
Hyunjin’s thumb brushed over your lips. “I guess we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
You smiled, tilting your chin up. “I guess we do.”
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It was always obvious that your boyfriend was really good with kids. And kids were equally attracted to him as well.
Jeongin loved interacting with the tiny humans, letting them poke his deep dimple, play peek-a-boo with little babies or babysit toddlers. The man was a born father, his paternal instincts were strong and sharp.
You on the other hand were quite the opposite. You didn't hate kids of course, it's just they made you nervous. And their cries kind of annoyed you too as much you tried to hide it.
So what happens when he sees his girlfriend interact with a kid like you were always meant to be a mother?
"Oh god—Innie, I—" your moans tore out right as another slam knocked the air out of your lungs.
Jeongin had you folded in half, in the meanest of a mating press, your knees kissing your chest and him towering over you, rutting his thick cock into you in brutal thrusts.
"Yeah, that's right mama, ye feel me? Huh? Feel me right—there?"
Your nails clawed his shoulders, the stretch of him burning and blissful, every thrust punching sounds out of your throat that weren’t even words anymore. He kept you folded tight, pressing you deeper into the mattress, his hips snapping forward with merciless precision.
“Answer me, baby,” Jeongin growled, his pace not slowing down making you squeal and clench him tighter. “You feel me splitting you open, yeah? Taking it like you were made for me?”
Your head fell back, tears slipping from your lashes as you whined, “Yes—fuck, Innie, yes, I feel you—”
His smirk was dangerous, feral. He shifted just slightly, angling his cock so that every thrust ground against the tender spot deep inside you that made your legs shake violently. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoed, obscene and loud, mixing with the filthy squelch of your arousal.
You sobbed out his name, clenching around him like your body itself was begging.
His hand slipped down, pressing over your lower belly, right where his cock was pistoning in and out.
“Ah fuck” he whispered, almost reverent, then groaned when you whimpered.
“That’s me, so deep inside you. I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna make sure it sticks.”
And he continued, drilling and abusing your slutty hole, tearing moan after moan, erratic scream after scream until you flooded around him and his cock throbbed fiercely, a volcanic eruption like release climbing up his spine.
"Fucckkk, oh shiittt," he growled harshly, thick ribbons of his hot cum gathering up inside you, he released so much that the white substance slid out the corners of your swollen cunt.
Your voice cracked in an attempt to word something when he pulled out with a filthy string of cum sticking from your pussy onto his swollen tip.
Both of you were breathless, hot and drenched in sweat.
Jeongin stood on his knees, strands of hair sticking on his damp forehead as he watched you biting his bottom lip, still spread wide, cum dripping out of you and down to the sheets.
A low tsk escaped lips as his calloused hands squeezed your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, making you whine.
Two slender fingers scooped the sticky mixture, spreading it nastily over your puffy folds then circled your sensitive clit. You squirmed, still recovering from the aftermath but Jeongin had no plans on stopping.
"One more round okay, mama? Just one more f'me?"
He cooed, stroking your cheeks while his cock stood hard and proud against his abs. You tried to close your legs, only for him to yank it open with a smack to your thigh.
"Innie please—m'so full," you squirmed, eyes glassy, face flushed and hair in a tangled mess.
"I know baby, but your pussy is begging for me, see," he said, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut when he curled them just right making you moan erotically and clench without thinking.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over your heated cheeks, scissoring his digits faster, drenching his fingers with your mixed juices.
His mouth landed on yours as he withdrew his coated fingers, shifting your body as he positioned himself back between your legs. Your moans were muffled and swallowed with his bruising kisses as he pushed back into you again, this time sliding in without much resistance.
His hips moved, balls slapping against your skin, your fingers raking his hair to pull him back to find him fucking feral.
Pupils blown, jaw stiff, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he drilled his way back into you.
"Gonna make you a mom, kay? Fuck, can't wait"—thrust—slam—"to see you full, swollen and leaking mmfh."
The words pouring out of his mouth was outright dirty, making you think how he looked like a softie in front of others but had an uncontrollable kink behind the closed doors.
“Yeah—mama, taking me so good,” Jeongin grunted, rutting into you with every ounce of desperation in his body. Your walls fluttered around him, wet and swollen from his pace, clinging to him like neither of you both wanted to let go.
His thrusts grew sloppy, hips snapping forward as the filth poured out of his mouth. “Gonna pump you full again—fuck—"
You gasped, body shaking, tears streaking your temples into your hair as the coil in your stomach finally snapped. You screamed his name, clenching so tight around his cock it made him choke out a guttural moan, his body collapsing over yours.
“Take it, take all of it,” he growled through clenched teeth, his hips jerking violently as he spilled into you, hot and thick, flooding you to the brim.
He didn’t stop, not right away, kept grinding his cock into your raw, overstimulated cunt as if he could mold you around his release, make sure it stayed.
By the time he finally stilled, his chest was heaving against yours, his lips brushing your temple. His hand smoothed down to your stomach, pressing over it reverently, still panting.
“We did it, mama. Fuck, I just know I did it. You’re mine. You’re gonna carry my baby.”
And he meant it.
~
A few months later...
The front door swung open, Jeongin finding you sitting on the couch. His face bloomed into the widest smile seeing you, eyes immediately falling to your belly.
He came over and knelt in front of you, his huge hand splaying over the swell, thumb stroking the curve of it with care.
"Hi baby," he whispered, voice soft but trembling with joy. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your bump, then another, before resting his cheek against you. “It’s dada. Can you hear me in there?”
Your heart melted at the sight, his dimples showing as he grinned at your belly like it held the whole universe.
When you threaded your fingers through his hair, he looked up at you, eyes glassy but sparkling. “I told you I’d fill you up, didn’t I?” he teased, dimples deepening as his hand rubbed gently over your bump.
You laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “God, you’re unbelievable.”
He chuckled along with you, pressing another kiss to your bump before coming up to sit next you, his hand never leaving it.
You rested your head against his shoulder, placing your hand on top of his on your belly and you knew, Jeongin was never more himself than he was right now.
HELLOEEE can I please have Minho with prompt 22 with a kink from prompt 12? thank you in advance author ❤️🎀 I really appreciate your efforts just to make us happy, xoxo
The front door shut with a soft click, the glow of a lamp the only light source in the dark living room.
00:30
The time read on Minho's phone. He had been working late this week because of the scheduling plans, something tight tugged in his chest knowing that you've probably gone to sleep in an empty bed.
Minho turned off the lamp—the small detail you left on so that he wouldn't come home to complete darkness—and quietly made his way to your shared bedroom.
The soft hum of the AC rustled across the room, you were on your side of the bed, moonlight bathing your figure through the glass window.
Minho inhaled sharp but silently, you were sleeping so peacefully, wearing one of his oversized shirts and hugging a long pillow, chest falling and rising in even breaths.
But that wasn't what turned his mind from exhaustion to admiration. It was the way the pillow remained between thighs, the way his shirt had ridden up revealing a slight of your plush ass.
He stood there speechless for a long moment, jaw tight, chest heaving as he tried to breathe past the sudden rush of heat flooding his body.
He should let you sleep—God, he should—but the sight of you like that, thighs hugging the pillow, shirt barely covering you, made his cock twitch in his slacks.
He walked over quietly over your sleeping figure and gently peeled the pillow off of you, replacing it with himself as he climbed into bed.
You shifted, still half-asleep, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you instinctively pressed into his body.
“Baby…” Minho whispered, his voice rough from fatigue and something darker. His hand slid over your waist, up to your breast through the fabric of his shirt, thumb brushing against your nipple until it hardened under his touch.
You stirred faintly, a soft whimper catching in your throat, but didn’t wake. That was when he noticed it, your thighs pressing together again, seeking friction. His cock hardened painfully.
Minho smirked, lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, almost to himself, “Even asleep, you’re needy for me, huh?”
One hand dipped lower, sneaking beneath the hem of his shirt you wore, fingertips gliding over the warmth of your pussy. He groaned quietly when he felt how damp you already were, arousal seeping through your folds.
“Fuck…” he cursed under his breath, carefully circling your clit with slow, lazy strokes. You moaned, body twitching, thighs parting ever so slightly to invite him in.
He held himself for a bit more, teasing your folds with gentle circles. Your eyes were tired, hooded and heavy, your sleepy brain trying to process if you're having a wet dream or if it was real.
But it was real.
He teased his fingers a bit more over your clit and opening, your mouth fell open in a little gasp and just then, he slipped two digits into your gummy walls.
Minho's mind almost crashed thinking how drenched he got you just with a little teasing, the still rational part of his brain saying it was wrong and he should let you rest but the other part couldn't get enough.
You looked so beautiful like this to his eyes, eyes scrunching every a few seconds then relaxing, your slick juices drenching and dripping down his fingers.
He didn't curl his digits too hard to wake you up, but didn't go too slow either. Behind the closed eyes you could feel something was playing with your pussy, but your eyes refused to open.
You gasped louder when his fingertips kissed that sweetest spot, breaths growing heavy with each upward curl.
Minho's restraint refused to stay put anymore, he withdrew his fingers, tugging his pants down just enough, freeing his leaking thick cock. It brushed against your tummy as he leaned to press a kiss to your closed eyelids.
He gathered some of his pre, stroking it down his silk, veiny shaft, before lining the tip against your entrance, teasing your already aching clit.
His breath was hot against your skin, his voice a low growl when he finally pushed inside you, slow and carefully, but still deep.
Even in your sleep, your body knew and your aching cunt welcomed him warmly. Your mouth fell open, walls tensing around him, eyes fluttering open for a second before squeezing shut again.
“I know you’re awake, baby,” Minho whispered against your ear, hips rolling shallowly as your cunt clenched down on him.
His smirk widened. “You’re clenching around me.”
Your breaths grew faster as he shifted, pressing you onto your back, his cock buried deep inside you. He moved, not in his usual hard thrusts but slowly, the obscene wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his length mixing with his deep breaths.
A whimper clogged your throat, your brain playing the scene as a wet dream making you instinctively fist the sheets, Minho pushed your shirt up revealing the hardened peaks calling for his mouth.
He took the bud between his lips, sucking greedily as he rolled his hips, fucking your cunt that continued to clamp down him, making it harder and harder for him to not wake you up.
Minho's hands slipped under your thighs, holding you up and spreading you wider as he continued to fuck you. You were always good to him and he loved it when you screamed his name, begging for him to slow down, when he could see the tears that rolled down your cheeks when he ruined you.
But now, knowing that you let him use your pussy the way he wanted, even when you're asleep became his new favourite thing.
His name fell out of your lips in another whimper, your brain clearing out from the sleepy fog and coming to its senses.
"You're taking me so well baby, fuck I'm gonna fill you with my cum as you sleep."
He mumbled, now thrusting faster and you slutty little hole was basically just milking him. His hand splayed over your stomach, massaging your lower belly where he could feel the head of his cock that kept kissing your cervix.
This was heaven to him, you being almost completely unaware of how Minho was planning on filling you up to the brim, till you were dripping of him for days and to seeing you all swollen full of his babies.
The thought itself was enough to make him come.
Your eyes flew open the moment his cock started twitching uncontrollably, before you could form a word of protest, Minho's lips crashed on yours.
Within a heartbeat you responded to his kiss, sleepy, messy, all teeth and tongue, squeezing his cock so tight, he spilled spurts of his thick cum inside you making his vision go black.
He groaned loudly as he came, burying his face in the crook of your neck and your legs closed around his waist, pulling him deeper until the trembles of his climax slowed.
"Minho…" You murmured and he pulled back to look at your sleepy form. You smiled groggily, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his kiss.
His hand came up to brush the strands of hair from your face. "Shh, baby. Go back to sleep." He whispered, voice husky from his release.
You hummed faintly, eyelids fluttering closed again as he gently kissed your temple. He stayed inside you for a moment longer, savoring the way you held him, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum spill from your swollen folds.
Minho’s chest tightened at the sight, you looked so wrecked and beautiful, all because of him. He gathered his spilling seed with the tip again before pushing it back inside you, the sudden invasion making you gasp out.
"Can't let this go to waste baby. You're gonna be waking up stuffed full of me alright?" He said darkly as he fucked his cum back into you.
"Hah—Minho—hmf—" you whimpered, blabbing words incoherently, trying to go back to sleep but unable to because of how good he's making you feel.
His fingers found their way back to your clit, tender and sensitive, the touch making you flinch. He rubbed smooth circles on the bud, making your thighs twitch and moans breathless.
He moved faster, chasing another high, the squelching sounds of your slick and his earlier release mixing together echoing in the quiet bedroom.
With one last thrust he came again, spilling another hot load up in your womb, pressing his hand on your stomach so that it remained exactly where it should.
You moaned into his ear, nails clawing his back as he collapsed on top of you.
Your eyes fluttered open again, tears brimming the lashes as you looked up at Minho who looked at you like just gave him a new revelation.
He kissed your forehead before pulling out of you, reluctant but exhausted and walked into the bathroom to grab a warm cloth. He wiped between your thighs with soft strokes until you whimpered and shifted.
"Sorry, sweetheart," (he wasn't sorry) he murmured, pressing another kiss to your knee.
Once he was done, he tugged the blankets up and slid into bed beside you after shedding all his clothes, pulling you against his chest. Your legs tangled with his automatically, and you let out the tiniest sigh, like you felt safest there.
His arm wrapped securely around your waist, lips brushing against your hairline.
"That’s it, good girl. Sleep," he whispered, holding you tighter.
Hello hello! Sorry for my disappearance, lack of posting and updates, I haven't been in the best mental head space recently, the entire month of August was so awful to me :(( I just posted another request, I hope you'll enjoy reading it, I am trying my best to keep up with all the requests for the prompt list.
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Warnings: SMUT 🔞. Manhandling, size kink, fingering, unprotected sex, name calling, headlocking, rough rough jealous Changbin, reader is implied to be a bit smaller than Bin.
You and best friend Changbin are beyond "just friends" at this point.
It has reached more than him just dropping you off at work, remembering what flavour coffee you like at what exact temperature to knowing when your period is due.
And especially, he backs you up when these peasant of creeps don't leave you the fuck alone, men who can't take a hint.
One look at Changbin's huge frame—huge biceps and that dangerous scowl on his face that once made a grown man apologize for breathing near you—without a word uttered, people knew you were off limits.
But, just friends don't send each other sexy pictures wearing lingerie or a sudden snap shot of a boner right?
Or do they?
"We're just friends”, yeah screw that because even the devil knows those words are bullshit.
And of course, just a friend most definitely doesn't land a claim on your pussy.
It started as a lil fun teasing until it wasn't funny anymore. Until it got real.
Real in the way your thighs clenched when his name lit up your phone. Real in the way he told you not to wear that lace set for anyone else.
Real in the way he once growled through the phone, “Don’t make me come over and show you who your pussy belongs to.”
That was two weeks ago.
Now? Now you were pinned against the wall, breathless and spread out beneath him, thick digits knuckles deep inside your tight, soaking cunt.
His body was massive above yours, broad shoulders pressing you between himself and the wall, eyes dark and jaw tight with restraint he was clearly losing.
You should have listened to him when he told you not to post that ridiculously spicy picture of only your arm covering your boobs.
Because Changbin didn't have any plans to leave the studio with his cock so hard in his pants that he started to lose his god damn mind on his way to show you who's boss.
"You don't understand when I tell you not to do something do you?"
His voice was low, guttural, vibrating straight through your chest. Each word came with a curl of his fingers inside you, making you choke on a moan that only seemed to fuel him more.
Your legs trembled, thighs slick, fingers digging into his shoulders, and yet he didn’t let up. His hand held your hip in place like you were trying to run and he expected you to try.
But how could you? You were pinned, wrecked, and unraveling under him.
“I told you what would happen if you kept posting those thirst traps,” he grunted, eyes never leaving the place where his fingers disappeared inside you. “You think those fuckers online deserve to see what’s mine?”
“I—I just thought—” you gasped.
“You didn’t think,” he growled darkly, leaning closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You posted that knowing exactly what it’d do to me.”
His brows lifted as he slowly dragged his fingers out of your cunt before slamming them back in with a wet slap.
Your body jolted, a loud moan tearing from your throat, clenching around his fingers shamelessly. He curled them just right, thumb adding enough pressure on your sensitive clit, fingertips kissing that sweetest spot. Your lashes were damp and face was flushed.
"Chang—bin—," The erotically loud moan that echoed off your walls clung onto the air, the slick sounds of his fingers abusing your walls left you a trembling mess.
You felt a tingle build so hard, so fast that all you could do was breath erratically, scarring your nails on his skin.
It felt like a wave that was about to crash and destroy everything in its way and as if he could sense it coming, he slowed his pace and pulled his digits out of your greedy cunt, making you scream for the ruined orgasm.
"Changbin fuck! You—" your words were cut short and before you knew it, you were pushed on all fours onto the mattress, a hand roughly fisting your hair pulling you back flush against his clothed chest.
"Act like a slut and you'll get treated like one." He growled harshly. "And if you want me to stop, all you have to do is to say it. Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath fanned across your pink tipped ears, fisting your hair just a bit harder.
Did you want him to stop? You couldn't even form a coherent thought.
This was a rough side of Changin you never saw, never knew that existed within him and the thrill of him using you like a toy he could easily toss around and play with only outrageously turned you on even more.
"Tell me," he pulled your hair again and you shook your head trembling under his grasp.
"Ngh—no—" You gasped and that was all it took.
Tears leaked down your cheeks under the force of his hands on your hot skin, roughly running his fingertips over you as you heard the clink of his belt unbuckling. His pants were discarded, joining the bundle of your clothes on the floor, pressing himself over you, you felt the thickness of him pressing against your back.
He was hot and hard and without even getting a view of his cock, you could feel that he was girthier than what you imagined. His hand slid under you, cupping the ample of your breast under his palm, squeezing and rolling the erect nipple with his fingers.
"Sweet little slut is about to get ruined. Fuck, you have no idea how long I have been thinking of this baby..."
His words had you squeezing your eyes shut only for it to fly open when he wrapped his hand around your neck, turning you enough to see the fire in his eyes.
The devilish smirk curled the corner of his mouth, his hand trailing down the valley of your stomach before they pressed on your aching clit. You jolted again as he circled the nub, angling himself behind you.
You didn't even register the sharp cry that teared out of your throat was yours, when he pushed you forward, forcing his thick cock to open your walls, pushing himself into your tight little cunt until he was sheathed inside you, yet a good two inches was left uncovered.
"That's it. Take it just like that.”
Another cry along with a deep growl echoed off the walls, your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets beneath you, he rolled his hips while letting you adjust to the sheer size of his length.
"Bin—too much—" you couldn't take it anymore, the tears were unstoppable, your voice was broken and your body was stretched in a mix of pain and pleasure, it hurt so good.
"Shh you can take it," he slowly thrust once, "you will take it,” his words were met with another.
And then his pace began, starting slow then building harder, faster and filthier, the slap of skin against skin as his pelvis met the plush of your ass.
Your breasts bounced with each thrust, skin hot and sensitive, hair a mess and face soaked in tears. You were bound for a noise complaint from your neighbours later on because of the bangs of the headboard against the wall, you screaming his name and Bin's curses mixed with his growls.
His hand held your tummy to keep you in place as he drilled your tiny hole, he could feel the movement of his cock pushing in and sliding out of you, evidence of how he was rearranging your guts.
Your drenched pussy greedily swallowed him even though each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, you could only let him use you the way he wanted because every single thought had vanished out of your brain.
A sting of his palm meeting your ass made you jolt, body trembling violently and then you felt your neck landing in between his bicep and forearm, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
Talk about getting your fantasies of being headlocked getting fulfilled while being fucked to insanity by your "just a friend".
"Will you post any more thirst traps that aren't for me again doll?" He whispered menacingly, slowing down his pace but not stopping, arm tightening just a bit but not hard enough to crush your windpipe.
You shook your head trembling, holding onto his bicep. You could hear him smirk basically as he brushed his lips on your damp hair, pulling out grunting and letting go of your body but before you could feel the emptiness, he had tossed you onto your back, towering over you.
He leaned down, pressing his lips over your tear soaked cheeks, wiping away the streaks. "Shh, shh...Just take me baby, don't fight alright?"
He cooed, almost in faux sympathy, dragging the head of his cock along your slick, oversensitive folds, making your legs tremble.
“Good girl, that’s it… let me in,” he muttered against your skin, voice rasping like gravel.
The restretch made your back arch off the sheets, a sharp whine breaking free, but his hand was on your throat again, grounding you.
His pace was merciless—each thrust deliberate, deep enough to make you whimper his name like a prayer. He watched where you joined with possessed eyes, placing your hand over your tummy so you could feel the bulge of his cock going in and out of you.
“Bin—” you choked out, voice breaking between pleasure and the sting of tears, but he cut you off with a sharp kiss, swallowing whatever protest you might’ve had left.
“That’s all I want,” he growled, hips snapping into you. “Just you. Dripping, crying, begging.”
Your nails clawed at his biceps, thighs quaking as the heat built unbearably fast. He ate your sobs with bruising kisses, teeth catching your bottom lip as he pushed you past the edge.
“Come for me,” his voice was low, commanding, breaking as he slammed deeper.
“Come on my cock and show me you’ll never tease me with those fucking pictures again.”
The coil inside you snapped, body convulsing as you spilled around him, and his rhythm faltered, rough grunts filling the air before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you, painting your walls white.
Changbin stayed pressed against you, chest heaving over yours, letting his weight comfort rather than dominate.
“You okay doll?” he murmured, voice low, softer than before, almost tender. He brushed damp hair from your face and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.
You nodded, unable to form words, your body was utterly spent and exhausted.
"Good girl," he whispered again, and this time it wasn’t a command, it was pride, awe, affection all tangled together. "You did so well…"
You shivered at the possessiveness, the warmth of it, letting the tension from earlier melt away. He pressed small kisses along your temple and jawline, murmuring soft, meaningless words that made your heart swell.
“Next time,” he said, voice husky but gentle, “we handle things…a little differently. No posting pictures teasing me. Deal?”
“Deal,” you breathed, inhaling his sweaty scent, nodding against his chest.
Oh ivy you’re the sweetest thing I’ve come across… I think my heart is just a bit shaky hahaha because reallyyy I was so surprised to see a reply 😭
I mean authors don’t need to reply to rbs because like??? They already blessed us with their work, but your words honestly made my day ❤️
And honestly, I never spilt myself nearly enough in that rb. Your writing is TRULY MAGNETIC. like I was just scrolling… saw the pic of Chris holding the cat, went crazy and just peeked at the post 😭 but you reeled me right in and istg that piece healed a part of my SOUL. Thank you for writing it and thank you for sharing it, I feel so lucky to have read a piece that kinda feels like it was pulled out of a scared part of your heart too… because you know how they say you can see an author in their work… ahhh you’re just so sweet and it shone through your writing. 🩷 thank you for sharing your little masterpieces 💞 and I promise to try my best to support all your future works 🤭🩷
I hope you have the best day ever 🩷 sending you lots and lots and lots of hugs and forehead kisses 😚
SHUDDUP SHUDDUP!! You want me to ugly cry (happy tears ofc) or what???😭 STOPP hahahhaha, let's calm your heart baby, lemme give you a Biiiggg Hugggg🫂
I dunno if other authors reply to reblogs, but I always try to coz I wanna connect with my readers and thank you all for spending your time to read my work🥹 Ya'lls comments are always motivating for me to continue doing this silly lil hobby😆
And you gotta STAAWWPP being such a cutiepie, or else I might bite ya😭 As a cat lover, that idea was looming in my head for quite a while, so when I finally got some time to breathe, I didn't waste a second and just spilled it all on my notes app, I'm just so happy to see that you've enjoyed that one shot so much😭It's really heartwarming to hear such kind words from you, THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH MLL!!! You being here is the biggest support itself, I'm so grateful🩷
I wish you a wonderful day as well baby, stay hydrated, take care and I hope to feed your delulus as much as I can🤭 (And thank you for the forhead kisses😭😭😭I'm such a sucker for it😭😭😭)
Sorry for my disappearance, I'm the universe's favourite punching bag, so I had to go deal with some adult things (I still am) and I'm not having a the best week so far...
Synopsis: When's the best time to ask him for a new addition to the household? When he's in the middle of loving you obviously.
Warnings: SMUT 🔞. Unprotected sex. A bit rough then sweet, fluff fluff, a bit of humour, pet names.
Minors do no interact!!!
Note: Sorry for my inactivity, I've been busy with work and things, I didn't get much time to write. Here's a quick short one shot I came up with when waiting for the train.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
Soft rain drops pattered gently against the windows, a soothing lullaby in the background of your dimly lit shared bedroom.
The air was thick with sex and love, sheets tangled around your bodies, skin to skin, breath on breath, limbs twined like muscle memory.
It wasn't a rough night but rather slow and sweet, the kind of night when even silence felt like a conversation.
Chan was hovering over you, his weight carefully bracing on his arm while his other hand held you, rocking his hips, letting out a gentle growl.
His mouth met the hollow of your throat, then your collarbones, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as your legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
"So fucking good for me baby," his voice rumbled across your chest and you pulled him deeper, your walls fluttering around the thick length of his cock disappearing inside of your sloppy cunt.
A moan escaped your throat, nails dragging across his shoulder blades, the warmth between you building like the night had nowhere else to be.
You loved when he was like this. Focused. Gentle. Making love to you like he had all the time in the world.
Your wrapped your arms around his neck, making his eyes lock with yours, before you leaned up, pressing your lips on his, slipping your tongue past in, swallowing his sounds of pleasure.
You pulled back just a bit, to look back into his whiskey eyes, before the question that has been going through your mind for the last few days slipped out.
"Channie," you mumbled between a moan and a breathless giggle, voice quiet against the sound of flesh against flesh.
"Hmm?" His brows furrowed gently, lips lightly swollen.
“If I let you finish,” you murmured, barely holding back a smile, “can I get a cat?”
He blinked. Then froze mid thrust. Like he was trying to compute whether he heard you right while still buried inside you.
“…What?”
"Pretty please?" You cooed, raking your fingers through his sweat damp hair. "A small Ragdoll or a Persian or even an orange one. You can choose," you clenched around him involuntarily making him grunt as you spoke.
"Can we get a kitty?"
Chan was still frozen above you, blinking like his brain had just bluescreened. You watched, amused, as about five different emotions flickered across his face in rapid succession.
“…Did you just bribe me with sex for a cat?” he asked, breathless, hips twitching as if debating whether to punish you or pull out and give you a full interrogation.
You gave a small, devilish grin. “Depends. Is it working?”
He let out a groan—half frustration, half admiration—and pressed above you, still careful not to crush you with this weight, nose brushing yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled into your cheek, but you could feel the smile pulling at his lips.
“And yet,” you teased, "you’re still inside me."
His laugh was muffled against your throat. “I swear, you only pull this kind of shit when I’m literally balls deep in you.” He nipped at your jaw lightly, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again.
“A cat, baby?”
Before you could reply, his hips snapped forward in a hard thrust that made you gasp loudly, making you arch into him and he continued, tearing another gasp.
"You,"—thrust—"want a cat?" He pushed again then stopped mid thrust, making you whimper for breaking his pace.
"Yeah, I want a cat. We can—ah—," he slammed into you before you could finish the sentence. Your walls hugged him tighter, making him half moan and growl as he drilled harder into your greedy cunt.
"Go on, you were saying baby?" Chan drawled, voice smug and wrecked at the same time. His thrusts slowed to a cruel pace, pulling all the way out until only the tip teased your entrance, then sliding back in with a languid grind that had your toes curling.
You clutched at his shoulders, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. “I—Chan—”
His grin turned devilish. “Come on, I wanna hear it. Tell me all about this kitty you want while I’m buried deep in this sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck—” you choked on the curse as he angled his hips and hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
He groaned low, cock twitching from how tightly your walls hugged him. “You feel that? No kitty talk eh? Only dick.”
You could’ve cried from how good it felt, from how ridiculous he was, from the fact that you knew he’d say yes in the end and was just dragging this out to mess with you.
“I-It could sleep at the end of the bed,” you gasped out stubbornly, clawing at his back. “It wouldn’t bother you—”
He snorted. “You think anything could sleep when you sound like this under me? You want that innocent creature to watch you get wrecked or what?"
To prove his point, he pistoned into you again, faster now, his rhythm building with every slick, filthy slap of skin against skin.
You let out a loud breathy moan, your nails digging crescents into his back as your hips bucked instinctively to meet his thrusts.
Each roll of his hips was deeper, filthier, like he was determined to fuck the idea of a cat right out of your brain.
It was working. Or maybe not.
“Chan—Channie—”
“What, baby?” he panted, voice husky. “That little cat still on your mind? Or is your brain too dumbed out from my cock to remember what you were bribing me for?”
You whimpered—part scandalized, part turned on beyond belief. Chan's mouth twitched at your reaction. He loved seeing you like this. Falling apart while still trying to argue.
“You were gonna say?” he prompted, cock grinding right into that spot again, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Hmm? Something about how it’ll behave? Maybe we can train it to wait outside the room when you’re on your knees for me?”
Your eyes rolled back at the mental image, your body already trembling again from how close you were, feeling the tight knot down at the base of your spine close to snapping.
“You’re awful,” you breathed.
“And you,” he groaned, dipping to suck a bruise into your collarbone, “are a terrible negotiator. You bring up cats mid-fuck and expect me to say no?”
“Then say yes,” you moaned, clenching around him, your voice climbing pitch with every deep thrust. “Just say yes and I’ll—I’ll be good.”
He smirked against your skin, his thumb finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You’re already being so good for me, baby. Look at you, shaking under me and begging for a kitten while getting fucked.”
“Chan—!”
He didn’t let up, pushing into you so fast now it was maddening.
“You want a cat?” he whispered, nose brushing your cheek as he kissed the corner of your lips. “You'll get a cat. But you better come hard for me. Cream all over this cock, baby. Show me you really deserve it.”
The earlier gentle rolls of his hips now turned punishing and ruthless, pounding into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall.
You didn’t even have time to process the demand before it slammed into you, your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, thighs shaking, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes as your walls spasmed around him.
You let out a high, broken cry, nails clawing into his skin as your entire body writhed beneath him.
“Fuck, that’s it—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking pretty when you come,” Chan gritted through his teeth, barely holding on as he watched you fall apart.
“Gonna fill you up, yeah? Stuff you full and then we can go get you a kitten with my cum dripping down your thighs. How’s that sound?”
You whimpered something incoherent, your body too wrecked to argue. With one final thrust, Chan's head fell between your neck and shoulder, hot white ribbons painting your insides, his body twitching as he collapsed, breaths ragged from the force of it.
You held him close, inhaling the musky scent of his colonge clinging onto his sweaty skin, the two of you remained tangled in each other till you caught your breaths.
His cock was sheathed inside your warm cunt till the continuous twitching stopped, yet after he remained in as if he couldn't let you go.
After what was like long minutes, he slowly slid out, dropping to your side, pulling you into his chest.
He leaned forward, capturing your lips, all tongue, hot and messy, almost as if he couldn't get enough of the way your mouth tasted.
"So," you pulled back softly, "what are we going to name him?" You asked, tracing lazy circles over his chest.
Chan let out a groggy laugh, eyes closing, his arm snug around your waist. “You mean if he survives watching his owners rail each other into the mattress every night?”
You slapped his chest gently, giggling. “Stop. He’ll be innocent.”
“He’ll be traumatized,” Chan said without missing a beat, cracking one eye open to look at you. His gaze was soft, heavy-lidded, full of affection.
"I suppose I like the name Mochi." He said after a few seconds. "Round, sweet and soft, like his mommy."
Your cheeks bloomed in a faint shade of pink and you nuzzled close into Chan's chest, holding him as close as humanly possible.
"I like that name." You mumbled.
Chan kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you, smiling, mentally preparing himself to bring a new addition into the household.
***
For the next few weeks, you and Chan rearranged your apartment to welcome a kitten and went to the local shelter to find a baby to give him a new home.
Today was finally the day to bring him home.
The shelter was quiet that morning, warm beams of sunlight spilling through the windows and casting soft glows on the tiled floors. You stood beside Chan, your fingers laced with his, the anticipation buzzing low in your chest like static.
“This is it,” you whispered, eyes flitting from one small enclosure to another, all filled with twitching whiskers, lazy stretches, and sleepy meows.
Chan gave your hand a small squeeze. “We’re really doing this.” He sounded a little in awe.
You walked slowly past each enclosure, the two of you crouching down now and then to coo at the kittens. There was a loud ginger tabby pouncing on its siblings, a jet-black ball of fluff who hissed at everything, and a quiet white one that refused to wake up.
Then you saw him.
A light grey tabby kitten with darker stripes along its head and body and impossibly round eyes looking up at you both curiously. He blinked sleepily up at you, then gave a tiny chirp and trotted right to the front of the enclosure, pawing at the glass like he’d been waiting for you.
Your heart clenched.
“Chan,” you whispered, voice breaking into a smile. “It’s him.”
Chan crouched down beside you, eyes wide with gentle wonder. The kitten tilted his head, then flopped on his side dramatically, tiny pink paws stretching out as if to say, take me home already.
You giggled, wiping at the corner of your eye, surprised to find yourself tearing up. “I love him.”
Chan looked over at you, soft and still, then kissed your temple.
“Then he’s ours.”
~
The ride back home was filled meows from the carrier and the sound of your giggles as Mochi pawed at the door, desperate to be let out.
Chan kept glancing over at you at red lights, his heart doing ridiculous things at the way you cooed and whispered to your new fur baby like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Once you reached home, Chan opened the door, letting Mochi step into his new home. The cat who was acting like he was in jail now took careful steps as he came out of the carrier, his big eyes curiously looking around his surroundings.
You and Chan sat cross-legged on the floor, watching as the little guy took his first tentative steps. He sniffed the rug, pawed at a plush toy, then turned and meowed—a soft, questioning little chirp before he walked towards Chan.
Your eyes widened as he pawed Chan’s knee, then—without hesitation—hopped onto his lap with all the confidence of a kitten who’d already chosen his favorite human.
Chan froze, mouth parted in disbelief. “Did I just get picked?”
You giggled, leaning your cheek against your knee as you watched the scene unfold. “He knows who the real pushover is.”
Chan scoffed, but his hand instinctively reached down, gently scratching behind Mochi’s tiny ears. The kitten let out a happy purr, quiet at first, then growing louder as he curled up into a little ball right in the center of Chan’s lap.
Your heart clenched at the sight, so much love unfolding that it felt overwhelming in the best way imaginable. You crawled closer and rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as Chan wrapped an arm around you, careful not to disturb the sleeping kitten on his lap.
Mochi twitched once in his sleep, then purred continuing with his slumber, dreaming whatever cats dreamt of.
Chan turned slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know, I never imagined this would be us. I didn’t think I’d be the guy sitting on the floor with a kitten asleep on my lap and my girl leaning on me like this.”
“And yet,” you murmured, eyes still closed, “here you are. Daddy.”
He groaned. “Please don’t call me that while the cat’s present.”
You laughed, and the sound made something flutter in his chest. Like everything was finally falling into place.
Eventually, you all ended up on the couch, the three of you tangled together, Chan stretched out with you curled next to him and Mochi sleeping contently on his chest, purring like a little engine.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Mmh?”
“I’d let you bribe me a thousand times over if it means more nights like this.”
You smiled, pressing a long, soft kiss onto his cheek.
Another one 1k in a row!! I'm literally sobbing happy tears rn🥹🫶🏻 However this one was actually so random, I didn't expect it to receive this much attention😭 Thank you for reading and reblogging🩷
A Stray Kids one shot (requested by @stephanieeeyang. Tysm!)
Synopsis: Why just one when you can have both? And both are just as down bad as you are for them. Alexa, play "Same damn time".
Warnings: SMUT 🔞 after some plot. Uni AU. A pinch of tension. Unprotected sex. Pure FLITH. 3some (first time writing this), double penetration, drunk confessions, mentions of alcohol , dirty talk, rough & gentle HyunChan, cursing, creampie, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, rounds, praises, degradation, aftercare, name calling, pet names.
Minors do not interact!!!
Note: Everytime I write something I always think to myself, "This can't get any filthier." I'm always fucking wrong LMFAO. Some things mentioned might seem unrealistic(?), but again, this is fiction. And the story was sent by this ask.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it.
Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
The city buzzed under your feet, somewhere between excitement and the nightlife. The usual gang—the guys and you—walked together, heading to a late dinner after an afternoon of wandering through art galleries and overpriced thrift shops.
However, you stayed somewhere near the back, not because you didn’t want to walk with them, but because he was up front—Bang Chan, with his sun-warmed smile and easy laugh, chatting with the guys like he wasn’t unknowingly the reason you kept stealing glances.
The cold breeze brushed past your skin, making a few strands of hair fly over your face, you pulled your jacked tighter over you, releasing a slow breath through your nose but your eyes still wandering towards that one certain curly haired boy you just couldn't resist as much as you tried.
You’d liked him for a while now safe to say but quietly. Hopelessly.
"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."
You flinched hard at the sound of that deep, rich voice, as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice on you, jerking you away from your thoughts.
You turned to see Hyunjin casually walking along with you, his hands slipped into the pockets of his pants, that smug smirk tugging the corner of his lips.
"I was walking fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes at him, turning your focus back to the street, following the guys, glancing around at the nightlife.
"Hmm," Hyunjin hummed, his gaze still on you from the corners of his eyes but walking nonchalantly, his height itself a distraction.
Goodness as if one man hasn't already taken over your thoughts. But...it's not wrong to like two men at once right?
"Well, it's not like you're dating Chan anyway."
The voice in the back of your mind said, when another intervened, "What happened to loyalty?'
Shut up.
You muttered that louder than intended, making Hyunjin arch a brow at you.
"Sorry I—" you stuttered. Gosh girl you're an embarrassment aren't you?
The voices in your head just wouldn't shut up.
"These guys are just walking this far for no reason." Hyunjin said, looking straight at Jisung and Felix who were already arguing about the menu, then halted suddenly.
"Wanna take a shortcut with me?" He asked, cocking his head to a sketchy looking alley.
One look down the alley and it was clear, it was dimly lit, tucked between a department store and some old boutique hotel, and absolutely not where the rest of the group was headed.
You hesitated.
But Hyunjin just stood there, hands still in his pockets, watching you with a lazy, almost amused curiosity.
“C’mon,” he said, his voice low, the kind that vibrated through your spine instead of your ears. “It loops back to the main street. I’ve taken it before.”
You looked up the sidewalk. Chan was still walking ahead, shoulders bouncing lightly as he laughed at something Changbin said. He didn’t even look back.
You met Hyunjin's gaze and before your brain protested, you were walking into the dimly lit street with him.
He didn't say anything, the world behind you dimmed, swallowed by the narrow corridor and the gentle thud of your boots on the pavement. It was quiet here, save for the hum of a neon hotel sign and the distant honk of a taxi somewhere nearby.
You tucked your hands into your sleeves, feeling the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence just beside you. Neither of you spoke at first. Not until—
“Chris doesn’t know, does he?”
You turned toward him sharply, heart lurching. “Know what?”
Hyunjin chuckled, low and dry. “That you look at him like that.”
Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to say something then closed it, opened it again before your teeth dug into your bottom lip.
All you had to do was deny it. Just say, "What are you talking about?", but your silence spoke louder than your words could have.
“It’s cute,” Hyunjin added, hands still casually stuffed in his pockets, eyes ahead like he hadn’t just read you like a book. “You think he hasn’t noticed, but trust me. We’re guys. We notice.”
"Hyunjin," you warned him, unsure what you were warning him against.
How can your heart long for two guys at once? It felt wrong but well Cupid's been feeling bored apparently so you're his victim this time.
Your pulse picked up. You didn’t like where this was going—until Hyunjin's earlier words hit—"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."
Then suddenly, a cart, metal, greasy and loud came rolling out of nowhere from a side garage. You didn’t even see it in time. One second you were walking calmly with your thoughts elsewhere with Hyunjin, the next you stumbled sideways, heart shooting into your throat as the cart clipped your boot.
You braced to fall—Oh god, oh god—
—but Hyunjin caught you.
His arms slipped around your waist just in time, holding you just inches from the cold pavement. You clutched at his chest for balance, your faces close— way too close.
You could feel his breath on your cheek, see the faint mole under his eye, watch the amusement in his eyes flicker into something deeper. His fingers didn’t move. His hold didn’t loosen.
"Thanks." You let out a laugh. Nervous. Short. He didn’t laugh.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice softer now, lower. You nodded, but your eyes hadn’t moved from his. Neither had his from yours.
His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, the fingertips tracing a line on your jaw as the thumb touched your bottom lip.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his sculptured features and those killing eyes that looked straight into your soul.
Hyunjin leaned in and your breath caught.
His hand slid to the small of your back, his forehead brushing yours—and your brain screamed Chan, no, yes, what are you doing—
You turned your head, just in time.
“Wait,” you breathed out. “You’re… aren’t you with Jiwoo or something?”
His lips barely halted. His brow twitched in mild irritation, like he’d been pulled from a trance. Then he huffed a laugh. “Jiwoo? God no. I don’t know why everyone thinks that.”
He pulled back, just slightly. His hands were still on you. You could still feel where he’d held you.
And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about Chan. You were thinking about Hyunjin’s lips and how close they were. How soft he looked. How sharp he felt.
Your hands pressed on his chest, you could have sworn you felt his heart thudding behind his ribcage. You licked your lips before they parted, as if you invited him yourself.
You kissed him.
It was warm. Deep. Pillow-soft with the kind of careful hunger that left you gasping for air. He tasted like cinnamon gum and the thrill of a bad idea.
And you broke it first.
“We can’t,” you whispered, wiping your lips. “We'll get caught.”
"No one is going to catch us baby," he said lowly before capturing your lips again this time, half harshly half gently, slipping his tongue past yours, angling your head to let himself get more access.
Your hands fisted his hoodie, not stopping him, pressing your body against him, not knowing the world was blurring around you and not knowing a pair of familiar eyes witnessed something you wish they didn't.
You could feel every line of him against you—his warmth, his breath, his hunger. But suddenly… you felt cold.
Like being watched. You pulled away. Hyunjin opened his eyes slowly, like he’d just woken from a dream. “Why’d you stop?” he whispered, still close enough for your noses to brush.
You glanced at the entrance of the alle, hoping to catch someone, but that feeling of being watched disappeared as quickly as it formed.
"We should go," you said, your voice quieter than you meant, barely audible over the faint city hum.
Hyunjin looked at you, his jaw slackening just a little as he took in the shift, the sudden cold behind your eyes. His gaze searched yours for something, maybe permission to keep going, maybe an explanation… but you were already turning away.
“Yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he followed behind.
Eventually you made it to the restaurant, right on time before they all entered, almost nobody had noticed your brief disappearance.
You tried to play it cool and went close to Felix and Han, politely starting a conversation with them to get away, to distract your mind from two guys who had your brain lagging.
You didn’t look at Hyunjin, didn't dare to, but you felt him. The weight of his gaze. The silent question in it.
He took a seat two chairs down, next to Changbin, his jaw clenched and tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he dropped into the chair a little harder than necessary.
Then Chan, who was looking at you but wasn’t smiling. His brows weren’t furrowed in anger, either. No, his expression was calm. Too calm.
His gaze was steady and unreadable, but just behind his soft brown irises, there was something hollow.
Your gut feeling of being watched was right. He did see you. But your mind was way too fogged with the remnants of the kiss and chatter of the guys around you to ask how.
The conversation at the table rose and dipped around you like waves, but you were drowning in it, barely able to answer Han when he asked if you were going to share dessert later.
Hyunjin hadn’t said a word.
Chan hadn’t looked at you again.
So you sat there, between the two boys you couldn’t stop thinking about, pretending like your heart wasn’t wrecked over both of them in different, equally devastating ways.
~
The week after the dinner passed by in a blur, mostly because you distracted yourself with assignments, classes and the gym.
At the beginning it seemed fun that you shared a few classes with guys but now after the tension rising between you, Chan and Hyunjin at the restaurant that night, you cursed the universe for putting the three of you in the same class.
And for making your professor group you into working together for a project.
"I'll do my part and text you when I'm done," Hyunjin said, typing away on his phone, not bothering to look up at you or Chan, before he walked out of the classroom.
Your heart sank like someone had thrown it in the ocean tied to a stone.
You could hear the quiet shuffle of his bag, the creak of his chair, and the sound of your own breath as you avoided his eyes and stacked your notes with trembling fingers.
“I can drop you home,” he said after a beat. His voice was gentle, casual, too casual for how it curled under your skin and made your stomach flip.
You looked at Chan, feeling tired to protest so you gently nodded, smiling, walking along with him outside the class towards the parking lot.
The car ride was quiet. Rain drizzled lightly outside, streaking across the windshield as city lights blurred into soft golds and reds.
You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, fiddling with the strap of your bag, acutely aware of the space between you.
Chan had one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly against his thigh, and his jaw was set like he was chewing back something.
You wondered if he was avoiding your eyes because he didn’t want you to see what they’d say. Or maybe, you were the one who wasn’t ready to listen.
You finally broke. “Are you alright?”
Chan didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained fixed on the road. Then he muttered, "I am."
Your heart sank deeper, so many emotions raging inside your body, you wanted to scream, to run away, to cry? You didn't know, it just felt overwhelming.
"Why are you being cold?" You asked gently, your voice almost blended with the sound of the quiet engine.
He didn’t answer at first.
The only sound in the car was the rhythmic swipe of the windshield wipers and the hum of the tires gliding along the wet asphalt.
His jaw flexed once. Twice. Then he exhaled, like he’d been holding something in for far too long.
“I’m not,” he said finally, but it was the kind of answer someone gave when they didn’t want to explain the storm behind it.
“Yes, you are,” you whispered. “You haven’t looked at me the same since—”
"I'm just tired, okay? That's it." His tone was sharp but it felt cruel, a sound you never heard from him and that sliced your heart into shreds.
You weren’t sure what hurt more—the sharpness of his voice, or the fact that he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.
"Oh," you said finally, your voice so small you weren’t sure if it was even audible over the low hum of the car.
Chan rubbed a hand over his face, breathing out slowly like he regretted the way it came out but didn’t know how to take it back. His eyes stayed forward, watching the rain trickle down the windshield in lazy streaks.
“I didn’t mean that,” he muttered, but it sounded forced.
"You don’t have to lie, you know," you said quietly, almost to the window instead of him. "If you’re mad at me, just be mad."
"I’m not mad." His grip tightened on the steering wheel.
You looked at him, at the way his lashes cast soft shadows over his cheek, the way his lips pressed into a flat, unreadable line.
You felt your heart drop. Like the air had left the car completely. Your fingernails bit into your palms as you stared down at your lap, fighting the sting in your eyes.
He finally reached your apartment. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of your building, headlights casting pale yellow light across the front step. You undid your seatbelt quietly, the soft click almost deafening in the silence between you.
You didn’t move to get out. Neither did he.Your hand hovered near the door handle, and then...paused. You looked at him again, giving him a small, broken smile and opened the door.
The cold night air rushed in. You stepped out.
"Thanks for the ride." You didn’t look back when you closed the door. Didn’t see the way Chan stared at the empty passenger seat long after you disappeared behind your building door.
He never told you he saw.
And maybe that was the part that would haunt you most.
~
"Yeah, he said the flight is..." The corridor was buzzing with the sound of students walking past each other, conversations and then morning rush filling the air.
You made it to uni looking like you had quite a night—swollen lips, puffy eyes, pink cheeks.
Have you been crying all night? Yes.
As you turned the corner into the open student lounge area, your steps faltered. There they were. Chan and Hyunjin.
Leaning casually against the vending machine counter, steaming takeout coffees in hand, mid-conversation like nothing was wrong.
Like your heart hadn’t been flipped, twisted, wrung out over and over for the past week.
Chan laughed softly at something Hyunjin said, his dimple flashing faintly as he sipped his coffee. Hyunjin, was in his usual oversized bomber, leaned back on his elbows, head tilted with that same relaxed charm he always carried.
Their eyes flicked up. Both pairs met yours.
You just stood there, half asleep, your hand clutching the strap of your bag, the hood and a few strands of hair covering your face.
"What happened to you?" Hyunjin asked, masking a playful teasing tone that felt distantly familiar. You arched an eyebrow at him then rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"Just spent the night finishing my part of the project. We can hand it in today."
You said, trying your best to hide the fact that you had been crying over two guys that drove you to insanity but they were here, sipping coffee like it was another normal day.
It was a normal day. Your hormones are well—when are the hormones ever kind right?
Hyunjin blinked at your response, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a lazy smirk. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he took another sip of coffee.
“And here I was thinking you just decided to cry over us.” Your heart stopped, your breath catching in your throat you almost choked on it.
You huffed a dry laugh, brushing past it. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Chan didn’t say anything. Not at first. He was looking at the floor, his cup halfway to his lips, taking another sip.
Then he looked back at Hyunjin and said, "We should celebrate. We’re finally done with that damn thing."
Your brows lifted in surprise.
Hyunjin turned toward Chan, a brow arched, almost as if he was waiting for him to say more, but when he didn’t, Hyunjin grinned and shrugged. "Yeah. Our place tonight?"
You hesitated. For a second, no longer than a breath.
Your gut screamed: don’t do it.
Your heart whispered: go.
“Sure,” you said. “If there’s snacks.”
Chan gave a breath of a laugh. “I’ll get them.”
You hated how it made your chest flutter. You hated how effortlessly he could undo you.
"Come after seven," Hyunjin added, tapping his phone screen, already texting something you assumed was details or some silly group chat. "Don’t be late."
And just like that, the conversation moved on. They resumed their back-and-forth about professors, and why Minho had ghosted the group chat again.
But you… you stayed quiet. Your head was already spiraling. Because tonight, you were going to walk into their apartment, their space. After everything.
After the kiss.
After the silence.
***
The TV played some nameless reality show, the table spread out with Chinese takeout and Soju.
Thank god tomorrow is a Saturday.
You had finished your share of noodles, accompanied with a few dumplings and a pudding, and now your mind was all groggy after a few sips of alcohol.
Your alcohol tolerance was quite low, so even just a few shots of soju was enough to have you tipsy.
The half cold, half bitter liquid ran down your throat as you chugged it down mixed with coke, your chest heaving in a loud breath.
Chan glanced at you then at Hyunjin who was watching you concerned. Chan leaned forward, taking the glass away from you and pushing the alcohol bottles back.
"That's enough," he said, his voice almost like it was floating past your head. "You've drank a lot."
You tried to open your eyes to look at him, but they struggled and you smiled lazily, blinking slowly.
"I only had one si—sip," you hiccuped, sounding like you weren't tipsy but actually drunk.
Hyunjin moved first. He rose from his spot beside the coffee table, his long fingers curling gently around your wrist as he crouched beside you. His touch was careful, almost hesitant—like you were fragile, and one wrong move would shatter you completely.
“Here,” he said quietly, holding a glass of water out to you. You blinked at him again, unfocused and soft, but your fingers reached for the glass. Your hand barely wrapped around it before he helped you lift it to your lips.
The water felt cool, grounding, but it did nothing to stop the heat prickling beneath your skin. The one brought on not by the soju, but by them.
Hyunjin's eyes didn’t leave your face as you took a few sips. Neither did Chan’s. You could feel his stare, burning into your side like a silent question.
“Good girl,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
The words slid over you like silk.
“Thaaank youuu,” you whispered with a lopsided smile, letting out a small breath as Hyunjin set the glass down.
Your head leaned slightly toward him like your body was betraying the secret you had shoved deep down all week.
His hand came up to steady you, fingers brushing your jaw as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.
"Careful," Chan said, still watching, voice tight.
You turned your head slowly toward Chan, eyes hooded and lips parted, your voice a whisper, not from nerves, but from truth.
"I want both of you."
The room went still.
The TV still played in the background, the sound of someone crying over burnt rice or a missed love confession. But here, in this dimly lit apartment, it was like time hit pause.
Hyunjin froze, his body supporting your lazy form, laying on the side of his chest.
Chan stared, his lips parted slightly, brows drawing together like he was trying to figure out if he heard you right or if it was just the alcohol talking.
But you didn’t stop talking.
"I want you both. At the same time," you repeated, slower this time, the words tasting like warmth and shame and something heavier, like relief.
"Hyunjin…" you turned toward him. "You kissed me like you meant it."
Then to Chan. "But you…Chan...God, you look at me like you already know how I fall apart."
Neither of them said a word. Just stared at each other then at you, your half limp body laid on Hyunjin.
"Sweetheart," Chan started softly, like he was talking to a child, "You've had too much, you need to rest."
"But I haven't!" You squeaked, lifting your body up and falling into Chan's arms who caught you with a blink of an eye, arms strong and steady.
"I tried not to ruin things. I tried to choose. But—but the truth is…I—I don’t want to."
Your face pressed to his chest, your fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt, and his scent wrapped around you like a sigh.
Chan’s jaw tensed above you, but he didn’t say anything. His hand just rubbed slow, reassuring circles over your back.
Hyunjin looked at the two of you, his heart clenching with something so painfully close to possessiveness, but he kept his guard down, only focusing on your words that kept slipping out.
"I...I ruined us didn't I...?" You slurred, half sleepy, half drunk, turning to see Hyunjin through your hazy vision.
There was silence. Not the kind that hurts but the kind that listens.
"No baby," Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek, his eyes were impossibly soft, "You didn't ruin anything." He whispered.
You leaned into Hyunjin's hand, your body sagging onto Chan's, taking a slow deep breath as your eyes fluttered close then opened.
"I want you both so...so...bad."
Chan exhaled slowly, his breath warming your temple. "You’re drunk, sweetheart," he murmured again, softer this time. "We’re not going to take advantage of that."
Your chest squeezed painfully at his words, because of course he was right. Of course he would be the one to stay grounded when your world was spinning.
You could feel Hyunjin watching, but you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes again.
"But I need, hmmf," you tilted your head up, slightly enough to meet Chan's gaze.
"You...and..," you looked at Hyunjin, "...and you..."
Your finger lifted clumsily between them both, like a declaration with no rules, no permission asked. Hyunjin leaned forward slowly, as if every inch toward you cost him restraint.
His hand, still cupping your cheek, brushed his thumb gently beneath your eye. "You’re not thinking clearly right now, angel," he said, voice tender. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
But you did.
"I do,” you murmured, softer now, eyes glistening, your lips barely moving. "I like how you," you gazed up at Chan again, "how you keep me so safe and make me feel loved and," you met Hyunjin's face, "how you want to kill anyone who gets or is too close to me..."
Chan looked at Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at Chan.
It wasn’t a stare of rivalry, it was something heavier. Like they were silently measuring each other’s resolve. Respect. History. And the girl resting in Chan’s arms like she belonged there, yet aching for Hyunjin’s touch like she needed that too.
Chan sighed through his nose, his large hand soothing up and down your back. “You’re drunk, baby. You’re saying what your heart wants, but your body can’t keep up with it tonight.”
“I can,” you mumbled, but your limbs betrayed you, barely holding their shape anymore, going soft against him like putty.
Hyunjin chuckled at your stubbornness, brushing the hair away from your temple. "No, you can’t and that’s okay."
There was no sarcasm in his tone. No teasing.
Only care. Only longing.
And the bitter sweetness of holding back.
Chan shifted slightly beneath you, readjusting your weight so he could cradle you better. “You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight. We’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing more.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “We heard you. Every word.”
Hyunjin stood up, walking over to open the door to Chan's bedroom and Chan slowly stood up as well, carrying you in his arms and this time your body fully gave up.
Chan gently laid you on the mattress and Hyunjin pulled the sheets over you, turning on the AC, the both of them watching the rise and fall of your chest, the soft curve of your hand curled against the pillow, your lips parted like you’d fallen asleep mid-sentence.
They walked out of his bedroom, in dreadful silence, closing the door gently behind them.
"She meant it," Hyunjin said quietly, voice low.
"I know," Chan replied. "The moment I saw you kiss her."
Hyunjin stiffened slightly. "You think I didn’t know?" Chan gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I knew already. And I didn’t stop it, either."
Hyunjin looked down. "Because you like her too."
"Yeah,” Chan breathed out, fingers curling into a gentle fist. "And I think… I think she loves us both."
There was a pause, heavy with things unsaid. Questions, boundaries, the slow realization that they were both walking the same tightrope.
"…So what do we do now?" Hyunjin finally asked. Chan turned to look at him, serious but soft. "We wait. Let her wake up sober. If she still wants this tomorrow—"
"We give her everything," Hyunjin finished.
Chan nodded once.
And they both meant it.
***
The sheets rustled as you turned, a strangely familiar scent invading your senses as you stirred awake.
Sunlight filtered through pale curtains, casting a soft glow across the unfamiliar space. The scent that lingered in the air was clean laundry, coffee...and them.
You blinked again.
Not your bedroom. The room was bigger, tidier, and a desk pushed up against the wall—books, headphones, hoodies strewn across them in patterns you’d come to recognise far too well. Your heart skipped.
Chan and Hyunjin’s apartment.
"I want both of you."
You sat up sharply, eyes widening.
Memories came crashing back like waves. The confession. The way Chan looked at you—serious, protective. The way Hyunjin touched your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. And the heat that simmered between the three of you, ready to boil over.
The door creaked open.
Your head snapped in that direction and then promptly forgot how to function.
There stood Hyunjin in black shorts and tank top that clung just a little too well to his torso, tousled hair falling into his eyes. Behind him came Chan, also dressed in a tank top and shorts, coffee mugs in hand.
He looked warm. Effortlessly devastating.
Hyunjin smirked. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”
Chan chuckled behind him, his voice deep and smooth.
You swallowed hard, feeling a slight pulse in the back of your head. Hyunjin set a tray on the bedside table—toast, and a tiny bowl of strawberries and Chan set the mugs down beside the tray, looking at you.
"Why don't you freshen up?" Chan said softly, "Here," he walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts.
Your fingers curled around the fabric Chan handed you—warm, soft, and smelling unmistakably like him. You blinked up at him, your heart caught somewhere between your throat and your stomach.
He wasn’t teasing. Neither of them were.
Hyunjin gave you a faint smile, softer than his usual smirks. “There's a toothbrush in the drawers. Take your time. We’ll be right here.”
You nodded slowly, hugging the tee to your chest as you padded into their bathroom. The moment the door shut, your chest heaved with a quiet breath.
Everything felt real now. No alcohol haze. No what-ifs. Just you—and the two men outside waiting like they’d already decided.
You rinsed your face with cool water, trying to calm the heat under your skin. But even that couldn’t dull the pulse steadily building between your legs. Not when their buff frames had your knees weak.
You slipped out of your clothes and bra, putting on the tee over your head. It fell easily over your frame, soft against your skin, the sleeves a bit too long, the length falling mid thigh.
You didn’t bother with pants. You didn’t want to. When you opened the door again and walked into the bedroom, both of them looked up from where they sat at each edge of the bed.
“I told you,” Hyunjin murmured, tilting his head toward Chan. “She makes it look better than you ever did.”
Chan let out a low hum of agreement, standing. He crossed to you in two easy steps.
“You okay?” Chan asked gently.
You nodded, your throat dry. “Just… feels surreal.”
“Still thinking about last night?” Hyunjin asked, but there was no teasing in his tone this time, just genuine curiosity.
You looked at him, then at Chan, both their eyes were on you. And for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty for wanting both. “I meant when I said it,” you said quietly. “I want you both. I still do.”
A grin painted Chan's face as he kneeled in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your bare thighs under the tee, “If we do this,” he murmured, “you don’t get to hide from us after. Not emotionally. Not physically.”
“O—okay,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaking.
A shiver ran straight down your spine, your thighs instinctively pressing together, but Chan’s hands were already there, gently parting them again.
You gasped when his thumbs brushed the edge of your panties, feeling just how wet and warm you’d gotten already.
He stood up, placing his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath your weights as you sat down, Hyunjin who was sitting in front of you leaned into your ear.
"That means when we fuck you,” he whispered, “we fuck you like you’re ours. Got it?"
You nodded, swallowing hard as you felt Hyunjin's face brush against your cheek.
“Lay back for us,” Chan said, standing and guiding you gently down onto the bed. “Let us take care of you.”
You laid back slowly, your heart thudding beneath your ribs, nerves dancing under your skin.
The moment your back hit the sheets, Hyunjin’s hands slid up the inside of your thighs with practiced ease, his gaze hooded, hungry—but beneath it, a glint of something warmer.
Chan hovered at your side, his fingertips brushing your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, “we’re not going anywhere.”
Hyunjin pushed the tee up, revealing your pink lacy panties, a damp patch clinging onto your pussylips, the musky scent of your arousal driving up his senses.
“So soaked already,” he muttered, voice rough with approval.
He traced his long finger over the fabric, teasing your entrance, making you whimper, the muscles in your thighs tensing under his touch.
"Baby... look at me," Chan tilted your face, making you look into his eyes, his lips brushing over your cheeks, jawline, the corner of your eye before capturing them fully into his mouth.
You moaned softly into him, heat blooming through your stomach, your body exposed beneath their eyes.
Hyunjin's lips brushed over your hip bone, sucking a bruise into your skin, kissing every part of you he uncovered before focusing back on your clothed cunt.
He spread your legs with ease, sliding your panties to the side and pressed his mouth into your pussy, your gasp into Chan's mouth shattered the stillness.
He licked a slow, teasing stripe through your folds, groaning into you like he was starving. The grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you spread open for his mouth while his tongue moved with deliberate pressure.
Your hips bucked, pleasure shooting up your spine. Chan pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and slick from his kisses.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice like silk and gravel. “So responsive. You like how Hyunjin tastes you, huh?”
You could only nod, breathless, moaning as Hyunjin flattened his tongue and sucked on your clit.
Chan's fingers traced your breasts, circling the buds over his tee till they peaked, making them strain against the fabric, your hips shifted for more friction from below.
"You taste so sweet baby," Hyunjin murmured against your sloppy, went cunt, his chin soaked with your arousal, thrusting his tongue right into making you arch.
"That's it... Let him ruin you baby," Chan praised you, his mouth wrapping around your erect nipple while his free hand pinch and played with the other; God, this felt so good.
Too good.
Both Chan's and Hyunjin's cocks were fighting for freedom behind their shorts, the bulging and the throbbing of it now impossible to ignore.
"I— I need," you cried, your voice cutting short when Hyunjin's fingers slipped in with ease from how wet you were, curling them just right as he hit that spot making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
Your thighs trembled violently now, muscles twitching under Hyunjin’s grip as he drove his fingers in deeper, tongue working relentlessly over your clit in tight, rhythmic circles.
"Fuck—Hyun," you whimpered, legs instinctively trying to close, but his hands pinned you wide open.
"Stay still, sweetheart," Chan cooed, voice syrup-slick as he leaned in again, capturing your lips, swallowing your moans like he was starving for them. “Let him make you come. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
You nodded, helplessly grinding down against Hyunjin’s face, chasing the climax that was building like a storm under your skin.
Hyunjin growled low against you, the vibration making you cry out as he licked into you harder, deeper, matching the pace of his fingers.
“She’s dripping,” he mumbled, tongue curling along your folds, "You’re fucking perfect like this."
One of your hands fisted the sheets while the other clung onto Chan's bicep, his fingers now continuing to play with your nipples, after leaving his bruising trail of hickeys, marking himself on your chest.
Chan's hand moved from your breast to stroke your jaw, tilting your face so your teary eyes met his. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for us, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. Give it to him.”
And you did.
The orgasm hit so hard, it shattered you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, back arching clean off the bed, thighs locking around Hyunjin’s head as he kept licking you through it, drawing out every trembling second.
Your body convulsed, hot fat tears sliding down the corners of your eyes as the waves rolled and rolled. Chan held you through it, petting your hair, grounding you, whispering praises you could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears.
You shook so hard that when Hyunjin pulled back from your pussy, he whimpered at the loss of legging it go, but had to give you time to recover from how much you came.
When your body went slack, Hyunjin leaned up, his eyes wild, meeting Chan’s gaze across your body.
“She’s ready now,” he said, voice rough, pupils blown. Chan’s gaze dropped to you, checking for something—any hesitation—but all he saw was the blissed-out desperation still lingering on your face, your lips parted, chest heaving, legs trembling.
The gentle restraint on Chan's face snapped when his eyes met Hyunjin's with a devilish smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "This is going to be hard. Fast. Soul crushing and we are going to ruin you."
Your eyes were glassy, every nerve ending in your body on fire as you squealed at Chan's growl. "Tell us or tap on us if it's too much and we will stop, but you better take everything we give you like the good little slut you are."
And that was the last of the gentleness you saw of Chan before he nodded at Hyunjin, removing his tee off of you and flipped you onto your stomach.
The both of them got off the bed, the syncing sound of the clinks of their belts echoing together as they shredded their pants, revealing their now impossibly hard cocks, heavy against their abs, thick and leaking beady drops of pre cum.
You took one look at their sizes and you knew you wouldn't make it out with the ability to walk after today.
You're definitely taking a sick leave for the week.
Hyunjin's hand cupped your face, carnal urges taking over his brain to just fuck you senseless already and Chan moved to the other side, ripping your panties and squeezing the flesh of your ass before giving it a sharp slap! making you gasp.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growled his command, and you did, slowly getting up with your face still in Hyunjin's grasp.
Hyunjin traced his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth, his other hand fisting his leaking cock, so long and proud, the tip flushing red and a long vein running underneath, you swallowed hard as you registered the position you were in.
"Suck," you already were before the world left his mouth, greedily sucking on his thumb, your cheeks flushed hot.
Chan lined himself between your legs, his thumb smearing your wetness before tracing the thick head of his cock against your entrance making you inhale a sharp breath.
"Relax angel..." Chan's voice dropped an octave, "just relax." He muttered, holding your hips as he pushed the thick length of his cock past your tight walls.
"Open your mouth," Hyunjin growled, pulling his thumb out. Your mouth fell open and he pushed his cock in, the warmth wrapping around his shaft until your nose pressed against the faint trail of hair.
"Holy fuck—" Chan gritted through his teeth. "She's fucking tight," he pushed all the way in, his cock sitting snug inside you and letting your gummy walls adjust to him, he felt like he could come the very second.
"What a slut, look at her." Hyunjin's voice was strained as he held your jaw, beginning to fuck his cock into your mouth while Chan pulled back enough to let the tip tease your entrance once more before slamming back in.
Tears leaked from your eyes, drooling dribbling down from the corners of your mouth and your juices coating Chan's cock, you were getting fucked from the front and back by the two men who showed zero signs of mercy in bed.
You were choking on Hyunjin's length and clenched around Chan, both of them groaning loudly, Chan's fingers holding your waist so tight, his fingers left marks on your skin.
Chan gave one hard thrust into you, pushing you forward, Hyunjin's cock touched the back of your throat, making you gag, his head fell back as he held onto the headboard to brace himself.
"Shit, be gentle with her Chris what the fuck?"
Hyunjin grittted, his chest rising and falling, sweating clinging onto his skin and Chan's hand dipping down your stomach to circle your clit in rough strokes making you shut your eyes and clench him hard.
"She loves it Hyunjin. Look at her, taking two cocks like the needy little slut she is."
You whimpered at his filthy words, no room to breath, hair tangled, skin sweaty and eyes teared up, you were turned on and ruined beyond belief.
Your breasts bounced with each thrust, hands fisting the sheets, moans were muffled while getting fucked and choked and their loud groans of pleasure filling the air.
"I might come right now, fuck," Hyunjin panted before pulling his cock out of your mouth, letting you breath, long sticky strings of spit clinging from his length onto your lips.
Oxygen rushed into your lungs but was cut short when another brutal thrust hit you from behind, the tip of Chan's cock touching your cervix ripping a loud cry out of your throat.
"Can't take it sweetheart? Hmm? Should we stop?" Chan cooed, so mean and ruthless, you were too fucked out to make up words so you shook your head.
"That's what I thought."
Hyunjin slipped himself back into your mouth holding your jaw, the tangling the strands of your hair, your tongue traced every ridge and vein of his silky velvet shaft as he rolled his hips forward, making you take it all.
"That's it, sweet angel letting me fuck her pretty mouth like it's mine."
"Mine?" Chan hissed, rubbing your clit in rough circles and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain mixing with pleasure before he growled, "No. She's OURS."
Chan kept thrusting into you, deeper and deeper, brushing that sweet squishy spot in you repeatedly.
Molten lava dripped down his spine as thunder roared in Hyunjin's chest, both of them slamming into you one after another before Chan hit that sensitive spot making you shatter again, your walls squeezing him as you came flooding on his cock.
White warmth spilled down your throat while another load gathered inside your cunt, painting your walls, the two of them filling you up with their cum, using you like a fuck toy, their cocks twitching endlessly inside you.
"Swallow every drop," Hyunjin growled, pulling out of your mouth and you did, feeling the sweet saltiness of his hot load slide down your throat.
Chan pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of your wrecked hole, chest heaving and his curls clung onto his forehead.
You lost your balance and almost fell but Chan's hand slipped around your body and caught you. You were lost in worlds beyond pleasure— freshly fucked and completely ruined but by the smirk on Hyunjin's face said they weren't done by a long shot.
"Can you give us one more round sweetheart?" His thumb brushed so gently over your tear stained face, your eyes lashes were damp, your nose and cheeks were flushed.
"One more for us like a good girl?"
Your chest still heaved in heavy breaths, Hyunjin ran his hand through your hair, pushing them away from your face.
"Alright, we'll give you some time to breathe." He said, smiling as if he wasn't about to wreck you again in the next few minutes.
You weren't sure if you could take it anymore. But the way Chan felt inside you and Hyunjin felt down your throat, your lust filled, foggy brain wanted more.
After what was like five minutes, once your breathing was back at a good pace, Chan's eyes met yours again, soft but filled with a beast like hunger that was ready to devour anything that came in his way.
Hyunjin sat behind you, scooping your body, making you sit on his lap before he laid down, his head on the mattress bringing your back flush against his chest.
You felt the hardness of his cock against your ass, your pulse spiking up, anticipation running through every nerve ending as he angled you above him.
Chan hovered over the two of you, his gaze piercing into yours and running down your body, skin peppered with his hickeys and fingerprints, a smug grin tugging his lips.
"Ready for us, angel?"
"Yes," you whispered, and that was all it took.
Hyunjin's fingers found your sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing it in right circles as they dipped down to your entrance, parting your puffy folds before pushing his shaft into you in one deep stroke.
Inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you, groaning between your neck and shoulder. You cried out from the stretch, the fullness, your walls fluttering as you clenched around him.
“Fuck—” Hyunjin hissed, “you are tight.”
Chan came up, his hands skimming your body, squeezing your breasts, mouth pressing to your neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered hotly, “you’ll make room for me too.”
Your heart thundered in your chest as Hyunjin’s cock remained unmoving inside you.
Chan watched your face, eyes glazed and no rational thought in his mind. “You’re okay,” Chan murmured against your jaw, kissing it.
“Breathe through it, baby. We’ve got you.”
Hyunjin pressed up, chest pressing to your back as he lined himself up carefully. His lips brushed your ear. “Relax,” he whispered. “Let us in.”
You exhaled, your body trembling from anticipation and pleasure, and slowly, Chan began to push in.
The stretch burned—sharp, a slight sting at first, then full and overwhelming.
Hyunjin grunted beneath you, his hands gripping your waist tighter as Chan filled the remaining space, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated, your body now stuffed with both of them.
You could barely breathe. Could barely think anymore.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Chan whispered. “Taking us like you were made for this.”
“Look at her,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice hoarse. “So full of dick.”
You let out a broken moan, tears springing to your eyes from the intense stretch, the fullness, the feeling of being theirs completely.
They went slow at first. Timed. When Chan pulled back, Hyunjin pushed in—and vice versa. It was a rhythm that had your body shaking, your hands fisting the sheets, your mouth open but speechless from how overpowering it felt.
You were drowning in ecstasy, buried under praise and thrusts and heat and hands.
"God, you’re perfect," Chan groaned, his voice fraying at the edges. "So fucking wet, feel how messy you are, baby?"
“She’s dripping down on me,” Hyunjin answered, filthy and sweet in the same breath. "She likes being fucked dumb by us."
"Is that right?” Chan said, slowing his pace just to grind deep, right into your sweet spot. "You want us to ruin you, pretty girl?"
Your nails dug into the sheets, then into Chan’s shoulders as you tried to hold onto something—anything—but your body wasn’t yours anymore.
It belonged to them. Your mind, your pleasure, your heartbeat, everything was tangled up in the two of them.
They moved in tandem, one pulling out slightly while the other pushed in deeper, never leaving you empty, never letting the pleasure dip for even a second. You cried out as another orgasm crested, sudden and rushing.
The sounds leaving your bodies were sick, obscene, a filthy symphony of flesh on flesh and breathless gasps that made the walls feel too thin for what was happening inside.
“Fuck—Chan—Hyun—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling.
"That's it baby, come for us. Soak these cocks."
Chan kissed you hard, swallowing the sound of your moans. Hyunjin groaned when you clenched around them both, his hand snaking around to rub tight circles against your clit.
“So fucking perfect when you come.”
Their pace picked up, faster, rougher, a perfect storm of pressure and heat and praise. The sound of skin against skin, moans, the slurred mess of your name on both their lips, it was everything.
And then the pressure snapped.
You came with a scream, your whole body convulsing, brain going mush, walls clenching so tightly around them both that they swore under their breaths, holding on through the waves of your orgasm.
Hyunjin was next, thrusting harder as he chased his own edge. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fucking—"
He came with a hiss, buried deep inside you, his grip tight around your hips as he stilled, twitching, his teeth dug into your shoulder from the intensity of how much he released.
Chan wasn’t far behind, pulling you closer, holding your face as he locked eyes with you while he gave one final, deep thrust and spilled thick spurts inside you with a low moan.
You were stuffed full with cock and cum, the white fluid basically leaking from the corners of your cunt, the substance overloaded up in you.
Chan's forehead dropped to yours, sweat-slick skin pressed against you as he panted against your mouth.
All of you trembled through the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked, but Chan quickly braced himself to not collapse on your limp body.
His cock slid out first, then Hyunjin. Chan got up on his knees watching your body utterly used and railed, the two of them pushing you beyond what you thought you could give, only to pull you back to reality and piece you back together.
Chan ran a hand through his sweat damp hair as he got off the bed, walking out of the room into the washroom to grab a warm cloth.
You remained motionless, breathing heavily on top of Hyunjin, who gently moved you to the mattress next to him, his fingers tracing softly over the bite mark he planted on your shoulder and over the hickeys Chan had left.
Chan returned, with a cloth in his hand, getting back on the bed, watching you carefully.
"Let me clean you baby," he said, gently parting your legs to wipe off the evidence he and Hyunjin had left in you.
Hyunjin got off the bed and put on his boxers, running into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
You winced slightly at the first swipe of the cloth, your body so oversensitive, pussy swollen, raw and tender in every sense of the word. But Chan’s touch was gentle and reverent.
"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand over your thigh. "Almost done, sweetheart."
You didn’t say anything, your throat felt thick, your limbs heavy, but not in a bad way. Your heart was full and you felt like you were floating.
Chan finished and tossed the cloth into the laundry basket nearby, his eyes scanning your body like he was memorizing you in this quiet, wrecked state.
His hand cupped your cheek softly, thumb brushing the dampness under your eye you hadn’t realized was still there.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low. A whisper between the two of you.
"Yeah..." you nodded slowly. "But I think I'm going to be sore for like a week."
Chan chuckled as Hyunjin returned, kneeling beside the bed with a glass of water. His brows softened as he saw you trying to sit up.
“Hey, no,” he said softly, helping you rest against the pillows instead. “Drink first.”
He held the glass to your lips, and you took small sips, feeling the cool water calm your dry throat after that much screaming.
You looked between them, voice quiet. "Are you both okay?"
Hyunjin gave a soft laugh, a little out of breath still. "I think you broke me, but in a good way.'
Chan reached forward to brush a small peck on your lips. “We’re okay, baby. Just making sure that you are.”
The two of them climbed back on the bed, one on either side of you, sandwiching you between their strong chests.
"Gonna spend the day with us today?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, his voice smooth as he pressed his lips on your temple.
"I don't feel like leaving you both," you mumbled sleepily, and they both chuckled.
“Good,” Chan said, rubbing slow circles on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere from us.”
You exhaled a slow breath, melting into them completely. You were held between the two boys who had unknowingly tangled their way into your heart, body sore, lips kiss-swollen, a soft ache between your legs, but still you smiled wide.
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