kim mingyu & choi seungcheol from seventeen
and how is it y/n fault that the two (fantastic) one night stands were not just best friends, but room mates.
word count: 3.6k
warnings: threesome smut !! reader has a vagina & tits, name calling, p in v, effiel tower, oral sex both m & f receiving, breastplay, kitchen sex, cheol loves to motorboat you, daddy kink, sir kink, mingyu is a lil sub while cheol is a huge dom, big cocks!gyucheol as it should be, vouryerism masturbation, overstimulation, double creampie, sex without a condom (pls wrap it !!!), filming, mirror sex, hair pulling.
a/n: surprise !!! wrote this right after watching the pretty woman music video, sat in my drafts and now it's my thank you for 200 followers after realising how hot it truly is. thank you for the support and i canât wait to keep writing for yall <3
You smiled at the dark hair, hot, fit man that peacefully slept next to you. Glancing at the clock that read 6am, you realised you've overstayed your welcome as you slowly and quietly creeped around his bedroom to change back into last night's clothes (without the shoes or your purse, that's at the front door) and even stealing a piece of minty gum that was on Mingyu's desk. But you truly would not be able to guess, the surprise on what was on the other side of the door when you opened it.
You winced at the sound the door made, trying to be as quiet as possible. Facing the door as you quietly closed it; it wasn't until you turned around to head to the front door nearby that you almost screamed. There stood, in all his hot blonde hair glory, clearly ready for a morning run by his attire was the last guy you hooked up with not even a week ago.
You looked around the apartment in shock until your eyes went back to him, his initial shocked reaction from seeing your presence now turning smug as he recognised you as much as you recognised him.
"You know, I thought you dipping like that before I woke up meant you didn't want to come back?" he asked.
Rolling your eyes with a hard chew to the gum still in your mouth, you gave him a fake smile. Acting sarcastic not wanting him to know how shocked you were but nonchalant instead. The fact Seungcheol stood shirtless in front of you, giving you flashbacks of the night from a week before, was not helping.
And he knew it.
He walked towards you, locking you in between his body and his room mate's bedroom door.
"Tell me angel, was my friend better or was it me?" Your chest was heaving, inner thighs tightening together as your eyes carelessly wandered to his lips, your inner demon just wanting them back onto yours and Seungcheol did exactly that.
It wasn't sweet. It was rough, needy and eagerly full of lust. His tongue entering your mouth to swipe the gum and somehow place it in his own mouth. He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in as your skimpy little club skirt was now grinding on his running shorts, as your hands ravaged his fit body. The grip on your ass was your signal to jump as he carried you more into their apartment, and to their kitchen. Seungcheol laid you down on their kitchen counter, making you shudder at the coldness but his body being on top of you as you both still heavily made out kept you warm. His hands unzipping the corset top from the front leaving your breasts bare for him as his lips move from your mouth to your tits.
"So you always go to clubs without a bra on?" he teased. You could only whimper as his fingers played with your nipples licking a stripe in between your breasts to then use his huge hands to basically smoosh your tits over his face to motorboat you. Hearing his groans in between your chest, you can't help but giggle.
"What's so funny?" He asks, biting your tit as he removes his face from your chest.
"You have a thing for motor boating?" You asked, recalling him doing the same thing as he fucked you last time.
"Well, it's because these tits are perfect, just as much as this pussy is." Seungcheol explains as one of his hands creeps under your skirt and cups your pussy tightly. It made your back arch and a loud moan escape, by quick reaction you covered your mouth with your hand as you look to the side where Mingyu's door is in slight fear that you were going to get caught.
Seungcheol saw this and a low growl escape, he then pulled your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion.
"I've been thinking about how fucking good you taste all fucking week, jerked off so many fucking times thinking about your pussy." He admitted. Seungcheol knelt down, holding your wrists to pin your arms to the sides of your body as his also laid his biceps across your thighs to restrict your movement. He blew air onto your pussy and grinned seeing you squirm.
"Want you to be loud baby, wake him up to a good surprise yeah? Call me daddy like you did last time." Before you could object, Seungcheol spat the gum in his mouth to the side so he could dive in head first. He wasn't lying about the fact he wanted this, needed this.
"Oh my god!" you yelled, lifting your head up to see his eyes already watching your every reaction and that only made things hotter.
What he didn't know was you thought about his mouth all fucking week too, though your one night stand rule was to dip without any other contact. A part of you wished that you did get Seungcheol's contact, you hadn't had anyone eat you out as good as he did. Which is one of the reasons why you even went out last night to try to forget the need for Seungcheol's mouth, is it coincidence or pure fucking luck for your distraction to be his fucking room mate of all people.
Seungcheol ate you out so good that it was loud and wet, the slurps felt like it was bouncing off the walls and he was devouring like a thirst deprived man receiving his drink. His tongue was fucking magic, going from flicking your bud to entering you and drawing figure 8s on your pussy. To just full on mouth on clit.
"Oh daddy I'm so close!" you moaned out, as soon as you did that you could feel the grin. He then let go of your hands to use one of his thumbs to rub circles on your nub and used the other to vastly thrust two fingers in you. With his tongue still working his magic and the motion of his fingers, you were going crazy, basically now humping his face. He loved the desperation of your movements that he stopped using his hands, including fingering you to wrap both his arms around your thighs to pull you even more closer to his face. Wanting you to cum on his mouth and his desperate mouth only.
It was giving you deja vu the last time you two fucked and how you felt you were suffocating him but he didn't care and things have clearly not changed. Your back arched as the pit of your stomach only felt tighter, you moved your head to the side for only a split second and paused with your blurry vision seeing Mingyu now wide awake in the hallway.
But yet, your shock only lasted for a split second and his presence, knowing he was watching only made you get to your release sooner. Your eyes travelled downwards to see Mingyu's hard cock against his grey sweatpants and that was it, your hand reached into Cheol's hair as you released all over his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to control it with how good and sweet the release felt.
You shrieked when you felt your pussy get slapped, a signal to open your eyes and quickly diverting your head back to Seungcheol who stood proudly. The look in his eyes full of ego as he tasted what was left of your cum on his lips, his eyes never leaving your face and reading you were not a bit uncomfortable at the surprise third guest.
"Really Cheol?" You hear from Mingyu.
"Don't be whining Mingyu, technically I had her first." Cheol said with a smirk.
You see Mingyu's face turn into realisation. The moans that spilled out of your mouth last night that sounded like heaven in his ears to the point it naturally made his hips thrust faster sounded oh so familiar because he jerked off (and came) to the same moans only a week before.
"But..." Seungcheol coughs, now leaning onto the counter to face Mingyu (but where your legs were to not cover your view.)
Cheol's hand reached to cup your breast, his two fingers rubbing your nipple so you didn't feel neglected. It was like to tell you, without words that he was nowhere near done with you despite not looking directly at you.
"I think she likes this predicament right now, hm?" His eyes, finally now looking at you as he pinches your nipple making your body jerk by his touch. The eye contact between you and Seungcheol heavy, like he needed to read your facial expressions and how you were feeling.
"Does this little slut like knowing that you have two hard cocks wanting you right now?" You could only whimper at the dirty talk, your pussy still wet and brain mush from how hard he ate you out. Seungcheol's hand moved from your breast to your chin, cupping your face.
"Use your words darling, say you want us both right here at the same time and we're all yours." Seungcheol explained.
You nodded fast, in the back of your brain knowing how utterly pathetic you must look but you didn't care.
"Yes! Yes! I want both of your big cocks right now, please daddy." you begged to Seungcheol, then looking at Mingyu now standing closer to the both of you. You address him. "Please sir."
And here you were. On all fours in Seungcheol's king size bed with his mirror closet giving you a view of how you looked when your eyes adverted to the side. You looked like a mess and it was a view all three of you wanted planted in your brains forever.
Mingyu, standing on one side with his huge cock in your mouth had you using one arm to steady yourself and the other to play with his balls. His hands were in your hair to balance himself as he harshly thrusted into your mouth.
Seungcheol, standing on the other side has his large cock slamming in and out of your pussy from behind. One hand gripped your hip tightly throughout the whole fucking while the other hand would go from gripping your other hip to thrust in you roughly to slapping your ass just when he felt like it. It was loud and messy, tears ran down your face at the pleasure.
Though Mingyu was thrusting in your mouth, you made sure to swirl your tongue to give him even more pleasure. Your eyes couldn't leave the sight above you, despite it being so blurry from the tears in your eyes. Mingyu was so fucking pretty. The way his eyes scrunched but forced himself to stare at you with his mouth agape and the grip on your hair tightening to signal when your mouth did a really fucking good job.
Mingyu was fighting a war with himself. He was shutting his eyes because the pleasure was getting to him but god, did he also want to see your pretty, teary eyed face that included seeing your eyes roll back from the pleasure Seungcheol was giving you.
For Seungcheol, he loved every minute of this. He also thought Mingyu was endearing when he was getting his cock sucked, of course this wasn't their first time sharing.
With your second orgasm approaching, you felt yourself getting closer to your release before Seungcheol was even done. You wanted to release Mingyu's cock to give a warning of your orgasm but his grip on your head was so tight. You didn't have to say anything though because Seungcheol knew you were close from how much your pussy was tightly gripping his cock.
He moved both his hands back to your hips, thrusting faster and harder that his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the bedroom.
"I know you're close baby, give it to me, coat my cock with your cum so I can paint you white." Cheol chanted, it only made your eyes roll and Mingyu grin at the sight once again.
"Fuck she love this." Mingyu moaned out, his hand going from your hair to your face and with both hands using his thumbs to stroke your hollowed out cheeks.
"Does princess like getting creampied? Want me to cum in your next?" Mingyu questions, you nod fast in his hands.
With Cheol's brutal pace and a grip on your hips that will leave bruises, you cum hard. Your arms losing the balance of keeping you upright making your mouth leave Mingyu's cock and though he hissed at the cold air. He rather cum in your pretty pussy than your mouth anyways.
You moaned and cried onto the bed, your body spasming at the pleasure. But Cheol didn't give up despite the new position. Still thrusting into your pussy vastly as your walls clutched onto his cock, you felt so fucking wet and tight that he couldn't help himself and came right after you. In you. The feeling of his cum spurting into your gummy walls only made your body yelp more, your hands gripping onto the sheets tightly.
"Thank you daddy! Thank you!' You screamed into the bed. Making more spurts of cum from Cheol come out.
Mingyu could have came at the sight of both of you orgasming knowing he was next.
You couldn't dare lift your head up, feeling slightly humiliated and knowing the makeup from last night probably looked even more messy as your chest was heaving. Pussy twitching. But that didn't last long as you felt yourself get flipped. Your back now laying on the bed as the two men switched places without you realising, you steadying your own breath was all you heard and focused on.
Mingyu smiling widely at your shock as he softly stroked your outer thighs.
"Ready to take me princess?" He asked. With your need to be their good girl, you nodded.
"Words" Mingyu sternly said.
"Yes sir, nee-" before you could finish your sentence about needing his cock. A large shriek fell out your lips as he pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed by your legs; to wrap them around his waist.
"Sorry for surprising you baby, but I'm not sorry for this." Mingyu utters and before you could question what he meant.
He thrusted his huge cock all in, making you loudly scream. The stretch hurt but my god was it delicious. Seungcheol was huge in the sense of his length, while Mingyu was huge from his girth. Both easily stretching you in different and addictive ways.
"T-Thought Seungcheol's cock prepped you already but you're still so fucking tight. Fuck ... babe." Mingyu stutters, chants, breathless.
You don't miss the weight of the bed dip as Seungcheol now sits beside you.
You reach your hand out to stroke Seungcheol's semi-hard cock to become hard again, but he hisses and smacks your hand away.
"Did I say you could touch?" He tells off, you whimper in response.
Instead of being closer to you, he moves away until his head leans against the bed's headboard. Legs criss crossed as he began to stroke his own cock while watching you get fucked. Your eyes never leaving each other as he does this, he smiles at your pout, finding you cute as your brain whines on how this isn't fair.
Before you could further complain, Mingyu readjusts his hips that he finds the spot you needed. It makes you gasp, your attention diverting back to him as he himself wears a similar pout to you.
"Pay attention to me too baby" he complains.
"I-I'm sorry sir! You fuck me so good sir, p-please don't stop" you moan out and praise. Back arching, eyes shutting as your delicious tits are bouncing from the thrusts, both Mingyu and Seungcheol can't stop watching your chest as one strokes his cock faster while the other penetrates you faster.
You can't control it any longer, your orgasm approaching and your mouth spewing every noise your throat can make. Mingyu fucking you so good, you don't even register how tight he's holding you or how Seungcheol's moaning with you. Unable to say any words, with a scream you come once again. Mingyu nearly topples over with how your pussy grips his cock while you orgasm, knowing why Seungcheol nearly lost himself as well.
With Mingyu's hard cock still plugged into you, not moving to let you have a breather both your eyes go to Seungcheol whose cum is splattered all over his stomach. You feel drool leave your mouth and both of them snicker seeing this.
An idea sparks in Mingyu's head, he takes his cock out of your warm pussy and before you whine of the emptiness he plunges two fingers in you.
"Get on all fours baby and lick daddy's cum off" Mingyu orders, both you and Seungcheol are surprised to hear him take control for the first time throughout this ordeal.
It makes you eagerly listen and as you move, reposition yourself. Mingyu's fingers never leave you. Instead he joins kneeling on the bed behind you, once you face Seungcheol you attempt to lower your head but Mingyu grabs your hair to lift your head up. You yelp in surprise but love the delicious burn like you did when you were sucking his cock.
"Film it on the bedside table Cheol" Mingyu orders, nodding to the phone on the same table and Seungcheol smiles. You feel your pussy flutter and cheeks blush at the same time,
"Hm, I was going to ask if that's okay angel but seems like it is. Naughty girl" Mingyu announces as he kisses your back softly.
When you hear the noise of the phone camera recording, you see it on the bedside table on selfie mode perfectly capturing all three of you.
"Lick baby" Mingyu orders again and lets go of your hair, just for it to be held in a makeshift ponytail by Seungcheol. You lower your head and lick a stripe of his load on Cheol's stomach, the salty and sticky liquid on your tongue making you hum as Seungcheol watches your every move of continuously licking his body. Hissing as you casually try to take his semi-hard cock's tip after licking his cum up. His cock was sensitive but if you went to suck him off, he wouldn't object.
At the same time, Mingyu unplugs his fingers to thrust his cock back into you. The motion making your lips that were around Cheol's tip now take his cock fully and deeper into your mouth.
"Oh shit" Cheol moans out, his cock now fully hard.
You wish this overwhelming pleasure of sucking Cheol's cock and Mingyu's fast thrusts mixed with your wet and full of cum pussy would never end. You bob your mouth up and down Cheol's shaft, tongue feeling his veins.
Seungcheol knew he wasn't going to last long, his free hand not in your hair gripping the pillow beside him as he thrusted into your mouth. Now he understood Mingyu's predicament before, he couldn't describe how good you sucked cock even if he tried.
Mingyu was in the same predicament, not knowing how much longer he can hold on as your tight pussy continues to grip him from the pleasure of sucking cock and Mingyu thrusting into your pussy so deliciously.
The fact this was the fourth orgasm they were pulling out of you and so close to your third, you were close as well. But with full persistent you wanted daddy to cum first, with the one hand not steadying your position just like you did with Mingyu. You played with Cheol's balls while deep throating him. That was all it took, as his load spilled into your mouth. Despite thinking you swallowed all of it, when your mouth left his shaft. You felt liquid still around your lips and leaving your mouth like drool but the warmth and thickness of it made you realise it was his cum on your lips.
"Oh fuck" Seungcheol quietly whispered, chest still panting. He grabbed the phone off the bedside table to film your face close up, your fucked out face was both beautiful and a fucking mess.
"F-Fuck I'm close" Mingyu panted behind you, using one of his hands to start rubbing your clit to get you closer. You bite your lip, tasting the cum. Seungcheol still filming every bit of this.
"Mingyu look at the phone" Seungcheol points out, moving it to the side a bit to still capture your makeup ruined face while letting Mingyu have his view.
The sight of your pleasured out face was all it took for Mingyu, cumming in your pussy with a scream from his lips. The sensation making your own pussy spasm and cum for the fourth time, both of them had massive loads that felt like they were filling your cunt to the brim. Just like before, your arms give up on you. Head plopping onto Seungcheol's thighs as he softly strokes your hair.
Mingyu grabs the phone from Seungcheol with shaky hands, now filming from the side right next to where his cock and your pussy were as your hips were still upright. Finally unplugging his cock, you and Seungcheol watch from the phone as Mingyu watches with his own eyes how the mix of all three of your cums trickle down your thighs, drops falling onto the bedsheets.
All three of you are sweaty and tired beyond belief, you feel your own eyes drooping to a shut on Cheol's thigh not even getting to see who was cleaning the sticky mess on your legs with a towel. All you heard and felt before your slumber was a kiss on the shoulder, hair strokes and a sentence of
(sneaking a @minkieater tag in here for no reason)
âno no donât run from it, baby,â mingi chuckled from behind you, yanking your hips back against his again, rings digging into your skin.
you choked out a sob into the pillow under your head, your mascara smeared all over the pillowcase and streaking down your cheeks. âitâs too much..â you cried, your body buzzing with overstimulation.
you looked over your shoulder up at him. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, bleached strands of hair sticking to his forehead. the mixed metal collection of chains and necklaces around his neck were a tangled mess.
he met your eyes, heavy hand landing down on your ass, âno baby. itâs not.â he thrust forward again causing you to jolt forward. âitâs never too much for you.â
youâd lost count of how many orgasms youâd had at this point, but he was right. it wasnât too much. it never was. he always knew exactly how hard to push you, how to fuck you to the point that you were nothing but a sobbing mess tangled in his sheet. âso. fuckin. insatiable.â each word punctuated with a slap on your ass. âthis pussy swallows me so good. sheâs beggin for it more than you are.â he chuckled.
âminââ you were cut off with a gasp as he reached around and brushed your clit with the tips of his middle and ring finger. âoh god,â you whispered into his pillow.
âahâfuck, baby. hold on,â he gripped your hips again, flipping you around onto your back, his dick slipping out of you, drawing moans from you both. he grasped the base with one hand, hoisting your leg over his shoulder with the other. âhold on pretty girl,â he soothed as you kept wiggling your hips, begging for more.
you hardly even registered how intimate this was. him looking you in the eyes as he prepared to fuck you again. if he leaned down far enough, he could probably kiss you, and maybe youâd even let him.
âplease,â your back arched off the bed, hand reaching out for him, âplease finish inside.â
âyeah?â he slid the tip in, groaning as he watched it disappear. âthat what you want?â
âgod yes.â
he leaned down on top of you, the mess of necklaces hanging over your face as he gripped the headboard, âalright baby. alright.â
a guttural groan fell from his lips as he sank into you again. he pressed his forehead to yours, keeping eye contact in a way he never had before. you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately trying to hold yourself still ass he thrust into you.
you reached your hand down to your clit, rubbing in tandem with his hips. he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, âwanâ you to come on my cock, kay? anâ iâll fill this pussy all you want.â
âyes please please. oh god,â youâre back arched into him. he slipped an arm under your back pulling you against him as his thrusts got faster. sloppier.
âcâmon. câmon baby. come on me. come for me,â he whispered against your lips, âplease.â
your legs shook violently as you did. so much harder than any other time that night.
âfuck,â he grunted as he pushed in one final time, finishing inside you just like he promised.
your body was still buzzing with pleasure as your eyes started to close on instinct. your blinks long and dazed. when he tried to pull out, you whined grabbing around to his ass and holding him there.
âgreed girl,â he chuckled, moving down and carefully repositioning you so that you were both on your side, his softening dick still inside you.
you started to doze off as he pulled the blanket up over you both, and even though he knew he was gonna have to wake you up to clean you off, he couldnât make himself do it. not yet anyways. because he knew as soon as your lustful haze wore off, itâd go back to how it always was. him being the friend you ran to for comfort when you and your shitty boyfriend broke up. only for you to run back to him every time.
and every time mingi sat here wondering if you would do the unthinkable. if you would stay.
summary: you lived a nice quiet life in your simple little apartment, one with little disturbances and plenty empty space to fill. then here comes the new neighbor, loud, annoying, and too hot for his own good to fill that space. and while he was positively irritating and not good for your sleep schedule, he certainly was⊠tempting.
warnings: enemies to lovers, loud obnoxious neighbors, mingi is an asshole in the beginning, banter, arguing, slight voyeurism, VOICE KINK, praise, oral(f!receiving), holding your hands while eating(good lord), teasing, masturbation, size kink, manhandling, on the counter, pet names(sweetheart, baby, slut, etc), taking off the condom(naughty!), he whimpers a little(everybody cheer), creampie, NOT PROOFREAD
wc: 8.3k
notes: so i totaled my car a couple of days ago on my way to work. oops! the second half of kinktober might end up delayed while i get that all figured out but in the meantime take this filth. :3
tracklist: anything, attention, til dawn
Loud neighbors are a curse you wouldnât wish on anyone. Unfortunately, somebody must have loathed you enough to curse you with the loudest one ever living right next door.Â
You had been living in this apartment for about five years, a quiet, comfortable little space. Just enough room for you, and maybe if you ever had a friend over. But you were content by yourself. The apartment next to you had remained empty since before you moved in, and you relished it. It almost felt like you had the whole floor to yourself.
You had your normal routine: wake up in the early hours, have a coffee, and listen to a podcast. Get ready for work and be gone for 8 hours, then come back, have a drink, and relax in your bed reading a book or watching a show. Then drift off to sleep. Oh, it was lovely.
Well, recently, sleep hasnât really been coming so easily. It started with what sounded like shuffling in the apartment next to you. You assumed maybe the landlord was fixing up a paint job or checking appliances to make sure they were still functional. So you barely gave it a second thought.
Then voices. You heard multiple discussions through the walls; you couldnât really pinpoint what exactly it was they were talking about, but they certainly were there. Then, there was the moving truck. A U-Haul, clear as day, was parked a few spots down from your own vehicle, locked up and ready to be unloaded. It was at this point that you connected the dots and realized you would be getting a new neighbor.
You were a bit annoyed at the idea, but it wasn't like that apartment would stay empty forever; theyâd eventually have to rent it out at some point. You were sure youâd get some calm, quiet neighbors who would be sure to respect your quiet life and your privacy.
Wishful thinking, as they call it.
After a few days, the U-Haul eventually disappeared, so you assumed they had finally moved all their stuff in. As you thought, ascending the stairs after another grueling day of work, there lay a black welcome mat in front of the door, signifying that the space was now occupied.
You had yet to come face to face with this mystery neighbor, and frankly, you wouldnât mind keeping that way. You liked your life the way it was, void of people, simple with a set routine. A new possible relationship might disturb that peace, so you never bothered to introduce yourself. Now you felt like it was coming back to bite you in the ass.
The first night they had moved in, it was rather quiet. Some shuffling, a couple of bangs on the wall from what you could only assume came from adjusting furniture and unboxing their belongings. You brushed it off, only slightly struggling to find sleep that night. Then it progressed.
The loud telltale sign of a buzzing razor, groups of people chatting loudly and yelling over what must have been movies, video games, or something of the sort. Blaring bassy music on subwoofer speakers and your least favorite, the moaning.
Every few nights, the incessant moaning of some girl on the other side of the paper-thin walls drove you mad. The banging headboard against the walls, the broken âoh!'s" and âplease!â and âdonât stop!â The few nights that you got peace, you prayed that by some magical means the moon would stay perched in the sky longer than normal, only to be awoken by that loud music in the early mornings before you dragged yourself out of bed for work.
Your sleep schedule had been severely tampered with, your lack of peace had made it hard for you to find the motivation to get things done, and it had gone on for months since they moved in. There was one week when the moaning had finally stopped, and for a while, you finally had peace. Yes, the music was still loud and the crowds of people still droned on, but you could easily fall asleep to that compared to the girls. Whoever was living there must have taken a break from whoever they were seeing, and you almost slipped a thank-you note under their door along with a ball gag.
Of course, that peace was short-lived, and soon enough, there was another girl, a different voice this time, calling out into the late night. You had no idea how these girls could be so loud. To give credit, it didnât really sound like they were faking it; nonetheless, it was still annoying, and you wanted to cry. Not only did it make sleeping beyond impossible, but you were also further reminded that you had been out of the dating scene for years, and it almost made you wish you had someone to make you feel so good that you would disturb your neighbors.
The thin line your patience was hanging onto was damn near ready to snap when you decided that the best way to go about this, to initiate minimal contact with your rude neighbor, was to be just as loud as they were, to give them a taste of their own medicine.
So, early on a Saturday morning, a day you didnât have to be at work. You rose with the sun and decided to get some early morning cleaning done. You propped up your speaker right against the wall you shared with the stranger, connected it to your phone, and blasted your playlist so loud it reached every room in the space.
Gathering your cleaning supplies, you tidied up as loudly as you could, mopping your wood floors with vigor, scrubbing the walls with the occasional elbow bump, slamming your cabinet doors every time you put a dish away. It was a bit fun to be annoying.
You moved from the back of your apartment up towards the front, as now you were basically rearranging your living room, sweeping the dust bunnies from under the couch, and decided you didn't like your coffee table by the recliner anymore. Just loud and obnoxious. You had been at it for hours, and you were a bit at odds about how revenge was the only thing that motivated you enough to deep-clean your entire home. Oh well.
Maybe you took it a little too far, because as you were pushing your coffee table across the floor, the legs screeched across the ground like a broken violin. You heard a knock on your door. Loud, irritated, heavy. BANG. BANG. BANG.
You stopped pushing the table, your music continuing to blare around the house as you waited in hopes that whoever was there would walk away. But then the knock came again, louder this time, damn near shaking your door on its hinges.
You couldnât really ignore it, so with an exasperated sigh, you rubbed your eyes and made your way over to the door, twisting the knob and yanking it open.
âCan I help⊠you?â The person at the door had their fist poised up like they were getting ready to knock again, and at this moment, you wished you were better with people than you were, because when you laid eyes on him, all your coherent thoughts flew out the window.Â
Black eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance, soft, lightly tanned skin with pink, plush lips that were pulled into a thin line. Long, messy black hair tousled around like he had just woken up with a few locks framed around his angular face. He was fucking huge, towering a few heads above you, clad in a compression black t-shirt and grey and blue plaid pajama pants, no shoes. He looked exhausted, displeased, and to your utter dismay, hot.
âExcuse me,â he started, and god, his voice was sinful. Deep and raspy, obviously tinged with sleep, syllables rolling off his tongue sweetly like they were dipped in liquid sugar, you could almost feel it in your chest. âYou do know that it's seven in the morning, right?â
You swallowed, quickly gathering your composure so you could properly speak to this hunk of a man at your door. You looked down at your imaginary watch, tapping your wrist like it might have been broken.
âUhhh, yeah, it seems like it.â You looked back up at him just in enough time to catch him rolling his eyes. âVery astute of you,â you said sweetly.
âSome of us are trying to sleep, yâknow,â he replies, lifting a hand, gesturing to himself, face deadpan.
You paused, and your nostrils flared as you locked your gaze onto him, lips slightly parted as your brain was trying to register how unbelievable he was being right now. You must have been quiet for a hot minute because he lifted a hand to his cheek like he was trying to wipe something away.
âWhat, do I have something on my face?â he whispered, looking at his fingers to check if he got anything. âDid I drool or something-â
âYou have to be kidding.â You finally say, eyebrow raised and arms crossed over your chest. âYouâre saying that Iâm being loud right now?â
The man looks around outside your door, then past your body into your apartment, then back at you. âWell, yeah, I think youâre the only one here, right?â
You were going to hit him.
âI canât believe this.â You threw your hands up, chuckling to yourself as your neighbor watched with curiosity.
âCanât believe wha-â
You interrupted him angrily. âI canât believe you have the audacity to come over here and tell me Iâm loud when every single night since youâve moved in, your incessant racket 24/7 has made it nearly impossible for me to sleep, work, anything! It sounds like you're throwing parties over there. It's ridiculous! But as soon as I get up earlyâ and on a fucking weekend of all daysâ to get some cleaning done, you decide to come banging on my door to tell me to keep it down?!â
âI didnât mean-â he started, hands raised slightly to try and possibly de-escalate the situation.Â
You raised a finger and glared at him. âIâm not finished! Not to mention whenever you have girls over! I might as well kiss the possibility of sleep goodbye! Theyâre so loud, canât you tell them to shut up? Arenât some girls into that! I didnât know I was living next to a frat house. No matter what, these walls are thin, as you can finally tell, so have some courtesy and keep it down, will you?!â
When you finished your tangent, you looked up at him, frustrated, waiting for a response, only to be met with a sly grin and raised eyebrows like he found your tantrum amusing. He leaned his shoulder against your door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
You let your eyes wander down to where the compression shirt perfectly contoured the dips and ridges of his toned stomach, but ripped your gaze away from them just as quickly to meet his eyes. Your music continued to drone loudly in the background as you stared each other down, waiting.
Then he spoke. âI canât help it that they get a little loud, what am I supposed to do, fuck them bad?âÂ
You wished he hadnât said anything at all. You took a deep breath. Clearly, you werenât getting through to this guy. You sighed, smiling annoyedly as you took a step closer to him.
âWhat's your name?â You ask, teeth clenched.
âMingi,â he drawls, tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip. âPleasure to meet you, sweetheart.â He smiles and reaches out a hand for you to shake, and in turn, you tell him your name, ignoring his attempt at familiarity.
âBelieve me, the pleasure is all yours. Listen, do me a favor. Have you ever heard of a hotel? Headphones? Another person's place of residence?â
He only smiles wider, letting his hand fall to his side as he looks you over. âSounds familiar.â He replies, voice laced with what could only be humor at your lack thereof.
âGreat, happy for you. Maybe invest in those. Sooner rather than later. Iâve been putting up with your nonsense for the past couple of months, and I can only handle so much before I start thinking about killing people. So please? Do you mind?â The look on your face is pleading, in hopes that maybe he might attune to your less-than-difficult requests.
âWoohoo, a bit violent, arentcha?â Mingi laughs, stepping out of your door frame. âIt was nice to meet you, neighbor. Let me know if you ever need help fixing holes in walls, cause by the sound of it, youâd think you're knocking them in with all that rough cleaning this morning.â
He didnât even acknowledge your requests. You step out of your home and stare at him as he walks back to his own door, twisting the knob as he plants his feet on the welcome sign.
âCâmon, man, can you at least get some headphones?â you plead, watching as he walks into his door.
âI already got a pair,â he replies, and you can practically hear the smirk on his stupid handsome face. âIâll see what I can do.â He shuts his door, locks it, and you are left alone.
That entire exchange felt like it led to nothing. You stepped back into your house, feeling more irritated than you already were, as you picked up your cleaning supplies to finish the last bit of chores, turning down your music, opting for a less aggressive cleaning session for the rest of the morning.
You were pleasantly surprised to have found that Mingi seemed to somewhat adhere to your requests for the rest of the day. No loud music, no people shouting over loud screens. Just the occasional shuffle and silence, and Saturdays were usually his loudest days. You were grateful, and the sliver of hope that you had finally gotten through to him made you feel a ton better.
You spent the evening working on some paperwork you didnât finish in the office, a nice fall candle filling your home with the comforting smell of vanilla and pumpkin spice as you worked in silence, the muffled sound of rain pounding on your roof like TV static.
Your foot tapped against the wood floors rhythmically. It was well past 8 pm, about time for you to wrap up. That's when you heard voices.
One you recognized was Mingi and his bassy, low drawl, and then a girl. It sounded like they were talking at his front door. She sounded upset, and Mingi sounded like he couldnât care less about her dismay. They argued for a few minutes, and eventually, you heard what sounded like a âscrew youâ from the girl before the door shut, and silence settled again.
You wondered what it was about, but eventually, you couldnât find it in you to care anymore as you wrapped up your work. You closed your laptop, blew out your candle, and after a nourishing shower, made your way to your bed, snuggling under your sheets. You picked up the novel you were reading, switching on your bedside lamp and settling in to continue reading. The rain was relentless against your roof, providing a comforting white noise as you lost yourself in the novel.
A couple of hours of reading and you were about ready to switch off the lamp and retire to bed, grateful you didnât have to worry about work in the morning. You clicked off your lamp and slipped the bookmark back into your book, setting it on your nightstand.
Just as you pulled your hand away from the book, darkness enveloped your room as you heard more shuffling opposite your wall. You ignored it, getting comfortable, and just as you were about to lie down and try to sleep.
âMmmâŠâ Deep, guttural. Heated. You froze your movements. Eyes widened as you tried to justify what you heard.Â
Then more noises flowed through the wall to your poor ears.
âShit⊠hahâŠâ There was no mistaking it. And you hated how it went straight to your stomach. Lust-laced, heady, quiet moans from your neighbor's apartment. A slow, slick sound, rhythmic in nature as breaths heavy and open hit your ears like a truck. You didnât dare move.
It wasnât like the loud moans you normally heard from over-satisfied girls, no, this time it was him. Low and throaty groans, litting up in pitch at the end every so often, sharp inhales of breath, and sonorous purrs that were downright sinful. And the slick, wet sound, and you didnât need to see anything to know exactly what he was doing.
You wanted to bang your head against the wall over and over again until your brain matter splattered on the ceiling. You had never heard him like this. Breathy. Desperate. Needy. You only ever heard the women; you guessed his noises were drowned out by their cries.
And you felt perverted, but you couldnât help but strain your ears and listen. Because you wouldnât say it to his face, but his voice was intoxicating, perfect to drown in. Your heart raced as you listened to him touch himself, the slick sounds of his stroking himself muffled but still heard. His moans would stutter now and then, like he was close but wasnât allowing himself release. He would groan, heavy and deep, like it almost hurt, and you couldn't help it as your thighs clenched in response to his rich noises.
âFuck meâŠâ he moaned into the quiet of his room, and in that moment, you needed to get out before you did something you regretted. You crawled out of your bed, rushed to the kitchen, and poured yourself a cold glass of water. Taking a couple of big gulps, you sat on your living couch and sighed, closing your eyes as you waited for his little session to wrap up so you could go back to bed.
You didnât mean to fall asleep on your couch. You awoke slowly on Sunday morning, groggily forcing your eyes open as you took in your space, realizing you spent the night on your couch. And you felt⊠surprisingly well rested.
 You sat up, lifting your arms and stretching your limbs before reaching for your phone to check the time.Â
âOne oâclock!â You nearly shouted in surprise. You had never been able to sleep this late. You were always awakened by Mingiâs racket, which now you noticed was silent. He really did take your advice to heart, somewhat.
You stood from the couch, your bare feet padding against your floors as you walked to your bathroom to freshen up, the rest from last night well needed after a long few months of jumbled sleep schedules and unpredictable behaviors from your previously anonymous neighbor.
And unfortunately, it was short-lived. The loud music was back up, seemingly even louder than ever before, groaning into the laundry you were folding as you nearly felt your walls shake from the bass. You thought he had actually listened to you, and the pattern was right back.
Shooting to your feet, you stomped to your door, swinging it open and marching to his. You stopped in front of it and, without hesitation, you pounded on the door with purpose.
The music continued, and he didnât come to the door. So you pounded again, harder this time, in a similar fashion to the first time he knocked on yours.
Some rustling behind the door, and then it swung open, and there he stood. And god once again, you were not prepared.
Sporting a tight-fitted white tank top and some athletic shorts, dripping in sweat, his hair clung to his neck and his forehead, and he was breathing heavily. In his hand, he held a navy blue weight, and behind him lay a yoga mat with a few more weights of various sizes littered around the living room. He looked down at you, chest rising and falling with labored breaths, as drops of sweat fell off the ends of his hair and onto his tank top.
âNeed something, neighbor?â He asks, voice sounded ragged, tired, worked. You ripped your eyes from his flushed face and stared at your feet; your words had died in your throat.
He leaned down in an attempt to come eye level with you, and you squeaked quietly and took a step back. Sensing your nervousness, Mingi grinned and rested the forearm that held the dumbbell against the top of his doorframe, his gaze sharp as he looked you over.
âThe music?â you managed to muster, forcing your eyes to lock with his. Half-lidded and teasing, his eyebrow quirked up as he waited for you to say more.Â
âTurn it down, maybe? I thought maybe youâd have listened to me by now, but it seems like you must have hit your head overnight and forgotten our conversation.â
Mingi shrugged. âI didnât forget. Iâm just doing my normal routine, just like you.â His tone was relaxed and lofty, and the urge to clock him in the throat was strong.
âYou do know thereâs a gym that's quite literally a 5-minute walk from here, right?â You snarked, crossing your arms, your previous nervousness gone as his all-natural talent of pissing you off immediately made you feel like you needed to put him in his place.
He loved how feisty you got with him. Mingi loves girls who bite back.
His smile only widened, âYou do realize that spending stupid amounts of money for a gym membership is worthless compared to just working out at home, right?â Copying your tone, he waved the weight in your face, and you scoffed.
âI donât care about you working out at home, that's fine by me. The music, however, is so fucking loud, Mingi. Care to turn it down a little? It's literally shaking my walls.â He didnât respond at first, eyes roving over your body for a second.
He sighed and nodded. âFine then. Iâll turn it down.â There was a glint in his eyes, like there was something else he wasnât telling you, but you ignored it as just him being a pretentious ass. And of course, though, you had to push the envelope. You could never settle for bare minimum answers.
âWhatâs with this reluctance to being quiet with you? Canât you just be like a normal person and just not be so loud all the time?â
It was Mingiâs turn to scoff, waving a hand at you. âIâm not even loud all the time, maybe you just have sensitive ears. Go to a concert, thatâll fix that hearing of yours in no time.â
You laugh incredulously, stepping further into his space. Mingi only leaned down further to be closer to your face, the look on his face antagonizing, challenging you.
âI donât understand why I have to adjust to your noisy lifestyle just because I live next to you. I donât care if youâre loud, maybe like, once a week, but every fucking day is unbearable.â
âAnd I donât understand why I have to adjust to your library rules and walk around on eggshells because you canât invest in some noise-cancelling headphones.â He leaned closer to your face, and at this point, your noses were inches away from touching. The heat radiated off his skin, and you could feel it all over you, but you ignored it, the rage bubbling under your skin your main priority at the moment.
âAnd I donât understand why you have to jerk off so fucking loudly either!âÂ
It slipped out before you could think about what you were saying. You slapped a hand over your mouth and took a step back. Mingiâs face shifted from challenging to sheer shock, and then amusement.Â
âOh?â He drawled, and you could already see that sly grin creeping onto his face. âYou were listening?â
You were quick to defend yourself. âI wasnât listening. I heard it. Because youâre loud. Whatever! Turn the music down, I have a headache.â Retreating quickly, you rushed back to your door, swinging it open and slamming it closed once you were inside, heart racing. He wasnât even embarrassed; he didnât even care that you heard him. God, he was infuriating.
You lie down on your couch, sighing and draping an arm over your eyes tiredly. It was quiet; he had turned the music off completely. You let your shoulders relax and your mind unravel from that awkward exchange.
Then came the grunting. The strained counting. The exaggerated moaning and breathing as he began working out again, and then you realized why he smiled when you asked him to turn the music down. The music masked the labored, suggestive noises he made when he worked out. You wished he would turn the music back on, and you were sure now he was being extra loud just to get under your skin. And fuck it was working.
Absolutely infuriating.
You had your first guy over at your place in a long time, years probably. One of your coworkers asked you out for dinner, and you agreed simply because you had no reason to deny. It was good-looking, polite, and frankly, you had never put yourself out there in search of relationships in so long, you figured this would be the best way to ease yourself back into it.
It was a Friday night, after a nice dinner, just talking about nothing, he took you back to your place. He stood outside your front door with you, and you could tell by the way he was talking that he expected to come in with you.
You thought about it, like really thought about it. If you did and it didnât work out, it would just be really awkward to see him back at work again. And at the same time, you hadn't been touched in so long, at this point, you were desperate for any kind of contact.
You ended up turning him away, making an excuse that you had plans in the morning and wanted to get adequate rest. He sounded a bit broken up about the rejection, but left without too much of a fuss, bidding you a goodnight.Â
You sighed and shut your door, wondering if you should have just invited him in, but it was too late to think too hard about it now. You poured yourself a glass of pinot and sat at your kitchen table, sipping on it lightly and flipping through a magazine you had received in the mail.
You sulked in the quiet, the one night you wished maybe you had a little hustle and bustle happening in your home.
And then here comes your neighbor. This time it's a blender. A fucking blender. Comical. This was not the night you needed this shit. So you stood, slammed your glass on the countertop, and stomped back over to his place.
Determined in your steps, you stopped in front of his door and knocked, softer than last time, but hard enough that you didn't have to knock twice. He switched the blender off and walked to his door, opening it and looking down at you.Â
Your mouth opened, closed, and your voice didnât come. Every time you saw him, it's like all your words left your brain. Grey sweatpants, messy hair, a loose black tee. He was holding an empty shaker cup, and when you met his eyes, you swore you saw something different.
Sympathy?
He spoke first. âDo you⊠Do you want to come in?â His voice was gentle, inquisitive. You were taken aback at the invitation; the surprise mustâve been clear on your face, because he smiled softly.
âI overheard you and your date tonight. Thought maybe some company would do you some good.â You blinked a few times, and you were nodding slowly before words came back to you.
âUh, sure. Thanks, Mingi.â Your voice was small, unsure. He stepped aside so you could walk inside. You stepped past him, your shoulder brushing the lower part of his chest as he welcomed you into his home. Of course, it looked just like yours, just decorated more to his tastes. Darker furniture, darker art on the walls, cluttered end tables by his couch, and workout equipment by the front window.
âYou can sit wherever. I was just making myself a protein drink, sorry if the blender bothered you.â Awkwardly, you sat at one of the seats at his kitchen island, resting your elbows on the countertop.
âYeah, I was coming over here to give you shit about it, actually.â You laughed softly, and so did Mingi.
âSorry again.â He replies, but of course, he was smirking. You glared at him as he poured his smoothie into a cup, the muscles in his forearms flexing too deliciously for you to feel safe and composed around him.
âNo, youâre not.â You bite back, crossing your legs underneath the island, stifling the weird feeling in your gut when you realize that his entire apartment smelled like him. You were in enemy territory.
âYouâre right, Iâm not.â He set the cup down and walked over to you, leaning over the island opposite you and staring at you. âWould you believe me if I said I did it to get you over here?â
âShould I believe that?â You responded, but your stomach did a weird flip at the notion that he had annoyed you just to get you to come over. âSeems like overkill when you could just knock on my door yourself.â
âSeems like a lot of work to me.â He quips, grinning prettily when you rolled your eyes at him. âSo tell me, what was up with the guy? Did he give off serial killer vibes? Have his mom as his lockscreen? Oh! Or did he have a weird third nipple or something?â
Your mouth fell open, and you snorted. Mingi laughed at your reaction. âWhat? No. None of the above. He was just a coworker, and I just wasn't sure. Nothing crazy.â
Mingi nodded and hummed, pursing his lips in thought, tapping his fingers against the marble countertop. âGot it, got it. So what, have you got a criterion they have to meet?â
âNo, Mingi, youâre awfully nosy. Canât I just not be interested?â
âOf course you can, Iâm not saying that. I was just wondering if you had some specific type or something.â
You laugh and teasingly reply, âWhat, wondering if you check off all the boxes?â
âYeah, maybe.â Mingi kept his eyes locked with yours, and his face was far more serious, like he wasnât playing games. You froze, pressing your lips into a thin line. Your next words came quietly.
âFor real?â
Mingi didnât say anything, didnât nod or shake his head, just kept his eyes on you, like he was trying to read your expression, read your body, gauge your thoughts.
âDo you want me to be for real?â He simply asked, but his tone had lowered, quieter, thicker. Your fingers twitched against the countertop when you realized it was your move.
âDo you?â you ask him. Dancing around each other. Mingi moved from in front of you, with careful, purposeful steps. He was now standing behind where you sat. You kept your eyes forward as you felt his chest press against your shoulders.
The body heat poured off of him onto the skin of your back, his hands settled on either side of your waist, not quite holding, just touching.
âI do,â he spoke, his voice heavy right above your head, and you felt yourself shiver slightly. When you didn't pull away, the hands on your waist slid down, gripping this time, hooking on your hips and holding you there. âPretty fucking badly.â That stupid voice of his, low and dangerous, so low you felt it travel like a livewire throughout your entire body, and you couldn't help but sigh.
He leaned down so his lips were hovering right by your ear. He was so close, his breath tickled the shell of your ear, and you felt your spine straighten. âI wanna know if you think I could satisfy you the way you want. The way you need.â
Unconsciously, you leaned back into him, and the hands on your hips tightened when he felt you move closer, fingers digging into your flesh. His lips moved from by your ear down to press against your shoulder, pressing a feather-light kiss against the side of your neck, testing.
âTell me, sweetheart,â he whispered against your skin, and you couldnât help the quiet whimper that bubbled from you. âDo I meet your standards?â
Instead of responding, you moved. You stood from your seat and turned your body around so you were facing him. Quickly, you slid your hands around to cup the back of his neck and hurriedly pressed your lips to his. Mingi melted into you in no time, like he was impatient, as if heâd been waiting for this. For you.
His hands found purchase on your waist, and immediately he was lifting your body so you were sitting on the countertop, never pulling his lip from yours, devouring you in a kiss so deep, so hungry youâd think heâd die if pulled away from you.
Your fingers carded through the hair at the nape of his neck, craning your neck to kiss him deeper, let him consume you whole in his kitchen. His big palms roamed up your waist, down to caress the outside of your thighs. He gripped either one and slowly parted them, slotting his body between them to press closer to you.
His hands were back up, wrapping around the back of your neck and grinding his lower body between your spread legs, sighing into your mouth as your warmth seeped through his clothes.
âFuck youâre so soft.â He moaned against your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and breathing against you like he couldnât believe your taste.Â
You gripped his hair harder, opening your mouth against his lips to beg. âMingi, pleaseâŠ.â You whined, arching your back and inching your hips closer to him. âPlease touch me, please.â
âOf course, baby,â he purred against your lips, pulling back from your mouth, trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck, breathing heavily. He couldnât keep his hands off your body, exploring every nook and cranny of your flesh, refusing to not touch you.
They landed on your pants, sliding them off your thighs and down your legs until they pooled on his kitchen floor. His hands gripped your now bare thighs, kneading the flesh, caressing the sensitive skin.
âFuck⊠wanna eat you out.â He cooed, already trailing kisses down your body until he reached the bare skin of your thighs, and lowered to his knees below you. He hooked his hands around the back of your hips, pulling your body closer towards the edge of the counter.
Now knelt between your thighs, his hands rose and found both of yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding your hands down against the counter, restraining you from using your arms.
âGonna make you cum with just my tongue.â He whispers against the soft skin of your inner thighs, a sinful promise. âThen Iâm gonna bend you over and show you why it gets so loud over here at night.â
You whined when he pressed a wet kiss against your clothed cunt, letting his tongue fall from his mouth, and he licked a fat wet stripe over the cloth, his spit mixing with the wet spot youâd already made in them yourself.
Impatient to taste you, Mingi bit the waistband of your underwear and slid the flimsy fabric down your thighs with his teeth, letting go when they fell to the ground and hovering over your fluttering pussy.
âSo pretty.â He mused, shouldering his way further between your thighs to spread you open more, still keeping his fingers locked with yours. Pressing a soft kiss against your clit, he then opened his mouth over your cunt, letting a glob of his saliva slip down his thick tongue and land directly on your clit, before he began to devour you.
Ravenous, Mingi split your lips open with his tongue, dragging it through your spit-slick folds and humming loudly against you when your taste hit his tongue.Â
The vibrations of his deep voice made your thighs clench around his head, but his broad shoulders kept them open for him as he licked and sucked like you were the best thing heâd ever tasted.
He groaned like it hurt, wrapping his soft plush lips around your sensitive clit, sucking, biting, swirling his tongue around it so perfectly you thought you might go insane.
His grip on your hands tightened like he was grounding himself, then dragging your hands up, guiding them to his hair. You felt as he pressed your fingers against his soft, messy hair, his hands slipping away and finding purchase on your thighs, holding them up and around his head.
âHang on to me, baby.â He groaned into you, and the moan of satisfaction he let out when you gripped the hair at his scalp sent another gush of arousal between your thighs that Mingi was quick to drink up greedily. âYeahâ fuck, just like that, donât let go.â
âOh my godâŠâ You cried, your head falling back as you let the feeling of his warm mouth wash over you, completely overwhelmed at how amazing it felt. How good he was at this.
âFeel good?â His eyes lifted to look at you, and from where you were, it almost looked like he was worshipping you, begging to taste you like you were his life source, and it made your brain go haywire.
âFeels so good.â You praised, and that seemed to spur him on further, burying his face deeper into you, nudging his nose against your clit, and sliding his tongue inside of you, and the pleasure was almost too much.
âMingiâŠcoming⊠holy shit.â He did not let up, only seeming to fuck you deeper on his tongue, the muscle so thick it nearly filled you up.
âYes, fuck good girl. Cum on my face, sweetheart. Cum all over me, give it to me, my sweet girl.â The fingers he was digging into your thighs slid upward to hold your lower waist, his thumbs pressing against your lower stomach, the pressure making your breath hitch and your vision flash white.
Before you knew it, you were cumming around Mingiâs tongue, voice breaking in a pathetic moan, thighs shaking around his head as he shook his head back and forth, helping you ride it out smoothly.
âThatâs it, my pretty slut. Give me all of you, wanna taste every fucking bit of you.â Mingi finally pulled away, littering your inner thighs with slick wet kisses, his lips shiny from your arousal and dripping in your wetness.
When he rose from his knees, you immediately reached your hands out to pull him to your lips and kiss him, messy all teeth and tongue as you tasted yourself on his lips.
âCâmon.â He started, hooking his hand underneath your sticky thighs and lifting you off the counter, carrying you back down the hall and to his bedroom, kissing you all the way.
He set you down on the floor once you were by his bed, before flipping your body around and pressing you down against the edge of the bed. His hands slid up the expanse of your back, hooking beneath the hem of your shirt and sliding it up and off your body.
You heard him shuffle his clothes off behind you, and thatâs when you felt it. Hot and heavy against your back, his cock lay against your lower back, pre-dripping from the tip and falling on your back.
You listened as you heard a drawer open, a wrapper rip, and then he slid the condom on with a suppressed groan.Â
His hands gripped your hips as he maneuvered his body to slide his thick cock along your sticky slit, leaning his body over so he could press his lips against your shoulder blades, languidly kissing and dragging his tongue along the back of your neck.
âFuck you smell so good.â He groaned into your hair as he continued to slide the length of him against your wet slit, the friction catching your clit every time he rolled his hips forward.
âInside...â you whined, pressing your cheek against the sheets, Mingiâs lips pressing against the shell of your ear, his sweat-slick chest flush against your back. âPlease, need you inside.â
âInside?â He whispered in your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth. âMy pretty baby wants me to fill her up?â He crooned, slipping his hips back so the tip of his dick barely pressed against your soaked entrance. His voice made your head fuzzy, so close and so intimate by your ear, your whole body shivered underneath him.
âFuck, please⊠I want you inside me.â And he couldnât wait any longer if he tried.
âOf course, beautiful.â He sank his teeth into the side of your throat, lolling his tongue over the bite as he began to sink his thick cock inside of you, so slowly, the stretch making your legs shake and your mouth fall open in surprise at how big he was. âAnything for you.â
He lifted his upper body so he could look down at where he slid inside of your pussy, moaning deeply at how you sucked him in eagerly, the slick that gushed between your thighs helping him glide in so easily it made him dizzy.
âFuck babyâŠâ he whined, careful as he slid out until just the tip sat inside before thrusting right back in, so deep, rolling his hips, perfectly grinding against that soft spot in your tummy that made you drool on his sheets.
âOh my god.. so deep.â You whimpered into the mattress, feeling the heat of Mingiâs palms as one cupped around the back of your neck and pressed your face further into the bed while the other caressed the side of your waist as he began to roll his hips into you rhythmically, groaning into the space with every thrust as you sucked him back in every time he pulled his cock back.
âMmm, yeah baby, you like that, donât you?â Mingi purred, admiring the slick sheen you had already begun to leave on his dick, with each deep-seated thrust he bullied into your pussy, grinning at each quiet, overstimulated whine that left your lips each time he hit that spot.
âYou feel me in there?â He thrusted hard this time, and you nearly choked on your breath at the intensity of the feeling.
âI feel youâŠâ You breathed out, fists gripping the sheets, loving the feeling of his big hand holding your head down and his cock stretching you out so good you were seeing stars.
Mingi picked up the rhythm, sliding the hand around your neck back down your spine before gripping the other side of your hips and beginning to take.
He began to pound you relentlessly, the tenderness of his touch now gone as he began to use your poor cunt like a toy, groaning each time you squeezed around him as he rutted against your G-spot like a man possessed.
âFuck fuck fuck..! God baby, you feel so good. So fucking good around me.â You could only cry out as he used your body, each thrust sending your senses into overdrive as you found yourself tumbling towards another orgasm at record speed, Mingi having no trouble staying at the angle that made your thoughts fog.
âFuck, Mingi, please. I need to feel you!â With all the strength you could muster, you reached your hand back to press against his lower stomach, urging him to stop.
He whined and stopped thrusting slowly, resorting to a deep, heavy grind in your pussy. âWhatâs wrong? What is it, baby?â He asked, barely holding himself back from continuing to pound you stupid into his sheets.
âPlease. Take it off.â You cried out. And Mingi paused for a second. Silence shadowed both of your ragged breaths and fucked out whines.
And then you felt it. The way his cock twitched, and then jumped inside of you, nudging against your G-spot, making you weak in the knees.
âYou want it raw?â He asked in near disbelief, his voice was so quiet you thought he was talking to himself. The grip on your hips was so tight you for sure thought it might bruise.
âPlease..â you replied, voice broken as tears welled in your eyes.
Mingi thought he just might lose his fucking mind. You heard his breathing quicken, then the hands on your hips slid up your back, gripping your shoulders and massaging the area, and you knew then and there that you were done for.
âMy little slut wants me to fuck her raw?â His tone switched, heavy, unbearably turned on. Full on feral.
He wasted no time. He slipped his cock out of you, the emptiness making you groan as you felt him grab your waist and flip your body over so you were lying on your side. With a satisfied groan, Mingi pulled the condom off his cock, throwing it off to the side as he situated himself behind your body. Pressing his chest to your back, sliding a hand to cup the underside of your thigh. He lifted your leg so he could press the head of his cock against your hole, pressing his lips against the heat of your neck, right beneath your ear.
Like it hurt for every second he wasnât inside you, Mingi groaned with a satisfaction that made it seem he had cum right then and there as he slipped his cock right back inside of you. You could feel all of him now without the thin barrier of latex. Warm, pulsing, filling you with every inch of him.
He moaned loud and heavy below your ear, immediately fucking up into your pussy so hard you felt dizzy. Mingi was insatiable, the hand on your thigh spreading your leg open further while the other pressed against your lower stomach, letting you feel every slick inch of him pounding inside of you.
âYeah, yeah, how's that baby? This better? Love when Iâm fucking you raw and nasty? Youâ shitâ want me to cum in this pussy and fill you up with me, sweetheart? Tell me thatâs what you want.â
You nodded against him, moaning loudly, taking every purposeful stroke he gave you, the slick and wet sounds making your face hot and your cunt wetter.
âI want it.. please want you to cum inside me, Mingi.â He licked all over the side of your neck, kissing the veins in your throat and pressing ever harder against your stomach.
âOkay baby⊠yeah, Iâm gonna give it to you. Iâm gonna fill this pussy up and youâre gonna take it for me.â
You spasmed around him as your orgasm washed over you like a lethal wave, gripping him tight, Mingiâs hips stuttering, feeling you clench around him.
âOh, there we go, what a good fucking girl cumming on my cock like that. So pretty when you fall apart for me.â Mingi whined into your ear as he felt his release building, his hip movements slowing to a sloppy rhythm, his voice dropping to a sultry, whimpering whisper as he pressed his plush lips right against your hot ears.
âI'm gonna cum for you, babyâŠâ He murmured, panting quietly against your ear like he was in heat, squeezing your thigh and pressing harder against your stomach. And with a few last devastating thrusts, he slipped the hand on your stomach up to grip your chin.
Mingi turned your head so he could press his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a sinful, whiny moan as he came inside of you, rolling his hips to push it deeper into you, moaning and sighing into the wet kiss you shared.
He pulled from your lips with a heavy sigh, the thin string of saliva connecting you two snapping when he turned his head to look down at the mess between your legs.
âFuck⊠look at the mess we made.â he groaned, watching attentively as he slipped his soaked cock out of you, you in turn sighing at the absence.
You were both suddenly startled when you heard a loud banging on the ceiling, nearly jumping out of your skin.
âChrist almighty, could you fuck any louder!!??â Whatever neighbor lived above Mingi, banging on his floor with a broom, angrily shouting at the two of you for how loud you were being.
You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands. âOh my god, were we that loud?â Mingi laughed and kissed the side of your neck softly, smiling against your skin.
âI mean, you were pretty loud.â He teased, and you immediately turned to hit him.
âAnd whose fault is that?!â You exclaimed, glaring with embarrassment written all over your face. Mingi smiled harder and proudly puffed out his chest like he was getting ready to accept a gold medal.
âThat would be mine.â He peppered your face with tons of gentle kisses, and you couldnât help but giggle.
âDoes this mean that youâll stop blasting music so I can get some good sleep now?â You asked half seriously, half jokingly. Mingi only shrugged.
âIf it means that youâll keep coming over and seeing me, I think Iâll continue as previously planned.â
âOh my god, just knock on my door like a normal person, please! Do not turn your blender on every time you want to see me. I swear to god Iâll move out.â
Mingi pouted and kissed your throat. âYou wouldnât.â He softly murmured, giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes youâd ever seen.
âStop using kitchen appliances and subwoofer speakers as mating calls, and maybe I wonât.â
Mingi grinned and kissed your shoulder, getting up and running to the bathroom to grab a rag.Â
âNo promises!â He winked, and you sighed as he leaned down to get you cleaned up.
synopsis: once every month, your boyfriend disappears for a week. radio silence, no calls, no texts. where does he go? and why is he so adamant on not letting you find out?
word count: 5.5k
warnings: fem!reader, swearing, some werewolf lore, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, lots of mentions of bodily fluids, multiple orgasms, ruts and knotting, this is lowkey omegaverse donât come for me, there are things happening here that are anatomically not possible, reader is horny and it makes her stupid
a/n: hello i am back again. this is kinda crack fic-ey in some places LMFAOOOOO but ykw who cares fanfiction isnât supposed to be realistic anyway
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âI think you need to confront him.â
âWith what? I have no evidence except my crazy, paranoid brain.â
An eyebrow raise, an incredulous look from your friend.
âIâm sure being gone for a week every month counts as evidence.â
You donât answer, only pursing your lips in reply. You stare at your glass, still almost completely full as compared to Seungkwanâs, who has already downed one and is on his second. He isnât drunk, of course. Not off one beer. So you canât say his suggestion is coming from a place of intoxication. In any case, heâs right. Going off the radar monthly for a week is suspicious. Especially when itâs every month like clockwork, and especially because itâs your boyfriend doing it.
âMaybe his period is really bad.â Seungkwan jokes. You roll your eyes and finally take a sip of your drink. Seungkwan appraises you for a few moments, observing the troubled look on your face before sighing.
âYou canât keep going like this, Y/N.â His voice is more gentle now. âYouâve been seeing him for nearly half a year now. You deserve to know what heâs hiding from you.â
You shake your head. âI know him. Heâs not a liar. Heâs not a bad person.â
Seungkwan reaches across the table and squeezes your arm in reassurance. âI know that. Iâm not saying he is. But this isnât something that you can sweep under the rug. Wouldnât it be better to find out now instead of continuing a relationship that makes you doubt?â
Seungkwan is right. Of course he is. Even if it isnât something bad, you know you still have to ask Seungcheol about it. You have been putting it off under the guise that the relationship is still ânewâ and you donât want to intrude into his space too soon and potentially jeopardize what you two have. Because you really care about him, maybe youâre in love with him too, and you donât want to mess it up.
Seungcheol came into your life after a patch of bad dates. With every guy that acted like a complete asshole to you, you became more and more disillusioned with the idea of dating. But then you met him at a convenience store on a random Wednesday afternoon, where he showed up straight from the gym, looking for a bottle of water. You felt like an idiot with your soda and four sugary snacks, watching this absolute hunk buy just water and chug it down. But he noticed you, and he liked you enough to strike up a conversation. He walked you to your car, and you didn't hesitate for a second before giving him your number. He was handsome, kind and funny. Thereâs no way you could say no.
That was six months ago, and Seungcheol has proven to be an excellent boyfriend. He loves to dote on you and take care of you. He enjoys the little things, like lying in bed together to watch movies on a rainy day, or going for an evening jog and buying excess amounts of food on the way back. He loves showing you off to his friends, a tight knit group that often go out for barbecue and karaoke, insisting you join them. It always turns out to be a very fun night, and you look forward to it every time. He drives you home afterward, spends the night, and ends up taking you to heights you previously havenât experienced in your relationships. When he kisses you, it feels like flowers blooming in your chest. You truly feel like youâre falling in love with him. Heâs perfect in every way.
Except this one little thing.
Every month, for six days, Seungcheol disappears. And by that you mean truly disappears.
When it happened the first time, you called and texted, all of which remained unanswered. That was very unlike him. He always replies fairly quickly, or at least lets you know that he is busy. But not this time. Worry clawed at you. By day four, you had showed up at his apartment, and the door was answered by his roommate Mingyu, who was evasive about where Seungcheol was, and only promised that he would get back to you in a few days. He didnât even let you in, which was so far and away from the kind Mingyu you knew. You had left confused and slightly irritated.
When Seungcheol came back, he was endlessly apologetic, saying something urgent needed his attention and he left town. He sat you down and explained to you that he needed to be absent once every month on some personal business, and at the time, you two had freshly started dating, so you just agreed. He was the best boyfriend you had had in years. You didnât want to be difficult and drive him away. You already cared for him so much that it didnât register how strange his request was, how much of a red flag it should have set off in your brain. You couldnât imagine someone as wonderful as Seungcheol being involved in anything bad. And maybe that was naĂŻve of you, but you convinced yourself that maybe it was something temporary.
But months passed, and it kept happening. You are more comfortable with him now, and now you want to know the reason because if you donât then your mind will keep making up crazy explanations that will make you spiral. Is he cheating? Does he have a secret family out of town that he needs to see once a month? Is it drugs? God, you canât take it anymore.
You and Seungkwan call it a night fairly early, since you both have work the next morning. Itâs barely past nine when you get home, and you wonder if you should call Seungcheol over. He usually crashes at your place after wrapping up with work and the gym. But your eyes fall on the date, and you realise Seungcheol is due to âdisappearâ tomorrow. So he likely wonât show up for the night and instead stay at his own place. Or go out of town. Or whatever the fuck he usually does in this one elusive week.
You feel irritation creep up on your brain. Fuck this. You open his chat and text him.
[me]: SOS. URGENT.
Then you wait. You sit on the couch and donât answer the phone when he inevitably starts calling. You know itâs a shitty thing to do, but you donât think you can wait for a week to confront him and stew more and more in your thoughts. And this isnât something you can talk about over the phone. Whatever he needs to do can wait for one night of conversation. You know he will show up, so you just wait for the doorbell to ring.
And it does, followed by a series of heavy bangs, a call of your name, some cursing, before a key fits into the lock as he uses the one you gave him about a month ago.
Seungcheol comes barrelling into the room, out of breath and eyes darting around frantically. You feel a bit bad, but you canât focus on that too much when something that smells earthy and grassy hits your nose. Itâs not a bad smell, itâs actually quite pleasant. Like how grass smells after the rain. But itâs overwhelming and it clings to him. Itâs nowhere near projected to rain, you know the forecast. So why does he smell like that?
You frown, staring at him. He looks unreasonably disheveled. His hair is sticking up all over the place and heâs sweating like crazy. His gym isnât far. He shouldnât be this winded over a two block run, especially considering how good of a shape he is in.
âWhat-â he looks confused. âWhat happened?â
âI need to talk to you.â
He blinks a few times, straightening up and looking around. âWhat is the emergency?â
You sigh. âThereâs no emergency, Cheol. But I really need to talk to you before you take off again for a week.â
That makes him pause, the sharpness in your tone. He takes a deep breath, shifting in his place. He brushes his hair off his forehead, and you realise how flushed his normally pale skin is. His neck, his ears, up to his jaw and the apples of his cheeks.
âWere you in the middle of a workout?â You ask.
He blinks again, like heâs processing your words. You notice his eyes, hazy, unfocused. Worry starts to creep up on you.
âCheol, are you okay?â
He nods a bit too harshly, rubbing over his eyes as if to clear them. You watch, incredulous.
âI thought you were-â He huffs, as if irritated. âCan we do this after I get back?â His voice sounds strained. He shuffles back a bit more, away from you, and you feel the same irritation again, bordering on anger.
âNo.â You stand up. âWeâre doing this now. Iâm tired of the lies.â
Seungcheol looks indignant. âI never lied to you.â
âYou never told me the whole truth either.â You shoot back. When you take a step towards him, Seungcheol jerks back. You freeze. What the hell is wrong with him?
âAre you okay? Are you sick?â You feel more worried now, looking at the state of him. He shakes his head, still breathing hard. Heâs standing still now, why is his breathing not regulating? Why is he still panting like he ran two miles?
âIâm fine. I just need to leave.â
You scowl. âWhat is this, Cheol? What is so secretive that you can never talk about it?â
He groans, almost frustrated, before stepping towards the door. You immediately take hurried steps forward to block his path. He glares at you.
âDonât be childish.â He grits. âLet me leave.â
You hesitate for a second. Seungcheol has never acted this way with you before. Heâs rough around the edges, but heâs always gentle with you. You wonder again, if you should stick to your guns here. But youâve come too far to back off now.
âTell me where youâre going and I will let you go right now.â
Seungcheol laughs, but itâs not amused at all. Itâs choppy, almost like a scoff. His shoulders slump.
âFine.â He sighs. âFine. I guess it was too good to be true that you wouldnât question this at all.â
Your heart pounds. What is he about to tell you?
âIâm a werewolf.â
You stare at him. He stares back. Everything is silent in the apartment. You donât move, as if waiting for him to say âsikeâ and start laughing.
âWhat?â
âIâm a werewolf.â
âNo, I heard you-â You gape at him. Then you feel irritated again.
âIs this a joke? Because all itâs doing is making me more angry-â
Seungcheol shakes his head, trudging to the couch and dropping on it with a heavy sigh. He pushes his hair off his forehead again, and heâs so sweaty that it slicks back instead of flopping into place again. The smell of rain and earth hit you once more.
âYou ever notice that I disappear around the full moon?â He mumbles. He looks spaced out again, like he isnât really in his senses.
âI-â You donât know what to say. You know the rumors. The conspiracy theories online. The so-called âwerewolf sightingâ videos that look a little too fake. Every once in a while, someone would pop up talking about their experience with werewolves. There are pages and pages of so-called wolf âloreâ online, and the usual stereotypes about them, but you always thought it was some fantasy-obsessed nuts. Your mind reels. Somehow the first question you blurt out is-
âDoes anyone else know?â
He shakes his head. You remember when you had shown up at his apartment five months ago.
âDoes Mingyu know?â
Seungcheol nods. âHeâs a werewolf too. Part of my pack.â
Your jaw drops. âThereâs a pack?â
Seungcheol stares at you and nods slowly. âYeah. Me, Mingyu, Chan, Joshua, Soonyoung, JihoonâŠ.â He trails off, eyebrows furrowing.
âIâm not gonna lie, I didnât think you would be more interested in other members of my pack and not the fact that I'm a werewolf.â
âRight.â You feel lightheaded. âSorry. A lot to process.â
He finally smiles at you, but itâs painful, almost like a wince, and it makes your heart lurch a bit. You sway slightly, realise you are still standing, and move to the couch. When you sit down, Seungcheol scoots away from you. You watch him.
âDoes the fact that youâre acting weird have anything to do with you being a werewolf?â
Seungcheol fidgets, looking nervous for the first time. Is there more? What else could he possibly tell you that would be crazier than this?
âThis is- uh,â he groans, burying his head in his hands. âHow the hell do I tell you this?â
âIt canât be worse than what youâve already said.â You respond. Your own voice sounds like itâs far away from you, like youâre watching all of this unfold instead of being there yourself. Seungcheol snorts.
âIt absolutely can be.â
You donât reply, waiting. This time, Seungcheol doesnât look at you. His cheeks still dusted pink, sweat lining his forehead.
âOnce a month, every male werewolf goes into a rut.â He mumbles. âItâs just a natural thing. Starts after puberty.â
You frown, remembering what Seungkwan said. âWhat happens? Is it like a period?â
He manages to laugh at that, shaking his head. âNo, itâs like- like a mating thing.â
Heâs already flushed, but he manages to turn even redder, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He groans, expression pinched as if in pain. âThis is so embarrassing.â
âJust say it.â You encourage. Youâre very curious now, and the metaphorical edging isn't helping. You try to rack your brain on any passing thing you had read on the internet about werewolves, but youâre drawing a blank.
âI told you, itâs a mating thing. The werewolf part in me wants to- wants to breed.â
You freeze, trying to keep a straight face as you process his words.
âSo you get horny?â
Seungcheol nearly doubles over, burying his head between his knees. If you werenât reeling so hard at this revelation, you would be more amused.
âSo you disappear once a month because you get horny?â You lean back on the couch. Realisation of the incredulity of this situation hits you, and you try not to laugh. âI gotta hand it to you, Cheol. Thatâs one hell of an excuse.â
That makes him look up, confused. âWhat do you mean?â
You stand up then, walking to the kitchen. Seungcheol follows you with his eyes. You pour yourself a glass of water, leaning against the counter to look at him, peering over the back of the couch at you. You down the glass in two gulps, gathering your thoughts.
âYou expect me to believe that you disappear once a month because youâre a werewolf and you have some biological urge to mate and make werewolf babies?â You scoff, voice tinged with sarcasm. âYou know thereâs better ways to lie? But I have to admit, of all the guys that have lied to me in the past, yours is the most creative.â
âYou think Iâm lying to you?â He stands up, walking around the couch and closer to you. Thereâs that scent again. Rain and earth. âYou think Iâm making all this up?â
You roll your eyes, even if your heart squeezes at how hurt he sounds. Deep down, youâre very confused. He sounds so earnest and sincere, but it is just too fantastical to believe. Werewolves are real? Who the hell in their right mind would believe that?
You remembered hearing about werewolves from old, scary stories told around campfires when you were a kid. Then, with the internet becoming popular, those same stories got transferred to forums and YouTube video essays. While people did talk about werewolves, you donât know anyone personally who actually saw or knew one. They are the same as ghosts, or demons, or vampires. They are mythological creatures.
âEven your excuse is half baked.â You manage to say, not looking at his eyes, the hurt in them. âYou leave because youâre horny? You realise Iâm your girlfriend right? You realise we have sex?â
Seungcheol grits his teeth. âItâs not the same. A rut is- itâs intense. I lose control over all my senses. If Iâm not careful, I could hurt you.â
You roll your eyes. âBut you can go fuck someone else. Got it.â
Seungcheol steps closer, crowding you against the counter. He looks noticeably ticked off now, and something about it makes your core stir just a bit. âI donât fuck anyone. I lock myself in my room and ride it out. I would never do that to you. I love you.â
You tense, staring wide eyed at him, shocked. This is the first time he has said that to you. Your heart squeezes, and despite the clouds in his eyes, thereâs a bright sincerity in them as you look at him.
âYou mean that?â
He smiles, and it looks almost pained. âOf course I do. Iâve been in love with you for months. And I wish I could tell you this in a better setting, but I donât want you to ever think that I would do something like that.â
You let out a shaky sigh. âI donât know what to believe anymore.â
Seungcheol nods slowly. âI know. Itâs too much to take in. Once my rut is over, I promise I will take you out and show you everything. Iâll introduce you to the pack properly, this time as a pack. Every question you have, I promise I will answer. But right nowâŠ.â
He steps back from you, head turning up to the ceiling with eyes squeezed shut like heâs in pain.
âRight now I can feel my rut coming, so I have to leave.â
You watch him trudge out of the kitchen and towards the door. You panic at the thought of him leaving. So you make up your mind in that split second, even if you think it might be a stupid decision.
âYou could stay.â
Seungcheol smiles and shakes his head. âI canât, baby.â
âI could help you. With your rut.â
He blinks. Frowns. âI told you. I lose all senses.â
âAnd what?â You step closer to him. âYou get a little rough? I can handle rough.â
The air between you shifts, electrifies. Seungcheol stares at you, like heâs trying to figure you out.
âRuts arenât like normal sex.â His voice is low, breathy. Heâs speaking more deliberately now, as if trying to make you understand. You feel something zip down your spine. âI never go down. Iâm constantly hard. I need to cum over and over.â
âSounds hot as hell to me.â Youâre only partially teasing. Your heart is beating so fast, and a small voice in your head questions you. Are you insane? But thereâs a curiosity in you, and a fire sizzling deep inside the pit of your stomach. And something about the way he smells up close is making you heady, like sitting in a cloud of marijuana smoke.
And also, deep down, a small part of you still doesnât believe this ridiculous story. And you want to see where this goes.
When you lay your palm on your boyfriendâs chest, he tenses. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see his knuckles turn white. His breathing is heavy, shaky. His pupils are blown, and you canât help but clench at how wrecked he looks. And nothing has happened yet. You try not to imagine what he will look like when youâre under him. You want to see that so badly.
âI can take it.â
He shakes his head. âYou canât.â
âWhy donât we find out?â You challenge him. One step closer puts you right in his space, and you lean up on your tiptoes to run your lips over his jaw. Seungcheol nearly shakes, trembles with restraint. You can see he is battling with himself, and you wonder what you can do to give him one last push.
âImagine how much better your ruts could be if you had me to fuck through them, instead of suffering every month.â You mouth at his skin right below the ear. âYou underestimate how bad I want you to manhandle me, Cheol.â
He groans, and you feel his hands finally touch you, gripping hard at your hips before sliding up your sides. He kneads the plush of your waist, fingers almost greedy as they run over you. It sends a thrill through you. He all but pants into your neck and you almost gasp when you hear a growl reverberate deep in his chest, almost animalistic. Your veins turn a bit cold. You wonder what you have gotten yourself into.
âYouâre sure?â He asks one last time.
You swallow hard, making up your mind. âPlease fuck me. I want it.â
Something in the air breaks.
His lips are on yours, needy, desperate, suffocating, teeth nipping sharply at your mouth until youâre moaning, feeling his tongue slide in almost instantly. He bends just enough to grip the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks to your bedroom, lips not leaving yours for a single second.
Sex with Seungcheol is always passionate, but this seems charged by a fire you have not yet felt. It feels like he wants to devour you, and you keen at how good it feels to have him want you this much. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on to him tight until heâs dropping you onto the bed, your body bouncing on the mattress for a fraction of a second before heâs on you again. This time, heâs licking and nipping over your jaw, traveling back until he meets the shell of your ear, then down to your neck. All the while, he whispers to you.
âYou have no idea how good you smell to me, baby.â He says. âThat first day I met you, I could smell you across the store. The most delicious thing I ever scented. And you were so beautiful. I knew I had to have you.â
You canât help your moan, hearing him talk about you like that. Thereâs something animalistic and primal about it that you didnât know could turn you on so much. He parts your legs to settle between them, and his tongue presses insistently into the junction between your shoulder and neck. Itâs his favorite place to give you hickies. You never knew why until right now.
âThis,â he nips at the skin, âis where itâs the strongest. This is where I want to mark you the most. So you can always smell a little bit like me. So everyone knows youâre mine.â
You clench hard. Your head spins. Your hips buck up, brushing over the front of his jeans. Heâs already rock hard, and somehow straining through the many layers so you can feel his erection. He groans, still sucking a hickey into you. You already feel delirious, trying to string your thoughts into sentences.
âWhy donât you bite me? Isnât that a werewolf thing?â
He growls, growls, and the sound is filled with primal desperation. He digs his teeth just a bit more into the skin. Not enough to break it, but enough to bruise. It feels like a warning, one that you donât want to heed.
âDonât say that shit to me, darling.â He rasps. âYou donât know how little self control I have right now.â
Thatâs what youâre working on. You want him to give in completely. And it might be a completely stupid risk on your part, but you canât help wanting to see him succumb to whatever animal is inside him, calling the shots. You buck your hips up again, and he chases after them, grinding hard into your heat. You sigh at the friction, and he does it again. He laves your neck with his tongue and teeth, humping into you over and over until youâre so wet and desperate that you canât take any more. You whine and tug at his clothes.
âCheol.â you gasp. âOff.â
He complies, and clothes fly off, one article after another, until youâre naked under his unusually heated torso. Youâve always loved how physically massive your boyfriend is, and you wonder if that has to do with his species or just who he is as a person. Is he even a person?
His skin is slick with sweat, and when you meet his eyes, you nearly gasp at how the color of his irises have changed. Streaks of golden branch outwards from his dilated pupils. His lips are swollen from being kissed and bitten, and he runs his tongue over them as if he wants to taste the remnants of your skin. His hair feels like itâs standing on its end, giving him a rougher, more rugged look.
He looksâŠâŠ wild. Thatâs the only word you can think of.
When he finally shucks his pants and underwear, leaving him bare, your eyes nearly bulge out from your head. Youâve seen his dick before, taken it countless times, but he looks bigger, curvier. The vein that runs on the underside is throbbing desperately, and you almost get dizzy when you see that the base of his cock is broader, almost like it swelled up.
âStill think you can take me?â He says.
He looks too gone to be able to speak even, but it seems some part of his mental faculties is still intact. You however, feel like youâve dunked your head underwater. Your pussy weeps, clenches, horribly empty, and some filthy part of you wants to take all of him, even if it might not be possible.
âI want to.â You breathe out, tearing your eyes away from his leaking cock to look up into his golden eyes. âWanna take all of you so bad. Even if I canât. I wanna try.â
Seungcheol takes his sweet time opening you up, going from one finger, to two, to three, and even squeezing his pinky in there when he thinks youâre ready. He whispers encouragement in your ear, saying he needs to do this before common sense leaves him and all he can think of is cumming inside you over and over. He praises you, sucking more bruises into your skin until you feel like every part of your neck is completely marred. He fucks his fingers into you until you cum once, twice, until your throat is hoarse from singing his praises, moaning over and over, begging for his cock. Until your pussy is wrecked and sore without even tasting his cock yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls his fingers out, completely drenched, and uses your juices to slick up his shaft.
âI canât hold back anymore.â He sounds like a wounded animal, needy, begging, and his voice is torn and choppy. âI need to fuck you-â
When his cock finally breaches your cunt, your mouth drops open in a silent cry, hands fisting into the sheets under you, toes curling. Youâre already delirious, beyond logic from your two orgasms, and it feels like youâre already spent. But you want more because youâre greedy and Seungcheol always spoils you. Every time you feel like heâs all the way inside, he keeps going farther, until you think you can feel him in your stomach, even if thatâs not physically possible. You feel the rim of your hole bump up against something even bigger, and he finally stops.
âDonât think youâre ready for my knot yet.â He grunts out.
Your sex addled, horny brain wants to insist that you are, but you already feel so damn full, so you take his word for it. You try to regulate your breaths, try to make them slower so your chest doesnât feel like itâs on fire, but then Seungcheol starts moving, pulling out slowly before pushing back in, and for the first time since you started, you actually think you wonât survive this.
He picks up the pace fairly quickly, fucking hard and fast into you while he groans and pants in your ear, telling you how good you feel. His words quickly devolve into depravity. You feel his nails digging into your thighs more sharply now, and the scent of rain and earth gets more potent. You think you can see the little hair on his arms stand on end, his thrusts get more frantic. Your eyes are wide, you almost canât believe them, when you see the muscles shift under his skin, like they are rearranging themselves. Something fundamentally alters in his appearance at that moment, and you wonder if heâs really, truly gone now. He grunts again, rough and gritty, and youâre reminded acutely of an animal.
âIâm gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up. You want that?â
Your body jolts with each thrust, your breaths coming in staccato, your poor pussy taking the beating of a lifetime, but it feels so good, like heâs fucking depths in you previously unreachable, stoking a fire so primal you had no idea it existed inside you. Your brain seems to be slipping further and further away from reality, almost like youâre the one in rut, like youâre the one who badly wants to fuck and get fucked, and you nod your head desperately at his question.
Seungcheol pulls your legs up by the backs of your knees until he is bending you in half, using his weight to pin you down hard on the mattress. It presses into your stomach, your chest, and your breaths get shorter, your brain more muddled as oxygen enters your lungs less and less. It only amplifies the pleasure, making you lightheaded. Seungcheol is still talking, making only little sense.
âGonna breed you. Gonna get you pregnant. You want that? Getting filled up with my pups?â
âYes.â You sob, caught up in the fantasy of it. âCum in me, Cheolie. Need to be filled up until itâs leaking out of me.â
He snarls, eyes screwing shut, and then you feel warmth flood your insides. Itâs enough to push you over the edge too, and you weep as a fire lights up in you in the wake of your orgasm, burning and sizzling in your nerves as you jerk and twitch, riding it out. Seungcheol groans and gasps, short, quick thrusts carrying him through his high. Heâs still cumming. Thereâs so much of it that it runs down your ass and onto the sheets, but you donât care. Your body goes slack.
You whine when he pulls out abruptly, your body jolting as he grabs your hips to flip you over, tugging at them until youâre on your knees. He uses his right hand to push down on your back until youâre arching. He hums in approval at the position you take.
His cock enters you again, and you gasp at how hard he is. He was right. He didnât lose his erection at all. He immediately sets a brutal pace, hitting a whole new angle in this position that has you scrambling for purchase, your walls fluttering around him. Itâs almost too much, almost, but it feels so good that youâre high on it, like someone took out your brain and threw it away, leaving you as this debased mess.
You can barely gasp, can barely feel the drool that runs from your open mouth and onto the mattress, eyes rolled up. But Seungcheol sees it when he bends over you, pace not faltering for a second, and he groans at the sight.
âNasty slut.â He spits out, voice unsteady because of the force of his thrusts. âYou were right. I did underestimate you. You were made to take a werewolfâs cock. Made to help in a rut. The perfect little fuck toy.â
You whine, clenching around him at his words. He curses, hand reaching around to toy with your clit, and aided by the remnants of your last orgasm, you cum again after a few tight rubs, trembling in his hold and nearly unable to suck in air. Tears escape the corners of your eyes, running down to drip onto the bedsheets. This one feels more like a gentle wave in the wake of your previous highs, like something cold and sizzling traveling through your nerves. Seungcheol moans, teeth sinking into the back of your neck, before heâs grinding into you and reaching his own high. He throbs inside you, spurting ropes of white, and more of it leaks out of you, running through your slit before falling in thick globs onto the bed. Itâs filthy, wet and sticky, but your mouth waters at the thought of tasting it.
It takes three more rounds, on the bed, on the floor, and against the wall, before Seungcheolâs cock finally, finally, goes flaccid. He fucks you for hours, alternating between deep, slow strokes to frantically rutting into you until he is cumming again. He whispers filthy, downright scandalous things in your ear, like youâre an object made for his pleasure, and all these words coming from kind, respectful Seungcheol just send you spiraling into lust.
He manhandles you so easily, arranging your limbs exactly how he wants them like you really are his little fuck doll. At this point, you have cum running down your thighs in thick streaks, oozing out every time your abused cunt clenches. Youâve lost count of how many times you came on him. Youâre sweaty and aching all over, no sensation in your legs. You canât move, canât speak, and black spots dance in your vision. You vaguely feel him carrying you, hands securely holding your thighs.
Itâs ten minutes later that you feel like you can see and hear again, and you find yourself in your bathtub, back against Seungcheolâs chest, warm from his touch and the water around you. It soothes your sore muscles, and your eyelids droop, basking in the silence. You feel gentle lips on your shoulder, on the rare unmarked patch of skin, and you sigh at the feeling.
âYou doing okay?â
You hum, turning your head so you can nuzzle into his neck. He kneads at your legs, and the pressure feels amazing.
âThink you can do three or four more days of this?â
You blink blearily up at him. He still looks a bitâŠ.. wild. Wolf-like. Hair standing up, bristling, like it has a life of its own. The golden tinge of his irises.
âI thought it was six days.â
âTheyâre shorter when you have someone helping you through them.â
You nod. âThereâs really so much I donât know.â
Seungcheol chuckles a bit, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His tongue laps at your neck again, licking over your skin in thick stripes, and you realise you really like it when he does that.
âHow long before we have to go again?â You ask.
He squeezes you, and you feel his lips tug up in a grin. âYou want me that bad?â
You heat up at the deep timbre in his voice, shrugging. âWhat can I say, I think itâs hot when you go all wolf on me.â
That makes him laugh, loud and deep from his chest. He kisses your temple, then the shell of your ear and water splashes around you as you squirm at the feeling, giggling. He keeps licking at your skin as the water settles again.
âMaybe one day, I can take your knot too.â
You can see the exact moment your words hit him, making him suck in a sharp breath, pupils dilating. He grins, slow and sexy, and you feel his cock twitch against your back.
âYou keep takinâ me like a champ and that day might come earlier than you think.â
WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Smut/Explicit Sexual Content, Filthy Sex (Everyone here is feral, and somehow the narratives are worse than the sex itself; Turn your brain off for this one please because this is meant to read like a pornhwa LMAO); Specific Content Tags and Warning Expansions are at the bottom (for the love of all things good please read them if there are things you have hard limits on. Assume the worst.)
WC: 17.7k
SUMMARY: Just a girl getting her dose of vitamin sea and vitamin D⊠Or would Dâs be more appropriate?
A/N: Back early but I have an exam tomorrow so Iâm just dropping this as a surprise then disappearing again đ„Č Tried my best to make this a light fun read instead of my usual chunks of paragraphs đ (I failed halfway, clearly.) This one is so bad, but itâs October so Iâll take it as a free pass, thanks. Also, this was made based on a request from a lovely moot of mine. Hope yâall enjoy!
Strong independent woman.
Itâs what friends, family, and even strangers would call you. With a pretty face and an even prettier salary, youâre the kind of woman that men avoid because they know better than to punch above their weight. You are, as the younger folks like to say it, the baddest bitch incarnate.
You like to think that they were just exaggerating it.
Everything you are now is just a consequence of your passion, your drive. You knew what you wanted, and you did everything you could to get it. With a stroke of luck, a dash of opportunity, and a shit ton of hard work, you managed to land the job of your dreams that fulfilled you. However, as much as you love your job, constantly grinding through the hours and coming home to nothing for support is bound to burn anyone out, even if you make it look effortless. Youâve piled up leaves, you deserve a break.
Plus, sometimes a girl just wants to have fun.
It was time for another retreat, another escape, and this year you find that youâre craving a little vitamin sea, and who knows? Maybe a pretty woman like you could get a bit of that vitamin D. It wouldnât be hard to drag some poor unwitting soul into your orbit. The true difficulty lied in finding someone worth pulling.
(Men are often disappointments.)
When you pull up at the resort in your black Jeep, the first thing you notice is the eyes. It isnât uncommon, youâre sort of used to it, but the obvious gazes and the hushed whispers always have you torn between feeling like shit and the shit. Â
Youâre the hottest woman here.
(What if they all thought you were hideous?)
Itâs a tough life, really, but women power through. Youâve worked hard to get this far up, and you werenât about to let the doubt tear you down.
âCan I help you with that car, maâam?â One of the hotel staff, a young man with a bright grin says as he approaches you.
âOh, please do. If you donât mind,â You say with a soft smile as you hand the manâChan, his nameplate readsâyour keys. âThank you, Chan.â
The tip of his ears are quick to turn red as he takes the keys. âN-No problem, maâam!â
When Chan scurries awayâhow cute, you thinkâanother member of the staff named Seungkwan is quick to take his place. Heâs cute too, and youâre starting to wonder if this hotel was just hiring visuals left and right.
âDo you need help with your bags as well?â Seungkwan asks, hands already on your heavy luggages.
âIf itâs not too much trouble, dear,â You say, and Seungkwan is quick to straighten up and hoist your bags onto the luggage cart like heâs ready to carry the entire world for you if you asked him to.
What a sweet boy.
(What would it be like to ruin him, you wonder?)
You canât help but find yourself filled with excitement as you follow Seungkwan into the hotel lobby. The energy is good, great even, and you were already looking forward to how the rest of your stay would unfold.
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âHyung, can you check-in? I really need to pee,â Mingyu says, one hand tight on Seungcheolâs shoulder with the other clutching at his hip as he squirms.
âGo,â Seungcheol waves the younger man off with a snort.Â
âThanks, hyung.â
Seungcheolâs starting to wonder just how urgent Mingyuâs bladder problem is considering the man had the audacity to wink at the women he passes by on his way to the restroom.
Smug little shit, Seungcheol thinks fondly as he laughs quietly to himself.
Not like heâs any better because when the same women catch his gaze, heâs quick to give them a smile. Not quite like the wink Mingyu gave out like the heartthrob he is, but itâs a soft, dashing smile that screams reliable, respectable gentleman.
Seungcheol and Mingyu are just self-absorbed in different fonts.
He knows.
But could anyone really blame him when people always seemed to stop and stare whenever one or two of them were around? Theyâre good-looking men draped in luxury, good-looking men with an aura that oozes confidence. One would have to be blind and numb to not be affected by their flow, their vibe.
Call it arrogant, but Seungcheol likes to call it honest.
Heâs worked hard to get to where he is, and itâs only natural that he took pride in it. He and Mingyu are self-made, clawed their way from middle-class to the top, and he likes to think that being confident is only a natural companion to the tenacity and drive that got them to where they are today.
âGood morning, Mr. Choi,â The receptionist greets as Seungcheol goes up to the desk. âItâs nice to have you back.â
The process is swift, barely lasting a few seconds. Itâs a privilege only few get even among the select. He and Mingyu are here every summer, after all. Their days are spent swimming, surfing, and maximizing the resort's amenities while their nights are spent partying at nearby clubs, throwing shots, and making out with some strangers in the dark. Sometimes it led to more, most of the time it didnât. They may like the fun, but the two still had standards to uphold and reputations to protect.
Seungcheol goes to the couches to wait for Mingyu, and thatâs when he sees you.
Youâre exactly the kind of woman he likes.
Beautiful wasnât enough to describe you, but divine might just be close enough. Itâs only fitting considering how many heads youâve turned, how many men have stumbled over their feet at your entrance, and how many women have looked at you with either envy or awe. Only divinity incites rage and adoration all at once. Your ethereal glow is only enhanced by your movement, your graceful strides. You move with confidence, the kind that flows the way water does: naturally. Your presence doesnât scream, doesnât cry for attention, it just magnetizes.Â
And boy was Seungcheol magnetized.
Even when Mingyu comes back from the washroom talking about the new activities the resort is offering, Seungcheol finds his eyes glued onto you and the way youâre smiling and talking to the receptionist like sheâs an old friend.
Beautiful, polite, and charismatic? Slow down before you bring a man to his knees, god damn.
However, Seungcheolâs little staring session is abruptly cut off when Mingyu starts dragging him to the restaurant, complaining about how long the drive was and how much food heâs going to be scarfing down before hitting the waves and swimming to his heartâs content.
Seungcheol could not care less when his mind was still on you, wondering if the universe would be kind enough to let him get another glimpse of you.
(He hopes it is.)
The next day, Seungcheol decides that heâs going for a swim while Mingyu dozes away in their hotel room after soaring through the water like a dolphin on steroids the entire day yesterday.
Mingyu probably wasnât going to wake up until lunch, or maybe even up until after it. As much as he loved that man, Seungcheol was not about to waste an entire morning waiting for Mingyu to wake up when he could be enjoying the sun, the water, and the breeze.
When he gets there, however, heâs met by red.
A sultry, skin-tight, swimshort-tightening red one-piece with tasteful cut-outs clad to your body that had Seungcheol buffering and choking on air as he wonders what nation he saved in a past life to be bestowed with such a sight.
Youâre lounging on the beach chair, reading through a book with your shades on while the sun kisses your skin like a devoted follower, and itâs taking everything in Seungcheol not to stumble over like an idiot and say something stupid to get your attention.
Instead of doing that and embarrassing himself, Seungcheol sits on the beach chair near you, not quite beside you, but close enough to get him in your orbit. Heâs into you, yes, but he isnât about to ruin the day of such a gorgeous woman with his advances.
Heâs just taking a tiny step in.
(And hoping that maybe youâll give him an opportunity, an entrance.)
Fuck, heâd take such good care of a woman like you if youâd just let him. Dates to a fine-dining restaurant? Check. Driving you wherever you want him to? Check. Designer goods and just because flowers? Check. Debauched sex by the beach and the softest aftercare right after? Check, check, check.
Okay, maybe he had to pull his shit together firstâ
âItâs a nice resort, no?
God, even your voice was gorgeous. Seuncheol feels like heâs listening to a sirenâs song, and given his proximity to the open sea, he thinks he may not be far off in his conclusion, no matter how illogical.
âIt is,â Seungcheol says, trying to think of what to add to the sentence to get the conversation to last longer. âItâs why I come back every year.â
âUrgh, must be a dream,â You reply with a sigh. âYou know, I might just do that too.â
Seungcheol hopes you do because itâs one more thing to look forward to.
âHave you looked around?â Seungcheol asks, planting the first seeds of what he hopes will be a bountiful⊠harvest. âIâd be glad to show you around, if youâd like.â
âI donât even know your name yet, Mr. Stranger,â You giggle, and Seungcheol can feel it echo in his stomach like little butterflies fluttering around flying straight down to his câ
âSeungcheol, but you can call me Cheol,â Seungcheol says as he sits up and reaches out for a handshake that you gladly take. âCan the pretty lady in red give me her name?â
Wow, your skin is soft.
âThe pretty lady in red would like to tell you that itâs a secret,â You wink, withdrawing your hand away and shutting your book. âIâll see you around, Cheol.â
And with that, you walk off.
If Seungcheol thought you looked good from the front, then he sure as hell thought you looked even better from the back. It has him revolted at himself for being reduced to such baser instincts, but he canât help but lock his eyes onto the swing of your hips, each step revealing a mouth-watering jiggle that has Seungcheol wanting to gnaw on his fist before banging it onto the nearest tableâ
Fuck, youâre perfect.
That confidence, that air of mystery, the denial. Seungcheol hates beating around the bush, and heâs a believer of the idea that all consenting adults should just be honest about what they want but this? Seungcheol likes this. Likes the chase youâve set him on, likes the idea of whateverâs waiting for him at the end of it.
Ok, pretty lady in red, Seungcheol thinks.
Challenge accepted.
â
Kim Mingyu likes this place.
Like really likes this place. Itâs luxurious without being too suffocating, relaxing without being too boring, and itâs lively without being too chaotic. He can swim at the pool, surf at the beach, get massages at the spa, eat at the restaurant, and even go out to party if the itch was just too strong.
Itâs a great place! 10 out of 10, no notes, just applause.
What he likes most, however, is the waves. Theyâre perfect, not too large to drown him, not too small to provide little to no thrill. There were areas of the sea that were better suited for advanced folks like him, but there were also sections that even children could navigate, and Mingyu thinks thatâs great because everyone gets a taste of the sports he just loves. But upon arriving at the beach, he thinks he might have just found something he liked more.
Because the only thing he liked more than the thrill of the waves, is the sight of a bombshell riding it.
The light blue tankini youâre wearing looks absolutely good on you. It makes you look like a goddess of the seas as you rip through the waves with a bright, victorious grin that has Mingyuâs heart stuttering in his chest.
All thoughts of surfing wash out of Mingyuâs head, the man choosing to sit on the sand and people-watchâthough person-watch is more accurateâinstead of going into the waves and trying his hand. The sea would be there forever, the waves are bound to return, but the woman bending it to her will is a rare sighting that Mingyu doesnât often have the opportunity to marvel at.
Itâs just harmless looking, he justifies.. Itâs not like heâs about to stroll up to you and ask you to fuck, marry, or maybe even kill him. Though he has to admit, the sight of your thighs makes even death look temptingâ
No, heâs just here to observe.
But it doesnât take long before heâs retracting that statement.
âDo you need help, cutie?âÂ
Mingyu feels like a dog with how sharp his hearing suddenly is at the sound of your voice.
Youâre kneeling beside a little girl whose gaze is filled with worry as she eyes the waves. The little girl nods in response to your question, and Mingyu feels his heart clench for her at the clear sight of anxiety in her eyes.
âEonnie, I donât know how to surf,â The little girl says meekly, and Mingyu almost loses it at the way your eyes soften at the girlâs confession.
âI can teach you, if youâd like?â You offer with a bright smile that has Mingyuâs heart skipping.Â
âReally?â The worry on the childâs face melts away into excitement after hearing your words. âThank you, eonnie!â
âYouâre welcome, cutie.â
Mingyuâs almost tempted to step in like a bumbling idiot and pretend to not know how to surf if it meant youâd guide him like that.
The rest of Mingyuâs morning passes by like that, surfboard discarded like a large plastic pollutant in the sand as he watches you teach the girl with soft smiles and bright giggles. He probably looked like a creep with how often heâs stealing glances at you, but he canât help the way his eyes seem to keep going back to you. Unable to handle any more of it, Mingyu lays back on the sand.
Youâre pretty and kind. The way youâre treating the little girl with gentleness and patience has Mingyuâs heart swelling. Itâs a little parasocial to be thinking about you like this when you didnât even know his name and vice versa, but Mingyuâs weak.
That pretty face of yours was the first attack, and that kindness of yours was the final blow, and now, Mingyuâs sprawled across the sand, clutching at his heart, begging for it to slow. Who needed cardio when he could just look at you? Though he doesnât mind getting some other kind of cardio done with youâ
Enough. Mingyu has done enough pining. Approaching people has never been difficult for him, and he refuses to let it be difficult now that heâs found what may just be the woman of his dreams.
Mingyu sits up abruptly, and an unmanly shriek escapes from his throat in time with a womanâs yelp when he comes face-to-face withâŠ
You?
You.
âOh my gosh, you scared me,â You say with a sigh of relief followed by a quick giggle. âI thought you were dead.â
Mingyu canât believe this is happening, canât believe that youâre standing in front of him, canât believe that youâre talking to him.
âNo, not dead,â Mingyu laughs awkwardly. âJust relaxing.â
âThatâs⊠Thatâs unique,â You laugh lightly, and Mingyu has stop himself from combusting. âSorry for disturbing you. I was a little worried because you werenât moving, but anyway, happy relaxingââ
âWhatâs your name?â Mingyu asks, blurts. He refused to let you go. âSorry if itâs a little too forwardââ
âY/N,â You smile at him, reaching your hand out, and Mingyu has to stare at it for a few seconds to wonder if heâs dreaming this up or if itâs reality before heâs taking your hand. âYours?â
âMingyu,â He replies, tone stable like he isnât giggling and kicking his feet internally at the softness of your palm. âAnd donât worry, you didnât disturb anything.â
âMingyu,â You repeat as you pull your hand away, and the man has to stop himself from marrying you then and there. The way it fell from your mouth felt like Mingyuâs name was only created so it could roll off your tongue. âIâll look forward to seeing you around then.â
âMe too.â
Thank fuck he didnât skip the beach this year.
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âGirl, howâs the beach? Sorry I couldnât come,â Jihyo says, pouting at you through the video call.
âItâs great,â You reply with a dreamy sigh as you pour yourself a glass of wine. âYou wouldâve really liked it hereâ
âDamn it, donât remind me,â Jihyo whines, and youâre quick to laugh at her. âAny hotties?â
âGirlââ You take a sip from your glass, throat suddenly dry as memories from the past two days flood you. âYes. The men here are so good looking that it should be illegal for them to be walking around like that without a warning. Iâm not kidding.â
âBitch, spill,â Jihyo says. âWhy didnât I go? Drag me next time, okay? Do everything you can.â
You then proceed to tell Jihyo about the two men you met, ensuring that every detail of the interaction is shared with an excruciating attention to detail. She has to understand after all, has to understand why the very memory of these men had a woman like you frothing at the mouth and gnawing at the bars of your mental enclosure.Â
You tell her about Seungcheol first. You tell her about his big strong biceps that youâd probably chew on the moment he grants you an opportunity. You tell her about his smile, his deep dimples that had you wanting to poke his soft cheeks. You tell her about his eyes, the way their softness perfectly contrasted the strength of his brow. You then proceed to tell her how you wished he would have just fucked you in prone bone on the beach chair you were lounging on when you met him.
(Jihyo supports.)
After that, you tell her about Mingyu. You tell her about his big frame that took so much space on the sand. You tell her about his chest, the fullness of it inviting you to gnaw on it like youâre a dog and heâs your favorite chew toy. You tell her about his clumsy charm, the confidence and awkwardness that struck a perfect balance. You then proceed to tell her how badly you wanted to lick all over his tanned skin while you rode his dick like a fiend on the beach.
(Jihyo also supports this.)
But alas, theyâre just fantasies. You know you wonât actually be getting yourself involved with them. You doubt your paths will cross again with how huge the resort was, and you can only ever dream of the what ifâs.
When your call with Jihyo ends, you find that your mind is still plagued by memories of your encounter with Seungcheol and Mingyu. Itâs not often that you come across men like that, after all, with most of the male population disappointing you with their antics or their audacity.Â
Oh well, better luck next time, you think.
(You really wanted that Vitamin D though.)
On your third morning at the resort, you decide that itâs time to try out the pool. Youâre quick to shower, the cool water refreshing you as it washes over your skin. After that, youâre changing into a two-piece, a cute lavender bikini that exposes enough skin to ensure that the sun could evenly shine on your skin to give you that summer glow. Once thatâs done, youâre quick to throw on a white beach dress to cover yourself and shades to block the sun that would soon be blinding you if you didnât prepare.
The adults-only section of the pool is great. Itâs quiet with only a few people around, and the best part of it was the little bar near the pool. Youâre not an alcoholic, but something about sipping on a flute of mimosa while you lounged by the poolside was definitely a very tempting idea.
Youâll save it for later.
Wordlessly, you drop your bag on the table, sitting on the pool lounger before laying back completely, legs straightened in front of you as you stretch and get settled. The summer sun is gentle, and the soothing winds that breeze from the sea only heighten the relaxing sensation.Â
Thereâs enough people to breathe life and bring energy to the place, but even then the morning is slow, calm. A few ladies are chattering loudly on the other side, and youâre almost tempted to lean in their direction just to get in on the juicy gossip. When you get tired of watching them you move your gaze to the side a few paces from the women, and youâre met with the sigh of a couple getting a little handsy, and even from here, you can already feel the tension.
Fuck, you when?
Itâs too early to be thinking about getting laid, but itâs⊠Itâs been a while. Your job didnât give you much down time except for rare opportunities like this, and the only thing thatâs been inside you for the past few months was your fingers. The little dry spell was only made worse when you encountered those two dreamy strangers and further aggravated by the sight of the couple and their poorly concealed PDA.
Youâre almost tempted to go back to your room, but damn it, the weatherâs too good to pass up.
You werenât about to waste the gentle heat of the sun and the cool breeze coming from the sea just to take the edge off only to end up craving more because honestly? It wasnât even the orgasm you wanted, it was just the feeling of being stretched open by dickâ
The inappropriate thoughts running through your head pause when you spot him on the other side.
Seungcheol is a sight for sore eyes as he sets his bag on the table, claiming the lounger that sits right across from yours. The two of you are separated by a wide expanse of pool and chlorine, but the distance does nothing to deter your searching gaze.Â
The man still looks good, and honestly speaking, he looks even better. Short bleached cut that makes his handsome feature pop, loose muscle tee that bares his biceps, and swim shorts that cling to his assâthe sight of Seungcheol has you heating up, has you throwing one leg over the other to let you squeeze and ease the growing heat between your thighsâ
You freeze when your eyes lock, and even through your shades, you can feel the heat of Seungcheolâs gaze.
Thereâs a smirk on his face as he eyes you, and much to the detriment of your already throbbing core, Seungcheolâs pulling at the hem of his shirt and removing it, and fuckâ
You want to chew on his pecs.
The heat in your core only grows when Seungcheol sits on the lounger, laying back on the thing with his hands behind his head in a way that has his biceps bulging and practically calling out for you. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, gaze challenging you to come over.
Like hell you will.
Smug bastard, you think. Two can play that game.
Slowly, you sit up, raising them of your dress to uncover your thighs then your hips then your stomach until youâre gathering all the fabric and removing it completely to bare your revealing little number. You move with a slight exaggeration, loud enough to be tantalizing, quiet enough to only be perceptible to those who are really watching.Â
From the corner of your eye, you see Seungcheolâs smirk drop. The smug look on his face quickly replaced by a dark look that reeked of hunger.
Good, you think as you dip your toes into the pool, keep watching.
The water is cool as it envelops you, and you almost forget your initial agenda. It moves, swirls, and presses against your form from all angles, but you think the waterâs pressure against your skin is nothing compared to the weight of Seungcheolâs gaze as he eyes you from his lounger.
Itâs your turn to smirk when your eyes meet.
The manâwith no other way of putting it in a way that isnât crudeâis fucking you with his eyes. Youâre not dumb, you can tell. Youâve been subjected to that gaze many times, by many other men, but you think itâs the first time youâre returning it so earnestly.
Honestly, Seungcheol needed to stop doing it with his eyes and start doing it with⊠Something else.
When you get out of the pool, you let your hips sway in a way you know will catch Seungcheolâs eyes. Heâs a man, after all, and when it comes to this, theyâre simple creatures. It doesnât take much effort, really.
To make things even worseâfor him, not for youâyou place your bag on the lounger to âlookâ for your towel, bending over and sticking your ass out to give Seungcheol the perfect view of what he could be having if he stopped being stubborn and came overâ
âOh, Y/N!â Another familiar voice greets you, and it has you straightening up, towel in hand. âWe meet again.â
Perfect timing, you think to yourself with a grin.
Two big strong birds with one scantily-clad stone.
â
Seungcheolâs pissed.
Why the fuck was Kim Mingyu chatting with you like he knows you?
Heâs already on edge from all the teasing youâve been doing, swim shorts unbearably tight from the sight of prancing around like a little nymph in the water before you practically flash him by bending over and exposing your scantily clad lips.
Fucking shit.
Your attention is no longer on him as you chat away with Mingyu, smile bright and eyes crinkled as you laugh at whatever stupid shit his best friend said. Mingyuâs funny, but not nearly funny enough to have you bent over and slapping at the manâs bicep like heâs the worldâs greatest comedian.
What pisses Seungcheol off more is that Mingyu is clearly enjoying all the attention, the touching. His friendâs chest is puffed out like a bird thatâs trying to court, biceps clearly flexed under your touch in a way that Seungcheol knows is meant to showcase his god-like physique.
Asshole.
It has the competitive spirit in Seungcheol flaring, has him rising to his feet and walking over to where youâre chatting with Mingyu on the lounger.
The man is quick to spot him, smile bright and unassuming. Seungcheol knows thatâs the last time itâll ever be that way when Seungcheol starts showing interest in you.
Theyâre both territorial, after all.
And youâre unfortunate enough to be the one in the middle of it all.
âOh, hyung!â Mingyu waves at him, and Seungcheol doesnât miss the way you freeze when your eyes land on him. âCome, meet Y/N. Sheâs staying at the resort too.â
Seungcheol almost wants to clap back and say obviously, but he holds his tongue. So Mingyu gets to know your name, but he canât?
Okay, brat.
âWeâve met,â Seungcheol says, staring at Mingyu with that look he knows the man will understand. âDidnât think you two knew each other though.â
âWe met yesterday, at the beach,â You explain.
âAh, you two know each other?â Mingyu says with a look that tells Seungcheol the younger man has caught on. âWanna join us for lunch, Y/N? Itâll be nice to have a new face around.â
You look between them, and Seungcheol wonders if youâre already catching onto the clear tension between the men whose egos were clashing against each other like the waves that crash on the resortâs shore.
âIf you guys donât mindââ
âNot at all, Y/N,â Seungcheol says, and relishes in the way you tense at the sound of your name falling from his mouth. He finally had something to call the pretty lady in red, and fuck, did the name suit her. âItâll be a pleasure to have you.â
In more ways than one.
â
This is the tensest lunch Mingyuâs ever had the misfortune of going through.
Not because of you though. Youâre not the problem, never the problem. Youâre eating happily, digging into the meal and letting out hums and comments of approval that Mingyu responds to with just as much enthusiasm before heâs shutting his mouth because of the true problem.
Choi Seungcheol.
His hyungâs glaring at him when you arenât looking, sending him looks that are screaming at Mingyu to cut it, to stop being so friendly. It doesn't deter him though. If anything, Seungcheolâs clear displeasure only makes Mingyu friendlier, more over the top with entertaining you with his stories while Seungcheol chimed in every once in a while.
And itâs not like itâs just Seungcheol thatâs pissed. Mingyu is too! Well, not really, but still. He had found the woman of his dreams on the beach only to find out that his hyung had his eyes on her too. Mingyu can tell this little tension between them is going to turn into a pissing contest soon enough, but he refuses to back down, refuses to give you up.
Itâs not the first time theyâve set their eyes on the same woman, but itâs definitely the first time theyâve been this possessive.
Because honestly, who wouldnât be when itâs you?
âExcuse me. Iâm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,â You say with a small polite, rising to your feet and walking to the bathroom. Mingyu finds himself mesmerized, eyes captured wholly by the swayâ
âOuch, hyung!â Mingyu cries out, rubbing at his shoulder with a pout. âWhat was that forââ
âWatch your eyes,â Seungcheol huffs, and Mingyu is quick to gape.
âMe? Me?â Mingyu says in disbelief as he turns to the man. âYah, you were staring at her boobs half the time we were eatingââ
âI was notââ
âLiar,â Mingyu says with a roll of his eyes, and Seungcheol is quick to give it up. No use in denying when heâd already been caught. âYouâre gonna scare her off with how hostile youâre being.â
âBack off so I donât have to be,â Seungcheol replies with a tick in his jaw. âItâs that simple.â
âHell no,â Mingyu shakes his head. âHyung, I just met the girl of my dreams, and you want me to give up? Nope, not doing itââ
âYou met her yesterday,â Seungcheol says with a raised eyebrow. âI met her first.â
âOkay, and?â Mingyu says childishly. âIâm still going after her, hyung.â
âYouâre really not gonna give up?â Seungcheol asks, and Mingyu is quick to nod. âFine.â
âMay the best man win.â
â
This was not on the itinerary, you think.
Getting two ridiculously attractive men to chase after you and set aside their friendship during what was meant to be a little getaway between bros was definitely not on your list. Itâs a little cute, though a little stupid considering that two grown men were stumbling over themselves like idiots trying to get your approval.
Theyâre trying to hide it, dirty looks and silent swears flung at each other when they think you arenât looking, but theyâre doing a terrible job. Itâs a little funny, you think. Because why bother fighting over you when they could just share? Didnât they teach that in primary school? Youâve got more than enough holesâ
You donât tell them that though. Theyâd have to find that out for themselves. There was no way in hell that you were going to be the one to bring that up. No matter how much the idea plagues your head.
Plus, it was fun watching them try so hard and with such different techniques too.
Mingyu goes for the playful, charismatic route. He jokes and teases, touches respectful but strategic. Soft nudges of his shoulder, light brushes against your waistâMingyu is the master of casual touch, the kind that could be friendly or flirty, the kind thatâs always teetering on the edge of something more. He has you swooning, has you giggling, has you wanting to do something as reckless as pulling him to the closest bathroom and riding him on the toilet with no regard for who might enter.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is a force to be reckoned with. He talks, but not too much. He listens, remembers. Heâs the kind of guy that makes you feel like youâre his woman. Seungcheol has the kind of aura that makes you want to submit, that makes you want to surrender all control because you just know that Seungcheol can do it all for you. He has you shifting, has you squeezing your thighs, has you wanting to get on all fours on his bed and let him use you to his heartâs content.
It's a little frustrating when you think about it. You want them, they want you, what else did they need? At this point, the only thing stopping you from knocking on their hotel room and stripping was the fact that doing that felt a little too tacky for your taste, but at the rate theyâre going, you think it wonât be long before you actually do that.
You decide then and there that if theyâre not going to make a move, then youâll just have to push them to their limits until they do.
Divide and conquer.
â
Mingyuâs going to die.
When you asked him to go swimming, Mingyu thought it would be fun, thought that heâd be swimming and paddling around in the sea while you guys chatted and got to know each other better. Cute! Wholesome!Â
Not.
Youâre on your stomach, lying on a towel as Mingyu summoned every bit of self control while he untied the string of your tiny bikini. You havenât even gotten to the swimming part and Mingyu thinks his shorts are already wet.
âHereâs the sunblock,â You say casually like you arenât practically half-naked underneath Mingyu whoâs struggling to understand common words.
âThanks,â Mingyu says, taking the sunblock from your hands, electricity zapping his fingers at where your skin brushes against his. He was not going to survive this. âJust your back?â
âThe entire backside, if itâs okay,â You reply, and Mingyuâs glad you arenât looking at him because the implication of your words has Mingyu swallowing the knot in his throat as his eyes flicker to your poorly concealed cheeks.Â
âAs in all?â Mingyu clarifies one last time as he flips the cap open and squeezes sunblock onto his palm.
âYes, Gyu,â You giggle, and Mingyu hates the way his eyes are quick to jump to your ass. âAll. I need to be covered from head to toe.â
âOkay,â Mingyu replies brightly like his fingers arenât shaking and his dick isnât twitching.
Fuck this shit.
Mingyu has to bite his tongue when his fingers land on the skin of your back. Youâre soft, impeccably soft, and Mingyuâs almost tempted to dig his nails and squeeze just to see how much softer you feelâ
But heâs a gentleman, and he wasnât about to break your trust or touch you like that without clear consent. Mingyuâs here to cover you in sunblock, and heâs gonna lather that shit on you so well that youâre gonna look like a freshly painted house. Ok, weird analogy, but Mingyu likes to think that itâs only because heâs in the face of such a pretty woman.
He was bound to do stupid shit.
âHaa, your fingers feel so nice,â You sigh, and Mingyuâs quick to malfunction. Itâs an innocent comment, but itâs easy to take in the wrong way. Surely, you knew? Surely, you had an idea?Â
âThanks,â Mingyu says stupidly, but the words that come out next are even stupider. âI get that a lot.â
Dumb fuck, Mingyu thinks to himself, and he knows the memory of this encounter will be something that haunts him for the rest of his sorry life.
You laugh at that, âGlad I got a chance to experience it then.â
âWell, we just started so buckle up,â Mingyu jokes, trying to ease the tension growing in the air. Was it tension? Was it attraction? Were you flirting? Was this even still flirting when he was touching you so⊠Intimately? Maybe itâs foreplay? Fuck he hopes itâs not cause youâre in the middle of a fucking beach.
(Though he wouldnât mindâŠ)
Mingyu nearly combusts when you tilt to the side and look at him. The action has Mingyu getting a glimpse of the curve of your breast, and he knows that if you pulled away further than that, heâd be getting a clear view of your nippleâ
âAre you giving me the full experience, Gyu?â You ask, eyes half-lidded with a suggestive smile playing on your lips, and thatâs when Mingyu realizes that nope, the tension is not a figment of his imagination.
Well fuck, might as well match your freak.
âDo you want me to?â Mingyu says, squeezing your waist. He better not be imagining this shit. He doesnât think heâs going to be able to live this down if he misread everythingâ
âYes.â
Every touch after that is charged.
Itâs no longer just a little sunblock session, itâsâas Mingyu feared while simultaneously praying forâforeplay. The sighs that leave you are louder, lewder, and in turn Mingyu fingers get bolder. Heâs covered the entirety of your back, and now, heâs lathering your calves with sunblock.
Itâs a little odd to start from the back then move to legs, but Mingyu reasons that heâs saving the best for last.
Mingyuâs hands creep higher until heâs rubbing at your thighs, and heâever attuned to youâis quick to pick up the hitch in your breath and the tension of your legs.
âGood?â Mingyu asks, preparing to withdraw in case you change your mind. âYouâre a little tense.â
Youâre quiet for a while, and Mingyuâs almost scared he pushed you too far but the words that leave your lips have him losing the last bit of restraint he had left, âHigher, Gyu.â
âFuck,â Mingyu swears to himself, but you hear him anyway. He knows because youâre giggling at him. Cute, he thinks. You wonât be giggling by the time heâs done with you.
Mingyu, like a criminal of opportunity, is quick to scan his surroundings, and when he finds that thereâs barely anyoneâsave for a few individuals though they were very far awayâheâs quick to bring his hands higher until theyâre resting on the part of your thighs that was right below your asscheeks and fuckâ
You were even softer here, and Mingyuâs almost tempted to take a bite.
He kneads, squeezes, and gropes until heâs sure your flesh is tender. He gropes until he hears you whine, until he hears you moan.
Youâre quick to subtly press a hand on your mouth, and Mingyu only grins. Too late, he thinks, heâs already heard you.
Boldly, Mingyu gropes at the lower curve of your ass, his fingers disappearing into the fat and flesh. Itâs taking everything in Mingyu not to groan at the sensation, but he powers through. The last thing he wanted was to get caught because he couldnât shut his mouth.
And you werenât even touching him yet.
âGyu,â You whine, and Mingyuâs immediately perking up, but his hands donât stop. âPlease.â
Thatâs the final push, Mingyu thinks, because before he can even stop himself, heâs already pulling the fabric aside with one thumb while the other dips inside and fuckâ
Youâre dripping.
âShit, Y/N, youâre so wet,â Mingyu says, thumb continuing to stroke up and down while you struggled to compose yourself.Â
âMoreââ
âWe might get caught, though?â Mingyu asks like he isnât already taking his thumb out and replacing it with his index finger. Sure, thereâs an umbrella obscuring some part of this debauchery, but Mingyu wasnât going to bank on that.
âThen do it faster,â You complain petulantly.
âOkay,â Mingyu says, taking one final look around. âStay quiet, then.â
Mingyu drives his fingers in and out of you, slow and precise as he curls his digits to rub at the patch that had you jolting and gripping harder onto the beach towel. Youâre looking at him, pupils blown wide open as you let out soft whines and moans that are for his ears only.
The clenching of your walls are starting to get sporadic, your thighs twitching around his hands andâ
âGyu, Iâm cumming~â
Mingyu presses his thumb onto your clit as the words leave your mouth, and heâs rewarded with the sight of your brutally coming undone, your eyes rolling back and your brows furrowing as your mouth falls open, body spasming on the towel as you clamp down on Mingyuâs fingers.
He lets you ride out your high for a few seconds before heâs pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.
Fuck, you tasted good.
âWanna go swimming?â
Unfortunately, the encounter doesnât lead to anything more, but Mingyu doesnât mind because even this was more than enough to power him for the rest of his life. Once you had gathered your bearings and once Mingyu finally calmed his littleânot reallyâproblem, the two of your were quick to jump into the water and goof around like Mingyu didnât just finger-fuck you on the beach, in public. Itâs fun, and itâs the first time in a while that Mingyu finds himself enjoying someoneâthat isnât Seungcheol or his other friendsâelseâs company.
Mingyu is so screwed.
â
Seungcheol knows youâve got something up your sleeve.
From the moment you invited him to swim after dinner up until the moment he watched you remove your cover-up to reveal a cherry red bikini, Seungcheol has known that youâre up to something. He just doesnât have the evidence to prove it yet.
But he has a feeling heâs about to get it soon.
So Seungcheol swims, swims just like you invited him to do. He paddles and dives through the cold water while you sit on the edge of the pool with your calves submerged in the water. Youâre drinking a bottle of Seungcheolâs favorite beer, and the man is torn between taking the bottle away or shoving his tongue into your mouth to get a taste.
Damn, he needed to get a grip.
(Your grip.)
Seungcheol busies himself with the water, diving and floating to pass the time while ignoring the tension that seems to hang in the air. Heâs not imagining it. He knows itâs there, but heâa not going to be the one to break it.
Heâd leave that to you.Â
(He needs you to want him too.)
For the nth time that night, Seungcheolâs eyes flicker to the bottle in your hand, and before he can stop himself, heâs swimming over to where you are. He doesnât miss the way your eyes flicker down when he rises from the water to stand, doesnât miss the way youâre eyeing the line of water that lapped at his waist.
Seungcheol takes the risk, standing in the water between your knees until his stomachâs pressed against the poolâs walls. The way your breath hitches has Seungcheol grinning to himself, and to make matters worseâfor you, not for himâhe rests his hands on the pool ledge, forearms intentionally pressed against your thigh.Â
He doesnât know if youâre avoiding his touch or retaliating, but Seungcheolâs pleasantly surprised when you attempt to close your legs, knees pressing against his sides.
âMind if I get a sip?â Seungcheol asks, nodding towards the bottle in your hand.
âSure,â You reply casually, but Seungcheol can see the heat in your eyes, the desire.
You bring the mouth of the bottle to Seungcheolâs lips, tipping it back into his mouth to let the beer flow. Your control on the bottle only lasts so long before Seungcheolâs putting his hand over yours, gaze boring straight into your eyes as he swallows down the beer. When Seungcheol pushes the bottle away, he feels a bit of it dribble down his chin to his throatâ
A light touch. Seungcheolâs breast hitches as he feels your finger drag up from the bump on his throat to the bottom of his lips. Itâs slow, torturous, and the sensation has Seungcheol steeling himself.
Minx, Seungcheol thinks, eyes wholly captivated by the way you take the digit into your mouth and suck.
Fuck being patient.
âHow much longer are you going to keep this up?â Seungcheol asks, leaning closer until the tip of his nose was only a breadth away from grazing against yours.
You look flustered, like you didnât expect him to snap so suddenly, and Seungcheolâs almost tempted to ask where all your bravado went now that heâs close enough to do damage.
Thereâs no distance left to protect you from the consequences of your teasing actions, no time to run from Seungcheol, and no Mingyu left to block Seungcheol from finally getting what he wanted
âKeep what up?â You ask, and Seungcheol can see the way your flustered gaze quickly melts into something else, something meant to provoke.Â
âPlaying innocent doesnât suit you, sweetheart,â Seungcheol whispers in a low tone as his hands boldly come to rest at your knee. âYou know what I mean.â
âBut I donât, Cheol,â You smile sweetly.Â
Seungcheol scoffs, body pulling away and hands retreating. âOkay then.â
You want to be stubborn? Fine. Be Seungcheolâs guest and keep up the little virgin act for as long as you can. Your resistance would only make your eventual break more satisfyingâ
âSo quick to give up from a little teasing,â You say suddenly, and Seungcheolâs quick to raise a brow. âYouâre really letting Mingyu get that far ahead?â
Mingyu? Get that far ahead? To where? To what?
âWhat?â Seungcheol asks, and though some part of him is annoyed at the sudden mention of his friend, he finds that heâs too captivated by the sight of you entering the water.
Your arms come up to wrap around Seungcheolâs neck, and despite the cool water that surrounds him, he can feel his body heating, can feel all the blood rushing down south as you press yourself against him until your chest presses against his.
âWanna know what Mingyu did yesterday, Cheol?â You ask, eyes dripping with mischief as you play with the drenched tips of Seungcheolâs hair. âWanna know just how far he got ahead?â
Despite the poolâs blue glow, Seungcheol sees red. A million different scenarios runs through his head, each picture getting worse than the last as Seungcheol torments himself with images of Mingyu sweet-talking you, touching you, kissing you, fucking youâ
âDid you fuck him?â Seungcheol asks, hands moving through the water to come up to your bare waist. He pushes you, pushes you until your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the pool.
Your smile only widens, and Seungcheol knows that youâve gotten him right where you wanted him but he doesnât care. He needs answers, and he needs them now.
âNot quite,â You grin, and itâs taking everything in Seungcheol not to shiver as you draw circles onto his chest.Â
(He wonders what it would be like to have you scratch down his back.)Â
âWhat did he do then, hm?â Seungcheol asks, hands moving lower to raise your thigh, wrapping your leg around his hip.Â
âSecretââ
Seungcheol grinds himself against the space between your legs, and he watches as you throw your head back and moan at the sudden sensation.Â
Feel it, Seungcheol thinks. Get a feel for whatâll be inside you.
âAnswer me while Iâm asking nicely,â Seungcheol says, reaching down again to put your other thigh around him so that youâre left with nothing but his body and the pool to keep yourself upright. âWhat did Mingyu do to you?â
âHe sunblock on my back,â You answer breathily, and Seungcheolâs wondering how youâre going to take him if a single grind was enough to get you this fucked out. Not that he was doing any better. Seungcheol feels like heâs going to combust as he resists the urge to slide your bikini to the side and fuck you right there in the pool. âHe touched me everywhereââ
âWhere?â Seungcheol asks, grinding against your core with slow, steady drags of his hips that have you whimpering and sighing.Â
Heavens, you looked good, and you felt even better.
âMy thighs, my assââ You moan when Seungcheol gives you a particularly rough grind to signal his displeasure. âMyâŠâ
âYour what?â Seungcheol asks darkly as he noses at the pulse of your throat.Â
âMy pussy,â You say it like a confession, say it like you did something bad, say it like it was a sin against Seungcheol.
It might as well have been.
Seungcheolâs grinding stills as he envisions you on the beach, Mingyuâs wandering hands touching every inch of your body before his fingers wander into your bottoms, and it pisses the shit out of Seungcheol.
But fuck, did the idea of it turn him on even more.
Seungcheol thinks of Mingyu defiling you, thinks of his dear friend loosening your cunt with his large fingers, curling and dragging against your walls with precision. Your fingers are nothing compared to Mingyuâs, and you might as well have taken dickâ
âAre you mad, Cheol?â You ask, eyes filled with genuine worry like you didnât set things up to be this way.
Seungcheolâs not mad. Not anymore, at least. Better Mingyu than some other fucking loser. At least Seungcheol knew that Mingyu could fuck, knew from all the years they spent in college when Mingyu would bring over some girl and Seungcheol could hear her screams through the walls. It only ever ended with Seungcheol fucking the woman under him with more vigor until heâs sure Mingyu could hear her too.
âMad? No,â Seungcheol says as he unwraps your legs and starts dragging you out of the water to the direction of the bathrooms nearby. âBut I am getting even.â
The next thing Seungcheol knows, youâre bent over the sink in the bathroom near the pool, and his fingers are driving themselves in and out of you as he forces youâwith a gentle pull of your hairâto watch yourself in the mirror.
âWhose fingers do you like better?â Seungcheol asks, fingers slowing. âCome on, answer.â
âYours!â You cry out, and Seungcheol doesnât really care if youâre just saying things to secure your orgasm because it felt really good to hear.
âMingyu wasâhnngâtoo softâshit!â You slam your fist onto the sink as Seungcheol grazes against a rough patch. âCheol, please right there please pleaseââ
âFuck, youâre so pretty when you beg,â Seungcheol groans as he watches you twitch and shake. Itâs odd that you think Mingyuâs soft, considering how rough the man can get when he wants to be, but Seungcheol doesnât dwell on it. Maybe youâll just have to find that out for yourself. âMingyu or me?â
âWhy choose?â You ask, gaze dark through the mirror as you take Seungcheolâs thick fingers like a champ. Your words have Seungcheolâs fingers pausing, has him short-circuiting as you present a debauched idea that he hadnât considered. âI want you both.â
Seungcheol thinks he might just cum from the images that flood his mind. For someone who looked so clean and put-together the first time he saw you, you were filthy. Getting fingered by Seungcheol literally a day after having Mingyu do the same was bad enough, but wanting them both, at the same time?
âWhat a fucking slut,â Seungcheolâs a little terrified as the words leave his mouth, but you only whimper, and Seungcheolâs starting to realize what he got himself into.
He fucking loves it.
âYou wanna get passed around, sweetheart?â Seungcheol says, fingers resuming their pace. His words have you grinning, have you getting wetter around his fingers as you nod and whimper. âOne dickâs not enough so you want us both? Want us to take turns, baby? Want us to fuck you until you forget your nameââ
âAt the same time,â You breathe out, and Seungcheol groans. âWant you both at the same time.â
âShit, you think you can take us, huh?â Seungcheol hisses as his fingers pick up the pace. âYouâre so tight around my fingers, sweetheart. Do you really think you can take our cocks? Baby, youâre not walking after that.â
âGood,â You moan, brows furrowing as Seugcheol feels you start to spasm around his finger. âThatâs the goal.â
âCheol, cummingââ
Seungcheol rips his fingers out of you, and the way you whine and cry out at the ruined orgasm only has Seungcheolâs grin growing darker, hungrier.
âCheol, I was gonna cum!â You whine out as you try to stand up on your shaky legs. âWhat are you doingââ
Your words pause when Seungcheol brings his soaked digits to your mouth. âClean them for me, sweetheart.â
And you do.
Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking diligently like its cock. Seungcheol groans at the sensation, and he swears that if he concentrates hard enough, he could probably feel your tongue dragging all over his cock.
Heâll save that for later.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Seungcheol says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and gives you a harsh pinch to your cheek. Cute, he thinks as he watches you frown and slap petulantly at his hand.Â
âYouâre just leaving like that?â You ask in disbelief as Seungcheol starts walking out like his dick isnât straining against his swim trunks. Not like anyone would see. Itâs late.
âDonât worry,â Seungcheol says with one final glance towards you. âTomorrow youâll be begging for us to leave.â
Seungcheol doesnât miss the way your face morphs into confusion.
â
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol.
Itâs the only thing running through your head as you stomp back to your hotel room, the only thing runing through your head as you shower and rub at your clit, the only thing running through your head when youâre on the bed face down ass up with your fingers buried deep into your cunt as you flood your mind with images of Seungcheolâs cocky gaze through the bathroom mirror.
Itâs not enough. In such little time you had gotten so used to Seungcheolâs thick fingers, the rough pads, and the even rougher touch, and now that you were stuck with your fingers, itâs no longer enough.
It pisses you off. Youâre doing everything you can to recreate the sensation, but each orgasm you give yourself is disappointing. Itâs good, pleasurable, but you just know that it would have been so much better if Seungcheol was the one making you cum.
Asshole.
Pissed and absolutely disappointed from the orgasm you just had, you pull your fingers out and stomp over to the sink to wash your hands. You donât even bother dressing properly, pulling on a little nightslip just to ensure that you have clear access to yourself in case you woke up feeling frustrated.
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol.
Itâs the last thing on your mind before you go to sleep.
Pitch black and dreamless, thatâs how the rest of your night passes, and the next thing you know, youâre rudely awakened by a knock on your door. The sound has your blood pressure spiking, has you rolling over and groaning into the sheets as you try to get yourself together before having to face whoever had the audacity to be knocking on your door this early in the morning.
Youâre seriously not in the moodâ
The door swings open, and youâre met by the sight of Mingyu grinning brightly as he holds up a bag of what looked like take-out.
âGood morning,â Mingyu greets cheerfully but you donât miss the way his expression flickers when he looks down. âCan I come in? I brought breakfast.â
Breakfast is honestly the last thing on your mind as you step aside and eye Mingyu like heâs breakfast as he sets the takeout on the table and motions for you to come over. You donât waste a second, shutting the door behind you and walking to where Mingyu stands in his white tank top and grey sweats that leave only a fraction for your imagination to run wild.
Screw the take-out, you need to get taken.
But a girlâs got to be demure.
(For now.)
âWhatâs all this for?â You ask with a yawn, sitting on the sofa and unwrapping the food like you werenât mentally unwrapping something bigger and better than fried rice and orange chicken. âIsnât this too heavy for breakfast?â
âYouâll need the carbs,â is all Mingyu says in reply as he plops beside you, one arm falling behind you on the sofa while his other raises itself while he flips through the channels of the TV. Heâs pressing against you despite the wideness of the sofa, but you donât mind. You like to think that getting fingered by the man grants him the privilege to be a little touchy.
(Especially when he looked like that.)
Youâre too lost in the food to pay attention to Mingyuâs words, the hunger finally kicking in at the first taste of citrus on your tongue. Maybe orgasming over and over really did deplete you because the moment you swallow the first bite, youâre already digging your chopsticks in for more.
âYou like it?â Mingyu asks, and youâre quick to raise a piece of the chicken to his mouth. He doesnât hesitate in taking the piece from your chopsticks, eyes lightening up as he chews through the food.
âItâs really good,â You say, getting more of the chicken. The chicken and the rice does a good job of shooing the little grumpy orgasm-deprived monster in your head, mellowing you out until you feel like you could just melt into Mingyuâs side and forget all about Seungcheolâs little orgasm denial session last nightâ
âWhereâs Cheol?â You ask, suddenly reminded of the man. Theyâre usually together, so itâs odd that Mingyuâs here alone.Â
âSorting stuff,â Mingyu replies. âHeâll be here in a while⊠If you donât mind.â
âI donât,â You shrug, but you canât help but wonder why they decided that coming over to your hotel room was a great idea to spend the morning. âWhat are you guys doing today?â
âWeâre only doing one thing today,â Mingyu says with a grin.Â
âWow, are you guys finally tired from all the activities?â You joke, shoving the last piece of chicken into your mouth. âCan I come?â
âOh, youâre coming alright.â
The tone Mingyu uses has you pausing your chewing, your head turning to the side to look at the man only to be met with a grin that promises nothing but trouble. Thereâs a dark look in Mingyuâs eyes that feels awfully out of place as he looks at you. You think youâve gotten so used to his boyish smiles and cheerful looks that seeing his expression doused with something darker, more mature has you intrigued, afraid, and ridiculously turned on all at once.
âChew, Y/N,â Mingyu says with a tap to your puffed out cheek. âIf I were you Iâd swallow all of that before hyung arrives.â
You did not have to be told twice.
The moment you swallow the last piece, youâre quick to stand and take a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. After that, youâre quick to rush to bathroomâ
âWhere are you going?â Mingyu asks, and youâre quick to still.
How do you tell this man that you think youâre going to get fucked six ways to Sunday the moment Seungcheol arrives so you wanted to make sure that you were fresh enough before they completely soiled you?
ââŠFreshening up,â is all you say in reply before entering the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
Youâre quick to brush your teeth and wash your face, thoroughly washing and cleaning until youâre sure that no remainder of sleep rests on your face.Â
You got this, you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You got your vitamin sea, and one day before you leave and go back home, youâre finally getting your vitamin D. Who cares if itâs a little insane? Youâre single and at your prime, you deserve to have a little bit of fun.
Itâs not like youâre ever going to see them again.
(The thought both relieves and disappoints you.)
When you open the bathroom door, youâre met by the sight of Mingyu, and the man doesnât even give you enough time to speak before heâs pulling you out and pressing you against the wall.
The roughness is unusual, but it isnât unwelcome.
âYouâve got 5 seconds to push me away,â Mingyu says in a tone that feels like itâs meant to warn, but it only has you getting damper between your legs. âWe can end this and do literally anything else. If you want me to leaveââ
You donât let Mingyu finish. You take his face into your hands and crash your lips against his the way youâve been wanting to. Itâs electric, and youâre not sure how youâre going to survive more when a single kiss from Mingyu already had your legs growing weaker and your mind getting foggier.
Mingyu is quick to reciprocate, the man kissing you with even greater fervor as he pulls you closer to him by the waist. His tongue clashes with yours, licking inside your mouth like heâs marking his territory.Â
A moan leaves your mouth when Mingyu gives your breasts a squeeze, and the next thing you know, the man is pulling away, lifting you bridal style, throwing you onto the bed, and crawling over you like youâre prey.
Holy shit.
âGetting a little rough, no?â You joke with a giggle, trying to ease the heavy tension that weighs the air down.
âCanât have you thinking Iâm too soft,â Mingyu says with a grin, and you realize that youâre fucked.
So Seungcheol really told him everything, huh?
Youâre quick to address the little problem, âGyu, soft is okay tooââ
âIt is, but you donât need soft, no?â Mingyu says as he grabs you by the hip and flips you onto your stomach. âYou need to get fucked.â
Itâs the only warning you get before Mingyuâs raising your hips and groping your ass, âYou werenât wearing panties, pretty girl?â
âNo,â You whine out, the sensation of Mingyuâs warm breath against your cunt sending tingles down your spine.Â
âNo bra, no panties. What if it hadnât been me at the door, huh?â Mingyu says. âYou like people seeing this body, hm? Like teasing everyone like youâve been doing to me and hyung, is that it?â
âYes,â You confess. âBut only you guys can touch.â
A whine breaks free from your lips when you feel Mingyuâs tongue drag through your folds. His saliva mixes with your wetness, and it doesnât take long before the sounds of him eating you out becomes an audible, obscene mess that only has you moaning louder.Â
Mingyuâs good at it, really good at it. Heâs devouring your pussy like itâs the first thing heâs eating today, making out with your cunt like heâs trying to cover every inch of you in his spit.Â
âGyu, that feels so good~â You breathe out through moans, hand reaching back to card through the manâs hair as you move your hips against his face.
Mingyuâs vigor only grows, the man meeting every shift of your hips with dips of his tongue into your cunt. The actions only have you getting closer to your high. Mingyuâs tongue was so fucking good that you think itâll only take a few more licks beforeâ
A knock to your door.
Mingyu pulls away just as youâre about to come and a long whine leaves you at the sudden loss of your orgasm.
âSorry, baby,â Mingyu says before giving your cunt a little kiss thatâs meant to appease. âHyungâs here.â
The words have you straightening.Â
Youâre quick to sit up and pull the hem of your nightslip down, tidying your appearance like any of it would hide the spit and slick covering your thighs. Quickly, you sit on the edge of the bed, hands folding on top of your lap as you wait for Mingyu to come back with Seungcheol in tow. Youâre not sure why Seungcheolâs presence had such an effect on you. It just does.Â
âWhyâs your face wet?â You hear Seungcheol ask followed by a snort from Mingyu.
âGuess, hyung,â
âAh.â
Is it natural to be this aware of your heartbeat? Why are you nervous? Why is your body revving up like youâre about to go on a marathonâ
âGood morning,â Seungcheol says, and youâre quick to look up. He looks just as sinful, if not worse. Yellow cap, muscle tee, and shorts. Itâs casual, comfortable, but the sight of him in it only has you throbbing as you eye his arms and the curve of his pecs with hunger.
âHope you know itâs the second time Iâve been denied an orgasm because of you,â You scoff, the frown on your lips clear as day.
âYou didnât even let her cum, Gyu?â Seungcheol pouts mockingly, and Mingyu only shrugs before sitting behind you on the bed.
âI was about to, but you came,â Mingyu replies, one arm wrapping around you to pull you into him. He noses at your shoulder before rubbing his cheek affectionately against yours, and fuck, itâs not good. It has you feeling things not only with your pussy but with that treacherous beating organ in your chest as well. âSorry about that, baby.â
âMake me cum, and Iâll forgive you,â You reply, and Seungcheol is quick to grin.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. âYouâll be cumming so much that youâll beg us to stop.â
âBut we wonât,â Mingyu whispers against your ear, and youâre not sure if youâre going to run or get on all fours. âYou think you can play with us like that and not face the consequences, pretty girl? You canât.â
Itâs the only warning you get before Mingyu lets go of you and Seungcheol pushes you to the floor onto your knees. The man is quick to squat down until your eyes are level, and with all the sincerity he had left that had yet to be consumed by hunger, he speaks, âDo you want this?â
You donât miss a beat as you nod.
âWords,â Seungcheol warns.
âYes, I want this,â You reply quickly. âWant you both at the same time.â
You hear Mingyu curse audibly in the background, but youâre too lost in Seungcheolâs hungry gaze to pay it any attention. The manâs eyes always had a way of pulling you in even from across a room, and having to face it with such proximity only had you weaker, mindless.
âOkay,â Seungcheol nods as he stands up and starts pushing his shorts down with Mingyu quick to follow. âBut you can back out at any time.â
Like hell you would.
(Though the sight in front of you might just make you reconsider.)
Mingyuâs longer, Seungcheolâs thicker, but you think that having either inside you was a guaranteed trip to the emergency room because what the fuck? How the hell were you going to fit any of that? Where the hell was all of that gonna goâ
âStill with us, pretty girl?â Mingyu asks, and you know itâs meant to be out of concern but his words only serve to stroke your competitive side.Â
You only nod before you spit on your hands. You wanted this. You wanted both at the same damn time, so you werenât about to quit like a loser that got chased off by the sight of cocks too big for her to handle.
Youâve got this.
Groans simultaneously leave the men when you wrap your hands around their cocks, and the sounds are quick to shoot straight into your core. Itâs even more intimidating now that theyâre in your hands, the situation finally, truly dawning onto you as you take the heavy weights into your palms and stroke up, down, up, down, upâ
âShit!â Mingyu hisses when you lick at the tip of his cock, and you donât miss the way Seungcheolâs eyes narrow when you stare at him tauntingly as you wrap your mouth around Mingyuâs tip.
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol, you think. Itâs what you get for leaving.
You continue to suck at Mingyuâs cock while you stroke Seungcheolâs. Youâve never done this, never had to juggle two guys at once, but fuck, you might just get addicted to it if itâs these two that you have to deal with.
Mingyu continues to moan, a gentle hand guiding your head as you try to fit half of him in your mouth. Itâs difficult, but youâre not a quitter.
âBaby, that mouth, fuckââ Mingyuâs hips buck into your mouth, and it has you gagging, has tears springing up in your eyes, but you donât quit. You continue to suck, continue to bob up and down with obscene moans and gags as you try to shove all of him down your throat. âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaââ
You pull away, and Mingyuâs eyes that were screwed shut are quick to open as he whines at the loss. You only grin at him before moving to Seungcheol who looks extremely amused by your actions.
âTease,â Seungcheol laughs, but his laughter is quick to morph into a moan when you lay your tongue flat against his balls and drag it up until you're sucking on the tip of his flushed cock. âFuck.â
âNot so funny now, huh?â Mingyu snarks, watching with a pout as you suck on Seungcheolâs cock. âYah, what about meââ
Mingyuâs complaints are quick to die when you get your hand on his cock again, stroking him at the pace that Seungcheolâs cock was going in and out of your mouth.
âYou mouth feels so good, fuck,â Seungcheol moans out as he meets your bobs with gentle thrusts of his hips. âFor someone so pretty youâve got the mouth of a whore.â
The words only make you moan.
You do feel like a whore as you pull away, feel like a whore as you alternate between sucking Seungcheolâs cock and Mingyuâs cock, but honestly? You donât think you mind getting down and dirty like this as long as itâs these two.
âShit, hyung. I think Iâm gonna cumââ
âMingyu, shut up and let me cum in peaceââ
You give Seungcheolâs cock one final suck and Mingyuâs cock one final squeeze before spurts of white cover your face. You lick and suck at what you can, moaning and whining when the heady taste of male starts fogging your brain with nothing but the lecherous desire to be fucked and claimed.
Mingyu and Seungcheol look absolutely gone as they come all over your face, eyes locked onto the sight of you squeezing them dry. Deep moans fall from their gaping mouths, and the sound is so primal that it has you squeezing your legs and alternating between sucking on the tips of their cocks.
When the two men reach the end of their high, you donât get a second to recover before the men completely strip themselves and you. Mingyuâs quick to drag you to bed as soon as your nightslip is off, resting his back against the headboard as he shoves his tongue into your mouth while his arms pull you in to lean back against him.Â
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is quick to crawl onto the bed in front of you, strong hands gripping your knees before peeling them open to reveal your sopping core.
The action has you whining into Mingyuâs mouth, hands moving to cover your cunt because holy shit why the hell did Seungcheol have to spread you out like that?
âGyu, her hands,â Seungcheol says, and you watch with betrayal in your eyes as Mingyu grabs both of your wrists with one hand and presses them tightly to your chest.Â
âNo use being shy when youâre already drenched in our cum, baby,â Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your jaw to your cheek, the mix of his and Seungcheolâs cum coating his tongue. He wipes the cum with his free hand. âLet go, pretty. Let us do all the work.â
âItâs embarrassingââ
Mingyu shoves his cum-coated fingers into your mouth at the same time Seungcheol sucks on your clit. The sudden onslaught of sensations has you moaning around Mingyuâs fingers as you squirm and jolt from Seungcheolâs relentless lapping at your folds.
âShh,â Mingyu says, easing you with rubs to your tongue as he lets go of your wrists to wrap an arm around you. Youâre caged with nowhere left to run. âJust take it, pretty girl.â
And that you do.
When Mingyu takes his fingers out to grope your tits, thereâs nothing left to keep you quiet. You moan and cry out, shame absolutely gone as Seungcheol slips his fingers into your cunt while he sucks your clit. You think itâs a little unfair that these two ate pussy so well when they already looked like that. Hell, it doesnât feel right. With cocks and faces like that, the two can probably get away with any level of incompetence in the bed but no.
Fuck, youâre never going back from this.
âCheol, cumming~â You whine out as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten uncontrollably. Seungcheol keeps his pace consistent, but the sucks to your clit have gotten harsher and holy shitâ
Mingyu shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment your vision goes white, swallowing all your whines and moans as he gives your nipples a harsh pinch that has jolting and squirming.Â
Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, slowing his fingers and giving your clit soft kisses as his eyes bore into yours, gauging your reaction, gauging your limits.
âGood?â Seungcheol asks as he pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry.
âHyung, I think you sucked her soul out,â Mingyu snickers against your neck as he grounds you with soothing rubs up and down your waist. âBaby, hyung asked you a question.â
âGood,â You breathe out as you nod, melting against Mingyuâs warm frame. âGive me a minute though.â
âAs long as you need, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says with a kiss on your knees. âBut who do you want to take first?â
âBoth.â
âY/N, no,â Seungcheol says, and youâre quick to pout. âWeâll work our way towards that, but for now, one at a time.â
âFine, Mingyu then,â You huff, every bit of your choice driven by the desire to get back at Seungcheol for denying you what you wanted. He can go fuck himself while Mingyu made sweet sweet love to your dripping cunt.
Unfortunately, your words donât piss Seungcheol off. If anything, it only has him grinning as he gets off the bed and settles on the sofa like a cuck.
This is not the reaction you expected.
âGood luck then,â Seungcheol says, tone dripping with amusement and anticipation. âI may be rough but Mingyuâs fucking feral.â
The words have you freezing, and like the final nail on your coffin, Mingyuâs arms tighten around your waist like heâs telling you that thereâs nowhere to run.
There probably isnât.
âDonât let hyung scare you, pretty girl,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your temple like his eyes arenât dripping with bad intention. âJust tell me when youâre ready.â
You give yourself a few more seconds before youâre looking up at Mingyu, âReady.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
The next thing you know, youâre on your back with Mingyu hovering on top of you. Itâs a little daunting now that youâre made aware of just how much stronger and sturdier he is compared to you, but youâre honestly too turned on by the contrast to care.
âMissionary? Classic,â Seungcheol quips like a piece of shit from the side, and youâre quick to turn your head to him with a glare.
âSorry not everyoneâs a sex fiend like you,â You hiss.
âSays the woman who sucked two cocks just a few minutes ago.â
âSays the asshole who settled for a threesomeââ
âAre you guys done?â Mingyu huffs, condom now fully rolled onto his cock. âEyes on me, pretty girl. Itâs my cock you're taking, not his.â
âSorry,â You mumble out as you reach up to grab and squeeze at Mingyuâs shoulders. âCan you fuck me now, Gyu?â
âWith pleasure, baby,â Mingyu says as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds before popping the head in and fuck,
Youâve been waiting for this.
After a long period of only having fingers and tongues up your cunt youâre finally getting some cock.
âLoosen up, baby,â Mingyu groans as he eases more of his cock inside. The stretch is insane. The man in front of you is only halfway in but the sting is already greater than all the other times youâve taken other men to the hilt. âCome on, pretty girl. Donât you wanna take all of me?â
âToo big, Gyu,â You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as you try to relax. No breathing exercise or mental relaxation technique was going to ease you enough to accommodate more of this manâs cock, but fuck you refuse to end this without having Mingyu burying himself so deep in your guts that youâll feel him in your throat.
âI know, baby, sorry,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your forehead. Fuck, he needed to stop doing that shit before you fell in love. âBut you can take all of me, right? My girlâs not a quitter, no?â
âNo,â You whine out, cunt clenching at the manâs words. âGyu just shove all of it in.â
âBaby, it might hurtââ
You wrap you legs around Mingyu and pull him in, a cry of the manâs name leaving you when his balls slap against you, his cock finally buried to the hilt.
âFuckââ Mingyu chokes on his words, fingers crumpling the sheets underneath him as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.Â
Youâd die a happy woman after this.
âYou want my dick that badly, pretty girl?â Mingyu says in a low tone that has a primal fear settling into your bones. His eyes are dark, pupils blown out with lust, and the way heâs gripping your hips is starting to feel like a threat. âTake it, then.â
Mingyu pulls out until only the tip remains before heâs slamming back in like heâs trying to mold your walls around his cock. The pace is rough right from the start, and youâre starting to realize that Seungcheol wasnât exaggerating when he said that Mingyu was feral.
The man isnât isnât fucking into you. Heâs fucking through you. Every stroke of Mingyuâs hips, every plunge of his thick cock is a mix of pain and pleasure that has your mind blanking and your pussy quivering.
Okay, maybe you canât actually take two.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â Mingyu hisses through gritted teeth as he digs his fingers into your waist, using the tight grip as leverage to fuck into you harder. âHas no one been fucking you right, pretty girl? No one to loosen this sweet little cunt?â
âNo!â You cry out. âNot enough timeââ
âDonât worry, baby. Weâve got all day,â Mingyu grins as he continues to pound your cunt. âIâm gonna make you cum on this bed, then hyungâs gonna fuck you too. Then weâll fuck you together, and weâll do it all over again until youâre crying for us to stop.â
âBig words,â You moan out, every bit of it intending to provoke. âSure you can live up to them, pretty boy?â
Mingyu groans at your words, hips stuttering at the little nickname that falls from your mouth. âHeard that, hyung? I think sheâs challenging us.â
âLet her learn the hard way.â
Seungcheolâs words only have you clenching harder, your high quickly approaching thanks to Mingyuâs merciless strokes and the filth of their words.
âGyu, close,â You whine out, reaching for the man. âHold me, please.â
Mingyuâs quick to listen, leaning down to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him until the boundaries between your bodies became indistinguishable. âIâve got you, pretty girl. Just let go for me, okay? Cum for me, soak this cock, babyââ
âGyu, cumming!â You cry out, back bowing off the bed as your mind blanks. The orgasm hits you brutally, hits you like it has no plans of ever letting you get back up.
Mingyuâs thrusts get harsher as he chases his high, deep groans and moans of your name falling from his lips before his hips lose their rhythm and heâs burying himself all the way inside.
âFuck, I love your cunt,â Mingyu groans as he pulls out, smacking his lips against your cheek. He rolls the condom off and ties it before dangling it in front of you. âCongrats, pretty girl. I donât think Iâve ever cum that hard.â
âMe too,â You reply before Mingyuâs absence has your tone quickly turning into a whine. âGyu, come back.â
Mingyu sets the used condom down on the nightstand before heâs laying down beside you and taking you into his arms. âWho wouldâve thought the little tease would be this clingy after sex?â
 âFine, leave.â
âKidding, pretty girl,â Mingyu laughs as he nuzzles into your neck. âI like it when you cling.â
You giggle at the ticklish sensation. âGood because Iâll be clinging for the next few minutesââ
Your laughter pauses when the bed dips beside you, Seungcheol finally making his presence apparent.
Damn, you almost forgot about him.
âHow are you?â Seungcheol asks, fingers tenderly tucking your hair back. âWe can stop here if itâs too muchââ
âIâm fine,â You cut him off. âJust give me a minute. You werenât kidding when you said Mingyu was feral.â
Seungcheol only chuckles as Mingyu mutters apologies into your neck.
âCan you hold me, Cheol?â You ask.
âMingyuâs not enough?â Seungcheol snorts, but heâs settling beside you anyway.Â
âWant you both to hold me,â You reply, a purr practically leaving your throat when Seungcheol presses against you.
âGreedy,â Mingyu mutters against your neck.
âI know,â You giggle, arms wrapping around Seungcheol as you bury your face between the man's pecs. Only the universe knows how long youâve been waiting to do that.
âComfy?â Seungcheol asks, tone dripping with amusement as he scratches your scalp.
You feel like a dog getting scratches but you donât think itâs that far off from the truth because youâd honestly let this man make you his bitcâ
âMhm,â You nod against Seungcheolâs chest.
âOkay then,â Seungcheol laughs.
It only takes a few more minutes before youâre giving Seungcheol the signal and heâs kicking Mingyu out of the bed, the taller man pouting as he walks to the couch and plops down onto it like a dejected puppy.
How cute.
âGet on all fours, sweetheart.â
Oh fuck.
Like a puppet on strings controlled by Seungcheolâs words, youâre quick to follow. Itâs a little demeaning, you think, but Seungcheolâs natural dominance only has your pussy clenching on nothing, every inch of your quivering wetness craving to get filledâ
âCheol!â You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your cunt suddenly stretched wide around Seungcheolâs cock as he buries himself into the hilt. It's a good thing you were still loose and dripping from the orgasm Mingyu gave you because holy shit, Seungcheolâs cock would have ripped you apart from the sheer girth of it.
âOh fuck, you werenât lying, Gyu,â Seungcheol moans as he starts a slow, rough pace that has every inch, every vein, every ridge of his cock catching onto your walls. âHow are you still so tight? Mingyu already fucked you open and youâre still clinging like a fucking vice.â
Seungcheolâs words go in one ear before they fly out through the other. Your brain canât process anything, canât register Seungcheolâs words, canât think of a proper response. The only thing that keeps you functioning is the blood thatâs rapidly pumping desire into every fiber of your body.
You can only moan uselessly. Whines and whimpers of what sounds like Seungcheolâs name falling from your lips as you press your cheek against the sheets and arch to get Seungcheolâs cock deeper into you.
âLook at that fucking arch,â Seungcheol hisses, hips driving harder in and out of you as he gropes and kneads the globes of your ass. âYouâre made for this, baby.â
You practically purr when you feel Seungcheol press his chest against your back, the weight of him turning your brain into a mushy mess of desire and submission.Â
âMade to please, made to get fucked, made to take my fucking cockââ Seungcheolâs words are cut off by a loud approving whine from you throat. âYou like hearing that, sweetheart? Like me treating you like youâre nothing more than a way to get offâfuck, you do. I can feel you tightening.â
âHyung, I think youâve fucked her dumb.â
âHave I, sweetheart?â Seungcheol whispers into your ear, asking like you havenât been incoherent for the past few minutes. âUse your words, pretty. Unless, Iâve really fucked you dumb.â
âFuckâhnngââ You struggle to get the words out from how brutally Seungcheol pounds your cunt. âHarder, Cheol.â
âWhat an overachiever,â Seungcheol hisses, but he obliges. His strokes donât lose their strength even as he picks up speed, and if the man didnât fuck you dumb previously, then heâll probably fuck you dumb now.
Itâs exactly what you need. Just a moment to relax, let go, turn off your brain, and let a big man fuck an even bigger cock into your cunt until you were drooling on the sheets.
âWanna fuck her mouth, Gyu?â Seungcheol suddenly asks as he peels himself away from you, and without missing a beat, Mingyuâs already settling in front of you with a bright grin.
âDonât have to ask me twice, hyung.â
Fucking finally, you think as you raise your head from the sheets.
âOpen up, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he taps the flushed head of his cock against your lips.Â
Youâre quick to open your mouth. The familiar taste of Mingyu has you moaning, has you pushing forward to get more of him down your throat. The man only moans, hands guiding your head up and down in a gentle manner that wholly contrasts Seungcheolâs rough thrusts from the back.
Itâs dirty, debauched, and youâre being filled from both ends like a slut, but fuck was it good. Two ridiculously good-looking men had their cocks inside you, who the hell were you to complain? You think the dry spellâs worth it, think that the months of having nothing but your fingers to fuck yourself was worth it because now you were being stuffed full.
And itâs only 9:30 AM.
You almost feel sorry for whoeverâs in the next room for having to keep up with this debauchery so early in the day.
âWhat a good girl,â Seungcheol rasps. âTaking cock like a champ and sucking cock like a whore.â
The words only egg you on to suck harder and clamp down tighter, every cell in your body filled with the eagerness to please and prove just how well you could treat these two.
No words are exchanged as the three of you work to chase your highs, Seungcheol pounding his cock faster while Mingyu grabbed your by the head to fuck your face. The three you have become the prime embodiment of lust with skin meeting skin in obscene slaps and moans falling from lips like speech no longer existed.
The next thing you know, the world is black with stars exploding all over the void as warmth floods your mouth and wetness bursts from your cunt.
A whine leaves your throat when Mingyu and Seungcheol withdraw, and your body is quick to collapse onto the bed with neither man supporting you. However, the absence of their touch only lasts so long before Seungcheolâs pulling you to lay back on his chest as Mingyu walks over to the mini-fridge and gets you a bottle of water.
âDrink up, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he opens the bottle and brings the mouth to your lips.
You donât realize how thirstyâactually thirstyâyou are until the first cool gulp eases your throat, and before you know it, youâve finished the entire bottle.
âYou okay?â Seungcheol mutters against your neck while Mingyu goes to throw the bottle in the trash.
âYeah,â You reply, melting into Seungcheolâs embrace. âThat was the best sex Iâve had, I think.â
âYouâre talking like weâre finished,â Seungcheol giggles, and you freeze.
Were you guys⊠Not finished?
âYou still have to take us both, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he sits in front of you on the bed.Â
Your gaze flickers between the two men, and despite just cumming, you can already feel the heat build up in your stomach again. It gnaws, claws, and it has you cooking up a hundred different scenarios as to what both could mean. âOkay.â
The next thing you know, Mingyuâs easing you down his cock, the man guiding you down by the hips until heâs buried all the way inside. âGyu, too deep.â
Mingyu reaches even further inside now that gravity aided him. Every shift has you feeling him all the way to your guts, has wetness seeping from your cunt as his dick easily presses against that one spot you struggled to reach.
âIs it, really?â Mingyu asks with a teasing grin and a thrust of his hips that has you yelping and falling over, hands shooting out to brace yourself on Mingyuâs chest. Thereâs barely any distance between your faces like this. âYour pussy seems to like it though.â
Your pussy does, and you do too, but youâre not about stroke this manâs ego more than you already have.
âKiss me, pretty girl,â Mingyu whispers, his hot breath dancing across your lips like a sinful invitation.Â
You do just as asked, lips pressing against Mingyuâs in a kiss thatâs all spit, tongue, and sin as you moan into his mouth while circling your hips. Mingyu lets his hands explore your body, lets them wander from your face down your chest to your back and down your ass.
An embarrassed whine leaves your throat when Mingyu spreads your cheeks apart, blood rushing to your face when you realize that Seungcheol is literally behind you with a perfect view of the way Mingyuâs cock is lodged inside youâ
âCheol!â You cry out the manâs name when you feel a glob of wetness drop onto your ass, and you attempt to turn, but Mingyu doesnât let you, chasing your lips with his own until you have no choice but to kiss him back while Seungcheol carried on with his debauchery.
Thereâs a hot breath on your cunt before Mingyuâs moaning and swearing into your mouth, and the next thing you know, Seungcheolâs dragging his tongue from where you and Mingyu meet before licking up your taint toâ
A moan leaves your mouth when you feel Seungcheolâs tongue drag across your other hole, and he doesnât give you enough time to process it before heâs sticking a finger in.
âFuck, youâre even tighter here,â Seungcheol groans as he slowly plunges his finger in and out of you. âAnyone ever fuck you here, sweetheart?â
âNo,â You breathe out burying your face into Mingyuâs neck as the foreign sensation creeps throughout your body. Itâs weird, really weird, and you hate that your nerves are firing signals of pleasure throughout your body, hate that youâre feeling good from it.
âIâll be your first then,â Seungcheol says before spitting again. âAre you okay with that? We donât have to if you donât want to.â
For someone so stubborn and rough, Choi Seungcheol sure had a way of being soft. Youâve lost count of all the check-inâs, of all the ways out heâs given you. If you wanted out, you wouldâve long kicked them out of your room.
âFuck me in the ass, Cheol,â You whimper, and you swear you feel Mingyuâs dick twitch inside you.
Freak, you think.
(Youâre no better.)
âGod, your mouth, Y/N,â Seungcheol groans, adding another finger that has you gripping tighter on Mingyuâs shoulders for support. The man underneath you only presses soothing kisses all over your throat, hands too occupied with spreading you open for his hyung to offer you any other comfort. âWanna get double-stuffed, sweetheart? Are you sure you can take itââ
âYes, Cheol, just shove it in!â You cry out desperately. The frustration in your tone only makes the men laugh.
âBaby, be careful what you wish for,â Mingyu whispers into your ear at the same time he squeezes your ass. âYou might not be able to sit properly after this.â
âIf I can sit without crying then the two of you are doing something wrongâShit!â
Full.
Impossibly full.
Thereâs nothing running through your mind but cock, cock, cockâ
âHoly fuck,â Seungcheol moans, cock slowly spearing through the walls of your hole that no oneânot even youâhas dared to explore.
Choi Seungcheol is the first to get all of you.
âHyung, her pussy got tighter,â Mingyu whimpers, arms wrapping around your waist like youâre a lifeline, like heâs trying his best not to bust then and there.
None of it registers in your mind. You canât speak, canât moan, canât think. Your headâs a mess of desire and debauchery, the painful sensation of Seungcheol stretching you wide contrasting against the pleasurable rub of Mingyuâs cock against your walls.Â
âYou okay?â Seungcheol asks, leaning down to press apologetic kisses against the back of your ear. âY/N, you have to answer me before we can continue.â
âIâm fine,â You manage to breathe out, propping yourself up on shaky arms as you pull away from Mingyu. âJustâjust do it slowly.â
âWeâll go as slow as you want, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says, giving you an experimental thrust to test the waters.
The action has you whining, has tears pooling in your eyes as the sting becomes more apparent. Who decided that taking a cock this thick for your first backdoor experience would be a good idea? Not that it would be better if it was Mingyu in Seungcheolâs place. The cock in your ass already feels like itâs knocking at your guts, Mingyu would fucking tear through you if it was him in there.
As promised, Seungcheol and Mingyu take it slow, fucking you with gentle, shallow thrusts that are less for their pleasure and more for your adjustment. They make a good team, their chemistry and their attunement to your body both bringing you into a cockdrunk headspace where you can only moan and whimper.
âDoing so well, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he runs his large hands from your thighs up your waist and over your chest before heâs squeezing and kneading the globes of fat. âSo pretty when youâre moaning, so pretty when youâre taking cock, fuck.â
Mingyu continues to praise you, continues to let the stream of encouraging, pussy-clenching compliments fall from his lips even as heâs sucking and groping your tits.Â
Their combined efforts quickly have the sting turning into pleasure, and before you can even stop yourself, your hips are already moving back to meet their thrusts, each bounce and slap driving their cocks deeper into your holes until you can feel their balls hit the skin of your cunt in alternating slaps.
âHarder,â You moan out like you werenât just crying from the intrusion a few seconds ago. âIâm not gonna break, please fuck me harder.â
âYou beg so well, sweetheart,â Seungcheol groans, hands continuing to knead and squeeze your ass as he and Mingyu take turns going in and out of you. âWho am I to deny you when you plead all pretty like that?â
Itâs the only warning you get before Seungcheol starts a harsh pace, Mingyu following suit to match his hyungâs strokes so that their cocks drive in and out of you at the same time.
The pleasure you get from it is out of this world. One second youâre empty with nothing but their thick heads to stretch you out, and the next second youâre struggling to breathe from how impossibly full your cunt and ass are.
Youâve gone feral, every setting on your body switched to a primal state where you can only moan, whine, and shriek out words that resembled âplease!â, âmore!â, âdonât stop!ââ
âMore? Baby, youâre already drooling,â Mingyu laughs out in disbelief as he continues to fuck you, one hand reaching up to wipe your chin. âYouâre already so messy, pretty girl, and you want more? Want us to ruin you? Want us to fuck you until you canât think, hm?â
âYes!â
âDonât fucking worry, sweetheart, youâll get what you asked for,â Seungcheol rasps behind you, his thrusts not faltering once. âIâm gonna fuck you till youâre gaping, gonna fuck you until youâre crying for me to fucking stop. Everytime you sit, itâs gonna sting and youâre gonna fucking remember who fucked this tight little ass openâshit.â
âOh, hyung I think she likes it when you talk to her like that,â Mingyu groans, eyes boring into yours. âShouldâve known you were into this shit.â
âShe probably planned all of this, Gyu,â Seungcheol moans. âProbably brought her skimpiest fucking swimsuits so that someone would just lose control and fuck her. Congratulations, sweetheart, youâre getting what you wanted.â
âI think we deserve a little thanks, no?â Mingyu says, and youâre quick to oblige.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank youââ
âGood girl,â Seungcheol says. âBut what are you thankful for, sweetheart? Youâll have to be specific.â
âThank you forâhnngâfucking me,â You whimper out, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight as the men continue to drive their cocks in and out of you. âThank you for stretching my cunt, thank you for fucking my assââ
Stars burst beneath your lids as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, moans and swears coming from the men at your sudden clench and collapse onto Mingyuâs chest.
âFuck, hyung she just cameââ
âI know, shit, Iâm close.â
âMe too, fuck.â
You can only lay limply in Mingyuâs arms as the two men use your body to get themselves off. The overstimulation has you crying, has you whimpering and whining into Mingyuâs ear, but all the fucking has made you boneless, and you canât find it in yourself to push either men away.
Especially not when you could feel another orgasm building up.
Greedy, you know.
Mingyuâs the first to break, âFuck, Iâm so closeââ
âInside Gyu,â You whimper weakly. âTake the condom off.â
âPretty girl, thatâs not a good ideaââ
âPlease.â You whimper.Â
âYou heard her, Gyu,â Seungcheol says. âI hope you donât mind me doing the same, sweetheart.â
âIâd be mad if you didnât,â You reply with a grin, watching as Seungcheol pulls his cock out and rolls the condom off before heâs plunging back inside, bare.
âFuck, okay,â Mingyu is quick to give in, pulling out the way his hyung did before heâs sticking his bare cock back inside of you. âPlease tell me youâre on birth control.â
âIâll get Plan B later,â You reply, and you donât miss the way Mingyuâs eyes darken.
âFuck, youâre asking me to fuck this cunt unprotected and youâre not on birth control?â Mingyu hisses but he fucks you anyway, nails digging into your hips as he brings you down on his cock every time he thrusts up.
âHope youâre ready to become a father, Gyu,â Seungcheol snickers from behind you. âHaa, fuck Iâm close.â
âDonât you want a mini-me, Gyu?â You tease further, and Mingyu only swears as he thrusts even harder. âThis pussyâs all yours if you get me pregnantââ
âDonât joke about that shit or I really will, slut,â Mingyu rasps. âKeep teasing me and you wonât be leaving this bed until Iâm sure it fucking sticks.â
Mingyuâs words push you off the edge, and your orgasm is quick to set off Seungcheolâs and Mingyuâs, moans, swears, and hisses escaping their lips until they bury themselves deep inside you with one final thrust that has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.
Warmth blooms inside you as you get impossibly full with the menâs spunk, satisfied sighs and whimpers falling from your lips as you nuzzle into Mingyuâs chest while Seungcheol rests his forehead against your back.
Fuck, you really needed to get plan B after this.
(The idea of a mini-Gyu is cute, but youâre not about to trade your successful career and your carefree lifestyle to bear the child of a man you barely know.)
(Even if heâs hot as fuck.)
The two men pull out, and itâs not long before you feel the warmth of their cum ooze out of you in thick globs.Â
Seungcheol is quick to slap Mingyuâs shoulder. âGyu, get a towel. We need to clean her upââ
Mingyu doesnât waste a second before heâs settling between your legs, tongue darting out to clean the cum streaming out of you.
âWell, that works too,â Seungcheol says as he settles beside your body that was jolting and twitching from the stimulation of Mingyuâs tongue.
âHow are you?â Seungcheol asks as he takes you into his arms. âFine? Good? Does anything hurt?â
âIâm fine,â You mumble. âBut I donât think I can go to the pharmacy right now.â
âAh fuck, almost forgot about that,â Seungcheol says. âGyu, go get plan B.â
âHyung, Iâm busy eating. Why meââ
âItâs your cum, asshole,â Seungcheol scolds. âUnless you really want a kid, then be my fucking guestââ
âWeâre at that age anywayââ
âMingyu.â
âOn it.â
You only giggle as the men bicker, nuzzling into Seungcheolâs chest and watching with sleepy eyes as Mingyu grabs his clothes from the floor.Â
âIâll be back,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your cheek before heâs rushing to the door of your hotel room. âDonât hog her too much, hyung. Iâll be back before you know it.â
âYeah, whatever.â
Itâs the last thing you hear before the world goes black.
â
Itâs been two weeks since your little summer escapade, and youâre still not over it.
You had left the day following your debauched threesome, and you had left without a word. No exchange of numbers, no exchange of details. The only evidence of your little tryst was the memories and the few pictures on your phone that the men had taken while ruining you for everybody else that came after them.
A fuck-and-run is what you liked to call it, and though it makes you feel a little guilty to leave without saying goodbye, youâre sure it wonât take long before the two find another pretty thing to take your place.
(Sure, youâre a little jealous at the thought, but itâs not like youâll ever see them again.)
Honestly though, you feel a little empty.
In more ways than one.
They were good in bed, but they were even better outside of it. Mingyu and Seungcheol were the perfect mix of gentleman and freak, the two men treating you with utmost care and attention outside of the bedroom while treating you like a ragdoll inside of it. Their absence and your isolation only becomes more apparent whenever you get home and thereâs nothing to greet you but the luxurious walls of your apartment and the pretty city view that cost you an even prettier penny just to get.
How sad.
(Fuck, you needed to settle down soon.)
A frustrated sigh falls from your lips when you find that your kitchen is empty. Well, not really, but there aren't enough ingredients to make a decent dish. The last thing you wanted was to eat horribly when you were already down in the dumps.
Damn it.
Youâre quick to throw your heels back on and walk out of your apartment before driving to the closest supermarket.Â
It only takes a short while before youâre halfway through your list, the cart filled with a mix of fresh ingredients for less busy days and processed goods for when you need something quick. You canât help the envy that flares inside you when you see a couple doing their shopping together.
Fuck, you when?
With a sigh, you turn to the little stack of grocery items, your annoyance only growing when you realize that the pack of spicy noodles you really liked were placed all the way up on the top shelf that was conveniently out of your reach.
Way to make a bad day worse, really.
You feel a little pathetic as you tiptoe and reach for the noodles, feel even worse when you realize that youâre in heels and yet youâre still in this stupid situation. Who the hell decided that that was the best place to stack food that was high in demandâ
A hand reaches out to get the pack before itâs held out to you.
Bless their soul, really.
You take the pack of noodles gratefully before looking up to thank the stranger, âThank youââ
Oh god.
Tall, check. Ridiculously lean, check. Pretty eyes, check. Sharp fangs poking out as he grins, check.Â
Kim Mingyu stands before you like a knight in sagging sweatpants, and Seungcheol stands right behind him, hands on the cart and eyes filled with recognition and something darker as he stares at you.
âLong time no see, pretty girl,â Mingyu says.Â
âWow,â You laugh a littleâextremelyâawkwardly as you set the pack of noodles down in your cart. âDidnât know you guys did your grocery here.â
âWe live nearby,â Mingyu replies, hand holding your cart, and you know itâs intentional.Â
âSeems like you do too,â Seungcheol adds with a smirk.
The message underlying their words is clear.
Found you.
Specific Tags: Horny thoughts from everyone, Return of the sunblock scene but itâs Gyu this time (see: Imperfect love PT. 1), Public fingering (I get worse every time), Masturbation, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Threesome, Double Blowjob (KILL ME IT LOOKS LIKE THE TAGS SECTION OF A PORN SITE), Bukkake (Every day I learn a new term), Degradation, Dumbification, Mildly Homoerotic Themes (Aka me opening up the door for poly), Mild Rimming (f receiving, CRYING AS WE SPEAK), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Protected Sex Quickly turning Unprotected, Mild allusions to babytrapping, Mild breeding kink, Creampie (Both holes)
A/N: Hope yâall missed me cause once my thesis and exam are done, Iâm gonna be clicking the hell out of that post button and replying to the requests and asks that have piled up đ„° (They keep adjusting deadlines omygod set me free from this prolonged agony)
WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Smut/Explicit Sexual Content, Filthy Sex (Everyone here is feral, and somehow the narratives are worse than the sex itself; Turn your brain off for this one please because this is meant to read like a pornhwa LMAO); Specific Content Tags and Warning Expansions are at the bottom (for the love of all things good please read them if there are things you have hard limits on. Assume the worst.)
WC: 17.7k
SUMMARY: Just a girl getting her dose of vitamin sea and vitamin D⊠Or would Dâs be more appropriate?
A/N: Back early but I have an exam tomorrow so Iâm just dropping this as a surprise then disappearing again đ„Č Tried my best to make this a light fun read instead of my usual chunks of paragraphs đ (I failed halfway, clearly.) This one is so bad, but itâs October so Iâll take it as a free pass, thanks. Also, this was made based on a request from a lovely moot of mine. Hope yâall enjoy!
Strong independent woman.
Itâs what friends, family, and even strangers would call you. With a pretty face and an even prettier salary, youâre the kind of woman that men avoid because they know better than to punch above their weight. You are, as the younger folks like to say it, the baddest bitch incarnate.
You like to think that they were just exaggerating it.
Everything you are now is just a consequence of your passion, your drive. You knew what you wanted, and you did everything you could to get it. With a stroke of luck, a dash of opportunity, and a shit ton of hard work, you managed to land the job of your dreams that fulfilled you. However, as much as you love your job, constantly grinding through the hours and coming home to nothing for support is bound to burn anyone out, even if you make it look effortless. Youâve piled up leaves, you deserve a break.
Plus, sometimes a girl just wants to have fun.
It was time for another retreat, another escape, and this year you find that youâre craving a little vitamin sea, and who knows? Maybe a pretty woman like you could get a bit of that vitamin D. It wouldnât be hard to drag some poor unwitting soul into your orbit. The true difficulty lied in finding someone worth pulling.
(Men are often disappointments.)
When you pull up at the resort in your black Jeep, the first thing you notice is the eyes. It isnât uncommon, youâre sort of used to it, but the obvious gazes and the hushed whispers always have you torn between feeling like shit and the shit. Â
Youâre the hottest woman here.
(What if they all thought you were hideous?)
Itâs a tough life, really, but women power through. Youâve worked hard to get this far up, and you werenât about to let the doubt tear you down.
âCan I help you with that car, maâam?â One of the hotel staff, a young man with a bright grin says as he approaches you.
âOh, please do. If you donât mind,â You say with a soft smile as you hand the manâChan, his nameplate readsâyour keys. âThank you, Chan.â
The tip of his ears are quick to turn red as he takes the keys. âN-No problem, maâam!â
When Chan scurries awayâhow cute, you thinkâanother member of the staff named Seungkwan is quick to take his place. Heâs cute too, and youâre starting to wonder if this hotel was just hiring visuals left and right.
âDo you need help with your bags as well?â Seungkwan asks, hands already on your heavy luggages.
âIf itâs not too much trouble, dear,â You say, and Seungkwan is quick to straighten up and hoist your bags onto the luggage cart like heâs ready to carry the entire world for you if you asked him to.
What a sweet boy.
(What would it be like to ruin him, you wonder?)
You canât help but find yourself filled with excitement as you follow Seungkwan into the hotel lobby. The energy is good, great even, and you were already looking forward to how the rest of your stay would unfold.
â
âHyung, can you check-in? I really need to pee,â Mingyu says, one hand tight on Seungcheolâs shoulder with the other clutching at his hip as he squirms.
âGo,â Seungcheol waves the younger man off with a snort.Â
âThanks, hyung.â
Seungcheolâs starting to wonder just how urgent Mingyuâs bladder problem is considering the man had the audacity to wink at the women he passes by on his way to the restroom.
Smug little shit, Seungcheol thinks fondly as he laughs quietly to himself.
Not like heâs any better because when the same women catch his gaze, heâs quick to give them a smile. Not quite like the wink Mingyu gave out like the heartthrob he is, but itâs a soft, dashing smile that screams reliable, respectable gentleman.
Seungcheol and Mingyu are just self-absorbed in different fonts.
He knows.
But could anyone really blame him when people always seemed to stop and stare whenever one or two of them were around? Theyâre good-looking men draped in luxury, good-looking men with an aura that oozes confidence. One would have to be blind and numb to not be affected by their flow, their vibe.
Call it arrogant, but Seungcheol likes to call it honest.
Heâs worked hard to get to where he is, and itâs only natural that he took pride in it. He and Mingyu are self-made, clawed their way from middle-class to the top, and he likes to think that being confident is only a natural companion to the tenacity and drive that got them to where they are today.
âGood morning, Mr. Choi,â The receptionist greets as Seungcheol goes up to the desk. âItâs nice to have you back.â
The process is swift, barely lasting a few seconds. Itâs a privilege only few get even among the select. He and Mingyu are here every summer, after all. Their days are spent swimming, surfing, and maximizing the resort's amenities while their nights are spent partying at nearby clubs, throwing shots, and making out with some strangers in the dark. Sometimes it led to more, most of the time it didnât. They may like the fun, but the two still had standards to uphold and reputations to protect.
Seungcheol goes to the couches to wait for Mingyu, and thatâs when he sees you.
Youâre exactly the kind of woman he likes.
Beautiful wasnât enough to describe you, but divine might just be close enough. Itâs only fitting considering how many heads youâve turned, how many men have stumbled over their feet at your entrance, and how many women have looked at you with either envy or awe. Only divinity incites rage and adoration all at once. Your ethereal glow is only enhanced by your movement, your graceful strides. You move with confidence, the kind that flows the way water does: naturally. Your presence doesnât scream, doesnât cry for attention, it just magnetizes.Â
And boy was Seungcheol magnetized.
Even when Mingyu comes back from the washroom talking about the new activities the resort is offering, Seungcheol finds his eyes glued onto you and the way youâre smiling and talking to the receptionist like sheâs an old friend.
Beautiful, polite, and charismatic? Slow down before you bring a man to his knees, god damn.
However, Seungcheolâs little staring session is abruptly cut off when Mingyu starts dragging him to the restaurant, complaining about how long the drive was and how much food heâs going to be scarfing down before hitting the waves and swimming to his heartâs content.
Seungcheol could not care less when his mind was still on you, wondering if the universe would be kind enough to let him get another glimpse of you.
(He hopes it is.)
The next day, Seungcheol decides that heâs going for a swim while Mingyu dozes away in their hotel room after soaring through the water like a dolphin on steroids the entire day yesterday.
Mingyu probably wasnât going to wake up until lunch, or maybe even up until after it. As much as he loved that man, Seungcheol was not about to waste an entire morning waiting for Mingyu to wake up when he could be enjoying the sun, the water, and the breeze.
When he gets there, however, heâs met by red.
A sultry, skin-tight, swimshort-tightening red one-piece with tasteful cut-outs clad to your body that had Seungcheol buffering and choking on air as he wonders what nation he saved in a past life to be bestowed with such a sight.
Youâre lounging on the beach chair, reading through a book with your shades on while the sun kisses your skin like a devoted follower, and itâs taking everything in Seungcheol not to stumble over like an idiot and say something stupid to get your attention.
Instead of doing that and embarrassing himself, Seungcheol sits on the beach chair near you, not quite beside you, but close enough to get him in your orbit. Heâs into you, yes, but he isnât about to ruin the day of such a gorgeous woman with his advances.
Heâs just taking a tiny step in.
(And hoping that maybe youâll give him an opportunity, an entrance.)
Fuck, heâd take such good care of a woman like you if youâd just let him. Dates to a fine-dining restaurant? Check. Driving you wherever you want him to? Check. Designer goods and just because flowers? Check. Debauched sex by the beach and the softest aftercare right after? Check, check, check.
Okay, maybe he had to pull his shit together firstâ
âItâs a nice resort, no?
God, even your voice was gorgeous. Seuncheol feels like heâs listening to a sirenâs song, and given his proximity to the open sea, he thinks he may not be far off in his conclusion, no matter how illogical.
âIt is,â Seungcheol says, trying to think of what to add to the sentence to get the conversation to last longer. âItâs why I come back every year.â
âUrgh, must be a dream,â You reply with a sigh. âYou know, I might just do that too.â
Seungcheol hopes you do because itâs one more thing to look forward to.
âHave you looked around?â Seungcheol asks, planting the first seeds of what he hopes will be a bountiful⊠harvest. âIâd be glad to show you around, if youâd like.â
âI donât even know your name yet, Mr. Stranger,â You giggle, and Seungcheol can feel it echo in his stomach like little butterflies fluttering around flying straight down to his câ
âSeungcheol, but you can call me Cheol,â Seungcheol says as he sits up and reaches out for a handshake that you gladly take. âCan the pretty lady in red give me her name?â
Wow, your skin is soft.
âThe pretty lady in red would like to tell you that itâs a secret,â You wink, withdrawing your hand away and shutting your book. âIâll see you around, Cheol.â
And with that, you walk off.
If Seungcheol thought you looked good from the front, then he sure as hell thought you looked even better from the back. It has him revolted at himself for being reduced to such baser instincts, but he canât help but lock his eyes onto the swing of your hips, each step revealing a mouth-watering jiggle that has Seungcheol wanting to gnaw on his fist before banging it onto the nearest tableâ
Fuck, youâre perfect.
That confidence, that air of mystery, the denial. Seungcheol hates beating around the bush, and heâs a believer of the idea that all consenting adults should just be honest about what they want but this? Seungcheol likes this. Likes the chase youâve set him on, likes the idea of whateverâs waiting for him at the end of it.
Ok, pretty lady in red, Seungcheol thinks.
Challenge accepted.
â
Kim Mingyu likes this place.
Like really likes this place. Itâs luxurious without being too suffocating, relaxing without being too boring, and itâs lively without being too chaotic. He can swim at the pool, surf at the beach, get massages at the spa, eat at the restaurant, and even go out to party if the itch was just too strong.
Itâs a great place! 10 out of 10, no notes, just applause.
What he likes most, however, is the waves. Theyâre perfect, not too large to drown him, not too small to provide little to no thrill. There were areas of the sea that were better suited for advanced folks like him, but there were also sections that even children could navigate, and Mingyu thinks thatâs great because everyone gets a taste of the sports he just loves. But upon arriving at the beach, he thinks he might have just found something he liked more.
Because the only thing he liked more than the thrill of the waves, is the sight of a bombshell riding it.
The light blue tankini youâre wearing looks absolutely good on you. It makes you look like a goddess of the seas as you rip through the waves with a bright, victorious grin that has Mingyuâs heart stuttering in his chest.
All thoughts of surfing wash out of Mingyuâs head, the man choosing to sit on the sand and people-watchâthough person-watch is more accurateâinstead of going into the waves and trying his hand. The sea would be there forever, the waves are bound to return, but the woman bending it to her will is a rare sighting that Mingyu doesnât often have the opportunity to marvel at.
Itâs just harmless looking, he justifies.. Itâs not like heâs about to stroll up to you and ask you to fuck, marry, or maybe even kill him. Though he has to admit, the sight of your thighs makes even death look temptingâ
No, heâs just here to observe.
But it doesnât take long before heâs retracting that statement.
âDo you need help, cutie?âÂ
Mingyu feels like a dog with how sharp his hearing suddenly is at the sound of your voice.
Youâre kneeling beside a little girl whose gaze is filled with worry as she eyes the waves. The little girl nods in response to your question, and Mingyu feels his heart clench for her at the clear sight of anxiety in her eyes.
âEonnie, I donât know how to surf,â The little girl says meekly, and Mingyu almost loses it at the way your eyes soften at the girlâs confession.
âI can teach you, if youâd like?â You offer with a bright smile that has Mingyuâs heart skipping.Â
âReally?â The worry on the childâs face melts away into excitement after hearing your words. âThank you, eonnie!â
âYouâre welcome, cutie.â
Mingyuâs almost tempted to step in like a bumbling idiot and pretend to not know how to surf if it meant youâd guide him like that.
The rest of Mingyuâs morning passes by like that, surfboard discarded like a large plastic pollutant in the sand as he watches you teach the girl with soft smiles and bright giggles. He probably looked like a creep with how often heâs stealing glances at you, but he canât help the way his eyes seem to keep going back to you. Unable to handle any more of it, Mingyu lays back on the sand.
Youâre pretty and kind. The way youâre treating the little girl with gentleness and patience has Mingyuâs heart swelling. Itâs a little parasocial to be thinking about you like this when you didnât even know his name and vice versa, but Mingyuâs weak.
That pretty face of yours was the first attack, and that kindness of yours was the final blow, and now, Mingyuâs sprawled across the sand, clutching at his heart, begging for it to slow. Who needed cardio when he could just look at you? Though he doesnât mind getting some other kind of cardio done with youâ
Enough. Mingyu has done enough pining. Approaching people has never been difficult for him, and he refuses to let it be difficult now that heâs found what may just be the woman of his dreams.
Mingyu sits up abruptly, and an unmanly shriek escapes from his throat in time with a womanâs yelp when he comes face-to-face withâŠ
You?
You.
âOh my gosh, you scared me,â You say with a sigh of relief followed by a quick giggle. âI thought you were dead.â
Mingyu canât believe this is happening, canât believe that youâre standing in front of him, canât believe that youâre talking to him.
âNo, not dead,â Mingyu laughs awkwardly. âJust relaxing.â
âThatâs⊠Thatâs unique,â You laugh lightly, and Mingyu has stop himself from combusting. âSorry for disturbing you. I was a little worried because you werenât moving, but anyway, happy relaxingââ
âWhatâs your name?â Mingyu asks, blurts. He refused to let you go. âSorry if itâs a little too forwardââ
âY/N,â You smile at him, reaching your hand out, and Mingyu has to stare at it for a few seconds to wonder if heâs dreaming this up or if itâs reality before heâs taking your hand. âYours?â
âMingyu,â He replies, tone stable like he isnât giggling and kicking his feet internally at the softness of your palm. âAnd donât worry, you didnât disturb anything.â
âMingyu,â You repeat as you pull your hand away, and the man has to stop himself from marrying you then and there. The way it fell from your mouth felt like Mingyuâs name was only created so it could roll off your tongue. âIâll look forward to seeing you around then.â
âMe too.â
Thank fuck he didnât skip the beach this year.
â
âGirl, howâs the beach? Sorry I couldnât come,â Jihyo says, pouting at you through the video call.
âItâs great,â You reply with a dreamy sigh as you pour yourself a glass of wine. âYou wouldâve really liked it hereâ
âDamn it, donât remind me,â Jihyo whines, and youâre quick to laugh at her. âAny hotties?â
âGirlââ You take a sip from your glass, throat suddenly dry as memories from the past two days flood you. âYes. The men here are so good looking that it should be illegal for them to be walking around like that without a warning. Iâm not kidding.â
âBitch, spill,â Jihyo says. âWhy didnât I go? Drag me next time, okay? Do everything you can.â
You then proceed to tell Jihyo about the two men you met, ensuring that every detail of the interaction is shared with an excruciating attention to detail. She has to understand after all, has to understand why the very memory of these men had a woman like you frothing at the mouth and gnawing at the bars of your mental enclosure.Â
You tell her about Seungcheol first. You tell her about his big strong biceps that youâd probably chew on the moment he grants you an opportunity. You tell her about his smile, his deep dimples that had you wanting to poke his soft cheeks. You tell her about his eyes, the way their softness perfectly contrasted the strength of his brow. You then proceed to tell her how you wished he would have just fucked you in prone bone on the beach chair you were lounging on when you met him.
(Jihyo supports.)
After that, you tell her about Mingyu. You tell her about his big frame that took so much space on the sand. You tell her about his chest, the fullness of it inviting you to gnaw on it like youâre a dog and heâs your favorite chew toy. You tell her about his clumsy charm, the confidence and awkwardness that struck a perfect balance. You then proceed to tell her how badly you wanted to lick all over his tanned skin while you rode his dick like a fiend on the beach.
(Jihyo also supports this.)
But alas, theyâre just fantasies. You know you wonât actually be getting yourself involved with them. You doubt your paths will cross again with how huge the resort was, and you can only ever dream of the what ifâs.
When your call with Jihyo ends, you find that your mind is still plagued by memories of your encounter with Seungcheol and Mingyu. Itâs not often that you come across men like that, after all, with most of the male population disappointing you with their antics or their audacity.Â
Oh well, better luck next time, you think.
(You really wanted that Vitamin D though.)
On your third morning at the resort, you decide that itâs time to try out the pool. Youâre quick to shower, the cool water refreshing you as it washes over your skin. After that, youâre changing into a two-piece, a cute lavender bikini that exposes enough skin to ensure that the sun could evenly shine on your skin to give you that summer glow. Once thatâs done, youâre quick to throw on a white beach dress to cover yourself and shades to block the sun that would soon be blinding you if you didnât prepare.
The adults-only section of the pool is great. Itâs quiet with only a few people around, and the best part of it was the little bar near the pool. Youâre not an alcoholic, but something about sipping on a flute of mimosa while you lounged by the poolside was definitely a very tempting idea.
Youâll save it for later.
Wordlessly, you drop your bag on the table, sitting on the pool lounger before laying back completely, legs straightened in front of you as you stretch and get settled. The summer sun is gentle, and the soothing winds that breeze from the sea only heighten the relaxing sensation.Â
Thereâs enough people to breathe life and bring energy to the place, but even then the morning is slow, calm. A few ladies are chattering loudly on the other side, and youâre almost tempted to lean in their direction just to get in on the juicy gossip. When you get tired of watching them you move your gaze to the side a few paces from the women, and youâre met with the sigh of a couple getting a little handsy, and even from here, you can already feel the tension.
Fuck, you when?
Itâs too early to be thinking about getting laid, but itâs⊠Itâs been a while. Your job didnât give you much down time except for rare opportunities like this, and the only thing thatâs been inside you for the past few months was your fingers. The little dry spell was only made worse when you encountered those two dreamy strangers and further aggravated by the sight of the couple and their poorly concealed PDA.
Youâre almost tempted to go back to your room, but damn it, the weatherâs too good to pass up.
You werenât about to waste the gentle heat of the sun and the cool breeze coming from the sea just to take the edge off only to end up craving more because honestly? It wasnât even the orgasm you wanted, it was just the feeling of being stretched open by dickâ
The inappropriate thoughts running through your head pause when you spot him on the other side.
Seungcheol is a sight for sore eyes as he sets his bag on the table, claiming the lounger that sits right across from yours. The two of you are separated by a wide expanse of pool and chlorine, but the distance does nothing to deter your searching gaze.Â
The man still looks good, and honestly speaking, he looks even better. Short bleached cut that makes his handsome feature pop, loose muscle tee that bares his biceps, and swim shorts that cling to his assâthe sight of Seungcheol has you heating up, has you throwing one leg over the other to let you squeeze and ease the growing heat between your thighsâ
You freeze when your eyes lock, and even through your shades, you can feel the heat of Seungcheolâs gaze.
Thereâs a smirk on his face as he eyes you, and much to the detriment of your already throbbing core, Seungcheolâs pulling at the hem of his shirt and removing it, and fuckâ
You want to chew on his pecs.
The heat in your core only grows when Seungcheol sits on the lounger, laying back on the thing with his hands behind his head in a way that has his biceps bulging and practically calling out for you. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, gaze challenging you to come over.
Like hell you will.
Smug bastard, you think. Two can play that game.
Slowly, you sit up, raising them of your dress to uncover your thighs then your hips then your stomach until youâre gathering all the fabric and removing it completely to bare your revealing little number. You move with a slight exaggeration, loud enough to be tantalizing, quiet enough to only be perceptible to those who are really watching.Â
From the corner of your eye, you see Seungcheolâs smirk drop. The smug look on his face quickly replaced by a dark look that reeked of hunger.
Good, you think as you dip your toes into the pool, keep watching.
The water is cool as it envelops you, and you almost forget your initial agenda. It moves, swirls, and presses against your form from all angles, but you think the waterâs pressure against your skin is nothing compared to the weight of Seungcheolâs gaze as he eyes you from his lounger.
Itâs your turn to smirk when your eyes meet.
The manâwith no other way of putting it in a way that isnât crudeâis fucking you with his eyes. Youâre not dumb, you can tell. Youâve been subjected to that gaze many times, by many other men, but you think itâs the first time youâre returning it so earnestly.
Honestly, Seungcheol needed to stop doing it with his eyes and start doing it with⊠Something else.
When you get out of the pool, you let your hips sway in a way you know will catch Seungcheolâs eyes. Heâs a man, after all, and when it comes to this, theyâre simple creatures. It doesnât take much effort, really.
To make things even worseâfor him, not for youâyou place your bag on the lounger to âlookâ for your towel, bending over and sticking your ass out to give Seungcheol the perfect view of what he could be having if he stopped being stubborn and came overâ
âOh, Y/N!â Another familiar voice greets you, and it has you straightening up, towel in hand. âWe meet again.â
Perfect timing, you think to yourself with a grin.
Two big strong birds with one scantily-clad stone.
â
Seungcheolâs pissed.
Why the fuck was Kim Mingyu chatting with you like he knows you?
Heâs already on edge from all the teasing youâve been doing, swim shorts unbearably tight from the sight of prancing around like a little nymph in the water before you practically flash him by bending over and exposing your scantily clad lips.
Fucking shit.
Your attention is no longer on him as you chat away with Mingyu, smile bright and eyes crinkled as you laugh at whatever stupid shit his best friend said. Mingyuâs funny, but not nearly funny enough to have you bent over and slapping at the manâs bicep like heâs the worldâs greatest comedian.
What pisses Seungcheol off more is that Mingyu is clearly enjoying all the attention, the touching. His friendâs chest is puffed out like a bird thatâs trying to court, biceps clearly flexed under your touch in a way that Seungcheol knows is meant to showcase his god-like physique.
Asshole.
It has the competitive spirit in Seungcheol flaring, has him rising to his feet and walking over to where youâre chatting with Mingyu on the lounger.
The man is quick to spot him, smile bright and unassuming. Seungcheol knows thatâs the last time itâll ever be that way when Seungcheol starts showing interest in you.
Theyâre both territorial, after all.
And youâre unfortunate enough to be the one in the middle of it all.
âOh, hyung!â Mingyu waves at him, and Seungcheol doesnât miss the way you freeze when your eyes land on him. âCome, meet Y/N. Sheâs staying at the resort too.â
Seungcheol almost wants to clap back and say obviously, but he holds his tongue. So Mingyu gets to know your name, but he canât?
Okay, brat.
âWeâve met,â Seungcheol says, staring at Mingyu with that look he knows the man will understand. âDidnât think you two knew each other though.â
âWe met yesterday, at the beach,â You explain.
âAh, you two know each other?â Mingyu says with a look that tells Seungcheol the younger man has caught on. âWanna join us for lunch, Y/N? Itâll be nice to have a new face around.â
You look between them, and Seungcheol wonders if youâre already catching onto the clear tension between the men whose egos were clashing against each other like the waves that crash on the resortâs shore.
âIf you guys donât mindââ
âNot at all, Y/N,â Seungcheol says, and relishes in the way you tense at the sound of your name falling from his mouth. He finally had something to call the pretty lady in red, and fuck, did the name suit her. âItâll be a pleasure to have you.â
In more ways than one.
â
This is the tensest lunch Mingyuâs ever had the misfortune of going through.
Not because of you though. Youâre not the problem, never the problem. Youâre eating happily, digging into the meal and letting out hums and comments of approval that Mingyu responds to with just as much enthusiasm before heâs shutting his mouth because of the true problem.
Choi Seungcheol.
His hyungâs glaring at him when you arenât looking, sending him looks that are screaming at Mingyu to cut it, to stop being so friendly. It doesn't deter him though. If anything, Seungcheolâs clear displeasure only makes Mingyu friendlier, more over the top with entertaining you with his stories while Seungcheol chimed in every once in a while.
And itâs not like itâs just Seungcheol thatâs pissed. Mingyu is too! Well, not really, but still. He had found the woman of his dreams on the beach only to find out that his hyung had his eyes on her too. Mingyu can tell this little tension between them is going to turn into a pissing contest soon enough, but he refuses to back down, refuses to give you up.
Itâs not the first time theyâve set their eyes on the same woman, but itâs definitely the first time theyâve been this possessive.
Because honestly, who wouldnât be when itâs you?
âExcuse me. Iâm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,â You say with a small polite, rising to your feet and walking to the bathroom. Mingyu finds himself mesmerized, eyes captured wholly by the swayâ
âOuch, hyung!â Mingyu cries out, rubbing at his shoulder with a pout. âWhat was that forââ
âWatch your eyes,â Seungcheol huffs, and Mingyu is quick to gape.
âMe? Me?â Mingyu says in disbelief as he turns to the man. âYah, you were staring at her boobs half the time we were eatingââ
âI was notââ
âLiar,â Mingyu says with a roll of his eyes, and Seungcheol is quick to give it up. No use in denying when heâd already been caught. âYouâre gonna scare her off with how hostile youâre being.â
âBack off so I donât have to be,â Seungcheol replies with a tick in his jaw. âItâs that simple.â
âHell no,â Mingyu shakes his head. âHyung, I just met the girl of my dreams, and you want me to give up? Nope, not doing itââ
âYou met her yesterday,â Seungcheol says with a raised eyebrow. âI met her first.â
âOkay, and?â Mingyu says childishly. âIâm still going after her, hyung.â
âYouâre really not gonna give up?â Seungcheol asks, and Mingyu is quick to nod. âFine.â
âMay the best man win.â
â
This was not on the itinerary, you think.
Getting two ridiculously attractive men to chase after you and set aside their friendship during what was meant to be a little getaway between bros was definitely not on your list. Itâs a little cute, though a little stupid considering that two grown men were stumbling over themselves like idiots trying to get your approval.
Theyâre trying to hide it, dirty looks and silent swears flung at each other when they think you arenât looking, but theyâre doing a terrible job. Itâs a little funny, you think. Because why bother fighting over you when they could just share? Didnât they teach that in primary school? Youâve got more than enough holesâ
You donât tell them that though. Theyâd have to find that out for themselves. There was no way in hell that you were going to be the one to bring that up. No matter how much the idea plagues your head.
Plus, it was fun watching them try so hard and with such different techniques too.
Mingyu goes for the playful, charismatic route. He jokes and teases, touches respectful but strategic. Soft nudges of his shoulder, light brushes against your waistâMingyu is the master of casual touch, the kind that could be friendly or flirty, the kind thatâs always teetering on the edge of something more. He has you swooning, has you giggling, has you wanting to do something as reckless as pulling him to the closest bathroom and riding him on the toilet with no regard for who might enter.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is a force to be reckoned with. He talks, but not too much. He listens, remembers. Heâs the kind of guy that makes you feel like youâre his woman. Seungcheol has the kind of aura that makes you want to submit, that makes you want to surrender all control because you just know that Seungcheol can do it all for you. He has you shifting, has you squeezing your thighs, has you wanting to get on all fours on his bed and let him use you to his heartâs content.
It's a little frustrating when you think about it. You want them, they want you, what else did they need? At this point, the only thing stopping you from knocking on their hotel room and stripping was the fact that doing that felt a little too tacky for your taste, but at the rate theyâre going, you think it wonât be long before you actually do that.
You decide then and there that if theyâre not going to make a move, then youâll just have to push them to their limits until they do.
Divide and conquer.
â
Mingyuâs going to die.
When you asked him to go swimming, Mingyu thought it would be fun, thought that heâd be swimming and paddling around in the sea while you guys chatted and got to know each other better. Cute! Wholesome!Â
Not.
Youâre on your stomach, lying on a towel as Mingyu summoned every bit of self control while he untied the string of your tiny bikini. You havenât even gotten to the swimming part and Mingyu thinks his shorts are already wet.
âHereâs the sunblock,â You say casually like you arenât practically half-naked underneath Mingyu whoâs struggling to understand common words.
âThanks,â Mingyu says, taking the sunblock from your hands, electricity zapping his fingers at where your skin brushes against his. He was not going to survive this. âJust your back?â
âThe entire backside, if itâs okay,â You reply, and Mingyuâs glad you arenât looking at him because the implication of your words has Mingyu swallowing the knot in his throat as his eyes flicker to your poorly concealed cheeks.Â
âAs in all?â Mingyu clarifies one last time as he flips the cap open and squeezes sunblock onto his palm.
âYes, Gyu,â You giggle, and Mingyu hates the way his eyes are quick to jump to your ass. âAll. I need to be covered from head to toe.â
âOkay,â Mingyu replies brightly like his fingers arenât shaking and his dick isnât twitching.
Fuck this shit.
Mingyu has to bite his tongue when his fingers land on the skin of your back. Youâre soft, impeccably soft, and Mingyuâs almost tempted to dig his nails and squeeze just to see how much softer you feelâ
But heâs a gentleman, and he wasnât about to break your trust or touch you like that without clear consent. Mingyuâs here to cover you in sunblock, and heâs gonna lather that shit on you so well that youâre gonna look like a freshly painted house. Ok, weird analogy, but Mingyu likes to think that itâs only because heâs in the face of such a pretty woman.
He was bound to do stupid shit.
âHaa, your fingers feel so nice,â You sigh, and Mingyuâs quick to malfunction. Itâs an innocent comment, but itâs easy to take in the wrong way. Surely, you knew? Surely, you had an idea?Â
âThanks,â Mingyu says stupidly, but the words that come out next are even stupider. âI get that a lot.â
Dumb fuck, Mingyu thinks to himself, and he knows the memory of this encounter will be something that haunts him for the rest of his sorry life.
You laugh at that, âGlad I got a chance to experience it then.â
âWell, we just started so buckle up,â Mingyu jokes, trying to ease the tension growing in the air. Was it tension? Was it attraction? Were you flirting? Was this even still flirting when he was touching you so⊠Intimately? Maybe itâs foreplay? Fuck he hopes itâs not cause youâre in the middle of a fucking beach.
(Though he wouldnât mindâŠ)
Mingyu nearly combusts when you tilt to the side and look at him. The action has Mingyu getting a glimpse of the curve of your breast, and he knows that if you pulled away further than that, heâd be getting a clear view of your nippleâ
âAre you giving me the full experience, Gyu?â You ask, eyes half-lidded with a suggestive smile playing on your lips, and thatâs when Mingyu realizes that nope, the tension is not a figment of his imagination.
Well fuck, might as well match your freak.
âDo you want me to?â Mingyu says, squeezing your waist. He better not be imagining this shit. He doesnât think heâs going to be able to live this down if he misread everythingâ
âYes.â
Every touch after that is charged.
Itâs no longer just a little sunblock session, itâsâas Mingyu feared while simultaneously praying forâforeplay. The sighs that leave you are louder, lewder, and in turn Mingyu fingers get bolder. Heâs covered the entirety of your back, and now, heâs lathering your calves with sunblock.
Itâs a little odd to start from the back then move to legs, but Mingyu reasons that heâs saving the best for last.
Mingyuâs hands creep higher until heâs rubbing at your thighs, and heâever attuned to youâis quick to pick up the hitch in your breath and the tension of your legs.
âGood?â Mingyu asks, preparing to withdraw in case you change your mind. âYouâre a little tense.â
Youâre quiet for a while, and Mingyuâs almost scared he pushed you too far but the words that leave your lips have him losing the last bit of restraint he had left, âHigher, Gyu.â
âFuck,â Mingyu swears to himself, but you hear him anyway. He knows because youâre giggling at him. Cute, he thinks. You wonât be giggling by the time heâs done with you.
Mingyu, like a criminal of opportunity, is quick to scan his surroundings, and when he finds that thereâs barely anyoneâsave for a few individuals though they were very far awayâheâs quick to bring his hands higher until theyâre resting on the part of your thighs that was right below your asscheeks and fuckâ
You were even softer here, and Mingyuâs almost tempted to take a bite.
He kneads, squeezes, and gropes until heâs sure your flesh is tender. He gropes until he hears you whine, until he hears you moan.
Youâre quick to subtly press a hand on your mouth, and Mingyu only grins. Too late, he thinks, heâs already heard you.
Boldly, Mingyu gropes at the lower curve of your ass, his fingers disappearing into the fat and flesh. Itâs taking everything in Mingyu not to groan at the sensation, but he powers through. The last thing he wanted was to get caught because he couldnât shut his mouth.
And you werenât even touching him yet.
âGyu,â You whine, and Mingyuâs immediately perking up, but his hands donât stop. âPlease.â
Thatâs the final push, Mingyu thinks, because before he can even stop himself, heâs already pulling the fabric aside with one thumb while the other dips inside and fuckâ
Youâre dripping.
âShit, Y/N, youâre so wet,â Mingyu says, thumb continuing to stroke up and down while you struggled to compose yourself.Â
âMoreââ
âWe might get caught, though?â Mingyu asks like he isnât already taking his thumb out and replacing it with his index finger. Sure, thereâs an umbrella obscuring some part of this debauchery, but Mingyu wasnât going to bank on that.
âThen do it faster,â You complain petulantly.
âOkay,â Mingyu says, taking one final look around. âStay quiet, then.â
Mingyu drives his fingers in and out of you, slow and precise as he curls his digits to rub at the patch that had you jolting and gripping harder onto the beach towel. Youâre looking at him, pupils blown wide open as you let out soft whines and moans that are for his ears only.
The clenching of your walls are starting to get sporadic, your thighs twitching around his hands andâ
âGyu, Iâm cumming~â
Mingyu presses his thumb onto your clit as the words leave your mouth, and heâs rewarded with the sight of your brutally coming undone, your eyes rolling back and your brows furrowing as your mouth falls open, body spasming on the towel as you clamp down on Mingyuâs fingers.
He lets you ride out your high for a few seconds before heâs pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.
Fuck, you tasted good.
âWanna go swimming?â
Unfortunately, the encounter doesnât lead to anything more, but Mingyu doesnât mind because even this was more than enough to power him for the rest of his life. Once you had gathered your bearings and once Mingyu finally calmed his littleânot reallyâproblem, the two of your were quick to jump into the water and goof around like Mingyu didnât just finger-fuck you on the beach, in public. Itâs fun, and itâs the first time in a while that Mingyu finds himself enjoying someoneâthat isnât Seungcheol or his other friendsâelseâs company.
Mingyu is so screwed.
â
Seungcheol knows youâve got something up your sleeve.
From the moment you invited him to swim after dinner up until the moment he watched you remove your cover-up to reveal a cherry red bikini, Seungcheol has known that youâre up to something. He just doesnât have the evidence to prove it yet.
But he has a feeling heâs about to get it soon.
So Seungcheol swims, swims just like you invited him to do. He paddles and dives through the cold water while you sit on the edge of the pool with your calves submerged in the water. Youâre drinking a bottle of Seungcheolâs favorite beer, and the man is torn between taking the bottle away or shoving his tongue into your mouth to get a taste.
Damn, he needed to get a grip.
(Your grip.)
Seungcheol busies himself with the water, diving and floating to pass the time while ignoring the tension that seems to hang in the air. Heâs not imagining it. He knows itâs there, but heâa not going to be the one to break it.
Heâd leave that to you.Â
(He needs you to want him too.)
For the nth time that night, Seungcheolâs eyes flicker to the bottle in your hand, and before he can stop himself, heâs swimming over to where you are. He doesnât miss the way your eyes flicker down when he rises from the water to stand, doesnât miss the way youâre eyeing the line of water that lapped at his waist.
Seungcheol takes the risk, standing in the water between your knees until his stomachâs pressed against the poolâs walls. The way your breath hitches has Seungcheol grinning to himself, and to make matters worseâfor you, not for himâhe rests his hands on the pool ledge, forearms intentionally pressed against your thigh.Â
He doesnât know if youâre avoiding his touch or retaliating, but Seungcheolâs pleasantly surprised when you attempt to close your legs, knees pressing against his sides.
âMind if I get a sip?â Seungcheol asks, nodding towards the bottle in your hand.
âSure,â You reply casually, but Seungcheol can see the heat in your eyes, the desire.
You bring the mouth of the bottle to Seungcheolâs lips, tipping it back into his mouth to let the beer flow. Your control on the bottle only lasts so long before Seungcheolâs putting his hand over yours, gaze boring straight into your eyes as he swallows down the beer. When Seungcheol pushes the bottle away, he feels a bit of it dribble down his chin to his throatâ
A light touch. Seungcheolâs breast hitches as he feels your finger drag up from the bump on his throat to the bottom of his lips. Itâs slow, torturous, and the sensation has Seungcheol steeling himself.
Minx, Seungcheol thinks, eyes wholly captivated by the way you take the digit into your mouth and suck.
Fuck being patient.
âHow much longer are you going to keep this up?â Seungcheol asks, leaning closer until the tip of his nose was only a breadth away from grazing against yours.
You look flustered, like you didnât expect him to snap so suddenly, and Seungcheolâs almost tempted to ask where all your bravado went now that heâs close enough to do damage.
Thereâs no distance left to protect you from the consequences of your teasing actions, no time to run from Seungcheol, and no Mingyu left to block Seungcheol from finally getting what he wanted
âKeep what up?â You ask, and Seungcheol can see the way your flustered gaze quickly melts into something else, something meant to provoke.Â
âPlaying innocent doesnât suit you, sweetheart,â Seungcheol whispers in a low tone as his hands boldly come to rest at your knee. âYou know what I mean.â
âBut I donât, Cheol,â You smile sweetly.Â
Seungcheol scoffs, body pulling away and hands retreating. âOkay then.â
You want to be stubborn? Fine. Be Seungcheolâs guest and keep up the little virgin act for as long as you can. Your resistance would only make your eventual break more satisfyingâ
âSo quick to give up from a little teasing,â You say suddenly, and Seungcheolâs quick to raise a brow. âYouâre really letting Mingyu get that far ahead?â
Mingyu? Get that far ahead? To where? To what?
âWhat?â Seungcheol asks, and though some part of him is annoyed at the sudden mention of his friend, he finds that heâs too captivated by the sight of you entering the water.
Your arms come up to wrap around Seungcheolâs neck, and despite the cool water that surrounds him, he can feel his body heating, can feel all the blood rushing down south as you press yourself against him until your chest presses against his.
âWanna know what Mingyu did yesterday, Cheol?â You ask, eyes dripping with mischief as you play with the drenched tips of Seungcheolâs hair. âWanna know just how far he got ahead?â
Despite the poolâs blue glow, Seungcheol sees red. A million different scenarios runs through his head, each picture getting worse than the last as Seungcheol torments himself with images of Mingyu sweet-talking you, touching you, kissing you, fucking youâ
âDid you fuck him?â Seungcheol asks, hands moving through the water to come up to your bare waist. He pushes you, pushes you until your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the pool.
Your smile only widens, and Seungcheol knows that youâve gotten him right where you wanted him but he doesnât care. He needs answers, and he needs them now.
âNot quite,â You grin, and itâs taking everything in Seungcheol not to shiver as you draw circles onto his chest.Â
(He wonders what it would be like to have you scratch down his back.)Â
âWhat did he do then, hm?â Seungcheol asks, hands moving lower to raise your thigh, wrapping your leg around his hip.Â
âSecretââ
Seungcheol grinds himself against the space between your legs, and he watches as you throw your head back and moan at the sudden sensation.Â
Feel it, Seungcheol thinks. Get a feel for whatâll be inside you.
âAnswer me while Iâm asking nicely,â Seungcheol says, reaching down again to put your other thigh around him so that youâre left with nothing but his body and the pool to keep yourself upright. âWhat did Mingyu do to you?â
âHe sunblock on my back,â You answer breathily, and Seungcheolâs wondering how youâre going to take him if a single grind was enough to get you this fucked out. Not that he was doing any better. Seungcheol feels like heâs going to combust as he resists the urge to slide your bikini to the side and fuck you right there in the pool. âHe touched me everywhereââ
âWhere?â Seungcheol asks, grinding against your core with slow, steady drags of his hips that have you whimpering and sighing.Â
Heavens, you looked good, and you felt even better.
âMy thighs, my assââ You moan when Seungcheol gives you a particularly rough grind to signal his displeasure. âMyâŠâ
âYour what?â Seungcheol asks darkly as he noses at the pulse of your throat.Â
âMy pussy,â You say it like a confession, say it like you did something bad, say it like it was a sin against Seungcheol.
It might as well have been.
Seungcheolâs grinding stills as he envisions you on the beach, Mingyuâs wandering hands touching every inch of your body before his fingers wander into your bottoms, and it pisses the shit out of Seungcheol.
But fuck, did the idea of it turn him on even more.
Seungcheol thinks of Mingyu defiling you, thinks of his dear friend loosening your cunt with his large fingers, curling and dragging against your walls with precision. Your fingers are nothing compared to Mingyuâs, and you might as well have taken dickâ
âAre you mad, Cheol?â You ask, eyes filled with genuine worry like you didnât set things up to be this way.
Seungcheolâs not mad. Not anymore, at least. Better Mingyu than some other fucking loser. At least Seungcheol knew that Mingyu could fuck, knew from all the years they spent in college when Mingyu would bring over some girl and Seungcheol could hear her screams through the walls. It only ever ended with Seungcheol fucking the woman under him with more vigor until heâs sure Mingyu could hear her too.
âMad? No,â Seungcheol says as he unwraps your legs and starts dragging you out of the water to the direction of the bathrooms nearby. âBut I am getting even.â
The next thing Seungcheol knows, youâre bent over the sink in the bathroom near the pool, and his fingers are driving themselves in and out of you as he forces youâwith a gentle pull of your hairâto watch yourself in the mirror.
âWhose fingers do you like better?â Seungcheol asks, fingers slowing. âCome on, answer.â
âYours!â You cry out, and Seungcheol doesnât really care if youâre just saying things to secure your orgasm because it felt really good to hear.
âMingyu wasâhnngâtoo softâshit!â You slam your fist onto the sink as Seungcheol grazes against a rough patch. âCheol, please right there please pleaseââ
âFuck, youâre so pretty when you beg,â Seungcheol groans as he watches you twitch and shake. Itâs odd that you think Mingyuâs soft, considering how rough the man can get when he wants to be, but Seungcheol doesnât dwell on it. Maybe youâll just have to find that out for yourself. âMingyu or me?â
âWhy choose?â You ask, gaze dark through the mirror as you take Seungcheolâs thick fingers like a champ. Your words have Seungcheolâs fingers pausing, has him short-circuiting as you present a debauched idea that he hadnât considered. âI want you both.â
Seungcheol thinks he might just cum from the images that flood his mind. For someone who looked so clean and put-together the first time he saw you, you were filthy. Getting fingered by Seungcheol literally a day after having Mingyu do the same was bad enough, but wanting them both, at the same time?
âWhat a fucking slut,â Seungcheolâs a little terrified as the words leave his mouth, but you only whimper, and Seungcheolâs starting to realize what he got himself into.
He fucking loves it.
âYou wanna get passed around, sweetheart?â Seungcheol says, fingers resuming their pace. His words have you grinning, have you getting wetter around his fingers as you nod and whimper. âOne dickâs not enough so you want us both? Want us to take turns, baby? Want us to fuck you until you forget your nameââ
âAt the same time,â You breathe out, and Seungcheol groans. âWant you both at the same time.â
âShit, you think you can take us, huh?â Seungcheol hisses as his fingers pick up the pace. âYouâre so tight around my fingers, sweetheart. Do you really think you can take our cocks? Baby, youâre not walking after that.â
âGood,â You moan, brows furrowing as Seugcheol feels you start to spasm around his finger. âThatâs the goal.â
âCheol, cummingââ
Seungcheol rips his fingers out of you, and the way you whine and cry out at the ruined orgasm only has Seungcheolâs grin growing darker, hungrier.
âCheol, I was gonna cum!â You whine out as you try to stand up on your shaky legs. âWhat are you doingââ
Your words pause when Seungcheol brings his soaked digits to your mouth. âClean them for me, sweetheart.â
And you do.
Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking diligently like its cock. Seungcheol groans at the sensation, and he swears that if he concentrates hard enough, he could probably feel your tongue dragging all over his cock.
Heâll save that for later.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Seungcheol says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and gives you a harsh pinch to your cheek. Cute, he thinks as he watches you frown and slap petulantly at his hand.Â
âYouâre just leaving like that?â You ask in disbelief as Seungcheol starts walking out like his dick isnât straining against his swim trunks. Not like anyone would see. Itâs late.
âDonât worry,â Seungcheol says with one final glance towards you. âTomorrow youâll be begging for us to leave.â
Seungcheol doesnât miss the way your face morphs into confusion.
â
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol.
Itâs the only thing running through your head as you stomp back to your hotel room, the only thing runing through your head as you shower and rub at your clit, the only thing running through your head when youâre on the bed face down ass up with your fingers buried deep into your cunt as you flood your mind with images of Seungcheolâs cocky gaze through the bathroom mirror.
Itâs not enough. In such little time you had gotten so used to Seungcheolâs thick fingers, the rough pads, and the even rougher touch, and now that you were stuck with your fingers, itâs no longer enough.
It pisses you off. Youâre doing everything you can to recreate the sensation, but each orgasm you give yourself is disappointing. Itâs good, pleasurable, but you just know that it would have been so much better if Seungcheol was the one making you cum.
Asshole.
Pissed and absolutely disappointed from the orgasm you just had, you pull your fingers out and stomp over to the sink to wash your hands. You donât even bother dressing properly, pulling on a little nightslip just to ensure that you have clear access to yourself in case you woke up feeling frustrated.
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol.
Itâs the last thing on your mind before you go to sleep.
Pitch black and dreamless, thatâs how the rest of your night passes, and the next thing you know, youâre rudely awakened by a knock on your door. The sound has your blood pressure spiking, has you rolling over and groaning into the sheets as you try to get yourself together before having to face whoever had the audacity to be knocking on your door this early in the morning.
Youâre seriously not in the moodâ
The door swings open, and youâre met by the sight of Mingyu grinning brightly as he holds up a bag of what looked like take-out.
âGood morning,â Mingyu greets cheerfully but you donât miss the way his expression flickers when he looks down. âCan I come in? I brought breakfast.â
Breakfast is honestly the last thing on your mind as you step aside and eye Mingyu like heâs breakfast as he sets the takeout on the table and motions for you to come over. You donât waste a second, shutting the door behind you and walking to where Mingyu stands in his white tank top and grey sweats that leave only a fraction for your imagination to run wild.
Screw the take-out, you need to get taken.
But a girlâs got to be demure.
(For now.)
âWhatâs all this for?â You ask with a yawn, sitting on the sofa and unwrapping the food like you werenât mentally unwrapping something bigger and better than fried rice and orange chicken. âIsnât this too heavy for breakfast?â
âYouâll need the carbs,â is all Mingyu says in reply as he plops beside you, one arm falling behind you on the sofa while his other raises itself while he flips through the channels of the TV. Heâs pressing against you despite the wideness of the sofa, but you donât mind. You like to think that getting fingered by the man grants him the privilege to be a little touchy.
(Especially when he looked like that.)
Youâre too lost in the food to pay attention to Mingyuâs words, the hunger finally kicking in at the first taste of citrus on your tongue. Maybe orgasming over and over really did deplete you because the moment you swallow the first bite, youâre already digging your chopsticks in for more.
âYou like it?â Mingyu asks, and youâre quick to raise a piece of the chicken to his mouth. He doesnât hesitate in taking the piece from your chopsticks, eyes lightening up as he chews through the food.
âItâs really good,â You say, getting more of the chicken. The chicken and the rice does a good job of shooing the little grumpy orgasm-deprived monster in your head, mellowing you out until you feel like you could just melt into Mingyuâs side and forget all about Seungcheolâs little orgasm denial session last nightâ
âWhereâs Cheol?â You ask, suddenly reminded of the man. Theyâre usually together, so itâs odd that Mingyuâs here alone.Â
âSorting stuff,â Mingyu replies. âHeâll be here in a while⊠If you donât mind.â
âI donât,â You shrug, but you canât help but wonder why they decided that coming over to your hotel room was a great idea to spend the morning. âWhat are you guys doing today?â
âWeâre only doing one thing today,â Mingyu says with a grin.Â
âWow, are you guys finally tired from all the activities?â You joke, shoving the last piece of chicken into your mouth. âCan I come?â
âOh, youâre coming alright.â
The tone Mingyu uses has you pausing your chewing, your head turning to the side to look at the man only to be met with a grin that promises nothing but trouble. Thereâs a dark look in Mingyuâs eyes that feels awfully out of place as he looks at you. You think youâve gotten so used to his boyish smiles and cheerful looks that seeing his expression doused with something darker, more mature has you intrigued, afraid, and ridiculously turned on all at once.
âChew, Y/N,â Mingyu says with a tap to your puffed out cheek. âIf I were you Iâd swallow all of that before hyung arrives.â
You did not have to be told twice.
The moment you swallow the last piece, youâre quick to stand and take a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. After that, youâre quick to rush to bathroomâ
âWhere are you going?â Mingyu asks, and youâre quick to still.
How do you tell this man that you think youâre going to get fucked six ways to Sunday the moment Seungcheol arrives so you wanted to make sure that you were fresh enough before they completely soiled you?
ââŠFreshening up,â is all you say in reply before entering the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
Youâre quick to brush your teeth and wash your face, thoroughly washing and cleaning until youâre sure that no remainder of sleep rests on your face.Â
You got this, you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You got your vitamin sea, and one day before you leave and go back home, youâre finally getting your vitamin D. Who cares if itâs a little insane? Youâre single and at your prime, you deserve to have a little bit of fun.
Itâs not like youâre ever going to see them again.
(The thought both relieves and disappoints you.)
When you open the bathroom door, youâre met by the sight of Mingyu, and the man doesnât even give you enough time to speak before heâs pulling you out and pressing you against the wall.
The roughness is unusual, but it isnât unwelcome.
âYouâve got 5 seconds to push me away,â Mingyu says in a tone that feels like itâs meant to warn, but it only has you getting damper between your legs. âWe can end this and do literally anything else. If you want me to leaveââ
You donât let Mingyu finish. You take his face into your hands and crash your lips against his the way youâve been wanting to. Itâs electric, and youâre not sure how youâre going to survive more when a single kiss from Mingyu already had your legs growing weaker and your mind getting foggier.
Mingyu is quick to reciprocate, the man kissing you with even greater fervor as he pulls you closer to him by the waist. His tongue clashes with yours, licking inside your mouth like heâs marking his territory.Â
A moan leaves your mouth when Mingyu gives your breasts a squeeze, and the next thing you know, the man is pulling away, lifting you bridal style, throwing you onto the bed, and crawling over you like youâre prey.
Holy shit.
âGetting a little rough, no?â You joke with a giggle, trying to ease the heavy tension that weighs the air down.
âCanât have you thinking Iâm too soft,â Mingyu says with a grin, and you realize that youâre fucked.
So Seungcheol really told him everything, huh?
Youâre quick to address the little problem, âGyu, soft is okay tooââ
âIt is, but you donât need soft, no?â Mingyu says as he grabs you by the hip and flips you onto your stomach. âYou need to get fucked.â
Itâs the only warning you get before Mingyuâs raising your hips and groping your ass, âYou werenât wearing panties, pretty girl?â
âNo,â You whine out, the sensation of Mingyuâs warm breath against your cunt sending tingles down your spine.Â
âNo bra, no panties. What if it hadnât been me at the door, huh?â Mingyu says. âYou like people seeing this body, hm? Like teasing everyone like youâve been doing to me and hyung, is that it?â
âYes,â You confess. âBut only you guys can touch.â
A whine breaks free from your lips when you feel Mingyuâs tongue drag through your folds. His saliva mixes with your wetness, and it doesnât take long before the sounds of him eating you out becomes an audible, obscene mess that only has you moaning louder.Â
Mingyuâs good at it, really good at it. Heâs devouring your pussy like itâs the first thing heâs eating today, making out with your cunt like heâs trying to cover every inch of you in his spit.Â
âGyu, that feels so good~â You breathe out through moans, hand reaching back to card through the manâs hair as you move your hips against his face.
Mingyuâs vigor only grows, the man meeting every shift of your hips with dips of his tongue into your cunt. The actions only have you getting closer to your high. Mingyuâs tongue was so fucking good that you think itâll only take a few more licks beforeâ
A knock to your door.
Mingyu pulls away just as youâre about to come and a long whine leaves you at the sudden loss of your orgasm.
âSorry, baby,â Mingyu says before giving your cunt a little kiss thatâs meant to appease. âHyungâs here.â
The words have you straightening.Â
Youâre quick to sit up and pull the hem of your nightslip down, tidying your appearance like any of it would hide the spit and slick covering your thighs. Quickly, you sit on the edge of the bed, hands folding on top of your lap as you wait for Mingyu to come back with Seungcheol in tow. Youâre not sure why Seungcheolâs presence had such an effect on you. It just does.Â
âWhyâs your face wet?â You hear Seungcheol ask followed by a snort from Mingyu.
âGuess, hyung,â
âAh.â
Is it natural to be this aware of your heartbeat? Why are you nervous? Why is your body revving up like youâre about to go on a marathonâ
âGood morning,â Seungcheol says, and youâre quick to look up. He looks just as sinful, if not worse. Yellow cap, muscle tee, and shorts. Itâs casual, comfortable, but the sight of him in it only has you throbbing as you eye his arms and the curve of his pecs with hunger.
âHope you know itâs the second time Iâve been denied an orgasm because of you,â You scoff, the frown on your lips clear as day.
âYou didnât even let her cum, Gyu?â Seungcheol pouts mockingly, and Mingyu only shrugs before sitting behind you on the bed.
âI was about to, but you came,â Mingyu replies, one arm wrapping around you to pull you into him. He noses at your shoulder before rubbing his cheek affectionately against yours, and fuck, itâs not good. It has you feeling things not only with your pussy but with that treacherous beating organ in your chest as well. âSorry about that, baby.â
âMake me cum, and Iâll forgive you,â You reply, and Seungcheol is quick to grin.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. âYouâll be cumming so much that youâll beg us to stop.â
âBut we wonât,â Mingyu whispers against your ear, and youâre not sure if youâre going to run or get on all fours. âYou think you can play with us like that and not face the consequences, pretty girl? You canât.â
Itâs the only warning you get before Mingyu lets go of you and Seungcheol pushes you to the floor onto your knees. The man is quick to squat down until your eyes are level, and with all the sincerity he had left that had yet to be consumed by hunger, he speaks, âDo you want this?â
You donât miss a beat as you nod.
âWords,â Seungcheol warns.
âYes, I want this,â You reply quickly. âWant you both at the same time.â
You hear Mingyu curse audibly in the background, but youâre too lost in Seungcheolâs hungry gaze to pay it any attention. The manâs eyes always had a way of pulling you in even from across a room, and having to face it with such proximity only had you weaker, mindless.
âOkay,â Seungcheol nods as he stands up and starts pushing his shorts down with Mingyu quick to follow. âBut you can back out at any time.â
Like hell you would.
(Though the sight in front of you might just make you reconsider.)
Mingyuâs longer, Seungcheolâs thicker, but you think that having either inside you was a guaranteed trip to the emergency room because what the fuck? How the hell were you going to fit any of that? Where the hell was all of that gonna goâ
âStill with us, pretty girl?â Mingyu asks, and you know itâs meant to be out of concern but his words only serve to stroke your competitive side.Â
You only nod before you spit on your hands. You wanted this. You wanted both at the same damn time, so you werenât about to quit like a loser that got chased off by the sight of cocks too big for her to handle.
Youâve got this.
Groans simultaneously leave the men when you wrap your hands around their cocks, and the sounds are quick to shoot straight into your core. Itâs even more intimidating now that theyâre in your hands, the situation finally, truly dawning onto you as you take the heavy weights into your palms and stroke up, down, up, down, upâ
âShit!â Mingyu hisses when you lick at the tip of his cock, and you donât miss the way Seungcheolâs eyes narrow when you stare at him tauntingly as you wrap your mouth around Mingyuâs tip.
Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol, you think. Itâs what you get for leaving.
You continue to suck at Mingyuâs cock while you stroke Seungcheolâs. Youâve never done this, never had to juggle two guys at once, but fuck, you might just get addicted to it if itâs these two that you have to deal with.
Mingyu continues to moan, a gentle hand guiding your head as you try to fit half of him in your mouth. Itâs difficult, but youâre not a quitter.
âBaby, that mouth, fuckââ Mingyuâs hips buck into your mouth, and it has you gagging, has tears springing up in your eyes, but you donât quit. You continue to suck, continue to bob up and down with obscene moans and gags as you try to shove all of him down your throat. âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaââ
You pull away, and Mingyuâs eyes that were screwed shut are quick to open as he whines at the loss. You only grin at him before moving to Seungcheol who looks extremely amused by your actions.
âTease,â Seungcheol laughs, but his laughter is quick to morph into a moan when you lay your tongue flat against his balls and drag it up until you're sucking on the tip of his flushed cock. âFuck.â
âNot so funny now, huh?â Mingyu snarks, watching with a pout as you suck on Seungcheolâs cock. âYah, what about meââ
Mingyuâs complaints are quick to die when you get your hand on his cock again, stroking him at the pace that Seungcheolâs cock was going in and out of your mouth.
âYou mouth feels so good, fuck,â Seungcheol moans out as he meets your bobs with gentle thrusts of his hips. âFor someone so pretty youâve got the mouth of a whore.â
The words only make you moan.
You do feel like a whore as you pull away, feel like a whore as you alternate between sucking Seungcheolâs cock and Mingyuâs cock, but honestly? You donât think you mind getting down and dirty like this as long as itâs these two.
âShit, hyung. I think Iâm gonna cumââ
âMingyu, shut up and let me cum in peaceââ
You give Seungcheolâs cock one final suck and Mingyuâs cock one final squeeze before spurts of white cover your face. You lick and suck at what you can, moaning and whining when the heady taste of male starts fogging your brain with nothing but the lecherous desire to be fucked and claimed.
Mingyu and Seungcheol look absolutely gone as they come all over your face, eyes locked onto the sight of you squeezing them dry. Deep moans fall from their gaping mouths, and the sound is so primal that it has you squeezing your legs and alternating between sucking on the tips of their cocks.
When the two men reach the end of their high, you donât get a second to recover before the men completely strip themselves and you. Mingyuâs quick to drag you to bed as soon as your nightslip is off, resting his back against the headboard as he shoves his tongue into your mouth while his arms pull you in to lean back against him.Â
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is quick to crawl onto the bed in front of you, strong hands gripping your knees before peeling them open to reveal your sopping core.
The action has you whining into Mingyuâs mouth, hands moving to cover your cunt because holy shit why the hell did Seungcheol have to spread you out like that?
âGyu, her hands,â Seungcheol says, and you watch with betrayal in your eyes as Mingyu grabs both of your wrists with one hand and presses them tightly to your chest.Â
âNo use being shy when youâre already drenched in our cum, baby,â Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your jaw to your cheek, the mix of his and Seungcheolâs cum coating his tongue. He wipes the cum with his free hand. âLet go, pretty. Let us do all the work.â
âItâs embarrassingââ
Mingyu shoves his cum-coated fingers into your mouth at the same time Seungcheol sucks on your clit. The sudden onslaught of sensations has you moaning around Mingyuâs fingers as you squirm and jolt from Seungcheolâs relentless lapping at your folds.
âShh,â Mingyu says, easing you with rubs to your tongue as he lets go of your wrists to wrap an arm around you. Youâre caged with nowhere left to run. âJust take it, pretty girl.â
And that you do.
When Mingyu takes his fingers out to grope your tits, thereâs nothing left to keep you quiet. You moan and cry out, shame absolutely gone as Seungcheol slips his fingers into your cunt while he sucks your clit. You think itâs a little unfair that these two ate pussy so well when they already looked like that. Hell, it doesnât feel right. With cocks and faces like that, the two can probably get away with any level of incompetence in the bed but no.
Fuck, youâre never going back from this.
âCheol, cumming~â You whine out as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten uncontrollably. Seungcheol keeps his pace consistent, but the sucks to your clit have gotten harsher and holy shitâ
Mingyu shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment your vision goes white, swallowing all your whines and moans as he gives your nipples a harsh pinch that has jolting and squirming.Â
Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, slowing his fingers and giving your clit soft kisses as his eyes bore into yours, gauging your reaction, gauging your limits.
âGood?â Seungcheol asks as he pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry.
âHyung, I think you sucked her soul out,â Mingyu snickers against your neck as he grounds you with soothing rubs up and down your waist. âBaby, hyung asked you a question.â
âGood,â You breathe out as you nod, melting against Mingyuâs warm frame. âGive me a minute though.â
âAs long as you need, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says with a kiss on your knees. âBut who do you want to take first?â
âBoth.â
âY/N, no,â Seungcheol says, and youâre quick to pout. âWeâll work our way towards that, but for now, one at a time.â
âFine, Mingyu then,â You huff, every bit of your choice driven by the desire to get back at Seungcheol for denying you what you wanted. He can go fuck himself while Mingyu made sweet sweet love to your dripping cunt.
Unfortunately, your words donât piss Seungcheol off. If anything, it only has him grinning as he gets off the bed and settles on the sofa like a cuck.
This is not the reaction you expected.
âGood luck then,â Seungcheol says, tone dripping with amusement and anticipation. âI may be rough but Mingyuâs fucking feral.â
The words have you freezing, and like the final nail on your coffin, Mingyuâs arms tighten around your waist like heâs telling you that thereâs nowhere to run.
There probably isnât.
âDonât let hyung scare you, pretty girl,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your temple like his eyes arenât dripping with bad intention. âJust tell me when youâre ready.â
You give yourself a few more seconds before youâre looking up at Mingyu, âReady.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â
The next thing you know, youâre on your back with Mingyu hovering on top of you. Itâs a little daunting now that youâre made aware of just how much stronger and sturdier he is compared to you, but youâre honestly too turned on by the contrast to care.
âMissionary? Classic,â Seungcheol quips like a piece of shit from the side, and youâre quick to turn your head to him with a glare.
âSorry not everyoneâs a sex fiend like you,â You hiss.
âSays the woman who sucked two cocks just a few minutes ago.â
âSays the asshole who settled for a threesomeââ
âAre you guys done?â Mingyu huffs, condom now fully rolled onto his cock. âEyes on me, pretty girl. Itâs my cock you're taking, not his.â
âSorry,â You mumble out as you reach up to grab and squeeze at Mingyuâs shoulders. âCan you fuck me now, Gyu?â
âWith pleasure, baby,â Mingyu says as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds before popping the head in and fuck,
Youâve been waiting for this.
After a long period of only having fingers and tongues up your cunt youâre finally getting some cock.
âLoosen up, baby,â Mingyu groans as he eases more of his cock inside. The stretch is insane. The man in front of you is only halfway in but the sting is already greater than all the other times youâve taken other men to the hilt. âCome on, pretty girl. Donât you wanna take all of me?â
âToo big, Gyu,â You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as you try to relax. No breathing exercise or mental relaxation technique was going to ease you enough to accommodate more of this manâs cock, but fuck you refuse to end this without having Mingyu burying himself so deep in your guts that youâll feel him in your throat.
âI know, baby, sorry,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your forehead. Fuck, he needed to stop doing that shit before you fell in love. âBut you can take all of me, right? My girlâs not a quitter, no?â
âNo,â You whine out, cunt clenching at the manâs words. âGyu just shove all of it in.â
âBaby, it might hurtââ
You wrap you legs around Mingyu and pull him in, a cry of the manâs name leaving you when his balls slap against you, his cock finally buried to the hilt.
âFuckââ Mingyu chokes on his words, fingers crumpling the sheets underneath him as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.Â
Youâd die a happy woman after this.
âYou want my dick that badly, pretty girl?â Mingyu says in a low tone that has a primal fear settling into your bones. His eyes are dark, pupils blown out with lust, and the way heâs gripping your hips is starting to feel like a threat. âTake it, then.â
Mingyu pulls out until only the tip remains before heâs slamming back in like heâs trying to mold your walls around his cock. The pace is rough right from the start, and youâre starting to realize that Seungcheol wasnât exaggerating when he said that Mingyu was feral.
The man isnât isnât fucking into you. Heâs fucking through you. Every stroke of Mingyuâs hips, every plunge of his thick cock is a mix of pain and pleasure that has your mind blanking and your pussy quivering.
Okay, maybe you canât actually take two.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â Mingyu hisses through gritted teeth as he digs his fingers into your waist, using the tight grip as leverage to fuck into you harder. âHas no one been fucking you right, pretty girl? No one to loosen this sweet little cunt?â
âNo!â You cry out. âNot enough timeââ
âDonât worry, baby. Weâve got all day,â Mingyu grins as he continues to pound your cunt. âIâm gonna make you cum on this bed, then hyungâs gonna fuck you too. Then weâll fuck you together, and weâll do it all over again until youâre crying for us to stop.â
âBig words,â You moan out, every bit of it intending to provoke. âSure you can live up to them, pretty boy?â
Mingyu groans at your words, hips stuttering at the little nickname that falls from your mouth. âHeard that, hyung? I think sheâs challenging us.â
âLet her learn the hard way.â
Seungcheolâs words only have you clenching harder, your high quickly approaching thanks to Mingyuâs merciless strokes and the filth of their words.
âGyu, close,â You whine out, reaching for the man. âHold me, please.â
Mingyuâs quick to listen, leaning down to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him until the boundaries between your bodies became indistinguishable. âIâve got you, pretty girl. Just let go for me, okay? Cum for me, soak this cock, babyââ
âGyu, cumming!â You cry out, back bowing off the bed as your mind blanks. The orgasm hits you brutally, hits you like it has no plans of ever letting you get back up.
Mingyuâs thrusts get harsher as he chases his high, deep groans and moans of your name falling from his lips before his hips lose their rhythm and heâs burying himself all the way inside.
âFuck, I love your cunt,â Mingyu groans as he pulls out, smacking his lips against your cheek. He rolls the condom off and ties it before dangling it in front of you. âCongrats, pretty girl. I donât think Iâve ever cum that hard.â
âMe too,â You reply before Mingyuâs absence has your tone quickly turning into a whine. âGyu, come back.â
Mingyu sets the used condom down on the nightstand before heâs laying down beside you and taking you into his arms. âWho wouldâve thought the little tease would be this clingy after sex?â
 âFine, leave.â
âKidding, pretty girl,â Mingyu laughs as he nuzzles into your neck. âI like it when you cling.â
You giggle at the ticklish sensation. âGood because Iâll be clinging for the next few minutesââ
Your laughter pauses when the bed dips beside you, Seungcheol finally making his presence apparent.
Damn, you almost forgot about him.
âHow are you?â Seungcheol asks, fingers tenderly tucking your hair back. âWe can stop here if itâs too muchââ
âIâm fine,â You cut him off. âJust give me a minute. You werenât kidding when you said Mingyu was feral.â
Seungcheol only chuckles as Mingyu mutters apologies into your neck.
âCan you hold me, Cheol?â You ask.
âMingyuâs not enough?â Seungcheol snorts, but heâs settling beside you anyway.Â
âWant you both to hold me,â You reply, a purr practically leaving your throat when Seungcheol presses against you.
âGreedy,â Mingyu mutters against your neck.
âI know,â You giggle, arms wrapping around Seungcheol as you bury your face between the man's pecs. Only the universe knows how long youâve been waiting to do that.
âComfy?â Seungcheol asks, tone dripping with amusement as he scratches your scalp.
You feel like a dog getting scratches but you donât think itâs that far off from the truth because youâd honestly let this man make you his bitcâ
âMhm,â You nod against Seungcheolâs chest.
âOkay then,â Seungcheol laughs.
It only takes a few more minutes before youâre giving Seungcheol the signal and heâs kicking Mingyu out of the bed, the taller man pouting as he walks to the couch and plops down onto it like a dejected puppy.
How cute.
âGet on all fours, sweetheart.â
Oh fuck.
Like a puppet on strings controlled by Seungcheolâs words, youâre quick to follow. Itâs a little demeaning, you think, but Seungcheolâs natural dominance only has your pussy clenching on nothing, every inch of your quivering wetness craving to get filledâ
âCheol!â You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your cunt suddenly stretched wide around Seungcheolâs cock as he buries himself into the hilt. It's a good thing you were still loose and dripping from the orgasm Mingyu gave you because holy shit, Seungcheolâs cock would have ripped you apart from the sheer girth of it.
âOh fuck, you werenât lying, Gyu,â Seungcheol moans as he starts a slow, rough pace that has every inch, every vein, every ridge of his cock catching onto your walls. âHow are you still so tight? Mingyu already fucked you open and youâre still clinging like a fucking vice.â
Seungcheolâs words go in one ear before they fly out through the other. Your brain canât process anything, canât register Seungcheolâs words, canât think of a proper response. The only thing that keeps you functioning is the blood thatâs rapidly pumping desire into every fiber of your body.
You can only moan uselessly. Whines and whimpers of what sounds like Seungcheolâs name falling from your lips as you press your cheek against the sheets and arch to get Seungcheolâs cock deeper into you.
âLook at that fucking arch,â Seungcheol hisses, hips driving harder in and out of you as he gropes and kneads the globes of your ass. âYouâre made for this, baby.â
You practically purr when you feel Seungcheol press his chest against your back, the weight of him turning your brain into a mushy mess of desire and submission.Â
âMade to please, made to get fucked, made to take my fucking cockââ Seungcheolâs words are cut off by a loud approving whine from you throat. âYou like hearing that, sweetheart? Like me treating you like youâre nothing more than a way to get offâfuck, you do. I can feel you tightening.â
âHyung, I think youâve fucked her dumb.â
âHave I, sweetheart?â Seungcheol whispers into your ear, asking like you havenât been incoherent for the past few minutes. âUse your words, pretty. Unless, Iâve really fucked you dumb.â
âFuckâhnngââ You struggle to get the words out from how brutally Seungcheol pounds your cunt. âHarder, Cheol.â
âWhat an overachiever,â Seungcheol hisses, but he obliges. His strokes donât lose their strength even as he picks up speed, and if the man didnât fuck you dumb previously, then heâll probably fuck you dumb now.
Itâs exactly what you need. Just a moment to relax, let go, turn off your brain, and let a big man fuck an even bigger cock into your cunt until you were drooling on the sheets.
âWanna fuck her mouth, Gyu?â Seungcheol suddenly asks as he peels himself away from you, and without missing a beat, Mingyuâs already settling in front of you with a bright grin.
âDonât have to ask me twice, hyung.â
Fucking finally, you think as you raise your head from the sheets.
âOpen up, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he taps the flushed head of his cock against your lips.Â
Youâre quick to open your mouth. The familiar taste of Mingyu has you moaning, has you pushing forward to get more of him down your throat. The man only moans, hands guiding your head up and down in a gentle manner that wholly contrasts Seungcheolâs rough thrusts from the back.
Itâs dirty, debauched, and youâre being filled from both ends like a slut, but fuck was it good. Two ridiculously good-looking men had their cocks inside you, who the hell were you to complain? You think the dry spellâs worth it, think that the months of having nothing but your fingers to fuck yourself was worth it because now you were being stuffed full.
And itâs only 9:30 AM.
You almost feel sorry for whoeverâs in the next room for having to keep up with this debauchery so early in the day.
âWhat a good girl,â Seungcheol rasps. âTaking cock like a champ and sucking cock like a whore.â
The words only egg you on to suck harder and clamp down tighter, every cell in your body filled with the eagerness to please and prove just how well you could treat these two.
No words are exchanged as the three of you work to chase your highs, Seungcheol pounding his cock faster while Mingyu grabbed your by the head to fuck your face. The three you have become the prime embodiment of lust with skin meeting skin in obscene slaps and moans falling from lips like speech no longer existed.
The next thing you know, the world is black with stars exploding all over the void as warmth floods your mouth and wetness bursts from your cunt.
A whine leaves your throat when Mingyu and Seungcheol withdraw, and your body is quick to collapse onto the bed with neither man supporting you. However, the absence of their touch only lasts so long before Seungcheolâs pulling you to lay back on his chest as Mingyu walks over to the mini-fridge and gets you a bottle of water.
âDrink up, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he opens the bottle and brings the mouth to your lips.
You donât realize how thirstyâactually thirstyâyou are until the first cool gulp eases your throat, and before you know it, youâve finished the entire bottle.
âYou okay?â Seungcheol mutters against your neck while Mingyu goes to throw the bottle in the trash.
âYeah,â You reply, melting into Seungcheolâs embrace. âThat was the best sex Iâve had, I think.â
âYouâre talking like weâre finished,â Seungcheol giggles, and you freeze.
Were you guys⊠Not finished?
âYou still have to take us both, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he sits in front of you on the bed.Â
Your gaze flickers between the two men, and despite just cumming, you can already feel the heat build up in your stomach again. It gnaws, claws, and it has you cooking up a hundred different scenarios as to what both could mean. âOkay.â
The next thing you know, Mingyuâs easing you down his cock, the man guiding you down by the hips until heâs buried all the way inside. âGyu, too deep.â
Mingyu reaches even further inside now that gravity aided him. Every shift has you feeling him all the way to your guts, has wetness seeping from your cunt as his dick easily presses against that one spot you struggled to reach.
âIs it, really?â Mingyu asks with a teasing grin and a thrust of his hips that has you yelping and falling over, hands shooting out to brace yourself on Mingyuâs chest. Thereâs barely any distance between your faces like this. âYour pussy seems to like it though.â
Your pussy does, and you do too, but youâre not about stroke this manâs ego more than you already have.
âKiss me, pretty girl,â Mingyu whispers, his hot breath dancing across your lips like a sinful invitation.Â
You do just as asked, lips pressing against Mingyuâs in a kiss thatâs all spit, tongue, and sin as you moan into his mouth while circling your hips. Mingyu lets his hands explore your body, lets them wander from your face down your chest to your back and down your ass.
An embarrassed whine leaves your throat when Mingyu spreads your cheeks apart, blood rushing to your face when you realize that Seungcheol is literally behind you with a perfect view of the way Mingyuâs cock is lodged inside youâ
âCheol!â You cry out the manâs name when you feel a glob of wetness drop onto your ass, and you attempt to turn, but Mingyu doesnât let you, chasing your lips with his own until you have no choice but to kiss him back while Seungcheol carried on with his debauchery.
Thereâs a hot breath on your cunt before Mingyuâs moaning and swearing into your mouth, and the next thing you know, Seungcheolâs dragging his tongue from where you and Mingyu meet before licking up your taint toâ
A moan leaves your mouth when you feel Seungcheolâs tongue drag across your other hole, and he doesnât give you enough time to process it before heâs sticking a finger in.
âFuck, youâre even tighter here,â Seungcheol groans as he slowly plunges his finger in and out of you. âAnyone ever fuck you here, sweetheart?â
âNo,â You breathe out burying your face into Mingyuâs neck as the foreign sensation creeps throughout your body. Itâs weird, really weird, and you hate that your nerves are firing signals of pleasure throughout your body, hate that youâre feeling good from it.
âIâll be your first then,â Seungcheol says before spitting again. âAre you okay with that? We donât have to if you donât want to.â
For someone so stubborn and rough, Choi Seungcheol sure had a way of being soft. Youâve lost count of all the check-inâs, of all the ways out heâs given you. If you wanted out, you wouldâve long kicked them out of your room.
âFuck me in the ass, Cheol,â You whimper, and you swear you feel Mingyuâs dick twitch inside you.
Freak, you think.
(Youâre no better.)
âGod, your mouth, Y/N,â Seungcheol groans, adding another finger that has you gripping tighter on Mingyuâs shoulders for support. The man underneath you only presses soothing kisses all over your throat, hands too occupied with spreading you open for his hyung to offer you any other comfort. âWanna get double-stuffed, sweetheart? Are you sure you can take itââ
âYes, Cheol, just shove it in!â You cry out desperately. The frustration in your tone only makes the men laugh.
âBaby, be careful what you wish for,â Mingyu whispers into your ear at the same time he squeezes your ass. âYou might not be able to sit properly after this.â
âIf I can sit without crying then the two of you are doing something wrongâShit!â
Full.
Impossibly full.
Thereâs nothing running through your mind but cock, cock, cockâ
âHoly fuck,â Seungcheol moans, cock slowly spearing through the walls of your hole that no oneânot even youâhas dared to explore.
Choi Seungcheol is the first to get all of you.
âHyung, her pussy got tighter,â Mingyu whimpers, arms wrapping around your waist like youâre a lifeline, like heâs trying his best not to bust then and there.
None of it registers in your mind. You canât speak, canât moan, canât think. Your headâs a mess of desire and debauchery, the painful sensation of Seungcheol stretching you wide contrasting against the pleasurable rub of Mingyuâs cock against your walls.Â
âYou okay?â Seungcheol asks, leaning down to press apologetic kisses against the back of your ear. âY/N, you have to answer me before we can continue.â
âIâm fine,â You manage to breathe out, propping yourself up on shaky arms as you pull away from Mingyu. âJustâjust do it slowly.â
âWeâll go as slow as you want, sweetheart,â Seungcheol says, giving you an experimental thrust to test the waters.
The action has you whining, has tears pooling in your eyes as the sting becomes more apparent. Who decided that taking a cock this thick for your first backdoor experience would be a good idea? Not that it would be better if it was Mingyu in Seungcheolâs place. The cock in your ass already feels like itâs knocking at your guts, Mingyu would fucking tear through you if it was him in there.
As promised, Seungcheol and Mingyu take it slow, fucking you with gentle, shallow thrusts that are less for their pleasure and more for your adjustment. They make a good team, their chemistry and their attunement to your body both bringing you into a cockdrunk headspace where you can only moan and whimper.
âDoing so well, pretty girl,â Mingyu says as he runs his large hands from your thighs up your waist and over your chest before heâs squeezing and kneading the globes of fat. âSo pretty when youâre moaning, so pretty when youâre taking cock, fuck.â
Mingyu continues to praise you, continues to let the stream of encouraging, pussy-clenching compliments fall from his lips even as heâs sucking and groping your tits.Â
Their combined efforts quickly have the sting turning into pleasure, and before you can even stop yourself, your hips are already moving back to meet their thrusts, each bounce and slap driving their cocks deeper into your holes until you can feel their balls hit the skin of your cunt in alternating slaps.
âHarder,â You moan out like you werenât just crying from the intrusion a few seconds ago. âIâm not gonna break, please fuck me harder.â
âYou beg so well, sweetheart,â Seungcheol groans, hands continuing to knead and squeeze your ass as he and Mingyu take turns going in and out of you. âWho am I to deny you when you plead all pretty like that?â
Itâs the only warning you get before Seungcheol starts a harsh pace, Mingyu following suit to match his hyungâs strokes so that their cocks drive in and out of you at the same time.
The pleasure you get from it is out of this world. One second youâre empty with nothing but their thick heads to stretch you out, and the next second youâre struggling to breathe from how impossibly full your cunt and ass are.
Youâve gone feral, every setting on your body switched to a primal state where you can only moan, whine, and shriek out words that resembled âplease!â, âmore!â, âdonât stop!ââ
âMore? Baby, youâre already drooling,â Mingyu laughs out in disbelief as he continues to fuck you, one hand reaching up to wipe your chin. âYouâre already so messy, pretty girl, and you want more? Want us to ruin you? Want us to fuck you until you canât think, hm?â
âYes!â
âDonât fucking worry, sweetheart, youâll get what you asked for,â Seungcheol rasps behind you, his thrusts not faltering once. âIâm gonna fuck you till youâre gaping, gonna fuck you until youâre crying for me to fucking stop. Everytime you sit, itâs gonna sting and youâre gonna fucking remember who fucked this tight little ass openâshit.â
âOh, hyung I think she likes it when you talk to her like that,â Mingyu groans, eyes boring into yours. âShouldâve known you were into this shit.â
âShe probably planned all of this, Gyu,â Seungcheol moans. âProbably brought her skimpiest fucking swimsuits so that someone would just lose control and fuck her. Congratulations, sweetheart, youâre getting what you wanted.â
âI think we deserve a little thanks, no?â Mingyu says, and youâre quick to oblige.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank youââ
âGood girl,â Seungcheol says. âBut what are you thankful for, sweetheart? Youâll have to be specific.â
âThank you forâhnngâfucking me,â You whimper out, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight as the men continue to drive their cocks in and out of you. âThank you for stretching my cunt, thank you for fucking my assââ
Stars burst beneath your lids as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, moans and swears coming from the men at your sudden clench and collapse onto Mingyuâs chest.
âFuck, hyung she just cameââ
âI know, shit, Iâm close.â
âMe too, fuck.â
You can only lay limply in Mingyuâs arms as the two men use your body to get themselves off. The overstimulation has you crying, has you whimpering and whining into Mingyuâs ear, but all the fucking has made you boneless, and you canât find it in yourself to push either men away.
Especially not when you could feel another orgasm building up.
Greedy, you know.
Mingyuâs the first to break, âFuck, Iâm so closeââ
âInside Gyu,â You whimper weakly. âTake the condom off.â
âPretty girl, thatâs not a good ideaââ
âPlease.â You whimper.Â
âYou heard her, Gyu,â Seungcheol says. âI hope you donât mind me doing the same, sweetheart.â
âIâd be mad if you didnât,â You reply with a grin, watching as Seungcheol pulls his cock out and rolls the condom off before heâs plunging back inside, bare.
âFuck, okay,â Mingyu is quick to give in, pulling out the way his hyung did before heâs sticking his bare cock back inside of you. âPlease tell me youâre on birth control.â
âIâll get Plan B later,â You reply, and you donât miss the way Mingyuâs eyes darken.
âFuck, youâre asking me to fuck this cunt unprotected and youâre not on birth control?â Mingyu hisses but he fucks you anyway, nails digging into your hips as he brings you down on his cock every time he thrusts up.
âHope youâre ready to become a father, Gyu,â Seungcheol snickers from behind you. âHaa, fuck Iâm close.â
âDonât you want a mini-me, Gyu?â You tease further, and Mingyu only swears as he thrusts even harder. âThis pussyâs all yours if you get me pregnantââ
âDonât joke about that shit or I really will, slut,â Mingyu rasps. âKeep teasing me and you wonât be leaving this bed until Iâm sure it fucking sticks.â
Mingyuâs words push you off the edge, and your orgasm is quick to set off Seungcheolâs and Mingyuâs, moans, swears, and hisses escaping their lips until they bury themselves deep inside you with one final thrust that has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.
Warmth blooms inside you as you get impossibly full with the menâs spunk, satisfied sighs and whimpers falling from your lips as you nuzzle into Mingyuâs chest while Seungcheol rests his forehead against your back.
Fuck, you really needed to get plan B after this.
(The idea of a mini-Gyu is cute, but youâre not about to trade your successful career and your carefree lifestyle to bear the child of a man you barely know.)
(Even if heâs hot as fuck.)
The two men pull out, and itâs not long before you feel the warmth of their cum ooze out of you in thick globs.Â
Seungcheol is quick to slap Mingyuâs shoulder. âGyu, get a towel. We need to clean her upââ
Mingyu doesnât waste a second before heâs settling between your legs, tongue darting out to clean the cum streaming out of you.
âWell, that works too,â Seungcheol says as he settles beside your body that was jolting and twitching from the stimulation of Mingyuâs tongue.
âHow are you?â Seungcheol asks as he takes you into his arms. âFine? Good? Does anything hurt?â
âIâm fine,â You mumble. âBut I donât think I can go to the pharmacy right now.â
âAh fuck, almost forgot about that,â Seungcheol says. âGyu, go get plan B.â
âHyung, Iâm busy eating. Why meââ
âItâs your cum, asshole,â Seungcheol scolds. âUnless you really want a kid, then be my fucking guestââ
âWeâre at that age anywayââ
âMingyu.â
âOn it.â
You only giggle as the men bicker, nuzzling into Seungcheolâs chest and watching with sleepy eyes as Mingyu grabs his clothes from the floor.Â
âIâll be back,â Mingyu says with a kiss to your cheek before heâs rushing to the door of your hotel room. âDonât hog her too much, hyung. Iâll be back before you know it.â
âYeah, whatever.â
Itâs the last thing you hear before the world goes black.
â
Itâs been two weeks since your little summer escapade, and youâre still not over it.
You had left the day following your debauched threesome, and you had left without a word. No exchange of numbers, no exchange of details. The only evidence of your little tryst was the memories and the few pictures on your phone that the men had taken while ruining you for everybody else that came after them.
A fuck-and-run is what you liked to call it, and though it makes you feel a little guilty to leave without saying goodbye, youâre sure it wonât take long before the two find another pretty thing to take your place.
(Sure, youâre a little jealous at the thought, but itâs not like youâll ever see them again.)
Honestly though, you feel a little empty.
In more ways than one.
They were good in bed, but they were even better outside of it. Mingyu and Seungcheol were the perfect mix of gentleman and freak, the two men treating you with utmost care and attention outside of the bedroom while treating you like a ragdoll inside of it. Their absence and your isolation only becomes more apparent whenever you get home and thereâs nothing to greet you but the luxurious walls of your apartment and the pretty city view that cost you an even prettier penny just to get.
How sad.
(Fuck, you needed to settle down soon.)
A frustrated sigh falls from your lips when you find that your kitchen is empty. Well, not really, but there aren't enough ingredients to make a decent dish. The last thing you wanted was to eat horribly when you were already down in the dumps.
Damn it.
Youâre quick to throw your heels back on and walk out of your apartment before driving to the closest supermarket.Â
It only takes a short while before youâre halfway through your list, the cart filled with a mix of fresh ingredients for less busy days and processed goods for when you need something quick. You canât help the envy that flares inside you when you see a couple doing their shopping together.
Fuck, you when?
With a sigh, you turn to the little stack of grocery items, your annoyance only growing when you realize that the pack of spicy noodles you really liked were placed all the way up on the top shelf that was conveniently out of your reach.
Way to make a bad day worse, really.
You feel a little pathetic as you tiptoe and reach for the noodles, feel even worse when you realize that youâre in heels and yet youâre still in this stupid situation. Who the hell decided that that was the best place to stack food that was high in demandâ
A hand reaches out to get the pack before itâs held out to you.
Bless their soul, really.
You take the pack of noodles gratefully before looking up to thank the stranger, âThank youââ
Oh god.
Tall, check. Ridiculously lean, check. Pretty eyes, check. Sharp fangs poking out as he grins, check.Â
Kim Mingyu stands before you like a knight in sagging sweatpants, and Seungcheol stands right behind him, hands on the cart and eyes filled with recognition and something darker as he stares at you.
âLong time no see, pretty girl,â Mingyu says.Â
âWow,â You laugh a littleâextremelyâawkwardly as you set the pack of noodles down in your cart. âDidnât know you guys did your grocery here.â
âWe live nearby,â Mingyu replies, hand holding your cart, and you know itâs intentional.Â
âSeems like you do too,â Seungcheol adds with a smirk.
The message underlying their words is clear.
Found you.
Specific Tags: Horny thoughts from everyone, Return of the sunblock scene but itâs Gyu this time (see: Imperfect love PT. 1), Public fingering (I get worse every time), Masturbation, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Threesome, Double Blowjob (KILL ME IT LOOKS LIKE THE TAGS SECTION OF A PORN SITE), Bukkake (Every day I learn a new term), Degradation, Dumbification, Mildly Homoerotic Themes (Aka me opening up the door for poly), Mild Rimming (f receiving, CRYING AS WE SPEAK), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Protected Sex Quickly turning Unprotected, Mild allusions to babytrapping, Mild breeding kink, Creampie (Both holes)
A/N: Hope yâall missed me cause once my thesis and exam are done, Iâm gonna be clicking the hell out of that post button and replying to the requests and asks that have piled up đ„° (They keep adjusting deadlines omygod set me free from this prolonged agony)
Summary: What starts as a desperate escape from summer heat in the library turns into an obsession when the new librarian, Seungcheol, replaces sweet Mrs. Thompson. Flirty book returns, tension thicker than humidity, and one very overdue confession lead to a closing-time encounter thatâll get you banned and him fired. If youâre caught.
Word count: 4.7k
Genre/warnings: romance (a little fluffy i guess), smut, slow-ish burn (? lol), library!au, librarian!seungcheol x patron!reader, these two are flirting, reader is fighting for her life most of the time for various reasons, the weather is atrocious (i hate stuffy humid summers and Iâm living through one rn send help), Minors DNI. explicit sexual content, some cursing here and there.
Smut warnings: sex toy use (vibrator, dildo; weâre a basic bitch), vivid sexual fantasy, they both imagined each other, reader is called a good girl like once, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected piv sex (donât do it kids, be responsible unlike these weirdos), semi-public sex (library after hours), dom/sub undertones (light praise/degradation) , light exhibitionism, risk of being caught, kinda cum play, probably inaccurate representation of someone with glasses having sex because i have no clue iâm sorry (T_T). If i missed anything anywhere please let me know.
A/N: I literally wrote it because of this disgusting weather (>.<). The only acceptable scenario for this humid bullshit is if Choi Seungcheol is balls deep inside you. This man is a public menace and we thank him for it. (RIP Mrs. Thompsonâs pristine shelves.) Still not over his expensive-ass glasses, want him to post more photos in them. Coups nation keeps fighting for our lives. (ââżââż) also hey look she finally posted smut!!! and as always, hope you enjoy this read :)
If you see any mistakes I'm sorry, English isn't my first language, proceed at your own discretion.
Masterlist.
The mid summer heat clings to your skin like a second layer as you step off the bus, the pavement radiating warmth even as the sun begins its slow descent. The air is thick, sluggish, the kind of heat that makes you feel icky and want to crawl out of your skin, to cool off under a cold shower.
You push open the library doors, and the rush of cool air is an instant relief, like slipping into a quiet, shaded pool after hours in the sun. The familiar scent of aged paper and dust settles around you as you slide your borrowed books across the return desk, their pages slightly warped from the humidity. For a moment, you just stand there, letting the quiet and the chill seep into you, the buzz of the outside world fading into the hush of shelves and soft footsteps. Itâs a small escape, but in this heat, it feels like a gift.
You blink, still half-dazed from the heat, before realizing the usual warm, wrinkled smile of Mrs. Thompson, the librarian, isnât there to greet you. Instead, behind the desk stands a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that suggests he lifts weights but doesnât just do it for show. His arms strain slightly against the sleeves of his linen shirt, and his thighs look like they could crush watermelons. Or your head. Youâre still processing his existence when you belatedly register that his plush lips are moving, saying something youâve completely missed.
âSorry,â you stammer, shaking off the stupor. âCould you repeat that?â
He smiles, and ohâdimples. Deep, unfair dimples. Your heartbeat stutters in two places at once at the sight. His big, doe-like eyes catch the libraryâs warm light, lashes casting delicate shadows as he tilts his head. The rectangular rimless glasses perched on his nose only sharpen the softness of his features, and when he leans forward slightly, you catch a whiff of cedar and bergamotâclean, warm, expensive.
âI said,â he repeats, voice low but bright, âMrs. Thompson retired last week. Iâm Seungcheol. Youâre a regular, right? She left notes about you.â His fingers tap the keyboard and you notice how big his hands are. âSaid I should keep an eye out for new releases for you.â
You swallow, suddenly very aware of how much cooler the library is compared to the sweat-dampened back of your blouse. âYeah,â you manage. âThatâd be⊠great.â
He grins again, and youâre doomed.
Then he turns to type something into the computer and you watch his fingers tap awkwardly at the keyboard while he mutters under his breath. You watch him struggle for a minute, observing as he becomes more and more irritated by the second and then decide to come to rescue.
âNeed some help with that? The systemâs pretty temperamental.â You suggest your assistance. You only know how it works because you helped Mrs. Thompson quite a few times before, when you volunteered for small book events hosted by the library.
His plump lips curve into a relieved smile, revealing his dimples yet again. âPlease. Iâve been fighting with this thing all morning,â he admits, and you only just register that his voice is deeper than you expected. You really must be overheated if your brain works this slow.
Your hands accidentally brush as you come around the desk and reach for the mouse, causing you both to pull back slightly. You feel your cheeks heat up immediately. For a moment you feel very self conscious. Somewhere in the back of your mind you briefly note down like a broken record how his broad shoulders and muscular arms are visible even under his simple linen shirt as he shifts to make room for you at the desk. You guide the new librarian through the libraryâs outdated computer system, explaining the quirks of the catalog software while he watches attentively. âYou have to double-click, wait exactly three seconds, then click again or it freezes,â you explain.
He lets out a low chuckle, the sound warm and rich, and you feel it more than hear itâthe vibration of sound so deep it goes straight to your core. Gosh, youâre past salvation. âThree seconds, huh? Who programmed this, a sadist?â His voice is teasing, but thereâs genuine frustration underneath, and you canât help but smirk.
âProbably some underpaid intern in the â90s,â you say, clicking through the menus with practiced ease. âMrs. Thompson used to say the libraryâs budget went entirely into books, so they never upgraded the tech.â
He leans in slightly, his cedar-and-bergamot scent wrapping around you, and in the corner of your eye you catch the way his brow furrowsânot in annoyance now, but focus. You barely turn your head to get a better look at him and immediately regret it (well, not really, it would be a crime to regret observing such a handsome face). His lashes are unfairly long up close, and when he blinks, you swear you see the light sparkle in his brown eyes under the libraryâs soft lighting.
âYouâre a lifesaver,â he murmurs, and his shoulder brushes yours as he shifts again, solid and warm. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him, like heâs been standing in the sun too long, even though youâre fairly certain heâs been locked up in the library for most of the day.
âJust a regular with too much free time,â you reply, trying to ignore the way your pulse jumps when he smiles at you.
âWell, I owe you one,â he says, and thereâs something in his toneâplayful, but with an edge of sincerity. âMaybe I can buy you a coffee after my shift? As payment for IT support.â
Your fingers pause on the mouse. Oh.
Mrs. Thompson never offered coffee.
You glance up at him, at the hopeful tilt of his lips, the way his glasses slide just slightly down his noseâand you realize, belatedly, that the library mightâve just gotten a lot more interesting.
Just as you open your mouth to respondâyes, no, maybe, oh godâa woman approaches the desk, sliding a book across with an expectant look. Your pulse stutters, and you seize the chance to escape, ducking away from the desk before you can embarrass yourself further.
But the space behind the counter is cramped, and Seungcheol is right there, all broad shoulders and solid warmth. You try to sidestep him, but your hip brushes against his arm, and you feel the muscle there tense slightly under the thin linen. âS-Sorry,â you mumble, face burning, as if your body has suddenly forgotten how to navigate basic spatial awareness.
You retreat to the safety of the stacks, but you donât leave. Instead, you linger, pretending to browse the fiction section while your brain scrambles for an excuse. I canât go for coffee. Iâm a mess. I smell like office sweat and bus exhaust. My hair is probably frizzing from the humidity. Heâs wearing linen and smells like a luxury candle, and Iâ
âHey.â
His voice is closer than expected. You turn to find Seungcheol leaning slightly against the shelf, arms crossed, those damn dimples making a reappearance. âYou never answered me,â he says, tilting his head. âAbout the coffee.â
Your grip tightens on the book in your handsâsome random thriller you definitely arenât reading. âI, uhââ
He raises an eyebrow, waiting.
And then, because the universe hates you, the overhead vent kicks on, blasting a gust of air that sends your hair flying directly into your mouth.
Seungcheol laughsânot meanly, but like heâs genuinely delighted. He reaches out, fingers grazing your wrist as he tugs the book from your grip and slides it back onto the shelf. âLook,â he says, softer now, âif you donât want to, itâs cool. But if youâre hesitating because you think youâre notâŠâ He gestures vaguely at you, then at himself. â...put together enough or whatever? Trust me, I spent my lunch break hiding in the storage closet eating a sad convenience store sandwich. Weâre all disasters here in one way or another.â
You stare at him. His glasses slide slightly to the point of his nose and he lifts his chin before pushing them back in place with the middle finger and his thumb.
âSo?â He grins. âCoffee?â
You exhale. Maybe disasters can have caffeine together.
âYeah,â you say. âOkay.â
The minutes stretch as you linger in the library, pretending to browse the shelves while stealing glances at Seungcheolâhis broad frame bent over the desk, the way his fingers drum impatiently on the keyboard whenever the system lags, the way his glasses slip down his nose when he squints at the screen. Every time he catches you looking, your face burns, and you quickly duck behind a bookshelf like some flustered teenager with a crush. Itâs ridiculous. Youâre a grown adult. And yet, thereâs something about the way his eyes crinkle when he smirks at you that makes your stomach flip.
By the time his shift ends, the sun has dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. The evening air is still thick with summerâs stubborn heat, but thereâs a faint breeze now, carrying the scent of pavement and distant rain. You step outside together, and Seungcheol stretches his arms overhead with a groan, his linen shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. You look away quickly.
You lead the way, slipping into the role of local guide with ease. âItâs just a few blocks down. Best iced coffee in the areaâthough, fair warning, their pastries are hit or miss.â
He laughs, falling into step beside you. âNoted. Though honestly, after dealing with that ancient computer all day, Iâd drink gas station coffee if it had caffeine in it.â
The conversation flows effortlessly from there. You learn he moved here just last month for the library jobâa career shift after burning out in corporate hell. âTurns out I like books more than spreadsheets,â he admits with a shrug.
You tell him about your own jobâjust a business office manager of your local hospitalâbut mostly, you talk about the city. The hidden dumpling spot by the post office. The park where most of the local seasonal markets and festivals take place. The used bookstore where the owner is a very chatty lady whoâd buzz your ears away about the three of her cats if you stay long enough.
Seungcheol listens intently, nodding along, his brown eyes bright with interest. âYouâre like a walking Yelp review,â he teases, looking amused.
You shove his arm lightlyâthen immediately regret it when your fingers meet solid muscle. It takes all your self control to not make an explicitly awed face. âShut up. You asked for recommendations.â
âI did,â he agrees, grinning. âAnd now Iâm asking for more. Starting with why you didnât just check out that thriller you were holding earlier.â
You freeze. âYou saw that?â
âI see a lot of things,â he says, voice dropping just low enough to make your pulse skip. Then, lighter: âLike how youâve been avoiding looking at me directly since we left. Am I that scary?â
âNo,â you mutter. âJust⊠making sure we donât go astray.â
Seungcheol gives you this incredulous look, his lips stretching in a way that gives away the titanic attempt not to laugh. You pretend not to notice, yet again.
Maybe, you think, summer isnât so unbearable after all.
The library becomes your sanctuary, though not for the reasons it once was. No, on second thought, it becomes an addiction.
You tell yourself itâs about the books, new releases, classics youâve been meaning to read, anything to justify showing up three times a week when you used to visit once, maybe twice. But the truth is embarrassingly obvious: youâre there for him. For the way Seungcheolâs forearms flex when he reshelves heavy hardcovers. For the way his voice drops to a murmur when the library is quiet, like heâs sharing a secret just with you. For the way his plush lips quirk when you say something witty, like heâs savoring the taste of your words.
Itâs pathetic. Youâve never read so much in your life no matter how much you love a good book.
Every interaction is a carefully orchestrated dance. You linger at the desk under the pretense of asking about new arrivals, leaning just a little too close under the guise of peering at his computer screen. His scent that you already memorised by heart somehowâcedar and bergamot, warm and expensiveâwraps around you, and you have to clench your thighs together real tight to stop the ache.
âAnother thriller?â he asks one afternoon, raising an eyebrow as you slide a well-worn copy of The Silent Patient across the counter. His fingers brush yours when he takes it, deliberate. âYouâre burning through these. Should I be worried?â
Your lips stretch in a half-smile. âAbout what?â
âThat youâre researching how to get away with murder.â His eyes flick up, dark and amused. âOr that youâre just trying to impress me.â
The accusation hits too close to home. You are trying to impress himânot with your reading habits, but with the way your nails tap against the desk, the way your skirt rides up when you cross one leg over the other. You want him to look. You want him to want.
âPlease,â you scoff, tilting your chin. âIâd never murder someone in a way that could be traced back to a library book.â
Seungcheol laughs and the sound of it coils in your stomach. âGood to know.â He leans in, voice dropping. âBut if you were going to kill me⊠Iâd hope youâd at least take me to dinner first.â
Your breath catches.
Itâs like this every time nowâwords laced with something hotter, heavier. A game where neither of you really knows the rules but both refuse to lose.
Itâs Tuesday evening. The air in your apartment is thick and suffocating, heavy with humidity you can almost taste when you breathe in. The ancient AC unit in your window groans pathetically, barely pushing out a lukewarm breeze. You kick off your work shoes, peel your damp blouse from your back, and collapse onto the bed with a groan.
Youâd gone to the library again today. Again.
Itâs becoming a problem.
Youâd told yourself you were just returning The Silent Patient and picking up something newâmaybe that new romantasy novel everyoneâs talking about. But the moment youâd stepped inside, the cool air brushing your flushed skin, your eyes had gone straight to the checkout desk. To him.
Seungcheol had been bent over a stack of returned books, his linen shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. When heâd looked up and seen you, his lips had curled into that slow, knowing smile, the one that made your stomach flip.
âBack so soon?â heâd teased, voice low. âMiss me already?â
Youâd rolled your eyes, playing it cool, but your pulse had been racing. Youâd felt his gaze on you as youâd browsed the shelvesâheavy, lingering. Like he was imagining the same things you were.
Now, lying on your bed in just your bra and panties, you canât stop thinking about it.
About him.
Youâre aching.
With a frustrated sigh, you reach into your nightstand drawer and pull out your vibratorâa sleek, purple thing youâve had for years. Itâs not enough. Not today. You grab the dildo too, the one thatâs thick and curved just right.
Youâre already wet, your panties sticking to your skin. You slide them off with a whimper, spreading your legs. The vibrator buzzes to life in your hand, and you press it to your clit with a gasp.
Fuck.
You close your eyes, and instantly, Seungcheol is there. You imagine his big hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them apart. His deep voice murmuring in your ear. âYouâve been driving me crazy, coming in here all the time. You want me to see you, donât you?â
You moan, circling your clit faster with the toy.
In your mind, heâs above you, his body thick and solid, pinning you down in this heat and adding to it with his own body. You wouldnât mind, in fact the imagery of it makes you wetter. You imagine his lips on your neck, sucking marks into your skin as his fingers slide inside you. âSo fucking wet for me,â he growls. âKnew you would be.â
You whimper, arching off the bed. The vibrator isnât enoughâyou need more. You reach for the dildo, slicking it with the arousal dripping down your thighs and then quickly grabbing the lube from your nightstand too. You slick up the thing just to be sure. And then guide the silicone cock to your pussy lips.
You imagine itâs Seungcheol.
His cock, thick and heavy, pushing into you.
The stretch burns so good, and you moan, fucking yourself onto the toy. âSeungcheolââ
Your hips jerk, chasing the feeling. You picture him above you, his muscles flexing as he fucks into you, his glasses slipping down his nose. âLook at you,â he rasps. âTaking me so well. Knew youâd be perfect.â
The vibrator buzzes against your clit, and youâre close, so closeâ
Until you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. It throws you off a little and yet you ignore it, chasing your release. But it buzzes again. And again. With a frustrated groan, you abandon the dildo to grab itâand freeze. Itâs a text. From him.
Seungcheol: Missed you at the library today.
Your breath catches. Youâd just been there. Was he⊠was he messing with you? Before you can overthink it (not that you can think much in your current horny state), another text comes through.
Seungcheol: Were you in a hurry? Your book is glaring at me from the desk.
A photo followsâa blurry shot of the checkout desk, your book still sitting there. Your heart pounds. Is he... flirting? Teasing? Torturing you?
You bite your lip, then struggle to type back with one hand:
You: Oops. Guess Iâll have to come back tomorrow.
The response is immediate.
Seungcheol: Canât wait.
You whimper.
The vibrator is still buzzing against your clit, temporarily forgotten in your hand. Youâre so close, but now your mind is racing with all these questions you arenât sure you want answers to. Did he know? Was he imagining you like this, spread out and desperate? No, thereâs no way he would know, is there?
You unconsciously press the vibrator harder and snivel as your hips jerk once at the harder contact.
Another text. You groan in exasperation, muttering under your breath something about one particularly unfairly hot man distracting you from imagining him do very unholy things to you.
Seungcheol: What are you doing right now?
You nearly drop your phone, cussing quietly, startled. He canât be seriously making small talk right now. If only he saw what state youâre currently in. Panting, thighs shaking, hair sticking to your forehead from sweat. You feel your frustration grow as type back with trembling fingers:
You: Nothing interesting.
The reply comes seconds later.
Seungcheol: Sure.
You let out a breathless sigh at the smug face emoji he sends afterwards. The thought of him possibly knowing what exactly youâre doing right now send you into overdrive, a series of high-pitched whimpers fills the room the moment your orgasm hits you, crashing over you so hard you choke on your voice and drop your phone somewhere to the side of your bed. Your back arches, your inner muscles clamping around the dildo as you begin to thrust it brutally again just to ride it through your climax, your mind filled with him: his hands, his mouth, his cock.
When you come down, boneless and even sweatier than before, your phone buzzes one last time. You take your time before you reach for it, pulling the dildo out and turning off the vibrator. You know that you need to control yourself otherwise this little indulgence can go on forever. With a heavy sigh, you grab your phone and unlock it once again, staring at the message that he sent you.
Seungcheol: Sweet dreams then ;)
You groan, throwing an arm over your face as the realisation of what you just did dawns on you. Youâre fucked.
One evening a couple of weeks later, youâre the last patron in the library, pretending to browse the poetry section while he closes up. The fluorescents hum overhead, casting long shadows between the shelves. You hear his footsteps before you see himâconfident, unhurried.
âFind anything good?â he asks, suddenly too close.
You turn, and there he is: sleeves rolled up to reveal thick forearms, his collar slightly undone. His glasses catch the light, hiding his eyes, but you donât need to see them to know theyâre hungry.
âDepends,â you say, holding up a dog-eared copy of Love in the Time of Cholera. âDo you think unrequited love is romantic or just tragic?â
Seungcheol comes closer and plucks the book from your hands, his fingers lingering. âI think,â he murmurs, âif two people want each other, they shouldnât waste time pretending otherwise.â
The air between you crackles. Seungcheol steps forward, you freeze. Not in fear, rather, in delighted anticipation. You can feel your pussy throbbing just from looking at him move, from him gradually backing you up against the bookshelves. You could kiss him. You should kiss him.
Instead, you sidestepâbut Seungcheol doesnât let you retreat. His hand snaps out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you flush against him. The book in his grasp hits the carpet with a muffled thud, abruptly forgotten.
âPretending gets old,â he murmurs, voice rough. His free hand slides up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your skirt. âDonât you think?â
Your breath hitches. âWeâre in a library.â
His grin is all teeth. âAnd youâre overdue.â
Then heâs backing you into the nearest shelf, the wood creaking under the impact of your weight. His mouth crashes onto yours, hot and demanding, tongue sliding against your lip until you gasp. He swallows the sound, one broad palm cradling your jaw, the other hiking your leg around his hip. You can feel him alreadyâthe thick, insistent press of his cock against your stomach, even through his jeans.
âFuck,â you whimper, arching into him.
Seungcheol nips at your lower lip, then pulls back just enough to watch you unravel. âYouâve been driving me insane,â he growls. âFlirting over book returns. Smirking at me like you know exactly what I want to do to you.â His thumb brushes your bottom lip. âGuess what? You were right.â
Then heâs sinking to his knees.
The sight of himâbroad shoulders, those thick thighs straining his pants, his big hands sliding up your bare legsâmakes your cunt throb. He hooks his fingers into your panties and yanks them down, letting them pool around your ankles. Seungcheol pushes his glasses up to sit on top of his head and his breath ghosts over your damp skin, and you shudder.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, dragging a single finger through your slick. âAll this for me?â
You nod, desperate.
Seungcheolâs eyes darken. âThen hold still.â
His mouth is on you before you can brace yourselfâhot, wet, relentless. His tongue laps at you in broad strokes, then flicks your clit just hard enough to make your knees buckle. You grab the shelf behind you, knuckles white, as he eats you out like a man starved. Every suck, every swirl, has you biting back whimpers, your hips jerking against his face.
âCheolâfuckââ
He groans against you, the vibration making you clench around nothing. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just so. Your vision whites out.
âQuiet,â he orders, mouth still working you. âOr I stop.â
You choke back a moan.
He doesnât stop, continuing to lick and suckle, nosing you and alternating between long licks of tongue pressed flat and quick kitten licks, assaulting your clit.
When youâre trembling on the edge, he pulls away, leaving you gasping. His lips glisten with you. He stands, towering over you, and unbuckles his belt with deliberate slowness. His cock springs free and he strokes itâthick, tip already flushed from strain, already leaking precum. Then his free hand slides to the back of your neck, gripping gently and pressing down, guiding. You sink to your knees.
âGood girl,â He praises and taps his cock against your cheek, smearing precum over your skin. The scent of him fills your senses and you mewl quietly, chasing his shaft to smudge an open-mouthed kiss against the girth.
âOpen,â he rasps.
You do.
He feeds his cock into your mouth, groaning as your lips stretch around him. âGod, yesâ just like that.â His hands cradle your face, guiding you, but not forcing. âTake it. You can.â
You hollow your cheeks, sucking as he rocks shallowly into your throat. He's everywhereâthe salt of him, the musk, the way his hips stutter when you hum and the sound vibrates through his length. His grip tightens in your hair, just shy of painful.
âFuck, your mouth,â he grits out. âShouldâve done this weeks ago.â
You whimper around him, and he pulls back, letting you gasp for air. His thumb swipes over your spit-slick lips before he helps you up to your feet yet again. You sway a little and his arms wrap around your waist, stabilising. âYou alright?â He hums, leaning down to kiss along your jawline and you nod. âGood.â
âTurn around,â he commands, already guiding you to do just that before your balance fully returns.
You obey, attempting to carefully step free of your underwear as he spins you, but your heel catches in the fabric and you still stumble trying to shake it off while bracing your hands against the shelf. The ancient thing shudders upon impact but holds as you grip the edge, knuckles white. Behind you, Seungcheol huffs a chuckle at your clumsiness and kneads your ass, then spreads you open. His breath hitches.
âChrist,â he mutters. âLook at you.â
Then heâs pushing into you in one smooth thrust, stretching you, filling you. You cry out, and his hand clamps over your mouth.
âShh,â he murmurs against your ear, hips flush against your ass. âYouâll get us caught.â
He starts slow, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that have you seeing stars. Every drag of his cock lights you up inside, the stretch bordering on too much. Youâre so wet itâs obscene, the sound of him fucking you filthy in the quiet library. Itâs the wet squelching of your juices and skin slapping against skin. You donât even think you moaning would make a difference. Anyone who hears these sounds will be able to tell what exactly is going on.
âFeel good?â he teases, nipping your shoulder. âBet you've thought about this. Bet youâve touched yourself thinking about it.â
You nod, shameless. Because itâs exactly what you did. On multiple occasions.
Seungcheol groans, snapping his hips harder. âKnew it. Knew you were desperate for it.â His hand slides from your mouth to your throat, tilting your head back. âCome on, then. Let me feel you.â
You shatter with a barely restrained whimper. Your orgasm crashes through you, clenching around him so tight he curses, his rhythm faltering. But he doesnât stopâhe fucks you through it, his grip on your hip bruising, his breath ragged in your ear.
âOne more,â he demands. âGive me one more.â
Youâre oversensitive, wrung out, but his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles, and youâre gone again, your back arching as you sob his name.
Seungcheol growls, slamming into you one last time before he spills deep, his cock pulsing inside you. He keeps you pinned there, both of you trembling, as he rides out his high.
For a moment, the only sound that fills the space between you is your ragged breathing. Then he pulls out, turning you to face him. He swipes his index and middle fingers through the mess between your thighs, then brings it to your lips.
âTaste,â he murmurs.
Your face flushes deeper red but you do as youâre told, your inner walls clamping down on nothing. But you canât help it, the filth of the moment only turns you on more.
His eyes burn as he watches you suck his fingers clean. âWeâre definitely doing that again.â
You lick your lips and laugh breathlessly, boneless against him, pushing the skirt back in place with your weak trembling hands, thinking this was it. âWhat about the coffee date sequel?â
Seungcheol nips your earlobe. âOh, weâll get to that.â He pushes your skirt up again, then smirks when your eyes widen with belated realisation that heâs not done with you. âAfter round two.â
The libraryâs lights flicker overhead.
Somewhere, the sweet Mrs. Thompson is rolling in her retirement home unsuspecting of what her charming successor is doing to you in the sanctuary of books she spent most of her life working at.
And youâre definitely getting banned.
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Summary: You throw caution to the wind after a charged encounter with a magnetic stranger at a resort. Following him to his room for a one night stand. What unfolds, however, leaves you hoping it wonât end on just that.
Word count: 11.5k
Genres/warnings: smut, pwp (literally porn with very little plot), making out in a public place (hot tub) with some grinding, sexual tension (obviously), stranger sex, one night stand, Seungcheol is kinda flirty and bold but also not a dickhead, reader is an overthinker, implied strangers to lovers (because you have to bag a man like him!), reader gets emotional after sex and cries. ah, yes, metric system keeps jumping because sometimes miles sound better than meters... I feel like this section is absolutely useless for this specific fic lol.
Smut warnings: Minors DNI, Seungcheol is a total consent king (but also nasty), bodily fluids (arousal, obviously), dom!Cheol, big dick!Cheol, he has plenty pubic hair in this one (srry not srry I just suddenly got turned on by that idea and had to include), light breast/nipple play, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, piv sex (they use condoms, hurray!), multiple rounds, multiple poses, rough sex, lazy sex, dirty talk, some degradation, deepthroating (with some gagging and choking and tearing up), cum eating, Seungcheol loves to mark, kinda overstimulation (cuz well, multiple orgasms), praise kink, pet names. I think I totally forgot somethingâŠ
A/N: this idea was born per anon request which I kept adding to and adding to it (hence it mightâve turned kinda repetitive at some point but then again itâs sex, itâs not exactly much different) and thatâs why it took me so long to complete (besides the fact that I kept getting sidetracked to work on other stories). also, what a freaking monstrosity of a pwpđ«Ł blame it all on Seungcheol and being so hot all the time. the sexiness of his 30s is very fcking dangerous i must say! as always, i hope you enjoy your read, will be happy to see your comments, tags or if youâre shy youâre always welcome to express yourself anonymously in my ask box á̫̀
If you see any mistakes: I try to proofread but English isnât my first language, proceed at your own discretion.
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The resort pool glitters under the moonlight, cool and inviting against the lingering heat of the day. You slip into the water, the quiet slosh a welcome sound after hours cooped up in your air-conditioned room. Itâs late, the usual splashing families long gone, leaving just you, a few other residents and the gentle hum of the pool filter. You float on your back, staring up at the star-dusted sky which is dimmed by the lights of the resort, letting the water cradle you. Peace.
Then you feel it. That prickle on the back of your neck, the unmistakable weight of someoneâs gaze. You roll onto your stomach, treading water, and scan the poolside lounge chairs. There, half-hidden in the shadow of a potted palm, is him. The guy from breakfast yesterday, the one with the intense dark eyes that seemed to follow you as you piled fruit onto your plate. And the day before that, lingering near the pool bar while you sunbathed. Tall, broad-shouldered beneath a simple t-shirt, with that gorgeous faceâbig, soulful eyes framed by long dark lashes and thick brows, surprisingly plush lips set in a strong jaw. Handsome in a way that feels solid, capable. Like he could easily lift you, pin you, whatever he wanted. The thought sends a warm shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the water.
He doesnât look away when you catch him. Just holds your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to his head. Not creepy. You find it intriguing. A little thrilling. You hold his look for a beat, letting a small, knowing smile touch your lips before deliberately turning away, diving under the surface. The cool water rushes over your heated skin. Yeah, his attention strokes the ego. Especially when you resurface a few meters away, glance back and heâs still watching, a lazy, appreciative curve now playing on those lips.
You see him everywhere after that. Catching his eye over coffee cups at the bustling breakfast buffet, his gaze lingering a fraction too long. Passing him on the path to the beach, a shared, fleeting look that crackles in the humid air. Heâs always there, a quiet, attractive presence youâve started unconsciously searching for. The attention is a constant, low thrum under the surface of your holiday relaxation.
The heat of the afternoon sun gives way to the softer warmth of early evening. Seeking something more soothing than the cool pool, you head towards the secluded hot tub tucked away near a screen of lush tropical plants. Steam rises invitingly from the bubbling water. Perfectly empty. You shed your light cover-up, leaving just your swimsuit, and slip into the deliciously hot water with a sigh. Bliss. The jets massage your tired muscles, the steam curling around your face.
Youâve barely closed your eyes when you hear the soft splash of someone else entering the water. Already preparing to feel the disappointment of disturbed solitude you open your eyes again just to see if whoever joined you is tolerable enough to stay. But itâs him. Of course. He settles on the opposite bench, the hot tub suddenly feeling much smaller. Water laps around his broad chest. His dark hair is slightly damp, clinging to his forehead. Those big eyes fix on you again, but this time, thereâs no pretense of looking away.
âSeems like we have similar taste in relaxation spots,â he says, his voice a deep rumble that resonates pleasantly in the steamy air. Itâs smooth, confident.
âLooks like,â you reply, your own voice sounding slightly breathless even to you. You adjust your position, sending ripples across the surface between you. âItâs the best one. Always quiet.â
âQuiet is nice,â he agrees, a slow smile spreading across his face. It lights up his features, making him even more disarmingly handsome. âEspecially for unwinding. Or... getting acquainted.â He leans forward slightly, resting his arms on the tiled edge. âIâm Seungcheol.â
You offer him a smile and your own name in return. The space between you feels silently charged, thick with the steam and something else entirely.
The conversation flows easily, surprisingly natural despite the simmering tension. You talk about the resort, the food, the awful humidity, your lives back at your hometowns. His eyes never really leave yours, or sometimes drift lower, appreciative, unhurried. The heat of the water sinks into your skin, but itâs nothing compared to the warmth spreading through you under his unwavering attention. He laughs at something you say, a rich, genuine sound, and shifts closer, ostensibly to hear you better over the bubbling jets. His knee brushes yours underwater. Neither of you pulls away.
His gaze drops to your mouth. âYou have a really nice smile.â
The compliment, however basic, delivered in that low voice, feels like a physical touch. âThanks,â you murmur, your heart pounding against your ribs. The air crackles. The few inches of bubbling water between you might as well be a mile. âYou're not so bad yourself, Seungcheol.â
He doesnât hesitate. He moves, closing the distance smoothly. One large hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. His skin is hot, damp and this sensation sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. âNot so bad, huh?â he repeats, a playful challenge in his eyes thatâs quickly overtaken by pure heat. âLetâs see about that.â
His lips meet yours. Itâs not exactly tentative, he only searches your eyes for half a second to see that you want it. The kiss is confident, searching, immediately deep. A jolt of pure electricity shoots straight through you and your lungs refuse to cooperate at first. You take a choked breath against his mouth, your hands flying up, one tangling in the damp hair at his nape, the other gripping his solid shoulder. He tastes faintly of chlorine and mint, and something that you can only describe as him. The kiss deepens, turning hungry. His other arm wraps around your waist, hauling you effortlessly off your seat and onto his lap, straddling him. The jets churn violently around you.
The hot water sloshes as you grind against him. The thin barrier of your swimwear does nothing to hide the hard ridge of his growing erection pressing against your core, or the way your own body pulses in response. His hands are everywhereâsliding up your back beneath the water, fingers tracing the edge of your swimsuit top, palming the curve of your ass, pulling you harder against him. Your own hands explore the expanse of his chest, his shoulders, the damp skin of his neck. Soft moans escape you, muffled against his mouth, lost in the sound of the bubbling water. He groans, low and guttural, when you roll your hips, seeking more friction. His lips leave yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin just above your collarbone. You arch into him, gasping, your fingers tightening in his hair.
You whimper, burying your face in his neck, breathing in the clean, masculine scent of him mixed with steam. His hands slide lower, under the edge of your bikini bottoms, fingers brushing against the slick heat there. You gasp, pushing yourself harder against his touch, against the hard length of him. Itâs frantic, messy, the water making everything extra challenging but impossibly erotic. Youâre teetering on the edge though it keeps, ironically, slipping away from you, the world narrowed down to the feel of him, the sounds youâre both making, the churning waterâŠ
âHey, is this thing on? Looks steamy over there!â A loud, cheerful male voice, startlingly close, cuts through the haze of pleasure like a bucket of ice water.
You freeze. Seungcheol goes rigid against you. His hand stills instantly beneath the water, but he doesnât pull it away completely. His head whips around towards the path leading to the hot tub. You follow his gaze, your heart hammering against your ribs. Two figures are silhouetted against the resort lights, approaching.
âShit,â mutters under his breath, low and urgent. His eyes snap back to yours, dark and dilated with arousal and sudden frustration. The spell is shattered, replaced by a jarring wave of exposure. He pulls his hand from your swimsuit, his touch lingering for a fraction of a second, a silent apology and promise. He shifts his body subtly, creating a sliver of space between you, trying to make the scene look less like what it was: two strangers moments away from combusting in a public hot tub. You hastily remove yourself from his lap.
The newcomersâa couple laughing togetherâreach the edge. âMind if we join?â the man asks, already stepping in, oblivious to the crackling tension he just interrupted.
âNot at all,â Seungcheol manages, his voice rough but surprisingly calm. He throws you a lookâintense, frustrated, simmering with the heat that hasn't dissipated, only been banked. He leans close, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and sending a new shiver down your spine despite the warm water. âRoom 312,â he murmurs, the words barely audible over the renewed bubbling and the newcomersâ chatter. âTop floor, west wing. In an hour. Donât make me wait. Please.â
He doesnât wait for your answer, just gives your thigh a final, firm squeeze under the water, a silent anchor point, then smoothly pulls himself out of the tub in one fluid motion. Water streams down his body as he grabs his towel, not even bothering to dry off, just wrapping it loosely around his hips. He throws one last searing glance your way before turning and walking swiftly down the path, disappearing into the shadowy foliage without a backward glance at the oblivious newcomers now settling into the water.
Youâre left sitting in the suddenly too-crowded tub, your body humming with unmet need, the ghost of his hands and lips imprinted on your skin. The water feels tepid now. The laughter of the other couple jars your nerves. An hour. Room 312. Top floor, west wing. Your heart kicks against your ribs again, a frantic, exhilarating rhythm. The decision feels inevitable. You take a deep, shaky breath, the scent of chlorine and tropical blooms suddenly sharp in your nostrils, and start counting down the seconds.
The steam from the hot tub still clings to your skin like a phantom caress as you stumble back towards your own resort room, the gravel path crunching unnaturally loud under your sandals. Every nerve ending feels electrified, raw, and hyper-aware. The taste of him lingers on your lips. The imprint of his large hands on your hips burns beneath the thin fabric of your bikini. And his words, low and desperate in your ear, echo like a strangely pleading command you have no intention of disobeying: Room 312. Top floor, west wing. In an hour. Donât make me wait. Please.
An hour. It stretches before you like a lifetime and a blink simultaneously.
Inside your cool, impersonal room, the silence is jarring. You lock the door, leaning your forehead against the smooth wood, trying to catch your breath that keeps hitching in your chest. Your reflection in the full-length mirror startles youâflushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, eyes wide and dark with a mixture of lingering arousal and dawning panic. What are you thinking? Heâs a stranger! The thought crashes through the haze of desire, sharp and cold. You barely know his last name, let alone anything substantial. This is reckless, potentially dangerous, the kind of thing you read about in cautionary tales.
But then the memory floods back: the confident pressure of his lips, the possessive squeeze of his hand, the pure, unadulterated heat in his eyes that promised oblivion. The way your body responded instantly, arching into his touch, grinding against him with a desperation that shocked you. The ache between your legs, momentarily soothed by the churning water but now throbbing back to life, persistent and undeniable. It wasnât just lust, though that was a roaring fire. It was a connection, intense and immediate, crackling in the humid air between you since that first locked gaze by the moonlit pool.
You pace the small room, the plush carpet muffling your frantic steps. Stranger danger wars with stranger sex fantasy. Your sensible side screams retreat. Your body, humming with anticipation, screams go. You glance at the clock. Forty five minutes.
Shower. You need a shower. To wash off the chlorine, the steam, the feeling of his skin against yours. Or maybe just to stall. The water is lukewarm, a feeble attempt to cool the internal furnace. You scrub mechanically, your mind racing. What if heâs not what he seems? What if itâs awkward? What if you change your mind halfway through? What if you donât change your mind and itâs incredible? The last thought sends another jolt of heat straight to your core.
Drying off, you face the mirror again, the panic subsiding slightly, replaced by a fluttery, nervous excitement. Youâre going. The decision settles, warm and heavy in your stomach. You want this. You want him. The reckless abandon of it thrills you almost as much as the memory of his touch.
Now, what to wear? The simple sundress you packedâlight blue cotton, spaghetti straps, falling just above the knee. Itâs innocent enough for walking through the resort corridors, easy to slip off. But is it too innocent? Too try-hard? You rifle through your suitcase. A silky camisole? Too obvious. Jeans? Absolutely not. The sundress it is. Underneath... You hesitate, holding a simple cotton brief. No. You reach for the one piece of lingerie you brought on a whim, delicate black lace bikini bottoms, barely there. Too much? The critical voice pipes up again. Heâll just take it off anyway. But the thought of him seeing it, his big hands peeling it down your legs... You pull them on. The lace feels foreign and exciting against your skin. No bra. The dress is forgiving enough, and the thought of his hands, his mouth, finding you bare beneath the thin cotton sends another shiver through you. Definitely too much. But you leave it. This is your secret, your small rebellion against your own inner voice.
You check the mirror once more. Hair slightly damp, falling loose around your shoulders. Minimal makeup reappliedâjust a touch of gloss on your still-sensitive lips. The flush on your cheeks is genuine. You look... eager. Vulnerable. Ready. Your heart hammers against your ribs like a trapped bird.
Five minutes. You grab your keycard, take a deep, shaky breath, and step out into the softly lit hallway. The walk to the west wing elevator feels endless. Every guest you pass seems to look at you knowingly. The elevator ride to the top floor is agonizingly slow, the mirrored walls reflecting your nervous fidgeting. The plush carpet of the top-floor corridor swallows the sound of your footsteps. Room 312. It looms at the end of the hall. You pause, hand raised to knock, your pulse roaring in your ears. Last chance to turn back.
Before your knuckles can connect, the door swings open.
He fills the doorway, backlit by the warm lamplight inside. Changed out of his swim trunks into low-slung grey sweatpants that cling to the powerful lines of his hips and thighs, and nothing else. Your breath catches. The poolside glimpses, the hot tub proximityânone of it prepared you for the sheer impact of him like this, half-dressed and waiting. His torso is a sculpted landscape of muscleâbroad, defined shoulders tapering to a narrower, incredibly taut waist. The planes of his chest are smooth, his lower abdomen dusted with just the faintest hint of dark hair leading down under the waistband of his pants. His arms are thick with muscle, veins subtly tracing his forearms. His dark hair is towel-dried, slightly tousled. And his eyes... those big, dark eyes lock onto yours, intense, searching, simmering with the same heat from the tub, but tempered now with a watchful stillness.
âHey,â he says, short greeting a low rumble in his chest. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in the sundress, the bare shoulders, the nervous energy vibrating off you. A slow, appreciative smile touches his lips, but his eyes remain serious, focused. âYou came.â
âTold you I would,â you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. You never told him that, what are you even saying? You try very hard not to fiddle with your hands and leave them unmoving at your sides to hide the anxiety thatâs been festering in you for the past hour. The proximity, the sheer maleness of him, is overwhelming. The nervous flutters intensify, mixed with a fresh wave of pure desire.
He doesnât point out your words, just steps back, opening the door wider. âCome in.â
The room is spacious, a luxury suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the moonlit ocean. A large bed dominates the space, neatly made but looking suddenly, profoundly significant. The air carries a faint, clean scentâsoap, maybe cedarâmixed with the undeniable, warm scent of him.
He closes the door softly behind you, the click of the lock echoing in the sudden quiet. You stand awkwardly just inside, the confident woman from the hot tub replaced by this jittery version. He doesn't immediately move towards you. Instead, he leans back against the door, studying you, his gaze traveling over your face, down your neck, lingering on the thin straps of your dress. The silence stretches, thick with anticipation and your own racing thoughts.
âAre you okay?â he asks, his voice softer now, deeper with concern. The question is simple, but the weight behind it is immense. Itâs not perfunctory. Heâs genuinely checking. His intense gaze holds yours, waiting, giving you space. âBeing here? After the tub... things got intense fast. I need to know you're still good. That this,â he gestures loosely between you, âis what you want. Right now. No pressure. None at all.â His eyes are unwavering, open. âYou can say no. You can leave. Right now. Just tell me.â
His directness, the absolute seriousness with which he asks, cuts through your nervous haze. Itâs the opposite of the demanding stranger persona your anxiety had conjured. And it loosens the knot of tension in your chest.
You take a shaky breath, meeting his gaze. The desire is still there, a live wire, but the fear is receding, replaced by a growing certainty. âIâm... nervous,â you admit, the honesty surprising you. âBut Iâm good. I want to be here. I wantâŠâ You trail off, heat flooding your cheeks again. I want you. The words hang unspoken but felt.
He pushes off the door, closing the small distance between you in two slow strides. He stops just before touching you, his presence enveloping. âNervous is okay,â he murmurs, his voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. âTell me if anything feels not okay. At any point. Promise me.â It's not a request; it's a non-negotiable term.
âI promise,â you whisper.
His hand lifts, slow and deliberate, giving you time to pull away. His knuckles brush your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends sparks skittering across your skin. âYou look beautiful,â he says, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your neck exposed by the sundress. âThis dressâŠâ His thumb strokes your cheekbone, mirroring his touch in the hot tub, but gentler now. âCan I take it off you?â
The question, so blunt yet so considerate, steals your breath. You nod, unable to speak. His fingers find the thin straps of your sundress. He eases them down your shoulders with agonizing slowness, his gaze fixed on the revealed skin. The soft cotton pools at your waist, then falls completely, puddling around your ankles on the plush carpet. You stand before him in just the delicate black lace bikini bottoms, suddenly exposed under the warm lamplight.
His breath hitches, a soft, audible intake. His gaze roams over you, hungry, appreciative, but still controlled. âFuck,â he breathes, the word thick with awe. âLook at you.â His eyes linger on the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the lace hugging your hips. âPerfect.â His hand returns to your cheek, then slides slowly down your neck, over your collarbone, coming to rest lightly on the curve of your breast. His touch is warm, possessive, yet infinitely patient. âStill good?â
âMore than good,â you breathe, the nervousness melting under the heat of his admiration and his touch. Your hands lift almost of their own accord, drawn to the solid wall of his chest. Your palms flatten against warm, smooth skin, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath. The contrast between his hard muscle and the softness of his skin is intoxicating.
He leans down, his lips finding yours again. This kiss is different from the hungry clash in the tub. Itâs slower, deeper, a rediscovery. His tongue slides against yours, tasting, exploring. His hand cups your breast fully, his thumb circling your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. A soft moan escapes you, swallowed by his mouth. Your fingers curl against his chest, nails scraping lightly.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, returning to the sensitive spot just above your collarbone heâd discovered earlier. He sucks gently, then soothes it with his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. One arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The hard ridge of his erection presses insistently against your lower belly, even through the fabric of his sweatpants. The evidence of his desire is thrilling.
His free hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing the top edge of your lace panties, dipping just beneath. âThese are a surprise,â he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky. âA very fucking good one.â His fingers slide lower, tracing the seam of you through the damp lace, finding the heat and slickness waiting there. You gasp, pushing your hips forward against his hand, seeking more pressure. âSo wet already, princess,â he groans, his fingers applying delicious friction. âJust for me?â
The sudden endearment sends a jolt through you. âYes,â you whimper, your head falling back as he adds a second finger, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. âJust for you.â
He eases his hand away, eliciting a soft sound of protest from you. Before you can process it, his hands are on your hips, turning you gently. You face the large bed now. His hands slide down to your waistband. âLift your foot,â he instructs softly. You comply, and he carefully peels the lace down one leg, then the other, letting them fall. He guides you back until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. âSit.â
You turn and sink onto the cool duvet. He stands before you, his eyes dark pools of desire as he drinks in the sight of you completely bare. The intensity is almost too much. Then, without breaking eye contact, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushes them down, along with his boxer briefs, in one smooth motion.
Your breath stops.
He is magnificent. Powerfully built everywhereâthick thighs corded with muscle, a firm, sculpted ass, the defined V-cut leading down from his hips. And his cock... thick, long, already fully erect, curving slightly upwards from a neat nest of dark, coarse hair. The contrast is strikingâthe smooth expanse of his chest and stomach giving way to this thatch of dark curls framing his impressive erection. You usually prefer smooth, but the raw masculinity of it, the primal contrast, sends a jolt of pure, unexpected desire straight through you. You canât tear your eyes away.
He sees your stare, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. âSee something you like?â His voice is thick with amusement and pride.
âYou're... yes,â you breathe, the honesty raw in your voice despite the fact that words are miserably failing you at the moment. The sheer size is intimidating and thrilling all at once. âYouâre⊠incredible.â
He steps closer, his cock bobbing slightly. He places one knee on the bed between your legs, then the other, kneeling over you, caging you in. His hands frame your face. âYouâre the incredible one,â he counters, his thumb brushing your bottom lip and your gaze darts up to meet his. âYou sure youâre ready for this?â His eyes search yours again, the question layered. Ready for him? Ready for the intensity he promises?
Your answer is to lean forward and press a kiss to his abdomen, just above his navel. Then lower, tracing a short path with your lips towards the dark trail. You feel him tense, a sharp intake of breath. You look up at him, meeting his heated gaze. âShow me what you can do,â you whisper.
A groan rumbles deep in his chest. He shifts back slightly, giving you space. âFuck yes. But firstâŠâ He guides you gently to lie back on the bed. âLet me taste you.â
He moves down your body with deliberate slowness, kissing his way down your sternum, over the swell of your stomach. He nips gently at your hip bone, then spreads your thighs apart with firm hands. He pauses, looking up at you from between your legs, his eyes holding yours, asking permission one final time. You nod, biting your lip. His gaze drops, focusing on you with an intensity that makes you tremble. Then he lowers his head.
The first touch of his tongue is a revelation. Slow, broad strokes from bottom to top, savoring you. He groans, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. âSo sweet,â he murmurs, his breath hot. Then he zeroes in, his tongue circling your clit with firm, focused pressure, flicking over the swollen bud, trying different methods until he finds the one that works best for you. Your back arches off the bed, a mewl tearing from your throat. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he devours you. He alternates between broad, lapping strokes and pinpoint flicks, building the pressure relentlessly. One hand slides down, his thumb pressing rhythmically against your entrance while his tongue works your clit. Then, a thick finger slides inside you, curling upwards, finding that sweet spot instantly.
âOh god! Seungcheol!â You writhe, your fingers tangling in his damp hair, holding him to you. He adds a second finger, stretching you gently, his tongue circling your clit. The combination is overwhelmingâthe wet heat of his mouth, the skilled thrust and curl of his fingers, the pressure building like a tidal wave. He's relentless, attuned to every gasp, every twitch of your body. âYes! Right there! Donât stop!â
âCome for me, princess,â he rasps against you, his voice thick and muffled. âLet go. I've got you.â His tongue lashes your clit faster, his fingers pump harder, curling perfectly. The coil snaps. Pleasure explodes through you, white-hot and shattering, radiating out from your core in pulsing waves. Your thighs clamp around his head as you cry out, body bowing off the bed, lost in the sheer, blinding ecstasy he wrings from you.
He gentles his touch as the tremors subside, lapping softly, easing you down. He presses a final, lingering kiss to your inner thigh before crawling back up your body. He kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. His cock, rock-hard and leaking, presses against your stomach. âFuck, that was beautiful,â he murmurs, his eyes dark with satisfaction and renewed hunger. âYouâre so fucking responsive. Looks like no one fucked you properly in a while.â
Youâre still trembling, floating on the aftershocks, but the sight of him above you, the feel of his hard length against you, reignites the fire. âI need you,â you gasp, reaching between you to wrap your hand around him. He hisses, his hips jerking forward into your touch. Heâs impossibly hard, velvety smooth skin over the hot girth of him. âInside. Now.â
He kisses you again, hard and promising. âCondom,â he breathes against your mouth. He leans over to the nightstand, fumbling slightly, ripping open a packet with his teeth. You watch, mesmerized, as he rolls it on with efficient, slightly shaky hands. The sight of him sheathing that thick length is intensely erotic.
He settles back between your thighs, his weight braced on his forearms on either side of your head. The broad head of his cock nudges against your slick entrance. He holds your gaze, his eyes burning into yours. âReady?â he asks, the word strained. âTell me.â
âReady,â you breathe, lifting your hips to meet him. âPlease.â
He pushes forward slowly, inexorably. Thereâs a moment of intense pressure, a delicious stretch as your body yields to accommodate his size. You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. He pauses, fully seated but not moving, letting you adjust. âYou okay?â His voice is tight with the effort of holding still.
âOkay,â you gasp, the fullness incredible, overwhelming. âMove. Please, Seungcheol.â
He begins to move, slow, deep thrusts at first, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in. The friction is exquisite, the stretch perfect. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, watching your reactions. âFeel so good,â he groans, his breath coming faster. âSo tight. Fucking perfect.â He drops his head, his lips finding yours, his tongue licking into your mouth with wet sounds mixed with your breathing. His pace gradually increases, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper still. The slap of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your gasps and his guttural groans.
His hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again, rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation is almost too much. âLook at you,â he rasps, his voice rough. âTaking me so well. My perfect little fuckdoll.â The slight degradation, the possessiveness in his tone, sends a fresh jolt of heat through you, coiling your muscles tighter.
âHarder,â you beg, arching your back. âDon't stop!â
He growls, a purely animal sound, and obliges. His thrusts become harder, faster, pistoning into you with a force that steals your breath. The bed creaks in protest. He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting that deep, sweet spot with every plunge. Stars burst behind your eyelids. "There! Oh god, Seungcheol, right there!" you scream, your body tightening around him like a vise.
"Come on, princess," he commands, his voice ragged. "Come on my cock. Now." His thumb presses harder, his thrusts become brutal, perfectly angled. The command, the relentless stimulation, tips you over the edge again. Your orgasm crashes over you, even more intense than the first, a wave of pure, mindless pleasure that rips a scream from your throat. Your inner walls clench rhythmically around him, milking him.
He curses, a low, drawn-out groan. "Fuck! That's it. Squeeze me just like that." He drives into you a few more times, hard and deep, then buries himself to the hilt with a final, shuddering thrust. His body tenses, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his own release, pulsing deep inside you. He collapses onto his forearms, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping, trembling, slick with sweat.
He stays buried inside you for long moments, catching his breath, pressing soft, almost reverent kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. âJesus,â he finally breathes, his voice wrecked. âYouâre... fucking unreal.â
He eases out of you carefully, disposing of the condom. Then he gathers you against him, pulling you onto your sides facing each other, your bodies still humming. His arms wrap around you, strong and secure. One big hand strokes your hair, the other rests on your hip. âAlright?â he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. âThat was... intense.â
âIntense is an understatement,â you manage, snuggling closer into the solid warmth of his chest, listening to the rapid thud of his heart slowing down. âBut yeah. Alright. More than alright.â You trace the smooth skin over his pectoral muscle. âYouâre... youâre really good at that.â
Seungcheol chuckles, a low, satisfied rumble, then kisses the top of your head. His hand drifts down, cupping your ass, pulling you tighter against his softening cock and you can feel the warm wetness of your release between your thighs even more like that.
The tremors from your climax are still rippling through you, a sweet, fading echo that leaves your muscles liquid and weak. A profound, sated exhaustion is already seeping into your bones, a heavy warmth that makes your limbs feel like they are filled with sand. When his lips find yours again, the kiss is differentâslower, hungrier, but tinged with the same shared fatigue. It tastes of salt of sweat and him, already a familiar, intoxicating flavor. His hands move over your body with possessiveness that is both thrilling and daunting, mapping your spent form as if assessing its limits for what comes next.
âRound two,â he murmurs against your mouth, the words a dark, thrilling promise, though his voice is even more ragged now, stripped raw and breathless. He rolls off you, the loss of his weight and heat a sudden chill. He sits up on the edge of the bed, his broad back to you, and you see the muscles there tremble faintly with the aftermath of his own release. He takes a deep, shuddering breath before turning to look at you over his shoulder. His eyes are black with intent, but the lids are heavy. âTurn over. On your knees.â
The command is direct, but it lands differently now. A fresh wave of heat, liquid and urgent, pools low in your belly, but itâs followed immediately by a deep, internal tremor of fatigue. Already? your body seems to cry out. You feel fucked out, overstimulated after just two orgasms, every nerve ending raw and singing. Pushing yourself up is an effort. Your arms shake, your core muscles protesting as you awkwardly get onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. The position is profoundly vulnerable, and the awareness of his gaze burning into you, taking in the sight of your well-used, sensitive flesh, makes you shudder and clench with a mixture of anticipation and sheer, overwhelming sensitivity.
âFuck, look at that,â he groans, his voice thick with awe and a lust that seems to override his own tiredness. His hand comes down, not in a slap, but in a firm, possessive grip on one cheek, squeezing, kneading the flesh. You flinch, the sensation almost too much on your sensitized skin. âAll mine for the night.â He leans forward, and you feel the hot, wet stroke of his tongue, lapping up the evidence of your release from your inner thighs. The obscene, sloppy sound he makes vibrates through your oversensitive core, and you drawl a throaty moan, a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting through you. âSo fucking sweet.â
You gasp, your arms trembling violently now, struggling to hold yourself up. The mix of reverence and filth in his act is dizzying. Heâs worshiping and defiling you all at once, and your body, though exhausted, responds to his filthy devotion with a fresh, aching throb of need.
You hear the tear of another foil packet, his movements slightly slower, less efficient this time. The rustle as he sheathes himself again seems louder in the heavy, post-coital silence. Then his hands are on your hips, his grip firm, almost bruising, holding you in place. The broad, sheathed head of his cock nudges against your tender entrance, teasing, circling, smearing your wetness. The contact is electric, almost too intense.
âTell me you want it,â he demands, his voice a low, evidently tired growl against your ear as he leans over you, covering your body with his. His chest is slick with sweat as it presses against your back.
âI want it,â you pant, the words a breathless struggle. You push your hips back against him, the movement feeling sluggish in your exhaustion, but the need is still there, persistent and insatiable. âPlease, Seungcheol. I need it.â
âBeg for it,â he insists, nipping at the shell of your ear. âTell me how much you need this cock.â
The vulgarity, the sheer nastiness of his words, sends a final, desperate jolt straight to your core. âI need it,â you whimper, your voice breaking with fatigue and want. âI need your cock. Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard.â
With a grunt of approval that seems to come from the depths of his being, he pushes forward. Thereâs no slow easing this time, but the thrust is not as brutally swift as before. He drives into you in one long, steady motion, burying himself to the hilt in the deep, claiming angle only this position allows. The force of it is breathtaking, a choked cry ripped from your throat at the overwhelming fullness, the delicious stretch around him. You are so full, so thoroughly possessed.
âGod, yes,â you moan, your head dropping between your shoulders, your spine arching.
He sets a punishing pace, but it is a tired pace still, the rhythm of it born of muscle memory and stubborn will rather than boundless energy. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you, each thrust a profound jolt that shakes your entire weary body. The sound is obscenely loudâthe wet, sloppy slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bedsprings, his guttural, breathless groans, your high-pitched, overstimulated mewls. He leans back, his hands locked on your hips, using them as leverage to piston into you with a relentless, driving force that you feel is costing him as much as it is you.
âYou take me so fucking good,â he rasps, his voice strained and hoarse with the effort. âSo deep like this. Can you feel it? Can you feel how deep I am inside you?â Every word is pushed out on a labored breath.
âY-yes!â you cry out, your fingers clutching weakly at the rumpled sheets, your body rocking helplessly with his movements. Each thrust hits a spot so deep and sensitive it borders on painful, a blinding pleasure that your exhausted system can barely process. âRight there! Oh god, don't stop!â
He doesnât. His pace is unwavering, a testament to his stamina, but you can feel the fine tremor in his thighs where they press against yours with every slap of flesh against flesh, the sheen of new sweat on his skin. One hand leaves your hip and slides around your front, fingers finding your oversensitive, swollen clit. The touch is almost too much, and you jolt, arms giving out, a sob catching in your throat. He rubs rough, frantic circles that match the rhythm of his thrusts, the dual assault pushing your screaming nerves towards another shattering peak.
âYou gonna come again?â he grunts, the question a breathless challenge. âGonna come all over my cock while I fuck you like this? Do it. Cum for me. Now.â
The command, the relentless stimulation amidst the crushing fatigueâitâs too much. Your orgasm crashes over you, a violent, convulsing wave that is as much a release from tension as it is pleasure. You scream his name into the mattress, the sound muffled, your body bowing and shaking as your inner muscles clamp down on him, milking his length for what itâs worth. You feel him pulse inside you in response, a hard, sharp throb.
But he doesnât stop. He rides out your climax, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic, chasing his own. The room is a cacophony of spent sexâyour sobbing, exhausted breaths, his animalistic, tired grunts, the sopping sound of your cunt taking the pounding, the wet, rhythmic slapping that seems to grow louder and louder as you both lose the strength to care.
Bang. Bang. BANG.
A sudden, furious pounding on the wall from the adjacent room cuts through the noise. A muffled, angry shout follows. âKeep it down in there, for Christâs sake! Some of us are trying to sleep!â
Seungcheol freezes, buried deep inside you. For a second, there is silence, save for both of you panting, chests heaving. You heave a breath of relief thinking you can finally put your frying nerve endings to rest. Then, a slow, wicked, breathless chuckle rumbles in his chest. He leans over you again, his lips at your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
âOops,â he whispers, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He gives a slow, deliberate, utterly exhausting roll of his hips, making you whimper. âWeâre being too loud, princess.â He does it again, a lazy, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your soul because the moan that leaves you comes exactly from there. âThink we should be quieter?â
Before you can answer, he slams into you again, hard, a direct contradiction to his question. A broken, tired cry escapes you. He does it again. And again, and again, each thrust a monumental effort.
âAnswer me, pretty,â he demands, punctuating each word with a sharp, deep, weary thrust. âShould we be quieter?â
âN-no!â you manage to sob, the last of your energy going into pushing back against him. âDonât stop! Fuck me, please!â
He laughs, a low, vicious sound of pure, exhausted delight. âThatâs my girl.â He covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your sounds. âThen Iâll do exactly what my sweet princess is asking of me. But youâll have to be quiet for me. We donât want anyone banging on our door next time, do we? So can you be quiet?â He sets a final, brutal, fast pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more focused, fueled by a last reserve of strength. The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh, the bed hammering against the wall, and his ragged, stifled breathing. You try to stifle your cries against his palm, your body trembling with the struggle of staying quiet under such an intense, final assault.
Heâs relentless, driving into you with a single-minded focus. You feel the tension coiling in him, the telltale tightening of his fingers on your hip, the way his whole body strains. With a final, gut-deep groan that he stifles against your shoulder, he pours himself into you, his body shuddering violently with the force of his release, a complete and total expenditure.
Seungcheol collapses over you, both of you spent, slick with sweat, and utterly demolished. His weight is a crushing, comforting pressure. He is heavy, boneless, and so are you. He removes his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips as soon as you turn your head to the side, kissing your shoulder blade softly, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.
After a long moment, he carefully, slowly, with obvious effort, pulls out and disposes of the condom. He returns a moment later with a damp, cool towel, moving with a weary tenderness. He gently cleans between your thighs, the act starkly contrasting the animalistic way he just fucked you. He helps you turn over onto your back. Your legs feel like they don't belong to you, your entire body humming with a deep, sated, absolute exhaustion.
But the look in his eyes, as he kneels on the bed between your legs, is still dark with hunger, though itâs now blurred by fatigue. His cock is already half-hard again, a testament to his insane stamina, thick and heavy against his thigh. The sight sends a fresh, aching throb through your oversensitive core, a pulse of pure need that feels separate from your bodyâs desperate plea for rest. It is daunting. The thought of moving, of taking control of your body once again, feels like an impossible task.
âYour turn on top,â he says, his voice a hoarse, broken scrape. He lies back against the pillows with a heavy sigh, his hands going behind his head, putting himself on display for you. He is a magnificent feast for the eyesâall hard muscle, dark trail of hair leading and bushing around his cock, and rampant, male hungerâbut you can see the weariness in the lines of his face, the slow rise and fall of his chest. âRide me. I want to watch your pretty tits while you bounce on my cock, wanna see you come undone.â
The command is irresistible, but your body screams in protest. A soft, pathetic whimper escapes you. âSeungcheol... Iâm so tired,â you breathe, the admission feeling both vulnerable and necessary. When you made a decision to follow your little stranger sex fantasy you didnât think it would turn into this multiple round thing of your pussy getting absolutely destroyed. You thought that youâd get one decent round at best and go back to your room. And now here you are, your muscles feel like water, your core aches with a pleasant but deep soreness. âI donât know if I can.â
His expression softens a fraction, the intense hunger in his eyes shifting into something more patient, more coaxing. He reaches out, his hand finding yours, lacing your fingers together. His grip is strong, but his skin is warm, comforting. âI know, baby. I know you are. I am too.â The pet name makes something in your chest squeeze tightly. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. âBut just for a little while. Just show me. Let me see you. You donât have to do all the work.â His thumb strokes your palm. âCome here.â
His gentleness undoes you. It coaxes a second wind from somewhere deep within your spent reserves. You nod, a slow, hesitant movement. Crawling over him is a monumental effort. Every muscle protests. You straddle his hips, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his powerful thighs. Your hands splay across the hard, sweaty planes of his chest for balance, and you feel the frantic, tired beat of his heart beneath your palm. He guides himself to your entrance, his eyes locked on yours, dark and demanding but also incredibly patient.
You sink down onto him slowly, achingly slowly, taking him inch by exquisite, overwhelming inch. A low, mutual moan of effort and pleasure escapes you both at the feeling of being filled and enveloped so completely this way. Once heâs fully sheathed, you pause, your body trembling from the strain of holding the position, adjusting to the deep, stretching fullness that is now a familiar, welcome ache. If this is going to be just a resort fling, you think, itâs going to be the one youâll remember for the rest of your life and brag about to all of your friends until they are sick of hearing the story.
His hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs drawing slow, soothing circles on your skin. âMove,â he commands, but his voice is now a rough, encouraging whisper. âJust a little. Show me how much you like it.â
You begin to move, a slow, hesitant, rolling grind of your hips. Itâs not the energetic bounce of fantasy; itâs a tired, sensual undulation. The angle is different, allowing you to control the depth, the friction. You rise up with a shaky, trembling effort until just the tip remains inside you, then sink back down, taking him all the way with a heavy, satisfying sigh. His eyes flutter closed for a second, a low, appreciative groan rumbling in his chest. Then his hands come up to fondle with your breasts, massaging the undersides, rolling and lightly tugging on your pebbled nipples, and making you moan louder than you should. You throw your head back, eyes rolling into your skull from pleasure.
âEyes on me, pretty,â he grits out when he notices youâre not looking at him. It makes you snap your head back and meet his gaze only to find it burning with intensity that belies his exhaustion. âI want to see your face when you cum.â
You try to increase your pace, but itâs a feeble, bouncing motion, your thighs burning with the effort. Your hands brace on his chest, your nails digging into his skin for purchase. The sounds are different nowâsofter, wetter, the slick, tired sound of your bodies joining over and over, mixed with your breathy, exhausted moans and his gruff, whispered encouragements.
âYeah, just like that,â he groans, his own hips lifting slightly to meet your downward strokes, taking some of the burden from your weary muscles. His hands tighten on your hips, helping you move, guiding you onto him. âFuck, you look so good on my cock. So fucking perfect.â
You feel another orgasm building, a slow, deep coiling in your belly, different from the sharp, frantic peaks before. This one is a slow, rising tide, built on exhaustion and overstimulation and the profound intimacy of his unwavering gaze. Youâre so close, teetering on the edge of something vast and warm. He sees it on your face, in the way your movements become even more languid, more focused.
âPlay with your clit,â he orders, his voice tight but soft. âMake yourself cum. I want to watch you fall apart.â
You obey, one hand sliding between your bodies with a tired sigh, your fingers finding your swollen, hypersensitive bud. The touch is almost too much, but itâs the final key. With a soft, broken cry, you shatter, a slow, deep, rolling orgasm that feels like it drains the very last dregs of your energy. Your inner muscles clench around him in slow, rhythmic pulses, your body slumping forward onto his chest as you ride out the long, gentle waves of pleasure that draws an orgasm from him as well and you feel his cum fill you in rapid bursts. But youâre too fucked out to care that he just came inside you without a condom. Youâre on a pill anyways.
He holds you through it, his arms wrapping around you, his hips still moving in tiny, gentle circles, prolonging the sensation. When the last tremor subsides, leaving you completely boneless, he gently rolls you over onto your side, slipping out of you. He spoons behind you, pulling you tight against his chest, both of you slick and trembling and utterly spent. He nuzzles into your hair, his breathing slowly evening out.
âYou're incredible,â he breathes, the words slurred with impending sleep. He holds you tighter, a full-body embrace that feels like both a claim and a shelter. One hand rests possessively on your hip. âRound three... after a nap,â he mumbles, his voice fading.
You donât know how long you sleep. Itâs a deep, black, dreamless void, a complete systems shutdown for your utterly spent body and mind. Consciousness returns not with a jolt, but as a slow, warm tide. The first thing youâre aware of is the weight. A heavy, solid arm draped across your waist, anchoring you to the bed. The second is the heat. The press of a powerful, sweat-damp chest against your back, the solid line of his body curled around yours, fitting against you like a second skin. The third is the soft, even puff of his breath against the nape of your neck.
You are still exhausted, a deep, cellular weariness that makes the idea of moving seem impossible. But beneath that, something else is stirring. A low, familiar hum of awareness. The scent of himâsex, sweat, skinâis everywhere, intoxicating even in your semi-conscious state. The memory of what you did, what he did to you, plays in a hazy loop behind your eyelids.
You shift slightly, a tiny, experimental movement, and a soft, contented sound rumbles in his chest behind you, much like a purr. His arm tightens around you, pulling you infinitesimally closer. His hips press forward, and you feel him, thick and already half-hard again, nestled against the curve of your backside. A fresh, aching throb answers deep in your own core, a pulse of pure need that feels separate from your bodyâs fatigue. Itâs a stubborn ember refusing to be extinguished.
He stirs, his lips brushing your shoulder blade. âYou awake?â His voice is gravelly with sleep, deeper and even more rough than before.
âBarely,â you murmur, your own voice a sleep-rasped whisper. You turn in his arms, a slow, languid movement that feels like swimming through honey. Facing him, you see his eyes are half-lidded, dark pools in the dim room. The intensity is still there, but itâs softened by sleep, by unguarded tenderness. He looks younger and gentler like this, and the sight makes your chest ache. Not that he looks particularly rough any other time you can recall seeing him around the resort. But thereâs something special about the fact that heâs so comfortable with showing his softer, vulnerable side to a practical stranger. And that it happened to be you.
His hand comes up, his knuckles brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. The touch is infinitely gentle. âFeel okay?â
You nod, nuzzling into his touch. âSore,â you admit quietly. âIn the best way.â
A slow, sleepy smirk touches his lips. âGood.â His thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. His gaze drops to your mouth, and the air in the room shifts, thickening once more. The tenderness is still there, but itâs being rapidly overtaken by a renewed, hungry focus. The sight of his eyes darkening, the feel of him hardening fully against your thigh, banishes the last vestiges of your sleepiness, replacing it with a different kind of heavinessâa liquid, anticipatory warmth.
The idea, the want, forms fully in your mind. You want to taste him. You want to swallow his sleep-rough groans. You want to prove your own hunger can match his, even now.
Without breaking eye contact, you slowly push against his chest. He lets himself be guided onto his back, his head sinking into the pillow, his eyes watching you with curious, dark intensity. The sheet pools around his hips, putting his magnificent body on display once moreâthe hard planes of his stomach, the thatch of dark curls, his cock standing thick and eager against his belly.
You move down the bed, positioning yourself between his powerful, spread thighs. The perspective is new, intimidating. He is so much larger than you like this, all muscle and male power laid out before you. You can see the faint tremors of fatigue still in his quadriceps, the slow, deep rise and fall of his chest.
You look up at him, meeting his heated gaze. His expression is a mix of awe and stark, ravenous hunger. He has given so much, taken so much. Now, you will take this.
âMy turn,â you whisper, your voice stronger now, laced with a newfound, brazen intent.
A sharp, approving groan escapes him. âFuck yes,â he breathes, his hands coming up to rest behind his head again, surrendering to your control, his biceps flexing with the movement.
You donât start slow. Youâre both past slow. You lean forward and take the broad, velvety head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the flared crown, tasting the distinct, musky, sleep-warm flavor of him. He jerks beneath you, a guttural, broken âFuck!â bursting from his lips, the sound raw and startled.
Emboldened, you sink down, taking as much of him as you can. Heâs big, stretching your jaw, the thick length hitting the back of your throat. You gag instantly, a reflexive, convulsive choke, tears springing to your eyes. You pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips to him.
âEasy, princess,â he rasps, his voice strained with concern, though his hands remain fisted behind his head, not on you, giving you control. His entire body is tensed, a statue of held-back need.
You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes burning. âDonât be easy,â you gasp, your voice hoarse with the effort, with desire. You look him dead in the eye, your own vision blurred with unshed tears. âUse me. Use my mouth. I want you to fuck my throat. Use me to your heartâs content.â
Your words are the final key to his restraint. A raw, animalistic sound tears from him, something between a groan and a growl. His hands leave his hair and gently, but with undeniable firmness, tangle in yours. âYouâre sure?â he grunts, every muscle in his body taut and quivering with the Herculean effort of holding back. âI donât want to hurt you.â
The concern, amidst the filth of what youâre asking for, unravels you. âPlease,â you beg, holding his shaft with one hand and trailing kisses and broad licks along the underside of him. âI want it. I want to feel you lose control. I want all of it.â
Thatâs all the permission he needs. His control shatters. He guides you back onto his cock, not forcing, but leading, feeding himself into your willing mouth. This time, when you gag, he doesnât pull back. He holds you there, his hands a steady, gentle pressure in your hair, letting you adjust to the overwhelming feeling of him stretching your throat, the primal panic of choking on it. Tears stream freely down your cheeks, dripping onto his thighs. The sensation is a dizzying mix of slight suffocation and intense, dirty arousal, a complete surrender. You think you can cum from just that.
He begins to move, a slow, shallow, experimental thrust of his hips. The sounds are obsceneâwet, gagging, choked breaths from you, his ragged, praise-filled groans from above. âGod, your mouth,â he chokes out, his voice wrecked, awe-struck. "So warm, so good. So fucking good for me. Taking me so deep.â
He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more rhythmic, building a filthy, wet cadence. You relax your throat, giving yourself over to him completely, letting him use you for his pleasure. Your own hands move between your own legs, fingers frantically circling your oversensitive, swollen clit, the degradation and the sheer intimacy of the act pushing you towards another shocking, dry peak. Your body bows, a silent scream caught in your throat around his length as your muscles clench around him.
Heâs lost in it, his head thrown back against the pillows, the cords of his neck standing out in stark relief. His abs are clenched, his hips moving with a piston-like rhythm that is both brutal and perfectly controlled. âIâm close,â he warns, his voice a strangled, broken thing. âSo close. Gonna cum down that pretty throat. Gonna fill you up.â
You redouble your efforts, taking him all the way, your nose pressed into the coarse curls at his base. You hum around him, the vibration wringing a shattered shout from him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he holds himself deep, and you feel his release pulsing hot and bitter down your constricted throat. You swallow convulsively, again and again, taking everything he gives you, until heâs utterly spent, his body going completely limp, a profound shudder wracking his frame.
He gently, carefully, pulls you off, his cock slipping from your bruised lips with a soft, wet pop. You collapse forward, your forehead resting on his muscular thigh, gasping for ragged, grateful lungfuls of air. Your face is a mess of tears, saliva, and him. You are wrecked.
In an instant he is moving. He gathers you into his arms immediately, pulling you against his heaving, sweat-slick chest. He doesn't seem to care about the mess. He presses kisses to your hair, your forehead, your tear-stained, salty cheeks, murmuring soft, incoherent praises into your skin. His own voice trembling, his heart hammering a wild, slowing rhythm against your ear. He holds you tighter, his embrace fierce and protective. âYou okay? Talk to me. Was that too much?â The vulnerability in his question is stark.
You shake your head, nuzzling into the warm skin of his neck, your arms wrapping around his broad back. You feel hollowed out, purified, and completely his. âIt was perfect,â you murmur, your voice raw and abraded. âYouâre perfect.â
He laughs softly, a sound of pure, sated, astonished wonder. âYouâre crazy,â he states and itâs filled with so much affection your heart squeezes tightly. He scoops you up effortlessly, manhandling you to stay tucked to his side and pulls the tangled sheets over both of you. He spoons around you again, his body a solid, warm fortress against your back. His hand rests over your heart, feeling its slowing beat.
âSleep,â he commands, his lips whispering against your shoulder, then briefly reaches out to turn off the nightstand light. This time, it is a gentle order. âIâve got you.â
You smile in the darkness, your body humming with a deep, sated, absolute contentment. You are already halfway to oblivion, safe in the circle of his arms. âSure, try and stop me,â you whisper, but the words are a dream, lost to the deep and well-earned peace that claims you both.
The peace of sleep is a shallow pool this time, and you both drift in and out of its warm edges. True, deep rest feels like a distant country, unreachable from the heightened, sex-saturated plane you now inhabit. His arm is still a heavy, welcome weight across your waist, his body a furnace at your back. You float in a hazy limbo, aware of the dull, pleasant ache between your legs, the salt-and-sex scent on the sheets, the steady, strong beat of his heart against your spine.
You shift, a minute adjustment, and his hold tightens instinctively. A low, sleep-blurred sound vibrates against your back. His hips press forward, and the hard, insistent girth of him, already half-ready again, nestles more firmly against the curve of your backside. A soft, answering throb of need pulses deep within you, a quiet but persistent echo of the chaos that came before. Itâs a want that doesnât require acrobatics or screaming passion. Itâs a simple, profound need for closeness, for the feeling of him inside you, even if youâre both too wrecked to move.
You press back against him, a slow, languid roll of your hips that is more suggestion than motion. Itâs all the language either of you has energy for
He understands. A hum of approval rumbles in his chest. His hand, which had been splayed possessively on your stomach, drifts down. His fingers are warm and slightly rough as they slide down to your entrance, finding you still slick, still swollen and impossibly sensitive from earlier. You gasp softly at the contact, your body arching back into his.
âStill so wet,â he murmurs, his voice thick and blurred with sleep, the words mumbled into the nape of your neck. âEven now. Even after all that.â His touch is not seeking to incite a frenzy, but to confirm a connection. One thick finger slides into you with an effortless ease that makes you whimper. Itâs not a thrust, but a presence, a gentle claiming. âThis still mine?â
âYours,â you breathe out, the word a sigh.
He withdraws his finger, and you hear the soft, fumbling rustle of another foil packet. His movements are slow, clumsy with exhaustion. The tear of the packet is loud in the quiet room. He sheathes himself with a tired, unrushed motion. Then his arm is back around you, pulling you tight against him. He guides himself to your entrance, the broad head nudging against you, and with a single, slow, rolling thrust of his hips, he sinks into you from behind.
You both let out a simultaneous, shuddering groan. Itâs not a sound of frantic passion anymore, but of deep, profound relief. The feeling of him filling you this way, in the spooning position, is incredibly intimate. Itâs lazy and deep, a connection that requires almost no effort. He doesnât move immediately, just stays buried to the hilt, his body molded to yours, his breath warm on your shoulder.
âOkay?â he slurs, his lips moving against your skin.
âMore than okay,â you whisper, pushing back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper.
He begins to move, but itâs nothing like before. There is no pounding rhythm, no frantic slapping of skin. His thrusts are slow, deep, and languid, a gentle rocking of his hips that rocks your entire body with it. Itâs a lazy, luxurious fuck, all about the sensation of fullness and connection rather than the frantic race towards a finish line. The sounds are soft: the wet, slick slide of your joined bodies, his deep, quiet groans, your breathy sighs. His hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb idly circling your nipple, not to tease it to a peak, but simply to hold you, to feel you.
Itâs nasty in its own wayâthe sheer familiarity and repetitiveness of it by now, the way he can be buried inside you with such casual, sleepy possessiveness after just several rounds spent together. Itâs filthy in its tenderness. You feel yourself coiling slowly, a warm, lazy build of pleasure that spreads through your exhausted limbs like honey. There are no screams, no commands. Just the slow, inexorable climb, fed by each deep, rolling stroke.
âCome on, baby,â he murmurs, his voice a sleep-rough vibration against your back. âLet go. Just let it happen.â
His words, so soft and encouraging, are your undoing. Your orgasm washes over you not as a crashing wave, but as a warm, rising tide. Itâs a full-body shudder, a series of soft, internal flutters that milk his length, drawing a long, low groan from him. He follows you over, his own release a quiet, pulsing warmth deep inside you, his hips stuttering to a halt as he buries himself as deep as he can go.
For long minutes, you both lie there, still joined, breathing in ragged unison. The world has narrowed to this bed, to the feel of his chest rising and falling against your back, to the weight of his arm around you.
Eventually, with a soft sigh, he pulls out and deals with the condom yet again. You expect him to collapse back into sleep, but instead, you feel him shift and leave the bed. You make a small sound of protest at the loss of his heat, but he murmurs, âShhh, baby, Iâve got you.â
He returns a moment later with a fresh, warm, damp towel. This, somehow, feels more intimate than anything else that has happened. Gently, with a tenderness that makes your throat tight, he cleans you. He wipes your mixed releases between your thighs, over your stomach, the care in his touch so profound it borders on reverence. He is meticulous, wiping away the evidence of your shared pleasure with a focus that speaks to you of deep, inherent respect for the partner, be it one night stand or something committed. You just watch him and know itâs true.
Once heâs done, he drops the cloth aside and pulls the duvet over both of you. He gathers you back into his arms, facing him this time. His eyes are heavy-lidded with exhaustion, but they search yours in the dim light coming through the window. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek.
âYouâre staying,â he says. Itâs not a question, but thereâs a vulnerability in his tone that asks for confirmation anyway.
âYes,â you whisper, nuzzling into his palm. âIf youâll have me.â
A slow, tired, but genuine smile touches his lips. âTry and leave,â he jokes softly, but his eyes are serious. He takes a deep breath, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. âAnd⊠all of that. Everything we did. It was⊠it was still good? For you? You tell me if anything ever isnât. Even now. Even after.â
The question, coming after such raw, animalistic intimacy, after such tender aftercare, unravels you completely. A sob catches in your throat, not of sadness, but of overwhelming emotion. Heâs checking in. After heâs owned every part of you, after youâve begged him to use your throat, he is still ensuring your consent, your comfort. It is the most heartwarming, devastatingly caring thing anyone has ever done.
âSeungcheol,â you breathe, your eyes welling up. âIt was perfect. Everything was perfect. Youâre perfect.â
He lets out a breath, as if heâd been holding itâand you suppose he was,âand pulls you tightly against him, tucking your head under his chin. He holds you like that for a long time, just breathing you in, his hands making slow, soothing circles on your back.
âGet some sleep,â he murmurs finally, his own voice already getting heavier with drowsiness. âProper sleep this time.â
You nod against his chest, snuggling into his solid warmth. Just as youâre drifting off, on the very edge of consciousness, his voice rumbles again, a low, sleep-slurred promise.
âGonna make you cum over breakfast,â he mumbles, his words barely intelligible. âWhile you eat your fruit. My fingers inside you⊠gonna be so lazy and good⊠and then take you on a proper date.â
The filthy, tender promise hangs in the air, a final gift before sleep claims him entirely. A slow smile spreads across your face in the dark. You are staying the night. Of course you are. And the morning, you know with absolute certainty, will be just as perfect.
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A/N2: this fucking text took me ALL FKING DAY to read through and edit and Iâm tired and itâs late where I am and I hope to go to bed asap. My brain is officially fried and frayed and everything else, I canât comprehend words anymore to save my life or whatever they say in this case. Even with the volume of it I donât think itâs the filthiest thing I couldâve produced but I think itâs nasty enough for the first huge thirst trap that this is. Also I canât write Seungcheol without attaching strings in the end, I just canât. Itâs unfathomable to imagine letting go of such man after THIS! Anyways hope you liked reading this monstrosity ṠᎠ. Ꭰáą
Hi honey, I'M HERE TO MAKE MY REQUESTđ„łđââïž For God's sake, tell me you saw this photo of Seungcheol... I ALMOST SCREAMED LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CLASS, so I'd like you to do something with it (smut, of course). I trust you. Thanks. âĄ
wc: 700+ || warning/s: Explicit Language, Smut/Explicit Sexual Content (Specific Content Tags and Warning Expansions are at the bottom.)
You shouldnât. You really shouldnât.
Heâs asleep, you tell yourself. Your sweet, loving, hardworking husbandâs fast asleep on his stomach in bed, face buried into the pillow heâs embracing, dead to world after an exhausting work week and youâŠ
Youâre leaning against the door of the bedroom, the breakfast youâve cooked in the kitchen long forgotten as you feel yourself filled with a different kind of hunger. Itâs not your fault, you swear! Itâs not your fault your husband looks so good in the sheets, the blanket falling to his waist and tastefully revealing the strong curves and deep divots of his back. It also bares his tattoo, the ink contrasting deliciously against your husbandâs pale skin.
(Youâre definitely not thinking about kissing him all over it.)
In the end, your self-control loses the battle. It was time for him to wake up, anyway.
Like a lioness who found her next meal, you crawl over your husband, sitting carefully on his ass while your fingers rub and knead softly into his back.
âCheol, love,â You say with a kiss to your husbandâs nape. âWake up.â
Seungcheol stirs, shifting as much as your form would allow. His eyes flutter open, dark irises peeking from even darker lashes as he tries to process whatâs happening.
âHm?â
âBreakfastâs ready,â You mumble against his skin before laying your weight on the man, the softness of your chest now pressed against Seungcheolâs muscular back as you rub your cheek against his hair like a cat in heat. âItâll get cold.â
Were you talking about the omelette in the kitchen or the heat between your legs? Well, Seungcheolâs about to find out.
âYou sure youâre waking me up for breakfast, sweetheart?â Seungcheolâs voice is raspy, deep and fresh from sleep, and the very sound of it only has you wetter, the deep baritone shooting straight to your cunt. Thereâs a half-sleepy, half-amused look on his face as he eyes the way youâre rubbing yourself all over him, and you can tell that Seungcheol has caught on.
âI am,â You reply, pushing yourself up, your core rubbing against his ass in the process as you shift. The friction has you pausing, fingers digging briefly into Seungcheolâs skin as the contact shoots sparks up your spine and makes your pussy throb.
âReally?â Seungcheol says as he props himself up with his elbows. âI donât think youâre aware, but I can feel your pussy clenching, love.â
âNo itâs not,â You huff out, heat warming your cheeks as you realize that yes, you have been caught.
âLet me see for myself then.â
The next thing you know youâre flat on the bed, hips only raised a fraction to let Seungcheolâs strokes go in and out of your sopping cunt with great ease.
You fucking love this. Your husband bracing himself with one arm on the bed as he wraps the other around your head, your cheek smushed against the meat of his bicep as you take his slow, punishing thrusts like a champ.
It isnât fast, isnât reckless. Itâs mind-numbingly precise. Seungcheolâs dragging his cock in and out of your walls with the intention of making you feel every single inch as he stretches your unprepared walls with his thickness. The sensation has you brainless, mouth falling open with loud moans of your husbandâs name as you dig your nails into the sheets.
Slow rough sex was not on your bingo card this morning, but you were definitely not complaining. You had expected a sweet, soft love-making session when you jumped your husband, but you think you shouldâve known better considering that you havenât fucked the entire week he was out doing promotions.
âFucking love this cunt, baby, love you,â Seungcheol murmurs against your cheek, emphasizing his words with deep, rough thrusts that have you keening and grinning at the sensation. âWoke up early to cook me breakfast then woke me up with a taste of this sweet cuntâfuck, you really know how to spoil a man.â
âCheol, close,â You whine out, the manâs words only pushing you closer to your release.
âAlready, sweetheart?â Seungcheol rasps. âDid I get you this needy, hm? Did you miss my cock that much?â
âYes!â You cry out when Seungcheol hits the spot. âMissed you and your fat cockâshit, my fingers werenât enoughââ
âFuck,â Seungcheol swears roughly at your confession, hips only getting harsher at the revelation. âMy dirty little wife was out fucking my cunt with her fingers while I slaved away in the studio? You didnât even ask for permission?â
âYou were busyââ
âI wouldâve made time, baby,â Seungcheol cuts you off. âWouldâve made the time to fuck this sweet cunt fullââ
Seungcheol groans when you clench.
âYouâre not leaving this bed until youâre limping.â
Specific Tags: Prone bone, Headlock (manifesting this for ME), Slow rough sex (damn it), Mild choking (only cause of the headlock really, just covering my bases), Unprotected sex (*sighs*), Orgasm denial but itâs me ending the drabble before anyone even cums LMAOOOO
A/N: This is me building everything up until I release that one fic đ„°
Jealous Mascot | Choi Seungcheol, Kim Mingyu | đ
Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader x kim mingyu
Summary: You managed to secure plenty days off to follow your boyfriends and be there with them while they prepare for their unit debut. However, this trip doesnât go without its own bumps on the road.
Word count: 8.6k
Genres/warnings: smut, hurt/comfort; polyamory, idol!seungcheol x non-idol!reader x idol!mingyu, inaccurate representation of renting a yacht, mingyu has a licence to sail boats, mingyu and seungcheol kiss!!!, reader is a jealous little shit but is conscious about it, inappropriate and most likely unrealistic use of gym equipment; i feel like iâm forgetting smth elseâŠ
Smut warnings: Minors DNA; in this text guys fuck guys too, so if you donât like it please skip reading this fic; do i even have to do the warnings? ugh⊠just all the usual stuff. petting, teasing, making out, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected piv sex, lots of adoring degradation, size kink if you squint, reader loves being used, threesomes, sub!reader x switch!seungcheol x switch!mingyu, light voyeurism, anal sex (m receiving), some overstimulation, slight subspace; i hope Iâm not forgetting anything elseâŠ
A/N: so, after much consideration i decided to combine the two different parts in one and not drag this out for any longer. also painted these dividers basically âlast minuteâ (aka today) on a whim hehe. i donât have much to say for this one except, please enjoy! as always, your feedback is welcome in all forms youâre comfortable with (comments, tags, anon) á̫̀
If you see any mistakes: I try to proofread but English isnât my first language, proceed at your own discretion.
Painting-style text dividers are made by me in Procreate. Please donât use.
Masterlist. | [1] Comfort Record
Against all odds, youâve managed to secure the PTO that Mingyu and Seungcheol talked about a week ago back in the studio, happily weaving yourself into their tight unit pre-debut schedule to make this trip possible. Despite Mingyuâs descriptions of what you could have possibly been doing if they had you with them, your initial mental image of the trip is much simpler: you, alone, lounging in rented places while they vanish for hours on end to film endless content âout in the wildâ and only return for sleep. And it has been blissfully, utterly dismantled.
Instead, youâve become a permanent fixture on the periphery of their work, a cherished mascot. You tag alongâor rather, they drag you, refusing to leave you by yourself,âand to be honest, you love every minute of it. Itâs a unique kind of fun, seeing this side of their work, witnessing the transformation from your doting boyfriends into consummate professionals even if the concept of their shoots is entirely relaxed and candid, very real and loose instead of strictly staged. But their professional demeanour is constantly punctuated by stolen moments meant just for you: a cheeky wink from Mingyu as he looks back over his shoulder between snapshots, a slow, secret smile from Seungcheol when he catches your eye across the beach. You make yourself useful, a part-time staff member of your own making, distributing cold water bottles to the crew or standing dutifully with a small fan, creating a merciful breeze for the two of them as they huddle over a monitor, reviewing the dayâs footage with critical eyes. Bumzu, their producer and, surprisingly, photographer for this album, seems to find your presence a source of amusement, his camera often swivelling to capture your candid interactions with them. He promises to send you the entire archive later for photo album memories.
Todayâs location is a stunning, sleek yacht. Itâs the wrap-up for a late-night shoot, the culmination of a long day spent mostly on the water. The boys have been filming material for the highlight medley, a ton of photos for the album photobook, teasers, and what seems like a million selfies for potential photocards. The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and sunscreen.
In-between the shoots throughout the day, you even managed to steal a moment for yourself, plunging into the shockingly clear, cool water for a swim or two, together with Mingyu and Seungcheol, the frantic energy of the day washing away in the gentle swell. Now, as the director calls, âThatâs a wrap!â you feel the collective sigh of relief from the crew. Youâre near the stern, carefully zipping up your bag after a final check, making sure no personal item gets left behind when you get back to the shore, when a warm presence materializes at your side.
You look up to find Seungcheol, his face softened in the ambient deck lighting, a tired but fond smile playing on his lips. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back. âDonât rush, princess,â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. âGyuâs currently bargaining with the team.â
You tilt your head, curiosity instantly piqued. âBargaining? What for?â
He just gives you that mysterious, dimpled smile that makes your stomach flutter, the one that promises a pleasant secret. âYouâll see.â
And indeed, you do. About five minutes later, you watch in bemused silence as the entire production teamâcamera operators, stylists, coordinators, even Bumzu with a knowing waveâfiles onto another, smaller yacht that had been shadowing you all day. The engine purrs to life, and soon, the vessel is carving a white path through the darkening water towards the distant, twinkling lights of the shore, leaving you, Seungcheol, and Mingyu in a sudden silence aboard your now-deserted yacht.
The quiet is immense, broken only by the gentle lap-lap of waves against the hull. You turn, looking between your two men. Mingyu is leaning against the railing, looking immensely pleased with himself, while Seungcheol watches you, his arms crossed, enjoying your confusion.
âWhat was that?â you finally ask, looking between their smug faces, your curiosity piqued to its absolute limit.
Mingyu pushes off the railing and strides over, his tall frame silhouetted against the indigo sky. âI may or may not have a licence to sail boats of this size,â he informs you, a puff of pride in his chest. âAnd I may or may not have convinced them that we are perfectly capable, responsible adults who will be just fine alone out here for a few more hours.â
Your jaw drops slightly. âA licence? Since when?â The question is automatic. When did he, amidst the relentless cycle of comebacks, practices, and tours, find the time to become certified to helm a yacht?
He just winks, tapping the side of his nose. âA man has to have his secrets. Question is for another day, baby. Right now.â He spreads his arms wide, encompassing the empty deck, the vast, star-dusted sky, the two of them. â...itâs just us.â
The implication sinks in, warm and thrilling. No crew, no managers, no cameras. No need to hold back a touch, a kiss, a lingering look. The freedom is as intoxicating as the tropical air. The three of you simply bask in it at first, collapsing onto the large, cushioned lounge on the deck. You settle naturally between them, Seungcheolâs arm slung around your shoulders, Mingyuâs hand finding yours, his fingers lacing through yours. You recount the funniest moments of the day, the minor mishaps, the stunning shots. The one Bumzu made after sunset, the guys wearing no makeup, hair wet, just sitting, Mingyu looking off into the distance and Seungcheol looking at the camera by his side. Your laughter rings out, clear and unselfconscious, carrying far through the night ocean air. The sky above is a deep velvet black, pierced by a million brilliant, sparkling stars, a celestial spectacle you never see in the city.
It starts slow, so insidious you almost miss the shift. Or perhaps your brain has become so attuned to their frequency, so wired to their presence, that it registers their touch as a fundamental, necessary constant, like breathing and therefore escapes your conscious attention. It begins with them lavishing their attention on you, their warm hands and big bodies sandwiching you in a cocoon of familiar heat, starved from a day of professional distance. Seungcheolâs hand strokes your arm, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin. Mingyu nuzzles into your hair, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.
âBeen wanting to do that all day,"â he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.
âWhich part?â you tease, tilting your head to give him better access. âThe nuzzling or the kissing?â
âAll of it,â Seungcheol answers for him, his voice a low hum against your other side. His hand slides from your arm to your waist, his palm a brand through the thin fabric of your dress. âEvery single touch. Every time I saw you laughing in the sun, I wanted to pull you into my arms and keep you there.â
The admission, spoken with such quiet intensity, sends a shiver down your spine. The dynamic shifts then, subtly but unmistakably. It doesnât happen often, this particular configuration, but you love it with fierce, secret joy when it doesâwhen Seungcheol and Mingyu let the last of their inhibitions fall away and pay deliberate, heated attention to each other, too. Mingyuâs head lifts, his eyes meeting Seungcheolâs over your head. The look that passes between them is charged, a silent conversation of raised eyebrows and slight, knowing smiles.
Somehow, the act of them both kissing and touching youâMingyuâs mouth on your neck, Seungcheolâs on your shoulderâbecomes the catalyst. You feel the shift in their posture, the way they lean into each other. And then Mingyu is leaning further over you, his hand coming up to cup Seungcheolâs jaw, and their mouths meet above you.
For a minute, you just watch from beneath, utterly awed. The sight of them together, the two most important men in your life, kissing with slow, building passion, is breathtakingly beautiful. Their profiles are outlined against the starry sky, the sounds of their soft, wet kisses mingling with the oceanâs rhythm. Itâs a rare and precious thing, this vulnerability between them.
But the awe soon gives way to a possessive, bratty streak. You squirm between them, a faux pout on your lips. âWell, this is just great,â you complain, your voice dripping with exaggerated hurt. âI come all this way, fly across an ocean, and now Iâm just a pillow while you two have all the fun. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered.â
Youâre being a brat, and youâre acutely aware of it. You donât mean a word of it, though a primal, greedy part of you always prefers the full, undivided weight of their attention. But they take the bait, just as you knew they would.
Mingyu breaks the kiss with Seungcheol, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he looks down at you. âIs that right, baby? Feeling ignored?â He pinches your side playfully.
Seungcheol chuckles, a deep, rich sound. âOur greedy little princess. Canât stand not being the absolute centre of attention for five seconds, can you?â His hand slides from your waist to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
âIt was more than five seconds!â you whine, arching into his touch even as you protest.
âAlright, alright,â Mingyu coos, his tone mock-soothing. âWe hear you. Donât we, hyung?â His eyes flick back to Seungcheol, and that unspoken understanding passes between them again. âWeâll give our needy girl exactly what she wants.â
What unfolds is a dizzying, intoxicating three-way street of shared pleasure. It becomes a lazy, heated rotation of lips and hands, a shared exploration where everyone gets a turn. Mingyu kisses you, deep and searching, while Seungcheolâs mouth finds the sensitive skin behind your ear. Then Seungcheol claims your lips, his kiss slower, more languid, as Mingyuâs hands roam over your body, rucking up the hem of your dress. You turn your head to capture Mingyuâs mouth again, your hand tangling in Seungcheolâs hair, pulling him closer to your neck. They kiss over you, around you, their hands occasionally brushing, tangling, as they focus on you, and then on each other, pulling you into their orbit until the lines between who is kissing whom beautifully blur.
Itâs you, inevitably, who breaks first, the building heat becoming an unbearable inferno. The playful teasing evaporates, replaced by a raw, desperate need. âPlease,â you gasp, breaking away from a searing kiss from Mingyu. Your hands fumble with the straps of your dress. âPlease, just fuck me. Right here. I need you both. Now.â
Seungcheolâs eyes darken, the playful glint replaced by deep hunger. âWho are we to deny our princess her pleasure?â he rasps, his voice gravelly with desire.
They move with coordinated efficiency specific to them, that always speaks of intimate familiarity. Your dress is peeled away, followed by your flimsy underwear. The warm night air kisses your bare skin, but itâs nothing compared to the heat radiating from their bodies as they crowd around you on the wide lounge. They work you up with a torturous, worshipful slowness. Mingyu settles between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs apart as he lowers his head, his tongue tracing a slow, devastating path up your inner thigh.
âSo pretty for us,â he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your aching core. âAll day, in that little dress, driving us insane.â
As his mouth finds you, hot and wet and perfect, you cry out, your back arching off the cushions. Seungcheol is there to catch you, cradling your head in his lap, his thumbs stroking your temples. âShhh, baby, just feel it,â he soothes, before leaning down to capture your mouth in a deep, swallowing kiss. His hands find your breasts, cupping and kneading them, his thumbs flicking over your peaked nipples until youâre writhing, trapped between the twin assaults of his hands and mouth and Mingyuâs masterful tongue. The puffs of his warm breath feather over your slick folds every time he detaches from your pussy for better inhales, his tongue wet and warm, licking and fucking into you, his lips kissing at your clit with slurping noises of someone whoâs been starving for a meal. Every sound he makes is breathless, husky. Mingyu is so pussy drunk he abandons any thought of speech, focusing on ravishing your weeping cunt.
âTastes so good, baby,â Mingyu finally groans against your core, the vibration shooting straight to your spine. âAll sweet and salty from the ocean.â
They edge you, repeatedly, cruelly, wonderfully. Just as you feel the coil of your orgasm tighten to a breaking point, Mingyu pulls away, blowing cool air on your sensitized flesh. You sob, a broken, frustrated sound.
âNot yet, sweetheart,â Seungcheol whispers against your lips. âWe decide when you cum.â
âPlease, Gyu, Cheol, I canâtââ you beg, your mind fracturing.
âLook at her,â Mingyu finally says, his voice thick with arousal as he looks up at Seungcheol. âSo desperate for it. Begging for our cocks like she canât live without them.â
âShe canât,â Seungcheol replies, his gaze locked on your tear-streaked face. âCan you, princess? You need us to feel complete, donât you?â
You can only nod, whimpers falling from your lips like prayers. Finally, they show mercy. Seungcheol shifts, laying you flat on your back on the cushions. Mingyu fiddles with his swim shorts and boxers, and rises above you, his cock, hard and leaking, nudging at your entrance. He doesnât push in immediately, just teases, smearing the precum over your clit, making you jolt.
âReady for me, baby?â he asks, his voice a low growl.
âYes! Please, Gyu, please!â
He sinks into you in one slow, inexorable thrust, filling you completely, his length kissing your cervix with a deep, familiar pressure that steals the air from your lungs. A broken cry is torn from your throat. Before you can even adjust, you feel Seungcheolâs hand on your cheek, gently turning your head. He also got rid of his clothes.
âOpen up, pretty girl,â he commands softly, his own thick, girthier cock nudging at your lips. âNeed this pretty mouth, too.â
You open willingly, and he pushes inside, the stretch of your jaw a sweet, familiar strain. He doesnât thrust, not yet, just lets you acclimatize to the feeling of him heavy on your tongue as Mingyu begins to move within you, setting a deep, rolling rhythm that rocks your entire body.
âThatâs it,â Seungcheol groans, his hand tangling in your hair. âSuch a good girl. Taking us so well.â
The praise is a catalyst. Mingyu picks up his pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the lapping waves. âFuck, youâre so tight, baby,â he grunts, his voice strained. âAlways so perfect for me. Milking my cock like you were made for it.â
Seungcheol begins to move then, a shallow thrust into your mouth. âYou were, werenât you? Made for us. Our perfect little fuck doll. Taking me so deep. Gagging on it so prettily for me.â
The filth, the praise, the overwhelming physical sensationâit all conspires to drag you under into that blissful, headspace where thought is impossible and there is only feeling. You are an instrument for their pleasure, and in yielding completely, you find your own. Your eyes roll back, tears of overstimulation and ecstasy leaking from the corners as they use you, their movements becoming less coordinated, more frantic.
In your trio, you have the least stamina, though it has improved dramatically over the course of dating these two virile men. But you are still the first to be fucked into a mindless, boneless state. Your whimpers become nonsensical, your body pliant and utterly spent. Just as you feel yourself about to tap out, a handâyouâre not sure whoseâgives your ass a sharp, stinging slap.
âNot yet,â Mingyu pants, his thrusts never faltering. âWeâre not done with you. You can take it. Youâre our good girl, our perfect cum dumpster, arenât you?â
The words, so crude and yet so right, send a fresh wave of heat through your exhausted body. Your own kinkâthe deep-seated desire to be used, cherished, and utterly ruined by themâignites, and you lean into the sensation, letting the last of your resistance melt away. You are theirs to use as they see fit.
You cum with a shattered, guttural scream around Seungcheolâs cock, your body convulsing violently, clamping down on Mingyuâs length. He groans, his rhythm stuttering but not stopping. âAgain,â he commands and begins pistoning violently into your stretched opening, his voice rough. âCome again for me, baby. Squeeze my cock just like that.â
He doesnât have to ask twice. A second in a row, sharper orgasm rips through you, leaving you boneless and sobbing, oversensitive and utterly spent.
On the opposite spectrum is Mingyu, a man of seemingly endless stamina. As you float in your pleasurable haze and Seungcheol, with a final, deep groan, spills down your throat, Mingyu is still hard and driving into you. Seungcheol pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily, and collapses beside you, one hand still possessively on your hip.
âYouâre a machine, Gyu,â he breathes, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as the younger man continues to pound into your oversensitive, clutching cunt.
âJust getting started, hyung,â Mingyu replies, a wicked, predatory gleam in his eyes. His attention shifts from your fucked-out mewling form to Seungcheol, who is lying on his back, chest heaving, undoubtedly growing drowsy in his post-orgasm lassitude.
You watch, your vision hazy, as Mingyu slowly, reluctantly, pulls out of you. A soft, bereft sound escapes your lips at the loss but your nervous system sings in relief shortly after. He doesnât go far. He crawls over to Seungcheol, his body a dark silhouette against the stars. He begins kissing along the older manâs powerful bodyâhis neck, his collarbones, the hard planes of his chestâhis hands rubbing over thick thighs and the round, firm curve of his ass.
âHyung,â Mingyu murmurs, his voice so low you can barely make it out over the blood roaring in your ears. âYou look so pretty like this. All laid out for me.â
Seungcheolâs eyes, which had been closed, flutter open, a faint blush spreading across his chest. He looks up at Mingyu, a complex mix of surrender and anticipation in his gaze. âYouâre insatiable,â he breathes, but thereâs no real protest in it. He knows whatâs coming. He allows it, welcomes it even, on these rare occasions.
âOnly for you two,â Mingyu replies, his hand slipping between Seungcheolâs legs, palming his spent cock, which already shows signs of stirring back to life under the expert attention. âLet me take care of you, hm? You did so well taking care of her.â
He leans down, capturing Seungcheolâs mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Itâs different from the one they shared earlier; this is all-consuming, possessive. You watch, your own haze clearing as a new, fascinating scene unfolds. Mingyu hovers over Cheol, nestled between his thighs. One hand slips down, and you watch with bated breath as Mingyu begins to fist both their cocks together, his large hand struggling to contain them both. The sight is profoundly lewd.
Seungcheol is moaning into the kiss, soft, sweet sighs that are unfairly pretty. âGyu... ahâŠâ His hips begin to buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.
âSee?â Mingyu whispers against his lips, his voice thick with triumph. âYouâre not done either. You just needed the right motivation.â
At this point, you are fully present, propped up on an elbow, watching them with rapt attention. Watching Seungcheol, your rock, your dependable man, submit to Mingyuâs ministrations is a beautiful, rare sight that never fails to make your heart clench and your core ache with fresh need. Your own hand slips between your legs, and you begin rubbing your swollen, oversensitive clit in slow, languid circles as you watch them pleasure each other.
Mingyu collects the bead of precum forming at Seungcheolâs tip and, without breaking eye contact with the older man, pushes his slick finger against the tight ring of muscle of his ass.
Seungcheolâs breath catches sharply, his body tensing for a moment before you watch him consciously force himself to relax, his head falling back against the cushion. His own hand comes down to join Mingyuâs, slowly pumping and twisting their shafts together.
âRelax, hyung,â Mingyu coos, working him open with one finger, then carefully adding a second. âIâve got you.â
He removes his fingers, the intrusion gone, and spits into his palm before slicking up his own impressive length. He aligns himself with Cheolâs entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the pucker. âReady?â
Seungcheol nods, his jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut. âYeah. Do it. Slowly.â
Mingyu begins to press inside, a slow, relentless invasion. The older man keens, a high, breathy sound youâve rarely heard, and arches his back off the lounge, his knuckles white where he grips the cushions. On some primal, sympathetic instinct, you whimper and arch your own back, your fingers working faster on your clit, as if it were you being stretched and filled in that moment. The sensation is electric, a direct line from the sight of them to your throbbing core.
Your mewling catches their attention. Seungcheolâs eyes, bleary and heavy-lidded with pleasure, find yours. He reaches out a trembling hand, pulling on your elbow.
âCome here,â he rasps, his voice wrecked. âNeed you closer.â
You move willingly, but itâs not enough for them. In a coordinated, effortless movement that speaks of their shared intent, they manhandle you. Mingyu, still sheathed deep within Seungcheol, helps guide you on top of the older man. You end up lying flush on top of Seungcheolâs chest, his arms coming around to secure you in a tight, sweaty embrace. His skin is sticky with dried sweat and warm, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear.
And then Mingyu, who is now behind both of you on his knees, takes Seungcheolâs newly hardened shaft and guides it to your already dripping, oversensitive entrance.
âTake him, baby,â Mingyu grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
You wriggle and sink down onto Seungcheol, a shared, guttural moan tearing from both your throats in unison. He feels immense inside you, the feeling amplified by the knowledge that Mingyu is buried inside him. And then Mingyu finally begins to move, pounding into Seungcheolâs ass with deep, powerful thrusts.
Each of Mingyuâs thrusts jolts Seungcheolâs body, which in turn makes his cock thrust up into you, even if itâs just a half-inch. Itâs a chain reaction of pleasure, a filthy, perfect loop. Youâre too worn out to move on top of Cheol, so you simply cockwarm him, letting the external forces (Mingyuâs powerful thrusts) move you both. It proves to be more than enough. Mingyu has the two of you making the lewdest symphony of soundsâyou, with your quiet, overwhelmed sighs and mewls; Seungcheol, with his breathy, high-pitched whimpers and broken moans as Mingyu relentlessly assaults his prostate.
âYou like that, hyung? You like being fucked while youâre inside our princess? Feeling me in your ass?â Mingyu pants, his voice a dark thread of dominance weaving through your shared ecstasy.
âAnd you,â he degrades, his tone possessive and adoring all at once. âJust lying there, taking his cock so nicely. Our perfect, lazy girl. Using hyungâs dick to get yourself off without even moving.â He delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your ass, the sound cracking in the night air. You cry out, the pain-pleasure sparking through your system.
He somehow manages to reach down and pinch one of Seungcheolâs nipples, hard, making the older man jolt and let out a choked sob. âLook at the two of you. Both so fucked out and stupid on my cock. Youâre just my little sluts, arenât you? Made for each other, made for me.â
âPlease,â Seungcheol begs, his composure utterly shattered. âGyu, please, Iâmâ I canâtââ
âCanât what, hyung?â Mingyu taunts, driving into him harder, faster. âCanât take it? Or canât stop? You want to come, donât you? You want to fill our girl up while Iâm filling you?â
âYes! God, yes!â Seungcheol sobs, his arms tightening around you like vices. You feel his cock begin to pulse inside you, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm.
The sight of Seungcheolâs completely wrecked, tear-streaked face, the sounds of his unabashed pleading, and the feel of him swelling within you is the final push you need. Your own orgasm crashes over you, a silent, convulsing wave that has you clenching around him, your vision spotting as you silently gasp. Seungcheol follows with a broken shout, his release hot and deep inside you as his body arches violently beneath you. The feeling of his climax triggers Mingyuâs own; with a final, brutal thrust and a guttural roar that seems to shake the very yacht, he stills, pouring his own release into Seungcheolâs depths.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of three sets of lungs gasping for air, the ragged harmony of your collective completion. Then, carefully, Mingyu pulls out and collapses beside the two of you on the spacious lounge, creating a hot, sweaty, spent heap of tangled limbs on the deck.
In the ensuing silence, broken only by the gentle ocean and your slowing breaths, you are in your happiest place. Seungcheol rolls you both over on the side and you end up sandwiched between them, him at your front, still sheathed inside you, and Mingyu a solid line of heat at your back, you feel peace so profound it borders on spiritual. You lift your head weakly and begin to litter Seungcheolâs chest and jaw with soft, reverent kisses as he floats down from his intense subspace.
âYou were so good, Cheollie,â you murmur against his skin. âSo beautiful.â
Mingyuâs arm wraps around both of you, his hand stroking Seungcheolâs hair. âHe really was, wasnât he? Our hyung. Letting go so prettily for us.â
Seungcheol flusters underneath the praise, a shy, dimpled smile gracing his kiss-swollen lips. He tries to hide his face in your hair, but you gently coax him out, kissing his eyelids.
âDonât hide,â you whisper. âWe love you like this. We love all of you.â
He finally stills, accepting the adoration because he knowsâand there is no point in hiding it from either of youâhow much he craves this specific, vulnerable attention and praise, every word of it. He preens under it, his body relaxing completely, safe and adored in the circle of your shared, boundless love. The three of you lie there, under the starry sky, a perfect, sated, and unbreakable tangle, the yacht rocking you gently as you drift together in the aftermath.
âLetâs rest for a bit and then Iâll get us back to the shore,â Mingyu mumbles and the two of you hum in agreement.
The vibrant, sun-drenched memories of Hawaii feel a world away. Los Angeles unfolds in a different paletteâa sprawling metropolis of cool greys, shimmering glass, and relentless sunshine that highlights the frantic energy of your current location. The photoshoots were one thing; you had loved every minute of those first few days in LA. The concept was pretty simple: two young best friends living their best life. You had happily trailed behind the crew, a silent, smiling spectator as they captured Seungcheol and Mingyu playing pool in a dimly lit bar, their competitive banter echoing in the quiet space. Youâd watched them jog along the shoreline in Santa Monica, the early morning light catching the sweat on their temples, their laughter carried away by the ocean breeze. Youâd even been in the car, crammed into the backseat by Bumzuâs side as he took shots of the carefree drive in the rented Ford Mustang, the wind whipping through their hair as they sang along to the radio. It was authentic, lighthearted and fun, and you felt included in their bubble of silly, effortless camaraderie.
But that bubble has well and truly burst today.
The day of the music video shoot arrives, and if the photoshoots were a celebration of their friendship, this feels like its antithesis. At least to you. You understand the concept intellectually. You understand that everyone here, from the director to the dancers, is a consummate professional doing a job. The logic is sound, a cold, hard fact in your mind.
Yet, it does nothing to quell the irrational, primal jealousy that simmers deep in your bones, a low-grade fever of possession as you watch the actresses interact with your boyfriends. The entire shoot happens in the harsh, revealing light of a downtown LA street, making every touch, every glance, feel uncomfortably real.
You donât like the scene where Mingyu, styled as a devastatingly handsome office worker, strides down the sidewalk, engrossed in his phone. A woman stands by the wall, watching him walk by, but the next frame her fingers are curling around his forearm and yanking him off screen, into the suggestive shadow of a nearby alley. When he reappears for the next shot, his hair artfully ruffled, his tie askew courtesy stylists, a dazed confused expression on his face, your stomach clenches.
Itâs just an innuendo, you tell yourself, forcing a slow breath. Nothing actually happened. Mingyu didnât even do anything. Itâs only implied. You mentally file the scene away, trying to bury the unease. And after some time it does go away.
You hate the next sequence even more. Seungcheol, looking impossibly cool in baggy jean shorts and a jacket, leans against a lamppost, the picture of casual anticipation. A car rolls up, driven by another stunning woman with a cascade of tight curls. He flashes that heart-stopping, gummy smile and hops in. The shots of them driving off are brief; the interior frames are captured later in a stationary car against a green screen. Heâs not doing much, just experimenting with different expressionsâa shy glance, a playful smirkâdirected at her profile. Youâre almost ready to let it go, to chalk it up to the job, when he reaches out. His fingers, the same ones that trace your spine with such reverence, gently brush a stray curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The gesture is both simple and meaningless, and at the same time too intimate, tender. Your eye twitches, a barely perceptible tick, and you have to look away.
But most of all, you despise the club scene.
Theyâve transformed a vacant warehouse into a pulsating nightclub, complete with strobe lights and a haze of artificial fog. And in the center of it all are Mingyu and Seungcheol, dressed in straight-leg jeans and simple white sleeveless tops that showcase the powerful, familiar lines of their arms and shoulders. They look so fucking hot it physically hurts, and you despise that their smoldering looks and and heart-stopping smiles are directed at women assigned to play the part in this scene.
You watch, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as they flirt and dance for the cameras. The director yells cues, the music thrums, and you feel yourself shrinking. Your last thread of composure snaps during a wide shot of the âclubâ crowd. Seungcheol is facing one of the lead dancers, their bodies close in the simulated crush of the dancefloor. Her hand lands flat on his pec, her fingers splaying over the firm muscle. She doesnât just leave it there; she traces a light, lingering circle, her smile a flash of white in the strobing red light.
Ironically, the lighting in the room is a hellish, pulsating red, and red is all you see. A hot, sharp wave of pure territorial fury washes over you. You almost lurch forward, the words, Get your fucking hands off him, a silent growl in your throat. You bite the inside of your cheek until you taste copper, forcing yourself to breathe deeper, to remember the script, the professionalism, the fact that this is their moment, not yours for a messy, emotional scene.
You donât say a word. You simply shut down. Itâs not a punitive silent treatmentâthey donât deserve that. Rather, itâs a retreat, a necessary withdrawal. You understand, with painful clarity, that your jealousy is stupid. Baseless. And yet, you canât help the possessiveness flaring like a fever. They are yours. The thought is primal, undeniable. You donât like anyone touching them in any remotely real way, especially when itâs not even a formal dance choreography where contact would be a logical, expected requirement.
You stay silent, plastered against a far wall, hoping the corrosive feeling will burn itself out by the end of the long, exhausting day.
It doesnât go unnoticed.
The car ride back to the rented villa in the Hollywood Hills is steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the manager discussing the next dayâs schedule. You stare out the window at the blur of neon, feeling hollowed out.
Once youâre inside the spacious, cool villa, the manager departs mumbling something about needing a short break before the last content shoot for the day. The moment the door clicks shut, the atmosphere shifts. Seungcheol turns to you, his eyes soft with concern.
âOkay, talk to us,â he says, his voice gentle but firm. He steps closer, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. âYouâve been especially quiet since the club set. Whatâs going on in that head of yours, princess?â
You shake your head, avoiding his gaze. âItâs nothing, Cheol. Really. Iâm just tired. It was a long day.â
Mingyu comes up behind you, his large hands settling on your shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. âThatâs not your âIâm tiredâ face, baby. Thatâs your âIâm upset and Iâm trying not to show itâ face. We have a PhD in reading you, remember?â
âIâm fine,â you insist, your voice tighter than you intended. âYou both did great today. Itâs going to look amazing.â
They exchange a look over your headâa silent, knowing conversation. Seungcheol sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. âOkay. If you say so. But weâre here when youâre ready to talk, yeah?â
You nod and they donât press further, granting you a temporary reprieve. You use the opportunity to retreat, mumbling about needing to freshen up before escaping to the sanctuary of your shared bedroom.
For a couple of hours, you lie in the dim silence, the dayâs images playing on a torturous loop behind your eyelids. The anger has faded, leaving behind a dull, aching vulnerability. The sound of their muffled laughter from the living room eventually ceases. The villa falls into a deep, California-night quiet.
Itâs only then, wrapped in the lingering scent of their colognes on the pillows, that you finally feel the walls around your heart crack. You need them. Not to accuse, not to fight, just to be near them. To be reminded of whatâs real.
The villa is vast and silent, a striking contrast to the chaotic energy of the day. The cool, polished concrete floors feel soothing under your bare feet as you pad through the dimly lit hallways. The sound of low, rhythmic grunts and the clanking of metal guides you, a sirenâs call pulling you towards the home gym. You find them there, drenched in the bright lighting that seems to worship every sculpted line of their bodies.
You stop in the doorway, leaning against the frame, content for a moment just to watch. They are in their element again, but this is a different kind of performanceâraw, unfiltered, and entirely for themselves. Their manager is with them, phone in hand, circling them and snapping photos as they move through their routine. Seungcheol is flat on a bench press, the heavy bar laden with plates straining upwards with each controlled push, the cords in his neck standing out in sharp relief. Mingyu spots him, his hands hovering near the bar, his own biceps bulging with latent strength, his focus absolute.
Mingyu notices you first, his eyes flickering to the doorway. A sheen of sweat glistens on his temple. He doesnât break character, but a subtle, warm light ignites in his gaze. Seungcheol, following his line of sight after racking the weight with a final, guttural exhale, offers you a small, breathless smile.
You gesture with a hand for them to continue, slipping into the room and moving like a ghost around the perimeter, careful to stay out of the cameraâs frame. The manager gives you a brief, professional nod before refocusing on his task.
âGetting some content for the AirBNB promotion,â Mingyu explains between sets, his chest heaving. âYou know, making the gym look good.â
You canât help the soft laugh that escapes you. âThis is the strangest AirBNB advertisement Iâve ever seen. Do they usually feature residents who look like they could be on the cover of Menâs Health?â
âThey should,â Seungcheol rumbles, sitting up and grabbing his water bottle. He takes a long swallow, and you watch, mesmerized, as his throat works. âIt would improve their booking rates.â
The sight of them like this is... ungodly. Youâve never accompanied them to a gym, staunchly refusing the very notion of voluntary suffering. Your exposure to their fitness rituals has been limited to the occasional smug mirror selfie or a short, breathless video clip. But thisâthis live, visceral performance of strength and discipline is something else entirely. The way their muscles bunch and strain under slick skin, the focused intensity in their eyes, the raw, physical power on displayâitâs a potent aphrodisiac, and you feel a familiar, warm coil of desire tightening low in your belly. All you can see are the defined arcs of their biceps and the carved slabs of their shoulders, but itâs more than enough to turn you on, effectively scrambling the lingering bitterness from the afternoon.
The manager leaves soon after, offering a wave before disappearing, leaving the three of you alone in the sweat-scented, metallic air. You settle on a nearby padded bench, tucking your legs beneath you, as the two of them continue their sets for a while longer. The room is filled with the sounds of their effort: the sharp exhales, the low grunts, the weight stacks clinking with each repetition. Itâs a symphony of brutal physical exertion.
Itâs Mingyu who finally breaks the comfortable silence, the one that had allowed the unspoken tension from earlier to simmer just beneath the surface. He finishes a set of curls, dropping the dumbbells with a heavy thud on the mat, and turns to you, his expression softening from workout focus to gentle concern.
âAlright, baby,â he says, swiping a forearm across his brow. âThe managerâs gone. You want to tell us what really had you so quiet after the shoot?â
You try to pivot, the deflection now more of a worn-out reflex than your actual intention. âI told you, it was just a long day. Iâm tired.â
But they know you. They know the landscape of your moods better than they know their own choreography. Seungcheol, who had been quietly observing while towelling off his neck, finally speaks. His voice is low, a statement of fact devoid of any accusation, yet it lands with the weight of a verdict.
âSomeone was jealous.â
Itâs not a question. You freeze, your carefully constructed facade crumbling in an instant. Your silence and the tell-tale heat flooding your cheeks seem to confirm everything he already knew. He looks at you, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. You donât like it when Seungcheol smirks like that. Itâs a prelude. It means heâs either about to be a delightful little shit, or you are just moments away from being thoroughly punished for your transgressions. Or, as is often the case, both.
And of course, he chooses the path of maximum effect, starting with a taunt delivered in a voice laced with honey. âOur tough, independent girl, getting all worked up over a few scripted scenes.â His Leo ass loves thisâadores being the absolute centre of your universe, the focal point of any extreme emotion, especially those that prove, in no uncertain terms, how deeply you care. Even the messy, irrational ones like jealousy donât offend him; they fuel him.
This is where their approaches diverge. Mingyu, you know, will find the possessiveness hot to a degreeâthe fire in his eyes confirms thatâbut his primary instinct will always be to reassure, to comfort, to smother you in affection until the insecurity vanishes. But tonight, Seungcheol is leading. His energy is dominant, playful, and predatory, and Mingyu, sensing the shift, happily falls in line as his lieutenant.
Which means you now have two incredibly muscular, sweaty, and intensely focused men closing in on you, their presence shrinking the room. Itâs thrilling to the point you hold your breath, eyes widening as you watch them. They cage you in on the bench, their teasing half-mean, half-affectionate.
âLet me guess,â Seungcheol murmurs, bracing a hand on something behind you, his face inches from yours. âYou didnât like it when that actress dragged Gyu into the alley.â
âWhat? Why would I? It was only implied,â you protest, your voice rising an octave despite your efforts to sound calm.
âAnd what about hyung, princess?â Mingyu chimes in from your other side, his breath warm on your neck. âDid you not like his car ride scene?â
You glare at him for reminding you, then turn your ire back to Seungcheol. âActually, youâre right, I didnât! You were the worst! Smiling at her like that... and then you... you touched her hair!â The accusation comes out in a frustrated, breathless rush.
Seungcheolâs smirk only widens. âAh, so that was it. The hair.â He shares a triumphant look with Mingyu, who looks unfairly pleased to have been deemed âmostly innocentâ.
âItâs your fault,â you insist, bickering back, though you know youâre fighting a losing battle. âBoth of you! Flirting and dancing... and that woman in the club, her hand was all over you, Cheol!â
But your arguments are inevitably losing their steam because they start playing dirty. Seungcheolâs hand, the one not supporting his weight, comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip. Mingyuâs fingers find the bare skin of your waist under your t-shirt, drawing slow, distracting circles. Their touches are deliberate, intimate, and designed to disarm.
âWeâre just professionals doing our job, baby,â Mingyu murmurs, his lips ghosting over your shoulder. âYou said so yourself.â
âBut,â Seungcheol continues, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, âthe fact that you got so jealous... that you thought we could ever look at anyone the way we look at youâŠâ He tsks softly in disapproval, shaking his head. âThatâs a lack of faith, donât you think, Gyu?â
âA serious offence,â Mingyu agrees, his hand sliding further up your ribcage, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shudder, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.
Youâre losing your train of thought, the words theyâre saying becoming a distant murmur under the quiet line of ringing in your ears. All you can focus on is the heat of their bodies, the scent of their sweat, the possessive weight of their hands.
Seungcheol begins musing aloud, his tone deceptively light. âThe question is, what do we do about this? Punishment for not communicating your feelings? For letting that pretty little head of yours spin out of control instead of just talking to us?â
Mingyu hums in agreement, his other hand landing on your thigh, squeezing gently. âPunishment seems fitting. She did give us the silent treatment. And we had to worry.â
Their hands become more reckless, more daring. Mingyu palms you through your shorts, a firm pressure that makes you gasp. Seungcheol captures the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply, messily, until youâre clinging to his shoulders for balance. They have successfully worked you up to a state of desperate, pliant arousal, where prideâand even more so feminismâis a forgotten concept and all you want is their approval, their touch, their forgiveness.
âPlease,â you finally whimper, breaking the kiss, your forehead resting against his. âDonât... donât punish me. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, Iâll tell you everything next time, I promise.â The words tumble out in a rushed, pleading stream. âIâll do anything.â
They both still, and you can feel their shared, triumphant delight vibrating in the air. They absolutely adore how easy you are for them, how completely you unravel under their combined attention.
âWell,â Seungcheol says, his voice warmly condescending and rough with desire, âsince youâre asking so prettilyâŠâ
In a fluid, coordinated motion, they manhandle you. Seungcheol sits back on the narrow pressing bench you just occupied, and Mingyu guides you down until youâre on your knees between the olderâs spread thighs. The cool gym mat is a stark contrast to the feverish heat of your skin.
"Take them off," Seungcheol orders, his gaze dark and unwavering.
Your fingers, trembling slightly, hook into the waistband of his gym shorts and the boxer briefs beneath. You tug them down his powerful thighs, and his cock springs free, already thick and heavy, twitching as it grows to its full, imposing erection. Beside you, Mingyu pulls his own shorts down just enough, fisting his length with a slow, lazy stroke as he watches you.
You donât need another command. You lean forward, your hair brushing against Seungcheolâs inner thighs. You start by nuzzling his ballsâbreathing him inâand sucking each one gently into your mouth, earning a sharp, guttural groan from above. You then lick a flat, wet stripe from his base all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. You start slow, building a rhythm, sucking and licking while your hand works the base.
Soon, it becomes a coordinated dance between the two of them. You move from one to the other, taking Mingyu into your mouth while your hand continues to work on Seungcheol, then swapping, fisting and sucking them interchangeably. They moan and grunt above you, their praises a heady cocktail of filth and affection.
âSuch a good mouth for us, baby.â
âLook at her, hyung. So greedy for it.â
âTake me deeper, pretty girl. Thatâs it.â
You want to taste them, to feel them spill down your throat, but they have a different plan. Just as you feel Seungcheolâs muscles begin to tense, on the precipice, he stills you with a hand in your hair. âEnough,â he rasps.
Before you can process the denial, they are pulling you up to your feet, your legs wobbly. Your shorts and underwear are tugged off in one swift, efficient motion, leaving you exposed and aching. You donât know how they communicate without words, but an obvious understanding passes between them. Mingyu goes to sit on a nearby horizontal bench attached to a cable machine, spreading his legs. Seungcheol manoeuvres you to face him, his hands on your hips guiding you to straddle his lap on the narrow bench.
In one smooth, brutal thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside your awaiting, dripping core. You cry out, the feeling of being so suddenly filled stealing your breath.
He lands a sharp, stinging slap on your asscheek, the sound echoing in the quiet gym. âYou want to cum? Then bounce on it, bunny. Work for it.â
âCheol, I canâtâ the bench is tooâ" you try to argue, but he cuts you off.
âNow. Or this stops.â
Your blood grows cold for a split second. Knowing Seungcheol he had no difficulty changing his mind and doing back to dishing out punishment instead. So you oblige, your hands braced on his sweaty shoulders, lifting yourself and sinking down, setting a shaky, desperate rhythm. He groans, his head falling back, his arms leaning back to support himself as you ride him.
âFuck, look at her,â Mingyu comments from his bench, his hand still stroking his own length as he watches, enraptured. âSo pretty when sheâs being used.â
Seungcheol joins in, his voice a ragged whisper. âOur jealous little slut. Is this what you needed? To be reminded who you belong to?â
His words, combined with the overwhelming sensations, push you closer to the edge. But just as you feel your climax building, his hands find your hips, stilling your movements and ruining the buildup, leaving you whimper in frustration. Then, he takes over, bouncing you on his cock with a brutal, piston-like rhythm, using your body like a fleshlight to chase his own release. Itâs raw and primal, him fucking up into you, his grip bruising-tight, until your name leaves him in a breathless whiny grunt, his body seizing as he empties himself deep inside you in hot, pulsing waves. He continues to fuck you through it, his movements becoming jerky, until he finally stills, panting heavily.
He leans back carefully on the narrow bench, dragging your limp, oversensitive body down with him to lie against his chest. Youâre a breath away from your own orgasm, teetering on the edge, frustrated and whimpering.
This is when Mingyu moves. He comes up behind you, his large hands spreading your cheeks. Without a word, he guides himself to your already stretched, slick entrance, and with a single, relentless thrust, he pushes in, filling you alongside Seungcheol.
The double stretch is immense, breathtaking. Seungcheol hisses beneath you, his oversensitive cock twitching violently inside you at the new, overwhelming pressure. The feeling of being impossibly full, combined with the friction on your clit from being pressed so tightly against Seungcheolâs pelvis, is your final undoing.
You shatter. A broken, sobbing scream is torn from your throat as you cream all over them both, your inner walls clenching and fluttering around them in sporadic, uncontrollable waves. The intense contractions are almost enough to tip Mingyu over the edge, but he manages to hold on, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that fucks you right into overstimulation. Every drag of his cock is agony and ecstasy, and it drags Seungcheol along for the ride, his own moans turning into pained, wanton curses as his oversensitive head is stimulated beyond bearing.
âF-fuck... Gyu... ah, god!â Seungcheol chokes out, his fingers digging into your hips.
Youâre a writhing, mewling mess between them, lost in a haze of pleasure-pain, until Mingyu finally stills with a guttural roar, flooding your inner walls with his release, mixing it with Seungcheolâs and your own. He pumps into you a few last, languid thrusts before collapsing over your back, his weight a comforting, solid presence.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of ragged breathing and the hum of the gymâs ventilation. You are boneless, completely spent. Beneath you, Seungcheol looks absolutely fucked stupid, his eyes glazed over, his body limp with oversensitivity. You wonder faintly if the intense, prolonged stimulation forced a dry orgasm from him.
Mingyu leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder blade through the damp fabric of your t-shirt. He lets out a low, breathless snicker, his gaze fixed on the elder's devastated state.
âSee, hyung?â he taunts gently, his voice rough with spent passion. âMaybe next time our baby gets jealous, we shouldnât tease her and just reassure her instead. Looks like it backfired on you.â
Seungcheol can only manage a weak, protesting grunt, his arms tightening around you, his lips finding your hair in a weak, tender kiss. And basking in the afterglow, crushed between the two men who own every part of you, the green-eyed monster of jealousy feels like a distant, foolish joke. You are theirs, and they have never been more yours.
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him being so rough but the aftercare would be so cute and sweet đ he likes his girl bratty but it's his fault bc he spoils them like crazy to begin with that they can't help but act upđ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł
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Youâre ignoring Choi Seungcheol.
Itâs a dangerous game, you know that, but the threat looming around the corner does nothing to scare you. If anything, it excites you. The thought of Seungcheolâs patient facade crumbling from your rage-baiting has you reeling, internally giggling and kicking your feet as you think of what could follow his eventual snap.
Since this morning, youâve done nothing but test his patience. From avoiding his kisses to giving him snippy answers, youâve pulled out every single bratty move from your little playbook just to express how upset you were.
In your defense, he had it coming! He had ignored your calls all night because he was out drinking with Mingyuâfuck him for dragging your boyfriend, reallyâand he had the audacity to come home handsy and wasted like he wasnât ignoring you the entire night. Itâs only made worse when you saw Mingyuâs Instagram stories this morning, pictures from last night full of him and Seungcheol throwing back shots with women eyeing them hungrily in the background.
Sure, they were just looking, but fuck them for looking at your boyfriend like theyâd let him hit, and fuck your boyfriend for looking so ridiculously good that he had these women chasing after him.
So yeah, he deserves it.
(You know youâre being petty.)
âBabe, do you want fried rice or just regular rice?â Seungcheol asks as he steps out of the kitchen and walks to the living room where youâre seated. His voice is still soft, still patient, but it does nothing to please you. In fact, his loving tone and soft gaze despite all the attitude youâve been giving only makes you even more pissed.
You look up from your phone momentarily, barely giving the man attention as you scoff, âDo whatever you want.â
You donât miss the way anger flashes on Seungcheolâs face before heâs slapping a tight smile on top of it. âSpecial fried rice for my special girl then.â
âYou do that for all your girls?â You spit out petulantly.
âOnly the ones I love,â Seungcheol says in a deceptively sweet tone as he squats down in front of you. âTalk to me, baby. Youâve been mean to me this entire morning, and I donât know whyââ
âGo ask the girls in the bar, maybe theyâll know,â You say with a roll of your eye. Itâs petty, you know that, but you like being petty. You think this is Seungcheolâs karma for being so short with his friends: getting a rage-baiting brat for a girlfriend.Â
âYah, is that why youâve been giving me attitude?â Seungcheol asks, and you can hear the frustration starting to bleed into his tone. âBaby, I didnât even talk to any of them. Mingyu was the one interacting with them, I swear.â
âAh, so they got that close to you?â You raise a brow. âMight as well just fuck them, no? I feel sorry for them though. There isnât much to feel with that smallââ
Youâre quick to shut your mouth and set your phone down when you hear Seungcheol click his tongue.
The look in his eyes is dark, dangerous, and you realize that youâve pushed him to where you wanted him. However, judging by the tick in his jaw and the sharpness of his usually soft eyes, you think you may have overshot.
âSmall what, baby?â Seungcheol asks, and you know with every fiber of your being that itâs a trick question. A trap. âGo on. You had so much to say, no? Donât let me stop you.â
Like the thrill-seeking brat you are, you do. âI said I feel sorry them for because there isnât much to feel with that small dick of yoursââ
Your words are cut off when Seungcheol roughly grabs your cheeks with a hand, your lips jutting out as he gives your face a rough, loving squeeze.Â
âLetâs see just how small my dick is then.â Itâs the only warning you get before Seungcheol shoving your face aside and rising to his feet, eyes dark as he looks down at you. âYou have three seconds to tap out of this.â
You donât miss a beat as you rub at your throbbing cheeks, eyes full of challenge as you hiss, âDo your worst, asshole.â
âYouâre so fucking mouthy today, huh?â Seungcheol spits out angrily as he pushes his bottoms down.
The sight of Seungcheolâs hard cock greets you, the tip red, angry, and oozing as Seuncheol squeezes himself at the base.Â
Fuck, you canât wait to gag on it.
âOpen,â Seungcheol commands, tapping the tip of his cock onto your lips, but you keep your lips pursed despite the urge to lick the pre-cum left behind on your lips. If he wanted your obedience, heâd have to earn it. âDid you not hear me? Open.â
With a roll of your eyes, you scoff, âMake meââ
Your words are cut off when Seungcheol shoves two fingers in your mouth, pressing harshly on your tongue until youâre gagging on his digits with teary eyes. Fuck, that so mean, but it only had you wetter, hungrier. It had your brain fuzzing, your heart racing, and your core tingling.
When he pulls his fingers, youâre quick to gasp, coughing and wheezing violently as you try to fill your lungs with air.
âOkay, baby, letâs try that again,â Seungcheol says in a deceptively sweet tone as he brushes his thumb over your lower lip. âOpen.â
Before you can stop yourself, your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the manâs thumb as you open your mouth.
Seungcheol groans at your actions approvingly, a rough hand brushing your hair back as he guides the tip of his cock onto your awaiting tongue, âThatâs better.â
A whine leaves your throat when you feel his cock hit your tongue, your boyfriend lecherously tapping and dragging it over the slimy appendage. The taste, the action, has your rolling your eyes back, desperate sighs falling from your lips as you try to get more of him into your mouth.
Seungcheol doesnât let you though, hand pushing at your forehead to ensure that you only have access to the head.
âJust the tip, baby,â Seungcheol says, and the words have you whining, pleading. âSince youâve kept up with my small dick for so long, youâll probably be fine just sucking on this, no?â
âWant your cock, please,â You plead, hands coming up to dig your nails into the manâs thighs.
âYou are getting it, babyââ
âAll of it,â You whine out petulantly. If you werenât so eager to have this manâs dick in your throat, youâd think youâd be more ashamed of your desperate tone. âCheol, please.â
âNo, youâre only getting the tip,â Seungcheol says. âIf youâre not happy with that then we can end it here.â
You glare at the man, but he only stares at you, brow raised as if heâs waiting for you to complain, to bite back angrily at the deprivation. Itâs not an empty threat. Because you may be a brat, but Seungcheolâs the worst brat tamer. That man had a level of self-control that you both loved and loathed because his punishments were effective.
Fuck him, really.
Not wanting to have the little privilege youâve been given taken away, youâre quick to huff and start sucking. Thereâs a frown on your face as you do it, your brows furrowed angrily as you wrap your lips around the head of Seungcheolâs cock.
Seungcheol, like the asshole he is, only grins, throwing his head back and moaning for good measure as you suck and lick at the little taste of cock he was offering you.Â
You hate this, hate that Seungcheol isnât fucking your throat open, hate that your eyes arenât watering, hate that you arenât gagging and struggling to fit all of him in your tiny throatâ
A satisfied moan leaves your throat when Seungcheolâs hips buck involuntarily, the action giving you more cock to work with, more cock to suck on.
Before Seungcheol can even withdraw, youâre lunging forward and taking him in as far as your throat would allow.Â
Fucking finally, you think.
Your boyfriend groans and swears as you continue to suck, lick, and bob on his cock like fiend, but he doesnât pull out, doesnât take it back.
âFuck, youâre so desperate,â Seungcheol hisses as he raises both hands to guide your pace. The gentleness of his touch is a stark contrast to the harshness of his words. âYou want my cock that badly, baby? Want me all the way down your throat?
You canât nod, canât speak, so the only thing you do is moan around his cock approvingly.
Seungcheol groans at the sensation, cock now stroking in and out of your mouth like heâs fucking pussy. The slow drag has you feeling every single inch, every single vein. Seungcheolâs using your throat freely, and while there were people who would find that degrading, you only find yourself getting more addicted to the man.
A particularly deep thrust has you gagging, tears pooling in your lashes as you clutch onto the meat of Seungcheolâs thighs to ground yourself and regain your breathing.
âWhy are you gagging, baby?â Seungcheol coos, and the prick only drives his cock deeper until youâre choking and slapping at his thighs. When he pulls his cock out, youâre only given a second to regain your breath before heâs plunging it back in. âI thought you said my dick was small? This should be easy for a slut like you, no?â
That was so fucking degrading.
(It only makes you crave him more.)
Tired of edging himself, Seungcheol is quick to steady your head in his grip and fuck.
Heâs merciless, pace rough and cock hard as he violates your mouth the way he would your cunt. Thereâs no regard for you at all, and you think heâs only this confident because he knows youâll stop the scene if you really wanted to.
But until he feels the three taps on his skin, you know he isnât stopping.
âFuck, your throatâs so tight,â Seungcheol hisses through gritted teeth as his pace starts becoming unruly, the measured rhythm slowly disappearing as he approaches his high. âYou like sucking cock, brat? Like having your mouth fucked like itâs your pussyâfuck, donât moan like that unless you want me to bust in your throat, baby.â
Completely opposite to what your boyfriend asks of you, you moan and whine around his cock, hands coming up to grip at his ass in case he decides to deprive you of his cum at the last minute.
You refused to let him deny you again.
âBrat,â Seungcheol groans as he continues to fuck your face. âGuzzle on my cum then, slut.â
A high-pitched keen leaves your mouth as Seungcheol shoots his cum down your throat. The familiar taste has you moaning, swallowing it all down eagerly when Seungcheol pulls his cock out to release more of his spunk on your face.
Eager for more, you stick your tongue out, and you feel your pussy throb when you feel the sticky liquid roll slowly down your cheeks, chin, and mouth.
Without warning, Seungcheol grabs the phone you dropped onto the couch before pointing the camera straight at your face that was painted white with his release.
âSmile, baby.â
And smile you do, your grin only growing wider when Seungcheol rests his heavy cock on your face and snaps multiple pictures until heâs satisfied.
When Cheol sets the phone down, you quickly tap his thigh to get his attention. âBabe, can you get me tissue? I need to wipe this off.â
âTissue?â Seungcheol scoffs as heâs tugging at the waistband of your shorts. âWho said we were done, baby?â
â
Itâs too deep.Â
Your hamstrings are crying from how far Seungcheolâs pushing them back to fold you in half on the couch. The sensation is only heightened by the violent crashing of his hips against yours. You think his knees are going to leave permanent indentations on the couch with how forcefully theyâre digging into upholstery to give him the leverage to fuck you harder.
You canât move, canât run away. The only thing you can do is moan and cry as Seungcheol puts you in the nastiest mating press known to man.
âIâve been spoiling you too much,â Seungcheol rasps as he continues to roughly pound your cunt. âThat attitude of yours is getting out of control.â
Damn fucking right it was. It was his fault for enabling you so much, his fault for bending to every pout and bat of your lashes. You wouldnât have turned out to be so fucking needy if he didnât spoil the absolute shit out of you.
Choi Seungcheol set the standard, and he was paying for setting it so ridiculously high.
âYour fault, Cheol,â You moan out, lips pulling into a fucked out grin as Seungcheol fucks you harder, his dark brows furrowing and his lips parting as he lets out the deepest moans that only have your walls clenching down harder. âYou made me like this.â
Seungcheol groans, âYeah? I ruined you for everybody else, no? No one can handle you, baby. Only me.â
âYes!â You cry out, nails dragging down the rigid muscles of Seungcheolâs bare back as he brushes against a really sensitive spot. âOnly youâfuck, Cheol, please! There, right there, babyâhngâshit!â
You convulse as far as Seungcheolâs tight lock on your form would allow. The high had hit you so hard and so suddenly that you couldnât even warn your boyfriend.
âDid you just cum, baby?â Seungcheolâs grinning like an asshole as he only makes the overstimulation worse by rubbing at your clit. âDid this small dick make you cum that quickly, slut?â
Wow, you really hit his ego with that one comment, huh?
But nevermind that. Seungcheolâs pettiness and his inability to let go of your childish remark was the least of your concern when the man was overstimulating you to tears.
âCheol, cut it out!â You hiss, slapping at the hand on your clit as you try to wriggle your cunt away from the assault of Seungcheolâs hips. âItâs too much!â
Your words and your squirming only has Seungcheolâs grin growing darker, the hand on your clit only rubbing harder as the other hand reaches up to pinch your nipples harshly.
Itâs mean, really mean, but Seungcheolâs disregard for your mouthy complaints coupled with actions that only serve to push you closer to your limit has you approaching your high again.
âMake up your mind, baby,â Seungcheol teases. âFirst, I was too small, now Iâm too much? Which one am I, really?â
You canât reply, brain wholly fucked into mush as your tongue lolls out and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of your boyfriendâs strokes.
When you find your voice, youâre already at the edge. âFuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna cumââ
âAgain?â Seungcheol laughs in disbelief as he rips his hands away from your sensitive spots to push your thighs back. âCum then, baby. Cum with me.â
Seungcheolâs thrusts lose their rhythm when you clench down on him with a loud cry of his name, and before you know it, warmth blooms inside your cunt as Seungcheol releases all of himself inside.
âFuuuuckâŠâ Seungcheol groans out as he punctuates his orgasm with a few harsh thrusts before heâs pulling out to watch the mix of your releases ooze out of your thoroughly used cunt. âCan I take a video, baby?â
âAs long as you show me,â You breathe out with a grin.
Seungcheol is quick to grab your phone, hitting record as he takes two fingers to your used cunt and parts it. âFuck, look at me dripping out of you, shit.â
The look in Seungcheolâs eyes tells you heâs gone. Thereâs no saving him now.
Like the freak he is, Seungcheol dips two fingers inside your pussy, the sudden intrusion making you jolt and whine.Â
But thatâs not the last of it.
Seungcheol drops the phone, and the next thing you know, heâs pulling his soaked fingers out of your used hole only to plunge one of them straight into your other hole.
Your eyes shoot wide open at the foreign sensation, âCheol, what the fuckââ
âShh, baby,â Seungcheol murmurs against your thigh as he wiggles his finger inside. âYou said you wanted to try this before, right? How about I try easing you into it today, hm?â
The sensation is weirdly pleasant, the nearly taboo aspect of it only adding to the pleasurable tingles that travel from your pelvis up your spine.
You hate that this feels good.
âFuck, look at your pussy clenching,â Seungcheol coos as he fucks his finger in and out of your ass. âAlready missing my cock, baby?â
Youâre going to tell him off for going into this shit without warning, but youâre going to do it later.
You wanted to cum from it first.
âThis is so fucking nasty, I canât believe youâre doing this,â You ramble out disbelievingly as you cover your eyes. You find that robbing yourself of sight only heightens the sensation of Seungcheolâs finger stroking your walls so youâre quick to rip your hands away.
Fuck this fuck this fuck thisâ
âDo you like it though?â Seungcheol asks. When you take too long to answer, heâs curling his finger, and youâre unable to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure. âWell, fuck, I think you do.â
Your pleasured cries only motivates Seungcheol to add another finger, his eyes dark and his grin feral as he brings his mouth closer to your clit. âDo you like getting your ass fucked, baby?â
âNo!â You lie through your teeth as Seungcheol curls and strokes his fingers lecherously against your walls.Â
âYou donât?â Seungcheol pouts mockingly. âMaybe I should stop then.â
When Seungcheol moves to pull his fingers out, you grab at his wrist to keep him in place.
Seungcheol sees the plea in your eye, but you know this asshole is determined to break you, mind, body, and soul. âSay it then. Beg me.â
âFuck me, please,â You mumble out.
âYou better be specific unless you want me to tear your ass open with my cock, baby,â Seungcheol threatens, and youâre genuinely not sure if heâs being serious or not.
However, you donât take your chances. Taking two of Seungcheolâs fingers was completely different from taking his cock. You were not about to fuck around and find out and have your asshole gaping by the end of it.
âPlease fuck my ass with your fingers,â You cry out.
âGood girl.â
The next thing you know, Seungcheolâs driving his fingers in and out of your asshole as he sloppily tongues at your cunt.
âFuck, Cheol!â You cry out, fingers tugging at your boyfriendâs hair as he barrages your form with a million pleasurable sensations that have your back arching and your legs shaking.
âYou like this, baby?â Seungcheol murmurs against your pussy. âLike getting your cunt eaten out while I finger-fuck your ass, hm?â
âYes!â You keen without hesitation, inhuman moans and cries following your words as youâre pushed into a whole new world of pleasure.
âOf course you enjoy this,â Seungcheol hisses as he watches your cunt clench and throb while he fingers you harder. âMy little brat likes getting her ass fucked, big surprise. Want me to use all your holes, baby? Want me to claim you in every way?â
You only nod, mind too far gone to come up with a coherent response.
âFuck, I canât wait until this holeâs loose enough,â Seungcheol groans, and you donât miss the way his other hand is moving back and forth aggressively as he pumps his cock. âYou wonât mind if I finger your ass for the next few days, right, baby? I gotta get you open for me after all.â
Two of his fingers already stung. How much more would it hurt when it was finally his cock you were taking in there?
Without warning Seungcheol is pulling his fingers out from you and flipping you onto all fours.
âFuck, baby, Iâm sorry. I really need to be inside you.â
The walls of your cunt part as Seungcheol abruptly plunges inside, a moan ripping itself out of your throat from the sudden penetration. The pleasure is only heightened when you feel Seungcheolâs thumb plunge into your other hole.
Fuck, you might just die from this.
You donât know how many times you cum from that before Seungcheolâs satisfied because the next thing you know, youâre in bed nuzzling your face into sheets as a soft, damp towel wipes at the sticky mess between your thighs.
âDid so good for me,â Seungcheol mumbles against the back of your thigh as wipes you down. âSee what happens when youâre good, baby?â
You only let out a satisfied sigh, a light yelp leaving you when Seungcheol gives you one final lick from cunt to asshole before heâs settling behind you and covering your forms with the blanket.
The way he holds you is tight, and the warm sensation on your back and midsection does a really good job of grounding you to the moment while your mind threatened to fly away with how fucked out you were. Seungcheolâs whispering praises into your neck, hands squeezing and stroking all over your torso, and if you werenât so boneless, the intimacy of it all wouldâve probably gotten you going.
âHow are you feeling, baby?â Seungcheol says softly as he traces your nape with his lips.
âGood,â You say with a satisfied sigh. âYou went a little insane there.â
âYah, you called my dick small,â Seungcheol pouts, nipping at your shoulder for good measure. âOf course I had to prove you wrong.â
âI can barely walk after we fuck, Cheol, do you really think I meant it?â You snort, and Seungcheol only giggles.
âYouâre a brat,â Seungcheol huffs. âIf you canât walk, that's your fault.â
âMe being a brat is your fault,â You scoff.
âYeah, it is,â Seungcheol doesnât even try to deny as he grins. âWhat can I say, I like it when you give me attitude.â
âOnly cause you like fucking it out of me.â
âBingo,â Seungcheol snickers before pressing a kiss to your jaw. âBut youâre okay, right? Nothing hurts? Is everything fine? What are you feelingââ
âEmpty,â You whisper out, and Seungcheol stills in his ramble behind you.Â
Seungcheol stares at you disbelievingly, âBaby, we just fucked likeââ
âDonât wanna fuck,â You whine out as you reach down and wrap around Seungcheolâs half hard cock. Hypocrite, you think. âJust want you inside.â
âAh,â Seungcheol smiles sweetly like he isnât lining his cock up with your opening. âMy girl wants to cockwarm, hm?â
âYes,â You breathe out, and your lips are quick to fall open at the sensation of Seungcheol sliding back in.
Perfect. You could probably fall asleep like this.
âWhat a needy girl,â Seungcheol mumbles against your neck like he isnât pulsing inside you. âMy babyâs so used to having cock inside her, huh? You hate feeling empty?â
You only nod, too blissed out and relaxed to even think of opening your mouth to reply.
âI really do spoil you so much,â Seungcheol says it more to himself than to you. âAre you sleeping?â
âYes, be quiet please,â You smile teasingly, and when you crane your neck, as expected, Seungcheolâs pouting.
âFine,â Seungcheol huffs out petulantly and shuts his eyes exaggeratedly, lips still in a pout as he âsleepsâ.
You peck the manâs lips, and you see the slight waver in his pout before heâs pouting again. You peck him again, giggling when your boyfriend only continues to pout.Â
You keep that routine up, pecking your boyfriend on his lips and all over his face until heâs blushing and giggling.
âAre you still mad?â You tease before pressing another kiss to the manâs chin.
âYes,â Seungcheol nods, pout unrelenting as he gazes at you with those round, yearning eyes. âOne last kiss, and I wonât be.â
You oblige with a giggle, pressing a loud exaggerated kiss on Seungcheolâs soft lips.
âOne more?â Seungcheol says, pleads.
âI thought you said that was the last.â You snicker, nosing at Seungcheolâs cheek affectionately.
ââŠIâm greedy.â
âI can tell, baby.â
A/N: I find it funny that I was writing this at 12 AM then I woke up this morning to proofread and immediately being like WTF DID I WRITE đ Anyway that was just funny to me AHAHHAHHA Hereâs brat tamer Cheol đ„č
Specific Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Degradation, Picture/Video Taking, Anal fingering (IâM SORRY), Brat/Brat Tamer Dynamics, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Did I miss anything?
â Synopsis: Where you âunfortunatelyâ caught your best friend's roomateâyour unsaid enemyâmasturbating in their shared apartment.
â WC: 4.6k
â WARNINGS: smut, monster cock!seungcheol, explicit language and content, overstimulation, dry fucking, oral as a tongue massage (f. receiving)âa reward <3, body fluids (cum), dry humping, cock riding, dumbfication, degradation, aftercare, exhaustion, and DIRTY TALK.
hereâs how it always goes with seungcheol:
you walk into a room, he immediately finds something to scoff at. maybe itâs the way you dress, maybe itâs the way you talk, maybe itâs just the fact that you exist in his general vicinity. but it doesnât matter what you doâhe hates you. or, at the very least, thatâs what he insists on showing you.
joshua, your best friend and possibly the only person in the world who can tolerate both of you without losing his mind, always tells you to be the bigger person. âheâs not that bad,â he says, as if seungcheol didnât practically hiss at you last week for sitting on his side of the couch.
but whatever. you donât go out of your way to piss him off, and he doesnât go out of his way to be nice. thatâs just the way it is.
which is why you hesitate when joshua calls you:
âi swear, i wouldnât ask if it wasnât important. i left my keys at your place before i flew out, remember?â
âokay, but i literally donât want to step foot in his apartment,â you stress, cringing at the thought.
âitâs my apartment, too,â joshua deadpans.
you groan, already feeling a headache coming on.
âjust go in, grab the folder on my desk, and leave,â he insists. âcheol probably wonât even be home.â
which is how you find yourself standing outside their apartment door, holding joshuaâs keys and hyping yourself up like youâre about to enter enemy territory. which, in a way, you are.
you unlock the door, push it open,
and immediately wish you hadnât.
seungcheol. on the couch. fisting his cock.
your brain short-circuits. like, full shutdown, blue screen, cease all functioning mode.
the man is spread outâlegs wide, head tipped back, theres a drop of sweat that drips from his neck aand land in the middle of his chest. hes exposing his toned abs that clench with every up and down of his hand. and his cock is huge. thick from the base to the top and flushed deep red at the tip, veins prominent as his fist works over it.
heâs so lost in it that he doesnât even register your presence at first, not until he finally cracks his eyes open and sees you standing there, frozen stunned into silence.
the next few seconds happen in slow motion.
his eyes widen. his entire body stiffens. his hand stops.
âWHAT THE FUCKââ
seungcheol scrambles to cover himself, reaching for the nearest thingâwhich, unfortunately for him, is a shirt that does nothing to hide the absolute tent heâs pitching. his face goes red, splotchy from the neck up, and he looks so flustered that for a split second, you almost feel bad.
âwhy the fuck are you here?!â he practically barks at you, voice ragged from whatever the fuck he was doing before you ruined his life.
you blink, still processing the image thatâs now burned into your brain for eternity. âuh. joshua?â
âwhat about joshua?!â
âhe⊠he needed a document.â
seungcheol lets out a sound that is so frustrated, so exasperated, that it almost doesnât register as human. âand you didnât think to knock?!â
âwhy would i knock?! i didnât think anyone would be jerking off in the living room like a fucking pervertââ
âITâS MY APARTMENT.â
âITâS JOSHUAâS TOO.â
âHEâS NOT HERE.â
âWELL, NEITHER AM I, NOW.â you turn on your heel, hand reaching for the doorknob. âiâll just get the doc laterââ
but before you can escape, he rasps, âdonât you dare tell joshua about this.â
you pause. smirk. oh, this is fun.
back still facing him, fingers still wrapped around the doorknob. you should leave. should pretend none of this ever happened. but somethingâsome sick, wrong part of youâdoesnât want to.
so you turn. lean back against the door. cross your arms.
âwhat?â he snaps, shifting on the couch, the shirt still pitifully draped over his lap.
you tilt your head, dragging your gaze slowly down his bodyâhis hard nipples, the taut muscles in his arms, the way his thighs tense like heâs fighting the urge to close them. you can see the way he twitches under the shirt.
âyouâre still hard,â you note, your voice syrupy sweet, but your eyes gleam meanly.
seungcheol tenses. âso?â
âso⊠youâre mad at me for walking in,â you say, cocking a brow, âbut youâre still hard as fuck.â
he grits his teeth, but his silence is loud as hell.
so you take a step forward. just one.
his breath hitches.
âcheol.â you coo at him. âyou sure you hate me?â
he glares, but itâs weaker now, faltering under your scrutiny. you can see itâthe slight tremor in his fingers, the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way heâs not telling you to stop.
so you take another step.
and another.
until youâre standing right in front of him, the shirt the only barrier between his cock and your eyes.
his jaw tightens. âdonât.â
âdonât what?â you murmur, reaching forward to trace your fingers over his wristâthe one that was just wrapped around his cock. âdonât call you out? donât get closer? donâtââ
in a flash, he grabs your wrist, yanking you down.
you gasp as you land on his lap, his hands firm on your hips, his cock pressing against your ass through the thin barrier of the shirt and your clothes.
his lips are right by your ear when he growls, âdonât fucking test me.â
you shiver, but youâre not scared, youâre thrilled.
so you shift, pressing back against him, and smirk when he lets out a sharp breath through his nose.
âor what?â you whisper.
his grip tightens. âyou really wanna find out?â
your fingers curl into his hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss.
âyeah,â you breathe, lips brushing his jaw. âi do.â
he snaps.
the shirt under you is gone.
his mouth crashes into yours, hot and angry, his hands gripping your waist like heâs trying to burn the shape of you into his palms. his teeth nip at your bottom lip, his tongue prying your mouth open, swallowing the gasp you let out when his fingers dig into your hips.
you grind down, moaning into his mouth when you feel just how fucking thick he is, leaking against your skirt.Â
his hands are rough when he yanks your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist with no intention of letting it fall back down. you barely have a second to breathe before his fingers push past your thighs, finding the front of your panties hooking his thumb into the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.
the rush of cold air makes you gasp, thighs trying to snap shut, but his thighs pins them open. and maybe, he has a shred of decency in him, because he lets out a low breath and murmurs, âthis is gonna be rough.â
no warning. just that.
you should stop him. you should tell him to go slow, to prep you, to at least spit on itâbut you donât, you need to feel this big cock stretching you until every single thought inside your head gets completely erased.
thereâs no lube, no prep besides the mess between your thighs, just the torturous process of sinking down.
seungcheol watches all of it. watches the way your lips part, how your lashes flutter, how your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the lower you go. heâs leaning back against the couch, one hand gripping the plush of your ass, the other wrapped around his base, guiding you onto him like youâre something delicate. like heâs trying to help.
but heâs not.
because he knows what heâs doing when he taps his cockhead against your clit first, dragging the tip through your slick, coaxing out little whimpers that make him smirk. he knows what heâs doing when he presses up, just the tip slipping inside, barely enough to be satisfying but more than enough to make your thighs twitch.
your breath catches in your throat, your whole body twitching up as you take the next inch too fast. your brain is empty, your body is working on instinct, thighs shaking as you brace yourself against him, tryingâfailingâto push down further.
and he sees it. sees how youâre struggling, sees how your muscles twitch like youâre about to give out, sees how you want to take it but your body is fighting the stretch.
so he helps.
his hands clamp down on your waist.
and then he slams you down.
the sound that leaves your throat is so ruined that he cant help but feel a bit of compassion.
because suddenly youâre full. suddenly youâre sitting completely in his lap, completely engulfed in him, your thighs flush against his, his cock buried so fucking deep that you can feel it pressing up against every nerve inside you.
but when you try to move, try to lift yourself even an inchânothing.
your thighs wonât cooperate. your muscles wonât listen.
you canât move.
âoh?â seungcheol tilts his head, smug grin curling at his lips as he grinds up, watching the way your mouth falls open at the sensation.
âtoo big for you, baby?â
you whimper.
âthought so.â
and then he takes control, because you canât moveâso he does it for you. his hands lift you effortlessly, dragging your hips up before slamming you back down, setting the pace, forcing your body to take what itâs given.
and you canât think straight anymore. every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, every time he slams you down it punches little whimpers from your throat that only make him hungrier.
âawww⊠thought you were so tough. but you canât even fuck yourself on my cock, huh?â
you cry out, body giving up, melting against his chest as you desperately try to follow his rhythm, hips twitching with little, pathetic attempts to keep up. your body isnât even yours anymoreâjust a toy, something for seungcheol to use, something heâs breaking in with every brutal roll of his hips.Â
his fingers dig into your waist, gripping you so tight it hurts, but the pleasure drowns it out. youâre so deep into it, into him, that every ounce of shame has left your body, every shred of dignity gone. because you canât do anything but take it, canât do anything but let him use you like you were made for this.
he tilts his head, watching you fall apart, watching how your thighs tremble with every slap of his hips against yours.
âdamn,â he laughs, licking his lips, voice mocking. âyouâre making such a fucking mess of yourself.â
you whimper, forehead pressing against his collarbone.
and then he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
âmm-mm, donât hide now,â he says, smirking. âbe a good girl and let me see that dumb little face while i ruin you.â
a sob rips from your throat, high-pitched and wrecked.
he groans, grinding up into you.
âfuck. bet the neighbors can hear you, huh? joshuaâs gonna be so fucking embarrassed when he gets a noise complaint for his dumb little best friend getting dicked down like a whore.â
your whole body jerks, a whimper escaping your lips at the humiliation, the filth dripping from his tongue.
and he sees it.
his grin turns cruel.
âoh, you like that?â he taunts, thrusting up so deep your back arches. âyou like knowing that youâre loud enough to make it everyoneâs fucking problem? that youâre such a good little fucktoy for me that i canât even keep you quiet?â
you nod, because you canât lie. his fingers tighten around your jaw, his lips brushing against yours as he coos.
âpoor little thing.â
he thrusts up again, so hard, so deep that your whole body bounces, hands scrambling against his chest, voice cracking in a choked-out sob.
and he moans, deep and satisfied, because youâre so fucking perfect for him. because your body is his to use, to mold, to ruin.
âjoshuaâs gonna kill me c-cheol.â
his hips snap up again, knocking the breath from your lungs.
âbut youâll tell him it was worth it, wonât you, baby?â
he smooths one over your back, pressing down so your tits rub against his burning skin, while the other stays firm on your hip, keeping you still. your body jerks with every pulse of his cock inside you, twitching as you flutter around him, so overstimulated you canât tell where the pleasure starts or ends.
âs-seungcheolââ his name is nothing but a broken cry, muffled against his neck, but heâs relentless. he doesnât even let you finish, just shifts his knees slightly and thrusts up into you with all the power in his core.
âfuck,â he hisses when you clamp down, crying out into his skin, and he wraps an arm fully around you to hold you up. âshh, baby, youâre being so loud.â
his hand snakes up your back, fingers tangling into your hair, forcing you to lift your head. you meet his gaze, and it knocks the breath from your lungs. he looks fucked, mouth parted, sweat dripping from his hairline, chest heaving, but he still manages to look at you like heâs about to devour you whole.
âcâmon,â he coos, tilting his head, his grip tightening just enough to make your scalp tingle. âtell me it was worth it. tell me how good my cock is.â
he punctuates it with a sharp snap of his hips and you keen, trying to lift yourself, trying to relieve some of the intensity, but your thighs betray you. seungcheol laughs, breathless but smug, and his fingers press bruises into your skin as he maneuvers you like you weigh nothing.
âsee? canât even move, huh? my poor baby,â he murmurs, voice syrupy sweet, his free hand cupping your cheek now. âyouâre just gonna sit here and take it like the perfect fucktoy you are.â
heat prickles at your skin at the words, your brain too fogged up to be embarrassed, too fucked out to do anything but let him guide you. he rocks you against him, making sure you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, rubbing at all the right places, pressing into you deeper than you thought was even possible.
âyou take me so well, baby,â he praises, leaning in to press his lips against yours, just enough to tease. âso fuckinâ tight, so warmâfucking heaven.â
his hand slides between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over it. the sensation makes your thighs twitch, your nails dig into his back, a fresh wave of tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.
âshhh, i got you, baby,â he whispers, kissing your jaw now, your temple. his fingers on your clit work in time with the slow, torturous grind of his hips. âi got you, yeah? you gonna cum for me? hm?â
he kisses you full on the mouth when you sob, swallowing the sound like he wants to keep it forever. and then he speeds up just a little, rolling your clit with more pressure, meeting every rut of your hips with a firm thrust up.
you shatter.
your whole body seizes, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as you clamp down so tight on him that it sends him tumbling over the edge with you. he groans, long and low, holding you so tight against him that you can feel every pulse of his cum inside you, hot and deep. his hips jerk once, twice more before he stills, forehead pressed against yours as you both gasp for air.
itâs quiet for a moment, the only sounds are the distant hum of the city outside the window, and the soft squelch when he finally shifts, making you both moan.
your body trembles like a leaf caught in the wind, and seungcheol drinks it in, the heat of your overstimulated form twitching against his chest as he presses slow, lingering kisses into the curve of your neck. his lips move down, sucking at the pulse point that hammers beneath your skin. your breath stutters. his fingers, nails just barely grazing, trail down the arch of your spine, featherlight but enough to make you shiver. you barely even realize youâre moving, the last bit of strength in your boneless limbs used to weakly push yourself up, to let his cock slip free from where itâs buried inside you.Â
the second it leaves you, your body gives out. you collapse right into his chest, heavier than before, spent and trembling, the exhaustion hitting all at once. you canât even pretend to be embarrassed about it. you just sigh, your lips brushing the base of his throat as you settle against him, body limp.
seungcheol holds you steady with both hands, like heâs afraid you might melt right into the couch and disappear. his broad palm cradles the back of your head, fingers splaying across your scalp, scratching at your roots. he keeps the other hand wrapped around your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your ribs. the tension in his body hasnât left yet. his shoulders are still tight. you know him well enough to know whatâs coming before he even says it.
âyou good?âÂ
you hum in response, nuzzling into his chest as your fingers curl weakly against his pecs. âjust a little sore.â
he exhales through his nose. shifts beneath you. you can feel his fingers flex where they rest on your waist, like he wants to squeeze but holds himself back. then, with zero effort, he grips the back of your neck and lifts you up, just enough to force you to look at him. your lids are heavy, half-lidded, dazed, and fuck, that shouldnât make him feel so possessive, but it does.
his thumb sweeps across your cheek, his jaw tensing. âshit. iâm sorry,â he murmurs, eyes scanning over your features like heâs searching for anything more than just exhaustion. âlemme take care of you, hm?â
you donât have it in you to resist, donât even want to. you let him move you, let him handle you like you weigh nothing as he lifts you from his lap and shifts you onto the couch, laying you down as if youâre something delicate. and maybe you are, now, after the way he ruined you. maybe thatâs why you donât fight him when he presses your thighs apart, watching as they just fall open on their own, spread wide like a doll.
you donât have the strength to do much else than whimper softly as his thumbs spread you further, gaze locked onto your swollen cunt, still so slick from where he fucked you. his jaw clenches.
you donât even get a warning before he moves in, before his hands grip your thighs to keep them open as he dives between them, mouth sealing over your clit in one slow stroke of his tongue.
you jolt, a weak little gasp punching from your lungs. your fingers barely find the energy to tangle into his hair, and the grip is nowhere near as firm as it usually is, but he groans anyway. whether itâs from the feeling of your grip or from the way you instantly react to him, you donât know. but he doesnât stop.
his tongue moves slow, warm and so fucking wet as he licks broad, flat strokes over your sensitive flesh, working you open again with patience. he isnât trying to overstimulate, isnât trying to get you off againâthough you can already tell it wouldnât take much. his focus is entirely on easing the ache, on massaging every tender inch of you with his mouth, his lips, his tongue.
âfeels good?â his voice is muffled against you, but it vibrates in just the right way.
you nod, breath hitching when he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue rolling it in slow circles. your body twitches, heat curling at the base of your spine. âcheolâŠâ
he moans against you, and presses you down harder against his face. your hips jump, an embarrassing whimper breaking free as his tongue dips lower, tracing around your entrance before dragging back up, collecting every bit of slick along the way.
you whine, fingers curling tighter in his hair. he doesnât tease. doesnât prolong it. just keeps his pace slow and steady, gentle enough to soothe, firm enough to keep you on the edge of something, even if youâre too sensitive to chase it. and if the way heâs grinding his hips into the couch tells you anythingâitâs that heâs just as affected as you are.
heâs not eating you out to get himself off, but fuck if it isnât working.
the obscene sounds of his mouth working between your thighs filling the entire apartment, mixing in with your breathless moans and the way he groans right into your cunt. you donât even have it in you to be embarrassed about the way your cum is smeared all over his chin, his jaw, his cheeksâhow it drips down onto the couch below with every intentional roll of his tongue against your entrance.
his tongue works in circles, pressing flat to your hole before dragging up again, tasting every bit of your arousal as it gushes out onto his lips. his mouth is open the entire time, tongue rolling and flicking, nose nudging against your clit as he angles his head lower. he flattens his tongue, groaning as he drags it up through your folds before plunging it into you, so messy that you swear you see white behind your eyelids.
your back arches, chest rising in sharp, hiccupped gasps, every single nerve in your body on flames. your thighs twitch in his grasp, and he squeezes them tighter, keeping you spread open just for him. his hands slide up, one wrapping firmly around your waist, keeping you pinned in place, while the other travels up, upâhis fingers finding the stiff peaks of your nipples.
your eyes snap open, a gasp catching in your throat as he rolls one between his fingertips, twisting just enough to make your eyes roll. you swear you hear him chuckle against you, like he knows exactly what heâs doing to you.
âbreathe,â he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before sucking it between his teeth, tongue rolling in lazy, teasing circles on the swollen bud. âbreathe for me, baby.â
you try. you really do. but the way his mouth moves, the way his fingers tweak and pull, itâs too much. youâre spiraling. you feel another orgasm creeping up so fast it steals the air right out of your lungs.
he sees it. he knows.
his grip tightens on your thigh, his tongue flicking faster, working you open as his free hand continues to play with your tits, kneading the soft flesh, fingers rolling your nipples in rhythm with the lazy grind of his tongue against your clit.
your moans turn high-pitched, desperate. your body twists beneath him, unable to keep still as the pleasure builds, climbing higher and higher.
but thenâa whimper.
not from you.
from him.
you force your heavy lids open, head lolling to the side as you try to focus on him. and fuck, the sight that greets you is almost enough to make you cum then and there.
seungcheol is rutting against the couch. grinding, fucking humping it like a damn dog, his hips rolling in slow thrusts, his rock-hard cock straining against his stomach, smearing precum all over his abs and the fabric beneath him.
he whimpers again, this time louder, his brows furrowed, his breath coming in short, uneven pants.
âfuck,â he groans, mouth still pressed against you, voice muffled by the way his tongue keeps working you over. he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening, his chin soaked. his eyes are dark, glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you. âcanâtâfuck, i canât stop. you taste too good.â
your chest tightens, a desperate, aching cry slipping from your lips as you clutch at his hair, thighs twitching in his grasp. âcheolâgonnaâgonna cum, oh my godââ
he moans, actually fucking moans, his hips grinding down harder against the couch as he redoubles his efforts, tongue circling your clit in precise, teasing flicks, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to send you over the edge.
your body locks up. your back arches. your mouth falls open, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, all-consuming.
seungcheol doesnât stop. doesnât slow down. he works you through it like itâs his mission, licking you clean, his tongue rolling over your entrance, collecting every last drop as your body trembles violently beneath him.
your chest heaves, your vision blurring, but even through the haze, you can feel him still grinding against the couch, still so fucking hard and desperate, all because of you.
your brain is slow. dial-up connection slow. everything feels like itâs underwater, your body floating somewhere between consciousness and the best orgasm-induced coma of your life. itâs warm, so warm, like your body is still riding out the fever of your high, tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth, throat dry, muscles heavy like theyâre full of sand.
but youâre awake now. sort of. and youâre in his bed.
the sheets are soft, cool against your fevered skin, and it feels so good that you canât help the tired, pleased moan that slips past your lips, involuntary, barely conscious.
but itâs enough to make him look at you.
you blink, vision still a little hazy, but yeah, thatâs definitely seungcheol, sitting at his desk, dressed in a loose shirt and sweats, hair damp, probably from a shower. thereâs a slight smirk on his lips, but his eyes are soft as they sweep over you, taking in the way youâre still half-buried in his sheets, limbs heavy, body relaxed.
then it hits you.
the documents.
joshua.
fuck.
your eyes widen, and you jolt up too fast, regretting it immediately when the soreness between your thighs protests, a sharp ache shooting up your spine. âfuckââ
seungcheolâs already up, one hand pressing to your shoulder, guiding you back down before you can do any more damage. âhey, hey, relax. youâre gonna hurt yourself.â
âtheâdocuments,â you mumble, eyes fluttering shut again as the exhaustion creeps back in. âjoshua.â
he chuckles, and you open your eyes just in time to see him shaking a small stack of papers in his hand. âyeah, yeah. i got it. sent them over while you were passed out.â
you frown, groggy. âi was supposed to send them.â
âand joshua needs to get used to me handling shit for you,â he says, grinning as he sets the papers down. âbesides, heâd probably prefer not to get another noise complaint under his name.â
your face heats up instantly. âoh my god.â
âmhmm,â seungcheol hums, tilting his head. âwanna know how loud you were?â
âno.â
he laughs, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheek. âthen go back to sleep, baby.â
you glare at him. or, at least, you try to. itâs weak, and he knows it, because all it takes is one more stroke of his thumb before your eyes flutter shut again, body sinking further into his bed.
yeah. you can fight him about the joshua thing later. maybe. probably not.
just wearing some mini skirts
don't close your eyes
this ain't for you
aka: after the tragic end of your relationship, it's no surprise just how much you grew to hate choi seungcheol, the reason for it all. but still, he was the best fuck you ever had.
TAGS â uni!au, fratboy!seungcheol, exes that still fuck, smut.
WARNINGS â language, fem!reader, arguments (too much..), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!) semi-public(?) sex, hate sex, eventual soft sex oop.
PLAYLIST â galipette (bibi remix) by lolo zouaĂŻ & bibi; pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaĂŻ; bla bla bla by mĂ€neskin; if not for you by mĂ€neskin.
WORD COUNT â 6.6k words
NOTE: alright so.. it's been two years.. :pained_smile: i swear to god i could have finished it sooner if i just made cheol and reader-chan stop TALKING SO MUCH but my friend said they adored the talking which just opened a whole lot more yapping from them. i'm sorry if this is so out of date now and if someone already did something similar.. i swear i can show proof that i started writing this shit out two years ago.
ok i should stop talking now LMAO. it's been a very long time coming so i hope you guys enjoy what i've been laboring over.
also yes, this is connected to my other fic, heaven angel with yoon jeonghan. so, this is me shamelessly making you guys read my other fic (though this is completely fine as a standalone so don't worry). if this does well, maybe i might open up a whole fratboy au for svt where each member gets their own fic or whatevuh.. haha.. who said that..
also for my star @cheolhub đ» i'm so sorry it took so long but heyyy surpriseeee haha... (idk if you still go on here).
also thank you to @szakias for proofreading and enabling cheol and reader to be the yappers that they are. thank you for encouraging me theses past two years for this damn piece. your live reactions give me joy. i love you. xx
reblog & replies are very appreciated!
explicit warnings under the cut.
EXPLICIT WARNINGS â hate sex, (semi?) public sex, car sex, makeout scene, oral (f), degradation, reader is a BRAT, praise, petnames (baby, doll), mention of sharing you with other people, slight dubcon (or straight up dubcon.. sorry but reader is ACTUALLY VERY INTO IT I SWEAR), unintentional orgasm denial, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding, a bit of overstimulation.
Choi Seungcheol was a real piece of work. He was arrogant, a true self-centered ass of a person, and just so severely driven by his own ego that he wouldâve done anything to safeguard it, even if it meant hurting other people. And he had. He had hurt you. He had hurt the relationship you both had beautifully built over the years and oh how fast did it crumble.
So, you should hate him. You do hate him. You hate seeing his face. You hate breathing in the same space as him. And absolutely, you hate kissing these thick lips of his thatâs currently melding with yours almost too perfectly.
âStill obsessed with me, arenât you?â Seungcheol grins smugly against your mouth as he eases his body further into you until your back is pressed hard against the side of his car. âWhy else would you show up at my house party?â
âYouâre so full of yourself,â you scoff, but manicured hands are fisting themselves around the thick material of his jacket to tug him impossibly closer, your tongue shoved inside his wet mouth and licking up against the roof. âWhat if I just wanted to have fun at a party?â
âLike thatâs believable,â he grunts, roughened hands venturing down your figure and up your tennis skirt where it rests over the curve of your ass. âYou even wore the skirt I like on you.â
âItâs my favorite skirt,â you counter.
âItâs the skirt you know I like to fuck you in.â
âItâs the skirt I like to get fucked in. Really, Cheol, stop thinking about yourself. I didnât wear it for you.â
The darkness was thick tonight, the faint glow of street lamps being the only thing illuminating the driveway around them, as well as the mischievous look that was written all over Seungcheolâs face when he drew away from you. You knew that look too well and hated how heat stirred in your stomach at the sight of it. The hate only grew when his finger hooks itself around the band of your panties and pulls it taut before letting it snap back against your skin. It prickled harshly, and you had to chew down hard on your bottom lip to keep a yelp at bay. You would not give him that satisfaction.Â
âAnd yet youâre here with me,â Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. âLetting me feel you up your favorite skirt while you shove your tongue down my throat.â
Warmth crept up your cheeks, but you still didnât let up. âYou seemed to be the most convenient fuck.âÂ
His jaw flexed but his lips were still curled. âWas I now?â
âWell,â you hummed. âThere was someone else also in mind.â The lie slips from you too easily. But you shouldnât have said it. It wasnât a lie that there had been another convenient person. You fooled around with him before; earlier, you had caught him eyeing you too eagerly as you twirled about in your skirt on the dance floor. He just wasnât a true option to you, not anymore, and not when Cheol had stood right beside him looking just as eager if not more.
But Cheol now grew stern, his gaze darkened and weighted. âWho?â Â
âWho I want to fuck is none of your business,â you snorted but youâre the one grinning this time. âI wouldâve gone to talk to him had you not practically dragged me out here.â
His hands start to grip at your hips. âDo you think heâd be good at it?â
âRude,â You snicker and tap a teasing finger on his chest. âWhatâs it to you? I can fuck who I want.âÂ
âHow many people have you fucked since you broke up with me?â Rancor stained his tone as he completely ignores your questions, pressing himself harder against you until you can feel his growing erection against your hip.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â you ask again venomously, actively ignoring his advances as you lift your chin up high to stare him down. âWhy the fuck do you care?â
âWere they as good as I am?â Seungcheol urged, grasping your chin in his fingers. âDid you finish as hard as you did when you were with me?â
  This lie doesnât come as easily. Thereâs a silent beat of hesitation before you reply, âI did.â
But Seungcheol was no idiot. He had caught it and his lips were already spreading into the nastiest smile.âOh, did you now?â
âI came harder on his tongue than I ever have on yours,â you snapped back harshly and that wasnât a lie.Â
Seungcheol had also caught that it wasn't. You could practically feel the heat of his anger emanating from him and the grip he had on your face was almost bruising.Â
âOh, did you now?â He says again.
Youâd come to regret your words later on, but for now, your gaze was unfaltering. âUntil my legs were shaking.â You tilt your head. âI donât recall you ever doing that for me with your mouth.â
When his anger flared brighter, your grin grew wider.Â
âYou piss me the fuck off,â Seungcheol seethed.
âYeah, well, the feelingâs mutual,â you parried with a roll of your eyes. A finger taps on the car door. âSo, hurry up and unlock your car so we can fuck and get out of each otherâs sight.â
Seungcheol gives you a long look, his lips twitching. âI forgot my keys inside the house.â
âYouâve got to be shitting me, Cheol,â you sighed and shoved him off you. âNow, what? We go back inside and into your room instead?â
âNo,â he immediately said, stepping right back into your space. âIâll take you right here.â
Your eyes narrow, but your pulse quickens. âNow, youâve really got to be shitting me.â
âIâm not.â His hands roam again under your skirt, tracing featherlight lines up your thigh. âNo oneâs here, and if I recall correctly, you donât mind a little danger.â
âCheol,â you try for stern, but your voice wavers.
âCâmon, baby,â Seungcheol laughs darkly. âItâll be fun, just like old times. I know you want to.â
âYou donât know shit.â
âYouâre still trying to put up a fight?â He asks, amused.Â
Your mouth falls open to speak, to retort with the most vicious spite, but a strangled moan comes to supersede it. Seungcheol had cupped a hand over your clothed cunt, his middle finger stroking over the soaked-through lace. Your own hand went to grip at his arm, nails digging into the thick material of his jacket.
âWhy try?â Seungcheol pressed on, leaning in until his lips hover over your ear, breath tickling. âI can feel how wet you are, baby. The thought turns you on, doesnât it? The thought of being caught? Youâre still the same whore.â
âJust hurry the fuck up,â you hiss sharply, breath hitching.Â
âOr maybe not,â he clicks his tongue and pushes himself off of you. âYou used to be so nice.â
âIâm nice to people who deserve it.â
âAnd I donât?â
You stare at him, long and hard. âYouâre really asking me that?â
He huffed a laugh, one without humor, but in his eyes, there was a faintest flicker. âWhat do I have to do to deserve it again?â
âGet to fucking me and Iâll consider it.â
Seungcheol scoffed but said nothing more.
And you smile, pleased by his compliance though as begrudging as it was. But as quickly as your smile appeared, it recedes into a frown of confusion when Seungcheol gets down on his knees.
âWhat are you - ?â
âEating you out, what else does it look like?â Seungcheol replied, lifting up your skirt. âYou really think Iâm going to let what you said slide? No, Iâm going to fuck you with my tongue.â
âDid it bother you that badly?â You grunt out, exasperated, but anticipation and want twist your insides. âWho has the obsession now?â
Seungcheol did not bother to retort and instead latched his mouth right over your covered sex, his warm tongue laving you up deeply.
âOh fuck,â you gasp out too loudly before immediately throwing a hand over your open mouth
âDonât,â Seungcheol grunts against you and raises a hand to land a hard slap against the side of your ass. âDonât fucking cover your mouth.â
You glare down at him âPeople will hear -â
âThe music is way too loud for them to hear your pathetic moans,â Seungcheol points out when he draws back, a smug simper pulling his lips. âA shame, really. I did want them to hear you. Especially whoever the fuck else you wanted to fuck tonight.â
You ignore that. âAnd your neighbors?â
âItâs the dead of night and theyâre too far away to hear you probably.â His brow raises. âAs long as you donât plan on screaming my name, that is. I could make that happen if you want.â
âDonât kid yourself,â you snort and place a hand on his head for you to push his face back against your cunt. âJust hurry up.â
A strange murmur is made against you. You frowned.
Was Seungcheol laughing?
Before you could fully discern it, prying fingers tug your panties to the side and the wet heat of Seungcheolâs mouth replaced what it had covered.
As intense as Seungcheol had been with his ripostes, the disparity of his pace was a bit jarring. He moved slow, almost languid, but none of it was meant to tease. In fact, it was as if Seungcheol was savoring you, running his eager tongue along your seam and lapping up the nectar trickling down, leaving none to waste. Thereâs another murmur made right to your core, but this time you knew what it wasâa moan so deep and hungryâand itâs the smallest spark that fuels the starting flickers of pleasure low in your belly.
Your thighs strain in his hold and despite his insistence, you still attempt to swallow down noises that threaten to come out with a bite on the inside of your cheek. And he senses your stubbornness because heâs further burying his face into your cunt, his thick lips fastening around your clit to suck on with a growing fervency of a starving man. Much to your dismay, it works wonders because youâre gasping as if air had been ripped out of your lungs, your body bowing forward as if youâd been socked hard in the gut.
âO-Oh my fuck, Cheol - !â The words come out of you in an airy mix of a laugh of disbelief and just pure pleasure, because holy fuck, where was this eager energy before?
 Seungcheol is working you open deliciously and so sinfully, his thumbs coming at the sides to spread your cunt wide as he drags the flat of his wet muscle over your labia, leaving no crevice untouched. When youâre perfectly drenched in a sinful concoction of your own fluids and his saliva, he moves even deeper, this time spearing his fervid tongue inside you.
At this point itâs hard not to give in. Youâre mewling, a hand furiously holding his head in place for you to rut against his very face, while the other furiously bunches up your own skirt to keep your view of Seungcheol from being obstructed. More than just feeling it all, you also wanted to see how he worked, how his tongue dips and laps with elation at the wetness you leak. It's embarrassing how quickly your legs shake beneath you, evidence of just how long you had been starved of being touched like this. So, you now appreciate how languid his movements are, knowing that if it had been any faster, youâd be crumbling at the same speed.
âIs this what you wanted, doll?â Seungcheol drawls when he pulls back for a moment for some air, his labored breathing hot against your core. âGood enough for you, hm?â
âYes,â you huffed out, hips jerking to chase after his mouth. He indulges, licking a fat, wet stripe up your slit, and youâre writhing in his hold again. âItâs so good, baby. Please donât stop. Please - â
You catch his curl of lip, feel it right up against you, before it goes to resume its lustful ministrations. Itâs back on the swollen, sensitive nub of you, sucking with tongue flicking over it. A finger is addedâa thumb breaching your channel and hookingâand your quivering legs would have given out from under you if your hand had not hurriedly reached for one of the carâs handles. You forgo watching him for balance as the skirt once again falls over him, but that doesn't matter much anymore when Seungcheol finally sets a rhythm that has fiery bliss twisting your insides, consuming you whole.Â
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, no one was as incredibly well-tuned to your body as he was. He knew what had been a lie and what wasnât, and so he knew what reactions to watch out for, what you liked and didnât care for. And with what you spat at him about his oral ineptness, he seemed especially keen now, eyes calculating every twitch, ears perking at every noise. What seemed like practiced movements turned into something natural now, and with every stroke made only pushed you further over the edge.Â
âI-Iâm so close.â The words were a pain to utter. Some of it was because of hurt pride of having to admit and succumb to Choi Seungcheol. The majority of it was because Seungcheol moved his tongue in a way that has your throat tightening up, has stars tainting your line of vision. When Seungcheol goes down to lap at your fluttering hole, you cant up your hips almost wildly for his nose to brush up against your clit. When his mouth pays your clit direct attention again, youâre pushing his face further in to revel in its decadent warmth. The pleasure was piercing as it was constricting, racketing your frame, seizing your muscles. And Seungcheol is merciless, maintaining pace but movements growing hungrier and sloppier. Your jaw goes slack, falling wide open for the most ludicrous moan to spill over -
âY/N?â
You both go rigid.
You peer down and find Seungcheol pulling away from you to give you a questioning look. You echoed the sentiment.Â
Two pairs of eyes wander around, searching for the intruder only to be met with the empty night and its breeze, until the voice sounded again from behind, and sounded just a little closer than it had been.Â
âY/N?â A short pause, before its volume softens. âDid she leave already?â
Thereâs a frown pulling your lips down. The voice rang familiar, but in your lust-oriented head, it took a ridiculous amount of effort to put a face with it. But you didnât dare turn back to check for yourself.
Seungcheol figured it out first. Heâs yanking you down hard by the wrist until your head is hidden away by his car. You stumble around with still-quivering legs, shoe scratching roughly against concrete, and Seungcheol reaches to steady you with hands on your waist.
Light footsteps trudge near. âWhoâs there?â
âMake a little more noise, why wonât you?â Seungcheol hissed at you through gritted teeth, then gestured a chin out. âItâs Lee Chan.â
He threw a hand over your moving mouth and narrowed his eyes in warning. You gave him an obnoxious roll of your eyes. His hand stays glued on you as he stands and finally acknowledges the younger. âChan, hey. What are you doing out here?
âOh, Cheol,â Chan said, voice dropping. âI was just looking for⊠Nevermind. What are you doing crouching over there?â
âI dropped something.â The excuse was lame, but his tone was cool, much too calm for comfort. âWhy were you looking for Y/N?â
You grow tense and you can only imagine Chan did as well from how he replies. âOh, um. I - uh - had something I needed to talk to her about.â
âWell, she left,â Seungcheol lied nonchalantly. âI could take a message for her.â
Thereâs a pause. âArenât you guys not talking?â
âWe worked it out.â You hope Seungcheol could feel your sneer against his palm. âWhat did you want to say to her?â
âItâs really something thatâs between us, really.â
Seungcheol shrugged, but you caught a glint in his eyes. âSuit yourself.â
A shuffle of feet against the pavement. âAre you coming back in yet?â
âI will,â Seungcheol said and reached for something in his pocket. Your eyes bulge out of its sockets at the sight of his car keys being drawn out, and it took every fraction of self-control not to bite his hand off right there. Thereâs a click of the lock and Seungcheol opens the door for the backseat. âThereâs just something I need to do first.â
âWell, better hurry it up,â Chan said. âThe guys are getting rowdier with you and Jeonghan gone doing god knows what.â
âMhm,â Seungcheol hummed, completely uninterested and obviously not listening to what was said about the fraternity being laid to waste with the lack of present leadership. The president was more occupied with hauling you up by your arm and forcibly pushing you onto the seats of his car.Â
You land hard on your back with a gasp. Thereâs barely enough time to adjust yourself as strong hands grab hold of your legs to drag you close to the edge.
âSo,â Seungcheol started, palm soothing over the insides of your thighs to spread them wide. âChan?â
âWhat about him?â You try to level your voice, but itâs hard when his deft fingers slip your panties down your legs, the cool evening breeze kissing your cunt.
âWas it his mouth?â Seungcheol asked coolly as he got back down on his knees.
You watched him, careful. âWhat are you on about?â
A click of tongue. âYou know better than to play dumb with me.â
âBut Iâm -â You stop yourself when Seungcheol flickered his gaze to you, daring you, warning you.Â
âBe careful of what you say,â he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your knee. âItâll determine what Iâll do next.â
You chew on your bottom lip and perch yourself up on your elbows. âThereâs nothing going on between Chan and I.â
His lips pull into a mysterious smile. âThatâs not what I asked, doll.â
Irritation gnawed on you. âI donât owe you any explanation. You lied about not having your keys.â
âI think fucking my friend holds a lot more weight than that.â
You tried to remain impassive.âDoes it?â
Seungcheol hummed. âAgree to disagree then.â
âI have no idea whatâs gotten you so upset,â you began to say, though the words come out strained when Seungcheol decides to line kisses up the inside of your thigh. âYou used to talk about how youâd love to share me with your friends - â
Something inside you snapped. âWell, when were you ever?â
The silence was weighted, settling over you, smothering you.Â
Seungcheol raised his head.Â
âThatâs not fair.â There was a tonal shift in his voiceâone that made you visibly wince, but your gaze was unwavering on his, pride tightening its reins.Â
âDidnât feel fair to me either when you just left that day,â you retorted, meaning to sound vexed but it comes out too careful, too soft.
Seungcheol rose to his feet, bristling. You waited for that temper of his to appear, waited for sharp words to pierce through. But what came instead shook you harder than anything you could have ever possibly prepared for.
âIâm sorry that I did,â Seungcheol said. Shadows obstructed your vision of him, so there was nothing to rely on besides the sincerity bleeding from his tone. A hand squeezed your thigh. âBut you werenât exactly the kindest to me either that day.â
Your eyes shift away, eyelids fluttering shut.
 There was no argument to battle that.Â
Seungcheolâs touches retreat to rest atop your knees. His mouth opened, then closed. Itâs when it opens again for roughly the third time, you decide to save his breath.
âI didnât sleep with Chan.âÂ
His mouth closed.
Your eyes open and find him. âWe just.. Fooled around a little. It was a stupid, drunken decision. We both were out of it, really. We ran into each other at some party and drank together. He kept telling me how pretty I was, how you were a fool to have let me go. I only realized what happened by the end of it I just - !â You shook your head of the imagery, of that dark hallway and the glint of Chanâs heady gaze looking up at you. âI donât know.â
There was another round of silence. A finger taps lightly at the side of your knee and you feel yourself shirk a little with every beat.
Seungcheolâs voice was almost a whisper, but the effect of his words against the quiet, he might as well have yelled. âI havenât slept with anyone since.â
Oh.
âI couldnât bring myself to,â he confessed. âIâve tried, but it just didnât feel⊠right.âÂ
When the last word left him, his eyes searched your face, searching for an answer to a question unasked.
Did it feel right when you were with Chan?
It would be a fruitless search for Seungcheol.Â
Seungcheol exhaled. âEvery time I tried, it never felt right. They were all great and eager, but.. But they just werenât you.â You feel his fingers fidget on your knee, his thumb rubbing nervous, idle circles. âChanâdamn that little bastardâwas right about one thing though: I wasâamâa fool to have let you go. I shouldnât have left you that day. I should have swallowed my pride, came back to you and apologized like a fucking man. Iâm months too late, and you can hate me all you want, but please just know that Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. I donât expect you to forgive me because I donât think I could ever forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. I never wanted to hurt you. Youâre the last person I ever wanted to hurt.â
By the time he was done, his chest heaved; whether it was because he had used too much breath for his spiel or felt too much during it, you did not know. You did not know a lot of things right now. Everything inside you was in turmoil, debilitating any formation of every and any thought possible, and yet⊠Perhaps it was you that ended up feeling too much, despite yourself, that was one thing for certain that you knew. What you felt howeverâŠ
You sat up, propping yourself with your palms behind you flat on the leather seats. You were close enough to Seungcheol now that you could feel the warmth of his breath caress over your cheeks. With this distance, you could see him just a little clearer now, see the caution written all over him. But he did not pull away.Â
You let out a shaky breath. âDo you mean it?â
Seungcheol did not miss a beat. âYes.â
âYouâre really sorry?â
âYes.â
âReally?â
âI already got down on my knees for you.â
âBut you didnât say sorry then.â
âAnd youâre making me want to take it all back.â
Despite yourself, you cracked a smile.Â
Seungcheol mirrored it.Â
You lay a hand atop his. âSo, you really do mean everything you said?â
Seungcheol grunted but took your hand in his. âYes. Seriously - ?â
You cut him off. âThat Chan was only right about one thing?â
He tilted his head. âWhat - ?â
You tilted your head. âWhat about how pretty I am?â
Silence. Then -
Seungcheol laughed. Bright and full. âGod, you piss me the fuck off.â
âSo, youâve told me,â you grinned.Â
Seungcheol reaches for you, a hand cradling one side of your jaw. His eyes caught the glint of the light outside and there, you saw the tender warmth flickering in them. âYouâre beautiful. My pretty little doll, Iâve missed you.â
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, you did notâcould notâhate him, because damn it all, you loved him. You still love him. You love seeing his (stupid little) face. You love breathing in the same space as him. And youâd tell him all this soon enough, and youâd tell him how sorry you were too, but right now, all you could think about was how you love kissing these thick lips of his that youâve soon captured in your mouth, and damn was it fucking perfect.
The rumble of laughter he makes against you rouses the most delightful tremor down your spine. Your knees give way to accommodate his body as he leans you back down on the seats again, pressing himself hard against you. Thereâs a grind of his hips on yours, not at all subtle with its primal needs. You arenât either with the way you clawed at his back, your lower frame lifting to meet in time with his; it hurt, just a little, to have your bare cunt rub against rough denim, but with this desperation that was so deeply carnal, it was enough to galvanize a delicious friction scurrying through your body, to have you crave for more.Â
But for Seungcheol, the one fully clad in clothes, it was not enough.
The temperature rose as the passion did, and in this cramped space, it all became harder to breathe when all you both did was swallow each otherâs breaths. Seungcheolâs jacket that you had so desperately clung onto was shrugged off his shoulders and thrown into god knows where, and soon, his hands busy themselves with the button of his jeans. You still could not see for shit, and so your heart rammed hard against your ribcage at the mere sound of his clothes ruffling about. When Seungcheol released a sigh, you knew he must have relieved himself of the clothed confines, or maybe had a hand on himself too. Curious, your own hand reaches between your bodies blindly, searching and aimless, then -
âFuck,â Seungcheol breathes when you find what youâre looking for, fingers wrapped around the girth of him. Heâs oh so warm, a hefty weight on your palm that throbs thickly. Then, you feel the jerk of his hips, unable to stop himself from fucking into the ring of your hand. And youâre unable to stop the giggle of delight that bubbles up your throat.
You felt his pointed gaze on you. âYou think this is funny?â
âA little,â you grinned. âKnowing that you havenât fucked anyone in so long and so youâre this desperate.â
âYou havenât either.â You can practically hear the pout in his tone.
And you kiss the pout. âAt least I had some action.â
âAre you trying to piss me off?â
âWe already established that.â You shrug. âAnd it makes for better sex?â
Seungcheol is grumbling.Â
Youâre still laughing.
That is, until you feel his hand grip onto the side of your thigh, lifting and spreading you wide.
âYouâve got such a mouth on you,â Seungcheol clicked his tongue, brushing his fingers up your thigh.Â
You shivered. âAnd you love that I do.â
âI canât argue with that,â he admitted. His free hand grips onto the side of your face, a thumb tenderly swiping over your cheek. That same digit is then tenderly pushed past your rather welcoming mouth, pressing down on the pink, wet muscle. âItâs got other uses.â
It was your turn for your gaze to turn piercing.
Seungcheol chuckled and removed his thumb, but heâs still grasping at your face. âNow, will you please shut up and let me fuck you?â
Your face warmed but you grunted. âCrude.â
With another click of tongue, Seungcheol moves to cup his hand once more over your cunt, middle finger stroking languorously over your slit that has you choking.Â
âStop acting high and mighty when youâre this pathetically wet,â he crooned. âTell me you donât want me then Iâll stop right here.â The very tip of his finger slips inside you and you almost writhe. âMaybe Iâll call Chan out here for you if thatâs what you want. Finish what you started with him.â
You swallowed hard. âN-No.â
His finger retreated. ââNo?â âNoâ what?â
A whine. âI donât want Chan.â
A slow, sharp smile. âThen what do you want, doll?â
This fucking guyâŠ
âYou, you bastard,â you seethed. âI want you.â
âNow, was that so hard?â A laugh. âThough you could be a little nicer.â
âNot sure if you deserve it yet.â
âRight.â
The apprehensive, sarcastic tone he took made your anger flare a little brighter. Defiance, as it always was, was quick to encompass you, but now, it was quick to temper when you feel him prod at your entrance once more with something much girthier than a calloused finger.
You take Seungcheolâs lips in yours once more, swiftly swooping in just as your heart did and desperately expressing every ounce of annoyance and affection possible through this fervent kiss. Then Seungcheol wastes no time, sinking his length inside of you, your silken walls welcoming him with some resistance, yet embracing him nonetheless. A long, shameless moan is pulled right out your lungs and Seungcheol echoed it, sounding like the most immoral harmony to ever grace the planet.Â
âStill tight,â Seungcheol lets out a breathy laugh. âYou werenât kidding about not sleeping with anyone since.â
âYou thought I was lying?â You hissed.Â
âNot at all,â he hummed, a kissâgentle, so unlike the ones that came beforeâis placed on your sneering mouth. âItâs just nice to be reminded.â
The first motions were experimental, shallow thrusts with an extended pace which allowed you to adjust, to feel every inch and vein dragging against your walls. You moved against each other like it was naturalâa sedulous tangle of limbs reaching for each other and swallowing each other up in this shared, rapturous desire. The intimacy was not lost even with the months of loathing each other, and even when the pace is gradually picked up, Seungcheol being so set in clattering your bones and engraving himself so deeply inside. You were quick on the uptake with a similar resolve, your hips undulating as you meet back in time with Seungcheol, the raucous sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off this confined space of his car.
As talkative you guys had been, no words seemed to find you for a while when youâre both so impossibly lost in each other; whatever fragments of worry for the booming party a few feet away or the surrounding slumbering neighborhood were lost to dust. Mouths found other ways to keep busy, Seungcheolâs own having mapped down until heâs burrowed in the juncture of your neck, licking and nipping at skin where your pulse thrums wildly underneath; yours, on the other hand, seemed to only know one word at the very least.
âYes,â you breathed, then continued to breathe with every breath knocked right out of you with each piston of his hips, each slide easier than the last with how much you leak.Â
And Seungcheol is well aware of it, if not for the slippery feel of you, the wet squelches were salient enough, and god, was it inebriating.Â
âYeah?â Seungcheol crooned, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, wet and warm. âDid you miss this? Did you miss me?â
âSo much,â you whimper, hands slipping themselves under his shirt for you to grab at his bare waist, to feel the tension of his muscles as he moves against you. âIâve missed you so fucking much. So please donât stop. Please, please, please.â
At your pitiful pleas, a grin both wide and crazy spreads across his face. Then, heâs grasping at your chin, forcing you to look up at his probably crazed expression when he says, âWho am I to deny what my beautiful doll wants?â
Though, even without your begging, Seungcheol wouldnât dare think to. He doesnât think he was even capable of it. Not when you feel as sinfully divine as you do. Not when you clenched around him like your life depended on it. Not when this was what he had been yearning for for months. And that desire is palpable when rationality slips from him as he fucks into you with a faculty of a mad man. A series of grunts and huffs of breath escapes past parted lips and meshes with the lewd squelches of his merciless drive into you. Even with the gradual building heat in his abdomen, he couldnât rip his gaze off you, admiring every way your expression contorts into that of pleasure and stupor. And that pleasure and stupor is only greatly intensified when heâs easing into you shallowly once more, hitting directly onto the sensitive nerves at an ungodly pace that has you trembling under him just as much as heâs trembling above you.Â
It should have been expected with the sheer amount of yearning heâs had, but the pleasure hit him hard all at once, he barely had time to warn you. Itâs said with a stuttered breath, his thrusts more sloppy and imprecise, and it only takes a few more before his cock gives one valiant twitch and heâs finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, quickly muffled with your shoulder that he bites onto, earning a wail of your own.Â
âCheol,â you moan, your body quivering from the bliss of his warmth filling you up so suddenly. âFuck, itâs so much. Oh my, god.â You could feel his fluids seeping right out of you as his hips turn slow and jerky in its movement. Yet, you take it upon yourself to find your own release, as well as to aid him in riding out his own with slow ruts up into him, the slide much smoother and wetter this time around. Sweat rolls down your body, clothing sticking uncomfortably to your own skin, but your thoughts are too overtaken by your own need and want to be disturbed by it. Then came Seungcheolâs brazen fingers gravitating to your clit and your vision whitened.
âNgh, Cheol!â You cry, followed by delirious babbling of how good everything feels, how fucking good he feels.
Overstimulation teased at his senses, yet somehow Seungcheol still found it in himself to keep driving into you, albeit a little reckless and thoughtless. âLet it out, doll,â he breathes in your ear, tongue lapping at the outer shell. âLet go for me.â
A fucking magic trick, you thought humourously to yourself, as the muscles of your abdomen tense up and flare once those words are caress your ear. The heat spreading under your skin was a white hot flame, melting your insides to goo, blinding your sight. Your sanity is pulled so taut, back arched right off the leather seats and your head thrown so far back your neck strained. Then, youâre letting go just as he wanted, violent with a poorly stifled scream into your own palm.
Seungcheol makes a grab for your wrist, pulling it off you to hear your sweet noises, before heâs crashing his mouth on yours to swallow it down to taste the sweetness for himself. The last remainders of his release are still pouring into you when your own seeps out of you in copious amounts; he uses that sinful concoction, scooping it with the tips of his fingers only to bring it back onto your swollen clit, smearing it with drawn circles.Â
You shudder, pawing weakly at his arm. âCheol, pleaseâŠâ
Heâs huffing a laugh against your lips and obliges, pulling his hand back and away just to place on the side of your thigh, thumbing over the skin.
âYou did well, doll,â Seungcheol crooned, his free hand coming to hold your face for him to press a gentle kiss on your mouth. âMy pretty doll, you always do so well.â
A part of you (pride) grumbled at his little display, but the sincerity now tainting his tone had you crumbling into him, reddened face buried in his shoulder.
âYouâre an asshole,â you muttered, unable to help yourself by letting that sliver of pride slip out.
âI know,â and Seungcheol did sound like he did. Thereâs another kiss pressed on your temple this time. âIâm really sorry.â
A quiet falls on you both once more, but it was nothing like the ones that came before. There was comfort, a familiar ease, and if it werenât for the fact that you both were in the stifling heat of Seungcheolâs car that you both caused, you might have slumbered away. But you basked in it, basked in Seungcheolâs warmth that you had not known (or refused to acknowledge) that you ached for all this time.
Would you come to know that ache again?
You give Seungcheolâs shoulder a slight nudge. âCheol.â
Seungcheol hummed in question, low and soft.
âWe need to clean up.â
âIn a bit,â he groaned. âI just.. I just want to hold you for a bit more.â
Your pulse thrummed. âYou can hold me later in the comfort of your own bedroom, but for now, letâs clean.â
Thereâs a grumble but Seungcheol eventually lets up, though not without a slow thrust made once more inside you.
You grip at his shoulder hard, swallowing down a groan. âWhat the fuck?â
âI just had to make sure itâs all in there,â Seungcheol said too casually, but youâre sure heâs grinning wide. âWe donât want it dripping out as we walk through a crowd of people, right?â
Your face burned in this darkness, but your silence was telling enough for Seungcheol to laugh.
Seungcheol helps you up, cleaning both you and himself as best as he could with some tissue he thankfully had stocked up in his car. Your feet wobble when it touches the ground again, and Seungcheol was quick to steady you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.
âAll good?â He asked as he began to lead you right back into the house where the party booms as loud as ever.
You hum a confirmation, legs weak but slowly regaining itself with each step.
Halfway to the entrance, Seungcheol comes to a slow halt to peer down at you, expression contemplative. You look up at him, expectant.Â
There was no need for words to know the question that hangs above your heads; you both knew each other well enough that it went well beyond words. As for the answerâŠ
âWeâll take it slow,â you said.
Seungcheol nodded. âI didnât expect any other answer.â
You stay there for a moment, looking into each otherâs agreeing gaze, yet still searching. Then, thereâs a wisp of a smile from Seungcheol before heâs turning away.Â
âI really hope Chan was joking about the house being laid to waste while I was gone,â grumbled Seungcheol, leading you again to where the music and chatters grow louder. âNot even sure where Jeonghan went either.â
âMaybe he went off to fuck somewhere too,â you joked.
Seungcheol laughed. âJeonghan? No way. I think heâd have more manners at a party.â
You gave him an offended look. âSo, we donât?â
He didnât miss a beat. âAbsolutely not.â
You kept that gaze at him for a moment more, pointed and heavy, before breaking off into laughter of your own, bright and full. âA perfect pair, we are.â
Seungcheol smiled, his grip on your waist tighter. âWe will be.âÂ
⧠werewolf!choi seungcheol x reader
⧠synopsis: walking through the autumn forest you know you're not alone. there's a predator after you. but can you really be considered his prey if you're more than willing to be caught?
⧠wc is approx. 4.6k
⧠tags: supernatural au, smut, slight horror? prey-and-predator roleplay except your boyfriend is literally a werewolf.
⧠warnings: minors do not interact. feelings of being watched/stalked, being watched/stalked; prey-and-predator dynamics, mentions of being eaten; power dynamics, strength kink, overstimulation. one mention of breeding. consent !! sex without a condom, sex in the forest; multiple rounds n multiple positions. mean!seungcheol, possessive!cheol. pet names (baby, princess, babygirl)
⧠part of the svthub fall-ing for you collab!! make sure to check out the other works!!!!
the silence of the forest tries to convince you that you are completely alone.Â
it was as if the entire wood was holding its breath. no breeze filtered through the leaves; no birds flew overhead. it was just you and the trees.Â
it was completely still and you appeared to be alone.Â
but you know youâre not.Â
you wrap your flannel tighter around your body, the autumn air biting gently at your flesh. it wasnât so cold that you found it intolerable, wasnât so cold that you were searching for warmth. instead you sought comfort from your flannel, as if the fabric could shield you from whatever lurked in the forest.Â
because you werenât alone.Â
you know that. you know that just as you know night would be falling in a few hours, just as you know that the full silver moon would soon begin creeping into the sky.Â
you werenât ignorant enough presume you would be lucky enough to escape the notice of whatever lurked in the depths of the forest.Â
so you walk through the forest, looking up at the trees. their foliage was far prettier than the dull brown of the shrubbery. the trees boasted their beautiful colors, shades of vivid crimson and deep gold; there was an amber leaf on the ground larger than your hand, and you wishes that you had your phone so you could take a picture.Â
instead you contine to walk.Â
deeper and deeper you walk into the forest. itâs quiet except for your movements. even when you pass a brook, its cold waters rushing over smoothed stones, its song seems muted.Â
maybe it was because you are all too aware that you were being watched.Â
you canât see your stalker. but you could feel them. you could feel the weight of their eyes on your body, could feel how the hairs at the back of your neck were rising.Â
turning around only meant that you would be walking directly into their path. and so you continue onwards, deeper and deeper.Â
you wish your boyfriend was here.Â
seungcheol isnât extraordinarily brave; he isnât necessarily a hero. he didnât push you in front of him when the two of you dared to go into haunted houses during halloween but he still rushed through them, his hand clamped tightly around yours as he tried to find an exit.Â
he isnât a physical fighter either. but there is something about seungcheolâs presence that humbled those around him. from his broad stature to his thick brows, seungcheolsâa aura just said that he wasnât someone to mess with.Â
but you know him beneath that exterior. his cute pouts, his boyish laughter and charm. his devotion to you. that was who you wanted at your side right now, walking through the forest with that feeling of being watched never leaving.Â
it would be nice to even hold his hand, you think. to feel his warm. even if you just linked your pinkie through his you would be all right.Â
you pause beneath a maple tree. it is large, its leaves a gradient that shift from bright yellow to a fiery orange.Â
a bird sings overhead. and you listen. it stops quickly, and you watch as it breaks from the treeline to fly away, abandoning you to whomever watched you walk through the forest.Â
seungcheol wouldnât abandon you. he would keep watch over you while you rested, would grab your hand and reassure you before leading you back through the forest.Â
you continue on your way.Â
eventually you come across a river. it is wide enough to where you donât dare to swim and you know better than to think that you could wade across. fallen tree leaves float along, and you wish for a fleeting moment that you could be a leaf and just float away.Â
but you werenât a leaf.Â
you follow the river alongside its muddy edge, walking quickly so your shoes wonât sink too far. thereâs a bridge ahead, itâs black metal vivid against the beautiful and serene autumn scene.Â
there is a gravel path that leads to the bridge. as soon as you step onto it, rocks shifting beneath your feet, you hear something.Â
you canât be sure of what it is. you couldnât really make anything out, the noise quiet and muffled. but you know thereâs something out there.Â
you go still.Â
you hear a bush rustling behind you, hidden, and thatâs all you need to continue onward. you go onto the bridge, reaching for the cold railing. you slide your fingers along its surface as you walk, its frigidness biting at your fingers.Â
you are halfway when you feel it. your entire body freezes, heart hammering so loudly in your chest that it almost sounds like thunder. you canât move. you imagine this was what your ancestors felt like when they came upon a saber-tooth tiger or some other sort of apex predator. you imagine them frozen with horror; paralyzed with it.Â
âlook at me baby.â
as if his words were a commandment given by a god, you are powerless to do anything but obey. you turn on the bridge.Â
and heâs standing there.Â
he is stocky with broad shoulders and hips. his hair is a mop of black waves. you canât make out his features, but you knew him and knew there was a smirk playing on his dark cherry lips, knew that his lips were twinkling underneath his thick brows.Â
âyouâve walked awfully far, princess,â he says. he steps onto the bridge entirely. you watch him the way prey watches their hunters; fearful and observant. âdonât you think itâs time to stop? time to give in?â
for another horrifying moment you canât speak. pure horror freezes your entire being. you were right, you had been followed, had been stalked through the forest. you wish you had been wrong.Â
you knew him, knew the danger that lurked underneath his skin.Â
your thigh twitched from being held so tightly for so long. you became alive again.Â
you make a step back. he takes several more towards you, walking casually, uncaring of your fear. you can only move a little compared to his broad, relaxed steps.Â
he continues to talk as he moves towards you. âi thought you wouldâve given up by now, baby. wouldâve turned back to the car before now.â
âyou --â your voice breaks. âyouâre -- you leave me alone.â
âaw,â he says, now close enough that you can see his grin. âitâs cute that you think youâve got any authority here, princess.â
itâs horrible the way that his words electrify you. they send shocks of fear and something you refuse to name through your system; make your entire being alive with something other than fear.Â
he looks up to the sky. you canât help but follow his gaze. the sun was sinking, the light blue of the sky making way for sweet pinks and soft oranges.Â
âthe full moon is tonight.â he puts his hands into his coat pockets, looking back at you and still grinning. the two of you are still too far apart for you to make the fine details of him, such as his eyelashes but you swear you can see his canines; see hos abnormally long they were and how they glinted in the light.Â
âthe sunâs going down.â he keeps his gaze on you as he continues across the bridge, his footfalls striking fear further into your heart. âlooks like weâve missed supper, princess. but donât worry. i think i see something temping in front of me . . . â
âand i just canât wait to eat you up.â
his words seem to get you back into motion. you turn on him and begun to run to the other side of the bridge, footsteps loud, every fiber in your being screaming at you to get away.Â
get away, get away, get away from him, get away from that wolf.Â
you can hear him running after you. you need to go quick, need to go faster.Â
âcome on princess!â he shouts. you try to pick up speed. you need to go and go and go, needed to find your way back to your car. need to get in and lock the door and go far far away.Â
the wolf was going to get you. and he was going to devour you.Â
âstop running babe!â you leave the gravel path behind, breaking into the treeline and into the forest. âIâm gonna get you! running will just prolong it!â
the trees blend, and your breath becomes harsher. your heart hammers in your chest.Â
you canât keep running. you canât hide either, not with his superior sense of smell due to his nature.Â
you conclude that you will have to try and fight when you feel something grab you. youâre yanked back and you can feel arms wrap around you before the combined momentum of his body hitting yours makes you strike the ground.Â
you donât land on the ground but on him. for a moment you are breathless, hands clenching at his flannel as you fight for breath. heâs not out of breath at all, and his thick eyebrows are high on his face as he watches you.Â
âtold you iâd catch you,â he says, smug. his eyes flicker over your face, drinking you in. ânow youâre mine, princess.â
you push back against him, trying to tear yourself out of his arm, thick arms. he lets you go for a moment, letting you think that you can get away. then his arms are wrapping back around you, pushing.Â
he traps you against the ground. you can hear leaves crinkling underneath your body as you lash out against the man, trying to push his body away. but heâs sturdy, his thick thighs framing yours and his hands pressing against your shoulders and keeping you down.Â
âcome on, baby,â he says, thick lips pushed into a pout. âstop fighting me. iâve got you.â
you nearly have your breath when he begins to lower his face to yours. you canât help but look at him, take in his striking features. the set of his eyes, the sweet brown of them. his smirk and how his lips are slightly cracked.Â
his breath ghosts over your face as he takes you in. his lips hover over your cheeks; your temple. his body is warm and heavy on you, to the point where you can no longer feel the bitter autumn air.Â
he moves his hand to your face. he presses his palm against your cheek, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. he has you in the literal palm of his hand and you were helpless. all thoughts of fighting has left your system and you canât help but bask in his presence now that heâs here.Â
âsee?â he is smirking. his thumb tugs at your mouth. his canines look awfully sharp. âall the fightâs left you, baby. youâre in my arms, where you belong.â
that sends the fight back into you. you wrinkle your face, hands releasing their grip on his flannel to push at him again. âfuck you!â
he laughs. âcome on, princess. just a taste, babygirl. just a bite.â
he shifts on you, weight going to your thighs. he moves his face back to yours, lips skimming over the curve of your cheek and the line of your jaw.Â
âjust a bite,â he echoes. as soon as you feel his teeth against your skin you freeze, hand going back to his coat and twisting.Â
itâs horrible, you think. horrible that youâre so eager for him.Â
you tilt your head back, baring your neck.Â
you can feel his smile against your throat. he bites at your neck weakly, without any real intent. you canât help but whine.Â
âsee princess? youâre so eager for me, so willing.â his words send a flood of warmth through your body and you can feel it as they settle in your cunt, could feel the way your juices begin to wet your panties.
you whine something that sounds like a name. he exhales against your skin, one of his hands moving against your body. he moves his hand up underneath your shirt. you canât help but jolt as your body is exposed to the chilled autumn air.Â
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes. he presses his nose against your throat, breathing you in. his hands settles against your stomach, thumb swiping at your skin. âiâll take good care of you, princess.â
itâs horrible, you think. your boyfriend is such a sweet man. he buys you more clothes and jewelry than you know what to do with, spoiling you relentlessly. he treats you as if youâre a princess. he loves you with every fiber of his being, loves your fiercely and treasures you more than any diamond.Â
and here he is, body settled over yours. he stalked you through the forest, used his werewolf senses to track you down and make you feel like you were being hunted. he has you trapped beneath him, has you wishing so desperately he would just devour you.Â
he was your kind, sweet boyfriend.
and here he is reminding you that underneath his skin heâs a predator.Â
and you are his prey.Â
seungcheol's hand moves further up your shirt as his mouth diligently works against your neck. he nibbles at your skin, alternating between biting gently and sucking. he's teasing you, you know; teasing you and making you nothing but putty beneath him.
"get off," you mumble, words quiet and body moving against him, trying to feel more and more of him. "leave me alone."
you can feel seungcheol grin against your skin. his fingers skim along the underside of your breast and through your bra, but you can feel the scrape of his nail against you. your mind focuses on the tingling sensation, and when he shifts on you again, his knee coming up and pressing against your cunt, you can't help but get truly desperate.
immediately you're flattening your cunt against his knee, rubbing against it through the layers of fabric.
he laughs at you. "see? i've barely even done anything to you and you're so desperate for me, princess. you could cum from just this, can't you?"
you shake your head in denial. seungcheol moves his hand over your breast, tracing your nipple through your bra. his begins sucking at your skin in favor, grinding his knee up against your cunt.
"cheol," you sob out, fingers grabbing at him. "need more."
"so much for pretending," he laughs. he pulls his face from your neck. "chasing you really got you all bothered, didn't it?"
"don't make fun of me!" you can't help but whine at him.
seungcheol chuckles again. he's grinning at you, eyes sparkling with affection. "what do you want to do? keep playing?"
you sniffle. "please."
his smile hardens into something more cunning. he takes out his hand from underneath your shirt, letting the cold air hit your stomach again. "hm? what's that, baby? want me to be the big bad wolf? want me to be mean and rough?"
you want it. horribly, you want it. the thought of your boyfriend, your big strong werewolf boyfriend, loosing himself.
"come on babygirl. use your words."
"please," you beg.
seungcheol laughs again. "fuck, princess. such a fucking slut, aren't you? so fucking desperate. you don't care what's going on as long as i'm fucking you."
"just want you," you agree. and you did. you wanted seungcheol so fucking much. wanted him, his strong hands pressing you against the forest floor, his fat cock fucking into your cunt. you wanted him in a way you never wanted anything else, a way completely foreign to except for when you were with choi seungcheol.
"cute." seungcheol moves off of you just enough so he could begin working at your pants. he pops the button of your jeans quickly, pulling your jeans off just as fast. you can't even despair at the cold air before he's moving his body back over yours.
"can't believe you ran from me." he pushes his knee back up to your cunt. now that your jeans were out of the way you could feel him better, could feel the scratch of his jeans against your cunt and through your panties better.
and it feels so fucking good. grinding your cunt down on his knee, using him. it sends sparks to your gut and cunt, and your hips move on their own, searching.
"ran from me and here you are, fucking yourself on my knee." seungcheol lowers his face back to yours, lips skimming over your cheek. he doesn't kiss you. normally his lips are constantly against yours, devouring your mouth. but he keeps his mouth away from yours, and it does something to your mind to know that your boyfriend, the man who would give you the world, won't give you this one thing.
"my hands are cold, baby," he says. seungcheol moves his hand back along your chest, letting his fingers skim over you. "guess i'll just have to use you to get warmed up."
you shake your head, trying to remember the plot. "nnn -- no -- pervert --"
but then you grab his hand and push it down. seungcheol slips his hand into your panties, finding your cunt and molding his hand against it naturally.
"fuck, princess," he sighs, lashes fluttering. "cunt's so fucking warm. gonna feel so good milking my cock."
your cunt tightens at his words, wishing it was his cock. he grins, mouth to your neck. he mouths at your neck, kissing sloppily while his hand slowly moves at your pussy.
he works his hand against you, fingers slow. he draws his fingers against your cunt and clit over and over and over, playing your pussy through your panties languidly; as if you were in the comfort of your bed and not on the forest floor, bodies surrounded by fallen autumn leaves.
seungcheol works you to orgasm slowly. satisfaction escapes you -- you want more. you want him fucking you, want him rough against you.
but seungcheol refuses. he bites and licks at your neck, marking you. he maneuvers his fingers so his thumb is pressing flat against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. he focuses on your clit, dragging his thumb over it.
and you hate it.
his hand at your cunt has you whining, hips bucking up and begging for more. your panties are soaked through, warm from the heat of your pussy. you can't feel him the way you want to, can't feel all of him the way you so desperately need.
"need," you rasp out. one of your hands moves to the forest ground beside you, grabbing. leaves crinkle in your grasp. "more, please. more, need more, cheol."
seungcheol removes his hand from your cunt. you whine high at the back of your throat. you wanted more, didn't want him to take his hand away completely.
"such a little slut for me," he laughs. he moves back, sitting. seungcheol grabs your panties in both hands and pulls. your underwear is ripped, and he tosses them aside. "all i had to do was get you beneath me, huh? just had to show some dominance and you're nothing but an eager little slut."
"not," you protest. his hands smooth over your thighs and then he's pushing them apart. "not a slut."
"no?" he moves his hand along your skin, fingernails dragging and sending sparks through you. "then what would you call it, princess? running from me only to give up as soon as i get my hands on you?"
"you're mean."
seungcheol raises a thick brow. he doesn't disagree. his hand finds your cunt naturally. two of his thick fingers hook into your pussy just as quickly, familiar with your body.
"i'm mean?" he slowly feeds his fingers into you, sliding them until you've taken their entire length. you can't help but let your eyes roll back, mouth parting in a wordless moan. his fingers were always so thick, stretching out your cunt and making it burn in the most delightful way.
"i'm mean and yet here i am, fucking your little cunt with my fingers on the forest floor."
"you're not," you argue, voice tight. "you're just sitting there. not moving them, just fucking using my -- my --"
he grins. "your what, princess?"
you refuse to say it, twisting your fingers against the leaves on either side of you. the autumn air bites at your skin but you can't care, can't care when seungcheol's body is framing you and his thick fingers are up your pussy.
"say it." with one hand in your cunt he uses the other to push back his hair, showing off how he has one eyebrow cocked. "gotta use your words, baby. or i'll just leave you here. make you walk all the way to your car with no panties, cunt wanting more."
you whine. "i -- cheol."
he hums, shifting. the movement has his fingers sliding, just slightly, in your pussy. it's just enough to remind you of how desperate you are.
"please," you beg, "please cheol. i want -- i want you to fuck me, want you to fuck -- fuck my pussy."
seungcheol laughs, and then he's pulling his fingers from your pussy. you don't have a chance to miss his fingers before he's shoving them back in. he isn't gentle, and he's fucking your cunt with his fingers the way he would use his cock.
the pain of being opened isn't pain so much as it is that pleasure-pain that you crave. the sort that you seek out after a long day. it's the sort that has you moaning and letting your legs fall all the way open, allowing seungcheol to move closer.
you could cum like this.
but then seungcheol moves his hand from your pussy entirely. you groan, hips still moving up in hopes of him sinking his hand back into your pussy. you want, you want and want and want and here he was, depriving you, turning you into this wanton creature.
seungcheol then works at his jeans and all the protests vanish. you watch hungrily as he discards his jeans and underwear.
his dick makes you drool as soon as you see it. thick and long and pretty. he wraps his hand around it, rubbing at the head. you can't help but watch, greedy, as a white pearl of cum begins to bead at its tip.
"want it?" he asks despite knowing you do. "should make you beg, shouldn't i? make you beg for my cock."
you open your mouth to do just that but then he's on you. seungcheol's large hands are on your body, moving you, manipulating you. he flips you onto your front, moving you to rest on your knees. you can feel him press his cock against your ass, and, like a slut, you push back against him, hoping he'd fuck into you.
seungcheol does. he fucks into your cunt, shoving his dick into your pussy and mounting you like an animal. as if you were both animals. he allows your pussy to adjust for just a moment, just long enough for you to grab at the ground and bury your face against the cold dirt.
and then seungcheol's fucking you. he rams his cock into your pussy, relentless. the angle due to the position has you drooling, has you biting your lips and moaning.
"take it," he commands, hands grabbing at your hips. he holds you still, making you take his cock. "running from me like you're not mine, like you're not mine to fuck. like your cunt isn't mine, princess, like you're warm little pussy isn't mine to fuck and breed and your body isn't mine."
and seungcheol fucks you like you're his. fucks you like you're his and nobody else's, like he owns you, owns you just to fuck you.
you could nearly cum like that.
but he doesn't let you.
because choi seungcheol looks like a cute, doting boyfriend. but underneath underneath that he's a mean, greedy wolf that wants.
seungcheol draws out of you, the slide of his dick making your toes curl. he manipulates you again, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting. he uses his strength to bring snap his dick into your pussy over and over, relentless in his search.
"fucking princess," he growls. and then his fingers are back to your cunt, sliding against your wet pussy and finding your clit. he matches his pace with how he rubs at your clit, and soon enough he's bringing an orgasm that comes crashing through your body.
he doesn't stop there of course. seungcheol continues fucking you. he rams into your pussy, shoving his fat dick into your warm pussy.
"mine," he says, voice low in the back of his throat. seungcheol ducks his head, pushing you back to the ground and covering your body with his. you can see his canines, long and white, glinting; can see the ring of golden that had begun to grow around his pupils.
"yours," you agree.
you quickly become oversensitive. each thrust in and out has you whining, has you wiggling in his grasp. seungcheol doesn't care. you don't protest and so he continues, fucking into you.
you orgasm again. seungcheol grins, teeth sharp. "that's it," he says. "milk my cock, pretty girl."
he's moving you again. you're light underneath his hands, his strength allowing him to move you however. he's moving you back onto your front, one arm looping around your middle to keep your ass pressed against him and his cock sheathed deep in your pussy.
but it's not satisfying. not to him.
and so he moves again. he pushes you, his hand between the blades of your back and keeping you still. each slap of his hips against you leaves a sting, but it's so delicious you can't, and don't want to, do anything other than take it.
in this new position he seems to find what he was searching for. seungcheol growls, something that sounds more animal than human. he rams into you, cock striking your core with each thrust, harsh and strong and rough.
you know you're making loud, obnoxious whines. but you can't stop. not when he's fucking you like he wants to breed you, when he's fucking you like this.
"fuckin' running from me," he hisses, "running like you're not mine. i've got you, princess. fucking got you."
when seungcheol cums he's filling you to the brim. he's painting the inside of you white with his spunk, marking you. when he pulls out he's still hard, and he takes himself in hand. seungcheol fucks into his fist as he looks at you, eyes roaming over your body as you lay against the forest floor.
when he spills again it's on your bare ass, marking you on the outside. you don't think he'll ever stop cumming. eventually, however, he does.
seungcheol drapes himself over you, ignoring the mess. he pants into your ear, arms wrapping around your body and holding you.
you don't know how long the two of you lay on the ground. the front of your body, the part pressed against the dirt, is cold. everywhere seungcheol touches is warm, and when he finally goes to pull away you whine, not wanting to loose his touch.
in the end seungcheol carries you back to the car. he holds you like you weigh nothing. you can see the gold begin to eclipse the brown of his eyes, and when he speaks its in a rasp.
he tucks you into the car, pulling the blankets around your body. seungcheol presses kisses to your face, lingering, not wanting to leave.
when he finally does move from you he's at the edge of transformation. he can barely speak, sweat beginning to dot his hairline.
but seungcheol darts forward for one more kiss despite this, clingy and wanting. because despite the werewolf exterior, despite the fact that he is, by all appearances he is a monster, seungcheol, under his skin, yours.
⧠roommate!pervert! kim mingyu x f!roommate!pervert! reader
⧠summary: you are hiding a secret from mingyu. little do you know that he's hiding one from you too.
⧠wx is approx 6.5k
⧠warnings/tags: MDNI. both reader and gyu are perverts in this; don't like, don't read! dom!gyu, top!gyu, bottom!reader, sub!reader, bratty reader (ish). humiliation, degradation (calling each other pervert, etc), pet names (baby girl, princess, baby, etc.). oral, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstim. rough sex, crying during sex. roommates to lovers (presumably), jealousy, panty-sniffing, masturbating in someone else's bed. you can fit in his hoodie, bickering, gyu is a simp, dirty talk, gyu loves pussy. and the kinkiest one of them all: pining!!! there's a lot going on here, so i may have missed out on something!!
⧠author's note: yeah. enjoy!!! this is outright perversion. if you don't like it, don't interact and keep scrolling
You weren't a logical person. First and foremost, reason had always eluded you. You would forget about just having taken a pan off of the burner and go to pick it up, burning your hands and causing your roommate to banish you from the kitchen. You would wait to take showers until the morning, despite your hatred for waking up earlier than necessary, followed by you wasting the time you set aside in the morning for showering by watching videos on your phone and scrolling through your feed.
Yes; logic and reason sometimes escaped you completely.
Which was why when Mingyu returned from a date, grinning broadly and in a good mood, you resigned yourself to a fate of watching your roommate and crush swoon into the arms of another. You called your boss, saying you wouldn't be able to come into work the next day, plan mapped out in your head.
The next morning you bid Mingyu goodbye from your bedroom, quoting your "sickness" for your reason as to why you were staying behind.
Mingyu frowned, moving towards you. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his other large hand rising to cup your cheek. "You feel okay to me. What is it? Stomach ache, migraine? Do you feel like you need to puke? Should I go to the store and get constipation medicine? I think I'll call in, you need someone to take care of you --"
"I don't!" You snapped, reaching up and grabbing his wrist, dragging the hand that was pressed against your forehead. You wrapped his large hand between yours, squeezing. "Don't worry, Mingyu. I'm fine, I swear. Just need a day of rest and I'll be back at it tomorrow. Promise."
He furrowed his brows, unconvinced. Mingyu moved the hand that was cupping your cheek, using it instead to brush back a few strands of hair that were framing your face. "I'm not sure. If you really don't feel good then I should stay and help."
"Don't," you returned gently, rubbing your thumb against his wrist. "I'll be okay."
"You know my office number?" He asked, fingers brushing against the shell of your ear. "In case I can't answer my mobile?"
"Yes, I've got it on my phone."
"Okay, good. If you need me and can't reach me, call the office phone. Tell them you want Kim Mingyu in Sales, yeah?"
You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to appear disinterested, tried to put on an act for him. In reality your heart was fluttering with every shift of his hand against you, his concern making you soft and endeared. It was proof that even if his heart was in the hands of another, he still felt something for you, even if it was just as a roommate and good friend.
You followed him to the door of your apartment, hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie. "I'll be okay, Mingyu."
"There's leftovers from last night in the fridge," he said, pausing at the entrance. "But the beef might be too heavy for your stomach right now. Maybe I should call in for an hour and make you some soup --"
You laughed, pushing at him. It didn't do much other than make him stumble back. "Go! I'm grown, Mingyu. I can take care of myself. This isn't the first time I've been sick while alone."
He frowned again. He was too beautiful to be frowning, you thought. It didn't suit him. "I know, but you shouldn't have to be, shouldn't have to take care of yourself."
You shrugged, pulling the door open for him. "Maybe get me a cute and rich boyfriend from that office of yours and I won't have to be."
"I --" He broke off, brows furrowed. Then he sighed. "Fine. When I get home tonight I'll make something extra good, okay? But if you're worse then I'll take tomorrow off."
"I won't be worse," you returned. "You're worrying over nothing."
"Maybe," Mingyu said. Then he reached out, arms wrapping around you and bringing you into a hug. He was warm, his body wrapping around you and pressing you close. Your nose was tucked into his chest, and you could feel his body beneath his shirt, could smell his cologne and natural scent. "Like I said. If you get worse before I get home --"
"Goodbye," you laughed, pulling back. Immediately your body was missing his warmth, wanting to sink back into his embrace. Instead you gently prodded him towards the door, waving goodbye as he walked down the hall.
As soon as he left you bolted for the bathroom. You reached into the dirty hamper and, reasoning that this would be the last time you did this and you were only doing it as a way to deal with the knowledge of the impending death of your romance with Kim Mingyu despite it never actually existing, pulled out his sleep shirt from last night. Today was Thursday, which meant tonight when he got home from work Mingyu would go around collecting all the dirty laundry to do, including yours; it also meant that he had slept in this shirt for the past two nights, making his scent especially noticeable.
You pulled it up to your nose, pressing your face against the collar. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, his natural scent filling your senses.
Then you pulled off your hoodie, tugging on his shirt. You left your hoodie in the bathroom; you'd just change into it before he got off work at five.
You returned to your room momentarily to grab your phone and switch. Then, with your heart in your throat and excitement buzzing in your veins, you pushed open the door to his bedroom.
His bed was neatly made, black comforter perfectly matching his pillow case. Mingyu always made his bed in the mornings, and you felt a little bad as you pulled back the comforter and slid in, ruining his work.
But then you caught a whiff of him, his cologne that still lingered in the air from him spraying some before he left for work, and all shame and guilt fled from your body.
You spent a moment with your face pressed into his pillow, breathing him in. You loved these moments, when you could just pretend you were wrapped in him, when you could pretend you weren't stealing moments like some crazy roommate, when you could pretend you were his and he was yours, and you were welcome to press your face into his pillows.
Your hand traveled down to your stomach, fingers pressed against the waistband of your sleep pants. For a fleeting second you entertained the thought of pushing your hand into your panties, pressing your thumb against your clit and toying with it like you had so many times before while in the comfort of Mingyu's bed.
But then you remembered the stage you had left your game at last night, and thought otherwise.
And so your day was spent accordingly:
9 AM: playing on your switch after setting an alarm for 5 PM, when Mingyu got off work
10 AM: taking a quick break for the restroom, snacks and water
11 AM: switching from your game to another; texting Mingyu and telling him you were, in fact, okay and hadn't passed out
12 PM: pulling yourself from Mingyu's bed to wander into the kitchen and grab leftovers, taking and sending a picture to Mingyu to reassure him that yes, you were eating something
1 PM: putting on a documentary to listen to while playing on your phone, falling asleep ten minutes in
2 PM: still sleeping
3 PM: waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening --
Waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening.
You were going to puke.
The apartment door was closed with a thud, your roommate's voice calling out. "Y/n! I took a half day so I could come home and help you! I just wanted to check and make sure you were all right before I went to the store to get some stuff to make supper."
You threw off his covers in a rush, feet hitting the carpet. You had left your hoodie in the bathroom, and you had an array of snacks and your switch on his bed. No matter how hard you raked through your brain for a solution, a way to get out of this, a way to lie to Mingyu and say no, you weren't sleeping in his bed, you came up empty.
You could blame it on your sickness, you reasoned badly. Could say you had missed him and you were feeling especially bad, and that in your desperation you ran to find comfort in his bed. And when he would ask if you ever slept or laid in his bed before you would, reasonably, lie and say you hadn't.
But if you did say that you were feeling worse, Mingyu would take tomorrow off. He'd decide to take care of you instead of working, and would say that your health was more important than a day of work.
And the guilt you'd feel would be immense.
"Hey!" He called, his voice loud and nearing the hall. "I'm gonna go ahead and throw some laundry in. Do you want me to clean any specific comfy clothes for you?"
You bit down at your lip.
Ah, well: it was your recklessness that got you in this mess. It would just have to be your recklessness that got you out of it.
And so you went to the door of his bedroom, slowly turning it and meeting the startled eyes of one Kim Mingyu, bent over the laundry hamper, a piece of fabric raised to his nose.
Your eyes zeroed in on the fabric, and for a moment your brain went blank as you tried to recognize why it was so familiar. But then realization soaked in, and you let out a loud, sharp gasp.
"Are you fucking smelling my underwear?"
Mingyu let out a gasp of his own, straightening. He didn't drop your underwear, however, still holding it. "Are you wearing my clothes? Wait -- why are you in my room?"
"No," you said, shaking your head. You stepped out of his room, crossing your arms over your chest, bunching up his shirt. "No. I refuse to let you turn this on me when what you were doing was infinitely weirder. Were you smelling my underwear, Mingyu?"
He winced, raising the hand that was holding the underwear to scratch at his neck. As soon as he did so he realized he was still holding your underwear and, a horrified look overtaking his face, dropped it.
"I -- " He glanced at you before fixing his gaze at your chest. "That is my shirt, isn't it?"
You snapped your fingers at him. "Gyu. That's not what's important right now."
"I feel like it is a little important."
"I mean, not in comparison to you sniffing my fucking panties!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Is that why you insist on doing the laundry? To smell my dirty fucking underwear like some pervert?"
His mouth dropped, eyes wide. Mingyu scoffed, crossing his own arms over his chest. You valiantly tried to ignore how this action made his forearms, the sleeves of which he had rolled up, bulge, veins thick and running so beautifully down his arms. "I do the laundry because I like it, I'll have you know."
"The first sign I should've paid attention to," you retorted, "no one likes doing the laundry."
"You're ridiculous," Mingyu returned. "And what explanation do you have for wearing my shirt -- my dirty shirt -- and being in my room?"
"I'll have you know that I was feeling ill and in need of comfort," you said, sticking your nose up at him. Mingyu raised his eyebrows. "And I went to take a nap in your room."
"In my shirt."
"Yes," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "In your shirt. You caught me! Your friend of four years was in need of comfort while sick and thought wearing your shirt and sleeping in your bed will help."
Mingyu hummed. Then he was walking closer, leaving your dirty underwear behind. "And that's all you did? Just slept in my bed?"
"Yes," you lied, moving to block his entrance into his bedroom. Mingyu glanced down at you, before he simply just leaned against the frame. Due to his tall height he was able to look past you, and with the new angle, was able to look right onto the bed. "Wait --"
"Is that your switch? And snacks?"
You huffed, pushing at his thick chest. Mingyu hardly budged. "That's not the problem at hand, Kim Mingyu. It's you sniffing my underwear --"
"You went and put on my shirt and played video games in my bed," he said, his eyes glinting dangerously. You started to feel the conversation slipping from your fingers. "Because what? You wanted comfort? I bet you're not even sick, Y/n."
You gasped, sputtering. He raised his brows at you, and you felt heat rush to your face. "I -- I mean -- I am! I'm really sick and that's really insensitive of you to try and say otherwise. I'm appalled."
Mingyu smirked down at you, and that's when you knew the trap he had set for you had sprung. You had fallen into his hands. "You called into work just to spend the day laying in my bed. I think this is something we need to talk about. Here: I'll explain why I was smelling your underwear if you explain why you were in my bed."
"You know what?" You pushed at him again, trying to edge past his large, towering frame. "I'll do you a solid and forget about the panties incident. You just pretend this didn't happen and I'll pretend too. We'll just pretend today didn't happen."
"I don't think so," Mingyu began.
But then you broke out into a sprint.
He made a startled noise behind you, and you heard his rapid footsteps behind you as Mingyu launched into the chase. A loud squeal left you as you felt his hand brush against your shirt, but then you were sharply turning into your bedroom.
Mingyu shoved his form against the door as you went to close it, making you stumble back. You squealed again, heart hammering. He reached for you again, and you let out a muffled scream as Mingyu tackled you back onto your bed.
"Why were you in my room, Y/n?" He sang, squirming so he was pressing you down. He was holding your shoulders against the bed, knees on either side of your legs from where they hung over the edge of the bed. "Come on, tell the truth, sweetheart. Why were you in my bed? Hm? Why do you find comfort in me, darling?"
You huffed, pouting out your lips. "Not saying anything. Can't make me."
"Yeah?" He laughed, dark eyes sparkling. His bangs fell into his face, obscuring your view a little. "Tell me why you were laying in my bed with my shirt and I'll say why I was smelling your underwear like a pervert."
"I want my lawyer."
"Good luck finding one," he laughed. "You were caught red-handed, babe. Just admit it. Why were you all comfy in my bed? Why did you pick out the shirt I had slept in for the past two nights instead of a clean one from my closet? Is it -- gasp --" you rolled your eyes at his "gasp", which was really just him saying the word, "is it because you're a dirty pervert?"
Your mouth fell open, eyes wide. "I am not --"
He laughed again. You squirmed against him, but he tightened his hold against your shoulders. Mingyu shifted, moving so one of his knees was pressed against your thigh on top of the bed. He had you surrounded, had you trapped between his body and the bed. "You're just as much of a dirty pervert as I am. I bet you were touching yourself in my bed, too."
"What the fuck --"
It took you a moment to realize his mouth was on yours.
Your entire body froze. Your brain decided to go on break, decided to tap out. Every single neuron and electron decided to check out, your blood going still.
He pulled away slightly, sighing. Then Mingyu was pressing a small, short kiss to your lower lip.
All systems kicked back online. You gasped, loudly. Then, perhaps far too eagerly for someone trying to proclaim their innocence, you craned your neck, desperate to capture his lips.
The kiss was, in your opinion, the kiss to end all kisses. It was the Mount Everest of kisses, the Venice of all kisses; after kissing Mingyu you would be ruined for all other people, would be left unsatisfied for the rest of your life unless you were kissing Kim Mingyu.
He was warm, surrounding you, his mouth devouring. Mingyu claimed your mouth for his own, releasing his hold on you to run his hand through your hair, cupping your head and tilting it, furthering his exploration of your mouth. His tongue slid against your lips before entering, sliding against your own and further ruining you for all other people.
Mingyu parted from your mouth with a slick noise that, shamefully, sent a flood of warmth through you, all the way from your head to your cunt to your toes. His body pressed against you didn't help either, so large and impressive against you.
"I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, eyes flickering between your mouth and lips. "I've been smelling your dirty fucking panties for the past two years."
You gasped, and he was kissing you again.
His bit down on your lower lip, then sliding his tongue against it to soothe the bite. Mingyu moved his mouth against yours like the ocean lapped at the beach, ever-moving and smooth, pushing and pulling, leaving you breathless and wanting.
Mingyu pulled away, the hand cupping your face sliding. He cupped your chin with his large hand, thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth. "Been fucking want to kiss you for years. You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment, how long I've been wanting to press you against your bed and fuck you senseless."
Your eyes widened, a soft little noise escaping. Your hands went to his body, gripping his shirt, pulling. "Mingyu -- but you've -- you just went on a date last night."
He huffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Then his mouth began to travel, using his grip on your chin to keep your head tilted, allowing him access to your neck. "That's what I told you."
"You lied?!"
Mingyu pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your throat. He hummed, nosing against your jaw. "Forgive me, won't you?"
"I thought --" You groaned, hands twisting into the fabric of his shirt. "I thought you had met this gorgeous babe who fucking swept you off your feet!"
Mingyu pulled away, tilting his head. He looked adorable, despite the red of his lips from kissing you. "You were jealous? Is that why you took the day off?"
"No --"
"You were," he accused, grinning wide enough to show off his canines. "You were jealous. You were so jealous you took the day off work so you could lounge around in my shirt and bed and mope."
You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Okay, Panty Sniffer."
Mingyu giggled, leaning back down to press a kiss to your mouth. "You didn't ask, by the way."
Distracted by his mouth and wanting more, you halfheartedly answered with a soft "what".
"Ask me," he demanded, not letting his mouth meet yours. Mingyu skimmed his lips back down your throat, nose nuzzling against you. "Ask me why I smell your panties, lovely."
You groaned, giving up on kissing him. Mingyu pressed a kiss to the base of your throat. "Why were you smelling my dirty underwear, Gyu?"
He grinned against your skin. "Because I love the smell of your cunt, baby. Love the way it lingers on your panties, love imagining pressing my face against your perfect pussy, feeling your heat, tasting your sweetness. Do you know what I do after I smell your panties?"
You let out an inquisitive noise, your mind no longer on the conversation. You heard what he was saying, and so did your cunt, but your mind was focused on his hand as it dragged alongside you, the weight of it seemingly like a heavy brand as he toyed with the hem of your shirt, hiking it up.
"I'll take them." Your eyes widened, a little noise escaping you. "I only take one at a time; shouldn't be too cocky, yeah? I'll take it back to my room and press my face to it, press my face to your dirty panties and breathe you in while I fuck my hand."
"You --" Your voice broke as his hand slid beneath your shirt, groping at your hip. "You -- you pervert --"
Mingyu laughed. He shifted, sliding his hand further up your torso while his mouth returned to your lips. "You're a pervert too, sweetheart. Come on. Tell me. Tell me about what you do in my bed."
You groaned as his mouth slid against yours, eyes fluttering. When he pulled away, unsatisfied with your lack of a response, you frowned up at him. You wanted to kiss him, damn it. "I won't. You can't make me say anything, Gyu."
Mingyu giggled, sliding his hand up and up and up, until he was grabbing at your breast. You let out a loud gasp, arching up into his touch. "You think so, baby? Think I can't make you talk?"
A whine left you as he pawed at your tit, thumb rubbing over your pebbled nipple. It was like something out of your imagination, the feel of his warm body against yours, his heavy hand on your tit. "Can't. You can't make me say anything, Kim Mingyu."
Mingyu growled low against your mouth, and then he pulled away. You whined loudly, reaching. He ignored you, hands going down to the waistband of your pants and pulling them, revealing your bare thighs and underwear.
"There it is," he murmured, a smirk of a grin that made your stomach twist and cunt clench spreading over his lips. "My favorite pair. Besides your cute little set with the cherries, of course."
Your mind goes into a whirl at the thought of him recognizing your underwear, but then his hand is pressing to your cunt. You mew, arching. He presses his fingers against your cunt through your panties, rubbing and sliding, twisting his fingers to press his thumb down against your clit.
"Gyu," you whine, brows furrowing. "Gyu, fuck --"
"What do you do in my bed, baby?" He hummed, thumb softly dragging along your clit. A tingling sensation travels through your legs as his ministrations, legs squeezing around his torso. "Bet I can picture it. Should I tell you what I think you do?"
His fingers pressed into your cunt, forcing the fabric inside of your hole. You can't help but moan, bucking up into him. Mingyu moved his mouth to your throat and then he was sucking your skin again, teeth playing with you, and you swear you can feel his canines when they brush against you.
"Per --" You gasp as his finger dips into you. "You fucking -- you --"
"Dirty mouth you've got," Mingyu murmurs, voice deep. He begins to focus on your clit once more, thumb picking up its pace as it ruts against you through the fabric of your panties. "Dirty fucking mouth for a dirty girl, yeah? Fucking yourself in my bed, cumming on my sheets. I bet you fuck yourself in my bed, fucking your little fingers into your cunt. So desperate to feel something inside you but coming up empty because they're not my fingers."
You whine at him, hands moving along his body. Your fingers go to the buttons of his shirt. You messily try to undo his shirt, though your actions are clumsy from your desperation.
Mingyu slides his hand to your clit, and then he's bunching up the fabric as he rubs two of his fingers against your bundle of nerves. You groan, voice heavy in your throat and eyes rolling as he steadily works at you.
"Look so beautiful like this, baby girl. Bet you look beautiful fucking yourself in my bed, too. So hungry for my cock in your precious little pussy. Do you cry, baby? Do you cry, wanting my cock? I bet you fucking do. Bet you press your pretty little face to my sheets and sob for me and my cock."
You can't handle him, you realize. His mouth constantly runs, a slew of filth spilling from it; his hand works steadily at your cunt, your orgasm slowly beginning to rise inside of you. And -- horribly -- he looks so beautiful while he does it. His black curls falling in his face, the glint of his teeth as he smirks down at you. He's so beautiful and gorgeous, and he's intent on destroying you.
"Gonna --" You gasp, his fingers pinching at your clit clumsily through the fabric of your underwear. "Gonna cum, Gyu --"
And then he's pulling his hand away, refusing your orgasm. You let out a cry, hands fisting in his shirt, heart pounding in your ears and chest heaving from the exertion. "Mingyu!"
"I said what I said, princess," he sits on your thighs, large fingers going to the buttons of his shirt and undoing them. "You're not cumming until you talk."
Mingyu throws his work shirt to the ground, and just as quickly he's pulling out his undershirt from his pants and throwing that off, too. You can't help but stare at his sculpted chest.
Mingyu laughs, and then he's got his hands on your hips. He snaps the band of your underwear against your skin, making you cry out, and then Mingyu pulls at your panties, forcing them down your legs. Once they're off, he puts his hands back on you, running over your thighs and dipping into your cunt.
"Pretty girl," he compliments, and you can feel his heavy gaze on your pussy. "Fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. Your cunt's so pretty, baby; fucking glistening for me. Fucking drenched."
Mingyu slides to the floor with a dull thump as his knees hit the carpet. He pulls you close, his hands around your calves, throwing each of your legs over his shoulders.
"What are you --"
And then he's pressing his entire face against your cunt. He doesn't do anything for a handful of moments, just breathing in against your pussy, nose burying deep. Shock explodes through you, and you move to your elbows so you could look down at Mingyu. "Gyu --"
"Fuck," he breathed out, and then he's moving his face from your cunt. "Fuck, your cunt smells delicious, baby. Can't wait to eat it."
A thousand emotions flash through you. Shame, guilt, arousal, lust. It was as if a lifetime of pining had led to this, to Kim Mingyu on his knees for your pussy, moaning about how good it smells as if he was some pervert obsessed with you and your cunt.
Which, in light of the past half an hour, he absolutely was.
Mingyu shuffles closer to the bed, and then he's burying his face back into your cunt. He loops one of his arms over one of your thighs, his hand going to your cunt and spreading out your lips. You can't help but clench as your cunt is bared to the room, to Mingyu.
"How cute," he murmurs.
And then he's diving into you. His tongue, flattened and thick, slides up the entire length of your cunt. You can't help the loud squeal that leaves you, thighs tightening around his head and pressing close. Mingyu just moans back, and then he's repeating the action.
He repeats his act a handful of times, tongue running up your cunt. You're positively soaked down there, and the frequent slurps from Mingyu don't help. Finally, after running his tongue up and down a few times, he stops at your clit. Mingyu thrusts his tongue against your clit, and then he's sucking at it.
You can't help but arch your back, hands twisting in the sheets. The orgasm he had so cruelly ripped from you was slowly beginning to grow, a sinful thing that had you trying to grind up into his mouth.
Mingyu moaned at your eagerness, pulling from your cunt. He shifts his hand up your cunt, fingers idly playing with your clit. "You taste so good, baby," he says, eyes sparkling. His entire face seems to be drenched in your juices, mouth glistening. "Just as good as I knew you would."
"Gyu," you mew, hips grinding down on his fingers. "Gyu, please."
He clicked his tongue, and then he's pulling his fingers from your clit. You let out a sob as he begins to trace the area around your clit, refusing to apply any pressure to that bundle of nerves and let you cum.
"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what you do in my bed, princess," he said, seemingly pure evil. "I can do this all day. Licking at your sweet pussy, fucking it with my fingers. Your cunt's absolutely delicious, baby, fucking addicting. So warm and sweet, and I know it's tight. It is, isn't it? I'd barely be able to stuff my cock in, barely able to get my fat cock in your tight little cunt."
You let out a sob, trying to curl up on yourself, trying to get his devilish fingers and devilish words away from you. Mingyu clicks his tongue in disapproval, and then he's retracting from you. He stands, rubbing a hand at his drenched face.
You watch as he stretches out, all long, golden limbs. Then he shoves down his work pants and underwear, and you can't help the whimper that escapes you.
Mingyu's thighs are thick, the sort that would suffocate you. His abdomen was tight, and the v of his stomach led down and down, straight to his dick.
And fuck.
Mingyu's dick was long and thick, standing angrily at attention. It wouldn't fit in you -- not all of it. There was no way. He was too much, there was too much of him. But fuck -- you wanted to try.
Mingyu's hands returned to your body, and then he was guiding you back up the bed until your head rested on your pillows. His hands smoothed over your skin, pulling your bra up and off, revealing your entire body to him. He hummed, grinning, as his eyes drank you in. He was obviously pleased by the sight of you, his hands a sure weight as he mapped you out.
He slid his hands over your shoulders, down your collar. He cupped your tits, thumbs swiping the soft inner flesh. Mingyu's hands didn't stay there, of course; instead they continued to travel, gliding down your stomach and to your thighs.
Mingyu parted your thighs, and you couldn't help but wince at the stickiness. He lowered himself to the bed, throwing your legs back over his shoulders.
Mingyu returned to your pussy like a man coming home. He ran his tongue up your cunt before focusing on your hole, pressing a dirty, messy kiss there. Mingyu sucked at your cunt, ran his tongue over your hole and dipping inside of it, the noises of his mouth lewd and addicting.
His fingers returned to your pussy, and when he moved his mouth from your opening to your clit, his fingers dipped in.
You had been so distracted by the thickness of his dick that you had completely forgotten about the thickness of his fingers.
You were a mess as he fucked them into you, mouth lazily lapping at your clit. His fingers were fat and long, reaching deep within you and stretching out your walls far more than your own fingers could. It was cruel, almost, how easy it was for Mingyu to bring you to the brink of orgasm, especially compared to how long it could take when you were alone.
Three of his fingers had you moaning and tossing your head back, cunt clenching around them hungrily. It was hell, how they seemed to spear into you; it was heaven, how they fucked into you. He had heaven and hell at his fingertips, and he was using both to torture you.
Mingyu angled his fingers; he began brushing them against your core, that little sponge in your cunt. He didn't hit it directly, missing it purposely. You couldn't help but sob as his tongue took on the cruelty, lapping at your labia instead.
A jumble of words poured from your mouth, a mess that no one could ever possibly decipher. Mingyu made a questioning noise, and then he pulled back from your cunt, making you sob.
"What is it, princess?" He asked, tilting his head. Whatever cuteness that could be associated with such an action was ruined by the mess of your juices on his face. His nose was soaked, his cheeks shining. He licked at his lips, which were red. "You okay?"
You whined, one of your hands going to your eyes and rubbing. You don't know when you began crying, but somewhere during his cruelty you had. You tried to speak, but nothing came out.
His hand slid to your face, cupping your cheek. Mingyu's thumb brushed at your tears, rubbing at them. And then, like a water valve being relieved of its pressure, you began spewing out nonsense, leaving Mingyu to try and piece it together.
"Fucking -- my fingers aren't ever enough, Gyu," you cried, fresh tears spilling. "And I always think whenever you go on dates you won't come back, that that's the last time you'll go out the door because you'll find some pretty thing to fuck and love, and that'll be the end of us, and I can't help but climb into your bed and fuck myself with my fingers and hope you'll come back. And I feel so fucking guilty all the time because I can only cum when I'm in your bed and I want to fuck myself in it all the time, and when I'm not fucking myself in your bed I'm sleeping in it because no one comforts me like you do, no one makes me feel half as safe as you do, Mingyu, and --"
Mingyu pressed his mouth to yours, his lips insistent. He was like a king claiming his territory, devouring your mouth and claiming it as his own. His tongue slid against yours and his spit attached his mouth to yours when he parted from you, his eyes dark with passion.
"Thank you for being honest, princess," he said, his hands smoothing over your body. "I really appreciate it.
"Even if you're a fucking pervert."
And then he's pushing your thighs up, throwing your legs over his shoulders. When his cockhead presses against your entrance you can't help the loud moan that rips through you, back arching and hips searching for his dick, trying to spear yourself on it.
"Fucking pervert," he mumbled, covering your body with his. He was everywhere, surrounding you physically and mentally. "My little princess is a fucking pervert, fucking herself in my bed. What should I do with you, baby?"
"Fuck me," you begged, your hands moving to his curls and gripping them. "Fuck me, Gyu, please, you promised!"
He laughed, and then Mingyu was sliding into you. Tears fell from your eyes as his cock split you in half, too big and too much. But you sobbed for it all the same, hips grinding down on him, eagerly seeking him out.
"Little fucking pervert fucking herself on my bed with her stupid little toys," Mingyu spat, holding still inside of you. You glanced down and, just as you had thought earlier, his cock didn't fit entirely inside of you. "Better fuck you like you deserve then, sweetheart. Fuck you like a little toy all for me."
He slid out, slow, ensuring you felt the slide of his dick against your walls. Your toes curled and your fingers tightened on his hair. And then he was fucking into you, seemingly uncaring of your comfort.
He was splitting you in half, and you loved it. He fucked into you like you were a toy, as if your cunt was a flesh light for his own use. His hips were merciless, driving into you, his balls and thighs slapping against you, the sound of your headboard banging against the wall joining the sound of skin slapping in creating a lewd, horrid, beautiful song.
"Fucking pervert," he growled, head bowed. His curls bounced against his forehead with every thrust. His brow was furrowed, his lips in a pout. He was beautiful.
"Gyu," you sobbed, "Gyu, please!"
"Didn't fucking need my permission before, did you?" He said, hands tightening around your thighs. "Didn't need my permission to fuck yourself on my bed, didn't need my permission to fucking soak my sheets with your cum."
"Gyu," you wept, face ugly with your desperation, "please."
His thrusts were brutal, cockhead so fat that it struck your core with every shove into you. Your pussy was just a means to get off, you didn't deserve to be treated otherwise, didn't deserve for kindness and gentleness --
"You're fucking mine," he hissed, "mine."
With those words you came, mouth open in a loud cry. You sobbed as you orgasmed around him, hands tight in his hair, back arching. Your body trembled from the force of your pent-up orgasm, your body finally getting the relief Mingyu had denied you.
Once you were done, Mingyu gently pulled from you. He slowly lowered your legs, letting your body relax from the position he had put you into. Mingyu then gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. One of his hands ran through your hair, fingertips gently tracing your ear.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, lips pressing against your temple. "Such a good girl."
You let your eyes slip shut, basking in his warmth. It was a dream come true, Mingyu pressed against you like this.
He shifted, hissing when his still-erect cock brushed against you. You slid your eyes open, hand moving against him. Mingyu stopped you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist.
"Don't worry about it," he said, thumb swiping at your palm. "It'll go away."
You hummed. And then you were pushing yourself off of him, wincing as your skin stuck to his from your combined sweat. Mingyu's eyes were wide, his hands still on your body. "It's okay, princess. Really. You don't have to make yourself --"
"I'm not making myself do anything," you shot back, giving him a sharp look. Mingyu blinked, taken aback by your tone. You pressed a hand against his abdomen and he allowed you, falling back flat against the bed.
"You punished me for being a pervert," you announced, slowly moving yourself to his thighs, legs cradling his. "I think it's time for your punishment, Kim Mingyu. After all, there's two perverts in this relationship."
pairings: kim mingyu x afab!reader x choi seungcheol
word count: 5k
tags/warnings: smut with plot, unprotected sex, rough sex, size kink, strength king, use of pet names, multiple positions, switch dynamics and exchange of powerplay, biting kink, paypig!Cheol, they are both two nasty dogs, polyamorous relationship, BiCurious!Mingyu (heavily inspired by that one live where he and Hanie see Seungcheol coming out of the shower shirtless and he's looking at Cheol all dreamy), Bisexual!Seungcheol (isnât it like canon?), licking, biting, manhandling, pet-play talk (NOT roleplay, just nicknames used for power play), they are in love and obsessed, pussydrunk!Mingyu, Cheol is a brat (no shit Sherlock), you are a BRAT, creampie, oddly obedient until they are not, two steamy hot problems
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What are the pros of having two boyfriends?
Well of course, the double amount of love you are daily showered with, the cuddles, the warmth in winter, both are amazing cooks, attentive, doting, absolutely smitten with you, and yes, double income added to your own. Money is important in todayâs capitalistic society, and a girl gotta survive, even better if itâs on princess treatment.
The cons?
They need constant. attention.
And your own two attention powered sweethearts even more, because we are talking about Kim Mingyu, and Choi Seungcheol. And one thing sure, those two are problems. They will bicker, playfully and not, on who gets more of it.
Last time Seungcheol got so passive aggressive (or âaggressive-aggressiveâ if you ask Mingyu), to the point that he hid every left sock Mingyu owns and wetted the tips of all his sneakers, just because he found you two cooking together â more like making out on the counter and ignored him, too busy grinding on each other, when he came home whining after a long and tiring day.
The tallest is his only target, as Seungcheol cannot bring himself to hold a grudge against you. Mingyu on the other hand just pouts and sighs until you coax him out of his upset mood with kisses. Certainly, tamer than the oldest.
They both live for your attention, every glance and caress turning their days better, every stolen kiss from your lips a sweet victory, that leaves them craving for more. You have a great day every day with them by your side, they only do when you look at them.
You joke about how they act like two adoring puppies, always tailing behind you and wanting to be by your side 24/7. Soonyoung and Jeonghan would agree with you on the dog allegations, but for another reason, because you had no idea of how your two puppies looked like in public when they were by your side: they could put a rottweiler and a doberman to shame. They swore they heard Mingyu snarl at a guy once, when the idiot tried to offer you a drink, and well Seungcheol is silent, but he can indeed bite if needed, or rather, knock someone out cold with a punch.
They were currently waiting, impatiently, for the meeting about the newest comeback to finish, huffing annoyed sighs, and legs bouncing under the table. Today was your day off work, and you were alone all day in your shared home, all because they had work, the dumbest thing ever, if youâd ask them about it right now. The mere thought of you spending the whole day without them had them gnawing on the inside. You reassured them that you had plenty of stuff to do, take care of and you wanted to take a little spa day, and to Seungcheolâs delight, he received a notification about his credit card being used in your usual nail salon. He was smiling for a solid twenty minutes after he got another one, informing him that you also went shopping. Mingyu scoffed and muttered âPaypigâ under his breath, earning a smug and shameless smirk from the eldest.
If Seungcheol had a thing, kink if you ask Mingyu, for you using his money, the younger was on the other hand absolutely obsessed on how little you looked by his side. He pops a boner every time you wear anything his, your figure swallowed in his clothes, and what a coincidence! When they arrived home you were wearing one of his hoodies, and he audibly groaned when you greeted them at the door, sleeves rolled up and the hem reaching down to half the length of your thighs.
âHi baby.â Seungcheol greeted you, already stealing a kiss from your lips, Mingyu was still wearing his coat and shoes as he stared at you with a pained frown. âLove, thatâs unfair. You canât be wearing that when I come home.â âI was wearing it the whole day.â You say with a smile when he groans again at the realisation that his hoodie will be soaked in your scent. You are standing on your tiptoes and tugging at his collar to kiss him, but he picks you up and pulls your legs around his waist, making you erupt in giggles against his smile. He is carrying you to the living room, still peppering your face with kisses, stopping only when he settles you on the couch. âGyu, you have to change your clothes.â You chuckle against his lips. He huffs, pouts and stoles another peck. âIâll be right back; donât you dare to move from here.â He parts from you with a last kiss before slipping in the bedroom.
You were about to call for Seungcheol, but a hand tilted your chin upwards, and you were met with his big brown eyes, looking at you fondly. âHello again pretty girl.â âHi Cheollie.â You say with a smile, and he is kissing you tenderly, head tilting to the side to taste your lips better. âCome with me and show me what you made for dinner?â You bite your lip and nod. âWhat did you do today baby? Did you have fun?â âI kept myself busy, missed you though.â You respond while setting some plates on the counter and taking out the side dishes. âI saw you using my card, what did my pretty baby get for herself?â He is now behind you, placing kisses on your nape, a shiver trailing down your spine, making you feel the tingle in your fingertips. âI got a blouse and some shirts and a pair of dress pants for work. Oh, and I got my nails done!â He hums pleased, reaching for your freshly manicured hands, inspecting. âI love them, good choice love. Later you must show me everything else you got for yourself.â
He notices a bouquet of fresh flowers on the counter, and he frowns. âDid I miss those on my card?â âOh, nono, I got them myself.â His eyes lock on your evading ones, an unamused expression on his face. âBaby.â You turn to him, knowing youâve upset him, âCheollie listen I wanted to-â he interjects you fast, âNo, you know the rule, whenever you want a treat, o something nice for yourself, that is on me.â âI know, yes Cheollie, but-â âNo buts, you know I want, and love to spoil you. Donât take that away from me. Please love.â You sigh as his arms wrap around you, half defeated for having been scolded once again over the same topic, his expression softens, âBaby, I know you are independent, and that you can take care of your own spending, but I want to, really. It makes me happy to spend money on you.â You want to retort, when you are interrupted by a loud whine coming from the living room. Next you hear the fast pitter patter of Mingyuâs feet on the floor, before he fills the kitchen.
âI told you to stay on the couch!â âGyu, babe-â âWhy do you always have to meddle when sheâs with me, hyung?â he protests, looking past you at Seungcheol. âI just wanted to hear about her day, is not my fault that you take a year every time you have to change.â âOh, shut up, you knew we were talking earlier!â You sigh, already knowing where this was going, âBoys-â âTalking? You were a second from shoving your tongue down her throat, horndog.â Seungcheol scoffs, releases you from his embrace and leans on the sink behind him. Mingyuâs eyes widen, and he makes an offended sound, âYou are the one to talk! You had a half hard-on when you saw she spent on your card. Paypig!â Seungcheol smirks, unbothered, âYeah, and?â âOkay enough-â you try to break the provocations, failing when Mingyu opens his mouth again. âYou are as horny as me if not more! Do not try to call me out when you are worse than me.â âAt least I have the decency to wait to come home to rub one.â You turn to Mingyu, eyes wide, âYou masturbated at the company?â He has some blush powdering his cheeks, but he doesnât back down. âAt least my dick can get hard more than one time in a day.â You gasp at the implied lie, âMingyu!-â âYou brat-â Seungcheol pushes himself from the sink towards Mingyu.
âENOUGH.â
They both freeze when you rise your voice, not used to the sound, their eyes wide. âLove-â you glare at Mingyu, and he instantly shuts his mouth. âBaby we were joking, donât worry about it.â You now turn to Seungcheol, same stern expression on your face, he has the audacity to say âCuteâ. Mingyu closes his eyes and sighs in defeat. âLetâs see if you still find me cute after I wonât let you touch me.â Seungcheolâs eyes widen, clearly not expecting you to pull a petty move. Mingyu is already regretting everything, reaching out for your hand with his, âLovebug, please donât-â You retreat your hand, âMingyu please take the plates and set the table. Iâll come with dinner.â Mingyu whines, and shoots a glare at Seungcheol, who mouths âItâs your fault too!!â when you turn your back to them.
Dinner is pure agony for the boys, you have been responding to their questions about your day in flat tones, barely acknowledging them. The few times when Seungcheol tries to call out your petty behaviour as unnecessary and childish, he gets kicked under the table by Mingyu, who has been trying to butter you up ever since he has put his pretty ass on the chair.
Seungcheol is pouting on the couch, searching for a movie for the three of you to watch, you are washing the dishes, Mingyu by your side, stubborn to make you leave the dishes to him. âLove please, let me.â âNo need. Go on the couch.â âI will, once you let me take over washing the dishes, please love.â Â You ignore him, and Mingyu has never hated something as much as the frown on your pretty face. So Mingyu settles for the thing he does best.
He begs.
You see his frame disappear from your line of vision, but youâre not really paying attention to it, stubbornly washing the last few plates. Then you feel his warm hands on your hips, you take a big breath. Before you can turn your gaze, he pulls you from the sink. When you try to protest, he drops to his knees and squeezes himself between you and the piece of furniture, hugging your legs and placing his chin on your lower stomach, eyes looking up at your face. Your confused expression and wide eyes make him want to smile, but he manages to fight it off and looks at you with the most pleading puppy eyes he has ever pulled on you. He then sighs, a slight pout on his lips. He opens his mouth, and you catch his pearly white teeth before he speaks, or better, whines. âLove, please. Please let me finish washing up.â His thumbs draw lazy circles on the skin of your thighs, soothing, coaxing. Your façade starts to falter, he knows that already. He places his cheek on your stomach, rubbing his face against it softly, placing a small kiss and whispering another small please in your tummy, muffled by his hoodie on your frame. The next sound coming from Mingyu is a soft and low groan, in pure bliss at the feeling of your hand stroking his hair. His eyes close instinctively, basking in your touch. When you stop, he looks at you with half lidded eyes, pure adoration in them. Your own eyes now mirror his, a smile creeps on his face after successfully buttering you up.
âSorry puppy, I already finished washing everything.â
Oh.
Puppy.
Seungcheol has risen from the couch after Mingyuâs whining has quieted down, curious what was happening. He arrived just in time to witness the most pathetic expression on Mingyuâs face. Soon, he was regretting not putting his pride aside earlier and being on his knees in Mingyuâs place. The pet-name they were craving desperately to hear for the whole night was finally out, but it was meant only for Mingyu. It was inacceptable, a crime. And yet, he couldnât do anything, not daring to protest or even make his presence acknowledged, no matter how the envy and the need for your attention stings him. He watches you pet Mingyuâs head, cradling his face with your hands and pulling him up, honey-sweet words dripping from your lips. He hears himself whine for the first time in the night.
Your head snaps to him, and Seungcheol feels blessed for just having your eyes on him. But as fast as his heart skips a beat, so does it break when your expression hardens, still offended.
He knows, knows, youâre being bratty and petty for free, the issue not even being that serious, you are a proving a point â you want to get what you want, seeing them both on their knees for you, putting that bickering on the side and act as they should in your presence. What Seungcheol feared, was how much are you going to step on his pride to let him show you how good he can be for you.
âYou said something, mutt?â Oof, he has to grovel.
âBaby-â âDogs donât speak.â That irks him, a lot, but he pushes the feeling down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Then his eyes lock back on yours. âStay.â You say to him, satisfied when he obeys.
This is going to be humiliating.
You lead Mingyu to the couch with you, Seungcheol being put in time out in the kitchen. When your hand slips from his he stops and watches you sit on the couch. You pat on the floor between your legs, âCome.â He obliges, settling between your legs, his frame still big at your feet. âWait.â Mingyu gulps, salivating at the sole proximity of your sex. Like a dog in front of a bone.
You start to strip off his hoodie and panties painfully slow, pure torture, and you are loving every second of it, his desperate expression making everything so worth it. Once you are naked in front of him, Mingyu doesnât even realise that his face is inching closer to your cunt, and you remind him to âWait.â dragging the word like you would with an impatient puppy still learning to respect commands. You spread your folds and the pervert inhales, already drunk on it. Your next words come out breathless, betraying your impatience to feel him on your skin. âGo- Aahnmh m-Mingyu!â
He eats you out like a man starved, licking everywhere, slobbering and messy, face deep in your cunt. You pull at his hair where he sucks at your clit, making you moan. He moans in your folds when he hears you, the sound vibrating through you.
Seungcheol curses under his breath when he hears you loosing yourself under Mingyuâs tongue and mouth. He curses at himself, because he could be in his place, if only he would be less prideful. He feels himself grow bigger and harder at each sound Mingyu pulls out of you. He seriously considers touching himself, but stops instantly when you call for him with a weak and broken voice. He fights the urge to sprint to you. When he enters the living room you are lost in pleasure, Mingyu eating you out, already pussy drunk, bucking his hips in the air, still dressed. Mingyu adds his fingers and starts working you up to your first orgasm. He keeps licking and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling inside and stroking your sweet spot repeatedly until a strangled moan slips from your throat and your thighs shake in pleasure. Mingyu drinks everything you give him, never stopping, just slowing down, softly overstimulating you to keep your hunger high.
Seungcheol is breathing heavily, staring at the scene in front of him. When you finally acknowledge his presence, with half lidded eyes and mouth parted, uneven breaths escaping from it, he feels like his skin is too tight, burning and screaming from the inside. You swallow a moan when Mingyu licks a broad stripe up your pussy and sucks on your clit painfully slow, moaning like it was him receiving the attention. You manage to barely speak, âA-ar-e you g-going to beh-ave, Che-ol?â He nods; gaze fixated on Mingyuâs face buried between your legs. âLook a-at me.â His head snaps up, irises pitch black by how dilated his pupils are, his brows knitted together. âSpeak, m-mutt.â  Oh, how he hates that, but his dick is too hard to make his brain think about pride. âIâll behave.â He says in a strained voice. You finally smile at him, and he forgets about anything else.  âCome, Cheol.â He doesnât move; you roll your eyes. âCome, puppy.â And he is by your side in three strides.
Seungcheol has his face buried in your neck inhaling the scent of your skin and the faint traces of perfume still clinging on it, your peachy shampoo and the subtle tinge of sweat creeping on your skin. He licks up your neck, salty taste on the tip of his tongue, then makes his way placing open mouthed kisses on your throat, nipping at first, then sucking purple marks wherever his lips take place.
Mingyuâs ears perk as he hears you moan when Seungcheol squeezes your tit, suckling on the other oneâs nipple, then he glances up from your cunt and huffs displeased when he sees Seungcheolâs markings adorning your neck and chest. He rises from his spot between your legs, towering over you and Seungcheol who does not care and keeps painting your skin in shades of purple and red. Mingyu places one hand on the side of your head and lowers his face on the same level as yours. His free hand cups your face and he is kissing you, all tongue and teeth. The kiss makes your head spin, leaving your chest heaving for air when he detaches his mouth from yours, licking a dark spot on your neck. He sinks his teeth in the mark and bites hard, making you wince slightly. He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to the next one, repeating the marking for each purple one Seungcheol left. When he catches up to Seungcheol, he nips the elderâs nape lightly, asking him to move. When Seungcheol refuses to let go of your tits, both with his mouth and hand, Mingyu nudges Seungcheolâs nose with his own, pushing in his space even more that he already was. After another fail in making Cheol release your tit, Mingyu pushes his face in Seungcheolâs, and pushes his tongue past his lips.
You are frozen in place at the sight. Yes, they have already joked about it, kissing and stuff, Mingyu pushing Seungcheolâs buttons about it, and the eldest provoking him until Mingyu grew too shy about it, but you have never witnessed this, and by the look on Seungcheolâs face, neither did he. Instead of going for your boob like he planned, Mingyu is following his hyungâs face, eyes unfocused. âWanna taste her?â and before Seungcheol can formulate a coherent thought, the youngest is kissing his lips open and sliding his tongue inside Seungcheolâs mouth. The man grunts in surprise, his eyebrows impossibly high on his forehead and eyes wide in shock. But then your taste invades his mouth, carried on Mingyuâs tongue and he is licking in his dongsaengâs mouth, closing his eyes and savouring the taste.
When the two of them part, Mingyu smirks at the ridiculous shocked face you are sporting as Seungcheol clears his throat. âWha-what was that!? Since when do you two-mmphâ, Mingyu is kissing you silent, making your head spin in pleasure once again. âMm-Mingyu, puppy waitâ Mingyu moans, again, when you call him by the pet name, grinding on your thigh, making you gasp at how hard he is. Seungcheol nudges your cheek with his knuckles tenderly and when you glance at him, he has a cute pout on his lips, eyes pleading. Then you feel him poke your shoulder with his hard-on. "Do you need attention, puppy?" He nods, his eyes sparkling. You slightly turn towards Seungcheol, Mingyu finding his place with his mouth on your boob and his hand between your thighs, but he doesnât last long, as he is back again between your legs, your thighs on his broad shoulders.
You concentrate your best to drag down Seungcheolâs sweats, his cock finally free. He sighs in relief and his shaft jumps up. When he sees you pretty hands, with the fresh manicure that he paid for, wrap around his leaking cock he moans, deep and loud. He is heavy in your hand, thick and warm. You are already salivating at the sight and God, the smell, musky and tasty. You are already parting your lips and taking his tip in your mouth, making him hiss. âFuck baby, I missed this mouth so bad.â He strokes your hair tenderly, the roles already reversed, it only took his cock in your mouth for you to change gears, and they are taking advantage of it. You give them a finger, and they take the whole arm.
Mingyu has finishes feasting on your cunt and is stripping himself of his clothes, fisting himself once bare. He is gliding his cock through your folds, making you moan around Seungcheol's cock, and his eyes roll back with a low groan. Then Mingyu begs again, âLove, please, let me fuck you. Iâll do it so good, please baby, please let me have your cunt.â Is almost embarrassing how Mingyu fits the beggar role, only if he wasnât a sly bastard, acting coy and obedient to get what he wants, because when you give him the green light all the control slips like reins from your hands.
He buries himself in one single stroke, knocking the air out of your lungs, before pulling slowly out, and lazily increasing the pace, savouring every inch of your wetness, his mouth parted in pure pleasure and lust, a drop of saliva sliding down his tongue to his tip and dropping right above your pussy. You are moaning around Seungcheolâs cock, his hand caressing your hair. âGyu be good, donât knock her out that fast.â âShe f-eels so goo-d hyunggh, baby you feel so good, so ggood, fuck baby-â his pace has picked up, now ramming his cock like a madman, moaning and groaning your name. You are slobbering all over Seungcheolâs cock, unable to continue blowing him. He takes the matter in his own hands, not able to ignore the longing for your tight throat. âBear with me baby, just once...â he grabs your head by the sides, and your mouth is already open for him. He pushes steadily in your mouth and down your throat, a satisfied groan leaving his chest as he loses himself in the warmth of your mouth. "Fuck. Yes babygirl, just like that. Mmnngg shit, you take my cock so good baby, makes me proud." His words make you whine, the praise is disgusting, but it fills you with warmth. You gag a few times around him until he is satiated, for now. He withdraws from your throat and his eyes are completely clouded from lust when you look at him. He moves to Mingyu, watching how your boyfriendâs cock is sliding in and out of your cunt while fisting his own. The sight is hypnotizing; he canât tear his eyes off you. âMingyu pick her up.â
The youngest obliges, hugging your small body and lifting it from the couch with him, cock impossibly deeper in you. âWhat now?â he says out of breath, âNow you fuck our babygirl slow so I can prep her ass for me.â Once again, Mingyu obeys, sliding in and out of you patiently, kissing you, swallowing all your whimpers and moans. Seungcheol kneels and savours the view once again before licking from your stretched hole up to the tight ring of your ass. His touch is gentle and coaxing, prepping you slowly even if you are squirming and begging to be filled. âIs Gyuâs cock not enough? Look at how thick it is,â he takes your hand and wraps it around the thick length now halfway inside of you. Cheolâs hand squeezes yours around Mingyuâs cock and he moans, seeing both of your hands around his length, âso thick. And you are taking it like a champ still. Heâs filling you so good, isnât he?â The squeeze makes Mingyuâs hips buck in your cunt. âFuck heâs so big, poor pussy too small for this big cock.â Mingyu groans at Cheolâs words, and delivers some harsh thrusts, the reminder of how small you are making him even hornier than before. After having fingered your rear hole thoroughly and he is satisfied with the looseness of it, Seungcheol grabs his cock and teases your entrance, making Mingyu stop in his tracks, eager to feel you even fuller for them. âGyu,â calls out Seungcheol, âsit on the couch, donât wanna hurt our baby.â
Mingyu pulls out of you making you whine, and he kisses your temple to sooth you. He sits manspreading, his arm stretched out, offering his hand to you. He helps you on his lap, kissing you slowly, teasing your hole with the head of his cock but not entering. Seungcheol chuckles at the sight, coming behind you, pressing his hardness on your ass and caging you between them, kissing your nape. Their presence is both comforting and overwhelming, stimulating you from different sides. Seungcheol is growing impatient behind you, and you feel him lining himself to your hole, so you arch your back for him, giving him better access. When his tip catches in your hole and starts dipping in you he groans audibly, âGood baby, so good for us, giving us everything, fuck, love, you are perfect.â You reply with a heartfelt moan, coming deep from your chest. Mingyu hurries to line himself too, teasing your clit with his dick until Seungcheol is halfway inside you, then he grabs your hips over Seungcheolâs hands and pulls you down in one go on both of their cocks. You silently scream, all the air in your lungs stolen from you, and he is smirking like a piece of shit. âFucking hell Mingyu,â Seungcheol groans after moaning out the lewdest sound you ever heard, âwarn a man, would you?â he cups your cheek, your head hidden in the crook of Mingyuâs neck, âBaby? Love, are you alright? Talk to m- Oh fuck, baby did you cum?â your lower half is spasming unevenly, you are brainless and whimpering.
The last strand of composure snaps, both murmuring a fast âsorryâ in your ears and kissing you on each temple before starting to fuck in you at a punishing pace. Mingyu has his eyes locked on yours, panting in your face, completely lost in you, as Seungcheol is groaning and occasionally whimpering at the feeling of your tightness and the glide of Mingyuâs cock against his, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, alternating between kisses and nips. At some point you collapse moaning against Mingyu, face hidden in his neck again, and the two men stare at each other, panting in their faces, their thrusts never stopping. Mingyu smirks when Seungcheol lifts himself, fucking you from a different angle, all the thick muscle mass on display, the heavy pecs flexed, the thin layer of softness covering his abs jiggling when his hips meet yours, biceps swollen and tense in effort. Mingyu finds himself biting his lip at the sight.
âFuck you look so hot.â He blurts out before he even realises he voiced that thought out loud. Seungcheol chuckles, pace faltering for a beat after hearing the comment, then back on rhythm again. Mingyu blushes and bucks his hips in you, harder. âAm I turning you gay, Gyu?â and he smacks playfully your ass, making you moan again and mutter âagainâ, and he delivers. âNah you have a shit personality,â huffs Mingyu, breathing ragged, ââcould never fall for a guy like you.â Seungcheol breaths out a laugh, âBut you find me hot?â and he leans to the front, face a few inches from Mingyuâs, who is eyeing his hyungâs lips and licking his own. âYeah,â he says still fixated on the pair of lips he tasted earlier, âyou look hot as fuck fucking our girlfriend.â Now looking in Seungcheolâs eyes, full of hunger.
âAre you two dogs done flirting? I did not put on a show for nothing, fuck me properly!â you whine between them. Seungcheol, smiles and rises up, sliding out of your ass enjoying your protests and whines at the loss off the filling. âBe patient, I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy and cum in it tonight. Besides, Gyu definitely has some pent-up energy to release first.â He smirks at the younger male. And he goes to the kitchen to fetch some water. Mingyu showers you in kisses, âSorry baby, got distracted for a sec.â âYeah, I saw that,â you chuckle, âcare to tell me whatâs up with you tonight?â he cocks his head to the side, acting innocent. âPuppy. Come on.â âI have no idea what you are talking about love.â âPupp-â you are interrupted by Seungcheol handing you a glass of water, which down like a soju shot. âSlowly baby, I want you to choke on our dicks, not on water.â Chuckles once again Cheol. When you are about to turn to Mingyu, inquiring him again about his antics, you feel him slip out of you fast and next your ass is thrown on the couch. He manhandles you on all fours, pressing with one hand your face in the backrest of the couch, the other gripping your hip as he pushes his cock in one go, making you moan. âBack to business.â Is everything you hear before being pounded like a ragdoll. At some point Seungcheolâs cock comes in sight, and you wrap a hand around it, stroking unevenly thanks to Mingyu, but is enough for the eldest, seeing you pretty nails he paid for on his shaft again.
Mingyuâs thrusts grow erratic, now fucking you with the sole purpose of filling your cunt with his cum. âGonna fill you up, fuck! Youâll be so full of cum baby, so full of my cum- ah ah fuckfuckfuck yes, fuck yes-!â When he cums, he bites hard, sinking his teeth in your nape. He firmly keeps your flesh between his pearly whites for a few beats, then soothing the pain with his tongue and feeling the teeth print on your skin, relishing at how deep the holes his canines left. âFuck baby you are amazing, this pussy was made to be filled with cum, my cum, our cum.â You only whimper and nod in response. He trails kisses down your spine, easing himself slowly out of you, spreading your butt cheeks to watch his cum drip out of you, only to push it back in with his fingers.
Seungcheolâs head peeks from behind Mingyu, looking at the mess between your legs, groaning at the sight of cum coming out of you. He nudges slightly Mingyu to the side, caressing your back and kissing your temple. Strong hands wrap around you, and you are turned with your stomach facing the ceiling, legs falling open, ready. Seungcheol groans, fisting himself, impossibly hard and thick. You found in yourself some attitude at the sight of Seungcheol, even if you looked like an absolute mess and your brain was turned into putty. You place your foot on his stomach, stopping him. âW-waait. Puppy, wait.â He freezes, then groans, âDonât do this to me, please babygirl, donât.â âYou said youâll behave, right puppy? Are you going to be a good boy for me and wait?â Cheol is restraining himself as Mingyu snickers, padding towards the bathroom. âSo obedient, our Cheollie.â Sing-songs Mingyu from the bathroom. That makes Seungcheol snap, his expression turning serious, eyes darkening. It makes you shiver half in fear, half in arousal.
He is grabbing your ankles, yanking them up and in plunging in you, setting a punishing pace. You are a moaning mess once again pushing at him and muttering âbad Cheol, bad puppy' between heavy breaths and groans. He is now hugging your legs together, your knees on his shoulder as he keeps on fucking you stupid. He is silent the whole time beside strained moans and groans, when you start squeezing him closer to your climax he stops, waits, then resumes, bringing you over and over close to the edge, never enough to let you tip over. Your eyes are filled with tears, the only tears he ever wants to see on you, when he is overstimulating you and you are drowning in pleasure under him. He abruptly stops, making you cry out in frustration, then he slips out of you and adjusts your body so only your upper half of your back is on the couch. He then spreads your legs and spits on your cunt before dragging his tongue a few times across your slit. Your brain is already catching up on the pattern, but you are so horny your synapses feel too drunk on Seungcheol to warn you about the absolute threat that is about to hit you.
Mingyuâs timing is just right when he comes out of the shower. He is drying his hair with a towel when he hears your scream turning into a deep moan, and he winces. Seungcheol is putting you in your place as the certified brat tamer he is, and thereâs only one way to do that.
Your knees are on each side of your head, his palms pressed behind them, keeping your legs in place. Seungcheol is using all his strength and weight at its best, pounding in you with zero restraint or regret. Your sounds are entrancing his brain, broken sobs turning into moans and whimpers. His eyes desperately search for yours, now rolled back in the skull of your head from all the pleasure you are feeling. âL-love, Y/Nâ he calls for you breathless, âbaby pleaseâ when you finally glance towards him, he releases a breath he didnât realise he was holding. He releases one of your legs, to cup your face with his hand, his thumb against your lips, sliding from one corner to the other. Then he presses on your bottom lip, parting it from your upper and slides his thumb in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. The saliva that flooded your mouth clings to his finger and dribbles from your mouth down his wrist, before you gently suckle on his thumb. His eyes boring in yours all the time, gaze intense, obsessed and addicted. It scares you sometimes, how intoxicated Seungcheol can get on you. When he sees you are still with him, even if barely, he picks up hi pace again, hearing your wrecked voice once again.
Mingyu is leaning on the doorframe, sporting a half hard on that will go as it came, watching you being annihilated under Seungcheol. His eyes get caught on Cheolâs back, sweat running down the dip of his spine to his plump ass, bands of back muscles flexing and shifting under his slightly tanned skin. His tattoos glistening in the dim lighting. His gaze moves to his shoulders and arms for the second time tonight, he is holding you up like you weight nothing, yet his biceps pop out deliciously, the sharp scratches of your nails defining them even more. Mingyu canât help but palms himself, forcing his brain to just enjoy and ask the big questions in another lifetime.
Your walls spasm and contract around Seungcheolâs cock for the nth time, making you sob from the slight pain you are starting to feel after being edged for so long. Cheol seems to be satisfied with the punishment, so he eases you out of the mating press and wraps your legs around his hips, then presses his palm flat on your lower belly, right over his cock, fucking you at bunny speed and impossibly deep. The change in position awakens your body with a jolt, pleasure overwhelming as he works you to your high. You are pushing at his arm and chest desperately, but he keeps going, thrusts off tempo but never stopping. His other hand toys now with your clit, and after three more thrusts, you are cumming, squirting all over his crotch and lower abs, mouth parted in a silent scream, unable to breath. He cums while you are squirting, moaning your name obscenely. After some heavy breaths, you regain some lucidity and glance up at him. He is beautiful, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from his temples and mouth parted. He inhales deeply and,
