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★ pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader x lee minho
part two
✦summary: The summer you thought would be boring, starts to become entertaining once you meet two beautiful mature men with whom you look forward to having fun for a while, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Minho, whose perfect lives with wives and children become entangled in their own downfall as they fail to control themselves with your sweet and wicked game of seduction.
♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, bit angst, dilf hyunjin & minho, sub!hyunjin, dom!miho, cheating, age gap, sugar daddy, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, grinding, pet names (some dreg), kinks: breeding, daddy, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of spanking, slapping.
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masterlist - taglist ⭑.ᐟ
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ NOTES: nerd hyunjin from mountains mv as main inspo of his looks!!
miniplaylist: she by harry styles / cola by lana del rey / homewrecker by marina / older by isabel larosa
a/n: thinking about nerdy dilf hyunjin since this post of mine hehe & added minho for more fun lol EDIT: this extended too much, sorry, so I decided to split it in a part 2♡
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Everything started in that summer, a messy and unforgettable summer where you explored lands of desire, madness, passion, and lust.
You never thought spending the summer at your older sister’s house with her newly formed family would be so much fun, you were in paradise, surrounded by attractive mature men who lost their sanity with your slightest affection and youth; Hwang Hyunjin as a private tutor, Lee Minho as your neighbor, two men whose mid-life crisis went off in a war against themselves by not knowing how to control themselves with your sweet and perverse game of flirting, which you were not going to stop until you obtained your goal, no matter obstacles in the way, like their perfect lives, families and wives, you just wanted to have some fun. You never took it seriously, just some good sex, until the circumstances changed, sometimes not always for good reasons…
It all started, to be exact, on a Friday afternoon when your older sister picked you up from one of your friend’s house, where you stayed after leaving your college dorm for the summer. To be honest, you had two options: go to your parents’ house in your small town for the break, where you would be forced to take any job, or spend it at your sister’s big new house with her very well-behaved 7-year-old stepson and her husband, who was offering you a chance to visit his workplace sometimes, which was more than a dream since Mr. Bahng was a well-known and respected prosecutor and would feed your knowledge in your degree. The second option sounded pretty good for you, plus you’d be very useful to Missy, your sister, by taking care of little Chase, Bahng Chan’s son, from time to time.
You didn’t see anything wrong with the situation, you adored your sister even though she was a few years older than you, you were best friends without a problem, so you knew you wouldn’t have a dull moment, at least not all the time. Missy met Bahng Chan when she was 24 and studying for her graduate degree, Chan was then, her professor, 32 years old, a year divorced with an also 1 year old son, somehow, they fell in love and, Missy who for her motherhood was not an option, had no plans to conceive or adopt, accepted Chan just like that. They dated for four years, you knew Chan since you were younger, he was absolutely part of the family; they finally married two years ago and just last summer Chan bought a house in one of the nicest neighborhoods, moving in with her and him, and on special occasions when he had full care of his son.
To everyone’s good fortune, Chase was an adorable little boy identical to Chan, causing your sister so much tenderness as she watched him grow up that even on a couple of occasions her mentality was altered by wanting to conceive Chan’s child. Still, Chase was a little nerd, he loved school, he was too smart, and at his young age he had a life plan to get into the best college in the country —which you knew it wouldn’t be hard for him, seeing the kind of influences and contacts his father had—, but everyone knew he could make it on his own merit; he was of course at the top of his class and school, active, he played sports, he had a love of technology and above all, he was pure and very well disciplined. Missy and Chan would have him all to themselves the entire summer.
“Well, welcome, you already know which room is yours, oh, I didn’t ask if you were hungry” spoke your sister, closing the large door behind her.
“Mmm, I don’t think you cooked anything” you jokingly replied.
“No, but you can order something" she replied obviously, playing along, “If you want I’ll pay for it.”
“Thank you, Miss, I’m fine for now. Where’s Chase?”
“Mmm… I think he’s in his room.”
You left your things in the extra room you were going to stay in and headed animatedly to greet the little boy. His door was already half open, so you decided to slowly walk in.
“Chaseee” you chirped.
You could hear the sounds of video games from his television and when you were finally inside you confirmed that it was little Chase playing, however, he was not alone. You saw the attractive back of a slender man with long black hair sitting on the boy’s bed. As soon as Chase jumped up to hug you, he turned around revealing an attractive clean face done to perfection, bushy straight eyebrows, sharp dark eyes, accompanied by rectangular glasses, a slightly prominent nose, and full lips. He smiled at you, his gaze and smile were warm, and he stood up from his place, putting the console aside and walking towards you.
“Hello, auntie Y/n” Chase greeted you adorably.
You were so engrossed in reading the man with your eyes that you barely noticed that Chase had paused his game to go over and hug you, you returned the gesture, still standing and only hunching your posture slightly to gently rest your arms on him.
“Hi, Chase” you greeted him animatedly, looking at him quickly and returning your gaze to the man, who now stood before you.
Up close he looked a little better. He dressed a little unusual, making him look a little nerdy, but something about his look and gaze radiated so much confidence as if he knew how incredibly handsome he was. His black hair was slicked back, leaving free little strands that fell gracefully towards his face, and he looked so young as his lightly tanned skin was so smooth, but at the same time, you could tell he was someone older than you. He was tall and his limbs were long, his arms, his fingers, his legs in those black pants of a washed-out denim, baggy on his body, a collared shirt of a soft, thick gray fabric with the designer’s name on the pocket detail, giving the appearance of wearing another button-down collared shirt of red and white grid patterns, watch on his wrist and a thin necklace decorating his slightly bare chest; he looked good, too good for your taste, it felt good just to look at him.
“Ah, Aunt Y/n, this is my Uncle Hyunjin” the little boy spoke again.
“Nice to meet you, Hwang Hyunjin” finally said the man in front of you.
He sounded young, and had a unique voice that rumbled inside you. He didn’t stop looking at you either, almost as if he was mesmerizing you as well. He extended his right hand, you saw his large limb before shaking it, enjoying his light squeeze.
“Nice to meet you, too” you replied, trying to hide your huge grin, smiling downwards.
“Ah, you must be Y/n, Missy’s little sister, right?” he was quick to say, to which you nodded, unable to speak, but you had to, something in your nature wanted to flirt with him, “I’m a close friend of Chan’s and I come here for a few days in the afternoons as a private tutor for Chase.”
Hyunjin thought in those moments that you were not so little after all, you were quite a young woman and he felt the need to explain to you what he was doing there, in fact he felt the need to talk to you, you were a fresh and pretty young woman, you sparked in him the curiosity to talk further; regret came later for him, as he read your subtle bright look, implying that you were also interested. Hyunjin was older and knew every move of the game perfectly, so he blinked suddenly, coming out of his trance as he recognized that you were beginning to arouse in him curiosity for another woman, when he was happily married for almost a decade to the love of his life and they had two beautiful children.
You didn’t know what to reply, your brain was working fast to respond instantly to the handsome man, Chan’s friend; however, the little boy interrupted.
“Oh yes, auntie Y/n, Uncle Hyunjin is the best, he teaches me physics and math and also loves computers. He’s a biomedical engineer with a PhD, don’t tell anyone but he’s my favorite uncle” Chase spoke quickly, impressing you that the whole academic area was very important to him at his young age.
Hyunjin laughed softly, lowering his gaze to look more tenderly at the boy with a very cute smile traced on his face, his cheeks lifted and his eyes narrowed more, you thought he was adorable too. Seconds later, before anyone else could speak, footsteps could be heard down the stairs and a booming, animated, “Heyy, mate, where are you my champ?” in Chan’s distinctive voice.
The man entered his son’s room with a huge smile narrowing his eyes, “There you are, my boy” he said happily, seeing his mini-me version of himself and his purest creation.
“Oh, hi, daddy!” ran Chase to hug him.
Chan squatted down to better embrace his son, looked up and said:
“Oh, hi everyone” Chan extended his hand, greeting you and Hyunjin, with a shy smile.
You smiled back, you had to admit that Chan was always a very attractive and well conserved man for his age, he was a good man, he loved his son, his wife and he had to wear a suit almost every day that looked great on his muscular body, no doubt they were both lucky, because your sister was extremely careful with her appearance and she was a dream, a prosperous and sexy woman in her thirties, childless and with a professional career.
“Alright, lil’ mate, enough video games, go play outside” Chan commented softly to Chase, watching his face tenderly and still holding him.
“Will you play with me, daddy?” he replied, eyes sparkling.
“How about you let me change my clothes and then I’ll go to play with you right away, okay? You can play with Hyunjin.”
Chan looked at him, stood up and Chase turned to look in the direction of the two of you.
“And with aunty Y/n, too!” exclaimed the little boy.
“Alright, she can play too” Chan replied in a tired sigh, loosening his tie more, making him look effortlessly attractive, “Go with Missy so she can put some sunscreen on you before you go out.”
“Oh, I can do it” you replied at once, to which Chan whispered a soundless thank you, leaving his son’s room.
And again you were alone with Hyunjin… and Chase. You were slightly nervous, you had never stood like that in front of a boy, but you thought it was perhaps because you were very sure that Hyunjin was not a boy, but a man and you had never witnessed such a unique beauty as his. Hyunjin placed his hands in his pockets, also wandering in his thoughts, distracting himself from thinking about you and waiting for you to finish putting sunscreen on the little boy.
But Hyunjin couldn’t help it, his problem was always that he imagined too much, he loved to do it, it was his gift and curse at the same time, he was a bit delusional and kept fantasizing about how old you were, if you had a boyfriend, what year of college you were in, what your major was; because all he knew about you so far was your name, that you were the little sister of the wife of one of his best friends and that you were studying at the university. But it felt so wrong to have an interest in another woman. Normally he is not like that, he’s kind of shy but he has to socialize in his work from now and then, and he does it with female colleagues, he asks them about their life, he eats with them together sometimes, with another of his colleagues, in his lunch break, he texts them without concern when it’s something work related, he wishes them happy birthday… but feeling interest in you somehow felt so heavy and so wrong to him… and he recognized deep down that it was because of the fact that he found you attractive, so those two things combined, just resulted in Hyunjin’s light flirting, something he hadn’t done in years, at least not to impress or get the attention of any woman other than his dearest and most beloved Yeji.
Hyunjin was a romantic, he could be a bit of a nerd but he loved living a glamorous life, money, travel and love; so he goes through life quietly, exploring and living all kinds of experiences and, he comes to recognize when another woman is beautiful to him, but then he just moves on, remembering that there is no one more beautiful than the woman who wakes up in his arms every day, but for him… feelings are extremely important, he lives on hunches and feelings… and something deep down inside him is hard for him or he thinks it will be, to just let it go just like that, getting rid of you.
You played a little soccer in the sunshine together with Chase and Hyunjin, but quit as soon as Chan joined them, exaggeratedly pretending to be exhausted and shouting ‘time out!’ over and over again, just to get out of the situation, making the two men laugh, and made Hyunjin find you adorable, thinking you had a very cute relationship with Chase. You weren’t like that with all the kids, most of the time you didn’t know how to treat them, except for Chan’s boy, who was someone very special and smart and you almost saw him grow up too.
You entered the house, heading to the kitchen for some water, you already knew the place very well, you had stayed there a couple of times, Chan always reminds you that you are more than welcome and you know the pure kindness of your brother-in-law in his actions and words.
You took a napkin to wipe the light sweat from your brow and stood there, enjoying your refreshing water and the coolness of the house from the air conditioning everywhere. But your tranquility was disturbed when you saw that Chan’s handsome friend also entered the kitchen, confidently grabbing orange juice from the refrigerator. He walked over to you without thinking, standing next to you, with his glass in hand and finally taking a sip of the juice.
You thought everything about him in seconds, as you watched him slyly do the deed: his long fingers intertwining in the glass cup making it small held by him, his eyes closing softly as he directed the glass to his plumpy lips, his long neck and Adam’s apple moving as he drank, the ends of his hair slightly damp with sweat, everything about him was wow, the scene passed so slowly, you wanted this man, you were so determined and pumped up, until something shiny dazzled all your hopes away. As he lowered the glass from his mouth you noticed a ring on his finger, an important ring that indicated he was a taken man, belonging to someone else.
Hyunjin didn’t notice or acknowledge your displeasure, so he just continued with his questions, with a slightly guilty but bright smile on his face, convincing himself that he only wanted to ask about you, out of kindness, and not because he was really interested…
“Mmm… and you came to visit Missy?”
You turned to stare at him, you couldn’t do it because it made you nervous, but at the same time you just wanted to watched him over and over, you were embarrassed because you had a million of not-so-nice thoughts about a married man. You thought you should have seen it coming, Chan is 38, and his friends should be around that age, but he... something about him still remained so young, but it was to be expected that a man that handsome in his thirties would be married, more so with that shy, nerdy look; but something about you wanted to read him as a mature man, single, living life by visiting the children of his friends who did have children… your brain spun around, thinking if Hyunjin had children too and who was the type of person waiting for him at home.
“Oh, something like that, but I’ll stay here for the summer if that’s what you’re asking” you replied, as normally as possible.
“Ah…I see” he couldn’t have been happier to know that there was a possibility of seeing you often, “I’ll be teaching a few days a week for Chase, like a summer course… I guess, I’ll see you around.”
His slight change in tone, his look… you couldn’t process the fact that he might be flirting with you. You decided to give him back his vibe, you knew it was wrong, unbelievably wrong and that you’d be internally calling yourself a slut for the rest of the week, but you leaned back slightly more comfortably on the edge of the kitchen counter, smiling:
“So… what are you doing here? I assume your work is hard.”
He released a chuckle.
“It is to those who don’t enjoy it. I’m head of the whole department so, that has its perks” he hissed softly and smugly.
Hyunjin licked his lips, smiling and checking you out completely, giving you chills and now without any doubt he was flirting with you. Once again he used a slightly smug tone as did his expression, you couldn’t believe it, your body temperature began to rise… no doubt this was a man telling you that he basically did what he wanted and that he was the one in charge.
“Oh, I see, biomedical engineer you said? Well… said little Chase, it must be very interesting, really.”
Hyunjin took another sip of his juice, finishing it completely, staring at you as he licked his lips again, this time less casually and more sensually, savoring every last taste of the sweet but sour juice.
“What’s your major?”
“Law” you wobbled softly in place, approaching him smoothly.
“Oh, just like Chan and your sister” he spoke interestedly, raising his eyebrows, to which you nodded, shyly, “What year are you in?”
“Third.”
“Ah, I see, you’ve been in college for a while now… at this point I want to assume you like it, huh.”
Hyunjin thought eighteen plus three, giving you the sweet age of 21, if you had already turned it, he thought what a very nice number, it seemed like a number that had no limits… you were free, young and beautiful, able to do anything. Or you could be 22, 23, either was fine for him, he felt comfortable talking to you.
You made a grimace, your mouth slightly pouting, a sign that you doubted it, which made him laugh, a laugh so cute that you almost forgot that he was a completely taken man.
“Well… I like it but it has its moments…”
“I guess it’s hard, you should never underestimate any major…” Hyunjin was just about to tell you something from him in college, but he held back, the last thing he wanted was for you to see him as an old man, as the age difference was slightly considerate, over a decade gap, that he was sure of, while you were playing and probably around Chase’s age, he was in college and dating his current wife, “But hey, I see you did great this semester, you’re already here relaxing a bit…”
You looked into his eyes the whole time, each time you were getting closer and closer until both of your bodies were getting tighter and tighter together, almost sticking your blouse in the waistband of his pants, it was as if you both enjoyed seeing each other. This time you looked at him, innocent, with shining bambi eyes, raising your gaze because he was taller than you, tilting your head and running your tongue along the inside of your cheek. Hyunjin had to resist, clenched his left fist, and almost fell to his knees, in pity; he had never seen, he thought, such bright eyes, such a unique gaze in which he could see his anguished reflection of a distressed older man grieving, eagerly wanting to take your young body and pin you against the wall, screaming and scolding you to stop looking at him like that just now or…. he could fall, he was doing it, his gaze lowered to your lips, shiny from the water you were drinking, he didn’t know what was wrong with him, he hated it, but the feeling of wanting someone was filling him again, suddenly he felt all his blood rushing through his body, he was so alive again.
You were about to talk, to ask him meaningless empty questions that you knew he would be compelled to answer you… because his worried expression spoke for itself. He was so frustrated you almost wanted to squeeze his soft cheeks, telling him he looks a little tender when he’s needy.
Thoughts were betraying Hyunjin so much, it was like his final day where a little devil was whispering all sorts of things in his ear, and the little angel on his other shoulder had completely abandoned him. His body tensed, if only you could read his thoughts… you might be able to judge how dirty he was. He felt filthy, a dirty married man lusting after a college girl, as if there was no other cliché.
You liked seeing him like that, you didn’t really do anything elaborate yet, you were perplexed to think it would work so fast, you just gave him your best innocent look asking for sex, your best fuck me eyes, and the man almost trembled in front of you. But you took it as a game, as much as you wanted to fulfill his every fantasy and whatever he was thinking, as much as you were dying to get down on your knees right there and give him a blowjob… he was married and god, you studied law you knew the huge controversy about adultery backwards and forwards, you couldn’t do it, even though something deep down inside tingled in you, besides your throbbing clit trapped in your panties.
Just as the thoughts were about to have a fatal effect on Hyunjin’s body, Chan and Chase interrupt you, breaking the tension and making you slide down the kitchen island to get away from the dangerous distance you were with Hyunjin.
“Daddy, let me sleep over at Suho’s house, please!” the boy exclaimed, entering the kitchen with his father in the back.
“Go wash up and get your things ready, I’ll talk to your Uncle Minho to tell him if you can stay.”
You and Hyunjin remained silent, Hyunjin pushed up his glasses with a single finger, nervous and agitated, with his hands resting on the counter, crestfallen and embarrassed, about to be caught doing something improper; you on your own part were calm, watching Hyunjin’s expression with amusement, he was almost on the verge of tears. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of Chan who watched him with a raised eyebrow in confusion.
“I have to go” Hyunjin suddenly spoke, his voice thick.
Oh, it was just starting to get good and create tension, you thought, disappointed, but you were comforted to see Chan agitated and sweaty in a sleeveless shirt, his strong arms and veins detonating; you couldn’t help it, you were just a girl with judgment and critical thinking, you admired your sister for getting someone very handsome.
“Oh, sure, Hyunjin, see you later.”
“Ah, yeah sure” he started to say nervously, avoiding looking at you, “Let Chase know I left, see you in a bit with rest of the guys… Bye, Y/n” he mentioned again a little awkward and more shy.
You smiled at the idea that he was so hard to read, he was confident, but then suddenly seemed so shy and clumsy, anyway, you thought that whoever he was married to, they were so lucky to have Hwang Hyunjin every day, while you… had him for the moment, just slightly wrapped around your finger, but you were sure it was a little slip and burst of lust, that he would go home with his partner and try to forget it all.
And he left, that time being the first time you met Hwang Hyunjin, an afternoon that moved every part of his world and left him thinking until his thoughts became a headache. Finally, he did exactly what you thought, he wanted to evade the guilt and his near slip. He came home, being greeted by the greatest loves of his life, his two sons, four and two years old, and his wife, who sweetly asked him how it went at Chan’s house, kissed him, and told him she had his clothes ready to wear for the night out with his friends later, without the slightest idea of what happened. Hyunjin knew the millions of opportunities he almost had, and a lot of women approaching him, but he was more shy and did not pay attention to them, he only had eyes and heart for Yeji… But now, how did he explain himself.
He almost cried, however, he decided to release all those feelings and frustration by trying to make love to his wife, without success, it was relatively early for the kids to sleep and they were not giving them enough privacy; Hyunjin then remembered… they had gone weeks without intimacy with Yeji and sex was very important to him, they used to be so active and sexual, always on top of each other… but now, the last sexual encounter with the love of his life was when he gave her oral sex one morning before their kids woke up. He loved her, every part of her was delicious to him, and he knew her like a map by heart… yet the most typical frustration of a man ached in the deepest part of his being, not having sex. That night Hyunjin cried in the shower, masturbating thinking of you, and got ready, feeling pathetic when he still had it all, he was handsome, young, successful, and above all, he had time to stop and do things right.
You, on the other hand, stayed in to watch a movie with Missy, both of you relaxing, until little Chase went to disturb your peace a little.
“I’m off to Suho’s house now,” he warned.
Missy grimaced slightly, not wanting to go drop the little one off at the Lee’s house.
“Won’t your daddy drop you off?” asked Missy softly.
“Daddy’s still getting ready.”
“Ahh, I see, Y/n, take him,” your sister ordered you, causing you to be a little awed, but you couldn’t say no to the tender wobbly silhouette of Chase, all ready with a backpack on his back that Chan helped him sort out, “It’s here with the neighbors on the left.”
You smiled at Chase and got up from the couch to join him, he hurried off, leaving Chan’s property and heading for his friend’s house. It was getting dark, but there was still some light. You were surprised to see the house, thinking damn, little Suho must have a lot of money, or at least his parents, you had never paid attention to the rest of the houses, besides most of them were private properties, like Chase’s friend’s, he animatedly told you the code in secret so the gate could open, giving the view of a mansion… you knew the neighborhood was exclusive and Chan’s house was impressive, but this one you saw was much better.
You both walked to the door, now you knew why Chase couldn’t go alone, it was a few minutes walk despite being neighbors. You rang the doorbell, waiting a little over a minute for them to open.
“Oh, aunt, you’ll really like Suho!”
“Oh, Chase, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay and meet him…”
And they opened, abruptly, another handsome man, wearing a sleeveless black shirt showing off his strong arms and marked pecs and abs. He looked at you confused, almost in a rude manner, blinking in disbelief not knowing what you were doing on his property since he didn’t know you. Shiny, smooth, straight black hair, perfectly styled, his features were so sharp, sharp straight nose, big round feline eyes and thins lips with his pronounced nasolabial furrow. You thought about how many attractive men you had to see today and, if it was possible it was your lucky day.
“Can I help you…?” he was about to say, somewhat annoyed, frowning and narrowing his eyes.
“Uncle Minho!” greeted Chase, causing the man to lower his gaze and his countenance softened completely.
Minho laughed, hiding his upper lip slightly and showing his teeth.
“Ah, it’s you little Chase, come in, Suho is in his playroom.”
Chase suddenly became shy of Minho’s presence and came in a little embarrassed, being more respectful and less animated, giving you a little wave goodbye, and leaving you and Minho alone. You didn’t know anything about him, you barely even knew his name because Chase mentioned it and he was starting to intimidate you as well, his presence was so heavy but pleasant, his big eyes… if he saw you properly, he could look so kind… but just now he looked a bit unfriendly; even Hyunjin could have a bit more the appearance of a villain, but you couldn’t see him like that, instead Minho, something about him was so overbearing.
“Ah, I came to drop Chase off, I’m Missy’s sister… have a nice night!” you smiled at him, not knowing what to say.
Now Minho found you tender, he had already been impressed when he opened the door and the first thing he saw, as he was in a hurry as if to check through the cameras who it was, was a young girl, with the background of the sky painting itself in colors as night fell, your image was like a divine revelation, like an angel knocking on his door, but he hid the feeling perfectly.
“Wait” he stopped you, a great idea came to him, and you turned around, “What will you do today?” he asked suddenly.
You didn’t know how to answer, to which he continued, “Ah, it’s just that… would you mind watching Chase and Suho for a moment? And… a little girl. It’s just that my wife and I have to go out…”
You felt your luck crumble once you heard him say he had a wife, although of him you were ready any time he mentioned it, something about him was so domestic, it was obvious, to you, that he screamed husband material. Besides… a mansion to have it by himself with his son didn’t sit very well with you. Now you understood that it was about him, his wife and two children, Sunho and a girl.
“Do you want me to tell Chan or Missy to see if they agree or…?” he spoke again when he got no answer,
“Oh no, it’s okay, sure, I’ll do it.”
He smiled broadly, looking incredibly attractive, you didn’t know if you liked Hyunjin or Minho more, either one, it was a forbidden little crush, that you hoped wouldn’t pass into anything more than from your own thoughts, you weren’t that crazy and cynical, right?
“Thank you! It’ll only be a couple of hours. I’ll pay you, obviously” he said letting you in to which you nodded and entered, “Suho!!! Come here” he shouted, scaring you a little, being all fatherly, “What did you say your name was?” he asked you softly in contrast to his previous shout, standing next to you.
“Y/n.”
Minho looked you straight in the eyes and nodded, within seconds Suho and Chase appeared in front of you, and your nephew smiled happily at you waiting for the news.
“Y/n is going to take care of you tonight. Be good boys and take care of yourselves and obey her” said Minho in a serious tone to which they nodded animatedly.
You observed Suho for the first time, he was so similar to Minho, but at the same time, there were some slight differences to him.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Lee Suho” the little guy introduced himself so politely, causing you so much tenderness.
“Nice to meet you, Suho” you said with a smile.
Minho looked at you tenderly, and you deciphered that this was Lee Minho; he hadn’t even introduced himself and you had already said yes so he and his wife could have their moment.
“Go back to the playroom, Y/n will be right there in a minute” he warned, coming out of his trance, you liked hearing him say your name, “I’ll take you to meet Minji, she’s one year old, she’s so smart for her age” Minho spoke adoringly.
He guided you to what seemed to be her room, it was pink but still looked a bit sophisticated for a little girl’s, there were slight elements that gave you hints that it was a little girl’s room; you were impressed in every corner you knew of that house. As you entered you saw a slender woman playing with the little girl, both sitting on the floor.
“Park Suji” Minho spoke to her, a little coldly, catching the woman’s attention.
You noticed how he didn’t refer to her as Lee.
The woman turned around, causing you to finally see her fully and your jaw almost dropped to the floor, internally as on the outside you didn’t react. It was none other than Park Suji, one of the most recognized and highest paid actresses and celebrities, her face was everywhere, it was known that she was married and had two children, but she was extremely careful with her image and kept everything private, the world was dying to know what her children and husband looked like, everyone speculated that she had married a billionaire, but to her fortune, it was the handsome Lee Minho as her husband.
Suji looked at you both expressionlessly, waiting for Minho to speak.
“I got you a temporary babysitter, just for today, she’s Y/n, she won’t say anything, she’s Chan’s wife's sister” Minho explained himself a little frustrated.
Suji smiled broadly, finally hearing good news, she carried the girl and walked quickly in the direction of her husband.
“Thank you so much, honey, I knew you would, I love you,” she replied happily, giving Minho a kiss on the cheek, “Can you take care of Minji? I have to finish getting ready.”
Minho carefully carried his little girl, smiling at her instantly, Minho’s big eyes suddenly shone in adoration, seeing the baby return the gesture of happiness. You looked for brief seconds at Suji, she was so beautiful in person, she made a great pair with Minho, the two of them looked so fucking good together, you didn’t understand why Suji didn’t show him off to the world.
“Hey, my baby, she’s your newest friend, Y/n” Minho baby-talked, consumed with tenderness, making him press his lips together, gently squeezing her chubby arms.
You looked at him fondly, after being intimidating to you, seeing his soft side just because of his little daughter made you tender. Plus he looked fucking handsome with his big bare arms.
“As you can see, my life with Suji is very private, I really want to trust you that you won’t share any information, our children’s names, their appearances, ages…” Minho suddenly spoke seriously, his voice cutting and thick, returning to his intimidating self.
You shook quickly, “Oh, yes, I understand, Mr. Lee” you replied somewhat submissive and scared, making him smile sideways.
“Well, they’re all yours” he said, trying to pass you the little one to hold, but she objected mumbling a soft daddy, “Daddy will play with you, okay? I’ll bring Soonie to you, you want to see Soonie?” you held the little girl finally as she babbled a tiny Soonie, “I have three cats, they’re running around all over the house, I hope you’re not allergic. Well, I’ll finish getting ready and come say goodbye in a moment.”
Minho left in a hurry, leaving you stranded with his little girl in your arms, the little girl was calm and somewhat quiet with a stuffed animal in her arms, you saw her up close, she was completely the female version of Minho.
You didn’t know what to do, it was a bit easy to get lost in the house you didn’t know, but you went to Suho’s playroom, where at first he joked about being a girl-free space and minutes later he started having fun with his sister, who was running and shouting his name over and over again. Then you heard a shout from Minho, calling Suho back, he ran out, alerting him that we were all in his playroom.
Minho walked in, taking your breath away, he looked so casually dressed. He added a leather jacket on top of black sleeveless shirt, silver chains and necklaces with his light blue jeans.
“Okay, you know the emergency numbers and I’ll leave you mine just in case. I’ll be right back.” Minho addressed you.
“Daddy, did mommy leave too?” Suho asked him.
“Didn’t she say goodbye to you?”
Suho softly shook his head with a slight pout and wide eyes, to which you caught a glimpse of Minho annoyed, sighing and rolling his eyes almost disappointed. You passed your cell phone to Minho to type in his number a little nervously, you booked it as Lee Minho. He typed quickly on your cell phone and passed it to you; saying goodbye to all the kids with affection and goodbye to you with a gentle see you later.
Hours passed, you talked to your sister about how you got caught and you couldn’t say no, she laughed and joked about how Chan’s friends were all dilf’s. You gossiped with her a bit, having a celebrity as a neighbor, to which Missy told you that Minho works in an extremely famous entertainment company, which Suji is a part of and from there their love story began.
As it got later in the night you gave them dinner because Suho suddenly wanted pizza, hesitantly you asked Minho by message what his kids were eating, you didn’t want to bother him, but he immediately replied that it was okay to order pizza for the boys, as long as Suji didn’t notice, as she apparently had a healthy diet specifically for their kids; he only helped you a little by telling you what to feed little Minji. Finally getting ready for bed both children, six-year-old Suho, and 7-year-old Chase, completely independent in their routines, put on their pajamas, brushed their teeth, and went to sleep. The real challenge was little Minji who suddenly started crying, you didn’t know what to do, her diaper was clean, she had no fever, and she had eaten well… you were scared for a while, until you put cartoons on her and she managed to calm down little by little, leaning her little body on yours on the couch, where you both fell completely asleep.
You lost track of time and a manly voice calling your name softly woke you up, startling you a little, and the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Minho’s attractive face looking at you carefully and closely. Once you woke up, he pulled away a little, and you felt embarrassed to realize that you had his little daughter cuddled up, sleeping next to you on the couch, thinking what a good job it was to have left her in her comfy bed, but the TV was still playing cartoons.
“Oh, Mr. Lee, I’m sor-”
“It’s okay, I arrived a little later than expected, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, a little frustrated, you wised up, noticing a relaxed expression on his face and his drooping eyelids, “I imagine Suji hasn’t arrived, right?” this time he slurred his words a little but did his best to sound aligned, you shook and a displeased expression reappeared, “It’s okay, let me take Minji to bed and I’ll come back to you.”
Minho approached his daughter, who whimpered softly as she was moved but instantly recognized her daddy’s strong arms. You were restless waiting, it was almost 3 a.m. and you wanted to sleep. He returned after a few short minutes.
“Did the kids behave well?” he said as he returned, to which you just nodded.
Minho suddenly moaned in a soft groan, “Agh, I drank too much. Y/n, it’s late, do you want to sleep over in the guest room or shall I walk you to Chan’s house? He’s there, we just arrived.”
He stared into your eyes, you felt like a little girl changing houses. Suddenly, the not-so-nice thoughts appeared in your head but now with Minho.
“Will you be alright in the morning?” you mentioned somewhat sheepishly, as you noticed he did look a little drunk.
Minho smiled, “Of course I will.”
“I… I can go to Chan’s house by myself, it’s just a few minutes away…”
He shook his head disapprovingly softly, “Come on, I’ll walk you quickly, everyone’s asleep.”
You made a very good impression on Minho the first time he met you, he thought at least for a few minutes in totality, about you, but then stopped as he got distracted and told himself he has better things to think about. And you, in those short minutes when he walked by your side, you saw him slyly, his hair shone under the light poles illuminating the street and the road, something about him was very different from Hyunjin, as much as you wanted to flirt with him, something stopped you and it wasn’t exactly morals and ethics.
That meeting Minho had with his friends had been chaotic and he learned slightly more about you, when Hyunjin suddenly brought the topic of conversation to the table, you… causing Minho to be immeasurably curious as to how it was that you knew Hyunjin and why you met him before him. Later Hyunjin realized that you were texting each other as you babysat Minho’s children, making a slightly inebriated Hyunjin think about hiring your services as soon as possible just to see you longer.
He finally left you at the door, where he quickly pulled out his wallet to pay you for your very unexpected service. You didn’t know how much a babysitter earned for a night, but you were sure that the amount he was giving you was a bit exaggerated, you tried to tell him, but he refused and before you both could say more, an also slightly drunk Chan opened the door.
“Ah, there you are, Y/n, come in. Goodbye, Minho” you turned to see him, unable to say thank you as Chan had closed the door.
“Sweet dreams” he wished you, leaving with tired steps to his room.
That was the time you met Lee Minho for the first time. There was no need for your intervention for him to start doubting his wife, he had been doing it for months, since Minji was born they started to have problems since Suji always wanted only one child; Minho agreed since it was her body and they would make a nice family anyway, but there was a time when Minho mentioned how much he wished for two since he grew up a bit lonely being an only child and always wondered how it felt to have a real sibling, Suji did not take it seriously and by an accident, she became pregnant with Minji, after four arduous years of taking care of herself after Suho’s birth, however, she did not tell anyone about her pregnancy and was planning on having an abortion, she was already contacting her manager to schedule doctor’s appointments, but that afternoon after taking the pregnancy test, her sister came into her bathroom to find it and getting excited, she congratulated Minho without a second thought. He found out while he was at work and ran to his wife to ask her what was going on, she told him that she refused to keep them, she was about to start filming a show and didn’t want to feel pregnant. Minho had to put up with it and let her do what she wanted, he knew perfectly well that she was not going to listen to him, she was not going to listen to him when he said how much he dreamed of feeling another little one in his arms again and being there for her at any moment, but to Suji’s bad luck, her sister had already told her parents, she was so genuinely happy that she could not contain herself, so Suji, out of intense love and respect for her conservative and religious parents, kept the fetus, but she really didn’t want to, arguing that her body would be deformed, that she was already in a critical situation being in her thirties, that one more pregnancy and birth would destroy her career.
But Suji’s problem was never with Minji, she loved and loves her creation resulting from her loins, sweat and pain… but somehow she took it out on Minho, resulting in endless fights and an incredible lack of communication. Minho didn’t understand, he loved her with a fierce passion… but since Minji’s pregnancy she stopped being the one he loved.
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But after the anguish and pain, a fatal relief came to the tormented souls of those two men. A relief so beautifully short-lived, the first time they both tasted the forbidden fruit, and the first sinner to commit the heinous act of adultery was Hwang Hyunjin.
After a week of getting to know each other, of flirting with him when no one was around, of talking and talking endlessly with certain guilty looks of desire, that’s when it all fell apart. One Saturday, when you let yourself get carried away with pleasure without thinking about the horrible consequences of your actions.
Missy informed you a day before that she would have her first meeting with the wives of their respective husbands, of Chan’s friends and that she felt happy and included, as a new woman; she mentioned that they accepted the invitation and that it was probably only because she was married to Chan and she would invite his close friends with their families. Missy invited you too and you couldn’t deny the opportunity to host a gathering full of mature and incredibly hot men of their ages. You couldn’t deny it, ever since you met Hyunjin, and from time to time talked to Minho, your mind was racing with thoughts of having a taste for men who were older. You fantasized about how experienced they must be, the way they must move, your thoughts made your legs go limp.
And it all happened the next day, when you did your best to dress slightly elegant but casual knowing the kind of people you were going to see, like Minho’s superstar wife and a few other rich women. Finally, the perfect families arrived, at least some perfect in appearance, the Hwang family, Lee, and one more, the small Han family of childless newlyweds. And then Missy and you showed up, whose women internally judged both of you to be the youngest of them all and not so much in keeping with their group, somehow. They thought for a few seconds that you were like some sort of dolls, two bimbos designed to make men happy but not enough to take you seriously enough to marry you.
You saw Hyunjin arrive with his wife and two children with his same slitted eyes and something inside you died. You had to stop, you couldn’t start creating more temptation in him, flirting with him felt so much worse. You met Yeji, a beautiful woman with long straight hair, dyed light brown color, she was also incredibly gorgeous, you even stopped understanding the reason why Hyunjin would even fantasize about you, having someone like her every day.
Then the Lee family appeared, with Suji’s perfect, clean-cut appearance. To be honest, you hadn’t flirted with Minho since, besides the fact that you hardly saw him often, you didn’t think Minho was an easy target, something about him made you extremely nervous, sometimes he looked at you normally, sometimes softly with slight sweetness but there were also times when he was so intimidating.
And lastly, Han Jisung, you didn’t know him that well, he looked slightly younger than the rest but his face was so mature, as was his soft and deep voice; he was accompanied by his young wife and they had just married in the spring.
The children were playing in the huge Chan’s yard, the women were sitting in a shaded area, ready to be served by their husbands… And you, you were there as an outsider, being the youngest of the group, not belonging to any man who was cooking, unless of course if thoughts spoke, you would mentally be Hyunjin’s property, he drove you crazy, he was so witty and nerdy that you wanted to do so many things to him.. and deep down, only with this one you had a harder time accepting it since you knew his kids, he was Minho’s, fuck, you would do anything just for a little touch from Minho, he was unbelievably hot and his sex appeal was undescribable. Something about those two men made you super horny and you were sick of holding back.
So, you just watched them secretly, between complicit glances, of which Hyunjin returned each one of them, however, Minho was taking care of Minji, while Yeji was taking care of her youngest two-year-old —at the same time not taking her eyes off her other son playing with Chase and Suho—, whose adorable little boy with the same face as his father was sitting nicely still on his mother’s lap. He was so quiet and adorable, you definitely felt so guilty sleeping with his daddy.
Yeji called Hyunjin to come over, telling him if he could please bring her Yoojin’s favorite toy, the youngest boy of them, which he had forgotten in the car and the adorable boy was starting to get restless for his toy and, while Hyunjin was there, he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, the typical question of one of them asking you if you had a boyfriend, if there was some one interesting in your college, if you saw yourself formalizing with someone; Hyunjin suddenly felt jealous but was comforted to know that you didn’t have a boyfriend and thought that he could treat you better than any other immature boy of your age.
You for yourself felt stupidly bad about the obvious closeness of him and his wife, you didn’t know what was wrong with you, you knew it was pathetic and illogical to feel this way and that you needed a really good reality check, that your silly fantasies were not going to be fulfilled and that you were getting carried away with a married man with children.
You watched them play, endearing and making you feel miserable, Hyunjin and Yeji, smiling in the grass, with Yoojin and Yoohyun, the little boy and big brother. You felt a little listless and slowly walked into the house, not wanting to see anyone, not having the slightest idea that your image hadn’t faded Hyunjin and Minho’s mind and thoughts.
You sat on a couch in the living room, checked your cell phone uninterested thinking that you had worn your very nice and elegant sundress, had done your hair and makeup to… impress men out of your limits. You wanted to laugh at yourself, you really did, but a part of you seriously needed to try at least one of them or you felt like you were going to die, besides… you just wanted some sex, it wasn’t like you were looking to snatch their love for their wives.
You sighed in frustration, you were seriously about to text a guy your age from one of your classes just so you could see each other and please you, you had sex a couple of times, and at least this time you could imagine it was Hyunjin or Minho filling your pussy. You were really about to message him, you were in his chat trying to decipher the perfect message, but a bigger mistake suddenly appeared.
“Why that face?” a voice you knew so well spoke you softly.
He had managed to sneak away and searched for you until he found you, sitting looking like a beautiful little doll in your short dress. You looked up, meeting Hyunjin’s long physique, your gaze swept from his thighs to his face which had an adorable smile on it. However your eyes stopped for a second on his crotch, whose bulge in his jeans was so visible and wasn’t even hard, you salivated, thinking about how incredibly big his cock must be, causing you to shiver as it excited you a little.
Hyunjin adjusted his glasses and sat down next to you, so close to you that your thighs touched the denim of his pants. You raised your shoulders with a little pout, Hyunjin found you so cute, he wanted to rub his whole cock on your face, he had never felt such a big sexual appetite as just now, he wanted to satiate all his desires and satiate you, the magnetism of your bodies was incredible.
“I don’t know” you replied nonchalantly, you now being the one to divert your thoughts, he was married and his wife was out with their children, it wasn’t fair, “There are a lot of people out there.”
He laughed incredulously, not taking his eyes off you.
“Adults outside bore you a bit, don’t they?” he asked in an amused tone.
You nodded softly, watching him and downplaying it and trying to calm the small fire that lit your insides, you needed him so badly that you lowered your gaze to your thighs, unable to cease your thoughts and emotions.
“Then let’s have some fun, I’m a little bored too” he whispered to you so seductively that he caught your attention quickly and you found him licking his lips, you watched him raptly, as if you had imagined his phrase, but no, “What do you guys do nowadays for fun?” he purred, completely aroused and, a little hesitantly, he placed his large hand on your bare thigh, squeezing it gently.
You saw his hand and then you saw him. You couldn’t say no, you could, but you didn’t want to. You wanted every inch of him making you smile like you never had before.
Just this once, you promised and prayed, just this once you will have sex with someone married, you thought as you swore in vain, you hoped you would be forgiven and never caught.
“Would you like to know my kind of fun?” you smiled broadly.
Hyunjin nodded frantically, stroking your thigh; his cock throbbed in his pants within seconds of touching you, your soft, smooth skin, you looked so angelic to him that he could get down on his knees and make you his new religion, he needed you, he could eat you day and night, he couldn’t even organize his thoughts. He had lost himself, he never thought he could control his lust and put it over everything and everyone. He moved his hand up, closer and closer until he approached your center, feeling in him a rush of adrenaline, as if he was about to reach a goal that he exahusively determined to reach. You watched him, every limb of his manly body, weak, taut and yielding in sex, his bulge grew, his eyes sparkled… he was a new man, ready to fuck.
“But let’s do it somewhere else” you tried to say.
You were so weak too, you were a young woman about to fulfill her fantasy, it was obvious that your body was vibrating with excitement.
You stood up, your pussy was soaking wet and he barely caressed your thigh. You led him to your room, in such a fugitive and manic way, checking that there was absolutely no one inside the house who could see you enter the same room. Walking so excitedly feeling your sticky folds with every step you took. And wasting no time, once you locked the door, you raised your gaze, Hyunjin watched you with his sharp dark eyes as if he was catching his prey, with a smug smile on his face and in timid steps he approached your body, until he joined your body to his completely, finally catching your lips so passionately and desperately.
Hyunjin held you from your lower back sticking you to his body and performing the dirtiest and most atrocious act ever committed in his entire life, an adulterous relationship, an affair outside of his matrinomy, but the dirty man didn’t think for a second about all the life he led and built with hard work and love around the years, he was crazy but only his brain was working to think of you and the throbbing pain in his crotch from his well erect member.
You tried to keep up with his rhythm, his lips felt just as you had imagined them, soft and fluffy, and he kissed with such skill that it was a little hard for you to keep up with him but you enjoyed every second of the act, of his big hands lifting your dress to squeeze your ass, his erection colliding with your body and his face attached to yours to the point of feeling his glasses bump into your face, everything about him made you so horny and you couldn’t believe it was happening. His attacked somehow slow and romantic kisses continued, satisfying the inside of your mouth to perfection until surrendering in breathlessness, yet he kept depositing little pecks on your lips, so lost in you, every part of you that he wanted so much, finally for himself.
Slowly, Hyunjin opened his eyes again to pleasantly meet your face, smiling at it in a mischievous way and almost immediately, you got down on your knees, impressing him a little and making him eager to know exactly what you were about to do, he never wanted you to stop.
Both bodies were tense, lewd and full of sin in a spiritual context, surrounded by evil and lust, both bodies engulfed in flames ready to unburden their darkest secrets on that bright summer afternoon.
You licked your lips, two of your very important organs throbbing in pleasure for the forbidden, your heart protruding from your chest and your pussy getting more and more lubricated, you watched him with feigned innocence behind your not virgin eyes and unbuckled his belt, and the tedious button and zipper that blocked you from tasting your new favorite food, you were so hungry for his cock that you thought you would explode with excitement. You swallowed nervously at the sight of a big size still in his boxers and, finally you could take it raw in your hands, making Hyunjin let out a soft whimper.
“Fuck, play with my cock as much as you want, baby, please” Hyunjin whimpered needily, stroking your face and hair delicately.
His comment coming from the deepest part of his darkest desires sent an electrifying shock to your sensitive spot of your needy femininity, which was begging for some spoiling as well. Hyunjin was lost, he wanted to take you, to see what he swore would be the most delicious and pretty pussy his eyes had ever seen, so shiny and dripping for him, but an unknown force was taking over his fragile body and it wasn’t exactly guilt, it was something inexplicable that he let himself be carried away by every single thing you decide to do, he was for you and by you, absolutely devoted.
You looked at his erect and throbbing shaft between your two hands, thinking it was obvious you’d have too much fun, Hyunjin was ridiculously big, long like the rest of his limbs; you didn’t wait to play with his entire length, unable to believe he was hiding such an amazing cock under his tender and nerdy appearance, sometimes a bit of a loser.
You wanted to rub your whole pussy on his cock, it really impressed you, you had never seen one this big, but you just limited yourself to masturbating him, with trembling hands palpating every corner of his sex, from carefully and gently squishing his balls while resting his tip leaking precum in your tongue with your mouth open.
“Do you like it, Mr. Hwang?”
Hyunjin sighed and nodded, so excited by the formal way you spoke to him, even though you know he likes to be called simply Hyunjin.
“Ye-es, please keep doing it.”
He was so desperate for the moment he didn’t even know where to place his hands, he looked first timer, he felt first timer, like he was doing it for the first time and his cock was getting to know the feeling of a warm cavity to please him. He forgot the last time his wife had blown him, he was so hormonal and needy, but just radiating delicious, masculine pheromones that made you lose your mind. Tasting a man’s sweet, big cock, you felt so fulfilled. His hands found your hair again and you began to suck him hard, squeezing your cheeks so he could feel the softness of your mouth. Hyunjin trembled, so close to his orgasm as you teased him to the limit.
You continued more confidently, licking his entire length, moistening it to dirty slurping sounds on it, teasing his needy, squirting, pink glans, until you took his cock again, wrapping your lips around it, struggling to get it deep into your mouth.
Hyunjin whimpered, babbling your name, his every energy was focused on his cock and as he felt you sucking him at an exquisite pace, bobbing your head all over his cock, it was doom for him, you were doing it so well he had to throw his head back panting “Fuck.”
Hyunjin bit his lip, holding back his moans and watching you take his cock so well he grabbed more of your hair into a sort of ponytail to gently push you in, he didn’t want you to take your lips off his cock, his pumping sex hadn’t felt this good in a while, all of him came alive again.
“Fffuck, mmm baby, I’m gonna cum, you’re sucking it so good, oh my god.”
You would have liked his cock to fuck your throat, but you didn’t want to hurt yourself, he was so big you just wished he would use his big gift for good, and so he could keep fucking you, you wanted him so bad.
You sucked harder, masturbating the rest of his length, you were so turned on you thought about bringing one of your hands up to your pussy to attend to it a little. Hyunjin gasped in exasperation and cum all the way into your mouth. Saliva and his cum started coming out of your gob and you pulled his cock out of your mouth for a few shots to stain your chin making you smile broadly. Hyunjn was so full that he wanted to keep fucking you until you pumped him dry, no kidding, he wanted to be completely yours.
Hyunjin was ready to continue with you but the sound of his cell phone indicating a call in his pants pocket that lay lowered halfway down his legs startled you both. He snapped back to reality, he had loved the way you had done it and would pray for it to be repeated again and again… but you weren’t alone, there were people outside, waiting for you, and his family was one of them. Hyunjin nimbly pulled up his underwear and pants, adjusting his big cock and verifying that indeed his call was from his wife.
You stood up, somewhat confused, to which he leaned close to your ear to whisper:
“I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum, next time I’ll make sure to take care of you, okay?”
Next time… you thought.
Hyujin was about to leave, but shyly asked you if you could let him know there was no one there, you did, telling him there was no one around so he walked out of there, leaving you with your heart racing and incredibly aroused, you couldn’t calm down, you were so frustrated you had to play alone a little with your pussy until you made yourself cum with your own fingers.
Hyunjin felt dirty and guilty, but you made him see stars and now he was addicted to you. He just hoped he didn’t look so agitated.
On the way, Hyunjin met Minho, who was looking for you since your sister asked for you and he offered to do so, without any objection, however he met a nervous Hyunjin who strangely denied in a heavy manner to have seen you and left, leaving Minho blinking in confusion and came to your room, where he was about to knock on your door and call your name, but sweet somewhat strange and compromising sounds awakened something in him all of a sudden. You were moaning softly, holding back the sounds as you filled your pussy with your fingers, fantasizing about being touched by someone else, fantasizing that it was Hyujin and his big cock, you were so damn horny that you couldn’t calm down, you only got more aroused and prolonged your orgasm more.
Minho could decipher that your sounds were sexual and his mind went off in all possible scenarios, just like Hyunjin, he hadn’t gotten good sex in a while…
You on your hand, kept playing with your whole vulva, caressing and penetrating your slick entrance while thinking and thinking… putting yourself in his wife’s place, thinking that if you would have a hot husband and a promiscuous college girl managed to seduce him you would surely cut his penis in his sleep, but shit, it’s just that Hwang Hyunjin? you didn’t want him to waste his amazing size by not using it, you could take care of him.
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Your second atrocious and immoral act, was attributed to Lee Minho. You couldn’t deny it, the damage was already done, you already felt like a dirty slut and you might go to hell but the taste and feeling of Hyunjin’s big cock struggling to enter your cavity was not taken away from you by anyone.
A little secret didn’t hurt anyone if it was taken to the grave, right?
Ever since Minho heard you moan like a dirty needy little slut, or so he thought, every aspect he had of you changed, before he saw you as the pretty girl who was somehow Chan’s family and rarely thought of you, like when he felt lonely at times of the day, he would start thinking about what a young girl like you would do, oh, but after that afternoon, the sweet sounds of pleasure from your mouth made him so hard that he had to go off to work it out on his own, thinking it was unfair the way you left him and that you had to be even. That day he wanted to break down your door to fuck you right there.
Chan was giving you opportunities to visit his office to see a few cases and it just so happened that the big entertainment company that Chan also works for and of course, Minho does there too, was across the long avenues, but were basically across the street from each other.
It was strange, but suddenly Minho started visiting Chan more, hoping to find you there and when he did, he would take the opportunity to flirt with you in his unique way, which worked very well for you, you liked Minho so much but wanted to deny it.
Minho was more… you couldn’t explain it but he was more different, in fact he was so different from Hyunjin. Minho despite being rich liked to live a simple life and enjoyed the little things, it was as if being a father and being in a house suited him so well, he was such an old man. But he also had fantasies and liked to have a little fun, in fact he loved to tease people, which he started to do and you didn’t know how to act at first, maybe you were quite intimidated by the fact that his wife was literally a superstar, yet that didn’t stop him so that one afternoon when he seemed friendly and happy, he talked to you and as fate would have it, Chan stepped out for a brief moment, leaving you and Minho alone, so he began to tell you what he did at work and how he was also a professional choreographer and dancer, impressing you but justifying his maintained appearance and body.
He started joking with you, which made you feel good, his smile was adorable and you could melt right there just listening to his laugh. Minho started talking to you about a supposed new choreography which he invented and…. one second it was laughter and games and the next it became completely serious, as he suddenly stood behind you, holding your waist and placing his face next to yours, Minho had never touched you before because there was no need to. Your body tensed and your breathing momentarily cut off.
“And I’ve told the boys to take their work very seriously, dancing can leave them exhausted at times” Minho whispered close to you.
You found it meaningless what he had said, what did that have to do with him touching you, lowering one of his hands to your ass and the other near your pussy, but you didn’t complain.
“I had to tell them that in order to find themselves in such a sensual dance, they should start doing sensual things too…”
You were transfixed at his touch, he moved his body closer until you finally felt the touch of his cock as he was wearing loose shorts that clung a bit to his body, at least in his exquisite crotch.
You didn’t say anything, you just enjoyed the moment and how your body was struggling to keep up, but you were beginning to get hopelessly aroused.
“But me… who can help me with that, to give them my best too…”
Minho squeezed your pussy, surprising you, his whole hand under your femininity over your jeans. You collapsed, losing yourself, but before you could react, he pulled away from you abruptly.
“And well I also told them that creating some good tension on stage might be good for them by having the audience hooked on their movements” Minho spoke more relaxed, as if nothing had happened, almost in a mocking tone.
You turned to look at him, distressed. Minho had a haughty smile on his face and laughed softly in such amusement, naughtily running his tongue across his lips, but you didn’t find it funny, you found it ridiculous the way he had to approach and touch you, or so you wanted to feel as you were pathetically horny, screaming for sex from a mature, married man. Again, from a new man.
He saw your expression, so tenderly needy with eyes begging him to touch you again. He found it amusing and got even with you by letting him masturbate in the bathroom that day at Chan’s house. However, your expression… drove him crazy, he wanted to fuck you so hard until your pleading look is genuine, until you are covered in tears and in his cum. The thought made his cock twitch in despair.
“Minho…” you whispered, seeing his face and body in his snug, comfortable, sporty clothes.
His expression changed, giving you a dirty look, “Minho? Address me with respect, I’m older than you, kid.”
His authoritative tone and annoyed expression shouldn't have excited you so much, but it did, almost weakening your legs. Before he acted, however, Chan arrived.
And the next day it really happened, when you used the old technique of a slightly provocative outfit, getting all dolled up and thinking that if that worked on Minho it would be funny if he fell for the most typical and obvious, but you had to resort to that, you didn’t know how to approach him properly, when in fact you shouldn’t even do it.
But you were dying for a taste of Minho. One more unforgivable act and you would stop, you swore again.
Minho kept thinking about you, but he had no plans to fuck you, he had done enough with teasing you and that had already turned him into something he never thought he would be, a fucking cheating bastard, since he had no reason to touch another woman. But he kept fantasizing about how good you must feel, how inexperienced you must be, all horny, riding a cock senselessly and frantically believing that was the right way to satisfy a man, since that’s how you’d been taught to do it, at least by the dumb, immature college boys, or so he thought. Minho would be lying if he denied that he was incredibly attracted to you. But it was so wrong.
That day he casually went to see Chan on legal advice about something that came up as a conversation at his work earlier in the day, he could talk to him on the phone, but he wanted an excuse to at least see you, if he wasn’t going to allow himself to fuck you.
And he found you, attractively sitting behind a desk reading some papers, making notes, so focused and cute, making him feel so guilty and dirty as he had recurring thoughts of your weak sex-weary destroyed body.
But your face lit up at the sight of him and your attention was drawn to him.
Minutes later in the midst of conversation with his friend, Chan had to apologize and said that he remembered he had to leave urgently and it would take perhaps all afternoon, if Minho could please go drop you off at his house, to which strangely for Chan, Minho agreed instantly, leaving you alone once again at such a critical point for both of you.
Minho came dangerously close to you, with the dirty thought of fucking you on his friend’s desk, but he had to stop himself.
“Chan had to leave, I’ll drop you home” he spoke to you sharply.
“Now? I’ll leave now?”
“Yes, that’s when I have some time off.”
You had gone over the situation, feeling even guilty about raising looks from Chan towards you, that was not what you wanted, Chan was never your target because you had enormous respect for him and you thought that maybe you should start acting sane and also keep respect for his friends, stopping all the craziness.
You grabbed your stuff and your short skirt got exactly the kind of reaction you wanted from the beginning for Minho to have. It took nothing for him to drop you off at Chan’s house, go back to his job where his wife was busy on another floor and fuck her right there, but it took nothing for him to fuck you either.
“Oh, sure, wait here, I’ll go get my car,” he said.
He was so engrossed that he stopped thinking clearly. You got in his car, leaving Chan’s assistant to close the place later at closing time.
You were nervous and tried to distract yourself, thinking about how his car looked so good on him, it looked just like the kind of car Lee Minho would drive, you thought about what to eat once you got to the house, you just wanted to stop the crazy ideas, but now it was Minho who had them.
You didn’t even see him drive and acted modestly, while his piercing gaze saw every part of you, of your subtle cleavage and skirt so short he could see your panties easily in that position. Minho cursed menatally and thought he should have let you order a fucking cab. Chan argued that Missy was at some sort of all-important convection for Chase and they had the tickets for a while, so he didn’t want to disturb them at their bonding time and he didn’t want to keep you waiting.
You felt his heavy gaze and stirred a little excitedly in the seat, revealing a little momentary glimpse of your white panties. Minho tightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, so annoyed and helpless that he couldn’t do anything, he pursed his lips and wrinkled his nose a little, trying to calm himself down, you were literally doing nothing and you had him with his libido full, his mind spinning and his cock so hard it was squeezing in his jeans.
Minho was blinded in lust and finally spoke, confessing what his mind always wanted you to know:
“I bet you taste delicious.”
You blinked in confusion, thought you hadn’t heard his murmur right, innocently believing he was talking about food all of a sudden. Minho stopped at a red light and you both turned to look at each other. His intense gaze surprised you and you noticed him subtly agitated, his expression was serious and monotonous but his breathing was heavy, he was aroused, you noticed, it was impossible not to see his notorious bulge protruding from his pants.
You felt dizzy and heated, thinking how unreal the situation was.
“Excuse me?” you asked almost breathlessly.
“That I bet you taste delicious. I want to taste your sweet pussy until I make you scream, that’s what I said.”
You were surprised by his boldness and honesty. Minho spoke to you so directly, in such a demanding and serious tone, but you managed to see his slight sparkle in his eyes, almost enjoying what he said. He moved the car forward and it wasn’t superfluous to say that your world spun in every possible way.
“And… where will you do it Mr. Lee?” you returned to yourself, your weak body filled with pity and guilt glowing in desire again.
Minho smiled, so happy all of a sudden.
“I can’t fuck you in the car, the daylight is too bright. But we can do it at my place, there’s no one there now.”
You shivered and Minho was so happy that you easily agreed that he caressed your thigh; you sighed softly, he enjoyed teasing you until he brought his hand to your pussy, you didn’t understand how he could look so calm, with his cock aching and still driving while he pulled the fabric of your panties aside to caress your pussy, you were already a mess, it felt so good, but it was so wrong.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already, I see” Minho giggled softly, “We’re almost there, doll. Don’t worry.”
And Minho was almost cumming in his pants, his cock screaming for attention. All of you were doing it.
You arrived, Minho’s wife was gone, his children were being watched by his mother, everything was lining up perfectly for you, it seemed. You felt dirty again, with an ache in your chest but you couldn’t stop, you kept thinking about his mouth on your pussy.
Minho turned off from his cell phone every security camera in his house and directed you to a room, which didn’t look fancy enough to be his main room, but still looked spacious, nice and clean.
“Take off your clothes, sweetie” he commanded, so desperate, his hands on his hips waiting as he gasped for breath.
You obeyed him in a heartbeat, you felt so dirty filled with a voracious sexual hunger. Minho watched you, biting his lip eagerly until he saw you naked in front of him.
“Fuck” he sighed breathlessly, lust in person, so young and full of life, with soft round breasts and hard nipples, “Lie down and spread your legs, I’m gonna fucking eat your pretty pussy.”
His gaze was so penetrating and in trembling, excited steps you did his bidding, a command so rough and tactless it made your clit vibrate.
He moved closer to you, admiring you in that position with a smug smile, so submissive and begging to be serviced. He wanted to hear you ask for it. However, Minho resisted no more and pulled down his pants and underwear with a tug, you caught a glimpse of his big and taut cock so erect before he got on his knees facing the edge of the bed and in front of your pussy. You sighed, he was just as you expected.
Minho bit his lip at the sight of your exposed lubricated vulva, which throbbed in untouched pleasure.
“Look at you” he began to say amused, “the little slut so horny, tell me how badly you want it, say it now.”
You gasped as you felt the fingertip of his index caress your clit, your cheeks were beginning to burn in embarrassment, wanting to tell him that he was just as needy for pleasuring someone younger who was not his wife, such an old man horny for the forbidden.
Minho brought his face close to your pussy finally with you feeling his heavy hot breath and breathing, you shivered, watching him with your elbows resting on the mattress, he saw your whole body perfectly from that angle.
At this point you had no dignity, sex with two older, married men in a period of days were your biggest mistakes. So begging Lee Minho didn’t sound so bad after all.
“I-I want you to eat me, Mr. Lee.”
Minho smiled widely.
“Magic word” he requested, his eyebrows raised as if he was reminding something to a kid.
“Please” you whispered haltingly.
Minho gently pinched your clit before withdrawing his hand and taking care of your sensitive spot with his mouth. You moaned, small shocks of pleasure filled your body at the sensation of his warm and steady tongue making circles on your clit, then taking it over completely, biting and sucking hard, sticking his soft lips on the skin of your pussy. You arched your back and reflexively brought one of your hands to his soft, straight hair as you struggled to lean back with your other arm because you didn’t want to let him out of your sight, he looked so attractive with his face buried in your core. Minho left his right hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly and with the other he caressed the rest of your pussy, your sticky wet labia until he reached down to tease your entrance with his thick thumb, subtly inserting it making you sigh in desperation.
He finally lowered his mouth slowly to the rest of your cunt, licking and sucking your folds until he inserted two of his strong fingers into you, causing you to let out a squeal of surprise, Minho smiled with his lips pressed against you. You were a mess, you had never had your pussy eaten with so much attention and patience, you could tell he knew what he was doing and exactly which spots to touch, lick, nibble and suck, you were going crazy; most guys your age would lick senselessly and without a rhythm, with their exhausted jaws wanting to make you orgasm, they were inexperienced, they would be offended if you told them which spots to touch and you had to beg for oral sex… but Lee Minho, the expert Minho didn’t have to take any orders, he was giving them and he was making you see fucking heaven.
His fingers were filling your pussy so well like no one ever had before, digging deep inside you, your walls squeezing his digits so satisfyingly as he feasted himself on your delectable young cunt. Minho’s poor, exposed cock was on the verge of intense ejaculation, but he had incredible control of his body and wasn't going to cum until he was inside you.
You whimpered as you felt his restless tongue inside you as he removed his fingers from you, his nose bumping against your pussy as he tasted your perfect entrance, staining his chin and mouth, being strong evidence of how good he was making you feel.
After sizzling whimpers and your pussy being treated so specially, you were about to cum and Minho sensed it, so he replaced his tongue once more with his fingers, pulling away from you to see your beautiful flustered face about to climax.
You saw him, his lips and chin glossy from you, Minho was slightly flushed, his ears were bright red, he looked so tender and dominant at the same time, penetrating your insides with his fingers.
“C’mon, sweetie, cum, I know you’re about to do it.”
You were no longer thinking clearly, the tension of your orgasm was so strong that you frowned uncomprehendingly, your vision blurred slightly, his touches felt for a few seconds a couple of times better than before and in a moderate whimper, you let yourself collapse in an intense orgasm, shuddering and battling with the irregularity of your breathing.
You dropped your body onto the bed, tired as you relaxed your legs as you felt the absence of his digits in you. You were tired, satisfied.
Minho stood with a smile, wiping his residue of you from his mouth and pulled his body closer to you. You were recovering a little, your orgasm had been so intense that you didn’t react to seeing him this close.
“Open your mouth” he ordered.
You looked into his eyes and noticed his fingers heading for your mouth, you took them, sucking on them, tasting his skin and your own orgasm coated on them.
Minho kept watching you with a half smile, so proud to have you like this. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, brought his face close to yours and played with your lips, running his thumb wildly across them. You were again aroused by the heavy breaths of the two of you and his incredibly dominant look over your body.
Minho pulled away, he was so hot that he stripped off his black shirt quickly, revealing his muscular body. You bit your lip, seeing his body and his thick swollen cock.
You magically regained your strength again and sat up, so fascinated and attracted by his big dick, your eyes sparkled as your brain only worked to think that you had to touch him.
Minho saw your intentions and didn’t stop you, he let you do it, you looked tender with your eyes slightly widened in admiration as you moved towards his cock. You stroked his abds and moved your hand down to his recently shaved and stubbly pubic area that detonated in visible veins his erect member. You looked so fascinated, as if it was all an attraction you could touch.
Your pussy throbbed, still wet in your recent orgasm as you felt his cock between your hands, it was big and thick, so visibly pretty that you were dazzled. Minho moaned, his cock was so sensitive, leaking precum, he had small, slight sensations of an orgasm but had not fully ejaculated his load, his balls ached and his body was tense, that was why he was going to fuck you all at once but he let himself be carried away by your gentle caresses.
You slid your hand down his length, staring into his eyes, Minho was doing everything to look hard and hold his position, but he was dying to whimper and fall to your touches. And, when he saw you were about to bring your mouth close, he stopped you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to do it, but that he was eager to unload every drop into you one by one.
“Enough. Turn around and let me see your ass.”
You looked at him confused, which he intimidatingly raised his eyebrows waiting for you to react quickly.
You got into that position, squealing with excitement knowing that he was going to fuck you, still in the midst of the thrill, you wondered to yourself if you should ask him to use a condom, you didn’t want to end up making a big mistake. Bigger than fucking a married man.
Minho pulled your body with ease, making you stand up from the bed and letting your legs bump on the edge of it.
Minho took his cock, also debating whether to reach for a condom or fuck you with his raw cock, arousing him to immense levels at the thought of filling your entire pussy with every drop of his cum. He bit his lip, teasing your entrance with his bare glans, fantasizing about the idea of making you his, his heart was racing, he was about to do it, fuck you unprotected to feel your insides at first contact. You wiggled your ass while you arched your back ready to be fuck, needy and softly moaning until Minho spanked you hard twice unexpectedly, making you groan in surprise and excitement.
“Fuck” he sighed, “Why don’t you say anything, huh? You’re so fucking needy begging for my cock, you want me to fuck you like this without protection, don’t you?”
Minho spoke, in a thick voice that made your core rumble. The idea of his cock twitching inside you unprotected suddenly felt so good, you turned to see him, letting lust win again for both of you.
“Yes, please, Mr. Lee, fuck me.”
The thought filled his body and cock again, rubbing his cock against your folds to lubricate him and then gently thrusting his unprotected glans into you.
“Say it again” he ordered, the vein in his neck showing.
“Fuck me, please.”
His tip felt so good but you were desperate for his full length filling you up. Minho smiled at your needy expression. You raised your ass higher, the thought of the risk quickened his heart more, Minho was fucking fertile, his wife got pregnant as she ground his cock and cum in her folds and after she took the pill. And he could swear you were too, so young, panting for sex, so naive without measuring the consequences, Minho was blinded by pleasure and temptation that licking his lips he thought amused that he was going to get you pregnant so you would stop behaving like a little whore with any man asking for unprotected sex. He was going to teach you a lesson and at the same time he was going to fuck you like they had never fucked you before, all those immature guys who presumed to fuck you. He was going to make you remember and never forget.
Minho slid all the way in, stretching out your entrance until you felt his balls brush against your body and his tip touch the deepest part of you, caressing your cervix. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, it hurt like the first time. He grunted in pleasure, you were squeezing him so well, making him think for a second if you were a virgin or it was just his swollen, pumping cock that had to hold out so hard.
One of Minho’s hands went to your waist squeezing you tightly the other one grabbed your hips to finally push your body. At first he pushed your body, to peruse your wet open hole giving room for his cock and how his raw cock slid smoothly into you, the skin of his veiny cock coated in your glistening liquid, sliding in and out of your pussy, Minho was going to make sure he left every drop of his cum in you to teach you a fucking lesson, to let everyone know you were his, to make you remember the day when you were so well fucked and accepted his exposed cock in you without thinking.
Minho smiled broadly, starting to ram you deep, moving your body with each intense, rough thrust, making you whimper, you were still adjusting to his size but for now your body was starting to ache, combining with pleasure.
He gasped, your walls were so tight squeezing him so torturously that he could cum weakly in moments.
“What a pretty and tight pussy you have, kitten, it feels so fucking good.”
Minho kept pounding your pussy hard, weakening your body, feeling his large size protrude into your lower abdomen; he noticed how you were slightly desperate not knowing where to put your hands, so he quickly acted and grabbed your forearms with force exalting the veins of his strong hands, leaving you helpless at his disposal, with his cock filling every inch of you, and even more, your poor entrance and interior was starting to be attacked by Minho’s cock as he accelerated his rhythm, moving his hips on you so satisfyingly until reaching your G-spot, finally you managed to combine the pain with your pleasure filling you completely, you couldn’t stop whimpering, each intense impact of his pelvis against your body clouded your sight more and more.
Minho was panting and overbearing to have you at his disposal, listening to you whimpering, his ego went to his head, he knew he was good at sex and fucked hard and he did it so rough that it left you shaking and sore.
Minho kept up his intense pace, thrusting hard into you until you could hear your skins collapsing and your soaking wet pussy sliding on his cock, you were both mesmerized, Minho could count your encounter as one of his best sexual experiences, the inside of your pussy squishing on his cock was an heavenly sensation. Minho hummed in pleasure, finding your submissive position so arousing; you were in a slightly uncomfortable position as he was holding you by your arms so tightly, but the sensation of being slightly motionless made you experience sex like you never had before, Minho was making you explore so many new sensations that you whimpered in pleasure with soft tears forming in your glistening eyes.
“Mmm, you’re taking so well my cook, kitten, look at you like a fucking good slut. You like being fuck hard, don’t you?”
Your whole body got hot listening to him talk dirty, you could listen to him for hours while his cock is shoved in your pussy.
“Y-yes, Min-” he pounded you harder, “Mr. Lee!”
You babbled in a squeak oh my god, enjoying being fucked hard like you had never experienced before.
It was feeling so good but at the same time it was like you were being split in two, your face was flushed red as you were so close to your orgasm. You didn’t know how he was doing it but it didn’t feel like a fuck where he was mindlessly penetrating you, his movements were frantic but the intensity of the perfect control of his hips blurred your vision and took you to the edge.
You felt his cock throbbing in your core as your near orgasm squeezed it slightly tighter, almost milking him dry, however, Minho in one swift movement grabbed both your arms with one hand while with the other went in search of your hair, to pull it back and whisper to you in a husky voice, “Come here.”
You did your best to lift your sore body, with a little of his help, and press your naked back against his bare chest.
“Cum, little slut,” he growled in your ear, grabbing your neck with one of his hands while the other held your quivering body in your mons venus, his nimble fingers stimulating your sensitive clit, “Cum all over my fucking cock and I’m gonna cum all inside you to make you mine. I bet no little brat has ever fucked you the way I do” his lips were glued to your ear, you heard every gasping breath and felt the vibration of his voice on your back as you were pinned to his chest, you shook in response, causing him to let out a smug chuckle in your ear, with the ache in your abdomen from his cock and from your second intense orgasm, “You just love when I make you cum, don’t you?”
“Y-yees” you replied raggedly through the constant battle with your breathing and racing heart, the edge of your orgasm, and his intense thrusts into your pussy that made your body move, blurrily seeing the arm veins that wrapped around your neck.
Suddenly Minho whimpered in your ear, tightening his previous soft grip on your neck.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum you dirty slut.”
His ramming continued and he began to lightly choke you, more tears graced your face, the pain and pleasure was getting so intense that you collapsed again more fiercely and broke free from the growing knot in your stomach, falling into a rumbling orgasm leaving you shuddering and lifeless.
Minho also cum at the sensation of your orgasm collapsing on him, satisfying you audibly as you heard his loud moan and filling the inside of your vagina with every drop of his loaded cock just as he had promised himself. You felt his warm shot into you still with his cock inside and a tired Minho rested his chin on your shoulder as he slowly released his grip on your neck.
He pulled out of you leaving your dripping entrance.
“Let me see your pussy full of my cum, kitten” Minho ordered breathlessly.
Tired, you sat on the bed and spread your legs, you moaned at the tingle of the fluids slipping into you and Minho smiled, to pull you close and give you a short but tender and passionate kiss on your lips. Your first kiss, after the dirty act.
“Aw, you look so tired, you’ve never been fucked this hard before, my babygirl?” he spoke almost mockingly.
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You couldn't stop for a while, you lived a double life entangled in the guilt and strong arms of two men. They were both sex gods so ready to please you, they knew what they were doing and it drove you crazy.
There were many differences between the two, but you loved fucking them and having fun with both equally, with the same intensity. Neither of them knew that you were fucking them at the same time, honestly you were there for a good time, not to promise them that you would always belong to them, when they already belonged to someone else in the first place.
With Hyunjin, your encounters became serious when he returned to the topic of not making you cum and promised to do so, renting a penthouse exclusively for the two of you where you could both sin without a problem. That place became a witness to your dirty and fateful encounters.
Hyunjin was softer and more tender with you, he loved foreplay and you deciding what to do, what to touch, he put your needs before his, anyway he knew you were going to please him and that was enough for his miserable and needy slightly mature body.
You loved the contrast of the two of them, some days you would see Hyunjin and others Minho, you'd text for hours, have fun sending each other risqué messages and then take out every sorrow and frustration on you and your young, docile, libido filled body. You loved that with Hyunjin you were soft, he gave you the sweetest kisses and you could be in control… but with Minho everything was very different, he gave you orders for everything and left your body sore.
Hyunjin liked you, because he could fill himself with as much sexual pleasure as he wanted, just like Minho, you seemed to have no limits.
That night you felt guilty when he informed you that he had rented the place just for the two of you, but you decided to accept it cynically. He showered you with expensive gifts and filled your bank account with money, all while giving you some of the best sex. You didn't know where to put the gifts or hide them, so he gave you the keys to the penthouse so you could leave all his gifts and use them once you were alone, without your sister asking where you got a Cartier bracelet or new handbags from the latest Versace collection. You noticed that with his gifts, Hyunjin was looking for something more lasting which alerted you a lot, but then you forgot about it when you arrived at the place with absolutely nothing to worry about, you both had developed the ability to be soulless and cynical monsters, guiltless enough to enjoy sexual pleasures with the city light outside the big windows as your witnesses.
Hyunjin always made sure to kiss you before initiating any sexual act, his soft lips always lived close to your face and body in every moment you shared alone. He loved to touch you and slide his hand under your dress to caress and take care of your pussy. His deft fingers would easily slide into your already lubricated area and he would gently thrust into you. You both undressed and he continued to caress your sensitive pussy until he guided you to the bed still kissing you. You enjoyed his kisses so much that you both dropped on the mattress and masturbated his cock, you adored the feel of his quivering dick, Hyunjin drove you wild that you couldn't say no to his adorable face begging for sex.
Your encounters were like this, on lonely nights when you got overly turned on and asked him to lie down on the bed, Hyunjin with an adorable and wide smile would obey, in contrast to his colossal cock intimidatingly wagging at you as it was exposed. He was also pleasurably hurting your pussy every time you fucked. He was so handsome you could eat him out, you unloaded all that energy as you sat on his erect cock, grinding on it and sliding your wet folds into his stiffness, making him whimper.
“Mmm, fuck, it feels so good, baby, you love my cock, don't you, baby?” moaned Hyunjin taking hold of your breasts tightly and massaging them.
You nodded frantically in response, Hyunjin loved it when you had fun with his cock, putting it in your mouth, on your pussy, while riding him, masturbating him even with lazy footjob on his cock when watching a movie and the two of you are at the far ends of the couch spaced apart.
You continued, sliding up and down, rubbing all over your wet pussy making pressure on his cock and his exposed abdomen, panting, and seeing him so appetizing and handsome. You moved closer to him, as he had made you an addition to his lips and you kissed him, the sensation of his mouth working against yours made your pussy throb more and you remembered how good his lips felt on your pussy.
Pulling away from him, you looked at him with your huge bambi eyes that he adores and said:
“Can I sit on your face, Hyun?”
Hyunjin almost cum before your innocent gaze rubbing on his cock as you ask for fucking his face.
You knew Hyunjin wouldn't say no to you. And then he would cuddle you to keep chatting about his whole life, you liked him, you weren't going to deny it, he was handsome, interesting, kind… but he was married, you wanted to keep it to just sex without feelings, at least until your summer was over.
Minho, on the other hand, debated long and hard whether to continue seeing you and ended up giving in completely, offering the cabin he had a few hours outside the city as your main place of pleasure.
You didn't feel proud, you felt dirty and Minho always reminded you of that, he loved to talk dirty and sometimes referred to you with sweet names and sometimes blurted out in excitement somewhat derogatory names, both of which made you horny anyway.
Nights with Minho were darker, he didn't make sure to kiss you before doing any act, he loved to tease you and watch every reaction, whispering dirty and defiantly, “Wasn't this what you wanted?”
You loved to tease him and misbehave only to receive your painful punishment. It was as if you were balancing very well the sweet sex with Hyunjin, with the hard and painful one Minho was giving you.
He was so forward and a total pervert, at first he liked you to call him Mr. Lee, but as he became more confident he asked you to call him daddy. He liked to feel in control and the absolute authority of your body and pleasure.
Sometimes you would get very proud and try to play his same game, making comments that you knew made his blood boil and hurt his ego, throwing at him in a mocking tone, “And you? You're so needy too, daddy, look at you, your wife's pussy isn't enough so you come to taste mine.”
Minho paused, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, letting his heavy hand fall on your exposed and sensitive vagina, slapping it hard and making you cry out in pain. Minho hated talking about his wife when he was with you and hated it even more when you talked about her, unlike Hyunjin who used you as his therapist to tell every complaint he had.
Minho stood up, coming close to your face to slap it too. That night he was so furious, and not exactly because of you, but he was taking it out unfairly on you. He was fed up with his wife's glamorous life, her fame was starting to fall on his shoulders as it was starting to affect his children, which hurt him, they were the most precious thing to Minho.
He moved your body with ease, putting your body over his lap to begin spanking you.
But those were the unusual nights, what Minho liked about you was that you never seemed to get tired, your body never got full of him, apparently, you could take round after round until you ran him dry, he loved to call you derogatory names to remind you how unbelievably slutty you were behaving and in the end he didn't talk much like Hyunjin did, Minho showed his caring and affection by making you dinner and talking softly about him, though he was extremely reserved, though to you… something about Minho caught your attention so much, for days you wanted to deny it, but you liked him slightly more than Hyunjin.
But you lived trapped in the sexual fantasies of two men, you didn't really believe them capable of seeing you with fondness or affection. Two men, running away from home and families just so they could fill your pussy and fuck you releasing every sexual frustration on them. You were their little doll, their fucktoy.
But like everything, your little empire fell little by little once Minho was starting to suspect that you were also sleeping with another man, but he was manic, trying to figure out if that man could be Chan. Also Hyunjin's wife, Yeji began to suspect him, he was late, he didn't come to sleep, she went to designer stores and the workers kindly told her if she wanted another pair of the same garment, bag or shoes that her husband had already bought. But Hyunjin had a very huge problem, as he was slightly falling in love with you. He couldn't help it.
Cw: soft!Minho (jd) x domFem!Reader (veronica), Heathers, rough ish, slapping, hair pulling, mention of getting caught, swearing, unprotected sex
Wc: 1.9k
Summary: You need it hard, you're his dead girl walking
AN: now you know that lino would make a fine fine jason dean I mean look at him wow, but I went for the shy-ish approach since it's how he acts in dead girl walking!
"Y-Y/n, what are you doing in my room?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly, a desire filled blush heating up your cheeks as your eyes observed his confusion. With a deliberate seductiveness, you climbed forward, crawling on top of him.
"Sorry, i just really need to ride you." You hummed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.
"What?!" He whisper yelled.
Minho leaned back instinctively, his adam's apple visibly bobbing in his throat as he gulped.
"Wait- W- Ride me?" He stammered, his ears glowing red.
Oh, he was adorable.
You stood in the cool night air, your breath forming small clouds in front of you as you gazed up at Minho's window, hugging your arms over the thin layer of your cardigan. A mischievous grin spread across your lips as you reached up, hoisting yourself onto his balcony so that you could hover your fingers over his window latch.
It was rusty and fragile, and it looked like it hadn't been used since it was installed many years ago. With the gentlest of twists, the lock snapped open with a gratifying click.
You stifled a giggle, your heart fluttering with images of him completely flustered when he woke up to find you beside him, completely unaware. The thrill of sneaking in sent your pulse skyrocketing.
With a swift push, you opened the window, his hinges creaking ever so slightly, but you didn't care enough to stop pushing.
You took a deep breath and hoisted yourself through, your barely tied boots hitting his carpet softly.
As your eyes adjusted to his room, your gaze swept across the new surroundings, the soft glow of the moonlight letting you see well enough. Posters of his favourite bands stuck haphazardly across the walls, a guitar casually leaning against the bookshelf- filled with novels and poetry and manga. You smiled as you saw his desk, cluttered with his notes and random sketches, crumpled pieces of paper stacked underneath his cans of mountain dew. His room felt just like him, adorably chaotic.
As you tiptoed closer to his bed, your eyes landed on him, sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. He looked so cute, his tousled black hair splayed across his forehead, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Minho was so.. Minho.
It was hard to ignore the desire he planted in you.
You were so entranced by the thought of him that you didn't even notice anything blocking your path to him until your foot was firmly in his bin.
With a surprised giggle, you stumbled forward, falling down to the foot of his bed as your arms reached out to steady yourself- unintentionally jostling him awake.
Minho's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion was all you could read on his face as he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. He blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sight of you in front of him.
"Y-Y/n, what are you doing in my room?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly, a desire filled blush heating up your cheeks as your eyes observed his confusion. With a deliberate seductiveness, you climbed forward, crawling on top of him.
"Sorry, i just really need to ride you." You hummed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.
"What?!" He whisper yelled.
Minho leaned back instinctively, his adam's apple visibly bobbing in his throat as he gulped.
Your heart raced as you moved forward, shrugging off your cardigan as you settled into his lap. With one hand, you caressed his chest over his black t shirt, the other fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.
"Wait- W- Ride me?" He stammered, his ears glowing red.
Oh, he was adorable.
Part of you just didn't understand how he inspired such wicked thoughts in you, but 90% of you couldn't care less, wanting to spend the time before your inevitable social slaughter with him inside you.
"Just shut up, take your shirt off," you whispered against his lips, pressing them together with a soft yet desperate urgency.
He took a second to process your statement, your lips moving on his, your hands tugging his hair, before he let out a low moan. Minho's mind seemed to catch up then.
He nodded quickly, his hands fumbling to find the hem of his shirt beneath his duvet so that he could raise it up and over his head. You heard his breathing quicken as he chucked it somewhere behind you, but you were shoving your tongue between his lips before he could even catch a break.
Your hands seemed to move of their own accord, clammering at his shoulders as you grinded against him.
"Ahh.. god," he murmured, his mouth pulling into a nervous smile as he squeezed his eyes shut cutely. "I-Is this because of-"
"Yeah," you bit his bottom lip, "don't focus on that, Min, just touch me."
"Alright, okay.." He whispered, his hands tentatively climbing your body, caressing your arms, gently tracing your collarbones until he held your face in his palms with so much softness that it almost made you laugh.
"No, Minho, I need it hard." You urged him, lifting your hips for a second so you could yank away the covers between your bodies.
As you pressed yourself back into his lap, you felt the thickness in his boxers between your legs. You sighed and rocked your hips back and forth, watching the way his teeth claimed his bottom lip- a small whimper escaping anyway.
He heard your words because he nodded, but the furthest he got with your plead was cradling your face with maybe a smidge more force as he leant his head back against the wall.
"Harder," you huffed, and his eyes fluttered open nervously, flicking up and down your body.
"Really? H-harder?"
"Mm," you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Slap me, pull my ha-"
"Yeah.. O-Okay," he gulped, sliding his hand round to gather your hair in a fist, tugging your head back.
He winced, and you just knew he was about to apologise before he heard the relieved moan unabashedly leave you. Minho seemed to falter, his other hand dropping straight to your ass to deliver a quick, slightly nervous tap.
"That's it.. yeah," you grinned, "come on, more."
The next moments seemed to trigger realisation in him. It was like watching the light bulb spark right above his head as confidence started to flicker in his anxious heart. He shifted his weight underneath you, gripping your waist firmly as he guided your strokes.
The man leaned in with a grin, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that was deeper and more assured than the first. It sent a rush of heat through you, your desire igniting tenfold as he started to reciprocate stronger.
"How did you.. Mm, even find my address?"
"Shh," you giggled, grabbing his chin and pulling his head down as you raised to your knees. "Don't ask."
He laughed breathlessly, his eyes flicking down, confronted with the sight of his straining bulge. Luckily, he had the common sense to know what it was you wanted, and quickly pulled his boxers down past his cock.
"God, you're beautiful." You praised him, licking the underside of his jaw. "You know that?"
He shook his head, parting his lips to respond, except nothing but a strangled gasp ever left him as you sunk down until he bottomed out inside of you.
"Fuck," you hissed, gripping his shoulders. "Wow."
"Y-Yeah," he moaned, the sweet sound muffled as he slapped his palm over his mouth. "Wow."
Using your leverage, you raised your hips slowly until just his tip was being sucked inside you- and you dropped your body until you were flush against him again. He struggled to keep quiet when you started to bounce, sticking true to your need for hard and rough.
"G-God, wait-"
"I can't, Min," you whined, giving him a little slap to the chest.
You could hardly think with all the sensations, Minho's long length stroking that soft spot inside you with every drop of your hips. His hands desperately tugging at every piece of flesh he could fit between his fingers to try and keep up. His strong thighs twitching and snapping up underneath you, subconsciously trying to reach deeper and deeper.
"Baby, Y/n, b-baby.." He hissed, choking out the words between whimpers.
"Yeah?" You sighed out blissfully.
"M'gonna.. uhhng, I'm.. oh.."
Adorable.
You tugged at his black hair, your breath bouncing off of the shell of his ear as you bit your lip.
"Please.. Min, w-wait, I'm not done yet."
He nodded eagerly, longing to please you at heart- although the sentiment came with a string of whines and louder moans as he squeezed his nails into your thighs.
"You're.. g-going to wake your parents-" you chuckled.
Minho cringed, but the expression lasted no longer than a second before it melted back into ecstasy. The thought seemed to enter one ear and pour out the other as you kept bouncing up and down, your walls milking his cock.
You clenched around him wildly as you felt yourself rocketing towards an orgasm. The room was filled with the lewd noises of sex, his bed banging against the wall and the metal creaking rhythmically. If that wasn't enough, the two of you were hardly trying to keep it down.
"Fuck!" He grabbed your hips, forcefully speeding up your pace to keep some sense of control. "I.. I c-can't wait.."
You nodded, biting your lip until it tuned white. "Mm, f-uck, cum then."
"Are.. are you sure?"
"On the pill," you clarified, easing the restraint in his expression, you had been too desperate to bother with a condom.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head at the thought of cumming inside of you, and it seemed to do him in, because seconds later he was rooting your hips flush to his. Minho's fingers dug into your skin, pressing you down, pinning you against him while he shot the milky white ropes of his release inside of you.
You squirmed, trying to rock against him for your own orgasm for only a single moment before you gave up and shot your hand between your legs- the pads of your fingers rubbing your clit vigorously. You chased the climax that very almost got away from you, but you managed to cream on his cock without much more effort.
His eyes fluttered open just in time to watch you arch your back and hang your head with a blissful smile. Minho mirrored your expression, his nerves alight with the thrill of fucking while the possibility of being caught dangled in front of his nose, but he managed to relax anyway.
His body slid down the wall slightly, his fingers gently brushing the hair from your face, unsticking it from your forehead.
"Did- um, was that okay?" He asked quietly, the shyness seeming to seep back into him the longer he watched you come down.
"It was perfect, Minho." You giggled, easing his worry. "But I'm not letting you sleep anytime soon."
"A-ah.." He murmured, his face flushing boyishly. "You want more?"
With a teasing grin, you carded your fingers across his scalp, exposing his face to you properly after his bangs were swept away. You couldn't help but admire the way his skin got redder, contrasting his midnight hair.
"You better chug that mountain dew, Min."
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“It doesn’t even matter that you broke the contract.”
“Why?”
“Rule number five. Don’t fall in love with each other. I broke the contract from the start, Y/N,” he says.
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: suggestive content [ semi-public encounters at a party, make out session, marking ], quick mention of weed [ jisung ], cigarette smoking [ jisung again], consumption of alcohol, mention of cheating, jealousy
[ words ]: 7.4K
[ note ]: thank you agaaain for everything. here is the next part and it's getting very angsty :( I hope you like it and if that's the case, I'm always endlessly happy about your feedback, no matter if reblogs, comments or asks. love you all xx !!
You wake up clinging to someone. Perhaps, you must have fallen asleep on the couch with Felix again. This happens quite often, especially during busier weeks like this one. You pull him closer, your eyes still closed, as your arms and legs stay wrapped around his form. Then you hear the birds singing. They sound extraordinarily loud today. Weird. You’ve probably left the window open.
“Y/N.”
Felix’s voice sounds different today as well.
“Hey, princess, you should wake up. We need to pack our stuff and head back home. The other ones are already waiting for us.”
Your eyes immediately shoot open. You’re cuddling with Minho. You must have fallen asleep with him last night. Together in a tent.
This wasn’t part of the contract, right?
His soft smile fills your vision but out of reflex you quickly let go off his body. “Morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
This feels domestic. A little too domestic for your hopeless heart. Lee Minho shouldn’t be the one to cause butterflies to roam around in your stomach. Certainly not this early in the morning either. So, all you do is nod, as you try to avoid his gaze at its best.
“I’m gonna head to the washroom and take a shower, yeah?”
When he notices there’s no much reaction coming from you, Minho lets go and gets up. He dearly hopes he didn’t go too far with anything. After all, you’ve been the one to cuddle with him all night, sticking to him like glue. Perhaps, you’re overwhelmed. Falling asleep together wasn’t part of the plan, he knows that. And as if the worries caused by last night weren’t already enough, he’s also being plagued by the fact that your crush asked Minho’s sister out on a date. He needs to tell you but he fears he won’t be able to do it.
Once he is outside, you allow your mind to take a break from all this. Why did it feel so good—not just last night’s encounter but also sleeping in one tent together? You're aware that you’ve crossed so many lines by now regarding the contract and definitely when it comes to Hyunjin too. You feel like a cheater, absolutely sick of yourself.
“Y/N?”
Now you recognise this voice, “Yeah Lix?”
“Can I come in?” You allow him to enter the tent and he greets you, asking you if you slept well and all. “Everything okay?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, Felix. I’m just… confused.”
“Is that something new?”
You shove your pillow into his side but let out a laugh.
“Sorry. Why are you feeling this way?” he questions again.
You sigh, “I’m… I went to the flea market yesterday with Hyunjin. On a date. At least I think so. We held hands and kissed and all. Then he bought me a necklace. It’s pretty, I can’t deny that but he also noticed how a different necklace caught my eye. One that’s more of my style, if you will.”
Repeating what happened yesterday makes you cringe a little. It suddenly feels as if Hyunjin and you aren’t quite compatible, if you think about it. But you don’t want to think that way. Not if you’ve held onto the idea for so long that him and you could become a couple. He’s the man of your dreams, right?
“He’s a man… a very heterosexual man, don’t expect much from him,” Felix says.
You chuckle, but start again, “That’s what I thought too. He thinks from his perspective but still wanted to do something to bring a smile to my face. But then we went camping and… suddenly Minho gave me this.” You bring out the accessories your so-called enemy granted you. “This is the one I was looking at. It matches the earrings I wore the other day when he was at our place. I’m… I don’t know what to do, Lix.”
Felix nods. You can’t quite read his expression. “Hmm, yeah, I get that. Well, it’s pretty obvious.”
“What?”
“Hyunjin is an idiot and Minho and you should get together,” he explains, clapping his hands.
Your eyes widen, “The fuck are you talking about?”
“You heard me. He obviously has feelings for you and the fact that you spent your whole last week with him without getting into a fight once—at least I suppose you haven’t—tells me enough. Well, you’re idiots too. But idiots in love,” he adds, a bright smile all over his face as if he’s talking about a fairytale. Because that’s what it is. Wishful thinking. Nothing more.
Wait, what?
Why are you in your head referring to it like something positive? How could your whole perspective about Minho change within five days? Well, to be fair at this point, you’ve never hated him. You’ve only disliked him because he’s done nothing but tease you for these past three and a half years.
“I’m not in love with him, how many more times do you want me to tell you?”
“I don’t care what you tell me or if you lie to me. But you should always be honest to yourself and, most importantly, to Minho,” Felix explains.
And his words sting. Because they are so unbelievably full of truth that it hurts. He’s right. You won’t be able to ignore it longer that you have to face your feelings.
“What about Hyunjin? Do you love him?” Felix asks now.
This question seems even more complicated. You’ve always thought you do. Because he’s been your crush for years, right? Your first kiss. Your first love. He should be your first boyfriend too.
But then again, he’s been making you wait for over half a year now and the necklace situation has left you even more confused.
“Y-Yeah… I mean, I’ve had a crush on him for years,” you reply. “I shouldn’t give up now, right?”
Felix chuckles, “Y/N… relationships don’t work like your college degree and exams do. If you don’t have feelings for him anymore you don’t have to get together with him.”
“I’m… just confused. I don’t know what I feel or what I want,” you admit. And it’s the first time you’re completely honest not only to your best friend but also to yourself.
“You know what? Maybe tonight will bring you some knowledge. You’ll see them together and perhaps your heart will be able to make a decision,” he suggests, patting your head.
You smile. “Maybe you’re right… thank you, Lixie.”
“Not for that, my dear,” he reassures you. You know you can always count on Felix. You’re so glad that he’s helping you with this whole dilemma. It shouldn’t be taken for granted that he just accepted the mess you’ve created and didn’t judge you like you had expected. But now you need to know more about his love life.
“By the way,” you start again, wiggling your eyebrows, “you and Changbin? Any news?”
He giggles, while scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, actually. We’re… well, turns out we’ve been on the same page this whole time so… he’s my boyfriend now.”
You squeal, “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!”
“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll tell you everything once we’re home, yeah? We should get ready now.”
Minho knows that it’s inevitable. Sooner or later he needs to get some advice and it seems as if the only person that’s possibly able to help him is Jisung. Which means he’s basically doomed. No offense to his best friend, but he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to solve this dilemma. But Minho has known from the start what he’s getting himself into, after all. It all started out so innocently. Well, no, that’s a lie. He was aware that it’d mess with his head and heart at some point.
So, now he finds himself in his apartment, having Jisung over for lunch, desperately trying to figure out what he should do.
“Ji?”
They’re sitting on the balcony, his best friend has a cigarette between his index and middle finger while Minho tries to escape the smoke.
“Yeah, bro?”
“Could I ask you for advice?”
Jisung shifts in his seat, “Me? You sure that’s a good idea, man?”
Minho snickers and so does his friend, “Fair point. No, but… I feel like you’re the only one who I can talk to about this.”
“Oh, I don’t have any weed with me, but I can head back home and sell you a few grams–“
“No, you idiot. It’s not about that. Just listen for a second,” Minho tells the other one, rolling his eyes.
“Okay, okay, princess,” his best friend jokingly replies, holding his hands up high as if he’s been arrested, unaware of the fact what this unserious pet name evokes inside his friend’s head that gets reminded of none other than you again.
“It’s something… about Y/N,” he lets out.
“You’ve still got a crush on her?”
Minho sighs, “Yeah… unfortunately.” He’s avoiding Jisung’s gaze or, well, anything that can be avoided, including his own feelings although speaking about it helps.
“Hm, with Hyunjin being back and all… I get it,” his best friend says, nodding.
How’s Minho gonna explain things? How’s he supposed to present this whole shitshow that he’s put himself into willingly and now is facing the consequences of?
“I think I made a mistake,” he starts.
“What? You’re Lee Minho. Mistakes aren’t part of your life.”
Minho takes a deep breath. “Last Sunday, no… do you remember when we met at her and Felix’s place last weekend?”
“Hm, I do,” the younger one replies.
“And you proposed that she should practice dating and sex with someone in order to get more experience for Hyunjin?”
Jisung’s eyes are widening, he’s shaking his head, already wondering what Minho is trying to tell him, “Oh, Min… where the fuck is this leading to?”
“Well, I offered it to her,” he admits.
His best friend bursts out in laughter, “You’re such an idiot. And now she thinks you’re an idiot too. Wait that’s nothing–“
“She accepted my offer. We made up some weird contract and have been messing around since then. Behind Hyunjin’s back. No one knows, well, except for you now,” Minho explains.
Jisung’s cigarette falls down, luckily landing in the ashtray, and for a minute his mouth stays parted and he seems paralysed.
“Ji? You okay?”
“Okay?! You ask me if I’m okay? After you tell me that you’ve been sleeping with the girl who you’ve been in love with for years? And you didn’t tell me?”
“She and I agreed to not tell anyone, it’s part of the contract,” Minho explains, as if this would make the situation itself any better.
“Which you just broke. Did you for real make a contract?”
“Yes,” he repeats, speaking through gritted teeth.
“I don’t even wanna know what else is in there, perhaps what positions you are gonna try– yikes, I’ll stop myself,” Jisung’s says, shaking his head.
“Shut the fuck up, you simp,” Minho counters.
The younger one’s arms are crossed in front of his chest. “I’m not a simp.”
“‘If you excuse me, I need to play video games now, smoke some weed and cry like a real man like God intended,’” he quotes his friend dramatically.
“Who told you that?”
“Y/N,” Minho chuckles.
“Ugh, you’re besties now, aren’t you?”
“We’re not,” he replies. “That’s the thing, she’s still head over heels for Hyunjin and… well, I thought this time would be different, I felt as if she was falling for me too but I guess that’s just wishful thinking, right?”
“Dude, listen,” Jisung starts, leaning forward, as he stubs out the cigarette properly, “she’s never been with a guy before. All she’d done up until then was give Hyunjin a little peck, that’s it. You invite her over, immediately gain her trust and within less than a week she allows you, no, encourages you to do things together that she wasn’t ready for in over twenty years…”
“Yeah but… in order to ‘study’ for her dates with Hyunjin…”
Jisung takes a deep breath, before his elbows come in contact with the wooden table, as he’s correcting his posture. “Has there been some moment where it felt like it wasn’t because of him?”
“Yeah… uhm, we fell asleep together last night in the tent and when I woke up she was clinging onto me,” Minho says.
“Well, Y/N is a person that likes cuddling.”
Don’t destroy the moment I thought I had with her.
“How do you know?”
“Felix,” Jisung says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Hm, okay.”
Minho tries to not show the emotions that are currently bubbling up inside his stomach but he does the worst job at it.
Jisung sighs, “Bro, seriously, don’t be jealous of him. He’s literally got his own boyfriend.”
“Sorry, you’re right,” he replies, knowing his best friend is speaking the truth.
“So, were there other situations?”
“It felt… it sometimes felt as if… when we were intimate as if she’s doing this to be with me.” Because that’s what it has been feeling like. He doesn’t want to believe that it was all fake. “Apart from that, we spent lots of time together just talking. As if we’re friends. And I keep wondering why we haven’t been close before.”
“Well, you idiot have been busy ignoring and annoying her,” Jisung tells him.
Minho scoots closer, “To make it easier for me, Han. Because this was the only way to have her near me without losing my mind and breaking my own heart.”
“But… It's been three years… Hyunjin and her have only been whatever the hell they are for like a year. I mean the flirting and all.”
Thanks for digging the knife in the wound, Jisung.
“I know. But… partly, I was just too scared to admit that I like her. You know I don’t have that much experience either which makes this even more ridiculous. I’ve only ever slept with one woman in my life, Areum–“
“Please put a trigger warning: Areum next time,” Jisungs cuts him off.
Minho rolls his eyes, “Anyway, I’ve only ever slept with one woman in my life and propose the idea of teaching Y/N as if I’m extraordinarily good at this.”
“I realise we’re all losers in this friend group,” Jisung lets out, reaching inside his jeans’ pocket to fish out another cigarette from the box.
“There’s a big difference between me proposing to my crush that I can help with her lack in experience and you chatting to imaginary girls on Discord,” Minho says.
“Fuck you. She’s real, okay? She just got shy and that’s why she cancelled the camping trip.”
Jisung places the cigarette between his lips and guides the lighter to the tip.
“Apart from that, Felix has a boyfriend now and Hyunjin… has everyone with a working pulse surrounding him as if he’s some Greek God,” Minho explains.
His best friend takes a drag, “That doesn’t make him less of a loser.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Lee Minho,” Jisung scolds him.
“Don’t use my full name, bro.”
The younger one rolls his eyes, “What I’m trying to say is… Hyunjin didn’t go on the camping trip for whatever reason. Y/N went there, fully knowing you’d be in a tent with her. She could have stayed home with him too. But she decided to be with you that night.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I'm saying is… Hyunjin has been here for some days and confessed to her before he went to Paris. Yet, they still aren’t together and she rather spends time with you, using the excuse of some made up contract. Dude, she likes you back if you haven’t noticed. Even I noticed that night you visited us and pretended I forgot something at your place. I see her eyes light up whenever she’s on the phone and she hasn’t even mentioned Hyunjin’s name once since he’s been back,” he tells him and Minho dearly wants to believe that this is all true.
Then, another much more complicated thought hits him.
“There’s something else…”
“What is it?”
“My sister told me–“
Jisung opens his mouth, trying to interrupt his best friend but Minho shushes his hands away, “No, I will not put a trigger warning for my own sister, you piece of cabbage.”
“You’re so random.”
“Pay attention, Jisung. It’s important,” he tells him.
“Sorry, baby,” his best friend adds with a wink.
“My sister texted me last night and said that Hyunjin asked her out on a date,” Minho explains.
“What the fuck?! Where the hell is Hyunjin, I’m ready to throw some fists–“
“Stop it, this won’t help us,” he reminds him.
“As much as I despise your sister, even I feel sorry for her now. What a piece of shit. And… fuck, does Y/N know?”
“No, she doesn’t,” Minho says. “She seemed a little off this morning but I thought it was rather because she didn’t plan on cuddling her enemy in her sleep.”
“I think you passed that stage and entered the lovers' level some days ago,” Jisung teases him.
“Not the point. What the hell am I gonna do?”
“Tell her. You obviously tell her,” Jisung insists, as if this is the only option. Because in his mind it is. Minho should be truthful with you even if he might hurt you in the process but this is all Hyunjin’s fault and not his best friend’s.
“What if she doesn’t believe me?”
“You can’t control what she will believe in. But if you truly care about her you tell her. This isn’t even about you and her and whatever the hell your relationship is–“
“Entirely business related.”
Jisung laughs, “Yeah, sure. But if you want to be her friend or even more, you tell her. She deserves more. And you deserve her too.
“I doubt it,” Minho says, drowning in self-pity.
“Stop it, I’ve always told you that you two would make the perfect match,” Jisung reminds him.
Minho scoffs, “Yeah, because you’re a good judge when it comes to romance.”
“I’m not, I know. But you’re both my best friends. If you trust me you will tell her. I can even help you if you want,” he offers.
“That would be great, Ji.”
“Of course. Anything else I need to know?”
“Yes but you will be mad at me for not telling you sooner,” Minho admits.
Jisung’s done with the back and fourth. If he wants to help his best friend properly he needs to know the whole story to this.
“Spit it out, bro,” he encourages him.
“It’s… two days before Hyunjin left for Paris, he came to me and told me he overheard you saying that I have a crush on Y/N.”
Jisung scratches his head, “Whoops, I don’t remember.”
“I don’t care. Even if you accidentally spilled it, this is not what I want to talk about,” Minho brings back the focus to what’s really important right now.
“What is it?”
“He started a conversation about it with me and I confessed that it’s true. Then he told me that he’s got a crush on her too and will be telling her about her feelings before he leaves. I told him that this would be pretty useless and mean since they wouldn’t be seeing each other for half a year,” the older one explains.
“Fair point. I know how much Y/N suffered and it just made me hate Hyunjin more,” Jisung’s says, nodding, before he puts out the cigarette.
“I know. The thing is, he became a bit angry then and overly dramatic and said he’s just doing it so… so I don’t have any chance and she falls in love with me instead,” Minho repeats the toxic shit that Hyunjin demanded of him over half a year ago.
“What a bastard. I’m sorry, Min, I’m absolutely peaceful but I can’t promise to not–“
“No violence,” he interrupts him.
“Who are you and what have you done to Lee Minho?”
“Funny. So, are you gonna help me… peacefully?”
“You can count on me,” Jisung says with a wink.
Meeting up in a café with Areum wasn’t exactly how you expected your Saturday afternoon to go, but then again you really have to repeat some of the files of your classes and she spontaneously asked you. It seems as if she really does want to be your friend but you’re still not entirely sure if you trust her. She’s nice, sure, very kind to you too and when she asks you how your day has been it feels as if she genuinely means it and expects an honest answer because she cares.
“I can absolutely repeat it again, Y/N, there’s no issue,” she says, sipping on her flat white, while the two of you go through this specific page again. “The topic isn’t easy, after all. But you’re doing a great job.”
You feel like a bad person for having an issue with how kind Areum is. But something tells you that it could be a pretense. On the other side, perhaps you’re highly misjudging her here and she’s actually just a warm-hearted person.
“Okay, if it’s no issue for you.”
“I will help you with the tasks of our lecture and after this I can ask you for some boy-advice, later?”
You don’t feel qualified enough for this position but you can still always try, right? You’ve kept wondering who Areum’s crush is over these past days, even coming up with the idea that it could be Hyunjin which would be awful. Although you’re not even sure you want to be with him anymore. As long as she’s not into Minho, everything’s fine. The thought of them together makes your stomach turn and the fact he did all those things he does with you also with her before the contract and when they were still a couple makes you sad. As pathetic as it sounds.
Fuck, are you seriously jealous? No. Absolutely not. It’s just… because you’re comparing yourself and it makes you insecure in your own… skills. It definitely has nothing to do with your feelings for–
“Good idea, Areum,” you manage to bring your focus back. Your new friend explains the exercise to you once more and on the sixth try you finally grasp it. She’s patient, genuinely wanting you to understand this topic and you must admit you’re glad to have her in your life.
“Thank you, seriously,” you tell her, sipping on your strawberry matcha latte. Yes. They added this drink to the menu, thanks to spring finally being around the corner.
“So… could I speak to you about something?”
You nod, reaching for another one of the cookies the two of you ordered. Areum even invited you. You wonder if this has something to do with her possible guilty conscience.
“Of course,” you encourage her.
She bites her lower lip. “I’ve told you I have a crush on someone, right? Nothing has happened so far between the two of us and I am very sure that there won’t be a future either. At least not from my side.”
“Why’s that?” you ask, wondering what’s behind it.
“Well… I found out that… he’s not that serious about it. We met at the semester opening part—I think I told you—made out but nothing more happened. Then he told me it’s nothing serious. He’s actually already seeing someone. However, yesterday, I think some time during the late evening hours, he texted me again,” she explains.
“What did he say?”
“He asked me out on a date. It was weird. Random. I don’t know, he was probably drunk or something but I haven’t replied. And I don’t think I will. This guy is such a red flag and I’m glad it was just a crush and not more,” Areum adds.
God. This is awful. What a piece of shit.
“I’m so sorry, Areum… what an idiot,” you tell her, meaning it. She doesn’t deserve this. No one does.
“Well, I should have thought this through more before making out with him, right?”
You instantly shake your head, reaching for her hands, “Don’t put the blame on yourself!”
She chuckles, “I hope your man that you are dating right now treats you well, though, otherwise I promise that he won’t have any more happy days coming in his life.”
“Areum, I wasn’t aware you had so much… petty energy inside you,” you tease her.
“Probably Minho’s effect.” She shrugs her shoulders, before she takes another cookie. “You wanna tell me more about your crush, Y/N?”
Without revealing the whole contract of getting tutored about sex by Areum’s ex-boyfriend, it could probably be a good idea to talk to her about Hyunjin. Get a perspective from another woman and all.
“Well… we went on a date, we kissed. But… I didn’t feel any sparkle, I don’t know. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” you tell her. Because it’s the truth.
“Maybe you fell in love with the idea of him,” she says and you know that she’s right. Deep down you are aware of that yourself. But you don’t wanna let go of it.
“Perhaps… but, you know, Hyunjin is one of my closest friends too so it would be awkward if we end things,” you add, not even noticing that you just dropped your crush’s name all casually.
Her eyes are widening, “Hyunjin? Hwang Hyunjin?”
“Yeah, him… why?”
She parts her mouth, before her hand fly up to her head and you can observe her contemplating what to say next. Areum takes a deep breath before she confesses, “Fuck, darling, I’m so sorry but Hyunjin is the guy I was complaining about.”
No.
This can’t be true.
Hyunjin is also dating Areum? Well not dating, but doing enough with her to make you jealous.
Should you believe her? You’re still unsure if you can trust Areum. Maybe the party will reveal more.
When Minho enters Hyunjin’s apartment, the place is already crowded. It smells like alcohol and cigarettes and he wonders what has happened to his good friend that used to be as introverted as him. Right. Paris. And probably one summer weekend in Saint Tropez. He wouldn’t be surprised.
Minho greets everyone he knows, handing the host a bottle of some drink and Hyunjin thanks him. A minute later he sees Jisung, quite surprised his best friend actually showed up considering the fact he can’t stand Hyunjin—which was only worsened since he told him about the whole background story regarding you.
You. Right. Minho should search and find you. He lets his eyes roam around in the room, seeing anyone but you. Hyunjin offers him a drink—Somaek with a way too high amount of soju—which he accepts as he makes his way through the living room.
And then he catches a glimpse of you. You’re as beautiful as you always are. Your hair is half-up, showing off your neck that he’s enjoyed kissing so much these past days. Your makeup is stunning like it always is. He gets a bit closer, wanting to say hello to you and then he notices it.
The necklace. And the matching earrings. Grapes are dangling from your ears and decorating your chest. Absolutely astonishing.
Until he realises who you’re talking to.
What the fuck is she doing here?
You’re in the middle of a conversation with none other than his ex-girlfriend, Areum. Since when did you two end up being friends and do you know that she and Minho used to be a couple? Fuck, he sure hope it’s not the case. And if it turns out to be reality, Minho prays that you aren’t aware of all the things he did wrong in his past relationship caused by immaturity. He regrets it, sometimes, how he didn’t show Areum the affection that she deserved but he can’t turn back time and he for sure can’t create feelings where there aren’t any.
“It’s time for a drinking game,” Minho hears Yeonjun—one of his and Hyunjin’s friends from dance practice—shout through the living room.
And that’s how he finds himself sitting in a circle with a handful of Hyunjin’s closest friends, ready to participate in a game of Spin The Bottle. Well, not ready, but what’s he supposed to do? Stand in the corner and perhaps watch you kiss your crush? Absolutely not. You’re Minho’s. He’s said thought it before. Hopefully, he can show you tonight where the truth lies.
“Everyone ready?” Felix asks and starts the first round.
The game is going alright, nothing much extraordinary happening. The rounds pass by, some people spend seven minutes in heaven Hyunjin’s storage room as if you’re still in high school. Minho’s been zoned out for some time now, not really paying attention, until the bottle that’s spinning around on the floor points at you.
“Y/N,” Jisung says, teasing you before he absolutely obviously looks at Minho but he ignores it.
Yeonjun gives the bottle another nudge and Minho observes the turns the object does until it comes to a halt. Now directed at himself.
“Oh, enemies to lovers, huh?” someone in the distance says. It’s no secret that you two don’t get along although these past days say something different.
Minho finds your gaze and you’re already getting up, before he follows you to the storage room. On his way, he notices how Hyunjin’s jaw is clenched and it lets a mischievous smirk erupt on Minho’s face. Still, he knows he will use these seven minutes for something else. He needs to tell you about what happened.
You get inside the cramped room and Minho locks the door behind you. You look confused, overwhelmed to say the least. After all, you’re still trying to figure out what your head wants although your heart has already chosen. And being here in this place with Minho together because some bottle pointed at the both of you during some dumb game is just another sign for you to finally catch the truth.
You’re ready to talk to him about it. Tell him how you feel. Until Minho speaks first.
“Hyunjin asked my sister out on a date.”
Your face falls. “What?”
“Yeah… she texted me last night,” he adds.
This can’t be true. Your whole world stops. Although you’re not surprised. This can’t be real.
“I… I don’t believe you.” Correction: you don’t want to believe him. First, Areum says something similar and now Minho’ sister is asked out by your crush too? Why would she even tell her brother about this?
“What?”
“Yes… I don’t believe you. I’m sure you just made that up to make fun of me,” you lie.
“Make fun of you?”
“Yeah… you don’t like me after all,” you say, knowing this isn’t true.
Minhos jaw clenches, before he gets closer to you, cageing you between the shelves behind you and his body. You gulp and your heart skips a beat.
“Are you even listening to yourself? What the fuck has this last week proven, hm? Would I sleep in a tent with someone that I hate? Buy them a fucking necklace that reminds me of them? Make food for them? Kiss them, touch them?”
“I’m sorry, that was unreasonable. I’m sorry, Min,” you instantly take back what you said.
His mood immediately shifts, “It’s okay, princess. I get it. I told you this because you deserve the truth, yeah?”
Can he stop being so… considerate? You’re trying to not lose your mind because there’s a high chance that you have fallen in love with your enemy, Lee Minho.
But this isn’t even the focus inside your head right now. Your heart has been shattered into a million pieces. Hyunjin didn’t only ask out Areum—who you do believe now—but also other girls?
“It’s… it’s not like I’m surprised. But why does he go after your sister and your ex girlfriend? Have you ever made him mad or what’s his fucking problem?”
Minho's eyebrows are scrunched together, “You know about Areum?”
Oh, fuck. Right, he wasn’t aware that his ex and you are close.
“Yeah… we have classes together. Kinda became friends. She’s nice. I… I get why you would date her,” you say, not knowing why you add that last sentence. Well, deep down you do know. You’re jealous. But you’re not ready for this conversation yet.
“Areum and I are over, that’s in the past,” he tells you.
“I-I know, Min,” you say, trying to push those insecurities away.
“Hey, look at me,” he tells you.
“Yeah?”
Two fingers are under your chin, as he tilts your head upwards so your gaze meets his own. “I don’t want you to make those sad faces, especially not when it’s about an idiot like Hyunjin.”
An idea appears inside your head.
“Why can’t… no, never mind.”
You need him close, it’s not rational you know that. But you want to forget about Hyunjin and you want to be with Minho, although you’re not ready yet to confess.
“What is it, hm?”
“Can you… can you make me forget about all this for a second? If it’s not too selfish that I’m asking… just a kiss, perhaps,” you ask.
He chuckles, before he gets closer, “Anything for you, Y/N.”
Minho doesn’t even care if you’re thinking about Hyunjin. Because his love for you has never been about himself, it’s been about you. He wants to see you happy and he wants to be the one responsible for this. In the end, it’ll all work out. That he is sure of.
His lips crash into your own, sealing them in a heated kiss. The sparkles are there everywhere, before they turn into fireworks. No, that’s not even enough. You can see a fucking supernova whenever he kisses you. The fact you’ve doubted your feelings for him is ridiculous. And he can’t hold back either, Minho starts drawing the prettiest pattern on your neck, when his lips linger over them, kissing and biting since he can’t get enough of you.
You feel his hardened dick pressed against your stomach showing you once again how easy it is for you to have an effect on him. He wanders further, making it his mission to let everyone know that you are his and not Hyunjin’s.
You let him. You don’t care about any consequences anymore when you’re with him. The whole world should know that you’ve always belonged to him.
When he lets go for a second and his eyes meet your own, something sparks inside your heart, “Minho, I think I’m in–“
“Seven minutes are over,” you hear from outside.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Let’s talk later, yeah?” Minho offers, smiling brightly because he already knows or hopes that you are gonna confess to him.
You get back to the group, sitting down and ignoring that a few suspicious eyes are hovering over the marks on your neck. When you catch a glimpse of Minho, you see that smirk on his face again and it makes you smile too.
“Okay, let’s spin the bottle,” Felix announces before he gives it a little nudge. The item is directed towards Hyunjin. You instantly hope that you won’t be the chosen one again—you dearly can’t take any more attention from anyone and the idea of kissing him makes your stomach turn.
The bottle spins around again and again until it points to Minho.
“I think a little make out session in front of us would be nice, wouldn’t it?” someone says.
“I’ve never kissed another guy,” Hyunjin confesses and you’re surprised. You’ve totally expected him to.
“Are you both fine with this?” Felix asks again and the two nod. If there’s something they love then it’s attention and you don’t blame them.
Minho gets closer to Hyunjin, before he aligns his lips with his. The older ones’ hand is placed on the younger ones’ jaw, pulling him towards him. And then they kiss. They start slow, before their tongues meet pretty soon and half a minute later the entertainment programme of tonight is over.
Hyunjin chuckles, “You kiss just like Y/N does.”
Minho's face falls and his jaw clenches.
Does Hyunjin connect the dots why you kiss like Minho? Is he aware of the fact that his friend has been teaching you how to kiss, touch and pleasure a man?
“What did you say?”
Hyunjin is already suspecting there must have been something happening inside his storage room and he wants to get back at Minho. He wouldn’t be surprised if you two kissed when he was in Paris. After all, Minho has always had a crush on you.
Hyunjin clicks his tongue. “I said… you kiss just like Y/N kissed me… we kissed yesterday when we went to the flea market.”
He knows. He definitely knows.
Minho gets up, sprinting towards the hallway and the front door of Hyunjin’s apartment. You don’t care anymore, standing up and following him.
“Minho… wait,” you say and he comes to a halt.
He turns around, staring at you, “You broke the contract, huh? Rule number three—once Hyunjin and Y/N start getting closer physically and romantically the contract automatically ends.”
You didn’t consider it breaking the contract because you didn’t feel anything. However, you do know now that you should have ended things with Hyunjin and confess to Minho when you still had the chance. It’s probably over now anyway. You doubt that he will be able to trust you again.
“It’s not…”
Nothing more comes out. You’re overwhelmed, cursing yourself for your own decisions.
“It’s not what, Y/N? Do you think that making out isn’t physical and romantical? What is it then?”
You wonder if he thinks the same about the thousand kisses the two of you have shared. Has he viewed them in a romantic light too?
But you don’t have to wonder further, when Minho is already trying to explain it to you. “You know, what? It doesn’t even matter that you broke the contract.”
“Why?”
“Because I broke the contract first,” he says, his jaw clenching again. His piercing gaze is like so often pinning you against the wall behind you.
“What do you mean?”
“Rule number five. Don’t fall in love with each other. I broke the contract from the start, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he says, his facial expression suddenly becoming sad before he turns around on his feet and heads towards the door.
You follow him, “Minho, wait–“
He shushes you away. “I need time for myself now, okay? Please leave alone.”
Your heart shatters into a billion pieces.
Minho disappears but you don’t follow him. You’ve gotten to know him quite well during these past days to know that if he asks for space that he means it. Despite that—what are you gonna tell him? He’s got every right to be disappointed and hurt. You have to prepare more than a few stuttered out words when you want to win his trust again.
He loves you. Lee Minho loves you. That’s what he said, right?
He’s loved you from the start, even before your agreement started?
Well, if you’re completely honest with yourself, you’ve never been quite neutral about him either. The spark was just waiting to be set free once the two of you would get closer.
But you fucked up anyway.
“Y/N.”
Oh, no. The drama seems to be endless tonight.
You turn around, “Hyunjin.”
“I think we should talk.”
A minute later, you find yourself inside Hyunjin’s bedroom, awkwardly sitting next to him. Ideas are crossing your mind—pictures of all the women he’s brought here, perhaps even during this week. You feel so sorry for ever doubting Areum. Despite the fact that she’s Minho’s ex, she has always been honest and kind with you and you still didn’t believe her when she talked about what Hyunjin did.
So, you just start, allowing your heart to blurt out everything that’s been messing with you. There’s no holding back anymore.
“Maybe you should tell me first why you decided to take things slowly with me after making me wait for six months. I know, I was very understanding but… after that date, our kiss, and how we… don’t seem to connect. It doesn’t feel as if you’re truly interested in me,” you start.
“Y/N… I’m–“
“No, please let me talk first. I heard from multiple people that you’ve been going on dates with other girls. Okay, fine. But then also—throughout this whole evening you haven’t talked to me once and didn’t introduce me to your other friends. I'm not expecting you to tell them I’m your girlfriend because I know that I’m not but… do you… do you even have feelings for me anymore? Or was all you said that night before Paris a lie?”
Hyunjin lets his head fall down and his shoulders sink, “I’m truly sorry. I… I do have feelings for you. I guess I’m just a fuck up that’s afraid of commitment.”
You do believe him. Still, this doesn’t make the pain he’s caused go away. You’re still hurt.
“Don’t call yourself that,” you tell him.
“But it’s true,” he counters. “I could have had the most perfect girl and what do I do? Mess up. Run away. Destroy your trust. Not just by leaving the door open for other possibilities but also by not appreciating how you actually are.”
“What do you mean?”
“The necklace. You went back to the flea market and bought the grape shaped one,” he says, pointing at the jewellery around your neck.
“I’m… it was a gift,” you admit.
Hyunjin closes his eyes in regret. “That makes it even worse. I should have been the one to buy that.”
“Well, you had the chance,” you tell him. Is he truly surprised now that his actions have consequences?
“I know.” He takes a deep breath, wondering if he really wants to ask the question that’s burning on the tip of his tongue. “Can I ask you who bought it for you?”
“Minho,” you admit. You don’t even care anymore. Hyunjin should hear the truth. Not because he deserves it but because you deserve it. Even though the man who your heart truly belongs to probably doesn’t want to be with you anymore anyway.
Hyunjin’s eyebrows rise up. “Minho? Why would he do that?”
You scoff, “Why is this surprising?”
“He doesn’t like you,” Hyunjin says, knowing damn well he’s lying.
“Why would you say that?”
“You’re enemies and all,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. Wow. Now he’s just trying to make you feel bad even though he’s the one who messed up.
You take a deep breath. “Hyune… we’re not. We’re anything but that. I know that you’ve been meeting others behind my back too. Areum told me that you asked her out on a date.”
“We agreed to take things slowly. We’re not a couple so I am allowed to meet other people,” he explains.
“I’m not saying that this is extraordinarily virtuous but I know how you are. Which also means the same rules apply to me.”
“Sure,” he speaks, gripping the bed sheets, “what are you trying to say?”
“While you were on dates with other girls and busy buying a necklace for me that doesn’t really fit my style, I was spending time with Minho,” you say, clicking your tongue.
Maybe Areum was right. Spending time with Minho makes you adapt some of his pettiness. But you love it. It makes you feel so fucking confident.
“You kissed him inside the storage room earlier, didn’t you?”
You scoot closer, a faux pout on your lips, “Oh, Hyune… I did so much more with him than just kissing.”
“What?”
“Don’t pretend to be innocent now,” you say, smirking.
He nods, “No… I get it… I mean. You’re a free person and all. We’re not a couple, I set those boundaries myself. But as long as you’re only in love with me, we can work things out, right?”
“I don’t think so, Jinnie,” you tell him.
“Why… why not? Do you not want us to become a couple anymore?”
That’s when the sparkles hit you again. Maybe it’s your sixth sense finding you, as you enter a new era.
“I’m in love with Minho.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I said it.” You let out a laugh, finally grasping it. “I’m in love with Lee Minho. I can’t believe this.”
THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 5 TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”
Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try.”
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, oral m receiving, semi public encounters ?? they are in a tent but alone ], very short mention of weed [ jisung ], mention of cheating
[ words ]: 6.3K
[ note ]: I sound like a broken record but thank you again for all the support. you guys are seriously the best. i haven’t been on here for that long but you are really the kindest and it means the world to me how much you enjoy this little story and how you come up with theories and all 🌸 I’m always grateful about every sweet comment, reblog, ask or DM!
Minho wakes up with a weird feeling inside his chest. Perhaps his heart is telling him that he’s playing dangerous games by what’s going on between you and him. He told you to keep your eyes on him when you come, despite the fact that he fully knows you’re in love with Hyunjin. You are, right? That’s why you have that odd agreement in the first place. There have been some moments that have made him a bit more delusional, that made him believe for a second there could be more between the two of you but he dropped those ideas rather quickly.
He should understand that you and him are never gonna be a couple.
But what if you aren’t into Hyunjin anymore? What if something about your feelings has shifted?
You definitely were only excited about his visit last night because you want to learn more. Minho is sure that has nothing to do with his presence. You probably still can’t stand him. Although he notices how comfortable, safe and calm you’ve been feeling around him these past days. He’s never had an effect on someone like this before. And he’s never seen you act like that. Not that he knows much about you but at least while being with your friend group, you’ve never behaved like this around Hyunjin.
Fuck. He should calm down. Or else he’s gonna break his heart into a million tiny pieces if that hasn’t happened so far.
Minho sinks down on his couch, pulling out his phone when he notices you texted him.
[ You ]: hey, is your sister still at your place? can i come over tonight? i have food hehe
Shit, he really wants to see you tonight. But Thursdays are rather inconvenient for that, unfortunately. And maybe his heart also needs a day off from all this drama. At least that’s how he tries to hype himself up about the fact that he won’t be seeing you today.
[ Minho ]: Hey, Y/N. Sorry, everything is okay with my sister’s apartment again but we have dance practice tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow for the camping trip, right?
He excitedly stares at his phone screen like a teenage boy, his eyes getting filled with sparkles when you reply.
[ You ]: yeah sure but we won’t be able to be together there. hyunjin is with us too. have fun at practice tho 😊
Fuck. Yeah. He’s totally forgot about that part. Hyunjin. God, why does he have to destroy this?
[ Minho ]: We will figure it out. Thank you. Have a nice Thursday too.
[ Minho ]: 🍇🖤
He’s sure, there’s gonna be some solution to this. Minho seeks to be close to you and he’ll do anything to make that happen. He does feel disgusted sometimes about himself. The fact that he’s secretly hoping for you to fall in love with him during this whole agreement but love turns us selfish.
He gets dragged out of his spiral of guilty conscience when you message him again.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: 😆🍋🤍
You are assigning him this emoji now?
[ Minho ]: I’m a lemon??
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yeah, kinda fits you best
[ Minho ]: In what world am I similar to a lemon??
He rolls his eyes when he reads your reply. Then a smile makes it up to his face. You’re so adorable, his heart is gonna melt and turn into a puddle with him.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: you get sour quickly 🤭
Still, he plays cool.
[ Minho ]: 🙄🙄🙄
[ Minho ]: Whatever you believe in. See you tomorrow and remember to pack warm clothes. It’s gonna be cold at night.
He’d lend you all the sweaters and jackets he owns but then again Hyunjin will be there. And Minho would rather see you in your clothes than in the ones from his friend. God. The fact that Hyunjin is his friend makes this whole situation just worse.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yes sir 🫡
His cock twitches inside his pants. God. It’s eleven in the morning and you’re flirting with him.
[ Minho ]: You’re playing with fire, princess.
He’s sure this warning will bring him nowhere, knowing you’ll just hop on it and provoke him more. When his phone receives another reply he knows his assumptions are right.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: whoopsiiiee sorrryy, just trying to keep us warm in the cold 🤭 see you tomorrow min 🥰
Minho puts his phone away, still smiling brightly, before he feels someone plop down on the sofa right next to him. His sister is staring at her phone too, her eyes shining brighter than shooting stars, making him want to annoy her.
“Why are you giggling at your phone like this whenever you receive a message? You’ve got a boyfriend?” Minho asks.
She instantly rolls her eyes and puts the device away, “No, I don’t. It’s none of your business anyway.” His sibling turns around and looks at him. “Despite that, I saw you smiling earlier too when you looked at your screen.”
Minhos jaw clenches but he plays it cool. “What’s his name?”
“Tell me hers first unless it’s Areum then… Please keep that secret to yourself. You didn’t match at all,” his sister lets out with a sigh.
Minho is confused. He knows his family has never been Areum’s biggest fan but hearing it like this makes him wonder why exactly they’ve never quite liked her. “Why do you think so?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. She’s boring as fuck. I’ve always liked that other girl from your friend group more… What's her name again? Y/N?”
His heart stops. Why does she need to bring you into this?
“Yeah… Y/N. But that’s not gonna happen,” he quickly replies.
His sister tilts her head, “Why not? She’s funny, authentic and has a super pretty style.”
“You only wear black, you emo girl,” he teases her.
“And? I can appreciate when another woman obviously has good taste,” she explains.
“I don’t have a chance with her anyway. She’s dating Hyunjin,” he says, sounding a bit too hopeless.
His sister blinks twice. “Ugh. Why would she do that to herself?”
Minho has to hold back a laugh.
“What do you mean? He’s tall, handsome, creative. Spent last semester in Paris. He’s like a Disney prince,” he adds, knowing damn well he’s always comparing himself to these standards, knowing he’s never had a chance to begin with. Everyone seems to be in love with Hyunjin. Including you. The only woman he’s ever truly liked.
“A Disney prince that has dated the whole campus so far. Basically the reality TV version of a prince. Maybe he’s practising to apply for the next season of The Bachelor,” his sister reminds him.
“How do you know?”
“I went to the art exhibition with him yesterday—before you say anything, as friends, we have a bunch of classes together—and he was constantly on his phone texting different people.” She shakes her head, seeming quite annoyed. Until she notices that her brother’s mood has shifted. “Min? You okay?”
Minho knows that they’ve been friends for some time. After all, they’re majoring in the same field but his heart stings for different reasons. Hyunjin might just be playing with you, that son of a bitch. And he can’t allow that to happen, knowing you’re way to precious to get your heart broken by an asshole like this.
Okay, Lee Minho, calm down. This is still about your good friend. Hyunjin is your friend.
Yes, and? Isn’t he allowed to call his friends out if their behaviour isn’t acceptable?
He shakes his head, bringing his focus back to the conversation and switching topics a little, “Thanks for telling me. So… Who’s your crush?”
His sister smirks, one of her eyebrows rising up. “You’d love to know, don’t you?”
“I’ve told you mine too,” he emphasises.
“It was an easy guess, bro.”
“Come on, just a hint,” he says, nudging her shoulder.
“I’d love to tell you but it’s embarrassing…”
“Why? Is it Jisung?”
She nudges his shoulder. “Of course not. But the things is…I… I don’t know who he is,” she admits. “We’ve only been chatting online. I know, gamer girl cliché, and no, he isn’t paying for my Discord Nitro subscription.”
“You’re such a loser,” Minho teases his younger sibling.
“You too, you idiot,” she fights back, grabbing the nearest pillow that’s placed on the sofa and shoving it into her brother’s face but he doesn’t react anymore. He knows all her tricks.
“Anyway,” Minho says instead, getting up from the couch, “I’ve got a lot of classes today. Make sure to lock the apartment properly and if there’s still some issue at your place, call me, yeah?”
“I will. Thanks, Min,” she answers.
Friday comes quicker than you would have expected and once the sun is shining brightly—as if you’ve ordered great weather—you find yourself at the campus’ flea market of your university. Together with Hyunjin. On your second date. He hasn’t left your side for an hour now, telling you about all the things he’s seen and experienced during his stay in Paris while his hand desperately searches for yours. You let him, your fingers intertwined with his own a bit later and it makes you wonder if this could turn into something serious pretty soon.
Because—look at you—holding hands with none other than the one and only Hwang Hyunjin in public on campus isn’t something that’s seen quite often. He must be very excited and truly mean it. Hyunjin reciprocates your silly little feelings and you’re gonna be a couple in the future. Your long awaited dream is finally here.
Your crush drags you around the corner, before you approach a little booth with shimmering and glittering items, the most beautiful necklaces, gemstones and rings blinding your vision. You take a closer look, instantly falling in love with the odd looking ones—the ones that you also find when diving too deep into stuff suggested to you on Etsy—giggling about earrings in the shape of fried eggs on toast or the ones that look like rubber ducks.
Then you find a necklace that perfectly matches the grape shaped earrings you wore the other day. Your eyes hover over the material but you’re unsure if you’re allowed to touch the item so you don’t. Hyunjin is standing next to you, observing your motions and chuckling a little when he notices how adorable you look. He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you see something that amazes you.
“You’ve always liked these fruit inspired accessories and clothings, right?” he asks, giving you a soft smile. Hyunjin has one of his hands inside his jeans’ pocket, the other one is still entangled with your own. He leans over to you, catching a glimpse of your beauty. He can’t believe it took him so long to confess to you. Hyunjin knows it wasn’t the best timing back then and it haunts him up until this day that he basically broke your heart—and his own—the day before he left for Paris when he admitted to you that he’s falling in love with you.
But he also knows that this was his only chance. After all, Jisung accidentally spilled that Minho might have a crush on you too. And Hyunjin couldn’t travel to France for half a year, wondering if his friend would make a move on you instead. Which is ridiculous and toxic, absolutely toxic, he knows that. But love makes him selfish. Although there’s nothing to worry about. You don’t even like Minho, let alone love him. The idea of his friend and you together in a romantic light is the funniest joke of the century.
“Yeah, I guess one could say it’s kinda my thing,” you say with a small giggle, which brings Hyunjin’s thoughts back to where they should be right now. It was a shame that he couldn’t go to the art exhibition with you two days ago, but then again another friend—Minho’s sister—went there with him and he was actually hoping to get some more details from her about her brother’s possible crush on you. Which didn’t work because that woman is the carbon copy of Minho, avoiding emotions at any cost except for when they include sarcasm.
“It’s cute, it suits you, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, still watching you look at the necklace with the grape shaped pendant. He’s seen stuff like this back in Europe too. Yes, he’s also thought about buying something for you but if he’s honest—sure, those fruit inspired accessories are funny and cute but he’d love to see you in something more… mature, too. Hyunjin knows a lot about art and fashion after all. And just imagining you wearing a pretty diamond necklace, while lingerie in the same shade is hugging your curves makes ideas shoot up to his head—and blood rush down to his cock—during a very inappropriate situation. Get it together, Hyune.
He reaches for a necklace with a violet jewel attached to it, making quick eye contact with the salesperson, before he shows the accessory to you. You catch a glimpse of it, adoring its glittering features but something feels… boring about it. You can appreciate the simplicity and beauty of the object but it doesn’t catch you, if that makes sense.
“But how about this? I’ve seen this in Paris everywhere. They made me think that they’d look astonishing on you. Purple is truly your color,” Hyunjin says.
He’s right about that part though. You love all the colors of the rainbow but purple is one of your favorites. Just like the grape necklace.
“What is this?”
“An amethyst. A symbol of peace and pure love,” he explains, picking the item up again and holding it in an angle so that the sun shines right through it.
“It’s pretty,” you admit. Because it is. It really is. But some weird—yes, this sounds so exaggerated—type of feeling spreads through your stomach. Hyunjin clearly saw that you looked at the other necklace, why is he trying to show you this one now?
“It really is. You wanna try it on?” he asks.
It’s alright, Y/N. He knows more about this stuff like you. And if there’s some spiritual meaning behind it, this makes it quite romantic, right?
You smile, “Sure. Why not?”
Hyunjin gestures to you to turn around and you follow suit. You do a little spin, until he’s standing behind you and you get reminded of how tall he is. His big hands reach over your head, until he puts the accessory around your neck and closes it. Gently, he lets it fall down until it lands right between your collar bones and your thumb and index finger instantly reach for it. It feels so special, so pretty and you’re sure it look just as beautiful on you.
“Woah, it’s amazing, it’s like it was made for you, angel,” you hear Hyunjin from behind you. Suddenly, his hands are attached to your waist and he turns you around again. One of his hands finds your face, before it wanders further and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’d love to buy this one for you.”
Your mouth falls agape, “Oh, Hyunjin, you seriously don’t have to. It’s fine.”
You don’t want him to spend money on you out of the blue. Although your subconsciousness knows that there’s another reason lying deep inside your heart. But you don’t let it free.
“I’d love to,” he reassures you. “Wait a second, yeah?” You watch him walk to the salesperson before he pays for the necklace and gets back to you.
His fingers reach for your own again. Hyunjin and you walk a little further, until you get around a corner and behind another booth, where it’s less crowded. You feel his hands glued to your sides once more, as he pulls you towards him. His fingertips graze over the gemstone for a second and you dearly pray that he won’t notice how loud and fast your heart is beating, basically threatening to burst out of your chest.
He tilts his head, as you watch his tongue brush his upper teeth, before he speaks, “Now everyone will know who you belong to, hm?”
You’re desperately trying to not lose your mind.
Who you belong to.
Hwang Hyunjin told you that. Your longtime crush. This is insane.
“Thank you, Jinnie,” you say, barely audible but he still catches it.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m back. I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses.
Your eyes are still fixated on his own, “I’ve missed you too.”
Hyunjin scoots a bit closer, his mouth wandering right beside your ear, so he’s able to softly whisper, “I’ve also missed kissing you.”
You shyly giggle, impulsiveness taking over you, “What are you waiting for, then?”
All he does is chuckle before he seals his lips with your own. God, those plump and oh so soft lips. How you’ve missed having them against your own. They feel so incredibly good moving with your own. The other two kisses that Hyunjin and you shared were rather innocent ones, more of a peck if you will, but thanks to you making out constantly these past days, you’re quite experienced when it comes to kissing.
Hyunjin also realises how much more confident you are compared to half a year ago and he loves it. You can tell when you feel him smile between kisses. He takes the invitation and slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your own.
Kissing Hyunjin is on a whole new level.
Magical is the best word to describe it.
However, the sparkle vanishes just as fast as it appears, leaving you… unsatisfied. You’ve kissed Hyunjin before. Twice. But something is different now, perhaps something inside your head, you’re not quite sure. It’s not just the fact that you are making out this time because you do feel comfortable with him, absolutely. He’s one of the people you trust most in this world and entering a heated kissing session with him feels nice.
But that’s it. It’s nothing more than that. You don’t want your brain or heart to go that way but there’s something missing. Something that you experience whenever Minho solely looks at you. But you scrunch your eyes, push the thoughts away and a few seconds later, Hyunjin is letting go of you again.
He gives you the sweetest smile, not at all realising that he isn’t the only man on your mind. Fuck. You’ve catapulted yourself right into the middle of the worst drama of this century. Great work, Y/N.
“This was great,” he says, biting his lips.
“Yeah,” is all you manage to let out. Do something about the awkwardness inside your own head. Now. Change topics. Although this will make it perhaps even more suspicious but you can’t function right now. “Do you have everything for the camping trip later?”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen, “Oh, I’m not coming, I’m sorry. Felix said he told you.”
No, he didn’t. For whatever reason. You don’t question it.
What you do question though is why Hyunjin can’t tell this yourself and what his reason is. You decide to ask about the latter.
“Why not?”
He scratches the back of his head, “Ah, you know, I’ve never been a fan of this whole camping and nature thing.”
But I love it. And I even wanted to go to that art exhibition with you although I don’t even know when Vincent Van Gogh was alive or what the difference between cyan and turquoise is. Because I like you.
You ignore the ongoing weird feeling inside your stomach. “I totally understand this, Hyune.”
He smiles, “Thank you. We meet on Saturday anyway, right? For my ‘welcome back’ party at my place?”
You nod, “Of course.”
The conversation shifts again to other topics after this. There are still so many thoughts in your mind. Why did Hyunjin buy you a different necklace from the one that you looked at? It’s not like the prices differed that much and despite that he doesn’t have to buy you anything at all. Why did he mention stuff about Paris but never bought a souvenir for you? With whom did he go to the art exhibition? Is he in fact dating other people at this time as well?
You decide to stop worrying before your head explodes and when you catch a glimpse at your phone half an hour later, the two of you realise that you should really get going if you still want to go on this camping trip tonight. Without Hyunjin though.
But with Minho.
Well, and Felix, Changbin—your roommate’s gym crush—Jisung and the mysterious girl he met online. Yes, she told him she would be there too.
Before you two part ways, Hyunjin takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders.
“Don’t get cold, yeah? You can take this one with you. It matches quite well with the necklace, angel,” he says with a wink.
Hyunjin gives you one last kiss on your cheek, before your bus arrives and you hop on it.
“What do you mean she called off at the last minute?”
You come back to a very confused Felix and a pretty sad looking Jisung sitting in the living room.
“What happened?” you ask, taking off your shoes and the jacket Hyunjin gave you. You take a few steps towards where your friends are sitting and drop down on the couch next to them
“The girl from the Discord server… she’s not coming with us,” Jisung explains, his head hanging low, shoulders too, while he is staring into the distance.
“Maybe she doesn’t actually exist,” you tease him.
He looks at you like a baby that got his plushie stolen, “Stop it, virgin.”
You give him a strict glare but Jisung knows you can’t be mad at him for long. Instantly, your annoyed face turns into a laugh.
“So, what now?” Felix asks.
“I’m not coming. I’ll stay here,” Jisung says, shaking his head, while his arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks like a whiny toddler sitting there that got rejected choosing something from the candy aisle of the grocery store.
“You’re such a loser,” your best friend tells him.
Jisung sighs but tries to drown out a laughter. He gets up from the couch and takes the fluffy blanket with him. “A broken hearted loser. And if you excuse me, I need to play video games now, smoke some weed and cry like a real man like God intended.”
Right before he disappears inside Felix’s bedroom, you yell, “If you need anything you call us, yeah?”
“Yes, babes. I love you. Take care,” you hear him, knowing everything will be fine. He just needs to be alone for a bit and you respect that.
When you turn around, you notice your best friend looking at you. There’s a huge grin on his face. “Isn’t this great for you?”
You stare at him confused, “Seeing Jisung sad? What kind of a psychopath do you think I am?”
“Perhaps a pathological liar but not a psychopath, no,” Felix corrects his sentence. “But this isn’t what I meant. This makes the tent arrangement a little different. A win-win for the both of us, Y/N.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can share a tent with Changbin, and you with Minho,” he suggests.
Your mouth falls agape, “What?”
“Well, the other options are you and me in one but Changbin and Minho don’t know each other at all. Or you with Changbin which I bet is even weirder,” he reminds you.
Okay, this actually means Minho and you can continue where you left off. Given the circumstances that Changbin’s and Felix’s tent is far away from you and they are already asleep if you decide to get closer.
“Fine,” you huff. “Your gym crush won’t question it?”
“I doubt it,” Felix reassures you, shaking his head.
“Good.”
Camping has always been something you’ve enjoyed quite much. Luckily, your little group feels the same. You had some barbecue for dinner and talked a lot, finding out that Changbin is a really kind guy, making you cross your fingers that Felix and him will finally get together soon. In addition to that, you managed to place the tents a bit further away from one another. For privacy reasons and all.
Your best friend and his crush have gotten a little closer, being all cuddly and when Felix starts yawning with no end, they call it a night. Minho and you stay where you are, still sitting in the camping chairs next to one another, just enjoying the scenery above you. Stars over stars are filling your vision, giving you a way better view than you’d ever be able to experience in the busy city of Seoul although you didn’t even drive that far. It makes you want to stay here a little longer.
The night sky looks beautiful. It reminds you of the hoodie Minho gave you some days ago and the feeling of how soft the fabric felt against your skin. The silence spreads all over the fields, the only sounds are coming from cicadas echoing. But it’s nice. With Minho you don’t have to talk much. It’s nice to not speak at all too. In a good way.
“Uhm, Y/N,” he suddenly starts, instantly making you look at him. “I saw something the other day when my sister and I went to the flea market together.”
One of your eyebrows raises, “Yeah? What did you see? A squirrel?”
Minho rolls his eyes, you barely see it in the dim light of the night but still know for sure. “Jisung’s busy smoking and chatting with imaginary girls online, please. No. I meant something that reminded me of you.”
“Of me?”
Confusion is spread all over your face and Minho hopes you don’t notice how nervous he is.
“Yeah,” is all he says. He reaches for something inside his pocket, bringing out a small velvety bag in a pastel purple shade.
“I thought we were enemies and all,” you tease him, not even knowing anymore if this applies to you both. You could swear, one week ago you couldn’t be in a room with him alone for a minute because either one of you would start a fight and if the same situation occurred now, your first issue would be to withstand kissing him while your heart tries not to melt.
He scoffs. “I thought of you and bought it. Don’t put too much thought into it. It’s also okay if you don’t like it. It’s just… I think this one might still be missing in your collection. Of course—I don’t know. You have a shit ton of those funny accessories. But… you have earrings that are similar so I thought–“
You’re the one to roll their eyes now, “Spit it out, Min. What is it?”
“Here,” he gives you the small bag. “This. If you already have one like this or you don’t like it I can just–“
He gets interrupted when you open it and bring out a necklace.
Not just any necklace.
The one you looked at earlier. The one with the grape shaped pendant attached to it.
“You’re insane,” is all you let out, a bit too loud but you couldn’t care less. Your palm meets your mouth, covering it, while your eyes are widening and you let out a squeal.
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Minho admits, unsure how to read your reaction.
You’re in shock. In a good type of shock. This is the best gift ever. “It means you’re amazing. I actually don’t have this one yet. Gosh. This is perfect. Thank you so much. I can’t believe this.”
Minho gets a little startled when he feels your arms getting thrown around his neck while you pull him into a tight hug. Tears are stinging in your eyes but he doesn’t notice because of the darkness that is surrounding you.
“Calm down, it’s just a necklace,” he says with an awkward chuckle.
You shake your head no, “A necklace with a grape shaped pendant. Fucking adorable. Seriously, thank you so much for thinking of me.”
Your eyes lock with his for another second, before you guide the accessory around your neck and secure it. What a shame you aren’t wearing the matching earrings today but this can wait for another time. You’re the happiest person on this planet right now.
“It’s nothing. I’m glad you like it,” Minho adds with a small voice but on the inside he thanks the universe for your reaction and the fact that he can spend time with you, just sitting here, listening to you talk about your interests and the world.
He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you speak about a topic you like or do something that amazes you.
“So, what’s on today's schedule?”
You’re back inside your shared tent, after checking that Felix and Changbin have already fallen asleep in their own.
Minho frowns, “Schedule. Yeah. Well, I think you were a little too bold last time, hm? Teasing me like that just to fall right into submission the moment I tease you back?”
He’s going all in from the start. You’re in for a night.
“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”
Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try. Despite that, you can be the one doing all the work and still be the submissive part.”
“Really?”
You weren’t aware of that. Well, you’ve never quite thought about it but the fact that Minho talks so openly about it and creates a safe space once again, makes you feel so comfortable and, of course, makes him even more attractive than he already is.
“Yeah. Dominance is about a certain dynamic, a role, if you will. Not what you physically do in bed,” he explains.
“Ah, okay. Well, then I’d like to be the… physically active part,” you confess.
He smirks, “I won’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”
Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be okay. He’s here to help you, right?
“I liked… jerking you off… but I wanna learn more,” you admit with a small voice.
“More, hm? Why don’t you use your words like a big girl, huh?”
You roll your eyes and throw your head back. “Min…”
“Nah, we agreed that communication is key.” At least in bed. “So, tell me what you wanna do, yeah? It’s just me, remember?”
You nod, “Fine. I’d… Uhm, I’d like to suck you off.”
“Sure, baby.”
That’s how you find yourself kneeling in front of Minho a minute later. The tent is quite cramped, you can’t deny that. But you couldn’t care less. Not when he stares down at you like this, his piercing gaze hypnotising you. Your hands wander up his muscular thighs—making you think back to how amazing it felt riding them—going farther upwards until one of your palms lands on his crotch.
He’s already hard. You haven’t even done anything and Minho is already hard as rock. Why do you have such an effect on him? It doesn’t make any sense. You’re not exactly good at what you’re doing or at least you lack experience to scientifically evaluate this, right? Why is his body reacting to you so quickly then?
Because he’s in love with you, the subconscious part of your brain screams at you but you don’t hear it. You’re way too focused on something else anyway. Minho’s hand lands on your head, guiding you closer to his bulge and he chuckles.
“Come on, princess. Be a good girl and show me what you’ve got, hm?”
“Just start like last time, yeah? I’m sure I’ll like anything you do.” Why’s he flirting with you?
You nod, seizing your hand around his length, before you start pumping him. Minho hisses, throwing his head back from the little amount of motions you do. His grip tightens, when he tilts your head upwards, his gaze fixated on your face. You stare up at him with the eyes of a doll, while he feels himself grow even harder. You look so fucking adorable and he’s dying to be the one to ruin you, shape you just for his pleasure although you’re doing this for another guy and in the back of his mind he knows that quite well but pretending feels nice for a moment.
“I like it when…” he suddenly gets nervous. Minho knows exactly what he likes in bed. Although he hasn’t been with that many women. There was Areum and one high school girlfriend before his ex—yes, you’re the third girl he’s ever been in love with, believe it or not, and the second person he’s ever slept with. Yet, he calls himself a tutor, huh?
“Tell me what you like, baby,” you encourage him, being quite surprised about your sudden confidence.
“Start slowly. Just with some licks. I’ll guide you through it when I’m ready, yeah?” Minho has been ready for the past five or ten minutes now. Hell, even before you began this. But he can’t risk to come within seconds when it’s the first time you’re doing this.
However, you follow his advice and soon kitten licks erupt on his length, before you add a longer stripe to his shaft, making sure to keep eye contact. You’re gonna be the death of him, that Minho is sure of. He enters a state of pure trance then, watching you do what you seem to be naturally good at. Or it’s just his stupid heart and his stiffening cock speaking. It’s embarrassing what an effect you have on him. No one has ever achieved this. A simple look from you is enough to make him question everything he’s ever believed in. If someone told him two and two makes five, he wouldn’t even question it anymore at this point.
Minho catches himself, before he guides your mouth towards his tip.
“Whenever you’re r-ready, princess.”
It’s adorable how he’s stuttering and it gives you even more confidence, so you take the first few centimetres in. His length passes your lips before they wrap around it, letting him slide in deeper. Minho helps you with his hand showing you how to move, when you take him in and out, your head bobbing up and down. And when he watches you drooling all over him, obviously relishing the feeling of his dick inside your warm and wet hole, he takes the upper hand in this again.
You look perfect like this. Saliva is dripping down to the tent’s floor but none of you cares about it. You’re rolling your eyes to the back of your head, letting the sensation of being so close to Minho take over you.
“I’ve never expected you to enjoy sucking cock that much, baby,” Minho says, knowing damn well he won’t be able to hold back for that much longer.
“Is it… is it okay if I come inside your mouth?” he asks, not expecting anything from it. At this point, he would even thank you if you decided to edge him and deny him any orgasm for the rest of the night.
You hastily nod, encouraging him, while you continue with your movements. A little later, Minho allows the feeling to fully take over him, when he reaches that sweet sensation of pure ecstasy. His warm liquids shoot into your mouth and you make sure to swallow every single drop. You’re in trance too, watching Minho become absolutely powerless for you and you’ve never seen a more beautiful scenery like this, despite the fact that the night sky is right outside.
He suddenly comes to a halt and carefully slips his softening cock out of you, before he pulls his pants back up. Minho falls down to his knees, swiping away a few droplets of his come, before he places the sweetest kiss on the top of your head that earth has ever witnessed.
It’s in the middle of the night when Minho suddenly wakes up, feeling you attached to his body.
You fell asleep together. Right. Just after your little encounter, he took care of you and tucked you into your sleeping bag. He must have dozed off right away too.
He checks his phone, watching the time read 01:43. Then, he sees a message from his sister from not that long ago. The protective older brother he is, he instantly panicks and opens the chat.
[ Sis 🙄 ]: I didn’t wanna tell you this Min but I unfortunately value you a bit too much although you’re the most annoying brother on this planet.
He immediately replies.
[ Minho ]: What is it? Are you alright?
And when he reads the message, he realises that his sister isn’t in trouble but someone else definitely is.
[ Sis 🙄 ]: Hyunjin asked me out on a date. Despite the fact that I am not interested in him AT ALL and have only ever seen him as a friend I think you should know. Or Y/N should know, to be precise. I’m sorry. 😕
His heart sinks and then crashes into a billion tiny pieces.
[ Minho ]: Thank you for telling me. 🫂
He needs to talk to someone about it and find out how to tell you this nightmare of a story. Minho will protect you. Even if it means breaking the contract and telling Jisung about it tomorrow.
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“Don’t tease me,” he warns you, looking at you again. “You’re gonna regret this. Otherwise I’m gonna have to put you in your place until you shut that bratty mouth.”
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, slight brat reader and brat tamer minho, slight sir kink, reader gets called a slut but combined with lots of praise ], consumption of alcohol, jealousy, mention of cheating
[ words ]: 6.9K
[ note ]: thank you once again for the INSANE support. I hope you like this chapter. Make sure to reblog, comment or send an ask my way. I’d be very grateful for it. Lots of love to y’all 🌸
A comfortable feeling is hugging your skin, the fluffiest fabric attached to your upper body, it almost makes you fall back asleep. However, you lost count how many alarms have been echoing through your bedroom by now and something drags you to finally stand up. Your eyes shoot open, telling you it’s time to get ready for your first class—while you curse yourself for choosing courses at early hours knowing damn well you hate getting up before 10 or at all.
When your eyes peek down to the material that’s covering your form, you witness a colour you don’t see on you that often. You’re wearing a new sweater.
Minho’s sweater.
Midnight blue suits you more than you would have expected and you wish you could wear said clothing for the rest of the day until you realise you have to leave the house and go to campus. Right. You grab a fresh towel and a dress with a pastel purple pattern on it, search for your fitting grape earrings and make your way to the bathroom. The hot shower does wonders to your delusional brain that’s been drifting in all the directions of how last night ended. The way you were sitting in Minho’s lap, the beautiful whimpers that made it past his lips and right into your ears or how he looked at you with those big brown boba eyes, silently begging for more. You’ve totally underestimated yourself by a thousand levels. You’ve never imagined to have such an impact on a man, certainly not Minho of all.
And it plays evil games with both your mind and your heart. Sure, you’ve been physically attracted to Minho before all that. Who isn’t, right? However, only within seventy two hours, this has grown into an avalanche that you fear you won’t be able to stop if you don’t slow down a little and hit the brake paddle soon. You’re not even friends, although you feel comfortable around him the way you do when you’re with Felix or Jisung. Apart from the fact that they haven’t been knuckles deep inside your pussy and you haven’t granted them a mind-blowing orgasm just with your hand.
Okay. Slow down. The brake paddle. A splash of cold water—thanks to how old this building is, which ends in a sudden change of temperature whenever your neighbours must be taking a shower too—brings you back to reality. Until you think about the deeper meaning of all this. Sure, it’s one thing that Minho is helping you with your little physical issues. But then again—he gave you his sweater. He made dinner for you twice. He went to an ice rink with you because you mentioned it once.
And you’re nothing better. After forgetting to text him the other day, the first urge your silly little heart experiences is to buy food for the both of you, spontaneously visit him and spend time with him. You don’t understand why you haven’t gotten along with him these past three years. Well, he’s been constantly teasing you, of course, but why is he suddenly so entirely different whenever it’s just the two of you alone?
You’re still strong. You’ve got enough power left to not think further about the consequences of a mess you willingly created. You love Hyunjin. You’ve been in love with him for years. A few evenings spent with Minho won’t change that, right? It’s definitely just the sign, a little challenge, that’ll end in you realising even more that Hyunjin is the right one for you. Although it should in fact be a sign that you’re constantly thinking about your enemy and haven’t even wasted a second dreaming about the date yesterday that you had been waiting for for six months…
Pushing this inner monologue as if you are the main character in some Ancient Greek drama aside, you hop out of the shower, finding the mirror all foggy. One day when you finish college you’ll hopefully have enough money to afford an apartment with a bathroom that has a window. You slip into your underwear, socks and the colourful dress, before you put your hair in a comfortable style for a long day of college classes.
“Y/N, good morning. How’re you?”
You’re back in the hallway and already putting on your shoes when you fully register that Felix is talking to you. “Fine! In a bit of a rush but fine. You too?”
“Hmm, I wanted to ask something,” your roommate says, his lower lip caged between his teeth. He looks a bit nervous and your heartbeat instantly quickens. You dearly hope he hasn’t caught up on the thing going on between Minho and you.
“Better make it quick, Lixie,” you tell him, both because you are actually in a rush but also want to avoid any drama in the morning—or at all.
“It’s just… we can discuss this further later… but Jisung said something the other day when I played video games with him,” he starts.
You look at your best friend confused, “Jisung? What’s with him?”
“Well not with him but… he has noticed you not being here that often. Maybe you’re studying a lot since it’s your last year and all but… it almost seems like you sneak out and come back late at night,” he speaks with a low and quiet voice.
“Lixie… I…”
They’ve noticed. They’ve noticed the lies and all the secret things you’re doing behind their back with Minho. They’ve noticed that their friend has invited you over three days in a row. They’ve noticed that you have a contract that states Minho will teach you everything regarding kissing, touching and all that comes beyond that. They’ve noticed—
“We were just wondering if you either are already back together with Hyunjin and didn’t tell us because we saw you coming back in a man’s sweater last night that probably belongs to him but then again you told Jisung you’d be going out with a friend to campus… so… perhaps you found other friends that are better than us?”
Your heart drops. Oh, God, this is seriously the last thing you wanted. This is awful. You haven’t even thought that far that your two friends would probably search for the reason for your odd behaviour by questioning if they’ve done anything wrong. So, you instantly pull Felix into a tight hug, as you reassure him it’s nothing like this.
“Baby, no… I haven’t. No one could ever replace you and I only need you. I’m so sorry, really. It’s just a lot going on but I swear I will always be honest with you, no secrets.” Lie number one. “And, yes, the sweater belongs to Hyunjin. I wore it because it got cold last night.” Lie number two.
You notice a huge weight dropping off your roommate’s shoulders and then a bright smile follows, his eyes turning into crescents, “I’m glad to hear that you’re finally getting together. I’ve always known he’s the one for you, Y/N.”
“I’ve gotta go now,” you end the conversation, blaming it on the fact you’re late yet again and not that you’re not sure anymore if what Felix says is true.
What would you know about truth? You’ve been lying to your closest friends for half a week now.
Felix is a bit startled but he doesn’t question it. “Sure, have a nice day.”
“I’m so happy to meet you,” Areum says, pulling you into a hug. Yes, you agreed on getting breakfast with her, both because you kind of don’t trust her, unsure what her true intentions are but you’re also very hungry after your 8AM class.
“I’m happy too, how are you?”
The two of you sit down at a table close to a window of this cute little café that you’ve been to so many times, after ordering at the front. “I’m great! I love your dress by the way. The colour really suits you and”—her mouth falls agape—“the earrings! They match perfectly, you’ve got such a lovely style.”
You seriously can’t read her. Still, you mumble a small ‘thank you’, hoping to not sound too awkward. There’s so much you want to ask her, most of the questions revolving around Minho, yes, but you don’t know her that well enough to do so. And something tells her she might feel the same, judging by how shy she suddenly gets when the conversation dies down.
“I know talking about exes isn’t the best thing,” she starts and you’re glad she’s doing so, especially with that topic, “but I’m truly sad that we’ve never gotten introduced to each other. I know Jisung and some of Minho’s friends from dance practice—Yeonjun and Hyunjin—but I’m more of a girl’s girl and rather hang out with women, especially when it’s about friendships, you know?”
Oh. That surprises you.
Two things, to be specific. Given the circumstances that Areum is speaking the truth, of course.
She calls herself a girl’s girl. Perhaps, to make you trust her or she’s actually being honest. You don’t know her enough to evaluate that but you hope it matches reality. This is something that’s truly important to you when it comes to—developing—friendships.
Second, she knows Hyunjin. Minho has introduced her to Hyunjin. Now you’re the one who wishes to have more female friends because this way you could have asked them for boys advice years ago. But instead you are left with a roommate that has a crush on his gym buddy, a nerd that only knows how to talk to women online and… well… your enemy that is indeed giving you tips but not in that way Areum or another girlfriend could.
Hopefully, she isn’t hiding behind a mask and you can perhaps ask her for advice soon. Because you damn sure will need it after the roller coaster this week has been. Of course, by leaving out the details that you’ve been messing around with her ex boyfriend.
“I get what you mean! I’m only ever hanging around with my male friends, I wish I had more female ones too. Some topics can be discussed easier with women than with… them.”
She chuckles, “You understand me. It might be a shame that Minho never told me about you”—you start to keep wondering why—“but destiny still brought us together, right?”
Talking to Areum feels strangely natural. As if you’ve known each other for years. You’re not the most similar, but your differences are what complements you.
“So, tell me, Y/N… are you someone that dates a lot?”
Oh, not the topic you hate the most. Perhaps, that’s why you only have a handful of friends and only ever stick to your chaotic group because they don’t talk about dating issues that often. For someone who lacks experience in that fiel big time, there’s nothing more annoying than getting asked the same questions over and over again.
“No, not really,” you admit.
Areum breathes out, “Thank God—I mean, you do you. But with other friendships I had in the past, especially when I was younger, they only ever talked about their dates and men problems.”
This can’t be. She completely understands you. Perhaps, Areum and you are something like platonic soulmates.
Okay, tone it down, Y/N, or do you want her to know that you’re a little bit of a weirdo who only hangs out with other weirdos?
“I relate so much…” you admit.
Areum gives you a soft smile, “Still, I unfortunately have a crush on someone right now but I’m sure it’s nothing serious. So nothing much to talk about.”
However, this catches your ears. Is she possibly not over Minho yet? This would be a disaster. It’s bad enough that you are becoming friends with a girl whose ex boyfriend is (almost) having sex with you, no strings attached. But you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if Areum still had feelings for him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s someone I’ve known for a while but we met again last night at the semester opening party,” she says, gently biting her lower lip.
Oh, right. You totally forgot that there was this party on campus last night, way too busy stroking your enemy’s dick, huh?
But, wait—this kind of shrinks the possibilities. Maybe Minho went to said party after your evening spent together. He could have gone to campus after bringing you home but last time you checked he isn’t really someone who attends festivities like these. But maybe he ignored that and went there for Areum. A weird feeling spreads through your stomach at the thought of it but you push it aside. It could be possible, though, and perhaps your new friend isn’t comfortable enough yet to confess that she’s still in love with her ex which would explain her cryptic way of speaking.
“I’ve got a crush on someone too… for some time,” you confess now all of a sudden hoping it will establish some trust. “We went on a date but we will be taking no all this slowly, you know?”
“That’s lovely,” Areum says with a smile that looks genuine. “If you ever feel comfortable talking more about it or need some advice, you know where to find me.”
You’re still thinking about the conversation with Areum once afternoon strikes you. Wednesdays this year seem to be extraordinarily busy but that’s okay. It’s your last semester after all. You’re on your way to your last lecture of the day, when a detail from earlier hits you again.
What if Minho actually met Areum last night? What if they are becoming a thing again? You should be happy, right? Well, except for the fact that he’d be breaking the contract but you went on a date with Hyunjin too. Your head keeps confusing you, until you get on your way back home, still thinking about the possibility of Areum and Minho as a couple and what it does to your dumb little heart.
You’re soaking up your useless and irritating thoughts, until your phone screen brightens while you’re on the subway. Great. Hyunjin finally texted you back. You asked him if he wanted to go to one of the art exhibitions on campus tomorrow. Unlocking your device, you read the message.
[ Hyunjin ]: Hey, angel ❤️ I’m so sorry but a friend I haven’t seen in a while already asked me to go there together. How about we go to the flea market together on Friday?
You send your crush a quick reply, wondering if there’s more behind this message than what he says. But you brush those ideas off, since you’re done with your brain messing with you. Not everyone wants to be the bad guy in your story and you should understand that. Everything’s alright. You’re gonna go home, make yourself some nice dinner and later go to Minho’s place for another study session.
After a quick shower, you change into a similar looking dress from what you wore for uni, before adjusting your makeup a little. You’re invited to Minho’ apartment once again, patiently waiting for another one of his lessons until you’re interrupted by your phone making a second, indicating you received a message. You pick up the device and read the text.
[ Minho ]: Hey, there’s one small issue about tonight. My little sis is still at my place. She was actually meeting up with some friends but they cancelled and there’s also a bunch of course work she has to get done so she’s staying here. Should we reschedule or do you have a different idea?
That’s a bummer. However, your roommates told you they’d be away tonight, as if you’ve got this all planned.
[ You ]: you can come to my place too. felix said he is leaving for the studio later with jisung. so it shouldn’t be an issue.
Problem solved. Minho sends you a quick reply back and a few minutes later, you’re ready for the night and make your way to the living room. You plop down on the sofa, watching some random show on Netflix, while you wait for your tutor to arrive. Half an hour passes and you receive another notification telling you he will be here soon.
Then the front door swings open. Wait. Minho doesn’t have a key for the apartment, how did he make it inside?
“It’s just us, Y/N,” you hear Felix’s voice, “Chan and Changbin postponed our meeting at the studio by like one or two hours.”
Fuck. You instantly grab your phone from your dress’s pockets and open the chat with Minho. Just when you’re about to send the text you hastily typed into the device, the bell rings. And faster than you’re able to react in any way, your best friend is already swinging the door open, revealing a very confused Minho.
“Min, what are you doing here?” Felix asks.
“I’m… Jisung forgot something at my place,” he lies, before his eyes find yours, as you desperately try to hide the panic swirling around in yours.
But, okay. He’s improvising and managing this situation quite well.
“Nothing new. Why don’t you come in? We wanted to order food,” your roommate offers. Jisung is still in the bathroom so he doesn’t notice that his best friend is here right now.
Minho nods, “Uhm, sure. You don’t have any plans tonight?” A subtle way of finding out why the hell your roommates are here when you told him that you’d be alone.
“Oh, we’re going to the studio later but Chan and Changbin need some more time so we still got an hour or so…” Felix explains, shrugging his shoulders, before he reaches for his phone and opens some delivery app.
“Cool,” Minho replies. “Yeah. I can just go back home when you leave, too.”
Suddenly, your roommate turns around to you, “Y/N? Is that okay for you?”
“S-Sure,” you stammer.
Twenty minutes later the food arrives and the whole group is sitting on the couch and chairs revolving around the little table in the middle. There’s some music playing in the background, coming from the TV.
“Let’s play a drinking game, friends,” Jisung suddenly says, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head.
One of your eyebrows rises up, “Drinking game?”
“It’s our last year, isn’t it?”
Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean. But Jisung has always had the stupidest and most random ideas.
“Fine,” Felix says, getting up and bringing an empty bottle from the kitchen as well as some soju and a few shot glasses. “Let’s do some Truth Or Drink, hm?”
Jisung’s eyes get filled with stars, “Good idea!” He fills the little jars with the transparent liquid while you dearly pray the question you will be receiving won’t be as bad as you expect. Getting drunk isn’t quite what you anticipate right now but luckily, the food you ordered will work as a great base to stay relatively sober.
The first few rounds are pretty bearable. Some innocent questions about past crushes, the most embarrassing things you’ve done—although Jisung is clearly leading in this category—or some forbidden stuff you did when you were teenagers. Everything okay. Until your temporary roommate decides to change the route a little and the questions turn rather spicy.
“How far have you gone with Changbin, Lix?” he asks, having a smirk all over his face.
Your best friend rolls his eyes, “You already know this. Not far. He’s touched me a few times during gym sessions to adjust my posture but that wasn’t anything sexual from his side. Although it was more than nice, I must admit. Have you seen that man’s arms?!”
Yeah. You’ve all seen. Felix mentions it at least once every two hours. Your best friend is already in a great party mood thanks to the fact he is playing this game in a truth and drink version but you don’t mind. Until it makes him become a bit more creative with his own questions too.
“How’s it going with your crush, Sungie?” he asks and the atmosphere in the room turns even funnier. It’s hilarious how these two rile each other up.
“Not that much going on, bro. We’re in the same hopeless situation. However, just a few minutes ago when I went to the kitchen and grabbed another soju bottle, she sent me a pic wearing only red lingerie,” Jisung says with a wink.
“But you still don’t know what she looks like and what her real name is.”
Jisung scoffs, “Yes, and? We’re taking things slow.” He knows that this is a lie and he’s just too shy to make the next move. The girl he’s been talking to online after playing video games with her for literal months seems to have a good effect on her—if your friend just wasn’t so socially awkward and slightly inexperienced to finally gather up enough courage to ask her out in the real world. But you definitely aren’t someone to judge that case.
The bottle gets spun again, sprinting around in circles until it comes to a halt and lands on you.
“Y/N…” Jisung starts with a wide grin, “you and Hyunjin, huh? How’s it going? Are the rumours true? That he’s unbelievably good in bed?”
You obviously don’t know and also don’t wanna know where the hell Jisung has that information from. But then again, little Miss Gossip Girl has his nose everywhere so it doesn’t surprise you. When you shift your gaze around in the room, you find Minho’s face as neutral as ever. Of course. You wonder if the day may come when he will show the tiniest sign of emotions but then you remember that you achieved exactly this last night. Even if said emotion was pure lust. But it still counts.
Your eyes wander further, finding your enemy’s hands gripping the blanket underneath him, as if he’s trying to control his anger. His jaw is clenched now and if you weren’t so focused on checking him out, you’d realise that Felix is noticing the silent conversation between his friend and you, too.
“Y/N?” Jisung asks again, bringing you back to the room.
“Ah, right. I can’t tell because we… we haven’t gone that far yet,” you confess.
A few more rounds follow, most of them being Jisung’s turn because bad luck is on his side tonight but he withstands any embarrassment and drinks from time to time. The one hour they talked about is almost over, until the bottle’s tip points at Minho.
Jisung smirks, his long awaited question already pricking on his tongue, “What’s your favourite position, Min?”
Your enemy chuckles, still entirely sober just like you. However, he’s hypnotised enough by your sole presence, that his gaze locks with your own, when he says, “I like when she’s on top… but I’d say my fave is when she’s on all fours, you know? This way I can thrust into her harder… pull her hair a little… spank her ass.”
The two other men instantly nod, relating in some way or another with what their friend said and you hope they haven’t caught up on the fact of how Minho’s eyes are fixated on yours. That bastard is teasing you again. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, for whatever reason.
Jisung receives a message from Chan a second later and all three get up, taking care of the mess in the living room.
“We won’t be long, baby,” Felix says, pulling you into a tight hug as if you are an old couple. Minho looks at you confused, jealousy bubbling up in his chest once again although there is seriously no reason. Your best friend and you are like siblings and apart from that, he has a crush on his gym coach. Even though it seems a bit hopeless.
“Take care, yeah?”
A minute later, all three of them exit the apartment and you drop down on the sofa again, waiting for a sign from Minho. Until you hear a sound coming from your phone.
[ Minho ]: I’ll be back in 5 minutes.
Three hundred seconds later—sharp—he rings the doorbell and you let him in. He takes off his shoes and hands you a plastic bag. You take it and peak inside, finding two green cans.
“Grape juice?” you ask.
Minho nods, following you to your room, “Yeah. I thought it suits your earrings, and something non-alcoholic after that weird round of this game is a good idea.”
You ignore the fact that neither Minho nor you were even taking a single sip from the soju earlier, but you try your best to hide the ridiculous smile that’s trying to make it up to your face.
Minho steps inside, having a good overview of the four walls you spend your most time surrounded by. It’s a lot more colourful than his apartment but he thinks it matches you. Flowers over flowers and posters and stickers on the wall, the glittery tapestry shimmering because of the dim LED–lights makes this so cosy, he wants to move in right away.
“I’m glad we could still plan things tonight,” you say, sitting down on your bed and telling him to join you. Minho opens the cans for you, before he hands you one of the grape juices. You take a sip, the sugar instantly filling your whole mouth before you place the metallic object aside.
“Me too.” Because I love spending time with you and tonight just showed me I want you all to myself. “Glad that worked out.”
The conversation dies down at this point, the two of you are just sitting next to one another, before the thoughts are hitting you again. Not just any thoughts and certainly not those confusing ones from earlier but you keep thinking back to what Minho said about his favourite position and what it did to you—or well, to your pussy, to be honest.
And by now you’re convinced he’s a mind reader. He must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t chuckle, when he asks, “What’s going on in that little distracted head of yours, hm? Hyunjin?”
Why should Hyunjin be on your mind right now? “N-No. Not Hyunjin.”
“That’s good,” Minho says, the tip of his tongue gliding over his upper teeth, “because I should be the only thought inside your head when you’re with me.”
You gulp. Where the hell is this going?
“Because you need to focus, you know,” he quickly adds, covering his own nervousness.
“Is that so?” you ask, cocking your head.
“Hmm, you’re the best student I’ve ever had.”
You giggle, “What? Are you doing this as a side business, hm?”
He ignores your teasing. “Spit it out, Y/N. What’re you thinkin’ about?”
You don’t wanna say it. But you want him to know, if that makes any kind of sense. You’re a bit embarrassed about it, that’s why. When Minho talked about some of the stuff he’s fantasising about or has done with other women in his life so far—making you wonder if some described scenes were about Areum—there wasn’t only a bit of jealousy running through your veins. The most prominent feeling was arousal.
You get that he’s so gentle with you given the fact that he wants you to experience all these steps in a much softer way and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. But the idea of Minho just grabbing you, manhandling you and throwing you around to his liking, using you for his own pleasure while he guides you to another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, might make you forget your own name if you think about it for too long.
So, you gather up all the courage you have and speak. “I… The things you said earlier during the game… about your favourite positions and being rough… I-I kinda…”
He smirks, “You want me to go rougher, baby? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Minho closes much of the distance between you, crawling towards you, before he’s almost hovering above you.
“I… I liked how you talked about those fantasies…” you confess.
His hand finds your face, grabbing your jaw, “Hm, you did?”
You nod. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, Y/N,” he says with the softest voice.
“Have you… have you ever imagined having me in a position… l-like you described?”
You don’t even know where your confidence is coming from but Minho seems to like it.
He chuckles, “Oh, you’d love to know, huh? I have, yeah. I’m not gonna lie to you. But I’ve gotta promise that this still has to wait, yeah?”
“Why?”
“Well, only good girls deserve to get what they ask for and you’re not there yet,” he adds, his tone dropping lower, while his thumb starts caressing your cheek.
You gulp, “I’m… not? I’m a good girl for you, Min.”
He closes his eyes so that you’re not able to see how they roll to the back of his head. Minho can feel his cock twitch inside his pants, growing uncomfortably harder.
“Don’t tease me,” he warns you, looking at you again. “You’re gonna regret this. Otherwise I’m gonna have to put you in your place until you shut that bratty mouth.”
You click your tongue, “You make it sound like a threat…”
And that’s all he needs to make him want to tame the brat that you’re pretending to be just for him. Minho’s lips collide with your skin, roaming over your jawline, neck and wandering even further. He’s fast to sneak his hands under your dress, finding you without tights this time given the warmer weather and the fact you’re at home. In your room. On top of your bed. Minho has desperately tried to not bring you to his own bed these past three nights, knowing damn well his heart wouldn’t survive the smell of you that would still linger on his sheets long after you’re gone, just reminding him that nothing the two of you are doing is even remotely close to being real.
So, he’s been avoiding it. But of course, this strategy doesn’t work when you’re at your place and you’re sharing your apartment with two other guys, one of them temporarily crashing on your couch in the living room. Minho tries his best to push those thoughts aside, his fingers traveling right between your legs which you obediently part for him to give him better access to your very much drenched underwear.
He chuckles, before he pulls the fabric aside. His eyes find your own and when you give him a quick nod, his fingertips slide under the material, finding your clit without hesitation.
“Feels good, Min,” you confess, letting him play with you.
“She can be a good girl after all, hm? So much easier than teasing me, isn’t it?”
You hastily nod again, letting out a moan in agreement. Still, this isn’t enough for him. You won’t get away with it this quickly.
“Then go on, baby. On all fours for me, yeah?”
You gulp but follow suit. You’re a bit confused where this is leading to but you trust him.
“Don’t worry, yeah?” he adds, when he sees the slight worry in your eyes. “One step at a time. I want to touch and taste you, if that’s alright with you.”
You answer by arching your back a bit, leaning forward as your skirt rides up and exposes your soaked underwear. Minho hisses, his tongue wetting his lips before he makes quick work and slides down the ruined fabric. Your pussy looks pretty like this—you look absolutely adorable like this, even better than in all those fantasies he’s had about you, when he touched himself to the thought of you being in a position like this for him only. And now he’s got you right where he wants you.
You spread your legs further, before you feel sweet little kisses erupt on your lower back, before they wander over your ass. Minho’s hand lands between your thighs again, his fingers circling around your glistening entrance. He’s teasing you, just like you did earlier with your words.
“Min, please, n-need them inside of me,” you whine but he’s kind enough to grant you that wish. He pushes one of the digits inside, just like two days ago, thrusting it in and out of you. Your walls immediately start clenching around him, before you tell him to add another one. You’re extraordinarily demanding tonight but he’d do anything for his princess, after all. Yes, correctly. You belong to him. You just don’t know it yet. Although your subconsciousness has already caught up on it by now.
Minho’s fingers are spreading you open and soon two turn into three, as a squelching sound is echoing through the room. It feels so good, you’re already on the verge of tasting the stars in front of your eyes.
Until Minho pulls out of you.
“Why… what?” is all your foggy brain is able to let out, rational thoughts already shut off by now.
“I need a bit more proof of you being a good girl for me, darling,” he says, grabbing you by the hips. “On your back for me. Relax, baby. I’m gonna go easy on you for now.” Minho turns you around as if you weigh nothing, until you land in the position he wants you in.
His hands reach to your inner thighs, before he parts them and those gentle kisses appear on your skin right there. He travels further, dangerously close to your wetness, until his gaze locks with your own once more. “Look at me when you come, you understand?”
You nod, “Yes.”
Minho chuckles, “Yes, what?”
“Y-Yes… sir.”
He dives right in, two of his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart before his tongue collides with your clit. “I’ve always known you’re a quick learner, Y/N.” You arch your back once more, when he starts making out with your sensitive nub, while his fingers are back at your entrance and he slides them inside. He’s scissoring you open by now, his tongue never leaving your clit as if they’re magically connected.
He hums against you heat, “Come on, make that sound again.”
Oh, and you do. Moans, whimpers and groans are filling the room, soon becoming Minho’s favourite melody, that he wants tattooed to his brain so he can play it over and over again like a broken record.
“So good for me, hm? Such a good slut only for me, keep going,” he encourages you, knowing you won’t be able to hold back any longer. His cock twitches inside his pants, when he feels you being the one to grab his hair now, guiding his face the way you seem to enjoy and Minho won’t be complaining. He lets you take the lead a bit, until his fingers change their angle and he’s grazing over that velvety spot inside of you.
A few more thrusts, a few more licks and your high follows. Your eyes stay fixated on his own during the entire time, when you fall apart, legs shaking, creaming all over his face, when that hypnotising feeling takes over you and rushes through your body.
Everything that happens after this is a total blur. Minho takes care of you and cleans you, before he helps you into your pyjamas and puts you into bed. You feel a sweet kiss linger on your forehead before you doze off to sleep.
It’s already the next morning, when you will be reading his message.
[ Minho ]: I’m home. Sweet dreams, Y/N 🖤🍇
Thursday is a lot kinder to you, giving you the opportunity to sleep a little longer since you only have one lecture in the afternoon. You grab a fresh outfit and your towel, as you head to the bathroom wearing your slippers that look like frogs.
Felix is standing in your vision, giving you a soft smile and the look of his disheveled hair tells you he’s as tired as you are.
“Good morning, Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I washed Hyunjin’s sweater,” he informs you, handing you the fabric.
You hesitantly reach for it, as you ask, “Morning… Hyunjin’s sweater?”
“The dark blue one,” your roommate says, pointing at it with his index finger. Right. You lied and told him you received this piece of clothing from your crush.
“O-Oh, right, yeah. The midnight blue one, yes,” you reply, awkwardly nodding and smiling. You take a few steps forward, making your way to the bathroom until Felix speaks again and you let the pile of clothes drop down to the floor.
“You can stop lying now, by the way.”
“W-What?”
“I really thought we were friends, you know,” Felix says, his jaw clenched. You turn around and look at him, finding his arms crossed in front of his chest and despite the distance of two meters between you, you can clearly observe the hurt in his eyes.
“Lix, I can’t follow,” you stammer out.
He scoffs, “I am sure you can. Why the fuck are you wearing Minho’s sweater? Why did I see his shoes in the hallway last night and hear someone leaving the apartment later? Have you been sneaking out to meet him? Is this why he got so jealous last night when we were playing the drinking game?”
“I… I don’t know what you mean,” you answer.
“Oh, you sure know,” your best friend adds, taking a few steps towards you. “I didn’t expect this from you, seriously, cheating on Hyunjin like this…”
“Lix—wait, I can explain, it’s seriously not what it looks like,” you interrupt him, sounding like the biggest cliché ever.
“Then tell me, I’m all ears,” he says.
“Okay, first of all, Hyunjin and I aren’t a couple. He asked me to take things slowly because he’s in a lot of stress and with it being the last semester and shit… you know how he is when he’s dating. He… he’s never dated just one girl at a time, right?”
“Oh, so you drop low to his level?”
“I am not. Because there’s nothing between Minho and me except some physical stuff… he… he gives me practical advice regarding, you know, sex,” you cringe when you explain what’s been going on these past days, feeling embarrassed about yourself. Although you don’t regret it. Not when Minho is so gentle yet passionate with you, granting you the best time of your life.
“Is he your tutor or something?”
You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, something like that. We… we haven’t slept together but did a bunch of other stuff because I am super inexperienced and insecure that Hyunjin might be… disappointed once we get closer and–“
“I can’t believe he took advantage of you like that,” Felix cuts you off, “I’m gonna find Minho and talk to him–“
“What?”
“Yeah, sleeping with a girl who’s insecure.” Thank you Felix, how about you dig the knife into the wound a little deeper, hm? “I can’t believe this. How could he do this to you and take advantage of your fragile state like this?”
Oh, God, your roommate has understood this all wrong. This is a disaster.
“It’s not… no. He offered it but I came to him and asked him. It was my decision, Lix. He didn’t do anything wrong, seriously. And I am happy with what we have and what we do,” you confess, immediately regretting your choice of words for that last sentence.
And then there’s a smirk on Felix’s lips as well as some imaginary lightbulb that’s appearing over his head.
“Because you are falling in love with him,” he says, clicking his tongue.
You scoff, “I am not. I only like Hyunjin and you know that.” You can’t believe he would actually think that. You hate when Felix teases you like this.
“What does Hyunjin say about it then?”
“He obviously doesn’t know,” you admit.
“Great.”
You tilt your head, “Oh, so you wanna tell me that his last girlfriend knew that he was dating other women while they weren’t official yet?”
“No offense at my friends but you kinda have a weird taste in men now that I think about it,” Felix adds with a smile. The atmosphere suddenly becomes less tense when you see him chuckle and you join with your own laughter. You’re kind of glad how he reacted, how he was ready to defend you. Your roommate truly is the best friend you could ever have.
Still, this doesn’t give him the right to suspect you having a crush on his other friend too.
“Thank you. I know. But I don’t like Minho. Not at all,” you insist.
“Keep believing that,” Felix adds, giving you a wink.
You roll your eyes. Then you reach for the lump of clothes that fell to the ground and pick them up, right before you are ready to disappear inside the bathroom.
“Y/N?”
You turn around one more time, looking at your roommate although you’d really like to shower first and then continue with the conversation once you’re a little more awake. “What is it?”
“No matter what I think about all this, your secret is safe with me, okay?”
You smile at him. “Thank you.”
“Although next time I’d be very grateful if you told me about it,” he confesses.
“I’m sorry, Lix. I was embarrassed and all,” you explain.
“I understand. But I love you, yeah?”
You get inside the bathroom and before closing the door you reply, “I love you too.”
As a chronic fanfic reader, I have a lot of recommendations. So, these are the ones I think about the most. All of them include smut, so they're 18+. Red text indicates fics on AO3. Go support these amazing authors!! Enjoy!! <3
Bang Chan
The SKZ house @writeonwhiskey (Chan x reader x Hyunjin…SKZ but make it a frat… and also sexy)
Silent cry @j-0ne25 (Fake dating/friends to lovers, live laugh hurt comfort… emphasis on the hurt)
Love is intuitive @skzonthebrain (forbidden love and angst… so emotional and loving <3)
Kinktober Day 8 @dreaming-medium (breeding, best friend, fake dating, so sweet and spicy)
Summer in Seoul @writeonwhiskey (strangers to lovers, summer love, spicy and romantic)
Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg)
It’s cold out @therhythmafterthesummer (roommate Chan is going through his rut… oops there’s more ABO on this list than I realized sorry not sorry)
Lee Know
The Experience Project @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Enemies to lovers Lee Know, really good plot and relationship building!)
Sanguis Limerence @jl-micasea-fics (Vampire OT8, Lee Know x Reader x Chan, SUPER good world building, especially in their sequel with the backstories… I was so invested. And it’s super hot)
Barb Wired Brat @roseykat (BDSM Lee Know with reader going into subspace… awakened things in me)
Well Shit @2chopsticks2eyes (Brother’s best friend, inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers and fwb… literally so good)
Changbin
The accidental acquisition of sugar @skzdarlings (accidental sugar daddy Changbin x reader that’s absolutely hilarious with great smut)
Valentine’s series ‘do you really think you’re in a position to give orders’) @skzdarlings (forbidden love/romeo & juliet style but with gun play… um this was so hot tho)
Close your eyes (...And count to seven) @MysteryBird (Possessive gang leader bf! Changbin that you’re trying to piss off by sleeping with the other members… 100k+ words and so delicious)
Hyunjin
Praise kink Hyunjin @dreaming-medium (A kinktober fic, enemies to lovers detective Hyunjin… absolutely delicious)
Snowed In @moonjxsung (really artistic, heartfelt, and beautifully written)
Jury’s still out @straywrds (rivals to hooking up/hate sex… super spicy and hot)
Dressing down @jl-micasea-fics (shopping trip with best friend Hyunjin turns out spicy ahh the chemistry)
Han
Watch your six @dreaming-medium (sensory deprivation kinktober ah this is engraved in my brain)
The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I might think about this every day)
Felix
The bodyguard @skzdarlings (Forced proximity, enemies to lovers, had me SUPER invested and made me cry)
The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I might think about this every day)
Snap out of it @2baabbies (Felix gives you the option to either go home with your shitty boyfriend or go home with him at the end of the night ahhh!!)
Seungmin
Bet on it @skzonthebrain (Academic rivals, enemies to lovers and such good tension/chemistry)
Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg)
I.N.
Lavender boy @hyunsvngs (A/B/O Alpha jeongin… super sexy and great dynamics)
Clueless @jeongin-lvr (inexperienced big dick I.N. that just wants to make reader feel good… also omg he’s so hot in this pls)
OT8
Sharing a bed series @skzdarlings (Best trope ever and they really do it justice) (Chan's is linked but you should read all 8)
Sharing is caring @skzms (Minsung x reader x OT8… really well written spice)
Fake texts @thefantasyden (I swear these are like crack I read them every single time)
Kinktober23 @roseykat (one of the first SKZ blogs that I started reading that really brought me deep into the fandom… My fav from this is Table Manners and Bible Studies)
♡ Genre: Camboy!Hyunjin, neighbors AU, strangers to “lovers”
♡ CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), sex work, voyeurism if you squint, hate sex kind of?, masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, Hyunjin’s a bit of an asshole but I love him
♡ Word count: 7.9k
♡ Synopsis: To say your new next-door neighbor is loud would be an understatement. Three times a week, at the same time every night, he will laugh and talk loudly for an hour. After that, like clockwork, a cacophony of his groans and moans will fill your room through your shared wall. He’s most certainly entertaining some hookup, or maybe a girlfriend. You frankly don’t care — all you know is you want your peace and quiet back. But you never would’ve guessed what you would find out upon confronting him.
♡ A/N: Once again, I cannot shut up and this ended up being much longer than I had originally wanted. One day, I will write a one-shot that’s less than 5k words, but today is not that day. I listened to Taeyeon’s Siren while writing this, hence the title. Also think the song’s a little fitting to the story.
Yet another night, yet another two hours of hearing your next-door neighbor moaning like a porn star for anyone to hear. The thin walls of your apartment, coupled with the fact that your room shared a wall with his own bedroom, make it impossible for you not to hear everything that happens inside his bedroom. Earphones have proven futile in muffling his voice, and you can only distract yourself with mindless YouTube videos for so long before you give up and simply wait for him to finish. Quite literally.
You noticed it was his routine: Fridays and weekends — the nights when he would graciously give the entire building a free show.
But that wasn’t all he did. And that’s what stirs up curiosity inside of you.
An hour before the unholy sounds begin, he spends a significant amount of time simply speaking, laughing loudly, and throwing the occasional suggestive comment here and there. But only his voice can be heard, and considering how damn thin the walls are, you can’t help but wonder why that is. Maybe his hookups aren’t into his long, drawn-out conversations, only there to get fucked and dip as fast as possible. Or perhaps it’s a girlfriend, and he enjoys gagging her. Your mind has had plenty of time to run wild with theories, seeing as he moved about a month ago, starting your own personal version of hell on his very first day.
You complained to your landlord three times now. On the first time, you were dismissed as being too sensitive to noise. Maybe invest in some earplugs, she suggested. The second time, after explaining through gritted teeth that perhaps the entire building could also hear him and it would be wise to give him a warning, she assured you that only your apartment had such complaints — after all, it was only the two of you on that floor. And, on your last attempt before you ultimately gave up, your landlord all but berated you for meddling in your neighbor’s business. She argued he was inside his apartment and could do whatever he desired.
And so, you accepted your fate.
As you walk out of the shower, your bliss at the realization that tonight is a Friday dissipates as soon as it dawns on you that you are in for three days in a row of your neighbor and his antics. You groan, reluctantly making your way toward your bedroom, your body aching after sitting at your desk at work all day. So sleeping on the couch was not an option; your limbs only ached even more the day after you did that to try and escape the raucous noise.
Like clockwork, at exactly ten p.m., his loud voice fills the small space of your bedroom.
“I’m actually going out tonight again, so we have to be quick,” he explains. “But you like it when I’m quick, don’t you? Like when I make you cum so fast you barely have time to understand what’s happening.”
You grimace at his words, burying yourself under your blankets. God.
“I’m going clubbing with a couple of friends,” He continues. “Hopefully, I’ll find a nice girl to take home, hm?”
Crossing out the word Girlfriend on your mental notes, you scoff. What a gentleman he is, letting his hook-up know he’ll have to fuck her fast so he can leave to meet another woman to take home.
“Maybe I’ll record a video for you if she lets me. Would you like that, seeing me fuck another woman? I bet you would.”
What the fuck. The word Girlfriend is added back to your list. Maybe the girl is into that shit, and you’re not one to kink shame so long as everything’s consensual. But you surely didn’t consent to knowing that information.
Soon enough, his voice drops to a sultry tone, and incessant hums spill from his lips. And the worst part of your night begins.
You hate to admit it — seeing as the guy makes you lose sleep and disturbs your peace since he’s graced the building with his presence — but his dirty talk, when coupled with his groans, becomes far less unpleasant and much more enticing. Every night, you struggle for an hour with the uncomfortable feeling of arousal between your legs, the way he alternates between praises and vulgar words causing a twinge inside of you. But you never dare to masturbate to the sound of his voice — that would be going too far. Or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you follow your rule of waiting for him to finish whatever it is that he’s doing to then finally touch yourself. As you tightly shut your eyes, you focus on your upcoming work assignments, desperately trying to drown out the sound of his voice. Maybe boring yourself to sleep is your only escape.
“Oh, I know how wet you are just watching me — fuck,” he groans, a breathy scoff leaving his lips. “Don’t even gotta tell me. Just touch yourself, it’s okay.”
Your eyes shoot open as it feels as if he’s fucking talking to you. You shake your head, the awful feeling of embarrassment engulfing you in the privacy of your own bedroom.
“I know you want to,” His voice is unrelenting, reverberating through your dark room, punctuated by heavy sighs. “Do it for me, will you? Touch your pretty cunt for me.”
You feel your clit begin to pulse, and a loud groan escapes from your lips. So loud, in fact, you wonder if he heard you through the thin walls as well.
Fuck it, you tell yourself inwardly, it’s not like the guy will ever know what you’re doing.
The sound of his voice was as silky and dark as velvet, covering you wholly and clouding your judgment with each word. You allow your hand to slip underneath your sleep shorts, gasping as you find the fabric of your panties already soaking simply from hearing his words — almost begging, guiding you to let go of your reservations and touch yourself.
“Just like that. D’you like the sound of my voice?” He asked, voice breathless, a deep groan echoing through the walls. “Like hearing me moan for you? Bet you’d like it even more if I was fucking you.”
Your fingers delicately flick back and forth, teasing your clit, your mind now shamelessly imagining his fingertips, his tongue, his cock, anything he was willing to give you. You’re quick to lose yourself in this imagination, despite not knowing what the man looked like — you soon realize that wasn’t at all important, a dark shadowy figure hovering over you proving to be more than enough for you as you felt a rush of wetness pooling between your thighs when your neighbor let out a louder, guttural noise.
“Fuck, I’d love to be stretching that pussy out,” He chokes out, and you bite your bottom lip to keep from making any noise. You’re now hyper-aware that if you can hear him this loudly, he’d be able to hear you with the same amount of clarity.
Your embarrassment only goes so far, though, as you slip a finger into your cunt, your breath hitching and your eyes fluttering closed to better conjure up the fantasy your mind had been creating. You imagine his long fingers inside you in place of your own, the words he spilled almost nonchalantly being whispered directly into your ears. One finger soon turned into two, then three, the heel of your palm rubbing against your clit as you tilt your hips up. You throw away your last drop of inhibition as you indulge in vivid thoughts, imagining the shape and size of his cock and, most importantly, how it would feel as it filled you up. Your neighbor’s words almost faded into white noise, his grunting the only coherent sound in your ears.
Would he take his time with you, like he always did whenever you heard him? Teasing you for hours as he candidly talked about nothing in particular, rendering you unable to do anything but beg for him? Or would he be hasty, like tonight, his cock abruptly stretching you to the brim, making you feel every inch of his thick length? Would he rather finish on your breasts, your stomach, or maybe your face, taking a picture to keep as a souvenir he could show off to whoever he was with during these nights?
“Come with me,” His voice suddenly became clear once more, deep and hoarse as you imagine his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “Think about how good it’d feel to have me come inside you, stuffing that little cunt while you milk me dry.”
You purse your lips as you feel your release approaching, coaxed purely by his words. The mental image of this stranger painting your insides with his release, all the while his intoxicating voice told you how good you were, how warm and tight you felt enough to have waves of pleasure wash over you, body tensing up as your orgasm surges through you.
As you slowly come down from your high, you feel your consciousness come back to you. Your fingers leave your core as if you were just burned by fire, which is fitting as a feeling of burning embarrassment wraps around you tightly like a vice.
But the worst part is that the shame quickly ebbs away as you hear your neighbor’s chuckle, the laugh of a stranger you had come to almost memorize.
“You know I’m always glad to make you come. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And with that, everything around you falls into a quiet stillness. You faintly hear as he shuts his front door, presumably leaving for that club he had mentioned, and you’re left to lie with your regrets.
This has just crossed a line, and although you couldn’t bring yourself to feel all that guilty, you still knew it was wrong. You had no choice but to confront the cause of your troubles yourself.
Unfortunately, that cause was a person you had just shamelessly fantasized about as you fingered yourself.
The next afternoon, you stand at your neighbor’s door, hesitant to knock. Since he mentioned going clubbing last night, you knew coming by in the morning would be futile, but you also know — sadly, all too well — that Saturday nights are when he’s the loudest, and he only stops well past midnight. You settled for the afternoon, preparing lunch as you rehearsed your words in your head instead of enjoying your weekend.
You knock twice, and that familiar voice soon rings through the door, asking for a moment. A minute later, your neighbor is standing in front of you, holding the door open with sleepy eyes that focus on you. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but surely not a tired-looking tall man with messy black hair wearing a pout on his lips, as if you just rudely disturbed him from his sleep (how ironic). From what you heard during the last month, you were ready to have to face a shirtless fuckboy, a permanent smirk etched onto his lips as he eyed you indifferently. Instead, you’re greeted by soft cheeks and half-closed eyes.
“Yeah?” Your neighbor croaks out, face still heavy with sleep.
You clear your throat, returning to the matter at hand. “I’m your next-door neighbor, I—”
“Nice to meet you, neighbor,” he says before you can even finish your rehearsed opening sentence, his lips curling into a small smile. You fight back the urge to roll your eyes. Somehow, him being so soft is making you hate him even more.
“I wish I could say the same,” you mutter, “Y’know, you’ve been making my life a living hell since you moved in.”
He doesn’t answer, instead running a hand through his hair, the strands falling into place and away from his face. After a small nod, he opens the door all the way.
“Come on in,” he says, promptly walking inside and leaving you standing in the hallway all alone. You have no choice but to follow after him.
He snatches his cup of coffee from the counter, letting out a tired sigh as he collapses onto the couch and takes a big sip. You sit next to him and watch as he swallows slowly, humming contently, and only then speaking again.
“Why is that?”
You hold back another eye roll. “Well, you’re quite noisy at night,” you hesitantly begin, only now grasping just how awkward explaining this situation will be. “On Fridays and on the weekends, you’re… loud.”
And in an instant, you witness a complete shift in his entire demeanor right before your eyes. Like he’s possessed by something, his once sleepy eyes now bore into you with an intense gaze, and his lips curl into the smug grin you were expecting from the start.
“So you can hear me?” He asks as if you hadn’t just told him exactly that. You feel small under the weight of his darkened eyes, but you shrug, doing your best at feigning confidence.
“It’s pretty hard not to hear you,” you answer simply. “We share a wall, in case you didn’t know. I can hear everything you do in your bedroom.”
He raises a brow at your words as if they piqued his interest. But he doesn’t verbalize it; instead, he speaks in that same nonchalant tone you’re used to hearing through your bedroom wall, “You never told me your name. A bit rude, don’t you think?” He offers you his hand. “I’m Hyunjin.”
You scoff but shake his hand regardless, telling him your name with a sigh.
“You know what I think is rude?” You offer him a forced smile. “Keeping your next-door neighbor up all night with how fucking loud you are.”
Hyunjin doesn’t answer. His gaze traces a path from your eyes to your lips before lingering on your thighs. You instinctively cross your legs, fingers smoothing down the fabric of your shorts. Locking his gaze with yours once more after a few seconds, he cocks his head to the side.
“So I’ve been keeping you up all night?” He muses, and you feel a warmth spread across your cheeks at the rough rasp in his voice.
It’s almost as if he knows what you did last night and is teasing you.
Although you know that’s impossible, your words still get choked up. Hyunjin was undeniably attractive — whether it was looking as soft as he did while answering the door or as if he could devour you with his gaze alone as he does now. You couldn’t be blamed for feeling flustered, especially after everything you heard this man saying and doing.
“Well,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. Showing your outrage at this entire situation is your best bet, so you allow for the anger you felt during all those sleepless nights to seep through your veins. “It’s kinda hard to sleep when you’re moaning like a porn star.”
But Hyunjin fully chuckles at that. “So I sound like a porn star?” He nods with an amused hum. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”
You let out a heavy sigh. Never mind anything you had thought upon seeing him open that door; Hyunjin is everything you thought he would be.
“Look, I didn’t come here to stroke your ego. You’re clearly doing just fine in that regard,” you grumble, and he scoffs beside you, leaning back on the couch with a smug expression you want to slap away from his pretty face. “I came here to ask if you could move whatever it is that you do to the living room, or maybe keep it down. I’m sure that’s not too much to ask.”
Hyunjin clicks his tongue almost mockingly. “Oh, but it is too much to ask. I can’t really do any of those things. Sorry,” he shrugs, “The building has thin walls. You’re just gonna have to get used to it, I’m afraid.”
You stagger at his words, his lack of common sense seemingly higher than you initially gave him credit for. You’re unsure whether to laugh in sheer disbelief or cuss him out as anger slowly bubbles up inside your chest. How unfairly attractive he looks at the moment isn’t helping your case — he spreads his legs further as he shifts on the couch, bringing his mug up to his full lips and watching you almost uninterestedly with half-lidded eyes.
Fuck this guy.
“What is it you do that’s so important that you can’t at least keep it down? Can’t your girlfriend get off without your obnoxious dirty talk? Is that it?”
Hyunjin shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Your dates, then. I honestly don’t care.” You roll your eyes, which elicits a small laugh from him. You have never wanted to punch someone so badly, all while also wanting them to rearrange your guts. “Whoever it is, whatever it is that you do, can’t we compromise and you be quiet, at least on Fridays? I get home from work exhausted and have to put up with your shit when all I wanna do is sleep.”
“Ah, but Fridays are the most important nights for me,” Hyunjin tells you with a condescending lilt in his voice. “That’s also not possible, I’m so sorry.”
“I see.” You suck in a deep breath, your eyes narrowing and hands curling into fists on your lap. “Then would it be possible for you to move your… activities to the living room?”
Hyunjin contorts his face, shaking his head while that grin is still etched onto his lips. “Yeah, no, that’s also not possible.”
“You’re extremely inflexible, do you know that?” You blurt out, “I’m not asking that you move out, I’m simply asking that you fuck whoever it is that you fuck every weekend somewhere else.”
His piercing gaze lingers on you briefly, as if he’s carefully considering his next words. Sighing, he sets his mug on the end table and sits up straight.
“Let’s make a deal,” he proposes, carelessly ripping a piece of paper from the open sketchbook that lay on the coffee table and jotting something down. “Tonight, you wait for me to start my activities,” he says with a poorly concealed chuckle. “And then you go on this website. Maybe it’ll clear up some things inside your pretty little head. Can you do that for me?”
He hands you the note, eyes darting down to your lips once more before meeting your gaze. The tone of his voice is the same that echoes through your bedroom during those nights — exactly like the one that coaxed an orgasm out of you just last night, and you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.
You need to get out of here.
With a small nod, you swiftly stand back on your feet and walk toward the door of his apartment that was left wide open. You quietly mutter a goodbye as Hyunjin says something about it being a pleasure meeting you, all while amusedly staring at you.
It’s only as you close your front door behind you that you look down at the piece of paper that you subconsciously crumpled up. Scrawled in a messy handwriting is simply a website address:
fivestarcam.com
You furrow your brows, walking toward your bedroom as you rack your brain for how a website could possibly give you answers. It dawns on you, then — all the trouble you went through, and yet, no solution to your problem.
Ultimately, you decide you’ve already wasted too much of your patience on this man today, throwing the piece of paper on your bedside table and going about your day, enjoying the tranquility of your apartment while you can.
Night comes too fast, the sun setting outside unbeknownst to you as you lie on the couch for nearly three hours, your focus solely on the plot of the movie playing on your phone. Soon enough, ten p.m. rolls around, and you drag your tired body toward your bathroom. You take a shower with no rush, knowing full well that by the time you walk into your bedroom, Hyunjin’s activities will already have started.
Sure enough, you’re greeted by a drawled-out groan as soon as you enter your room. With a heavy sigh, you throw yourself onto your bed. Your bedroom had always been comforting, your bed almost like a safe haven from all the stress life threw your way. Yet now it’s simply the place where you lie awake for hours, simultaneously vexed and uncomfortably turned on.
You lie still for a while, Hyunjin’s vulgar chatter like the background music to your spacing out, until you remember the piece of paper he gave you earlier. How would a website clear up any of your confusion? And, more importantly, why should you even care enough to find out? From the little interaction you had with the man, you know for a fact Hyunjin will remain unchanging in his obnoxious ways.
However, you’ve always been too curious for your own good, and the mere prospect of understanding this annoyingly enigmatic man even a tiny bit has you hurriedly picking your laptop off the floor and typing out the website address on your browser. Curiosity killed the cat.
The first thing that greets you is a message asking that you verify being over the age of eighteen. All you have to do is click a button, which seems counterintuitive, but you have little time to worry about that when your screen is filled with preview thumbnails of several live broadcasts.
You’ve heard of camming websites before, of course, but you didn’t know they were still a thing nowadays, what with the rise of Only Fans and other more independent ways to go about making money like this.
Your eyes scan the page with agape lips. Men and women — some in their underwear and some already naked, some showing their faces and some wearing masks. And then, your eyes land on a particular thumbnail. At the Top Cammers of The Month section, on the number one spot, is a fully clothed man with familiar long black hair. Only the bottom of his face can be seen due to his camera angle, but that is more than enough as your gaze fixes on his full lips.
That’s undeniably Hyunjin. Your neighbor, Hyunjin.
Before you can make sense of your actions, your fingers are already hovering above the touchpad as you watch the thumbnail image change into a new one. Curiosity is eating away at you, and you can’t deny that your nosy mind is eager to finally see Hyunjin rather than only hear him.
Ultimately, you decide this is ridiculous.
But your twitching fingers brush against the touchpad just as you move to close your laptop, promptly clicking the live video, your screen now filled with the image of Hyunjin in his bedroom. He’s shirtless now, palming himself through his sweatpants — the same ones he wore this afternoon.
“You wanna know how clubbing went last night?” He says with a grin, and you now understand his incessant talking is merely him answering comments from his viewers. Various different names fly through the right side of your screen, some with tips attached to their comments and some simply drooling over Hyunjin as he essentially sits in front of the camera doing nothing.
A cocky smile is spread on his lips once you shift your attention back to him.
“I guess you’re good at following orders,” he chuckles. You then realize your laptop’s volume is on high, and the speaker’s noise permeates through your wall and into Hyunjin’s bedroom. Your eyes shoot open, and you scramble to find your earphones in your bed.
You’re gnawing on your bottom lip as you plug them in, suddenly too aware of the fact that he can hear you just as well as you can hear him. Hyunjin’s smile shifts into a small laugh, his hand wrapping around his length through his sweatpants, the firm outline of his cock straining against the fabric. You feel a tingling sensation spread through your body, your inner muscles clenching as you watch the way his hand squeezes along the thick outline, the muscles of his stomach contracting as he lets out a broken sigh.
This feels wrong, as if you’re nothing more than a pervert watching Hyunjin for your own pleasure. But then again, it was he who gave you the website address in the first place. Why else would he have done that if not for you to watch him?
“I have a special someone watching tonight,” he murmurs, and you can just imagine his gaze right now — his eyes hooded and piercing, locked onto the camera with the same intensity as when he looked at you earlier today.
Hyunjin’s hand reaches inside his sweatpants, withdrawing his cock from the constraints of the dark fabric before you can make sense of what’s happening. Your gaze remains fixed, unable to look away from the red, swollen head that stands out against his pale skin. With lazy movements, he begins stroking himself, the precum dripping from the tip easing the glide of his hand. You bite the inside of your cheek as more arousal leaks from you, gathering in your panties.
“Hope she likes watching just as much as she liked listening to me last night,” Hyunjin rasps out, and you immediately close your laptop, throwing it to the side before burying your face in your pillow.
He knows you got off to his voice. He has to know.
And, unfortunately, your brain is currently too clouded by lust to function properly, and the only logical solution you can come up with is to go knocking at his door tomorrow.
You stand in front of Hyunjin’s door at the same time as yesterday, a strange blend of anger and curiosity making you knock frantically until he answers with that annoyingly alluring smirk on his lips.
“Did you enjoy the show last night?” Hyunjin asks before you can even utter a word, his voice filled with a goading tone.
You push past him, walking into his apartment with a scowl. “Why did you send me that?”
He only shrugs, closing the door behind him before stretching his arms above his head with a sigh. “Needed you to understand why I can’t just stop doing what I do. It’s my job,” he reasons, “I figured showing you was more effective than telling you.”
A scoff involuntarily falls from your lips, and you fight back the urge to roll your eyes. “So you just sent me to a website full of porn without even asking me if that was okay? I don’t care if that’s your fucking job, I never asked you—”
“Did you stay till the end?” He asks, a lazy grin on his lips as his gaze wanders across your face. Clearly, he’d completely ignored every word that came out of your mouth.
“Hyunjin, are you even listening to me?”
“I was thinking about you, y’know?” He continues, taking a step toward you. “Was really easy to come when I knew you were watching me.” He cages your body against the door with his, both hands resting beside your head. His dark gaze locks onto you, causing your breath to hitch. “All I could think about was how you were secretly listening to me all this time. Such a dirty girl.”
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. You want to tell him you weren’t secretly listening to him; you were merely thrown into this situation against your will. But his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips, lingering before roaming over the swell of your breasts, causing your thoughts to blur and your words to die in your throat.
“Kept thinking about how I never heard you,” he says, almost as if he’s wondering aloud. “When was the last time someone fucked you properly?”
His gaze finally travels back up to yours, and the fog of desire clouding his eyes is unmistakable. The moment you knocked on his door, you knew this would happen. You weren’t naïve, and Hyunjin wasn’t stupid; the moment you pushed past him and into his apartment, you both knew where this was going.
“Don’t have time to go on dates,” you murmur as Hyunjin leans down, humming low on his throat.
“Well,” he whispers, the warmth of his breath tickling your face. “You got to listen to me, got to watch me… Don’t you wanna know what it feels like?”
You can only nod, and Hyunjin immediately presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He wedges his knee firmly between your thighs, as if he’s silently demanding that you give in to him. Little does he know you’re already way past that point.
Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin studies your features for a beat, the pad of his thumb gliding across your bottom lip as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
“You really want this?” He asks, and you can’t help but feel he does it simply for the pleasure of hearing you beg.
But you happily comply either way.
“Please,” you breathe out, and Hyunjin chuckles, firmly pressing his thumb into your mouth and watching as you wrap your lips around it with a contented hum. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
Hyunjin pushes his thigh against your core, the seam of your shorts creating a delicious friction against your clit. You can feel the warmth of his body as he presses up against you, and a sigh falls from your lips, your hands gliding up around his shoulders. You have no reservations left in your body; the only thing replaying inside your mind at the moment is the image of Hyunjin’s cock on your laptop. He was right. You were dying to know what it would feel like.
His strong hands firmly gripped onto your hips, guiding you to move against his thigh, each back-and-forth motion increasing the pressure on your aching clit. It felt too much, yet not enough at the same time. But just as you’re about to plead for more, Hyunjin’s pressing his lips to yours again and swallowing down your voice. His tongue slides against yours, the taste of coffee and smoke lingering in your mouth as he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling gently before letting go.
You feel your mind go fully hazy as Hyunjin lifts his thigh, bringing you up to your tiptoes, his muscles flexing and prompting you to roll your hips faster, harder.
“Who would’ve thought, huh? Just minutes ago you were acting like I was the worst person alive,” He lets out a low chuckle, amused, and your grip on his neck tightens as you feel the familiar vexation he brings out of you bubble up inside your chest. “Now you’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”
“Shut up,” you choke out, your brain too lust-hazed to conjure up a better response. You don’t particularly care what he thinks of you so long as he keeps his bruising grip on your skin, guiding you to roll your hips against him.
Hyunjin trails kisses down the skin of your neck, settling at the dip of your collarbone and sucking on the skin while you eagerly quicken your speed. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin, undoubtedly marking you, while his thigh begins to bounce against your cunt, and you can feel the familiar aching warmth of your orgasm beginning to tighten in your stomach. But just as you’re about to be hit by the release you’re so desperate for, Hyunjin’s hands leave your hips and slide down to your ass, any stimulation you had before coming to a halt as he picks you up and makes his way to the living room.
“What the fuck?” You all but yell, earning you a hearty laugh from Hyunjin. “I was close, you asshole.”
He roughly throws you onto the couch, a condescending pout etched onto his lips.
“But that’s no fun for me, is it, baby?” He hovers over you, spreading your thighs apart and slotting himself between them. In stark contrast to his words, he gently lifts your shirt over your head, feather-light touch sending shivers down your spine. “Greedy girls don’t get to come.”
You feel your insides clenching at his words, and although you despise the effect he has on you, you’re already here, laid out before him, so you might as well indulge him. You gently push Hyunjin back until he sinks into the sofa, legs lazily spread apart and half-lidded eyes fixated on you. As soon as you clutch at his shirt, he promptly tugs it over his head in one fluid motion, and you attach your lips to the bare skin of his stomach, trailing kisses down the expanse of his torso.
You waste no time tugging his sweatpants down and out of your way, his cock now hanging heavily before you, just as pretty as it had seemed on that little screen. Hyunjin’s hand soon wraps around himself, stroking lazily while you watch the precum dribble from his tip. Tentatively, you grab the base of his cock, bringing your tongue to the head and tantalizingly lapping at it. Hyunjin lets out a quiet gasp, his own hand leaving his length and tangling in your hair, guiding you forward toward his cock. You part your lips and suck the head into your waiting mouth, hands now stroking his length at a slow pace while you lick up his slit, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. You hold back a chuckle when you feel him twitch under your touch, a soft whimper falling from his throat.
Hyunjin’s hips buck up into your lips, and you promptly open your jaw wider and slide his whole length down your throat slowly. You weren’t lying when you said you had no time for dates, which is why you find yourself struggling a bit. It truly had been a while since you had a proper fuck, but you would never give Hyunjin the pleasure of hearing you admit it. Breathing through your nose, you’re finally able to move up and down his cock, swallowing all of him. Your eyes well up as his fingers tug harshly at your hair, shoving your mouth back down the entirety of his thick length. A choked-out whimper falls from your throat, and you instinctively move your gaze toward his.
“God,” he rasps out, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip and eyebrows knitting together. “You take me so well.”
You promptly remove your lips from him with a loud pop, precum and saliva dribbling down your chin as you struggle to suppress a laugh at the utter indignation on his face.
“I doubt you could fuck me if I let you come,” you shrug, and Hyunjin’s expression softens, a scoff falling from his lips.
Before you can say anything else, he’s already pushed you back onto the couch, easily flipping you over so your face is pressed into the cushion. He snakes a hand under your stomach and lifts your hips, quickly working to rid you of your shorts before pressing his cock against your clothed ass.
He leans down, lips pressed against your ear — much like it was in your fantasy back in your bedroom — and whispers, “You need me that badly? I can feel how soaked you are, and all you did was hump my leg.”
You grumble under your breath, but it goes ignored by Hyunjin as he grips your hips and slides his cock under the fabric of your panties, stroking himself along your soaking slit with a low groan. You can feel your underwear gradually dampen more as his precum mixes with your own arousal, the sheer cloth clinging to his cock with each thrust.
Hyunjin’s hand splayed across your lower back, causing you to arch your body and press your hips back instinctively. He chuckles, hand coming down onto the supper flesh of your ass with no warning, a sharp whimper falling from your lips.
“I told you greedy girls don’t get to come,” He reiterates, clicking his tongue and grabbing a large handful of your ass before tugging your panties down your legs. You quietly hoped the trees outside obscured enough of his window, otherwise you’d be in for some interesting elevator rides with your other neighbors. With a hiss, Hyunjin’s thumb presses against your clit before gliding along your wet folds. “Soaking wet,” he mutters, eyes glazed over while he watches your slick coat his finger.
You simply hum, not wanting to stroke his ego any more than you already had by begging him earlier. But you’re unable to contain the gasp that leaves your lips as he pushes his hips forward, the swollen tip of his cock gliding against your warm core once, twice, all while Hyunjin’s hands travel across your ass and thighs. You’re sure he’ll tease you until you give in and beg, but it seems his facade is quick to crumble. He impatiently wraps a hand around his length, finally guiding himself toward your entrance, seamlessly gliding into you with a heavy sigh.
He stills for a second, gaze transfixed by the way your cunt stretches around his thick cock. Until he suddenly pulls out of you before snapping his hips forward again, then again, until he sets a rhythm of deep, fast strokes that have you rocking back and forth on the couch. Pulling yourself up to rest on your forearms, you choke out a loud moan, Hyunjin’s cock twitching inside you at the sound.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans, strong arms encircling your body once more, this time pulling you close to him until your back presses against his chest. Hyunjin’s thrusts grew more forceful, the sound of skin slapping together echoing through his small living room as he relentlessly pumped himself into you. His hand wraps in your hair, yanking your head back and humming against your ear, “Go on, you can moan for me,” he hisses, “I know how good it feels.”
Fuck. His ego is surely something you would never get used to.
But you let go, freely groaning at the feeling of his cock pistoning into you. You can feel the curve of his grin against your cheek.
“Like that, I know how much you like it,” he rasps out, “Just as much as you liked touching yourself to my voice like a little slut.”
“Fuck off, you—” you huff, your words cut off by a drawn-out mewl as Hyunjin’s fingers firmly pressed down on your clit, flattening the swollen bud. You couldn’t control yourself after that, desperate whimpers and choked-out moans falling from your lips with each harsh thrust of his hips.
Your sounds seem to stir something inside of him, and his movements grow more erratic, his fingers circling your clit hastily. A crescendo of arousal and pleasure envelops you as more curses tumble from Hyunjin’s lips against your ear, his hand gripping your cheek and pulling you into a messy kiss.
You clench around him, body shaking with the force of your climax as you seek Hyunjin’s arm wrapped around your body for purchase. He continues pounding into you, and you feel yourself squirm, your vision going blurry from the stimulation.
“Gonna come,” he hisses against your lips, “Where do you want it?”
And you’re too far gone at this point, whimpering, “Anywhere you want.”
Hyunjin curses under his breath, pulling out while his hand finds your lower back once more, pushing you onto the couch before flipping your pliant body over so you’re facing him. You watch with hazy eyes as he strokes himself feverishly over your body, his cum soon shooting onto your breasts.
His unreadable gaze lingers on you for a beat and a half before he nonchalantly tucks himself back into his sweatpants and heads toward the hallway. You sit up on the couch, limbs aching, and chuckle to yourself. This was not your proudest moment, but you surely didn’t regret it.
You don’t expect aftercare from someone like him, so you resign yourself to searching for your discarded shirt. But Hyunjin’s tall frame appears before you, towel in hand before you can even stand up. His touch is gentle as he cleans your chest, and although the gesture is somewhat sweet, it feels extremely awkward.
“Really liked fucking you,” he tells you with a grin, “But you gotta leave now. I’m going live later, and I also gotta go to the club tonight, so I have to rest. But it was fun.”
And you simply scoff at his words, rising to your feet to dress yourself as quickly as possible. It was a bit baffling how he could fuck you the way he did, then tell you he’s off to pick up more girls at a club immediately after. But what did you expect? Hyunjin’s ego and arrogance were clear to you from day one.
“Why the fuck do you go clubbing so much, anyway?” You question as you head toward the front door, and Hyunjin chuckles behind you. “Is that your hunting ground or something?”
“You could say that,” he simply says.
As you unlock his door and step out into the hallway, Hyunjin’s voice calls out to you. Turning to look at him, you’re met with that familiar smirk adorning his lips.
“We can do this again anytime you want,” he assures, and the mere thought of letting him touch you again makes you roll your eyes in disdain.
“Yeah right.”
If only you knew then just how awfully torturous it would be to listen to him, knowing what he was doing — most importantly, knowing what it felt like to have him.
Lust completely clouds your judgment when it comes to Hyunjin, and you soon find yourself coming back to his apartment until it becomes an annoyingly pleasurable habit.
Every day, when he hears you get home from work, your phone buzzes with a text asking that you come over and help him ‘warm up for his job.’ The nights of suffering in your bedroom have transformed into watching him from the corner of his room, enthralled with the way he can make himself come on camera so eagerly and later fuck you with just as much vigor.
It’s a nice arrangement, but definitely not one you see yourself in for the long run. Hyunjin might kiss you and hold you close as he fucks you, but you’re not foolish enough to anchor your feelings to someone like him. It’s not his job that’s the problem, but mostly his attitude toward life. He belongs to nobody, while you yearn to belong to someone. Routine is the last thing on his mind, while you revel in its comfort. You could never be with someone like him.
But it is a nice arrangement.
So you find yourself back in his bed again today, his heavy cock in your mouth as he tugs harshly on your hair, painting the back of your throat with his cum. Except this time, he doesn’t immediately ask you to leave.
“What?” You ask, “Don’t you have to go clubbing or something?”
“It’s my day off,” he shrugs, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close and falls back into bed. You furrow your brows, detangling yourself from him.
“Day off? From what, picking up girls?”
Hyunjin chuckles, eyes sleepy. “I work at the club,” he simply says. “I’m a host, I just act like I go clubbing when I talk about it during my lives ‘cause my viewers can be a bit stalkery.”
“What?”
“Have you heard of The Siren?” He asks, and you hum, recalling a faint memory of some of your co-workers mentioning the club in passing. “That’s where I work.”
You nod slowly, still confused. “What exactly does a host do?”
“Well, basically, I get to make money just by making lonely women feel wanted.”
You can’t help but scoff at his crude description. “And do you fuck them?”
“Well, yeah,” he answers like it’s obvious. “It’s part of the job.”
“Fucking hell,” You let out a hearty laugh, to which Hyunjin shoots you a questioning look. “Your sex drive really should be studied.”
His lips upturn into a smirk, and his arms reach for you again, beckoning you back into his embrace. “No need to be jealous, baby. I only fuck them if they’re willing to pay, and I’m expensive.”
You roll your eyes, allowing him to pull you into his chest. He threads his fingers through your hair, and you can’t help but feel… awkward.
“You’re kind of an asshole, Hyunjin.”
He hums. “Sure, but you still let me fuck you.”
You two stay that way for a while, his fingers massaging your scalp as he presses a kiss to your head now and then. It feels disorienting, like a sudden shift from everything Hyunjin had been until now. He was never caring or sweet, he never kissed you if you weren’t fucking, and he surely never cuddled you. Your face involuntarily contorts into a grimace.
You detach yourself from him, getting up from the bed and telling him you’ll see him later. But Hyunjin is grabbing at your arm with a smile.
“Come on, don’t be sad,” he giggles as you try to free yourself from his grip. “I’m really not the type of guy you should have fallen for, anyway.”
You still at his words, face contorting into pure befuddlement. “Fallen for? Who the fuck says I’ve fallen for you?”
And Hyunjin simply scoffs, letting go of your arm as his smile shifts into his characteristic grin. “Well, there’s a reason I’m number one among the hosts at The Siren.”
“Hyunjin, those girls aren’t exactly after you for your personality,” you deadpan. “You’re really nothing worth falling for.”
His grin slowly fades, and it’s his turn to have confusion take hold in his eyes. “What?”
You can tell he wasn’t expecting this. Almost as if he was expecting you to have truly fallen for him simply because he… is him. And you can’t help but chuckle at the situation.
“Hyunjin,” you call out to him sweetly, and his gaze is back on you immediately. “You’re a nice fuck, but that’s really it. Don’t worry about me falling for you.”
You can swear you see a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but it’s likely only your imagination. He opens his lips to speak but promptly closes them again. He simply stares up at you from where he’s sat on the bed and almost looks sweet. If you didn’t know him, you would undoubtedly be charmed by this convincing facade. You have to give it to him; you do understand why he’s number one at his job.
“But…” He trails off, shaking his head. “But I’ll see you again tomorrow, right?”
“Sure,” you shrug. “We can keep fucking until I find something better.”
You run your fingers through his long hair and make your way to the door, leaving him with an expression frozen in bewilderment.
Hyunjin might kiss you and hold you close as he fucks you, but he’ll never be yours.
But that’s not a problem, as you surely will never be his as well.
THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 3 THIRD TIME’S A CHARM
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“So, what does this mean for our contract?”
“It keeps going,” you answer.
He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, handjob ], jealousy and slight hints of cheating [ depends on how you view it ]
[ words ]: 6.8K
[ note ]: thank you so much again for the endless support. I still can’t believe it but you guys are seriously the best. It means the world that you like my silly little series so far! Please share your thoughts with me at the end of the chapter by reblogging, commenting or sending an ask/DM! 🩷
The sunbeams hit your skin, waking you up from a night full of beautiful dreams once again. Right. Hyunjin is back. Finally. And you can’t grasp that the first thing he did when he saw you yesterday was to immediately ask you out on a date. It seems as if he’s been waiting for this moment for six months too. You can’t believe it. After all, it feels as if he’s absolutely serious about you, right?
All your wishes will finally come true. You’re gonna be the one on Hyunjin’s side, hopefully his official girlfriend pretty soon. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
So, why do you feel hesitant about it?
A weird feeling is running through your stomach, almost as if you have second guesses about this whole thing. But when you take a shower to get ready for the day, you decide to just blame it on nervousness. It’s been six months since you’ve been waiting for this moment—or if you’re a bit more honest way longer than that—so it’s normal to feel like this, right? At the back of your head there’s another thought tickling you, begging to be let free but you don’t allow it. You are more than sure your confusion is absolutely caused by the seriousness of the situation and not the fact that you came around your enemy’s fingers last evening. For sure.
After you put yourself into fresh clothes and do your hair, you swing your bag over your shoulder and a last glance at the time tells you you are definitely running pretty late again. Fuck. Of course, yesterday you arrived at campus a little earlier but you have already guessed that this enthusiastic energy would only last for one whole day until it vanishes into ashes. You rush to campus, squeezing yourself into the next overcrowded subway vehicle until you reach your station and run to the building where your first lecture is.
You throw your bag on the floor, before you grab your iPad and a half empty water bottle. The professor has already started with his lecture and you’re still here, trying to rearrange your thoughts and calm down your breathing from sprinting to the hall. When you unlock the device in front of you, your heart almost stops beating. Why is that stupid file with the contract of Minho and you still opened? You immediately close it and switch to the one in which you take notes for your classes, not really having a system here so far but you will figure it out.
“Can I sit here?”
Your head snaps towards the source of the voice, finding a woman dressed in an elegant spring dress combined with stilettos and a butterfly claw holding her shiny smooth hair together.
“Yeah! Sure, Areum. Sit down,” you tell her and scoot a little although the space next to you is still completely empty.
“I feel so bad about being late today,” she confesses while placing her study material on the small table in front of her. Everything matches, every item she owns has the same beige shade with golden accents. She starts writing down what the professor is currently talking about, paying full attention to his words.
“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her, “I wasn’t here on time either. To be honest, I am mostly late to all my appointments.”
She gives you a small smile, “Yeah. I get you. I wanna be here on time like a good student to all my classes, but then again there was so much going on at the animal shelter I helped out this morning that I wasn’t able to leave to arrive here on time.”
Animal shelter? You’re getting more and more convinced that Areum is secretly a Disney princess. You also wonder if this is where Minho and her met each other. After all, you know that he sometimes helps out at one of the shelters in the city too.
Time passes by and soon the lecture ends. You throw all your stuff back into your bag, before Areum and you stand up and leave your aisle. You can’t get over the fact how kind she is. During the whole lecture, she explained things to you which you didn’t understand and even offered to send you her notes. This can’t have something to do with Minho, right? She hasn’t known you up until yesterday and you highly doubt that Minho has ever mentioned more than just your name and perhaps some mean details.
You’re on your way to your next class, remembering you still have to look for a book in the library which makes you enter a state of hurry now.
“Y/N, what I wanted to ask–“
“I’m so sorry but I’m in a rush Areum. Can it perhaps wait?”
She sends you another one of those soft smiles that reaches her big round eyes, “Yes! Of course, I’ll see you in class tomorrow, right? Maybe we can exchange phone numbers? So, I can send you my notes from today’s lecture.”
You hastily nod, reaching for your phone and opening your contact before you tap on the little ‘+’ symbol and it creates a new contact. Areum reaches for the device, her soft hands grazing over your own for less than half a second and she quickly types in her information.
“I sent you a text, so you have my number too,” you let her know and a bit later you say goodbye and cross paths.
You rush to the library, searching for the book you need for the next lesson. Once you arrive at the aisle where it’s supposed to be, you realise the spot is empty. Your hands start hovering over the other books you find there, reading the titles and signatures but finding nothing that might come close.
“Searching for something?”
You turn around, seeing Minho with that exact book inside his hand and you don’t even question why the hell he’s holding it in the first place.
“Hey. Yes, I need this one for my class,” you explain. You take a step forward and reach for the admired object, your fingers getting close to the paper until he pulls away and a mischievous smile finds his face.
“You didn’t text me,” he says with a strict voice, his face immediately turning expressionless again as ever. If he’s angry at you he’s doing a great job at hiding and covering it with his obligatory neutrality.
Your breath hitches when you realise what he’s talking about. You were supposed to tell him that you made it back home safely. Fuck. You’ve always been rather forgetful but this is something you should keep in mind. You wonder now if Minho got worried at the lack of response from your side and for some reason it lets butterflies erupt in your stomach. Get it together. Every half-decent man would be worried if they had to send a woman home at night. This shouldn’t be considered something special.
“You probably forgot because Hyunjin came back last night, hm?” Minho asks, tilting his head.
What? How is he even aware of your crush’s early arrival?
“How do you know?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Felix. He told me.”
Okay, yeah. That makes sense. Still, you suddenly feel so awful about all this. You hate breaking promises. Even if it’s an accident like forgetting to text him. “I’m sorry. He… he spontaneously visited us. Just for a couple of minutes though. I went right to bed. Was tired and all.”
You don’t even know why you’re rambling and justifying yourself. It’s not like you’re a couple. You’re not even friends, after all. There’s nothing to feel bad about, especially not toward Minho. But why do you feel this way then?
“Whatever. It’s fine,” Minho adds, before he hands you the book and leaves.
“You look beautiful,” Hyunjin greets you with a warm hug, pulling you closer and you hope he can’t feel how your heart is beating out of your chest. You let go of him again, giving your crush a soft smile and he leads the way inside the café.
“I’ve wanted to go here for ages,” you confess, while you two step inside. Hyunjin has his hand gently placed on the small of your back as he guides you into the ancient looking building. It’s astonishing here, flowery details filling the huge room up to the ceiling, as the scents of coffee and strawberries enter your nostrils.
“I heard it opened not that long ago, didn’t it?” You nod, “Yeah. A couple of weeks, I think. But I’ve always been passing by and have seen people post about it on Instagram you know?”
Hyunjin smiles and searches for an employee. The waitress tells him to choose whatever free table you would like and the both of you opt for seats right at the huge rose tinted window. The gentleman he is, your friend pulls your chair back and helps you sit down before he takes his own seat. You start looking through the menu, soon finding something appealing and Hyunjin walks to the front to order.
“Oh—you already paid, wait let me give you–“
“It’s fine, angel,” he says, shushing your hands away from your bag, “I invited you, remember? Let me treat you a little, okay?”
If your week goes on like this you won’t have to spend money on food anymore when men keep paying for you. Not that you mind.
“Thank you.”
He gives you a soft smile. “Now, tell me. What have I missed not being here for six months?”
The waitress brings your order next but this doesn’t hold you back from entering a cycle of rambling. “Oh! Jisung is texting this girl he met online while playing video games. He’s head over heels for her but doesn’t even know her real name or what she looks like.” Hyunjin laughs. It’s not gossiping, after all, that’s all your friend has been talking about these past weeks. And in comparison to Jisung’s dislike for your crush, the hatred isn’t reciprocated. “It’s hilarious and cute in some way although it feels kinda weird to imagine Jisung in a light like that.”
“I get it,” Hyunjin says, “still somehow adorable. Hopefully it works out. And anything new in your life?”
You're unsure if he’s hinting at your love life or just what has happened in general. So, you take the safe route. “Ah, you know. Not much is going on. I had my internship at the end of last year. Was kinda exhausting and taught me what I don’t want to do.”
“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he reassures you and suddenly his hand gets closer. He places the palm on top of yours, softly stroking your skin. God, why is his hand so much bigger than your own?
“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. So—you’ve gotta tell me everything about Paris now. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“It was beautiful. Really. Very busy and all but the architecture of the whole city… Amazing. Also pretentious to some extent but it didn’t surprise me. And dirty and smelly but it’s a big city after all, right? Definitely not like in all those romance movies but still absolutely gorgeous. I enjoyed my time there,” he says. You’ve always thought that Hyunjin fits right there, as if he belongs to Paris and you can’t quite explain why. This is also the reason why you felt like you were in no position to hold him back despite your aching heart. This was a one chance of a lifetime, after all.
“I’m super glad to hear that, Hyune. Seriously. Every picture you posted online or sent to the group chat or me let a smile appear on my face. I’m truly happy you had this opportunity and had such a great time over there!”
His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, as he gives your hands a soft squeeze with his big one.
“You like the food, Y/N?”
You nod, taking another bite of your cheesecake, “Oh, yes. Absolutely. Such a good idea to go here!”
You watch him put some of his pie on his fork, before he guides the cutlery towards you. “Wanna try?”
A little startled about the fact that he—as it seems—wants to feed you some of his food, you nod and have a taste of the blueberry pie he offers. And it tastes just as amazing as the dish you chose. You put a bit of your strawberry cheesecake on top of your fork and guide it toward Hyunjin, before his plump lips wrap around it and take a bite. He hums a little melody, enjoying the taste of the cake, all while you try to not lose your mind about the fact that you are feeding Hyunjin in public.
“It was a good idea to go here,” he says, his voice dropping lower and a bit more quiet. He’s reaching out for your hand once more, not letting you go as if he is afraid to lose you again despite the fact that he was the one who went to another continent half a year ago. A weird sensation starts spreading through your belly and you are hit with the one question that has been harassing your mind for six weeks.
Why did he decide to confess to you twelve hours before his flight’s departure when he knew you weren’t going to see each other for so long? Of course, Jisung called him toxic without batting an eye. Your crush might like your friend whereas the younger one has always classified Hyunjin as a ‘walking red flag’. In some way he’s right but you don’t want to believe that. You decide to blame it on Hyunjin being a hopeless romantic and just wanting to get this confession off his chest before going on a flight. You never know what could happen in six months while being so far away. Better this way than being plagued by regrets, right?
“Thank you for the invitation again, Hyune,” you add, as your fingers start getting intertwined with his large ones.
“Don’t thank me for that. Actually… I wanted to talk about something,” he says and you watch his lower lip get caught between his teeth. He suddenly looks nervous and for some reason that feeling reaches you too.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, angel,” he lets out. His gaze is fixated on where your hands meet, as he squeezes yours another time, softly caressing your skin in order to gain some confidence. God. It’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna understand.
“What is it?”
But the truth is—your heart is bursting out of your chest once again. It leaves you anxious, the way he’s opened this conversation, you can’t deny that.
“I am sure you remember our last talk in person. Right before my flight and all.” Oh, no. Don’t open that box again. “Im sorry about the timing, truly sorry. I know this was kinda shitty of me to just drop that information and disappear for six months.”
You give him a smile, “You didn’t disappear, Hyune. We talked on the phone and all during your time in Paris.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t be close to you. Geographically speaking and all. It’s just not the same,” he explains, shaking his head. You take a deep breath in the meantime, just wanting him to spit it out—whatever is on his mind. “What do you wanna say?”
“Well, first of all. I want you to know that I did this because I thought I was running out of time. I’m also quite superstitious. So if something had happened on that flight or in Paris–“
“Nothing happened, Hyune,” you cut him off.
“I know,” he says. “I’m glad about that. But if it had been the case I would have never forgiven myself for not being honest with you, you know?”
“I get it. Seriously,” you reassure him. Because you somehow do get it. Despite the fact that it hurt, that it was stinging your heart with no end during that time. But sometimes love turns us selfish. You’re sure this is what happened to Hyunjin in that moment too.
“Thank you. This is also, second, why I want to be honest with you again this time.”
You gulp. “Okay.” Is he already ending things with you before they started? You’re entering a spiral of angst once more.
“It’s a lot going on right now for me. I’ve become quite a new person over there and have to adjust to life in Seoul again. It’ll take some time for me to get used to everything. All I want to say is that you are still important to me. Nothing has changed about my feelings in the slightest, I promise. But I don’t want to rush things. It’s our last semester of college and I don’t wanna mess things up between us because I went too fast and got hooked up in the stress of everyday life and exams, you know?”
Oh, alright. That’s definitely something you can work with, right? After all, you need your time, too.
“Oh. I get that. Totally. I mean, I’m in my last semester too,” you explain.
“Okay, good. So, you’re okay with us taking things slowly?”
This doesn’t just count for school related stuff but you’re also not one to immediately jump into the dating and relationship life because you have zero experience on that level either.
“Absolutely!”
“You won’t think I’m… boring? Or something like that?”
“You, Hwang Hyunjin, boring? Never,” you chuckle. “We can take all the time you need, Hyune. It’s more than fine.”
“I’m glad about that. A huge weight is dropping off my shoulders, not gonna lie,” he says, placing his free hand right where his heart is.
“You seriously worried about that?”
“Well, I’ve been gone for six months. I’m sure all those guys have been waiting in line for you to date them. But I’m so happy to know I’m still your favourite, Y/N.”
Your chest tightens. First, you haven’t been dating anyone, sure, but you also came twice within the past two nights with the help of your crush’s good friend Minho. Second, does Hyunjin expect you to sit here and wait for him like an obedient housewife? Or is he genuinely happy that you still want to be with him?
Deciding to push those thoughts aside, you just add, “You’ll always be, don’t worry.”
Although you are not so sure about that one.
On your way back home, still very happy about the conversations you had with Hyunjin, there’s a certain topic still on your mind.
You messed up regarding Minho. Yes, it wasn’t visible in his eyes when you saw him in the library this morning but you know that he was mad about the fact you forgot to text. You probably would be too. It’s definitely not because he likes you but anyone would worry in a situation like this. You never know what could happen at night especially when you’re a female presenting person.
You wanna make up for it. That you are sure of. This is why you’ve decided to change into some comfy clothes, get takeout on your way out and visit Minho with food as a surprise. But when you arrive at your shared apartment, it isn’t Felix who is standing in the living room.
“I didn’t know I have a new roommate,” you greet him, before he pulls you into a hug.
“Ah, yeah. Sorry, Y/N. There is an issue at my student’s dorm and Felix said it’s fine that I can stay here,” Jisung explains.
You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”
He looks at you confused. “You know?”
Fuck. You forgot that Jisung is very much not aware of the fact that you were at Minho’s last night and therefore heard everything they talked about. Including Jisung getting annoyed about the possibility of his best friend meeting Areum again and a certain cut off sentence of why this isn’t a good idea which you try not to think about. Why is Jisung so against it? What does he know?
“Y-Yeah, Lix told me,” you lie.
“Ah, great. I stayed at Minho’s apartment last night,” yeah, I know, “but his little sister will be visiting him tomorrow and you know that I can’t stand her and that’s also too many people in one studio apartment. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”
“Absolutely,” you say, “I’m just… I’m meeting up with a friend in a bit but you know where to find everything here, right? Do you need anything else?”
Jisung is basically the unofficial third roommate of this household given that he spends time here pretty often. “No worries, I’ve got everything and I’m also meeting up at the studio with my friends later.” He’s been working on some new songs with his little producer group—a trio of three, one of them being Felix’s gym crush Changbin.
“Great, then I’ll see you later,” you add before disappearing inside your room. You change into some more fitting clothes for a chill dinner inside, before you pack some stuff and leave the apartment again. Jisung is currently sitting on the couch, playing some games—perhaps with the girl he’s been texting—and you just wave him goodbye, receiving a bright smile from him.
On your way to Minho’s place, you buy some takeout food and a certain lemonade you’ve seen him drink from time to time, hoping it will hype up his mood. Although you know that this is basically impossible. Minho is never in a good mood except for when he’s teasing you. You arrive at the station near his house a little later, the food in one hand and the beverages in the other. The door downstairs is open, so you head inside and climb up to where his apartment is located.
You don’t know what it is despite your general anxiety but for a quick second you wonder if it was a good idea to go here spontaneously. What if he isn’t at home? What if Minho has someone over? The second thought lets a weird feeling erupt in your heart that you try to ignore.
It’s gonna be okay. Calm down.
You ring the doorbell and half a minute later, someone is opening the door.
Fuck.
Minho is standing there, wearing just a towel around his waist, his firm chest and arms on full display while he’s also showing off his thick thighs. You cling onto the stuff you brought with you. An accident of lemonade glass bottles hitting the floor and making a sticky mess is the last thing you need.
“Look who’s decided to show up,” is all he says as he invites you inside and grabs the stuff in your hands. You silently take off your shoes and jacket, before you toss your bag in some corner of his studio apartment.
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”
From where you’re standing and Minho being in the kitchen right now, you can barely see how he’s rolling his eyes but judging by the sound of his voice you are convinced that’s exactly what he’s doing. “I told you it’s fine. Just don’t forget it again next time, yeah?”
You nod, before you take a seat at his dining table and a minute later—after he changed into some actual clothes in his bathroom—Minho has the food and the beverages placed on the wooden table.
“That’s my favourite flavour,” he says when he catches a glimpse of the lemonade.
“You mentioned it once,” you reply and you can swear you notice his mouth turning into a small smile.
Munching the food, the conversation changes a little. You tell Minho about one of your classes from today for which you needed the book for since he was wondering why you ended up reading the same one. It turns out that you visit the same lecture every Tuesday before lunch and you don’t know how to feel about that. Then, the talking shifts to something else. You start speaking about your friend group since he tells you that Jisung left because Minho’s younger sister will be here tomorrow morning. And then he picks up the topic you were hoping for him to avoid.
“So… Hyunjin is already back?”
Food almost gets stuck in your throat but you manage to gulp down the bite you take. “Y-Yeah, he arrived yesterday.”
Something in Minho’s expression changes but you can’t quite tell what it means. You want to be honest with him, though. Despite not wanting to end this arrangement the two of you have—both because there’s still so much to learn and Hyunjin and you agreed to take things slowly anyway—you need to be transparent.
“We went on a date this afternoon,” you admit, before you take another sip from the lemonade.
His jaw clenches and for a whole minute the room falls silent. “Just a date?”
“Yeah. Just a date. Nothing serious or physical happened though,” you immediately justify yourself, going into full defense mode.
He nods, drinking more of his beverage too, swallowing the rest of the liquid until the bottle is all empty. You can catch a glimpse of his Adam's apple this way and it makes you stir in your seat. Calm the fuck down.
“No confessing feelings? No kissing and touching?” he asks, tilting his head. His expression is stern, his piercing gaze is pinning you to the wall behind you.
“Nothing of that,” you instantly reply.
“Good.” He smirks. “So, what does this mean for our contract?”
“It keeps going,” you answer.
He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”
Minho takes care of the dishes—not taking long thanks to the fact you brought takeout tonight—while he tells you to get comfortable on his couch. You’ve been wondering why he always opts for this piece of furniture when he has a perfectly fine working bed. But you don’t question it. Maybe he’s sensitive about it. He drops down next to you on the sofa, scooting a little closer this time, the respectful space between you shrinking every time the two of you meet here.
You can see it in his eyes, there’s excitement swirling inside them, and you’re kinda glad about the fact that he isn’t mad at you for yesterday and everything. On top of that, you’re grateful about Hyunjin wanting to take things slower because it leaves you more time with Minho and–
Wait, what?
No, we are not going down that road, Y/N. It’s just your hormones messing with you and your pussy clenching a little whenever you think about how you were lying on your back last night on this exact sofa, your legs parted for the man who’s in this room with you right now, while he was roughly thrusting his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open until you were gushing all over him.
“Any wishes for this evening?”
He drags you out of your daydreams and you dearly hope he hasn’t noticed. But heat rushes to your face, your expression probably has turned fully into showing how flustered you get around him. Fuck. He shouldn’t have this effect on you at all.
But you do have an idea for tonight’s lesson or whatever you wanna call it. You’ve realised—especially when reminiscing about the date you went on with Hyunjin—that Minho has almost turned into an expert of making you come, whereas you haven’t even touched him yet. And therefore aren’t prepared at all for any possible encounters with your actual crush.
“I wanna make you come tonight,” you blurt out.
One of Minho’s eyebrows immediately snaps open and so does one side of his mouth, when he lets out, “Oh?”
You’ve expected him to tease you a bit more but what you don’t know yet is that he’s been dreaming about exactly this for some time, no, years now. Not just the fact that you will be taking care of his most primal needs but also the thought of you asking him to do exactly this.
“Y-Yeah, you promised to show me how to pleasure a… a man b-but the other nights so far it was you who… you know,” you explain, turning a bit shy now and this just arouses him even more.
If there wasn’t a blanket laid across his lap, you’d already see the outlines of his covered but hardening cock. God, who is the virgin again? No one has ever managed to make him get this turned on so quickly just with some words. But the simple image of your pretty hand or mouth wrapped around his cock, stroking him until he reaches his high plays evil games with his mind. It’s not just that his corruption kink gains a lot from this, it’s also the sole fact it’s you who’s offering it to make him come. No, who wants to learn how to make him come and Minho is glad to be teaching you.
“Hm, you’re right. Third time’s a charm,” he replies, before he scoots a bit closer. “You wanna take the lead this time, baby?”
Baby. The name shoots a sensation right to your lower stomach, as you feel arousal drip into your panties.
“Yes,” you say with a confident voice all while you’re growing nervous on the inside.
Minho’s fingers seize around your wrist, before he pulls you closer and into his lap in one go. It feels just like two days ago, when he had you straddling him and riding his thigh until you came undone for him. You can see it in his eyes, he’s waiting for you to make the first move, slowly leaning back.
“Come on, princess. Show me what you’ve got,” he whispers. The palms of his hands are attached to your waist, dragging you toward him until his mouth is only an inch separated from your own. You can feel his breath lingering on your skin and you swear you can see his eyes turn ten shades darker.
“Kiss me,” he says and that’s all you need to crash your lips into his.
A tiny whine slips out of you but it gets muffled by Minho. Your mouth against his feels as if this is anatomically meant to be, as if your bodies were put on this planet to find each other but deep down you know it’s because you’ve been kissing him for the third day in a row. Of course it’s just a matter of time until you get used to it and become an expert.
You find yourself grinding on top of him just like last Sunday but this time he pushes his own legs apart and reaches for your hand.
“Do you want this?” Minho asks in between kisses and you hastily nod. “Yes. I do. Please, show me.”
He chuckles against your mouth, before he takes the lead this time when he seals your lips with his own. His tongue slips in, dancing around with yours. One of your favourite things to do with him. It just feels hypnotising. Every touch. Every kiss. Every move he makes puts you in full trance, it’s insane. Insanely mesmerising.
One of your hands lands on his chest, feeling how firm he is despite the shirt that’s covering his upper body. You let it travel further down and you swear you can feel Minho smirk because of how eager you are. Your palm passes his navel, his stomach and wanders even further south until it comes to a halt. He knows it’s just that you’re nervous about doing anything wrong—which is ridiculous, really, Minho knows he’ll like anything you do and he’s here to teach you after all. So, he gives you a little nudge by saying, “Touch me.”
You nod, a giggle spilling from your lips, before your hand lands on his crotch. Feeling him through his gray—yes, you heard it correctly—sweatpants, you try to wrap your hand around him as much as you can, hindered by the fabric that’s covering his growing erection. He already feels big despite being fully clothed and you wonder how he—perhaps at some point—is supposed to fit inside your pussy.
“You wanna go further?” he asks you, before he reaches for a strand of hair that’s dangling in front of your face and tugs it behind your ear. Your heart skips a beat and you curse yourself for becoming so weak this easily.
“Yeah, I do,” you say.
“Then, pull them off,” he replies and his eyes look down at his pants. You get the hint, bringing both your hands to the hem of the clothing and in an instant, you slide them down his thighs. His boxers are still hiding his dick but there’s not a lot left to your imagination when you see his tent. You gulp and he has to hide another one of those smirks. Fuck, you look so adorable. It’s so cute how shy you get and he can’t wait to ruin you at some point, have you bouncing on his cock while his hands are gripping your hips and he’s whispering sinful words right into your ear, all while you struggle not to come again and again.
But this has to wait for now. You’re doing this step by step. No matter how far you want to go tonight, he won’t allow more than a handjob. Both because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you and take your excitement for granted but also because he wants to stretch the time he’s got with you and crave you more by feeding you small bites instead of the full five course meal at once.
“You ready?” he asks and you reply by getting rid of his remaining material, too. When Minho slips out of his boxers, you notice he’s still wearing his shirt. It’s a good thing he’s leaving it on—so that you don’t lose your mind completely—but also a pity you don’t get to see his muscular chest again tonight. However, you’re far too distracted anyway when his big cock springs free, standing upright, the tip leaking precum.
Minho reaches for your hand, guiding it towards his length and you wrap your fingers around it. He places his own on top of them, helping you with the first few motions. Your hand is moving up and down, squeezing him a little but not too much until he applies more pressure with his own hand that’s attached to yours.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” he breathes, slightly throwing his head back. Just in case that there’s gonna be a mess—well there definitely is gonna be one and probably a lot sooner than what he has anticipated—Minho pulls his shirt over his head, freeing himself. There’s something about this scene, how you’re still fully clothed and he’s entirely naked that just keeps him going. Usually, he prefers it the other way around but it seems as if Minho is exploring new sides of himself when he’s with you.
“You can go a bit faster,” he encourages you and you do as you’re told, keeping your eyes on him at any time.
“Fuck, that feels good, princess. Keep going.”
You’ve never realised that you’d love it when a man would be this vocal but Minho’s whimpers and the way he’s begging for more sounds like the sweetest melody to your ears. You soon become an expert at stoking him, squeezing his cock just the right way when your hand goes up and down and up and down again.
Judging by the way his facial expression shifts and his eyebrows are scrunched together, you know it won’t take him long to reach his climax. He’s panting, breathing out your name and praising you with no end. You hope this moment won’t ever stop. If Hyunjin reacts the same way when you’re gonna be intimate with him for the first time, you’re gonna be so proud of yourself.
“Fuck,” Minho groans, “a little more. Shit. You’re such a good girl. Keep going, keep going. Yeah, just like that, just–“
Hot white ropes shoot out of him, coating his stomach and spilling over your hand, while you continue with your movements but automatically slow down a bit. Minho keeps moaning, his mouth parted and his eyes closed, until he comes down again and reaches for your hand, stopping your motions.
“I knew you were a quick learner,” he chuckles, before he tells you to get up and rushes to the bathroom to get a towel.
You have to hold back a mixture of the brightest smile and absolute confusion when Minho leads you to the door of his apartment. However, you feel insanely proud of yourself that you actually made him come. Minho, of all people. That one man who never shows any emotion came undone and moaned right into your ears as if it’s his fucking mantra because you pleasured him this good. Your ego is gonna be at the size of his own soon if this agreement keeps going like that.
“Is this the only jacket you brought with you?” the man in question asks when he sees you put on the piece of clothing.
“Yeah, why?”
He reaches for a sweater on his chair that he gives you. “The temperature has dropped down a lot. It’s only spring, Y/N. It’s still cold once the sun is down, you know?”
You nod and take the piece of cosy fabric before you put it on. He has given you a sweater that he must have worn before considering it smells like him—driving you crazy but you try to ignore it—because Minho is so organised, he probably has fresh clothes inside his closet but you don’t say anything. For some reason, you like it this way. It’s wrong, yes. So fucking wrong. Because you’re in love with Hyunjin and Minho is just here to help you with your little lack of sexual experience. Nothing more. But the atmosphere between the two of you becomes more and more domestic and comfortable.
“Shall we?” he asks, opening the door for you.
You follow behind him and he closes it again. There’s not much talking when he brings you home, the subway staying rather silent except for a few glances between you two that you can’t quite interpret yet. When you arrive at your station, you tell Minho he should go home but he makes sure to bring you to the entrance door of your apartment building. Only when he’s watched you walk inside, he leaves, with his heart heavy as stone.
It’s similar for you—confusion is what describes your current state the best and a little bit of guilt that you shouldn’t have. Hyunjin didn’t tell you to not meet up with anyone else, after all. You’re sure he’s kissed and probably even fucked a bunch of other women when he was in Paris and perhaps even might do the same now that he’s back. You know how he is, after all. During the time when he started dating the last girlfriend he had—over a year ago—he was going to parties and having one night stands with other people too. Just when they started becoming something more serious, he stopped.
But you don’t know where you are on that line when it comes to serious things with Hyunjin. You wish he would have talked more to you about it without you having to tell him, Hey, you know what, I’m still absolutely in love with you but your friend Minho is teaching me how to make men come so I can be a better lover for you once we decide to get closer. Cool, right?
Yeah, still absolutely ridiculous.
You push those thoughts aside, knowing you can’t change anything right now anyway. Entering the apartment, you find Felix and Jisung sprawled out on the couch but they are so occupied in a round of video games that you sneak straight into your bedroom.
When you reach for your phone to charge it after this long day, you notice you must have received a message when you were on the subway with Minho.
[ Areum ]: Hey, Y/N. ☺️ When do you have classes tomorrow? How about we meet on campus for breakfast? I really enjoy talking to you and would love to get to know you better. But no pressure, we can always reschedule if it’s too spontaneous! I hope you had a great rest of your day and ate well. Take care and sweet dreams 🤍
Cw: ChildhoodBestfriend!Minho x Fem!Reader, nightmares, only one bed, swearing, perv min, masterbation (m), slight voyeurism
Wc: 3.5k
Summary: You thought Minho was having a nightmare, but his mind was focused on you in the middle of the night, out of breath for a completely different reason
AN: SORRY I STARTED MY EXAMS EVERYONE I will try to post every week because I've gotten some wonderful requests so far like this one that I can't wait to write, but I'll be done in two months so I'll be back soon don't even worry 🫵
Minho's childhood was sprinkled with silly nightmares, nothing too scary- but enough to disturb him in the middle of the night when no one else should have been awake. As his best friend, you took on the role of his self-designated guardian, and took the liberty to soothe him back to sleep in your small arms and offer him what solace you could.
During sleepovers, your vigilance transformed into something of a ritual whenever he would start to stir from something in his little mind. Without hesitation you'd rise, ready to comfort him and cuddle him until he fell back to sleep again. You'd tell him that whatever scary thing he was dreaming of was no match for him really, that the two of you would team up to scare it back- and he'd be okay.
There was an unspoken agreement between the two of you, a silent pact to keep his nightmares a secret between friends. If you weren't spending the night together, Minho would tell the tale to you on your walk to school, just a few feet ahead of your parents as they escorted the two of you to the building. You would give him a hug and move on, ready to delve into whatever game you wanted to play so you didn't gather attention from the adults.
But as the two of you slowly crossed the border from inseparable children to young adults, Minho's nightmares difted right to the very back of his brain, falling low into his subconscious where they couldn't bother him anymore. The frequency of his confessions dwindled down to passing comments about 'one of those dreams again' until he barely mentioned them to you.
With maturity came the realisation that not everything had to be shared between friends, the knowledge that some thoughts could be private thoughts- something that the other half didn't need to know. Secrets blossomed and insecurities arose, and the fact that nightmares were something vulnerable and full of depth spurred Minho not to share them with you like he had before.
While the currents of life carried the two of you through young adulthood, the bond you shared didn't break, the two of you were still almost inseparable- you just went home to your respective beds at the end of the day.
You couldn't help by be winded by the nostalgia of chucking your bags down in the corridor- speeding up to Minho's room to get out your shared Pokémon cards and argue over which of them was the best before climbing into pajamas and clinging to eachother while under the covers grew cold during the night.
"What?" He smiled, closing the gate to his garden- leaving you on the other side. There was a metaphor in there, you were sure of it. "Why are you staring at my house?"
"Just thinking," you hummed to yourself, "I haven't seen your room in a while."
"You can come up and help me pack if you want?"
"Oh as if," you scoffed, scrunching your face at his suggestion.
Minho was a perfectionist, and being a victim of his tyranny was something you'd experienced well enough growing up, you didn't need to be subjected to his exact instructions of how he wanted everything in his bag arranged.
In the midst of planning your triennal trip together, your parents had made a subtle change and gave you and Minho a room together instead of grouping with your parents. The sense of trust was happily welcomed, since the last time you had this trip you were both 16, you roomed with your families and it was getting a little cramped, safe to say.
It was somewhat of a rite of passage, the independence that was given with age, two adult best friends- given their own room like you hadn't been up countless nights thinking of sharing a bed with Minho again.
When the group of you arrived at the hotel, there was a shared semblance of excitement from you and Minho, a buzz of energy that hadn't been present for a long time. The feeling you always used to get before a sleepover, just like all those childhood nights.
He had brought the box of Pokémon cards, but the trip had been delayed because of traffic, and so your usual routine of arguing about the objective best for hours before you went to bed would have to wait until the next night. As it was now 11:36 and you needed to sleep.
"One bed?" You hummed, Minho lugging his excessive amount of bags in behind you.
"One bed," he shrugged back, "they must've done it by habit."
That was true, you never slept on an airbed or anything when you were kids- favouring top and tailing until you were awake to cuddle him back to sleep.
"I'll sleep on the floor," he said with a smile. Without hesitation, he grabbed a pillow and blanket, swiftly arranging them on the ground before rifling through his bag for his nightly routine. Minho waddled to the bathroom, carrying a bag of skincare and his toothbrush. The bathroom light flickered slightly when he turned it on and he shot you a weary look.
You snickered quietly to yourself and pulled out your own toothbrush to go and join him. The sound of running water accompanied the brushing of your teeth together, and when you were done- you quickly emerged to get changed while he was busy with his face.
You shedded your body of your clothes and slipped on a large t-shirt before jumping into bed, getting comfortable under the covers. The gentle tug of sleep captured you already, and within seconds of having your face buried in your pillow you could feel your eyelids growing heavy.
The sound of your best friends laugh bounced softly around the walls as he too flopped down into his makeshift bed.
"Are you sure you're okay down there?" You asked quietly.
"I'm okay, just rest."
"Minho?" you said sleepily, raising from the bed to look at him, perched on his phone. His gaze met yours, and there was a weariness in his eyes that hinted at his lack of rest. "Why aren't you asleep?"
The shrill sound of something playing for a second had pulled you out of your slumber.
"Nightmare," Minho replied, his response simple yet weighted. The vulnerability in his admission prompted you to sit up, the comfort of being together insinuating the beginning of that same thing you did as a child.
He looked down, a little guilt playing through his features for not checking the volume on his phone before opening a video.
"Really? I didn't even notice," you admitted, a touch of surprise in your voice. A decade ago, you would have been hyper-aware and attuned to the slightest shifts in Minho's sleep. The realization that you hadn't sensed his nightmares stirred a subtle pang in your heart.
Ten years prior, the shared proximity in the same bed had made you an expert at knowing when he needed you, responding to the rustle of sheets or the soft murmur of distress. It was like the seperation had dulled your senses.
"It's okay, you didn't need to wake up," Minho reassured, the soft glow of his phone illuminating the gentle smile that graced his face. His words were an acknowledgment that the dynamics of your friendship had changed with time.
But it bothered you.
"Come up," you urged, an insistence in your voice.
"I'm not a little kid anymore, you know," Minho giggled. He maneuvered his body to face you, the playful teasing weaving a familiar thread through the air.
"Just come up here," you scoffed, a mock exasperation lacing your words.
He sighed, a sound not of disappointment but the knowledge of your eagerness to help and comfort him. With a fluid motion, Minho climbed to his feet, trudging over to where you had pulled the covers over in a silent invitation.
"Your pillow too," you whisper yelled at him, and he just chuckled, playfully stealing the pillow from underneath your head. "Really?"
"There's one down there if you want it."
His quiet laughter lingered in the air like a familiar melody that you never wanted to forget. You found yourself staring into his big brown eyes, a boyish glint dancing inside them, and it was then that you knew that if all the mischief that was allowed to present in one person had condensed right into someone, then that person was Minho.
"Fine," you declared with feigned indignation.
Without hesitation, you ripped the covers off of yourself, climbing out of the bed and stomping over to where he was laying moments earlier on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Minho's breath hitched silently in his throat, thankfully, because he wasn't sure how he would explain to you that he just couldn't take his eyes off of the curve of your ass as you bent over to collect his pillow from the floor, that the view was pulled directly from his midnight thoughts and it almost stopped him from breathing.
He swallowed down that lump as his gaze lingered on your panties as your shirt pulled across your back. The slither of stomach he saw as you pulled it back down lingered in his mind when his stare drifted down your legs-
"Hey, move over," you playfully shoved Minho's arm and slipped back onto the bed, landing face down.
He could see the dip of your spine as your shirt bunched up underneath you, pulling tight and giving him a view of your silhouette in the dark.
You pulled the covers back over yourself, settling into the bed with a familiar ease despite never having stayed in this hotel before and you knew it was because of Minho's presence.
The man crossed his brows in dissaproval until your foot accidentally brushed up against his leg underneath. A gasp escaped him, quickly covered by a muttered complaint about you being cold- the shakiness in his tone betraying the unexpected touch and the thoughts that brewed in his mind along with it.
With a soft sigh, you found yourself yearning for the simplicity of how things used to be. Beneath the covers, a quiet longing tugged at your heart. You wanted to bridge the gap that had grown between you, to feel the warmth of Minho's embrace as you had done countless times in the past.
The desire to reconnect with that old intimacy hung in the air, a yearning to cuddle him, to have his arms take you in a comforting embrace, and to snuggle together as you did when your hearts were unburdened by the complexities of other emotions and other feelings.
It was no secret to yourself that over the years you had grown real, adult feelings for the man laying just centimetres away from you.
While you lay there yearning for the comforts of the past, Minho found himself tangled in a not so innocent dilemma. The desire to maintain the purity of your friendship wrestled with the need for him to reach out further- latch onto something more. The moonlight peaking through the curtains shone a soft blueish glow on his bitten lip as he grappled with uncharted territories.
Well, uncharted?
No, he had thought about this many times, thought about going further with you- transcending the title of best friends so that he could indulge in every impure thought of you that plagued his mind.
Every want and need for him to explore parts of you he didn't know about yet, parts of your body that he wanted to touch and..
He shifted slightly, the internal conflict of his heart and his mind manifesting in a way that he knew wasn't appropriate when he was sharing a bed with you like this. Like friends.
In the quiet of the room, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Minho. But as you looked at him, his gaze seemed to linger for a beat longer.
"Big spoon?" You mumbled out into the darkness.
He swallowed, that pesky blush creeping up his ears. He was thankful that it was too dark for you to see his adams apple bobbing up and down, and his bottom lip slip underneath his teeth.
He didn't want to risk you feeling.. anything.
"Me? No," he shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips before he rolled over to face the opposite direction. "I want to be the little spoon."
You huffed with a grin and shuffled closer to him, hesitating for a split second before you curled your arms around his chest, resting your head against his pillow- close enough that your nose was nudging against his shoulder.
Minho's body tightened up, the feel of your chest pressed against his back, your breath hitting the nape of his neck making his hairs stand on end, the way you slung your leg over his.. so smooth and.. bare.
He was rethinking being the little spoon, he didn't think he could do it.
"Go back to sleep," you whispered, a gentle reassurance that you would stay as you were.
Feeling the tension in Minho's body, you traced delicate shapes over his skin in an attempt to make him relax, not realizing that the tender gesture was inadvertently making his heart pump faster. The feeling of your fingers dancing over his chest definitely wasn't making him relax.
As every one of your breaths deepened, Minho felt a mixture of relief and uncertainty. Your warmth against his back was comforting, but it was also not doing a thing to help his problem, the closeness amplifying it in fact. He wondered if, without disturbing your sleep, he could gently move you back to your side of the bed so he could get to the bathroom.. get somewhere else.
Carefully, Minho shifted, his movements slow and deliberate, trying to create enough space without waking you. He held his breath.
As he gently maneuvered the two of you to your side of the bed, the subtle rustle of sheets being the only noise beside your breathing, he slowly tried to untangle your hands from around his chest. Some unknown strength resided deep within you, because Minho tugged and pulled as quietly as he could for what seemed like minutes before your grip around him loosened.
He lifted each of your fingers one by one, relishing in his silent victory as he very slowly began to move away until you made a noise akin to a yawn and fixed your arms around him again.
Fuck.
Your small hands travelled down to his waist and wrapped around him like a snake, making his breath hitch and his stomach swirl with how close your hands were getting to his.. problem.
Minho was hard.
He was hard and your hands were inches away, intertwined and resting just below his belly button like you were doing it on purpose.
He sucked in a shaky breath and tried to pull away again, to no avail. He was being a lot gentler this time because he knew what kind of noise would escape his lips if your hands accidentally brushed him and he knew he couldn't wake you up moaning because your fingers had touched his bulge.
Minho couldn't ignore it, but everytime he tried to delicately wiggle away, your grip remained steadfast, tight and tethering him to you like a vice. He groaned, bleeding into a whine as he buried his face in his hands.
Fuck, fuck.
Fine.
He's stuck, and he needed something- some sort of friction, he could be quick, just.. just get it over with so he could just get to sleep. You wouldn't hear him, you didn't hear him awake until his phone went off earlier, so he would be fine right?
Right?
What if you did wake? How would you react? What would you think seeing your best friend fisting his cock right next to you? To the thought of you?
God, the thought plagued his mind like a thick fog- not letting him think straight and understand that this was clearly a terrible idea, carefully pulling down his joggers was a terrible idea.
The transition from childhood best friends to adults had hit him hard, this wasn't the first time he had touched himself to the thought of you- but doing it right here next to you aroused some sort of perverse sense of pleasure deep in his stomach. Thinking of you peacefully unaware of how your best friend wished to fill you to the brim, watch your face contort when he made you cum, when he made you cry.
He wished to see you squirming underneath him, he wished to see those panties again before he bent you over and buried his cock deep in your pussy.
Small hums escaped his mouth as his fingers gently curled around his shaft, tugging up and down and teasing himself- his abdomen tightening everytime his hand brushed yours.
His tip was just inches away from your hand, when he came he'd cover your fingers in his..
Fuck.
A deep groan escaped his throat, accompanied by you stirring in your sleep.
He paused, listening carefully to see if you'd wake- actually catch him in the act. The thought didn't turn him off. Minho held his breath as you moved, a wave of relief flooding through him when you merely sighed and nuzzled against his back.
Unbeknownst to him, your eyes were open, smiling softly as you assumed your presence had brought him out of another nightmare- his jittery movements stopping altogether as you hugged him tighter. His heartbeat was racing and his breathing was shallow, but he seemed okay, so you didn't push it. You'd just sit tight and wait for him to drift off again.
Minho exhaled shakily.
Thinking you were asleep, he continued his movements from before, up and down and up and down- almost desperately tugging at himself with a painfully bitten lip. The thrill of almost waking you, combined with the shared closeness, ignited a fire in his stomach.
Contrary to what you thought, Minho's pulse didn't calm down at all, and a frown creased your forehead as he began to pant, audibly out of breath. You felt for the man, he knew you would never judge him for having a nightmare, especially if it was bothering him this much. Feeling what you thought was distress, you instinctively hugged him tighter in your reassuring embrace.
A small whine of your name fell from his lips.
Oh.
Oh.
The tension hung in the air now, but your best friend didn't stop this time- he didn't know you were awake yet.
Should you tell him? Let him know you know?
Should you tell him you've been awake for a few minutes or just pretend to wake now? Did you even want him to know?
To.. stop?
He whimpered again, the sound broken and small. Quickly, he rushed his hand up to cover his mouth to stifle the sighs and whines that were getting louder- inevitably signalling that he was close.
No, you didn't want him to stop.
God, how could he do this and expect you not to wake up: he was being so loud? Maybe he wanted you to, maybe he was shamelessly getting himself off next to you because he wanted you to hear?
Maybe he was only being 'loud' because you were pressed against his back, the only sounds in the room were his small whimpers and the wet sounds of his fist sliding his precum up and down his cock. Anything from him would sound loud when you were fine-tuned with years of experience.
You wanted to see his face, to tease him about it- honestly the desperate sounds slipping from his lips made you want to join in.
You didn't want him to stop but you wanted him to know.
Know you were listening and feeling his elbow shake and the bed move underneath the two of you, know that all of his noises were pooling somewhere between your legs.
"Fuck." He moaned quietly, the sound muffled by his hand as he leant his head back- almost leaning on your shoulder.
Minho's body twitched against you, and you smiled to yourself before adjusting your hand placement. You may have slipped them under his shirt on purpose, and scratched your nails over his abs on purpose, gotten comfortable with each arm twisted over his chest like a backpack on purpose, but he didn't need to know that.
He let out a broken noise of pleasure, his muscles tightening frantically under your touch until he sighed out: his shoulders relaxing and his breathing steadying.
"Shit," he mumbled under his breath, once again trying to get out of your grip but you didn't let him. "Come on, I need to.."
Clean up, you assumed.
"Go to sleep, Min," you drawled against his shirt, feeling his entire body freeze.
A mischievous smirk befell your lips as he took in a shaky breath. "You're a-awake?"
You hummed in confirmation, not missing the little squeak of surprise that escaped his throat.
Cute.
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“You’re such a good girl, hm? I finally figured out how to turn you into a good girl for me, princess.”
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, masturbation, slight exhibitionism, fingering ], very brief mention of cigarette smoking and drinking alcohol, lots of messy emotions :(((
[ words ]: 6.7K
[ note ]: the second part is here. Thank you SO MUCH for all the kind feedback on the first part I am still so shocked?? I would have never expected so many people to read and like it. I seriously feel so honoured 🌸 If you enjoyed this part too I’d appreciate it a lot to read your thoughts about how this story unfolds. Make sure to reblog/comment/send an ask my way! 🩷
To say you’ve had a very pleasant dream about Minho last night would be an understatement. He doesn’t seem to leave your mind, constantly keeping you occupied with thinking of him and the way his lips felt attached to your own. His touch still lingers on your body, how he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer, guiding you through your high without even needing to take off your clothes.
You would say no man has ever achieved that but, yeah, obviously no man has ever achieved that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have this contract and agreement with Minho. He’s here to help and tutor you (his words) until Hyunjin and you get closer. Hyunjin. Right. Your long time crush. There are only a few days left before he comes back and until then you still have some time to meet up with Minho and while all this is happening, get through the first week of this new semester. You’ve always hated Mondays—well, who doesn’t? But Mondays on a fresh start of a new college year are even worse. Nothing can come close to last semester when you spend the first seven days crying your heart out because Hyunjin left for Paris, but it’s still a rather annoying day.
Felix—the sunshine he is—made some breakfast for you, reminding you that you need lots of energy to get through your first classes. The two of you head to campus together and part your ways before you enter the building where your first course will be. Sinking down on one of the chairs further in the back of the room, you grab out all the stuff you need and check your phone another time. No message from Hyunjin. And neither a message from Minho although you don’t quite get why you’ve been secretly hoping for him to text you.
Suddenly, the seat next to you gets occupied, when a girl your age sits down and shoots a soft smile your way. “Hey, I’m Areum. Is this seat taken?” The name rings a bell but then again, there are a lot of people on this campus and many different personalities you’ve gotten into conversations with these past three years. “Please sit down. I’m Y/N,” you say, giving her a smile back. She looks at you as if she’s heard your name before as well but you try to not read too much into it.
“I’m excited what this course is gonna be like,” the girl says, starting some small talk. It’s unusual for people in your classes to chat with one another but since you’ve heard this one is gonna be a course where you have to partner up—you hate those—it’s probably smart to talk to whoever is sitting next to you.
“Oh, same! Although I’ve heard that the professor is pretty strict,” you say. Areum giggles and you watch her brown hair wave around. She gives you a soft glance, as you take in the scent of her perfume that lingers in the air. You usually don’t feel insecure about your appearances but sitting next to a woman dressed like this—a business outfit and stilettos, a flawless crimson red lipstick and hair hair half up with a butterfly clip that has pearls attached to it—makes you wonder if you look a little silly in your yellow dress and the lemon earrings you are wearing. When you see the men entering the room looking her way, it only gets worse. God, why are you like this? She seems nice and you are in no position to judge her. But sometimes, when we meet new people, something just feels off about them and we aren’t able to explain what the unjustified issue we have. Okay, calm down. It’s literally nothing.
“He is a bit strict, yes,” Areum starts, “but if you do your coursework on time and participate in every class, it’s gonna be fine. I have attended some of his courses before. No need to worry.”
You nod, “That’s good! Are you in your last year too?”
“I am. I’m not sure if we’ve met each other before but I could swear I’ve seen you around,” she says. It seems as if she had the same thought as you. “I had a similar feeling. But I can’t explain where or when.”
Areum reaches into her purse, grabbing some mint gums and offering one to you which you accept. The door of the classroom swings open and you wait for the professor to get inside but instead someone else is revealed. No, how high are the odds? Your rommate’s gym crush takes the seat in front of you, placing his backpack on the floor before he turns around. He sends a smile—that looks more like a smirk—to the girl next to you, as he greets her. “Areum, hey, how’s it going?”
Oh, so they know each other?
“Fine, Binnie. How’ve you been?” she replies. It’s him. Felix’s crush Changbin. “Great, great. Minho isn’t with you?”
Areum rolls her eyes.
Wait, what?
Is he talking about your Minho? Well, not your your Minho but the Minho that you know. The one that you visited yesterday and made sign a makeshift contract on your iPad that the two of you are gonna have sex with each other in the name of science? Is Areum perhaps Minho’s ex girlfriend that he has never really talked that much about despite the fact that they had been together for quite some time?
“I told you we broke up…”
Oh, fuck. It’s her. It must be.
“You know Minho? Lee Minho?” you ask her now, moving your body around to see her full face. As if this would answer the question because, once again, Minho had never introduced his back then partner to anyone in the group. Which is a big red flag. Perhaps, Jisung has met her but you aren’t sure about that. Was it that smart to start some tutoring lessons with Minho of all people?
“Yeah, he’s my ex. You know him too?” Areum tilts her head and looks at you like a fawn. It makes sense, she kind of has similarities with the animal. You chuckle, while your lemon earrings start dangling around.
“N-Not that well.” I just came all over his thigh last night and my lips got all puffy from making out with him. We also signed a contract that he is gonna take my virginity in order to teach me how to pleasure his good friend Hyunjin. “My friends are friends with him but that’s it.” You’re such a bad liar. Well, Minho can’t be considered your friend after all. However, you are still closer than normal acquaintances or even enemies would ever be.
“Waaait. Now it all makes sense,” Areum lets out and you can basically observe a lightbulb appear above her head. “You are Y/L/N Y/N, aren’t you?”
“Yup, that’s me!” you reply, awkwardly waving your hand as if you are introducing yourself another time. Changbin turns around in the meantime when another guy he seems to know plops down on the chair next to him. Your attention is fully on Areum, who is reaching for your hands to place them into her own as if you are best friends. She’s smiling brightly, perfectly white teeth almost blinding you, as she shakes your hands.
“I’ve heard lots of things about you,” she says, absolutely amazed and you don’t know what to think about it.
“I hope only good things though,” you half-jokingly answer.
“Of course, dear,” she reassures you. “It’s a shame that Minho has never introduced us. Well, to be fair, his lack of participation when it comes to getting introduced to friends and family was the main reason why the relationship ended but I don’t want to bore you with stuff like this.”
Yeah. Back to the walking red flag called Minho’s approach on his last relationship. You remember when he casually mentioned a girlfriend in a conversation with your friend group and all of you started wondering why he hadn't told you earlier. Sure, there are people in this world that keep all things private but there’s still a slight chance for another reason being there. You probably won’t ever find out and it doesn’t really matter to you anyway, right?
“I’m sorry about that Areum,” you say then but she tells you that everything is alright and it’s not your fault. Oh, if you only knew, Y/N. There is in fact a reason why Minho was so hesitant to introduce his now ex to the friend group but if that ever reaches you he might as well leave the country and adapt a new identity.
You get startled when your phone that’s placed with the screen up on the table receives a message, the device vibrating on the wooden surface. Your eyes snap towards the source of the noise, reading a notification of none other than the ex boyfriend of the girl who is currently sitting next to you. Fuck. You reach for it, clumsily trying to lock it again but successfully failing your attempt. Watching your phone drop down, you listen to the sound of it hitting the floor.
“Oh, Y/N, be careful,” Areum says, reaching for your device and picking it up. You pray that she doesn’t read the notification and when she gives you back your phone, you see that she respectfully didn’t catch a glimpse of your screen. “Thank you,” you say, taking it back, before your eyes hover over the message.
[ Minho ]: I’m gonna pick you up at 4PM from your house. Wear something comfortable that will keep you warm.
At 4PM sharp your phone vibrates again, another message being sent by Minho in which he tells you he is here. The two of you agreed that it isn’t the smartest idea if he rings your doorbell—after all, Felix shares this apartment with you and gets suspicious about even the smallest details. You feel bad about the fact you have to kind of lie to your best friend that you are gonna meet with a friend from uni for studying, especially when he offered to go there with you. So, here you find yourself now, dressed in another bright dress—a green one this time—and apple earrings swaying back and forth that match the exact same shade. You’ve got your hair in the most comfortable style that fits you. Throwing your jacket over your shoulders after you put on your shoes, you grab your bag and leave the building.
Minho looks the same as always, a smirk on his face when he sees you stepping down the stairs, combined with the emotionless glance his eyes always shoot anyone’s way. If there was a Wikipedia entry of what a resting bitch face is, you are sure someone must have put a picture of your frenemy beside it. Wait. Frenemy? Sorry, enemy of course. A little kissing and dry humping obviously doesn’t turn you into friends or something on the verge of that. Minho nods as a way to greet you, before he tells you to follow him to the subway station close to your house. The whole way inside the public transport he doesn’t tell you where the hell you are heading to and it plays stupid games with your level of anxiety. However, you manage to get there and after an additional five minute walk you are standing in front of a building that lets your eyes widening.
“How did you know that I like ice skating?” you ask, your mouth falling agape. The request of what to wear today makes absolute sense now. How haven’t you realised? Well, in your defense you weren’t even aware that Minho knew that you love said activity.
“You’ve mentioned it once,” he says, shrugging his shoulders as if it’s nothing. Once. You mentioned it once. And he remembered it? God, you’ve gotta slow down now before your heart does jumping jacks. One could say that Minho just uses this agreement as an excuse to subtly date you but he would never admit that. He’s already too deep inside a mess he’s willingly created. Shit, you’re here with him because you want to prepare yourself for what’s yet to come with his friend Hyunjin and Minho finds himself thinking about an ideal world where you are his girlfriend. How stupid is he?
When he’s on the ice rink with you, said thoughts don’t quite get eliminated. In fact, they only grew in quantity and size. It’s a shame this is all just for or pretence. One could think it’s weird he is even taking you here, after all he promised to teach you all the physical things you lack skills in but he is also aware that—especially regarding the dynamic between you two—he needs to build some trust first. Hopefully, it’ll help and not just make him fall even more for you. Speaking of falling—one second he doesn’t pay attention and trips over his own feet, crashing right into you. Minho swings you to the ground, almost landing on top of you. “Shit! Are you okay?”
You giggle, “I am, no worries. Are you okay though, Min?”
Min. You’ve never called him that before but he likes it, he has to admit. You use this name in all those dreams and fantasies he’s had about you, as well. Fuck. He’s gonna fall down and kiss the ice surface with his face any minute again if you keep messing with his head like this.
“Minho? You okay?” Right. You were talking to him. He clears his throat, pretending to be completely normal when he is anything but that. He’s always felt normal in his life—except for on occasions when his heart was touched. By you, to be specific. Not by any of his friends and, as sad as it sounds, not even by Areum during their relationship. Minho feels ashamed and disgusted about himself sometimes.
“I’m alright,” he manages to let out. “Another round?” You nod and help him get up again. In the process, you both almost trip and drop another time but luckily this time his strong arms hold you. God, has Minho always been this… muscular? You’re gonna go insane any time soon. You’re not entirely sure if this is such a good idea but there’s no backing off anymore. Once you start something you are gonna finish it too. That’s a trait of yourself that’s both a curse and a blessing. When the two of you are standing upright again, you cruise another few rounds on the ice rink, holding Minho’s hand whenever he starts tumbling around. You’ve wondered why he’s even invited you here but you are, firstly, a bit nervous to ask and, secondly, already sure that he probably does this to establish some bond of trust between you two for everything physical that’s about to follow. For a second you think it might be more than just this—until you get reminded again that Minho doesn’t really like you in the first place so you push those delusional thoughts aside.
However, you keep wondering why on earth he’s even agreed to this. After your first class this morning and meeting Areum, you keep thinking it must have something to do with her. Maybe he’s still not over her and uses you as a rebound. If that’s the case, you wanna be mad at him until you remember that you are technically only using him to get closer to Hyunjin too.
Oh, Y/N, this is gonna be some rough ride of a roller coaster.
You’ve been back at Minho’s apartment for a couple of minutes, he offered you something to drink but you only opted for water. It’s not like he wanted to give you alcohol anyway since the two of you know that studying works best when sober, right?
“Make yourself comfortable,” he tells you, pointing at the sofa where you sat on just yesterday. God, the images of last evening haven’t left your mind. You sink down on the soft cushion. You clear your throat while you wait for Minho to join you and half a minute later he’s there. He leaves some respectful space between the two of you, mostly to be blamed on the fact of how nervous he currently is. What the hell is this? He’s supposed to be the confident one here but somehow ends up having his heart bursting out of his chest.
“Do you have…anything on your mind? Anything you wanna try out?” Minho cringes at his own words but desperately tries to hide it. Judging from your face, he is successful with it. On top of that, you are rather occupied with your own thoughts right now. You’ve thought about a lot of things that you would like to learn from Minho. Many, many things appear inside your head when reminiscing the sensual scenes of last night.
“I.. I really liked what we did yesterday,” you confess, only now realising this is the first time you are talking about what happened twenty four hours ago. Which is quite ironic since the picture of you on top of him, straddling his lap and grinding over his muscular thigh has basically been the main focus of your thoughts since then.
“Well, thanks for the compliment,” Minho says, clicking his tongue. Shit. You forgot that you should definitely not feed him with any more praise since this man’s ego is already big enough for whatever reason. Well, you know the reason. Minho is handsome, you can’t deny that, he’s a pretty good kisser—not as if you are the best judge in this case with not knowing many people to compare him to—and hopefully has great skills beyond that, which he must have because otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to your little odd arrangement. “But what would you like to try out? We said that we would do things at your pace, so tell me what you wanna do at that pace.”
The thing is—you don’t know what you want to do. You are inexperienced, after all. It’s not like your fantasies aren’t creative but you still have no idea what your sexual preferences and perhaps even possible kinks are. Whenever you’ve tried to let your mind run free, during some lonely nights, two fingers passing your pyjama pants and playing a little with your pussy, it didn’t always get you somewhere. Sure, you’ve managed to make yourself come from time to time but it didn’t feel… great. Perhaps, you’ve been doing something wrong, who knows.
“Y/N? I need you to be honest with me,” Minho continues and for a second you wonder if he is a mind reader, “you won’t be able to have a good time with Hyunjin if you don’t even know what you yourself are into. This is the key for a good sex life, trust me. Apart from communicating with the other person which we are currently doing.”
You gulp and a nod follows. You know that he’s right. Still, you feel kinda awkward about this whole situation but you try to remind yourself that it’s alright. This is all new for you so it’s probably normal to feel a bit weird to talk about such intimate topics.
“I’m… not sure, honestly,” you admit. Minho takes a deep breath, contemplating if he should just talk further with you about this or just make a move. But then again, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. “Please don’t get mad at me for asking but when was the last time you touched yourself?”
“Uhm, I think two or three weeks ago. It didn’t get me anywhere, though, so I haven’t tried again since then.”
“Okay. Have you come before while masturbating?” You let out an awkward giggle, your arms reaching around your upper body as if you are hugging yourself. “I have… but it wasn’t the best.”
“I see, I see,” Minho says, “how about… and you can always decline—please know this, but I believe that you learn the best while doing and presenting, you know? How about you show me… how you usually do this, hm?”
Oh, God. Your heart is pumping out of you, on the verge of exploding.
“S-Show you?”
Minho shifts a little in his seat. He obviously doesn’t want to scare you off with his suggestions that he is wording but he also doesn’t want to make some mistake in just rushing things with you. He’s never been overthinking this much with a woman. He’s never worried about making mistakes but here he is. “Only if you are comfortable of course. You will guide me and tell me how to touch you. We can kiss a little and just see where things lead to, hm? You liked kissing me, didn’t you?”
“Y-Yeah… liked kissing you, hm,” you admit. That’s the little push he needs to get closer to you. It all feels as if it’s happening in slow motion, when he guardedly eliminates the space between the two of you and gets closer. You catch a glimpse of his beautiful brown eyes, your glances wandering down to his pretty lips. You think back to how they felt pressed against your own, fitting so perfectly. Okay, calm down. It’s just kissing. And today also a little more but you can do this, Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. No big deal.
Minho’s lips catch your own in a passionate kiss and you could swear this one is even better than the ones yesterday. If that’s even possible. Warmth spreads through your body, when he grabs your jaw and pulls you closer. He’s taking the full initiative this time and it makes you feel confident, comfortable, safe. When he pulls away from you for a second, it needs all the strength you’ve got to not slip out a desperate little noise. But Minho quickly continues, his hands now wandering down your sides, roaming over your curves and taking in every part of your body. He’s absolutely in love with the way you dress—the green dress really compliments you and in combination with the apple jewellery dangling from your ears you complete this look adorably. However, he’s a little scared to do some damage to the earrings which is why he tells you to maybe put them away and you follow suit.
Once you’ve done that, he gets closer again, placing a hasty kiss on the side of your mouth before the little patterns start blossoming on your jawline, your neck and wander down. But he holds himself back. You’ve agreed to do this step by step, slowly at your pace. His fingers travel south, passing your waist, your hips and your ass, until they slip under your dress. Minho keeps his eyes on yours at all times and when you whisper a small ‘yes, please’, he knows he’s doing everything correctly. He has to hold back a mischievous chuckle but you seem to be so deep in your thoughts that you wouldn’t notice anyway.
Your dress gets pushed a little upwards, revealing your tights to Minho. “Pull them off,” you let out, not quite getting where the sudden confidence is coming from. But Minho does as he’s told, taking off the fabric and revealing your underwear to him. You observe his tongue grazing over his lips, wetting them and for a second he imagines how it would be like to go down on you until he decides against it. Step by step, right? However, his hand is already back right between your legs that you obediently part for him. His fingertips are grazing over your soaked panties, forcing a whimper out of your mouth. You sound so adorable, it’s unbelievable.
“Can I take these off?” Minho asks, his gaze colliding with your own. You hastily nod, spreading your thighs even further. “Yes. Take them off.” Minho follows suit, sliding down the last remaining material that hides your pussy from the man hovering above you. Your cunt now exposed to him, you start getting a little shy, although you are completely forgetting that this is in fact Minho who is doing this with you. The guy in your friend group who you don’t get along with and suddenly he’s so gentle with you. But you’ve got no time to worry about any of this, when he says, “Y/N. It’s okay. It’s just me, yeah? You wanna keep going?”
How does he manage to make you feel like this? It should be illegal. Still, you nod and dare to part your legs a little further again. The view makes his mouth water but he holds back a little, only spreading your pussy lips apart with his fingers and finding exactly what he’s been looking for—you’re absolutely wet for him. He’s gonna lose his mind tonight, that one is for sure. “Show me what you like, Y/N,” he lets out, barely a whisper.
You’re unsure if he wants you to guide him or do it yourself but when you reach for his hand, he takes control instead and lets your own fingertips graze over your wetness. “Come on, touch yourself, princess.” You do as you’re told, heavy breaths escaping you and Minho, when you start pleasuring yourself. Two of your fingers find your clit, drawing circles around it while you keep your eyes fixated on his. You’re sure you’re gonna faint at any second, especially when he whispers again, “Yeah, just like that. You look adorable like this, you know that?”
For some reason, the fact that Minho is more experienced than you and the one who’s guiding you, just turns you on more—if that’s even possible at this point. You continue with your little movements, moans slipping out of you but it doesn’t feel good enough. Just like those times when you tried it on your own, home alone. It’s nice, for sure, but not nice enough. Your eyebrows are scrunched together, chest rising up from the fast breaths you let out and your heart racing at the speed of light. But no matter what you do—if you adjust the pace, change the movements a little or part your legs further—it’s just not enough. So, gathering up together all your confidence and ask Minho for help is inevitable at this point.
“Minho… please. I… I can’t…” you let out. By now, Minho is rock hard inside his pants, his poor cock being neglected in there but you don’t seem to noticed, way too focused on your own little issue. “You can’t what?” That stupid smirk on his face just arouses you more.
“Need your h-help,” you confess and all that menace does is chuckle. Rough kisses erupt on your neck, leading you on even more and it is so much fun to him, it’s unbelievable. “You need me, huh?” You can’t with him. Not in the state you are in right now, your legs spread and your fingers playing with yourself, entirely exposed to the man above you. “Stop teasing me.”
Minho scoffs, his lips getting close to your ear, “Says the tease herself, hm?” But then he lets go again, just to add, “Okay, darling. Lay on your back for me, yeah?”
You nod, following suit. Your entire body hits the sofa, the soft cushion shifting under your weight. Minho is hovering over you, his hand replacing your movements, now right at your wetness where you own had been just seconds prior. “Can I touch you?” It’s barely a whisper but you still tell him to keep going.
And it feels a thousand times better, as if you leveled up and are close to tasting heaven, when his fingers start grazing over your sensitive nub. He riles you up even more, before two of his digits come dangerously close to your soaking entrance. When Minho receives a little encouragement from you, he pushes one of them aside. You instantly start clenching around it but he takes his time to let you get used to the new feeling. His fingers are a lot bigger than your own, so one of them surely feels like two of yours. He’s stretching you out so nicely, always making sure to continue the sensual motions on your clit with his thumb. Minho is thrusting in and out of you until you’re ready to take another one of his fingers. A moan leaves your mouth, but you allow him to take the upper hand in this.
Minho is driving you closer to the edge without doing much, but the way he uses his fingers to pleasure you is beyond this world. This doesn’t even come remotely close to every time you’ve tried it yourself.
“Feels good, Min” you praise him, the name threatening to make him come untouched inside his pants. God. He’s never witnessed himself being so pathetic but he doesn’t mind at all if he thinks about it. Well, if he was able to think straight right now. It’s not easy to focus on anything else, if you are whimpering for him, while your liquids are coating his fingers and your walls are tightening around him.
“And you’re such a good girl, hm? Finally figured out how to turn you into a good girl for me, princess.”
Without a warning, you reach your high, when you clench around his digits and sparkles start blinding your vision. Utmost pleasure rushes through your veins, when your legs are shaking again like they did yesterday and the sensation takes over you. Your soul leaves your body for a second that you are sure of, but Minho keeps guiding you through your high, praising you some more, before his pace drops. When you’re breathing normally again, he pulls his fingers out of you again. You watch him guide them to his mouth before they slip inside and he licks them clean. An almost animalistic sound leaves him and you gulp, not yet realising what kind of mess you’ve entered here.
How is one supposed to go on with their life normally when Lee Minho just gave them the best orgasm of their life only with his fingers?
You’re somewhat back to reality half an hour later. Minho has made some food for the both of you, once again playing all gentleman and swiping your feet off the ground with his cooking skills. Okay, it’s enough. Calm down, Y/N. It’s just food. But also a good way to conquer your heart–
“Would you like some more?” he asks, ripping you out of the spiral of thoughts that’s running through your brain. You shake your head no but give him a smile that is rather just the motion of your lips pressing against each other. Minho gets up then and carries away the dishes, telling you to sit down again when you offer any help. Why is he like this? So… kind? You’re seriously getting second guesses if this was such a good idea. The dynamic has grown weird to say the least. But then again, today has also shown that you can in fact feel comfortable and safe around him, despite the two of you not being that close. At least up until now. Sometimes you wished you could worry less but that’s how life is. Unfortunately.
“Thank you for today, Minho,” you decide to say then, a little nervous and still so very much confused about all this. Maybe you should just get some sleep and think about it tomorrow when you have a much clearer mind again. Hopefully.
“Oh, don’t forget your earrings,” Minho lets out, reaching for the jewellery that he had placed on the couch table earlier in order to not accidentally damage them or anything. Your fingertips graze over his, when he hands you the two green apples but you ignore the rushing sensation sprinting straight through your chest. When you are about to put them back in, he suddenly decides to help you, turning this whole situation even more domestic than it should be. But you let him. Half a minute later, he helps you back into your coat and reaches for his own jacket.
“Are you going outside, too?”
He nods, “Yeah, I’ll bring you home. It’s already dark outside.” Oh. You seriously haven’t expected this. But you are smart enough to not argue with Minho and despite that, you are also very much a woman and walking home alone at such a late hour isn’t the smartest idea in order to feel safe. And Minho grants you exactly this—safety. As ridiculous as it sounds. He puts on his shoes and you do the same, before you throw your bag over your shoulder.
All of a sudden, there’s a knock on his front door. From the other side, the hallway. Minho’s eyes are widening and he places his index finger on his lips, telling you to keep quiet. He carefully opens the door and you hide behind it. Why on earth does his apartment not have a spy hole? He doesn’t let the person in but judging by the shrill and annoying voice you can clearly tell who is visiting Minho tonight.
“Jisung, why are you here?”
Oh, fuck no. Under no circumstances your friend can find out that you are at his best friend’s—aka your enemy’s—apartment. How would you even explain this situation to him? Oh, Ji, by the way, we haven’t told you but I’ve been meeting Minho these past couple of days because he is teaching me how to make a man come so I can satisfy Hyunjin better once he’s back. Yes, I know you found this idea about asking someone to tutor me hilarious, funny that I’m actually doing it, right? Yeah. Sounds ridiculous just like this whole situation.
“Bro, that’s not how you greet your best friend when he’s here for you with beer and takeaway,” the younger one says and without being able to see Minho right now you know that he’s once again rolling his eyes. You can also hear him scoff which adds to it.
“What did you do?”
Of course Minho immediately suspects that his best friend must have gotten in trouble and you wouldn’t be surprised either if you are honest. “What do you mean? Why do you instantly think that I—alright, okay. I need to crash on your couch. There was a leaking pipe in my student dorm and they are currently taking care of it. Like an emergency. But I brought drinks and snacks as well as my Mario Kart game that you always love to play,” Jisung rambles.
“Fine,” Minho says. He obviously can’t decline his best friend entrance, especially if said best friend is in need and doesn’t have a place to sleep tonight. “Uhm, just a second.”
“Are you hiding something, bro? Or someone? Are you back together with Areum—please don’t say yes especially not if we both know that you are actually–“
“Will you just cut it? If you wanna know—you kinda… uhm, interrupted me in the middle of something and I have to clean some stuff, you know,” Minho explains. Well, a good half-lie. He makes it sound as if he was jerking off, which he technically was but how he’s wording it Jisung believes that Minho spent some good time on his own. A great idea to hide the evidence—you.
“Oh, yeah. I mean, no issue for me. But I know you are always weird and secretive about this. You know what? I’ll hand you these,” Jisung offers, giving Minho the drinks and food he brought with him, “I’m gonna head downstairs again and buy some other snacks and a pack of cigarettes.”
“No smoking inside. You’ll have to use my balcony,” he reminds his best friend. “Of course, boss. No worries about that. I’ll be right back.”
A second later, Jisung runs down the stairs again and Minho closes the front door. “That was risky,” he lets out and a breath he’s been holding escapes out of his mouth with it. “I’m so sorry about this, about him.”
It's not like it’s Minho’s fault. Maybe it was a little careless to believe that Jisung wouldn’t just appear here. After all, he often spontaneously knocks on your apartment’s door too. “It’s alright. I’ll see you tomorrow on campus?” you ask and Minho nods. “Sure. Good night, Y/N.”
[ Minho ]: Please text me when you’re home so I know that you’re safe.
The message pops up on your phone when you’re on the subway. You are glad that there’s a group of women on your train with you, making you feel a little safer. Sure, not as safe as Minho could but still. You still can’t believe what happened and thinking back to the scene on his couch makes you giggle like a teenage girl, someone could almost think you’ve got a crush on him or something. Which you obviously don’t. Minho is still Minho and you are still you. Besides that, there are only four days left until Hyunjin is back and he will hopefully ask you out.
A few minutes later, the public transport reaches your station and you get out. When you reach your apartment building, you run up the stairs, ready to get home and take off your makeup and change into comfort clothes. You type in the code for your front door and it opens, before you enter your flat. You call out Felix since you hear some of his giggles echoing from the living room. It sounds as if he’s talking to someone. Strange. He didn’t announce any company tonight but maybe a friend is visiting. You take off your shoes and jacket, get into your slippers and walk toward the source of the noise. Just when you are about to enter the room, Felix stands up and runs to you in order to hug you.
“Y/N, you’re back! Guess who’s here and came back early from Paris?”
Oh, wow. This can’t be. You take a few steps forward and a tall certain someone reveals himself. You let out a chuckle, not quite grasping that Hyunjin is actually here, before he pulls you into a long and tight hug, too. “I missed you, angel.” God, that name. He’s called you by that name a couple of times but tonight it sounds extraordinarily pretty spilling from his beautiful lips. “I missed you too, Jinnie.” It almost looks as if there are tears in his eyes but he’s probably just happy and released to be back in his hometown. He’s been far away for far too long after all.
“How’ve you been? You’ve got some studying done?” Right. That’s what you told Felix what you’d be doing tonight. You gulp, feeling a bit bad for lying to both your best friend and Hyunjin. “Y-Yeah. Quite boring but you know how it is. I’m so glad you’re back, though!” You notice Felix walking away, disappearing somewhere in the kitchen to give his two best friends some space.
“Y/N, listen. I’ve meant it by the way. My text and all. Once you’re ready and have time I’d love to take you out on a date,” he tells you, confirming that he actually might be serious this time. A bright smile is shining all over your face, when you excitedly nod. “Yes, of course.”
Hyunjin explains then that he wanted to surprise you and this is why he showed up at your apartment but only Felix was here. He’s still got all of his luggage with him and since you already seem to be tired and have classes in the morning, your roommate offers to drive Hyunjin to his old apartment. You tell them good night, pulling your crush into another hug and he places a soft kiss on your cheek. You’re gonna turn into a puddle anytime soon. Watching them leave the house, you head toward the bathroom and get ready for bed, before you fall down on the mattress and doze off into sleep within minutes.
And of course with only Hyunjin on your mind, totally forgetting that you were supposed to text Minho that you made it back home safely…
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.
He scoffs. “As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, dry humping, minho calls reader ‘princess’ and ‘good girl’ ]
[ words ]: 6.5K
[ note ]: here is the first chapter! I am so nervous omggg I dearly hope you will like it. If you enjoyed this very first chapter I’d appreciate it a lot if you shared your thoughts with me by commenting, reblogging or sending an ask. 🌸
“Y/N? I asked if you are with us.”
Your gaze shoots up to your freckled friend. His big eyes look at you, desperately awaiting an answer. It seems as if you zoned out yet again which isn’t that surprising considering what is shining bright on your phone screen at the moment. How are you supposed to focus on the conversation happening in front of you when your crush texted you?
“Sorry, what?”
He sighs and Jisung next to him lets out a warmhearted chuckle. Once again your head is anywhere except for a part of the current topic. It’s been like this for some time. But staring at the notification on your phone a second time lets you dive deep into the mess you call your heart. He texted you. Not the group chat. Neither Felix nor Jisung—at least not that you know of. He decided to message you first. This has to mean something, right? You still haven’t opened said chat, way too much hyperventilating inside to even unlock your device right now.
“God, Y/N, what is going on with you today?” Jisung asks with a scoff, taking a glimpse at your phone but he can’t see the notification from this angle. Luckily. You have no idea how your two friends would react. You know for a fact that Jisung isn’t quite the biggest fan of the man who just reached out to you right now—a feud that has been going on way before you fell in love with him. Sometimes you think it’s a little childish how they act around one another but then you realise that Minho—the fifth in your group—and you are no different. Fortunately the oldest isn’t here right now, this would just make the whole situation even more embarrassing.
“You’re gonna laugh at me.”
Should you tell them? They will find out sooner or later anyway. Perhaps, Felix could at least give you some advice—what to reply, how to approach this situation in general—if just Jisung wasn’t here, ready to give his two cents to any discussion he isn’t even a part of. Felix tilts his head a little, before his hand reaches out for you. Palm laying flat against your shoulder, his thumb starts caressing you, while your friend gives you a reassuring smile. It helps you calm down a little.
“There is nothing that you should be embarrassed about. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three things he’s done that are more embarrassing,” he says with a grin. And earns a nudge in his side from your other friend.
“So, you’re not gonna laugh at me?” you want to make sure just another time. They both shake their heads in unison, as Felix keeps grazing over your shoulder with his hand, squeezing your arm a little.
“He… he texted me,” you confess. The reactions from your friends couldn’t be any different—whereas Felix is carrying the brightest smile on his face, Jisung has one eyebrow raised, emphasizing how suspicious he feels about anything your crush does. After all, he was the one who helped you most through your heartbreak half a year ago, when said guy decided to confess his feelings to you just one day before leaving the country to go on an exchange year in France.
“What did he say?” Felix asks. Of course, your friends instantly know who you are talking about. After all, topics surrounding your crush haven’t left your lips even six months after he left. And now he is back. You still can’t believe it although you know he was gonna be here again soon. Maybe, subconsciously, you were just praying for more time to figure out how to act around him.
“Here… this is his message,” you say, giving your friends your phone. They grab it and you instantly turn away. Felix’s eyes widen and those of Jisung start rolling, meeting his brain. When you reach for your device again, you read the message for the first time.
[ Hyunjin ]: Hey, Y/N. I will land in Seoul next Friday. I’d love to go to a café with you once I am back. Tell me if you are free. I have missed you a lot. ❤️
He asked for you. Specifically. From what you can tell he hasn’t texted your other friends yet. No message to Felix, Jisung and—well, sure, you don’t know if Hyunjin has reached out to Minho which would be possible, considering how close these two are but you want to believe you are something special to the man you have been crushing on for years. It’s picture perfect, straight out of a cheesy romance movie. The two of you met during your first semester of college three years ago, quickly becoming part of the same friend group. He’s—besides Felix—the person you are closest with which allows you to have a stable base for whatever is to follow.
But then he moved away twelve hours after confessing to you. Timing much, right?
“Oh no, don’t go down that road again, Y/N,” Jisung immediately says, his eyebrows scrunched, the palms of his hands glued together as if he is pleading for you to follow his advice.
“You’re still a Hyunjin hater?” Jisung hastily nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest now. You weren’t aware that this would affect him so much. “Yes, who the hell confesses their undying love to their close friend just the day right before they go on a flight to Paris for an exchange semester? Ah right, Hwang Hyunjin!”
“It was not as dramatic as you make it seem,” you scoff, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in annoyance although you know that Jisung might just be describing reality.
“It in fact was. I had to bring so many buckets of ice cream to your dorm that the cashier asked me if I resell them, am involved in dropshipping or use them for money laundering—however that works together,” your friend is basically yelling at this point, almost hyperventilating about how you could say such things. He can’t believe all this talking half a year ago was for nothing if you take Hyunjin back at the first chance given. You pushed those memories aside. But the scenes become crystal clear again—how Jisung visited your apartment, trying out flavour after flavour of every ice cream. At the end of those two weeks of full heartbreak you thought you were gonna become lactose intolerant.
“Yes. But he is here now, you know? We don’t have that distance anymore and I am ready for… whatever the future holds,” you admit with a small smile that feels almost forced. This is what you have wanted for years. You have wanted to be the girl on Hyunjin’s side since you met him. Why give up now when you can basically taste what you’ve been hoping for?
The door to the apartment you share with Felix swings open, revealing a certain someone who owns the only spare key. You’ve always wanted Jisung to be the owner of that precious object but your roommate soon convinced you that this probably wouldn’t be the smartest idea. So, you decided—against your preference—to hand it to Minho instead. He is now standing inside the living room, after taking off his shoes and storing away his jacket. Two paper bags in his hands, he approaches the group and plops down on the empty space on the big couch.
“Sorry, I’m late. Dance practice was extraordinarily annoying today,” Minho greets you while opening the stuff he brought, revealing takeout inside of it. This guy seriously believes he can apologise for anything with food. It doesn’t help that he either manages to cook five-star worthy meals or buys meals from your favourite restaurants just like he’s done this time.
“Nooo, Min, what happened?” Jisung’s attention is immediately turned to the oldest member of the friend group—and partly to the hamburgers and chilli cheese fries in front of him. Felix gets up for a second, grabbing four glasses and one big bottle of coke.
Your gaze switches towards the newest member of tonight’s ensemble.
Lee Minho.
A walking mystery and the one person of your close circle that you have never really gotten along with. You’re just too different. Almost as if you are caught in some romance book, your trope could be described as sunshine and grumpy asshole. He makes fun of you on a daily basis whenever you share something you are excited about.
“Where were we with the Hyunjin issue?”
Jisung manages to drag you back to the present conversation. You try to blame your lack of attention on the immaculate food but this just brings you back to the actual problem—Minho. The way he is staring at you right now, a smirk decorating his beautiful face, makes you turn absolutely furious, on the verge of exploding when your emotions bubble up from your stomach to your head.
“Hyunjin issue?” Minho teases. You can see him click his tongue, as he reaches for more fries.
“Yeah he texted her and asked to go on a date and–“
“Will you cut it, Ji?” you tell him, nudging him into the side. You’d only have half as many problems if Jisung’s brain to mouth filter would for once properly work. Since you are too busy scolding your bratty friend, you don’t notice Minho’s reaction. The smirk is long gone, his expression turned into something that’s painted by annoyance and… jealousy. But you don’t see it. Luckily, for him.
“Don’t listen to him. Have you already replied to him?” Felix asks now, bringing your focus back to what actually counts. Right. Hwang Hyunjin. And the fact that he wants to continue your relationship where it left off. Whatever that means. You’ve never been a couple, that is for sure. Although you were so close if he didn’t decide to go to Paris for six months. You’ve never been one to stand between him and his dreams but you wished he decided to wait a little longer with his confession so the past half a year wouldn’t have been this heart wrenching. You shake your head no, desperately trying to avoid your best friend’s eyes.
“Do you not want to go on a date with him? Isn’t this what you have been waiting for for half a year now?” your roommate asks further and you can’t understand why he just doesn’t stop. Sure, Felix always wants to help you but sometimes he’s almost as bad at reading the room as Jisung is. They both know that Minho will use any small detail he gets about your private life to make fun of you at the first chance given.
“Y-Yeah, it is… it’s just—ugh, forget it,” you interrupt yourself. There is a very specific reason why you are a bit hesitant regarding the whole Hyunjin situation. But it’s something you definitely can’t confess right now. Not here. Not in front of your enemy. It sounds so dramatic but you definitely wouldn’t consider Minho your friend either. You’re just too different.
“What’s the issue then, Y/N? Why are you having second guesses?”
“Because Hyunjin is a piece of–“
“Cut it out now, will you?” Felix hisses at Jisung. Your roommate looks at you with a silent expression that tells you this is a safe space despite Minho being here. Sometimes your best friend and you communicate on a level like this, it’s truly amazing. So, should you just tell them? It’s not a secret anyway. Minho can’t use anything against you that everybody knows already.
“I’m… inexperienced,” you mumble so quietly that none of them have caught whatever you said. But then again on a second thought, you feel comfortable enough to share your secrets with Felix and even Jisung—as long as he promises to not tease you—but Minho? You’re not entirely sure about that yet.
“Y/N, were you yourself even able to understand what you said? We couldn’t hear you,” Jisung says.
You roll your eyes. It’s gonna be okay, you know that. They won’t judge you for anything. After all, you’ve never thought badly of them because of any story about their love lives they shared. Except for Minho because he never shares anything when it comes to this topic. You know that he just left a long term relationship some weeks ago but that’s all. He had rarely ever shared any details about his now ex girlfriend.
The rambling thoughts keep sprinting through your head as if they are trying to win some marathon. You’ve got this. It’s okay. No one is gonna judge you, right?
“I’m… I’m inexperienced, okay?”
A huge weight drops off your shoulders once the words leave your mouth and fill the room. Immediately, your friend’s faces soften—emphasis on friends since Minho’s expression stays as neutral as ever—which helps you calm down a little.
“In dating? Most of us are, I blame this on our generation who can’t get into serious relationships anymore. If I hear the word situationship another time I’m gonna lose my mind,” Felix complains. Your best friend has had a crush on his gym coach for some time now but he is way too shy to ask Changbin out. So, you’re not surprised your roommate relates to your problems.
But that’s not even the main point here. Sure, you’re all somewhat messed up when it comes to commitment issues but if it was only about dating you wouldn’t make such a scene right now. It’s more than that. What terrifies you most is the fact that you’ve never gotten beyond kissing with anyone. It always feels as if everyone your age has made their fair share of sexual experiences and you are still at the same level you have been for years. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin when you’re already in your early twenties but the insecurities have been eating you alive, making you compare yourself with everyone else.
Especially Hyunjin. What if you’re not… good enough for him? Yes, rationally speaking you know that’s bullshit because, one, your crush isn’t like that and, second, you wouldn’t date someone who doesn’t respect you. However, sometimes you can’t quite control those stupid thoughts and emotions inside of you.
“It’s not just… dating and serious stuff, you know. Also… regarding… you know what.”
Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes, “God, Y/N, you can’t even say the word sex. But what do we expect from a virgin?”
Okay. You take that back. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened up this topic while he is here.
“Minho, shut up. Just because she isn’t comfortable openly talking about such an intimate topic doesn’t automatically mean that she’s a virgin. Right, Y/N?” Fortunately, you can always count of Felix to defend you when others talk shit about you. Unfortunately, this time said shit also equals the truth. “Right?”
And your lack of response tells enough for the three men to grasp why you are so insecure about this all.
“Oh, you… you actually are a virgin,” Felix mutters. You let out a huff, before you take another sip from your drink. “Yes, okay? I am a virgin. I’ve never gotten beyond kissing someone.”
“Hyunjin?” your roommate adds further.
“Y-Yeah. He was my first kiss during some truth or dare game during our first semester. The night before he left he kissed me again,” you explain. Thinking back at how nice his plump lips felt pressed against your own makes your knees give out and you are glad that you’re already seated.
“But, why?” Jisung earns another nudge to his side from Felix. “Ouch, Lix, calm down.” He brings his gaze back to you. “I was just wondering because I didn’t expect it. Is there a reason if it’s okay I’m asking?”
The fact that Jisung is actually considerate this time gives you a bit of comfort. “I was waiting for the right person… but I realised that I don’t want this anymore. This is what past-Y/N was hoping for.”
“That person being Hyunjin?” Felix asks, already knowing the answer. When you nod, he realises his assumptions are right. “But that’s romantic. This way you can experience all those first times together.”
“I don’t wanna break those pink glasses you are wearing but Hyunjin is basically the opposite of Y/N when it comes to this,” Minho explains.
“How do you know?”
“Dance practise.”
Your stomach does a turn. You’ve already known this, rumours exist for a reason. But hearing it from Minho—and him actually sounding honest—gives you the confirmation you weren’t hoping for.
“So, yeah, that’s the issue,” you continue or rather sum things up.
“Why is that an issue?” your roommate looks at you confused.
“I… I don’t wanna date him or whatever with zero experience. I’m gonna make a fool out of myself,” you confess.
“So, what? You’re gonna attend a course?” Jisung jokingly asks.
“No… well… I had an idea for some time, in case the situation of Hyunjin asking me out or whatever occurs, but I am now realising how dumb it is.”
“There is nothing dumb about any of your ideas. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three ideas he’s had that are dumber,” Felix grins again, copying his words from earlier but Jisung doesn’t react anymore.
“It’s seriously stupid. I was considering asking someone to… practise with me. You know, h-how dating works and… other stuff.”
Jisung’s mouth falls agape, “Look at you. I love the idea!”
“Of course you would love such a stupid idea,” Felix mumbles. “Y/N, who would that even be?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, it’s a dumb idea,” you repeat. Your best friend scoots a little closer to you, pulling you into a lazy half-hug. “You know that you don’t have to have any experience to date Hyunjin, right? He will understand…”
“That’s… that’s not the only issue,” you say with a cough. Right. Because there is something else that has been harassing your mind or rather your… body.
“What else is it?”
Heat rushes to your face. You can’t speak this out loud. This goes beyond the scope of every secret you have shared tonight.
“I’ll be right back,” Minho says, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You wonder if he has done it on purpose to give you some space and allow you to talk freely with your friends. He seems to have some manners after all.
“So, Y/N?” Felix asks again and you know it’s inevitable at this point. You take another deep breath before you start, “I… I feel like I’m missing out. I am just curious, you know?”
Jisung smiles, “So in other words, you are horny?”
“If you wanna call it that,” you mumble.
“You know, I can always help you with that issue,” Jisung adds and a wink follows. You’ve thought about it too, you can’t deny that part. After all, your friend basically has the words ‘down to fuck’ written on his face, caught in the same dilemma as you. However, you can’t view him sexually—to you, he’s one of your closest friends that manages to make you laugh no matter how serious a situation is. And another issue—as far as you know, he would make a better student than tutor in this.
“Ji, be honest, are you that much more experienced than me?”
He chuckles, “Alright, you’ve got me there.” He doesn’t deny it. Why would he? Besides that, it’s an open secret that he’s got a crush on a girl that he’s been talking to online for some time. They haven’t met each other but their shared interests in video games probably made them fall for one another and you won’t destroy that.
You are ashamed to admit it but for half a second the thought of asking Minho crossed your mind. Yes, disgusting. Well, not in a way that he’s unattractive. Unfortunately, your enemy is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen—after all, you have eyes—but the way he keeps teasing you kind of destroys it. So, this situation seems to stay hopeless.
“No offence. It was a stupid idea to begin with,” you say, when reality finally hits you.
“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Hyunjin and you will take your time, everything at the pace you prefer and it’s gonna be amazing anyway,” Felix reassures you, right before the bathroom door swings open and Minho comes back.
Your blanket comforts you when you go to bed a few hours later. Rapid poundings of your heart are still echoing in your chest but you have learnt best to ignore it. Sometimes you hate to be like this—over emotional, overreacting, overthinking—when you’d actually rather be over all this. However, then again you have waited for this exact situation for six months now ever since Hyunjin left for Paris after he told you he’s thought about the two of you being more than just friends.
It’s gonna be okay, you try to remind yourself. This time things will work out for you two. He’s gonna take you on a date, first to a café and the second one hopefully ice skating—something you’ve always wanted to do with him. One day, you will introduce him as your boyfriend to your family—they only know him as your friend so far—and he will join you on a camping trip, one of your favourite traditions.
But until then—you are still thinking about the issue that you have created inside your head all by yourself. Fuck this. Deep down you know you don’t feel pressured, Hyunjin is the most understanding person out there, otherwise you wouldn’t have such strong romantic feelings for him. But then again—if someone was gonna offer you any help you wouldn’t be opposed to it.
You truly believe some spiritual awakening hits you then, when your phone receives a notification.
[ Minho ]: I didn’t wanna spy on you but I was barely outside the room when you said it.
Suddenly, your heart quickens its pace, threatening to burst out of your chest. You already have a bad feeling in your stomach, suspecting Minho to know more about your little issue than you thought.
[ You ]: said what?
The three little dots appear, before you get another message and your breath gets stuck in your throat.
[ Minho ]: that you need to get laid ;)
The audacity this man has is insane. He can’t be for real. And you seriously can’t understand why his words create a funny feeling that shoots right down to your crotch. Get it together, Y/N.
[ You ]: if you are just here to make fun of me leave me the fuck alone
Oh, if you could just see his face right now. This is way too entertaining for a Sunday night like this one.
[ Minho ]: Easy, Y/N. I am actually here to make an offer.
No. No. He can’t be serious. This is a dream, isn’t it?
[ You ]: what do you mean?
You pretend to not know what he’s hinting at but when he texts again, your suspicions turn out to be the truth.
[ Minho ]: You want experience, right? In the romantic dating life but also want to feel good and learn how to make Hyunjin feel good, don’t you?
[ You ]: minho where is this leading to…
Time suddenly stands still when you are (im)patiently waiting for his next reply.
[ Minho ]: Let’s turn this into a little study project. I will be your tutor, if you wanna call it that. We will go on dates and I’ll help you with your other issue too ;)
Fuck. You suddenly feel dizzy and all warm, a sensation spreading right between your thighs which makes you feel even more pathetic. If you think about it, the idea sounds great. Since Minho and you can’t really stand each other, keeping everything physical without developing any feelings or further drama seems easy.
But what if he’s just joking? What if Minho is just proposing that to make fun of you? Better safe than sorry is what you think, so you pretend to not be absolutely down to have his hands all over your body.
[ You ]: i’m not sure
[ Minho ]: That’s okay. It’s really just an offer and you don’t have to say yes to it. But if you do please know you won’t regret this, princess.
Oh, God. This gets more exciting with each new message he sends.
[ You ]: i will think about it
Deep down you’ve already made a decision and when you open your period tracker on your phone, you blame it on the time of the month and your ovaries. But you actually know that there’s more to it. It’s nothing new that you’ve thought about Minho in a light like this. However, romantically speaking you only have eyes for Hyunjin. If you agree to this it will be for scientific purposes only.
One last time, your phone receives a message.
[ Minho ]: Sweet dreams, Y/N 🖤
Of course, Mr Grumpy sends a black heart.
[ You ]: goodnight minho
Dressed in a white summer dress with a lemon pattern stitched onto the fabric, you make your way to Minho’s apartment the next evening. Since he lives alone, you agreed to meet at his place. Yes. You also agreed to his little offer, as it seems. You’ve thought about it for a solid five minutes but realised that nothing really speaks against it.
After ringing the doorbell, you are let inside, taking off your shoes at the entrance while Minho helps you out of your light jacket—playing all gentleman.
“I made food,” he announces as if you two are a couple. Minho guides you to the kitchen inside his studio apartment. The scents lingering in the air make it into your nostrils, your stomach close to letting out a growling sound. “You… you made food?”
“Why are you asking me this as if you suspect me to poison you?”
Well, you wouldn't be surprised. The amount of kindness—if you can call it that—which Minho has brought to you in the last twenty four hours is more than he’s ever granted you in all three years you’ve known each other combined. He places some of the food— fresh pasta—on two plates and tells you to take a seat at his dining table. You do so and once the meal is served, the both of you start eating.
“N-No, I just didn’t expect it. Why would you make food for me? This is so kind, though,” you thank him, absolutely blown away by the great taste of such a simple dish.
“First of all, I was hungry, too, so I didn’t just make it for you.” Minho places a few more noodles on his plate. “Second of all, don’t praise me for not making you starve while you’re at my place.”
The conversation dies down there because deep inside you know he is right. Still, it’s nice that he took the time to make food for you. This is definitely one of the easiest way to win your heart–
Wait, what?
You push those thoughts aside, focusing on the present situation and soon you finish your meal. You want to compliment Minho for his cooking skills but his ego is already on a way too high level so you are not risking anything. When you offer to clean up, Minho tells you to sit down on his sofa instead while he needs only a couple of minutes to take care of the mess.
“So, about the deal, Y/N,” he starts, plopping down next to you. There’s a lot of space between you which makes it hilarious thinking about the fact that Minho suggested that he would help you with your little inexperience and dating issues.
“Right… your offer.”
You still can’t believe it. If you’re honest you are waiting for him to show you wherever he’s hidden his camera before he shouts ‘it’s just a prank’ and starts laughing about you. But this scene that’s been playing inside your head never turns into reality. For a fact, Minho seems quite serious. “What do you have in mind?”
He wasn’t joking. You’re not questioning it for now although your brain already starts rambling about why he would even do that. But you can use this to your advantage. Only a week left until Hyunjin will be here and perhaps go on a date with you just like it sounded when your longtime crush texted you. “Maybe you could show me some… tricks and stuff,” you say.
Minho scoffs. He takes a sip from his water and rolls his eyes, “Tricks? Do I look like a magician to you?” You hold back a laugh. This was actually funny. Unfortunately. But faster than you’re able to reply, Minho continues, “Listen, what I thought is—how about we take this step by step and this way you’ll become a little more confident for dating Hyunjin.”
If you wanna do this the right way without much drama—which is inevitable with Minho and you—there needs to be somet time of strategy. A plan. Rules, if you will.
“We should make a contract,” you blurt out. He looks at you a little dumbfounded, desperately trying to hold back a laugh. You’re so adorable, it’s almost annoying. Why on earth did Minho’s heart decide to fall for you out of all people? It’s not just that you clearly don’t like him back, no, you are in love with one of his closest friends.
“A contract?”
You giggle awkwardly, tilting your head. Scratching the top of your head, your lower lip gets caught between your teeth. That’s how people do it in all those romance books and movies that feature the infamous fake dating and enemies to lovers tropes too, right? You then realise that these stories are always bound to end in breaking said contracts but you once again ignore those thoughts that are popping up in your head. “Yes. Just so that we know we are always on the same page and no boundaries are getting crossed,” you explain, trying to drag yourself out of the mess you’ve just created.
“Fine. What rules do you want?”
Oh. Okay. So, he is actually up to it. Great. You get up and reach inside your backpack, grabbing your iPad. Minho looks at you confused but doesn’t question it. You join him on the sofa again, open your favourite app for taking notes and start scribbling down.
‘THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT. A CONTRACT BETWEEN MINHO AND Y/N.’
“The experience project?”
“Too weird? You were the one who called himself a tutor,” you add, now wondering if he just said that as a joke. You should stop taking whatever people tell you literally.
“It’s fine. Whatever you want, princess,” Minho says with a wink. You gulp, focusing back on the screen in front of you.
“Rule number one—we’re gonna do this at my pace,” you say.
His eyes are widening, “Yes, obviously. That’s what I implied with step by step. Whenever you wanna slow down or even end this deal, you can just tell me, okay?” Minho feels a little sick in his stomach that you even have to emphasise that. This isn’t even up for debate.
You nod, “Alright. Second rule—we will not tell anyone about it. Neither Jisung nor Felix.”
“And obviously not Hyunjin,” he adds. His jaw clenches but you don’t notice.
“Yes, obviously. Also, let’s agree that you are only going to be… intimate with me.” You cringe at your own words. “Let’s make this experience project exclusive… monogamous.” Why are you even suggesting that?
He scoffs—once again—his arms now crossed in front of his chest and you wonder what Minho looks like without a shirt on.
Wait, what?
“You’re telling me I can’t meet and fuck others during our agreement?”
“Y-Yeah… What about—STDs and all?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he states.
“Oh, alright. Well, do whatever you want,” you backpedal.
“I sure will, princess.”
A confusing sensation spreads through your stomach. On one hand, you’re getting a little jealous although you know you’re not in a position to feel this way. But on top of that, the stupid little name he uses for you makes you feel a bit dizzy although it shouldn’t.
Oh, Y/N. You’re in for a ride. Literally.
“Fourth rule,” Minho starts, “once Hyunjin and you start getting closer physically, this contract ends.”
Fair point. Everything else would be cheating.
“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.
He scoffs. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” Ouch. You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.
“Alright. That’s it then. I need you to sign this.” You give Minho your iPad and despite him rolling his eyes like he always does he writes down his autograph at the end of the contract. When he hands you the device back, you add your own and take a last look at the digital paper.
“So… Can we start today?” After all, Hyunjin will be here in a week and start dating you. There’s no time to lose. At least that’s what you blame your excitement on and not the fact that talking and thinking about all this with Minho made you a bit… thrilled. God, the way he sits there looking over at you—manspreading and a smirk on his face—shouldn’t get you on this level of aroused but here you are.
“You’ve kissed someone before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah… Like I said, with Hyunjin,” you admit.
Minho’s mimic shifts but you can’t quite tell what this means. “Hmm, okay. Shall we just start with this, too?”
“It feels so staged,” you say, an awkward chuckle spilling from your mouth.
“Isn’t this exactly what it is, Y/N? Staged?”
“Yes… But what about the surprises, the tension, the–“
Suddenly you’re pressed against the back of the couch and Minho’s lips are just an inch away from yours.
Wait, what?
“If you wanna keep going, make the first move, Y/N.”
And that’s exactly what you do. It feels as if the world stops when your lips crash into his. They feel so soft against your own, your brain shutting off because of his gentle touch. This is amazing. Unlike anything else. Not that you have a lot of experience—otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now, would you? You feel embarrassed about the fact that you have to hold back a small whimper, when Minhos hand finds your jaw, as he pulls you closer and takes the lead. His tongue grazes over your mouth, asking for entrance. You allow him to slip it inside, now entangled with your own. This is fine. You’re fine. Absolutely fine. If you ignore the fact that you’re feeling dizzy and absolutely caught in trance. God. This makes disliking Minho a lot harder, actually.
Suddenly, he pulls away from you. He earns a small whine that you were pathetically trying to muffle but failed.
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
Your heart stops. But you nod. This is for science, right? He said it himself, he’s tutoring you. Minho doesn’t need to know that these little kisses are already enough to drive you crazy.
“Words, Y/N,” he adds. “Whenever we do something that’s new for you, I want you to consent with words very clearly, yeah?”
You’ve never sat on someone else’s lap before so this is in fact new for you. You wonder if Minho can tell, if the fact that you are so invested in a little bit of making out shows how truly inexperienced you are. But you try to focus on something else again. Right. The man in front of you. Your enemy. Minho. Who asked you to sit on his lap.
“Okay… I want that,” you reassure him.
“Good girl.”
You’re sure you’re about to faint but Minho grabs you by the waist—which doesn’t make this any easier—and hovers you on top of him. Now straddling his muscular thighs—not the first time you’re noticing them—he attaches his lips to yours once more. You continue where you left off and this time you’re the one whose tongue is fighting for dominance. His palms are still glued to your hips, adjusting your position.
And then he starts helping you find a rhythm. You haven’t fully realised but you are moving, no, grinding over one of his upper legs. And the friction it causes, when your crotch rubs over his thigh, makes you forget about all your surroundings. You’re breathing heavily, almost panting, by now, while Minho helps you find a good pace. Your panties are sticking to your pussy, more arousal dripping into the fabric with each move you make. At this point, you are afraid you might leave a wet patch on his pants but you don’t know yet that he has a thing for that. Well, Minho finds anything absolutely breathtaking and arousing that you do.
The sensation that’s created by your bodies moving against one another starts spreading through your system, taking you to another level. “Yeah, princess. Just like that. Keep riding me.” You do in fact feel like a princess. That’s how he makes you feel. A princess sitting on her throne—Minho’s lap. “Hm, you like that, yeah? Feels good?”
All you’re able to let out is a shameless moan, when the build up inside your lower stomach rises, a knot tightening and threatening to snap. Minho feels you getting closer, he can tell by the face you make, by the way your movements become sloppy.
“Come for me. I’ve got you.”
That’s all you need to hear to follow suit. You obey his words, your pussy walls clenching around nothing, as your legs start shaking. Minho guides you through your climax, whispering reassuring words and praises in your ear, calling you ‘his good girl’. You’ve never expected him to be so soft in a situation like this. If you’re honest, you’ve thought Minho would be more of the degrading type. He definitely has a darker side too, but of course with the agreement the two of you have, he obviously decided to be gentle with you first. He needs you to trust him completely, if you want to keep doing this.
When you come down from your high, it hits you then. You can’t believe you just came all over Minho’s thigh. Well, with your clothes on. Which makes this somehow even filthier. You've never reached your orgasm this extraordinarily fast. This was insane. In the best way possible.
When you fully open your eyes again, they meet Minho’s gaze and you notice that mischievous smile on his face again. The way he looks at you, lets your heart skip a beat. Butterflies start roaming around in your stomach, as your breath gets stuck in your throat. If things between the two of you keep going like this, it will be hard to end this agreement at some point.
PAIRING: prince!minho x maidservant!reader
GENRE: smut. fluff. angst. royal!au. forbidden love.
CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. unprotected intercourse. major injury. pet names.
WORD COUNT: 14.3k (and i could’ve kept going)
SUMMARY: you’re a royal servant, someone who was supposed to sink into the shadows and speak only when spoken to. power: you had none… except when it came to the crown prince.
NOTE: thank you to @lino-nyangi, @tasteracha, and @therhythmafterthesummer for beta reading and helping me edit this beast.
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You’d never forget the first time you saw him. Pushed forward by the momentum of the crowd, you found yourself in a prime position to see the royal procession through the city. Leading an annual hunt in celebration of his birth, Minho sat astride his horse, offering small waves to the cheering crowd as he passed. It was only then, seeing him in the flesh that the reality of your new role as a royal maidservant finally sunk in. You were due to start the next day, to train while they were away and be prepared to serve when they returned.
omg imagine channie with a massive corruption kink
um okay. minors dni.
Treats every time like it's your first—like he has to make sure you're ready and not practically squirming underneath him with anticipation. He's sweet with you always. Fucking you isn't any different. His lips brush your ear as he hovers over you. "You wanna take me, sweetheart? Hm? You wanna try taking my cock?"
He knows. There's no trying involved. He fucks you every time he's home. This is just how he is with you. Gentle and sweet as he buries himself inside you each night.
Playing along is hardly a chore.
You nod as your wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close. "Mm, wanna try."
He makes a pleased noise into your neck at that, slipping his fingers down between your legs to play with you. "Yeah," he breathes. "'Course you do. My sweet girl wants me in here, mm?" His fingers are gentle, prodding at your entrance in barely there nudges as you loosen up for him. "Prettiest little pussy, huh? My pretty girl and her pretty little, messy cunt." He groans into your neck before nipping at your skin a little, fingers wet with slick as they slip over your clit.
It's so easy with him. He's so fucking good at getting into your head, getting to wet and relaxed beneath him. By the time he's kneeling between your legs with his cock gripped in one hand you're practically melting into the mattress.
But he's not done with you yet. He plays a little more, cockhead slipping through your folds and nudging at your pulsing entrance much like his fingers moments before.
"So pretty, baby," he mumbles, almost slurs. His eyes are fixed at the mess he makes between your legs, precum leaking from his tip. "How can you be s' sweet for me..." It's almost incomprehensible now, his muttering. It's a skill you've adapted, deciphering his desperate mumbles. "So sweet and then so fucking messy when no ones watching, hm? Just for me... little puffy pussy just for me, yeah?"
You nod lazily, despite his eyes remaining fixed to where he's started nudging a little firming at your entrance. It's a game of patience, of waiting until he's finally worked himself up enough to press inside—to fall over you as he makes you take it.
He's heavy over you as he bottoms out, sinking deep. Then the mumbling continues, "That's it, yeah? Suck me in..." It's a mess after that. "Oh, sweetheart." Slurred words against your warm neck. "Good girl, yeah? Fucking take it for me, hm? Yeah?" Grasping hands at your hips as he fucks you just the way he likes.
