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100 Follower Special (Zodyl x Reader x Jabber - 18+)
December Special (multiple fandoms - oneshots - 18+)
-currently closed-
Enjin (Gachiakuta) x Reader:
Reader overusing her powers
Reader being a biting girlfriend (suggestive)
Enjin using a spicy book as reference (18+)
Jabber (Gachiakuta) x Reader:
Reader making Jabber cum by degrading him (18+)
Smoke in the Dark (Enjin x Reader - 18+) - where to read it on ao3
Coming home from a mission, you are the thing he missed the most. - Oh, and seeing you underneath him, of course.
Having fun (Jabber x Reader - 18+) - where to read it on ao3
Jabbers vision of âhaving funâ is very different than yours - at least thatâs what you had thought.
Bloodstained Smile (to be added)
Cursed vows (Sukuna x Reader - 18+ - not finished - AO3 link)
But you didn't care what he looked like as long as he was kind and honest. You had to live with him for the rest of your life, and you didn't even know his name, so you hoped he would at least have a decent personality.
Hit me with your sweet love (Suguru Geto x Reader x Satoru Gojo - 18+ - not finished - AO3 link)
Having a crush on Geto Suguru wasnât easy. Having a crush on Gojo Satoru was the worst. But having both of them was really really good.
Blue spring (Series: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo - 18+ - not finished - AO3 links)
What was I made for? (finished)
Satoru noticed Sugurus depression before things got out of hand.
I was made for you (finished)
In another reality, Suguru didnât have to go to the village on his own.
Moonlightâs Embrace (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader - 18+ - not finished - AO3 link)
Giyuu had always thought life with you would be easy, effortless - since you were the only thing grounding him. But he seemed to be cursed by destiny.
Kiss of Decay (Series: Corbeau x Reader - 18+ - not finished)
Venomâs Kiss (finished) - where to find it on ao3
You like to tease Corbeau every now and then. And Corbeau likes to put you back into your place.
Collateral Damage (Series: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader - 18+ - not finished)
Incendiary (finished) - where to find it on ao3
Katsuki wouldnât say he was intimidated by you. But you definitely managed to rile him up without fail.
Link to the skz masterlist
No Mercy, No Saints (Series: Hongjoong x Reader x Mingi - 18+)
Where Ateez would wreck you (Series: OT8, separated- 18+)
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I have something planned for my 2k follower special, but I donât think I can do it in time. I definitely wanna do it, I think Iâm just gonna do it later because it wonât be up when I reach that milestone it either way.
(You guys are just crazy fast tbh thank you so much for your support)
Even if time passes and everything changes, I promise to you now, I'll always be by your side
My days begin and end with you, everything is dyed in your color
cws: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, yearning, toxic behavior, dry humping, mentions of a gun, death threats
word count: 3764
a/n: tbh Iâm so sad this series isnât gaining that much attention although itâs so dear to me but I have fun writing it so youâre getting it, no matter if you want it or not lol
âMingi-â.
âWhat is it, Jagi? Tell me-â, Mingi nuzzled his nose into the space behind your ear.
You sobbed, squirming but not being able to get away from him in the slightest. His broad form was caging you in, body pressing you into the mattress from behind, big hands pinning yours to the mattress on each side of your head.
His cock was twitching against your soaked pussy, not pushing in, his slow and lazy thrusts just making him slide in between your folds and his head nudge against your clit.
âPlease just- fuck me, pleaseâ, you whined, trying to angle your hips up to guide him in, but it was futile.
âAhh, so thatâs how it isâ, he cooed, tongue darting out and touching your neck there, âPretty girl is too impatient, yeah? Just- let me- a little longer, okay? Feels so good like this-â.
Your moan was gut wrenching, his pace stuttering because of it, but still torturing. Mingi was drunk on the friction the sheets underneath you provided, combined with the slickness of your pussy gushing down on him continuously.
Except the fact that he wasnât willing to cum inside you each time, he didnât hold himself back anymore - he was hungry for you, craved your touch, your embrace, your lips and your pussy and wasnât afraid to show it in the privacy of your ongoing solitude.
He told you the others would join you in the second estate soon, but as long as they werenât here you couldnât keep your hands to yourself. The staff serving you food and keeping the house clean didnât seem to want to be involved in any of this, so they werenât saying anything whenever they saw you two together.
âPlease-â, you turned your head to the side to be able to look at him properly.
Mingis pupils were so blown, you couldnât even see the irises anymore. He stared at you in awe, lips slightly parted as he continued to hump you.
âI canât- fuck- feels so goodâ, he grunted.
And with that, he let go of your hands, kneeling in an upright position on the bed and pulling your hips up roughly.
He didnât give you any time to adjust, ramming his leaking cock inside of you in a swift motion.
âWait- oh my god-â, you whined.
You came instantly when he bottomed out, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly just once. The orgasm hit you like a truck, he was fucking you through it with quick and harsh thrusts - not stopping as long as you were pathetically clenching down on him.
âFuck-â, he growled again, pulling out just in time to cum onto your back with guttural moans.
You could feel the warmth of his seed on your skin, whimpering because you preferred to feel it inside, but he still was denying you that.
Both of you were breathing heavily, both of you immediately searched for the others closeness.
Mingi laid down beside you while you turned to your side to face him, pulling you close to his chest.
There was silence between you, but it wasnât uncomfortable. Silence with Mingi was effortless, not a burden - it was a conversation that didnât need any words. You just needed to feel and hear each others heartbeat, needed to feel each others skin.
âIâm getting you out of hereâ, he promised you quietly, âIâll find a wayâ.
Your eyes lit up, your hands coming up to his naked and sweaty torso.
âYouâre going to run away with me?â.
There was a slither of hope in your voice, immediately smothered by the shake of his head.
âNoâ, he said flatly, âYou know I have to stay, but Iâll make sure you can get awayâ.
His broad hands cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him. The amount of sincerity in his face was unbearable, you could feel how fast his heart was beating underneath the palm of your hand.
âYou donât deserve to be locked upâ, he cooed, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, âIâll think of something, yeah?â.
You could melt into it, if it wouldnât have stopped so quickly again. His hands slipped into your neck, holding you impossibly close and inhaling the scent of your hair. This was more intimate than sex could ever be, it was pure and raw. And everything you ever needed.
âI wonât leave without youâ, you sighed.
Mingi chuckled, it was a sad laugh. Discussing this was futile, but you wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let go.
Mingi and you used every second together, not knowing when the two of you would be separated again - you knew you couldnât keep any of this up when Hongjoong was with you again.
You spent your days with cuddles, conversations, sex - just being together.
Mingi turned out to have a whole lot of stamina and he was more than happy to use that to pleasure you. But you wanted this, enjoying everything he gave you and you even were bold enough to try and seduce him. Most of the time, it didnât need much convincing though.
Youâd put on one of these flimsy lingerie dresses Hongjoong had bought you and despite you admitting that you felt dirty that you wore it for another man, it only heightened the pleasure for you.
âYou trying to make me weak or something?â, Mingi asked, seeing you in it.
It was a lace dress, completely see through with huge cut outs on the side - basically presenting you naked with nothing left to his imagination.
You noticed him shifting in his seat, hands clutching his pants.
âIs it working?â, you chuckled.
Mingi groaned, head falling back into his neck.
âYou know it isâ, he admitted, âBut I have to workâ.
You saw his phone in his hand, he clutched it so tightly like it was personally insulting him, hand closing around it.
âDidnât Hongjoong say you should take care of me?â, you cooed, a pout on your lips, âIsnât that also part of your work then?â.
It was twisted, how you used the abuse for this, but maybe that was a way to make it less painful, less real. Like a really really unnerving way to cope with it.
There was a little laugh on his side and he shifted again, spreading his legs for you to stand in between his knees.
âYouâre right, jagi. I bet he would be thrilled if he knewâ.
It was a warning, but he still grabbed your hips to pull you a bit closer while he leaned back. Maybe it was just a warning to himself.
âHe wouldâ, you agreed, âBecause youâre doing such a good jobâ.
He huffed, letting you sit down on one of his thighs. Just like the first time you had been intimate like this.
âDonât say shit like thatâ, a hand slid behind you, up your back, âDo you even wear something underneath that thing?â.
You shook your head, watching Mingi in- and exhale deeply. You relished in the way he reacted to you, it was so inherently empowering to know that he wanted you so bad.
âHow about- you prepare yourself for me while I make this phonecall? And then Iâm all yoursâ, he cooed, âYou can ride my thigh like this, right? Be a good girl for me, jagiâ.
You felt your pussy throb at this, you nodded a bit too quickly to be nonchalant. You were probably already ruining the fabric of his pants without even moving on it, you felt it getting sticky because of your arousal.
The rough fabric felt good against your clit though, you almost rocked your hips back and forth automatically in a need for more friction.
âHey, yeah, everythingâs been fineâ, Mingi said into his phone, sounding a bit too normal for your liking - as if this wasnât exciting for him at all.
Your fingers sneaked up his chest, up into his neck and played with the strands of his hair there.
âSheâs getting used to it, I think. No, she didnâtâ.
His gaze flickered to you and although he didnât sound affected by what was happening, you could very well see it in his eyes.
âDid you manage to come up with a solution to that problem?â, he asked, âHongjoong, itâs very- I know, I knowâ.
You felt your heartbeat get a little faster, a little kick to the already spiking heart rate when you heard that name. So instead, you decided to concentrate on the way Mingi looked at you, how he scanned your barely covered form while talking to that man.
While one of your hands stayed in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, the other came down to his crotch to palm the outline of his cock through his pants.
âUh-huh yeahâ, he sighed audibly, âYeah, I get itâ.
You grinned satisfied, very pleased that this simple act was enough to rile him up. When you leaned forward, one of the straps slid down your shoulder. Mingis eyes followed, making it heavily obvious what he was thinking right now.
It spurred you on, making you move faster on his thigh, the pants rubbing so deliciously over your clit.
âThatâs- okay, yeah. Okayâ.
You didnât think he was actually listening to what his captain told him, not with his cock twitching underneath your hand.
âOkay, see you thenâ, he ended the call, literally throwing his phone onto the other chair next to him before he hoisted you into his arms to stand up with you.
âWhat did he say?â, you taunted him, grinning brightly as he opened the door to the balcony with one hand.
âI donât careâ, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, setting you down onto your feet in front of the railing without breaking the connection to you.
The metal was cold in your back while he shoved his own body against yours, pressing his erection into you.
âAnd since you like the thrill of getting caught-â, he turned you around, lifting your lingerie dress so he could reach your pussy, âI figured you would like thisâ.
His middle finger dipped between your folds immediately, not wasting any time to shove it into your entrance in a swift motion.
âHahh- Mingi-â, a hand clasped over your mouth, shutting you up with it.
âShhhâ, he cooed, nose nuzzling into your hair, âStill have to try and be quiet, imagine someone seeing this and telling the captainâ.
You didnât want to be reminded of the man basically having you in his claws. You didnât want to be reminded about what would happen when he showed up here - when you and Mingi couldnât be together like this anymore.
So you turned off your brain, just living in the moment, holding onto that slither of hope that was the man behind you. And Mingi helped you with that, gathering your wetness to rub your clit with it.
âCan you keep quiet when I fuck you, jagi?â, he whispered.
You nodded, although you werenât sure you could. But that didnât matter right now. His hand on your pussy was gone and you heard him unzipping his pants to pull out his cock.
âLetâs seeâ.
He pushed you forward into an arch, bending you over the railing and shoving that useless dress higher again so he could guide his dick to your entrance like this.
Needless to say you couldnât keep quiet, not even when just the tip was sliding in. You moaned, muffled by his palm. His sounds were unfiltered though, groaning deeply when he pushed forward, slowly forcing his dick inside. You couldnât stop the noises that found their way out of your throat, you were glad he was at least partially silencing you like this.
Mingis hips stopped when he bottomed out, he let you get used to the stretch, hoping it would be less intense and you would be able to keep your voice down. The fact you could feel him twitch inside you relentlessly made you move on your own.
You grinded against him, moving your hips back and forth slowly at first, but you got faster gradually.
âGreedy girlâ, Mingi growled, âFucking yourself on my cock for everyone to see?â.
You moaned again at his words, your hands gripping the metal of the railing so harshly, your knuckles turned white.
Although you just had started this, you could feel how close you already were. It wasnât even embarrassing for you, you couldnât even care less about it - the situation, the way he fucked you here in the open although he really shouldnât - it all made your arousal only more intense.
Mingi moved with you, hips snapping forward to meet you halfway through, his free hand grabbing your hips for leverage. Your head fell forward immediately when he let go of your mouth, not being able to contain the sounds of pleasure in the slightest, the sobs and whines came out continuously.
âFuck fuck fuck-â, his hands were gone, letting go of you completely and you turned your head to look at him.
He pulled out, one of his hands wrapping around his base to squeeze once, stopping himself from reaching his release too fast.
Mingi was staring at you with half lidded eyes, enjoying the sight of you bending over effectively naked, his hand starting to move in quick pumps.
âNo-â, you sobbed, spinning around to grab his wrist, âPlease- just cum inside this once- pleaseâ.
Your dumb fucked brain made this decision for you, you needed to feel him coat your walls, needed to feel him finish inside of you.
He looked at you, a grin threatening to form on his lips.
âWant me to fill you up so bad? I canât- I-â, Mingi sighed, you could see his jaw clenching, âFuck it-â.
He wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up into his arms, walking over to the sofa standing in the corner of the balcony.
He splayed you out there, sliding back in and held himself up over you on his elbows.
âCanât deny you anything- shit-â, he moved in a punishing pace, his cock drilling into you with a breathtaking force, âFucking take it thenâ.
You held eye contact, not even daring to look away, cupping his face as you feel him finally cum inside of you.
But his movements didnât stop, he seemed obsessed. Now that the final restraints were gone, he continued to fuck you, pushing his cum deeper into your pussy like this.
It made you tumble over the edge as well, your back arched off the couch from the dizzying sensation of your orgasm, walls pulsing around him and milking him dry.
But he still wasnât stopping, driving you into overstimulation with his unrelenting thrusts and even though it seemed to be too much for him as well, he just couldnât detach himself from you.
âYou wanted it so bad, huh, jagi? You gonna take some more, right?â, he leaned down to kiss you, bribing you to endure the overwhelming feeling.
But no matter how overwhelming it was, the way his cum was oozing out around his cock whenever he moved back was enough to make you nod.
You loved how sticky and wet it felt.
âFuck- you shouldnât have let me do thisâ, his mouth wandering down to your jaw, âIâll fill you up over and over again- feels so-â.
He was too caught up in the moment to finish his sentence, too caught up in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you in such a nasty way.
Your fingers were buried in his hair, trying to pull him off of your throat, his lips there were only making everything worse. There was a pull in your lower belly, the knot already loosening again although you just had reached your climax. As if him finally letting go was enough for you to be so close again.
âMingi-â, you sobbed, âMingi- itâs-â.
âToo much?â, he teased, kneeling upright all of the sudden, hands squeezing your hips, âSorry jagi, just one more. Give me one more, okay?â.
His thumb wandered, pressing down on your clit to make you jolt involuntarily. He pulled you towards him with every snap forward, growling as he continued his assault on your most sensitive parts.
âJust. One. Moreâ, he accentuated every word with a particularly harsh thrust.
And you did, you came with a very loud moan, holding onto his wrists for leverage as your whole body seized up in pleasure.
âThatâs itâ, he sighed, âGood girlâ.
He emptied himself deep inside of you again, grinding into you while bottoming out.
âMingi-â, you whined.
He chanted your name like a prayer, over and over again, as he filled you to the brim and made his promise to you reality. His hands were all over you, feeling you, worshipping you - not wanting to pull out for now.
But then, he looked down onto you and froze, his expression literally fell out of his face. You heard a car driving closer, the click of a door.
âShitâ.
Mingi was gone in an instant, tugging himself back into his pants and fixing his clothes, a hand frantically shoving his hair out of his face and smoothing them down like this.
âClean yourself up! Immediately!â, he hissed and pulled you up onto your feet.
You couldnât move, fear was rooting you to the spot. You knew what was happening, but you had hoped it would never happen.
âDid you know he was coming?â, you asked, your voice a whisper.
He came closer to you to grab your arm and pull you back inside the house.
âWhat?â, he scoffed, âOf course not! I-â.
He went silent, the grip on you loosening.
âHe- he told me on the phone. But I didnât really listen. I- fuckâ, Mingi groaned in frustration, letting go of you completely, but urging you to walk, âGo to your room, Iâll think of something- Iâm sorry, I-â.
He stopped in the middle of his sentence again, front door opening. Hongjoong walked in, a grin on his lips as he saw the two of you. You noticed the shift in Mingis stance, his posture, his face. He avoided looking at you.
âAh, princess-â, Hongjoong approached you, grabbing your hand like he always did, âWhat a way to greet me- Did you put that on because you wanted to surprise me?â.
You felt your blood boil because of the contact, the way his eyes roamed over you made you shiver in a heavy contrast though. You couldnât help but nod as an answer, your body acting on its own.
âI see- what a good girlâ, he chuckled, nose nuzzling against your wrist before he pressed his lips to your skin, âYou look stunning, princess. Doesnât she, Mingi?â.
You held your breath as soon as he spoke out these words. Did he know?
You hated the way your body betrayed you, how hot you felt when he had called you a good girl. The same reaction when Mingi did it.
âYes, captainâ, Mingi answered.
Hongjoongs other hand pulled you close by your waist, leaning in slightly until you could feel his breath on your throat.
âCan I get a kiss, princess?â.
You shivered, you felt the other mans cum dripping out of you in the most inconvenient moment. The fear consumed you, it left you unable to breathe, to move properly, to let any other emotion in than this paralyzing panic.
But still, you nodded again. He grinned brightly, at least it looked honest. The grin on his lips made him even more terrifying, it was suspicious, but it also made him look so unbearably handsome.
He let go of your hand, his own coming up to cup your jaw.
The kiss was intense from the start, he claimed you with it. His lips moved against yours, gently asking to get in with his tongue and you let him. A gasp escaped you, which made Hongjoong sigh contentedly as he tasted you.
Your own hands grabbed him by the collar, needing to hold onto something, but pulling him in by accident on the same time.
To your surprise, Hongjoong ended the kiss abruptly, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip slowly. You fought the urge to lean in again, cursing yourself for your thoughts and they way you were a victim of your own desires.
âYour kiss is addicting, princess, canât get enough of itâ, he cooed, the flicker of something sinister in his eyes before he turned around to his henchman, âRight, Mingi? You feel the same, huh?â.
Time stood still for a second. You didnât breathe, your heart skipped a beat.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, captainâ, Mingi answered, his tone not faltering.
Hongjoong let go of you, taking a step forward to the taller man, looking up to him with a shit eating grin.
âI see-â, he nodded, âSo youâre fucking her without kissing her? Where are your manners?â.
You wanted to stop this, you really did, but you couldnât move. You felt dizzy, everything was blurring around you.
âI donât-â.
âOh, come onâ, Hongjoong laughed, âYou think Iâm stupid? Since when, huh? Since when are you fucking her behind my back?â.
Your heart clenched, Mingi was looking at you for a second and his gaze softened. Why was this happening?
âDoes that matter?â, Mingi finally asked.
âI donât like that toneâ, Hongjoong tilted his head slightly, âYou better fix that attitudeâ.
Something snapped inside of Mingi, even if it was just for a second, you could see it. He slightly leaned down to his eye level, grinning equally wicked. They were friends, even more - they were brothers. And yet, they looked like they wanted to tear each other apart.
Mingi huffed after they stared at each other for a moment, forcing himself back into submission because he knew it was futile. He wasnât in the position to speak up, but it was obvious it gnawed at him.
âIâm sorryâ.
âSorry?â, the captain asked, âSorry for what? Sorry for touching what is mine? Sorry for forgetting where your fucking place is?â.
Mingi didnât answer at first, as if he was thinking about what to say - wanting to be careful here. You were still on edge, with wobbly legs you moved forward, grabbing Hongjoongs arm to bribe him.
âYou better beâ, Hongjoong said, voice flat.
In a swift motion, he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun, holding it against Mingis temple.
Hannie x reader : reader listen to hanâs new song but she didnât know he was this freaky. Lol I just thought it was a cute idea! Congratulations! Love ya work! Hopefully we will get to see more then life is not hectic! Keep us updated on your life too ! I get anxious!
-Estrellitaâ¨
Sing for me, baby
relationships: Han x female!Reader
cws: smut, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex, semi public sex, Han records them without her knowing it, Han not being a sub for the first time ever in a fic of mine hello??
word count: 1973
a/n: thank you for sending me my first ever skz request and participating in the 1,5k follower special, I hope it turned out the way you liked! It was a great idea hehehe. Sorry it took me so long, life can be rough sometimes. But Iâm okay btw, donât worry about silly old me
âAh, shitâ.
Jisung let the door of the recording booth fall shut behind him with a loud slam, making you jolt and look up from your phone.
Originally, you had joined him in the studio after he claimed he wouldnât need any longer. The plan was to get some food - but that had been two hours ago now.
You stood up, phone discarded on the couch cushion.
âBabyâ, you said, stepping up to stand behind his sitting form, hands resting on his shoulders, âYou want me to get some takeout? We can eat here if you want, maybe you need a breakâ.
Jisung groaned, hands frantically rubbing his face before he combed his hair back and out of his sight. You knew he wasnât mad at you, he was just struggling to keep up the deadline.
âI appreciate it, my loveâ, he answered, taking one of your hands to bring it to his mouth and kiss your knuckles, âBut I really need to get this song done- the lyrics just donât match the beat and- ugghhhâ.
Another frustrated sound before he opened up the document with the lyrics again, staring at the words on screen without really doing anything.
You hummed, gently massaging the muscles in his tensed up shoulders and earning a soft grunt.
âMaybe I just need to rap a bit faster? Let me try it againâ, he muttered under his breath, standing up to vanish into the recording booth again.
You could see him through the window, putting on the headphones and starting the beat again on the laptop sat on the little table beside him.
It took the dark haired a few attempts, saying the same words over and over again - restarting the beat, just to stop as soon as he was three words in and restarted once more.
âFucking- agghhhâ, he covered his face with his hands.
You grinned, a very intriguing idea forming in your brain. There was something you knew you could do to help him release some stress.
You opened the door to the recording booth, slipping in without him really noticing, still focused on his project. You let your hands sneak over his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your fingers creep under the fabric of his shirt. You grazed his abs with your nails, stroking him there.
âBaby-â.
âLet me help you, Ji. Relaxâ, you encouraged him, one of your hands skipping past the waistband of his sweatpants.
âOhhh- baby, you canât distract me right now, I need to concentrateâ, he tried, but he was already slumping against you.
âIâm not distractingâ, you cooed, your hand stroking his cock through his boxer briefs, âYou need to calm down, take a quick break and sort your thoughtsâ.
Jisung laughed, his own hands pulling his pants and underwear down without any more complaints so you had more space to awake his half hard dick.
âAnd you think an orgasm would help?â.
âI think me sucking your cock would helpâ, you corrected him with a laugh.
He twitched inside your hand at your words and let out a very tense sigh. You twisted your wrist, sliding your fingers around the tip to make him moan and his head fall forward.
âLet me take care of youâ.
You stepped around him, kneeling down immediately and sticking your tongue out to give him a slow but pressured lick.
âUghhh- maybe youâre rightâ, he nodded, a hand was in your neck, âBut, what if-â.
âIâll make it quickâ, you grinned, licking up the underside of his shaft before slightly sucking on the head and lapping up the leaking pre cum, âYou know I canâ.
âOhh, fuck-â, Jisung had to brace himself against the wall with his free hand, the other gently caressing you as you took his length into your mouth inch by inch.
He trembled, trying hard not to be too loud, to hold onto his composure. But your skilled mouth was soon pulling sound after sound out of him - the tiniest whimpers and the most pornographic grunts.
You swallowed around him, taking him in as deep as you could and wrapped a hand around the base to stimulate him like this where your mouth couldnât reach.
Jisung was easy to get, you knew by now what he liked, where you had to push his buttons for him to come undone. And seeing him folding under no pressure so quickly was insanely hot to you.
There was a tingling sensation running down your body and pooling low in your stomach every time a ragged breath left his parted lips. It was addicting, giving you a rush.
âSo good- babyâ, he muttered, his grip tightened on your hair, âFuck- I donât wanna cum yet-â.
He pushed your head forward just slightly, his hips bucking into you to make his cock hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him at the sudden intrusion and he clenched the muscles of his abdomen.
Your hand wandered, going up to feel the tense abs and skipping over the tattoo on his side momentarily - he was so sensitive on this spot, it made him jolt.
âWhy not?â, you asked, letting his cock slide out of your mouth with a wet pop.
âWanna cum inside your pussyâ, Jisung gasped.
He was leaking again and you just opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the drop.
âOh really?â, you tried to sound nonchalant, âWhat about your fear of getting caught?â.
Jisung barely was comfortable of touching you in the studio, it wasnât uncommon for one of his hyungs to come in late while being struck with motivation. But he was so desperate now, so horny, he didnât even seem to care.
He hauled you up into a standing position, turning you around and pinned your hands against the wall - your arms stretched out in front of you to brace yourself against it like this.
âI need you. Nowâ, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, mouth lapping at your skin and making you arch your spine, âTheir own fault if they come in-â.
He tugged at the fabric of your shorts, pulling them down with your panties in one go. A strong hand between your shoulder blades pushed you slightly to make you lean forward, the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.
âMaybe this was a great ideaâ, he muttered, his fingers sliding deeper, between your folds and spreading them, âI can already feel the inspiration flowingâ.
You gasped, your pussy throbbing under his touch, the way he gently but quickly massaged you there had you trembling and clenching around nothing in anticipation.
He used your wetness, spreading it over his length thoroughly before guiding his cock to your entrance.
âDonât hold back, my love. I want to hear youâ, he pushed in roughly, not stopping until he bottomed out, âSing for me, babyâ.
Singing was a great metaphor for your screamed out moan, the pain of being stretched out so violently was swallowed by the intense wave of pleasure his fingers on your clit provided.
He stayed like this for a moment, his dick twitching inside your welcoming heat.
âThatâs it, taking me so wellâ, Jisung cooed, a kiss on your neck made you jolt, âSo eager to help me, yeah? My pretty girl is so nice to me, gotta return the favorâ.
He began to move, not as slow and deliberate as he used to do. He fucked you like he was obsessed, a hand on your hips steadying you.
The slapping sound of your ass hitting his pelvis in combination with the wet squelch of your walls sucking him in with every thrust was a sinful melody, it made you dizzy as he stole your air with it.
The pace wasnât faltering, not even when he was this close. He was very determined to push moans and whines out of you every time you exhaled - it made him chuckle hoarsely, a grin spreading on his lips, as if this was everything he needed to tumble over the edge.
Jisung filled you up, painting your walls with his cum and fucking it deeper into you with no intention of stopping.
He threw the laptop that had been standing on the table beside you to the couch behind it, swiping off everything else before pushing you towards it.
The manhandling was unfamiliar but very welcome - you could see the hunger and frustration in his eyes and he needed you to soothe his brain working overtime. He turned you around to face him and lifted you to sit on the table.
He looked at you as if he was sorry he used you like this for his own pleasure, but once you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close again, that hint in his eyes was gone immediately.
Jisung kissed you ferociously and messily - just spit and tongue and teeth. His cock slid back home before his cum even dared to ooze out, he was still so hard, still so hungry and desperate for you.
His thrusts were rhythmic and quick, making you sob into his mouth.
âNeed moreâ, he huffed, kissing away the sweat on your temple, âFeels so goodâ.
The way Jisung gripped you was full of lust, harshly digging his fingers into your flesh to wrap your legs around his hips.
âJisung-â, you whimpered.
It was a bit much, a bit too intense - but so so good.
Your orgasm built up so quickly, coming down and crushing you with a blinding fire that let your eyes roll back into your skull and your nails dig into his shoulders.
The table scratched over the floor with his movements, squeaking dangerously.
âCome onâ, he encouraged you, âLouder, my love. Scream my name. Show me how pretty it can soundâ.
You did as you were told, your body surrendering to him without thinking anymore. Your walls clenched around him, spurring him on to fuck into you with more force, pulling you towards him with every snap of his hips as his name spilled out of your mouth endlessly.
âBaby, you wanna hear my new song?â, Jisung asked with a smile.
It was the kind of smile where his whole face lit up, eyes glowing with excitement as he looked up from his laptop at you.
Both of you were draped out lazily on the couch of your apartment, you just had finished dinner.
âYou managed to finish it in time?â, you asked.
âMh-hmm, with your helpâ, he either didnât seem to notice your face flushing up or he was very good at ignoring it, âI had to change the beat and the pace though. But I think it has a nice twist nowâ.
He was typing away on the keyboard, tongue slightly sticking out and telling you something mischievous was going on.
You furrowed your brows.
âOkay, let me hear itâ.
He clicked on it, the song started. It took you a few seconds, your brain worked hard to understand what was going on. But then you noticed it - what was supposed to be the drums in the background sounded suspiciously like skin slapping against skin.
You could clearly hear another voice in the background that wasnât his. It was your moan. A lot of your moans actually.
âJisung-â, you whispered, âYou didnâtâ.
His grin got brighter, reaching the peak of his happiness when you could hear yourself sob every few seconds.
âDonât you like it?â, he teased you, âYou had played a significant part in itâ.
âDonât tell me youâve sent that to Chan and Changbinâ.
Jisung laughed, shaking his head.
âOf course not, I just redid the adlibs and beat for fun. I would never-â, him stopping to talk before this sentence was fully finished wasnât a good sign, âOhâ.
cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
word count: 6686
summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out youâre so inexperienced, he canât hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! Iâm so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didnât know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldnât speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadnât been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadnât been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasnât possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
âSorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried awayâ.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
âI liked itâ, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
âYou did?â, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
âSo- you want me to continue?â.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You werenât just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldnât describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldnât indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didnât know what to do.
âMove, Jagi. Pleaseâ, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
âI donât know howâ.
At first, he didnât really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
âIâve never done something like that beforeâ, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, âIâm- uhmmâ.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldnât stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
âNo no no no. Donât cry, Jagiâ, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have pressured youâ.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
âYouâre not.. appalled by the fact Iâm a virgin?â.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
âNo, of course notâ, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, âJust under pressureâ.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldnât yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
âWhat do you mean?â.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
âWell, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldnât want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting youâ.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
âI want itâ, you whispered, âWith youâ.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldnât quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
âBut youâll have to guide meâ.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
âAre you sure?â, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didnât hesitate a second.
âYou need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels offâ, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, âAnd weâre only going as far as you feel likeâ.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldnât read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldnât resist. He was scared he couldnât fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
âI trust youâ.
âI trust you, tooâ, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didnât happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
âYou want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?â, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
âOkay, with clothes on itâs- itâs about the frictionâ, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, âHow does that feel?â.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
âGoodâ, you managed to get out.
âYou can also like- move like thisâ, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
âYeah, just like that-â, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, âKiss meâ.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
âCan you like- touch me? Like you did before?â, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
âYou did like that, huh, kitten?â.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didnât mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
âIâll start nice and slow, yeah?â, Minho cooed, âOr- tell me how you like itâ.
âI-â, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
âHave you never touched yourself?â, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
âIâm gonna teach you, yeah? Iâll show you how to make you feel goodâ.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
âStarting easy, slowâ, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
âGather it, you can push the tip in if you want toâ, he instructed you and you did as you were told, âGood- good girl, use it. Will feel better when itâs wetâ.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasnât even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
âHow does it feel, kitten? Tell meâ, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
âItâs- so goodâ, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
âPush your finger in, slowlyâ.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
âCurl your finger- like thisâ, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, âSearch for the spot. Go in deeperâ.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
âMin-â.
âYou want me to find it?â, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldnât deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didnât.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
âOh god-â, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
âFeels good, yeah?â, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
âMin-â, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasnât enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
âWhat do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? Youâd let me taste you?â.
He hadnât planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldnât keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
âTaste me? How?â, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didnât budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
âI can eat you out, if you want me toâ.
âHuh?â, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldnât stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
âYou want me to do this with my tongue?â, he tried again.
âHuh?â.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
âI need you to say yes or noâ, he mused, he wasnât even able to fight off the next sentence, âOr Iâll stopâ.
âYes-â, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, âDo it, pleaseâ.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
âRelax, kittenâ, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
âMin- hahh- Minho, wait-â, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didnât know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, âI- feels weirdâ.
âOhh-â, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, âYouâre close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?â.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasnât weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release youâll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
âDonât worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?â, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, âCum all over my face, jagiâ.
You couldnât stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you werenât moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
âFuckâ, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, âThatâs it, kitten. Good fucking girl for meâ.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
âYou want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?â.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldnât help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
âMin-â.
âHuh?â, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldnât be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
âCan I touch you now?â, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
âYou- why?â.
âI donât know- I want to make you feel goodâ, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, âBut youâll have to show me howâ.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
âOhh- fuck-â, he gasped.
You werenât even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
âCan I pull it out?â, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
âYou can- wrap your hand around it. Gentleâ, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldnât stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
âFuck- sorryâ, he groaned, âMove your hand, yeah? You can twist it a littleâ.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
âDoes that feel good?â, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
âFeels amazing, kittenâ, he huffed, âWanna taste it?â.
Minho hadnât planned on asking you that - he hadnât planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
âYouâd let me?â, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
âFuck-â, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
âTell me what feels goodâ, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
âHahh- just- take it into your mouth firstâ.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
âWe can try that if you want toâ, you said, âWhy not?â.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
âI- noâ, Minho stuttered, but couldnât contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
âI trust you, babyâ, you said again.
âDonâtâ, he laughed, âI donât think I could handle this if you let meâ.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
âI want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Minâ.
âFuck- but- you gotta-â, he couldnât control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
âSorry, kitten, it just feels so-â.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
âDo it againâ, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
âFuck, take it thenâ.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldnât deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
âKitten-â, Minho cooed breathlessly, âIf I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- Godâ.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldnât hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
âYou look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?â.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
âTell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?â, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
âYes- I love itâ.
âAre you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-â, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
âYouâd let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?â.
He wasnât afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
âIâm already close, kitten. Youâre doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?â, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
âI love youâ, he muttered.
You didnât even hesitate.
âI love you tooâ.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
âI love youâ, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, âI love you so muchâ.
âIâve waited so long for you to say thatâ, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
âI knowâ, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, âAnd Iâm sorry about thatâ.
You shook your head, signaling him he didnât need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
âI want to feel you-â, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, âInside of meâ.
Minhos grin was silly.
âKitten, I donât know if I can last that longâ, he chuckled, âWe donât have to do it right now, you know?â.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
âI donât careâ, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
âDamn- I really did that to youâ, he shook his head, âLet me get a condom, Iâll be right backâ.
You shook your head.
âI said I wanted to feel youâ.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
âKitten- I donât know what to sayâ, he huffed.
âDonât say anything- just- fuck meâ.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
âFuck- youâre going to be the death of meâ, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, âGo slow, yeah? You decide the paceâ.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
âGod- you feel- so fucking tightâ, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, âSlow down-â.
But you didnât even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didnât want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
âI said fucking slow down-â, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, âIâm gonna cum- stopâ.
âYou- Minâ, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, âYouâre filling me up so goodâ.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasnât even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
âDonât say shit like that- makes me want to-â.
âDo whatever you want with meâ, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, âPlease, fuck meâ.
He didnât even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
âMin- hahh-â.
You didnât even know what you wanted to say, but you werenât able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
âFuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mineâ.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didnât want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasnât a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain youâd love it.
Yapping but is this a safe space to say i think seungmin is so so cute.. i think he needs someone to dom him. He seems like the type to be super cute and needy. Call him puppy and hes gone
Oh it definitely is! I can definitely see him getting dominated, although I wrote him as a dom until now.. there are definitely some sub Seungmin fica coming in the future đââď¸
It is nothing really forming in my head I just watched an omegaverse series and Iâm still fighting the urge to write for it because Iâm afraid Iâll get stuck in that rabbit hole hahaha
(But maybe some suggestions will inspire me, Iâm open for everything)
It is nothing really forming in my head I just watched an omegaverse series and Iâm still fighting the urge to write for it because Iâm afraid Iâll get stuck in that rabbit hole hahaha
(But maybe some suggestions will inspire me, Iâm open for everything)
cws: smut, making out, dry humping, riding, choking, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, creampie, needy Hongjoong, service top/switch!Hongjoong, slight food play, finger sucking, reader is a tease
word count: 2592
summary: going out to get some ice cream on a hot summer day, Hongjoong seemed to be hungry for something else
a/n: first part, here we goooo! Hope youâre enjoying it
âThank you, babyâ, you said.
Hongjoong was holding the door of his car open for you so you could get in, true gentleman style. He also just paid for your ice cream.
He closed the door as soon as you were in your seat, walking around the car.
âEverything for you, jagi. That was nothingâ.
Well, it kinda was. Doing things like getting ice cream never were normal with him, he had to wear at least a cap and mask to hide his appearance when being out with you, not wanting fans to get overexcited when seeing him. Also, you had to eat in the car instead of being able to sit in front of the cute ice cream place, out in the sun.
âStillâ, you huffed, leaning towards him a bit to place your hand on his thigh when he was sitting as well, âThanks for spoiling meâ.
He closed his door as well, lifting the cap a bit to remove the mask.
âI love spoiling you. That is more of a treat for me, you know?â.
You smiled, feeling the butterflies roaming around your stomach as he held eye contact. Hongjoong always looked at you with big eyes, full of devotion and affection.
You leaned back again against the hot leather seat, shifting the focus to the cone in your hand. The ice cream was already melting, it was way too hot for this.
âHow does it taste?â, he asked.
He got himself an iced coffee, taking a sip on the straw before putting it back into the cup holder in front of him.
âItâs goodâ, you said, darting your tongue out to lick over it, âYou want a taste?â.
Something in his eyes changed, but you couldnât lay a finger on it, you couldnât properly read it. So you just held the cone out to him and he opened his mouth, mimicking your motion from before.
Oh.
Now you understood. That picture was sinful. You had always loved Hongjoongs tongue, especially his skills with it, but watching him digging it into the dessert to scoop some of it up before it vanished into his mouth altogether was straight up erotic.
He had some of it left on his bottom lip and he pushed his tongue out again to remove it.
âMh-hmmâ, he hummed, âYouâre right, it is goodâ.
He smirked at you, he knew what kind of effect he had on you. You already felt hot, your whole body heating up to the image that was now imprinted in your brain. But that was a game you could also play very well.
Sticking your tongue out, you swirled it around the ice cream and made some satisfied sounds. He watched you very attentively, eyes following you as you closed your lips around the ice cream to suck it off.
You heard him inhale pretty loudly, his breath shivering. But that wasnât enough for you. With a playful grin, you shifted your body a bit toward him, tilting the melting ice cream so a drop would land on your skin, right below the collarbone.
âOopsâ, you chuckled, âI made a messâ.
Hongjoong struggled in his seat, spreading his legs a bit wider.
âOh, for fucks sakeâ, he muttered under his breath.
You looked at him, your finger wiping over your cleavage to remove spread the melted dessert on your skin.
âSomething wrong, Joongie?â, you asked in the most innocent voice you could muster.
âNo, everythingâs fineâ, he groaned, âBut- could you eat your ice cream a little less.. erotically?â.
You licked your finger, furrowing your brows to look confused while you suckled on the tip, letting it pop out with a wet sound.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, I eat it the same way you didâ, you mused.
He laughed, letting his head fall back against the seat before his hand came up to rub his face.
âYeah, I wanted to tease you, youâre straight up riling me upâ, he scoffed, no real anger behind that voice - maybe a bit of frustration.
âRiling you up?â
Hongjoong groaned again.
âBaby, Iâm so hard right now. You know exactly what youâre doing to meâ, he pulled at his pants as if he was demonstrating how uncomfortable he was in them.
He was indeed very hard, you could see the outline of his cock clearly through his pants.
âHmm- you should do something about itâ, you hummed, sticking your tongue out to play with your treat again.
It wasnât much left, you dug your teeth into the cone to bite off some of the waffle. But that also seemed to make him fall apart. It was funny to you, endearing. You probably loved teasing him as much as he loved to do the same to you.
âMe? No, baby, youâre coming here nowâ.
He adjusted the position of his seat, giving him more space between the wheel and his body. The way he looked at you could have you on your knees in seconds, demanding but soft - already so wrecked. But you had the feeling that you had him at your mercy now. And you liked that very much.
âCan I finish my ice cream?â, you asked with a pout.
Hongjoong looked at you in utter disbelief for a second, already making grabby hands at you to motion you to climb onto his lap.
âYouâre kidding me, right?â, he huffed, his voice getting a bit whiny - that was more to your liking, âPlease, baby, please. Donât make me begâ.
Your grin grew even wider at his words. Hongjoong was a very self conscious man, his aura and stage presence just a picture of how he carried himself and he pretty much was the same on a casual day. But for you - his princess - he would do anything. And that was very empowering.
âBut I love when you begâ, you said, voice teasing.
He watched you continuing to eat your ice cream as if nothing was happening at the same time.
âBratâ, he sighed, âPlease, baby. I need you, come onâ.
âNeed me to do what?â, you asked.
The groan Hongjoong made was both sinful and frustrated at the same time.
âRide me, dry hump me- do something- pleaseâ.
You chuckled, stuffing the last part of the cone into your mouth before crawling over to him. He held his arms open, hands immediately wrapping around your waist as soon as you were settled on his lap and straddling him. He sighed, feeling your weight press down on his erection already seemed to relieve some ache.
Swallowing what you had in your mouth, you brought your fingers to your lips.
âTheyâre stickyâ, you said.
âOhh, really? Little minxâ, he cooed, looking up at you.
You nodded and he grabbed one of your hands, opening his mouth to stick a finger inside. His tongue pressed flatly against the underside of it before pulling it out again.
It made your pussy throb, walls clenching violently around nothing and you were pretty sure you were already wet.
âMy lips are sticky tooâ, you whispered.
That line was so damn cheesy, but it still worked. Both of you laughed at it, yet he stretched his body, pulling you closer by your waist. You leaned down to meet him, lips crashing against his in a kiss that was messy from the start.
Hongjoongs kisses were always so addicting, you could taste the faint remnants of his iced coffee, mixed with your ice cream and his own very familiar taste. Your hands pulled his cap off completely when they got hold of his hair, neither of you seemed to care about the fact that they were still sticky anymore.
He moaned into your mouth when you gently pulled on the soft strands and squeezed you where he held you close, not planning on letting go any time soon.
You let his tongue lick against yours, tasting you, devouring you, he had you gasp in a matter of seconds.
âBaby-â, his voice was choked out, sentence cut off because he couldnât stay separated from you for too long, âMove, just a bit, yeah? Pleaseâ.
His hands guided you, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth to give him more friction. Moans and grunts filled the space of the car, muffled by each others lips. Since it was so hot and he was radiating even more warmth, your summer dress clinged nastily onto your body. You were sweating so much, but you wanted to be even closer.
âHongjoong-â, you moaned.
âFuck- yes, baby?â.
You gyrated your hips, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clothed core over and over again. You were soaking your panties and his jeans.
A breathy whine escaped you - this wasnât enough. You needed more and you would take it.
Your fingers were quick, you sat back a bit to have more space to unbuckle his belt.
âYou wanna do it here?â, he asked breathlessly, having no intentions to stop you though.
âYou wanna wait until weâre at home? Driving through this traffic?â, you retorted.
Unzipping his pants, you pulled out his cock and wasted no time in stroking him.
âFuck- yeah, no. Good pointâ, he nodded, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he watched you.
Your fingers wrapped around his base, going up with a firm grip, back down again with a ghosting touch. Hongjoong moaned out, eyes closing for a second in pure bliss.
You smeared the precum all over him, grinning when he let his head fall back against the leather while he squirmed underneath you.
You got up on your knees, two pairs of hurried hands shoving your sundress up over your hips. You had been right, your panties were completely drenched - but you carelessly pulled them to the side either way so you could position him at your entrance.
He held onto you for dear life when you sank down on him.
âOhh- fuck, youâre so wetâ, he gasped.
The stretch was intense, but you didnât give yourself the time to get accustomed to it properly. He split you open in the most delicious way, even though it was stealing your breath away.
âSlow down, babyâ, Hongjoong whimpered, his hands clasping your hips, âOh my godâ.
âCant-â, you choked out, âMore- need moreâ.
You only let both of you have a break when he bottomed out, you were not moving. It was still unbearably hot, yet you allowed him to press his body closer to yours. His mouth latched onto your collarbone, tongue licking off the reminders of your spilled ice cream.
You whimpered and arched into him, pushing his head even closer to you.
âSo tight- but taking me so well, fuckâ, his voice was so needy, it made you clench around him immediately.
It was filthy, messy, how he licked up your throat and sucked on your skin. He bit into the spot right below your ear, relishing in the way you melted in his hands.
âYou taste so sweet, baby, canât get enough of you-â, he muttered, pressing you down onto his cock as much as possible.
Hongjoong sucked your skin into his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at it - apologizing kisses being littered onto the mark.
You moved, slowly at first, with tentative rolls of your hips. He met you halfway through, fucking into you from below with shallow and thrusts.
âItâs so hotâ, you groaned, there was sweat running down your temples and down to your jaw, but Hongjoong licked it off again.
âYeah, want me to take that off?â.
His hands reached around you, searching for the zipper on the back of your dress and pulling it down torturously slowly.
You shoved it down your shoulders and let it pool around your hips, not a care about the stupid fabric anymore.
A sigh of relief came out of your mouth as soon as it was off. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks again, guiding his face to yours to kiss him again.
He bounced you on his dick, helped you to move on top of him. His cock was reaching so deep inside in this position, hitting your g-spot over and over again every time he slammed you back down.
Hongjoong bit your bottom lip, tongue licking over it soothingly afterwards.
âFuck- babyâ, he hummed against your mouth, âYou feel so good- holy shitâ.
You whimpered, it was still not enough.
âMore-â, you managed to get out, leaning back until your back hit the steering wheel.
âYou wanna get fucked dumb on this cock?â, Hongjoong grinned, âMaybe you already are, look at youâ.
There was nothing to be seen of his needy and whiny self, confidence and primal hunger was lingering in his eyes as he watched you tremble on top of him.
âJoongie-â, you moaned, âMore, please-â.
He chuckled, hands roaming over your naked torso, cupping the underside of your bra.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâve got you. Iâll give you moreâ.
He lifted your dress a bit, thumb finding your clit to press down onto it. Your mouth fell open in a silent âoâ, you werenât able to control your body anymore. Your spine arched, one hand prepping yourself on the window right next to you.
His other hand went higher, gently wrapping around your throat to pull you back against his mouth. His kiss wasnât as dizzying as it was before, it was soft. Just a few quick pecks of his lips in between breathless moans and high pitched whines.
A big contrast to the way he was roughly fucking you from below while you moved your hips very weakly on your own. Your legs were already trembling, hurting from the cramped space you were in and spasming by the shocks your pleasure granted you.
âGod, youâre squeezing me- you like that, huh?â, he mused.
âYes-! Yes, feels so goodâ, your free hand grabbed his neck, nails digging into his skin, âGonna- fuckâ.
âGonna cum on my cock, baby? Go on, make a mess for me againâ.
None of you had a second thought about fucking in the car, out in public. But with your moaned screams, his name on your tongue when you finally got to your release, he was quick to cover your mouth with his own - devouring every sound you would give him. He squeezed your throat, knowing it would make your orgasm more intense and longer while his thumb was still rubbing fast circles on your clit.
âYou let me fill you up? Please say yesâ, he groaned, his voice shaking and telling you he was so close as well.
âYes! Anything you want- wanna feel it insideâ, you choked out, body still seizing up, walls milking him.
âThank you, babyâ, he muttered softly, affection laced with the growl bubbling up in his chest.
Hongjoong came a lot quieter than you did, forcing himself to stay quiet with his teeth buried into his lower lip. But still, it wasnât any less intense. You felt his cock twitch inside you relentlessly as he spilled his cum as deep as possible, grinding into you.
âFuck-â, he whimpered at the intense feeling overwhelming him.
Both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. You searched for his closeness, leaning forward to let yourself be pulled into a tight embrace. Hongjoong hummed contentedly, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
You combed through his messy and sweat stained hair, pushing them back.
âGod, we should get ice cream more oftenâ, he whispered.
relationships: vampire!Seungmin x female!Reader (slight vampire!I.N x female!Reader)
cws: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, backwards riding, creampie, squirting, needy but dom!Seungmin, slight rivalry, voyeurism, blood sucking (kinda got a bit nasty), biting, slight dub con? dialog heavy
word count: 6041
a/n: omg you liked the first part of this so much, Iâm so excited to show you the rest of this hehehe thanks for your support! I struggled a bit with this chapter, but I hope youâll still like it - please consider leaving a comment, it would mean very much to me (Iâm having a hard time rn)
You didnât know what actually gave you the willpower and courage to walk up to his house again. House, villa, mansion, whatever you wanted to call it.
It seemed bigger in broad daylight, people were looking over the fence, spotting you, but hurrying to walk on further, seemingly not wanting to be involved in anything that was happening there.
âThis is ridiculousâ, you huffed, banging at the door with your whole fist again.
You stepped back a bit, out into the sunlight. Every single window was covered by a shutter, it looked abandoned.
But you had been inside this building just two days ago, you didnât hallucinate any of it. Jeongins contact in your phone and the blueish mark on your shoulder said otherwise - you still didnât really know what had happened there, but you were sure he could explain it to you.
The front door was covered with a shade as well, only enhancing the coldness that was radiating from the houses walls.
You stepped closer again, already lifting your hand and ready to knock again, when the door opened just a bit.
âFinallyâ, you growled, your palm pressing against the wood and pushing the door in, but it didnât move even an inch.
âWhat do you want?â.
It wasnât Jeongins voice. It was deeper, the man looking at you from behind the door was broader, built, and obviously older.
âIs he at home?â, you asked, âJeongin lives here, right?â.
The man in front of you looked startled by your presence, although his form was towering yours. He didnât even want to open up completely.
âHe canât talk right nowâ, he answered immediately.
âOh, really?â, you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, tilting your head in annoyance.
âYeah, heâs busyâ.
âMhmmâ, you hummed, still not budging.
There was a moment of silence, his hands skimming over the wood before he decided to look at you again.
âSomething else?â.
âI donât believe youâ, you clicked your tongue, âCan I please come in and talk to him?â.
The man sighed heavily, opening the door and stepping aside. To be honest, it kinda surprised you he gave up so easily. But still, you walked past him and into the hallway.
Had it been this cold when you had been there the first time?
âHe must be in his room, at the end of the hallway to the leftâ.
He seemed uneasy around you, always taking a step back whenever you were close. But you didnât think much about it. You nodded and stepped in, the click of the front door behind you gave you shivers, your pace getting quicker.
Your body stopped without you wanting it, right next to another room. You didnât want to look, you really didnât. But you still did.
There was something wrong about this room, a dark aura seeping through it and coming towards you. It clawed at you, you could feel it, and yet you were frozen to the spot.
Something was lurking in the shadows, looking at you - staring you down. You were drawn to it, your heart longing for closeness. Your feet were carrying you to the doorframe, but before you could walk on further, the door was slammed shut, Jeongin pushing himself in front of you.
âWhat are you doing here?â, he asked, face drawn in bewilderment.
Your brain wasnât functioning, you were asking yourself if you just had hallucinated him talking to you. Your eyes were focused on the door behind him.
âI-â, you couldnât finish the sentence.
Why were you even here? How did you get here?
His hand came up to cup your cheek, the touch struck you - sparks waving through your spine to make you jolt.
âCan you hear me?â.
You caught his wrist and pushed him away from you as if that action of him just burned you.
âYes, I-â, you felt dizzy, âWhat just happened?â.
Jeongin turned his head away for a second, muttering something under his breath before he looked at you again.
âAre you okay? You can sit down in my room for a bitâ, he suggested, a hand on your back trying to push you onwards.
âWhat? No-â, again, you had your hands pressed in his chest, shoving him away with less force than you had wanted, âI donât want to go to your room! You gonna tell me whatâs going on here! Now!â.
Jeongin looked at you like you had just slapped him in the face, it was heart wrenching. His gaze dropped, eyes dark and hollow, shoulders slumping.
âI canât-â.
âYou canât? I want an explanation what happened the last time I was here! I was hurt, I was so weak for a whole day and youâre telling me you canât?â, you snapped, pulling your shirt down enough to expose the dried up wound.
He looked at it in horror, shying away from you as soon as he saw it. He bit his lip before covering his mouth with a hand.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Please donât be mad at me, but I really canâtâ, he whined, as if he was in physical pain.
You were mad, no matter if he was begging or not. His back hit the wall, you were cornering him.
âJeongin, I swear- if youâre not telling me now, Iâm calling the policeâ.
To be honest, you didnât know why you havenât done that yet. It was obvious that something shady was going on.
âYou want the truth? God, Iâm not allowed to tell you, but-â, he shivered, âI fucked up so bad- Okay, okay, Iâll tell you. But can we go to my room? I donât want the others to hear-â.
âNoâ, you said stubbornly, âThe others can hear that you fucked upâ.
You were making it extremely hard for Jeongin, but you had enough. This whole situation was making you furious.
âWe- I am a vampireâ.
You snorted, letting your head fall back for a second in disbelief before shaking it a few times.
âNo, really- I mean itâ, he said, voice sad, but honest.
âOh, yeah sure. Are you all vampires here? Living in your little vampire mansion?â, you laughed, âGet a fucking grip and try to fool a teenage girl nextâ.
You wanted to push yourself past him, he obviously wasnât willing to tell you the truth, because that explanation just sounded ridiculous.
Jeongin caught your wrist, not budging in the slightest when you pulled against it to free yourself.
âI know how that sounds, but it is true! I swearâ, he didnât dare to look you in the eyes, âIâll answer every question you have, but please- donât leave-â.
âI really donât have the patience for this-â, you mumbled, trying to pry his fingers off of your arm with your other hand, but this was futile.
âYou want to know what happened after our date?â, he caught your other hand too, pulling you towards him roughly, âI bit you. That wound you have-â.
âYou bit me? Do you seriously expect me to believe you are able to leave such a mark?â, you asked.
âMy teeth are stronger than yoursâ, he said, finally looking at you again, âIâm so sorry about this, I got so carried away and- when we had sex, I-â.
You felt your body heating up at the thought of you having sex with him, but you couldnât recall any of it.
âI canât rememberâ, you still fought against him, desperately trying to get out of his unrelenting grip, âDid you drug me?â.
That question seemed to stir something inside of him, he froze on the spot, every facial expression he had was falling out of his face.
âNo! Not intentionally- Vampires venom can act like it, the prey is supposed to forget about the act of blood drinkingâ.
âPrey? Thatâs what I am to you?â, you asked, louder this time, âLet me go, immediatelyâ.
Whether if he was telling the truth or not, you were pissed. You didnât even care at that moment. But he did, freeing your hands, but daring to hold you back once more when you walked back towards the front door.
The man who had opened it for you was still standing next to you.
âHey- what is going on? Jeongin?â, he asked his friend who was following you.
âOf course not! Itâs not my fault, I didnât want it to go that far! Pleaseâ.
He was held back by his older friend so you could open the door without any restraints.
âListen-â, Jeongins friend tried, âI guess he told you? Give him some slack, it was a difficult situation. Heâs really regretting what happenedâ.
âOh, so youâre playing along too?â, you asked, âYouâre all massive freaks, reallyâ.
âDo you have another explanation for that wound?â, he retorted, âYou probably wonât believe me either, but I was there when it happenedâ.
God, this was stupid. So, so stupid.
âCan you prove it?â, you wanted to know, âAny of that vampire stuff, can you prove it?â.
There was silence. You should have left for good, but you couldnât. You had liked Jeongin, very much so - and maybe you wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he didnât mean to seriously hurt you, that he had made a mistake and he wanted to have you at his side.
âWhat do you want me to do to prove it?â, Jeongin asked.
âI donât know, can you go out into the sun? Do you catch fire or do you sparkle like in Twilight?â, you scoffed.
You turned around to look at both men. The older one shook his head.
âWe get heavily burned. No sparklesâ, he said.
âUghh- fine, show me your teeth then. Show me somethingâ.
The other man let Jeongin step forward, you allowed him to come up close to you - slightly leaning down and opening his mouth. His teeth looked normal all in all, maybe a bit pointy, but you wouldnât claim that these were teeth belonging to a predator.
You didnât know why you did it, but your hands came up to his face, left hand cupping his cheek while your right thumb swiped over his bottom lip. Your heart was pounding quickly, telling you you secretly wanted him to be this close. That you wanted to touch him.
You got bold with it, encouraged by the butterflies roaming around in your stomach again and your fingertip slid into his mouth.
You traced his lower front teeth one by one, reaching the canine and pushing against it - which really was a dumb idea.
His tooth broke the tissue of your skin effortlessly and you pulled back at the pain instinctively, ripping the flesh open even more in the process.
A few droplets of blood stained Jeongins teeth, his lips. Everything happened so fast.
His pupils dilated immediately, it seemed like their black color bled out and covered the entirety of his eyes until his scleras were black too.
The other man pushed you back roughly, you stumbled, one of his hands shot forward to grab Jeongin by the throat, shoving him away.
âGet outside!â, he yelled, âInto the sun!â.
But you were frozen to your spot, staring at the demonlike figure in front of you. Jeongin growled, baring his teeth at his friend for a slither of a second before he caught himself, closing his eyes.
âIâm okayâ, Jeongin said, holding his hands up in defense.
The other man hesitated, not wanting to back up just yet. He watched the younger man attentively.
âYouâre sure?â.
Jeongin opened his eyes again, they looked completely normal, just a bit glassy.
âYeahâ.
âQuestionable. Do you feel hungry?â.
You noticed you had been holding your breath for most of the time, exhaling heavily. This had been scary.
Your brain was trying to work with all the information, but it was hard to understand. Was it really true? Vampires?
âNot really- Is that normal? You told me golden blood was nutritious, but I donât feel any hunger at all. Just startledâ, Jeongin said, the other man finally let go of him.
âItâs different for everyone and itâs been a long time since I had it- but I guess it can calm down hunger for some timeâ.
He turned around to look at you and clicked his tongue, as if he was annoyed you just witnessed and heard everything they were talking about.
âYouâre still here? I told you to leaveâ.
His tone was frustrated, but not angry. But you didnât even care if he was angry. You continued to stare at Jeongin.
You were trembling, fear was flushing your nervous system. Your left hand covered your bleeding thumb, you were trying to hide it from them.
âChris- sheâs scaredâ, Jeongin whispered.
âIâm not scaredâ, you answered, but your voice was trembling as much as your body.
âYou want me to patch you up?â, he asked, voice and eyes so gentle, you nodded automatically.
You followed both of them into the bathroom, Chris - the older man - leaned against the wall, watching both of you as if he was ready to jump in again if needed.
At first, you didnât dare to remove your hand, but when you did, there was blood all over it.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â, Jeongin didnât even flinch when he saw it, softly taking your hands and holding them under running water.
Chrisâ eyes were stern and never left him, digging into the younger manâs back while he moved around you. Jeongin cleaned your hands and dried them, pulling out a bandaid to put it on the cut.
âIâm sorryâ, he sighed.
âNoâ, you shook your hand, âI touched it on purpose. I was just-â.
He was so close, still holding your hands.
You gave in, getting lost in his dark eyes. You missed him. Missed being around him, missed his touch. He told you he wasnât a guy that liked being touched too much, but he seemed to enjoy your closeness though which made you smile slightly.
âCan we talk in private?â.
âNah, youâre still bleeding. Iâm not leavingâ, Chris said with a shake of his head.
Jeongin rolled his eyes, sighing quietly. They seemed to be pretty close. That, or Chris just wanted to protect you in case Jeongin wasnât able to hold back his hunger for you anymore. God, that sounded so weird.
âI can handle itâ, he answered, âI told you Iâm not hungryâ.
Chris looked at him, silently judging if he could really leave you two alone. But then he moved, mentioning he would wait in front of the door.
âSo you really are one?â.
Jeongin nodded.
âAnd he is also one?â, you asked, pointing into the direction where Chris just had left with your head.
Another nod.
âYou had been right, actually. All of my roommates are vampiresâ.
âOkay-â, you didnât know what to answer.
You pulled your hands out of his grip and this time he let you.
âBut- you had been outside when the sun is upâ, you said, remembering the day youâve met.
âWe can be in sunlight when it sets or begins to riseâ, he explained.
Your head started to hurt. That was a lot to process and honestly, still had to believe.
âI saw you drinking and eating normal foodâ.
âWe also can do thatâ, he laughed nervously, âWe can live a mostly normal lifeâ.
âExcept the drinking blood thing, huh?â, you said.
Jeongin felt obviously uneasy with your words, you could see in his eyes how much he regretted biting you.
âTell me about itâ, you stepped towards him, taking his hand as if it was the most normal thing to do, âHow did it happen? Since I canât remember itâ.
âOhhh-â, Jeongins face flushed.
Thatâs when you remembered him mentioning you had sex when he bit you. Your body got hot again, you mustâve turned red in a matter of seconds as well.
But then he squeezed your hand.
âWe got here and kissed and-â, he smiled, a silly smile that made your heart flutter and stomach turn with affection, âYou know, biting and blood drinking can be a very intimate act. It heightens emotions and sensesâ.
His words made none of this easier. An intimate act? Did he really bite you in the middle of fucking you?
âIsnât it supposed to hurt?â.
âWhen our saliva gets into a humans blood system, it works as a kind of sedation. It makes everything feel good so the- human doesnât get appalledâ, he said, fidgeting with his words, âStill, Iâm sorry I hurt you. To be honest with you, I drank a bit too much. Thatâs why you were so weakâ.
Your heart skipped a beat. Jeongin was actually able to kill you by draining your blood. And following his words, youâd think that it feels good.
âChris had saved you before it was too late. I was ashamed of myself, I didnât answer your messages because I wanted to protect youâ, he whispered, âI really really like you. But when I tasted your blood, I couldnât stop. It was scary- my brain stopped working and all I could think of was-â.
He stopped talking when he noticed he got carried away with it, swallowing hard and loudly. You liked him too and him confessing his feelings so blatantly actually made you smile. No matter that he was talking about how your blood tasted after that.
âAnd my blood made your thirst go away?â, you asked.
He nodded.
âItâs weird, I never felt like this when I smell blood. I feel- free?â.
You got goosebumps at his words. It only now occurred to you that having that kind of hunger, having to rely on feeding on humans was something disgusting and difficult for them to do.
âWhat happens when you donât drink blood? Like stopping completelyâ, you wanted to know.
Jeongin hesitated, sadness filled his eyes again. He let go of one of your hands to comb his own through his hair with a frustrated groan.
âSorry if thatâs-â you wanted to reel back, but he just shook his head.
âNo, I said Iâm going to answer all your questions, itâs just- one of my roommates is having this issue right nowâ.
There was silence between you again, you felt guilty for even asking that, bringing up a topic that was obviously not that pleasant.
âHe missed the moment when hunger tilts and- you know, we wanted to give him blood bags, but heâs denying themâ.
âWhy?â, you asked.
Dumb question again. You wanted to slap yourself.
âWell, it doesnât feel as pleasant as getting it from the sourceâ, he smiled a silly smile, dimples showing.
He was clearly referring to the fact that blood drinking or biting could be part of a sexual act. Just like it had been for you. There it was again, that hot and tingling feeling whenever you were near him.
This was so fucked up. He was telling you stories about vampires and you believed him. You should probably run and hide. But you wanted to stay.
âIf he keeps denying them we might need to force feed him-â, he continued.
âCanât he drink from me?â.
It came out of your mouth before you could actually think about it. Jeongin looked shocked, scared even.
âNo! Absolutely not- He could kill youâ, he tried.
âYou almost killed me too, remember?â, you said jokingly, âIf my blood is so special, let me help your friendâ.
He looked hurt, humiliated as you confronted him with his own failure. But he still shook his head.
âI wouldnât forgive myself if- you have been in enough danger around meâ.
âYou can protect me, right? You can come with me and jump in if anything happens. Ask Chan to be there tooâ, you suggested.
You knew this was way too dangerous, very very stupid and you risked your life here. Yet, you were willing to do it.
âWhy would you even want to do that?â, he asked, his eyes so confused, so pleading.
You sighed, you didnât even really know why. Because you wanted to know how it felt like? Because you were curious? Because you wanted to do him a favor?
Getting Jeongins permission to try and approach Seungmin - you couldnât really believe you suggested to expose yourself to that kind of danger without even knowing his name first - was easier than convincing Chan.
He had been against it, even scolded his younger friend for agreeing to you in the first place. But you had been stubborn and they ran out of time.
You stood in front of the door again, it was oozing with a malicious aura, but you kept being drawn to it. Chan had gone inside to prepare Seungmin for meeting you, no one knew how heâd react to a human being so close to him.
âThis is dumbâ, Jeongin whispered, standing next to you.
âIt isâ, you nodded.
âStill want to do it?â, there was a slither of hope in his voice, as if he was betting on you taking your offer back.
âYeahâ.
He opened the door, and it made you shiver immediately. Chan stood in front of the bed, a person sitting on it next to him. Seungmin was calm, not really moving even when you entered behind Jeongin a bit tentatively.
âMin? Sheâs here now. Shallow breaths, yeah?â, Chan said quietly.
Seungmin didnât answer, his eyes were focused on you. His breathing was heavy, but slow and steady. Jeongin stopped walking, pushing himself in front of you some more.
âSeungmin, I need you to talk to meâ.
Chan moved as well, stepping into his field of view and forcing him to look up to him like this.
âSorry, yeah. Iâm tryingâ, his voice was hoarse, dry.
Chan turned his head for a second, motioning you to come closer again. Seungmins nostrils flared every time he inhaled, he took his breath in with a sigh until you were standing right in front of him. Jeongins arm was still out, holding it in front of you to have one form of barrier between you and the hungry vampire.
âShe smells goodâ, Seungmin groaned a little, but enough to startle anyone with it.
âWhat am I supposed to do?â, you asked.
âJust stay there for a bit, let him settle in this situationâ, Chan said, attentive eyes on his younger friend, âItâs been some time since he was this close to a human, we have no idea how heâd reactâ.
Seungmin sighed heavily, as if your presence was physically hurting him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.
They let you stand there for a bit, doing nothing really except holding eye contact. Seungmin was sweating and looked really pale, you could see he was struggling, but it wasnât as bad as you had thought it would be.
It was decided you could sit next to him, much to Jeongins dismay. You could hear Seungmin breathe heavier like this. He stared at you, lips parted slightly.
âCan I touch you?â, he asked all of the sudden.
âWhere?â, you asked, tilting your head at his weird request.
âWherever you let meâ.
His words made your blood boil immediately. It was blunt, he wasnât probably even noticing it. But still, you held a hand out to him and watched him taking it between his own.
He brought it up to his face, up close until his nose bumped against the back of it.
Jeongin was startled, Chan shifted in his standing position. But Seungmin was just inhaling your scent very carefully with slow breaths and closed eyes.
âGod-â, he managed to say.
You got goosebumps and were heavily shivering at the way he blew air against your skin like this. With a gasp, you were squirming in your seat.
âYou good?â, Jeongin asked, voice and face worried.
Seungmins fingers slipped up your arm, slowly coming up your wrist and delicately touching your forearm. You were entranced by the way he was so careful with you, by the way his cool skin felt against yours.
You could only nod, Jeongin sat down behind you, his body caging you in. You werenât able to flee from Seungmin in this position if you wanted to, but you didnât feel vulnerable and unsafe at all. Chris was hovering over the shoulder of the man in front of you.
While Seungmins face followed his hands up your arm, you felt Jeongins heartbeat heavily fluttering in your back - reminding you that vampires were very well alive.
Seungmin grunted softly, reaching your bicep now, scooting closer. Jeongin rubbed circles into your thighs, his hands just resting there, not holding you down. It was making it worse though, your hot body flushing more and more with every second being trapped by the two men.
You had asked Jeongin beforehand if he wouldnât be jealous in this kind of situation - considering the act of the bite was so intimate and apparently erotic. He had grinned and shook his head, claiming it was your own body and he wouldnât be mad when you decided what you wanted to do with it.
And honestly, in that very moment, you wouldnât even be appalled by Seungmin in the slightest - no matter that two other people were watching you.
âOh, Innie-â, Seungmins voice was a growl, not threatening - more needy, âYou brought me a delicate gift there. You really let me have her?â.
You gulped, very loudly. Your stomach flipped, a slight tug forming in your core and you couldnât help but gasp.
âYou have to ask herâ.
Seungmin huffed, a little laugh. The hairs in your neck stood up, you could feel it. And again, you were squirming, couldnât sit still. But it wasnât because you were afraid or uncomfortable. It was because you couldnât wait for him to touch you.
âWhat do you think, pup?â, he whispered, retracting a bit to look you in the eyes, âWould you enjoy that, huh?â.
You were gone as soon as you saw his dark eyes. He was yearning for you, desperately and silently asking you to be his and god, you needed it so badly.
âHow do you want me?â, you wanted to know, being so breathless.
Seungmin grinned and you gulped again. Damn, he was pretty. His hand reached your shoulder, your throat, fingertips slightly grazing your pulse point. You shivered, pussy throbbing in the same rhythm as your heartbeat now.
âCome here, pupâ.
You didnât know why he gave you a petname from the start, but it surely had its desired effect. As if he just needed to look at you and you crawled into his lap with your back against his chest now. Seungmins mouth latched on your throat and you had thought he would bite you immediately, succumb to the hunger, but he just littered open mouthed kisses there and kept you on edge with it.
He played with the hem of your skirt, shoving it upwards a bit to reach your panties better.
âOhâ, Seungmin laughed, touching your drenched core, âAre you excited?â.
Jeongin gently put his hands on your thighs to spread your legs, but it wasnât forced. His grip wasnât bruising on you.
âDonât worry, jagi. Iâm here. Chris is here, youâre safeâ.
You let yourself completely fall, slumping back into Seungmin and closing your eyes. He pulled your panties aside, growling deeper as a finger slid into your wet entrance.
You moaned, thighs already shaking. One touch and you were gone. It was addicting, blinding you, making you feel dizzy.
âDonât test meâ, you heard Jeongins voice, he was mad, a snarl vibrating in his chest, âYou donât need to influence her, she already said yesâ.
Seungmin curled the finger inside of you, pressing against your g-spot and making you whimper immediately. You gushed onto his hand, walls already clenching around the length of his digit and he chuckled.
âSo protective, Innie. Iâm not doing anything she doesnât want me to. Youâve said it, she said yesâ.
âItâs okâ, you whispered, raising your hand to cup Jeongins cheek, âIâm alrightâ.
Seungmin hummed at your words, but that hum soon turned into a guttural grunt every time he would nuzzle his nose against your neck.
âSeungmin, are you still with me?â, Chris asked, making sure he wouldnât lose control.
âYeah- god, the smell-â, he straight up moaned against your skin, âYouâd bring me someone with golden blood so willingly?â.
Jeongins breathing staggered, he looked at his friend with attentive eyes.
âHave you tasted golden blood before? How do you know?â.
You felt the bulge of Seungmins cock beneath you, pressing into you shamelessly in front of the two other men.
âNo, but she smells so sweet- best thing Iâve ever hadâ, his hips moved, twitching against your ass in need for friction.
He seemed to run out of patience, although he had a lot more than you thought he would have. Hands leaving you to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. When he wasnât touching you anymore, the dizziness was gone, your mind wasnât so cloudy anymore. You made an internal note to ask Jeongin if that was normal for humans who are so close to vampires. He had been talking about some kind of influence. But either way, you were still longing for Seungmin. You still wanted him to make you feel good.
âJagiâ, Jeongins hazy eyes looked at you like he wanted to be the one in Seungmins place, your heart flipped, âYouâre doing so good, are you still ok with it?â.
You nodded, he smiled.
âWhat a good girl you areâ, he mused, his grin only getting bigger, âIâll stay at your side, yeah?â.
It gave you more confidence and security to have him here with you. Of course, Chris being there and protecting you was surely a plus as well, but Jeongins presence was so deeply calming - you werenât afraid at all.
You leaned forward a bit, giving Seungmin the opportunity to push your panties to the side once more, guide his cock to your entrance and push in. There was no resistance at all, you were so wet he had no problems to bottom out in one swift motion.
âThatâs it-â, Seungmin cooed, âWet pussy taking me so wellâ.
His hand sneaked forward, wrapping around your throat to pull you back against him. He asserted some pressure on the sides, making your head feel lighter. You internally wondered if vampires connected sex to blood drinking because it would increase your heart rate and blood pressure - it certainly worked on you.
He guided you to move on top of him, simultaneously fucking into you from below. There were no moans coming from him - only growls. You felt him drooling, saliva dripping onto your shoulder whenever he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.
âSeungmin-â, Chris warned.
He ignored him, continuing as if you werenât being watched. You also managed to let that fact fade out completely, your brain had stopped working without enough oxygen either way.
âSeungmin!â, Chrisâ hand got hold of his neck, scruffing and pulling him back slightly to force him to shift his focus.
Seungmin groaned, looking at him with glazed and blown eyes while the older man stared him down.
âIâm good-â, Seungmin muttered, now sounding a lot more desperate than before, âJust- let me- please. I need thisâ.
He whined when Chris didnât let go, stopping in his movements and letting go of you to let you breathe. You inhaled heavily, greedily sucking in some air.
âI know, but if you canât control yourself Iâm stopping this. Got it?â, he sounded stern, harsh, his voice forcing Seungmin to be submissive towards the older man and follow his orders.
âYeahâ, Seungmin gasped, being freed again.
He pulled out of you, splaying you out on the mattress on your stomach. He moved to be on top of you, cock sliding into you again with ease and making you moan immediately.
In this position he seemed to reach even deeper, hitting all the right spots without even trying to.
It was torture, he lost himself in it and fucked into you with deep and slow thrusts.
âI know, pup, I can feel youâre close-â, he huffed, pushing your hair out of your neck so he could press a kiss to your skin there, âYou gonna let me taste you, right? Be a good pup and help me with my hungerâ.
You nodded weakly, adrenaline rushing through you so fast, it was making the pleasure even more intense. This was different than with Jeongin. The first time with a vampire hadnât been this thrilling, this intimidating - but the rush of it was addicting. You wanted it.
âYou can bite meâ, you gasped, his fingers clawing into your hair to push your face into the mattress.
âYeah? You want it that badly, pup? Adorableâ.
He didnât leave you any time to be prepared, diving in and sinking his teeth into your neck. Seungmin moaned immediately, hips stuttering as he violently came and filled you up.
He didnât savor it, he greedily sucked your blood into his mouth while he fucked his cum deeper into you. The pain of your skin being ripped open subsided quickly, it mixed into your pleasure and pushed you over the edge. It was creepy how quickly you were eased into the orgasm, almost thrown into it - just because of a vampiresâ venom.
Seungmin whimpered, obviously needing more. He lapped up your blood which breathy gasps and moans.
âNo- please, I can- fuck- need moreâ, Seungmin licked over the wound, still groaning at the taste of you.
You were still shaking, still seizing up and being utterly overwhelmed by your release. You had completely underestimated how intense this was. You choked on the air in your lungs, mind blank and moan after moan being stuck in your throat.
âSee how much she likes it? Let me make her feel good, Innie, come onâ, Seungmins eyes were focused on your wound, mouthing at it whenever new liquid threatened to spill.
âI- holy shit, is she still cumming?â, Jeongin whispered, voice wrecked.
You were - in fact - almost trapped in your orgasm. Wave after wave of dopamine crushing you whenever his tongue connected to you.
âSqueezing me so good- need moreâ, the man on top of you plunged his teeth into you once more.
You werenât able to control your body anymore, gushing around Seungmins cock and drenching the sheets underneath you.
Jeongin was restless, he obviously enjoyed watching you fall apart, but he was so damn worried. Relief washing over him when he noticed Chris was moving - taking away the decision of what to do from him.
âThatâs itâ, his tone was strained as he grabbed Seungmin and pulled him off with a lot of force.
âNo, wait- itâs-â the younger man thrashed in his unrelenting grip, hands reaching out for you.
âJeongin, take care of herâ, Chris ordered, pinning Seungmin down to the floor.
You finally were able to properly breathe again, you felt something press onto your neck as Jeongin turned you on your back.
âI got you, jagiâ, he muttered, he doesnt really seemed affected by your blood once again, although his pupils were so blown, âAre you okay? How do you feel?â.
âOkayâ, you got out, âExhaustedâ.
Jeongin grinned, pulling you up into a sitting position, still asserting pressure to your wound to stop the bleeding.
âYou did so goodâ, he praised you, hand reaching for your thigh to gently stroke you, âThank you for saving himâ.
You looked over to Seungmin, who had obviously surrendered to Chris, eyes closed and breathing more calmly again.
âDeep breaths, thatâs goodâ, Chris encouraged him.
The older man lifted his head, holding eye contact to you. His eyes were pitch black and hungry, but he still seemed to be perfectly able to compose himself.
There was a flicker of something, a specific glint in them you couldnât really describe. Yet, you felt so incredibly drawn to him, as if he was silently calling for you.
PlĐľase let me take real breaths, let me dance a real dance
Let me dream a real dream and let me feel all these senses
cws: smut, masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex, just the tip trope, some Mingi backstory, yearning
word count: 3342
a/n: now weâre talking! Crazy how I come up with the best smut when Iâm stressed and mentally not in my best state (donât worry, just some changes in life - it will get better eventually) also: happy birthday bee and hannah!
My asks are always open for you to yap with me - ask questions about my fics, crash out about hot korean man or whatever you want hehe
You woke up alone in your bed. You huffed, of course Mingi had been gone. He had brought you to bed after he had made you cum on his fingers and decided to stay until youâd fall asleep by his own will.
There hasnât happened more than this situation on the couch, it was a different type of intimacy of drifting off to sleep while having someone next to you.
But the spot right beside you was empty now.
You got up, driven by your need to have him close, and walked into the hallway. You were attracted to him like a moth was to light, the urge suffocating and silencing every common sense.
âGood morningâ, you greeted him, approaching him as he was sitting down in a chair on the patio.
He glanced up from his phone for a second before staring at the screen again.
This simple action felt like a direct hit to your face, a strange feeling of pain and anxiety bubbling up with no way to stop it. You hated yourself for being so weak, so dependent on him.
âWhy arenât you dressed?â, Mingi asked, âBreakfast is almost dueâ.
His voice was distant, as if he was talking to anyone, not a person he had shared incredibly intimate moments just a few hours ago.
âDid I do something wrong?â, you said with hesitation, âI thought after last night, we-â.
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ, he said, âNothing happened last nightâ.
Your heart and spirits sank at his words, although you couldnât get yourself to think that he would say something like that out of pure evil, it still hurt immensely. Did he feel guilty? Did he really deny something happened because he felt bad for it?
âMingi-â.
âYou should get dressedâ, he said again, trying really hard to not look at the nightgown hugging your form.
You inhaled sharply, nodding. You tried to tell yourself that he was just in denial because this was his coping mechanism - he was afraid his boss would know what happened. It would be reasonable.
After he looked at you last night, with such a twisted devotion and pain in his eyes - you were sure the last few years hadnât been easy for him and maybe gaslighting himself was his way of surviving the trauma.
Maybe you could talk to him in a moment where he was more at ease again, just like you had yesterday. You had to be patient with him - and patience turned out to be your biggest strength in these days, although it was very frustrating.
Because every damn time, youâd reach out to him, he would get more and more distance between you.
When you tried to sit down next to him during breakfast, he stood up immediately, declaring he wasnât hungry when you asked.
When you tried to talk to him, he was always on his phone, typing away or moving away just enough for you to not listen to his phone calls.
He always made sure to look after you though. He was always around you, watching you like youâd flee any second.
You were in the middle of nowhere, looking out of the windows, you could see absolutely nothing except trees and hills. You probably would die of thirst and starvation before even reaching the next slither of civilization, you didnât dare to even try.
But still, when he was in the bathroom, he made you sit in the connecting bedroom with the door locked.
It was his bedroom, the sheets smelled like him even after the short time you had been here.
You wanted to sink into them, to relish in his warm scent, but the muffled sounds coming out of the bathroom made you freeze.
Mingi was saying something you couldnât understand, but the soft groans were unmistakable. Your breath got quicker, thinking about what he could be doing in there. Images flooded your head without you wanting it, lewd scenes which you could probably never let go again.
Probably you should just distract yourself, humming or singing something to silence everything he did in there. But you didnât, instead you walked over to the bathroom door, opening it as slowly and silently as you could. You slipped inside, holding your breath as you saw him and trying not to make a sound.
He was facing the wall, turning his back to you. A hand was braced against the tiles, water pouring over his lowered head.
The sounds definitely came from him, getting louder and more desperate with every passing second as his other hand was jerking himself off with quick pumps.
You noticed his back being littered with scars - some old and only white streaks in various shapes, some of them dark red as if they were newer additions to his collection. There was one round big scar on his left shoulder, the picture of how he could have gained that overlaying the nasty thoughts for a second.
But then he groaned so loudly, it was ripping you back into reality in this very moment, the wet sounds of his movements stuttering. You could see him tremble, body shaking and tensing up as his gasps turned into whispers.
He was swearing under his breath, but you were sure you could hear your name in between broken moans. His head fell back into his neck when he came, hips slightly rocking in sync with his hand to milk himself dry.
This scene was haunting in the most intense way, the heat of it made you clutch your chest as if this could decrease your heart rate again.
âStop fucking staringâ, Mingi groaned.
You jolted, jerking back against the door behind you.
âI wasnât staringâ, you said, of course, your body went even hotter at the lie.
Mingi scoffed, sighing heavily as he leaned forward some more, basically pressing his forehead flat against the surface of the wall in front of him.
âYou know I was raised in a certain.. profession. I know when someone is watching meâ.
There was a second of silence between you.
âDid that profession also taught you to be so distant to me?â, you whispered, âAfter yesterday, I thought-â.
He turned around to you in a quick motion, his face so unusually stern, it was almost scary.
âThere was nothing yesterday!â.
âAnd still, you jerked off and came while moaning my nameâ, you declared, trying to sound as confident as you could muster.
He looked at you and it seemed like something broke inside of him. The fact that he was fully naked in front of you while you had all of your clothes on was driving you insane. There was no way out this time. When you reached for the hem of your dress to pull it over your head, Mingi let out a desperate sound. A little choked growl that got louder when you got rid of your underwear too.
âYou know I canât have you like this- like I really want to. So- let me just pretend that my hand is you. Let me have this, at leastâ, he couldnât pry his gaze off of you, no matter how hard he tried, hands reaching for you in the very moment you started to move towards him.
âYou can have me if you want to. I want itâ.
âI canâtâ, he shook his head, keeping you away at arms length, awkwardly touching your hips with straightened arms.
âHe isnât hereâ, you tried again.
âHe would know eventuallyâ, another shake of his head.
âI donât careâ.
Before you could react, he hauled you towards him and shoved you against the cold tiles. You wanted to shy away as soon as it hit your stomach and tits, but Mingi was quick to press his chest against your back, cornering you against it.
You could feel his heartbeat in your neck, so quick but steady.
âStay quietâ, he cooed, âPlease, let me just- feel you, yeah?â.
His hands came up to your waist, squeezing you harshly as if he had to test if this was real, if you really were under the shower with him. He leaned down, lips grazing your wet shoulder, licking the skin and tasting you. You trembled, wanting to turn around and kiss him, feel him too, do something, but he didnât let you.
âNo no no, please just- stay like this. Donât moveâ.
You could feel his cock twitching against you, coming back to life because of the intense skin to skin contact. He subconsciously grinded his hips against you as he was kissing away the water drops in your neck.
âGod, I wish I could mark you, I- I wish you were mineâ.
His words made you whine, pussy and heart clenching at the same time. You couldnât help but move your ass against him as much as he let you, making him sigh in response.
âHe doesnât have to knowâ, your voice was embarrassingly broken, shuddering with the building anticipation.
âRightâ, Mingi moaned, muffled against your skin, âHe wouldnât know if itâs just the tip, right? The tip is okayâ.
He was clearly too far gone to think straight, drunk on your scent and how the warmth of your body felt against him. But you felt the same way - his broad form towering you made your brain go empty.
Mingi moved, one hand urging you to spread your legs wider so he could guide his already hardened dick to your entrance. The head of it was already stretching you so immensely, you had to gasp, sucking in the air in a sharp inhale and your nails scraping against the surface of the tiles.
âShhhâ, Mingis kiss against your cheek was soothing, âItâs okay, itâs okay. Itâs just the tipâ.
He stayed like this, lips peppering gentle kisses onto your jaw and whispering praises about how well you were taking him.
âCan I go an inch? Just one inch doesnât countâ, he sighed and pressed onward before you could even answer.
The water was flowing down your joined bodies, the steam surrounding you in a dense cloud. You could feel him holding back to push in further, to completely lose himself in this - so you wanted to help him with it, moving backwards.
âOhh, donât do that, we said just the tip, right?â, a growl rumbled in his chest in a futile attempt to keep his cool, âBut- considering it- we can do a bit moreâ.
He didnât stop this time. He slowly pushed in all the way, taking his sweet time to bottom out with a heavy but relieved sigh.
But it was pure torture, he didnât let you move, he wasnât even budging when you tried to rock your hips to get some friction.
âMingi-â, you sobbed, too overwhelmed from the stretch and the lack of stimulation.
âQuietâ, he groaned, âPlease, just- fuckâ.
But you couldnât. How did he expect you to be quiet in a situation like this? He pulled the whole catalogue of sounds out of you without even moving.
Soon, his own frustrated groans mixed with your sobs, echoing through the bathroom. Mingi pressed some more against you, as if he could get in any deeper.
âYou think he would mind- if-â, his cock twitched inside of you relentlessly.
âHe said you should take care of meâ.
Again, Mingi moved you against your will. He pulled out and turned you around, using his strength to hoist you up in his arms. He inserted his cock like this again, slamming in roughly in one go and wrapping both of his arms around you tightly.
He held you like this, shivering despite the hot water still coming down to you, before he leaned you against the wall again.
âTell me to stopâ, he said again, just like he did last night, âBefore we both regret itâ.
But you didnât - you couldnât.
Your arms raised up to cup his face, stroking the wet streaks of hair back. You shook your head, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. His shoulders slumped, touching your forehead with his.
That seemed to seal both of your fates, retracting a bit to slide back in - over and over again until he lost himself in it. He fucked into you with fervor, as if he wanted to carve himself into your walls.
He pushed the air out of your lungs with each harsh thrust, his hands grabbing you for leverage, but still holding himself back to not grip you too tightly.
You on the other hand couldnât care less about marking him, your nails digging into his shoulders and leaving little crescent marks wherever you could reach.
âMingi-â, you sobbed, âFeels so good, I-â.
He hissed from the pain when the water hit the deep red scars you were littering on his skin, that only seemed to fuel his deep desire for you some more. Every scratch of your scrambling hands made him press into you deeper, the more pain he was feeling, the quicker his movements got.
He was literally fucking all of your sorrows out of your mind, every useless thought leaving you in an instant.
He didnât even answer anymore, everything that came out of him were deep guttural grunts and sighs of pleasure. His face was buried into the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling your skin where you wanted him to mark you.
âIâm- oh godâ, you whimpered, letting your head fall back against the tiles from the sheer impact of the endorphins rushing through you, âIâm gonna cumâ.
Mingi growled against you, getting louder as he hoisted you up some more and stepped away from the wall - fucking into you from below by bouncing you on his cock.
It almost hit you like a truck, and despite him not willing to mark you, you bit into his shoulder hard as your orgasm washed over you. You clenched around him, whole body seizing up to the intense feeling of him fucking you through your high.
But almost simultaneously as you came down, finally breathing in a rhythmic pattern again, he pulled out and set you down onto your wobbly feet.
You were confused by what he was doing, watching him pumping his dick a few times until he finished as well.
The image of it was hot tho, Mingi from the shower and with parted lips, staring at you as his cum spilled over his hand and onto the floor.
âWhy-â.
âI canât cum insideâ, he declared, as if this was an easy thing to say, as if he wasnât looking at you with pure want, âHe would knowâ.
You held your breath for a second, feeling how your heart rate immediately spiked again as you shook your head.
âIâm not having sex with himâ, you said.
Mingi huffed, reaching out for the shower handle to turn the water off.
âYou willâ, he whispered, âEventuallyâ.
You wanted to add that Hongjoong wasnât even here in this building with you, who knew when he would arrive. But Mingi was too deep in that state, that it probably wouldnât even matter anyway.
He looked so sad, so - you couldnât even describe it really, but it made you move towards him to wrap your arms around him. And to your surprise, he allowed himself and you to have this embrace, holding you tightly against his warm body.
It was different, you thought.
But you had thought the same the day before. He took care of you, made sure youâd be wrapped into a bathrobe before sitting down on your bed again.
âMingi?â, you wanted to ask him to stay, to not let you alone in the next morning again, but he settled down beside you without needing you to say more.
He just had a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body, you could clearly see how the front of him was scarred as well.
A hand came up, resting it just on top of a big one right below his collarbone.
âWhat happened to you?â, you asked, fingers tracing the uneven skin there.
âYou donât have to knowâ, his hand covered yours, making your movements stop.
Your heart clenched, noticing how he had a similar round scar on his shoulder here, matching the one on the back - had he been shot? Did the bullet fly right through him?
âWhat if I want to? What if I want to know why my friend vanished and reappeared- on his side?â.
Mingi sighed heavily, breaking the eye contact for a moment, as if he couldnât stand looking into your pleading eyes.
He pulled you down to him so you could rest your head on his chest, your joined hands right next to your face.
âYou need to understand that none of this is Hongjoongs faultâ, his broad hand closing around the back of your neck as if he needed to hold onto something, âHe is a victim as wellâ.
It was kinda hard to believe for you that he could be a victim in any situation at all, but you were so relieved he decided to talk to you now, so you remained silent.
âWhen we were younger, Hongjoongs father was the head of their organization. And well- he wasnât a- good personâ, Mingi trembled, âMy parents made some really bad decisions in making deals with him. But they couldnât pay, so-â.
You didnât like the direction where this was going and you badly regretted even asking for an explanation when you now saw him obviously being in pain just by talking about it. But he didnât stop, he just continued and spoke over your reassuring words that he didnât need to go into detail.
âThey had no other choice but to pay with the last valuable thing they had. Me. They gave me to him like I was some kind of paymentâ.
You could hear his voice tear apart, still being so hurt and angry at this.
You knew Mingis parents, knew how they also vanished after he had been gone. The thought of him being sold before they probably started a new life in safety - that was cruel. Just cruel.
âAnd Hongjoong was- he was the only person I had. He didnât want any of this, he didnât even want this- he didnât want to be the leader- he-â.
âMingi-â, you said, âPlease, stopâ.
You turned your hand around, bringing his own to your mouth as the guilt washed over you. You pressed your lips against his skin multiple times.
He looked wrecked, absolutely terrified.
âI wonât ask about it anymoreâ, you said.
âNo- youâre part of this now, you need to know all of itâ, he finally sat up, restless, looking at your laced fingers, âHongjoong helped me- through all of thisâ.
You scooted closer, your other hand wrapping around his arm.
âHe saved my life, and- I think I saved him tooâ.
âYou shouldnât need to save anyoneâ, you whispered, kissing the back of his hand once more.
âWhat if I want to?â, he asked.
You sobbed, the sound of it ripping out of you without your will. Mingi moved to hold you immediately, as if it was a natural respond. Big and strong arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer.
âI want you to have meâ, you said, still thinking about what he said earlier, âAnd I want you to mark me and I want to be yoursâ.
âI knowâ, he mused, finally a smile on his lips again - even though it was a sad one, âI want to be yours tooâ.
âYou areâ, you answered, stroking his back and touching the first scars of affection you had left there.
His body jolted, arching into you with a gasp because of the sensation. His hands gripped you with an urgency, every little movement of either of you was pulling a heavy reaction out of both of you. Like the solely presence of the other one was enough to rile you up.
Haiii girl idk if we can get a part 4 for the foursome but anyway if you ever do it (sah Iâd appreciate it so much itâs incredible) well we could give more importance to y/n, like she's the one getting punished and so the 3 guys take turns on her OR ELSE a sub Lee Know and dom Chan, Han and y/n!
ANYWAY THATâS JUST IN CASE YOU DECIDE TO DO A PT4 and it was incredible you write so well btw
Tbh I was wondering how long it would take for someone to ask for a part 4 hahaha
Thank you! Iâm so glad yall liked it that much.
I understand that reader didnât get that much attention in part 3, for the sake of the plot.. Iâll definitely do a part 4 in the future and I also already have an idea for it. I just wanna explore a lot more different stuff first, so it will take some time.
I hope youâll enjoy the other things Iâll upload as well đ
relationships: Minsung x female!Reader x Bang Chan, heavy on Lee Know x Bang Chan
cws: smut, mxm, slight angst, possessiveness and jealousy, established throuple, threesome, mean dom!Lee Know, sub!Han, sub!Chan, spitting, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex (f!receiving), degradation, orgasm denial, pillow hoodie humping, masturbation, fingering, making out, choking kink, hyung kink, uses of âgood boy/girlâ, âkittenâ, âbabyâ, âbratâ
word count: 6643
summary: Han canât stop thinking about that last encounter with Chan, Lee Know isnât having it and finds a new way of punishing him
a/n: yall wanted part three, youâre getting part three! This is just 100% porn, no regrets. Also, this turned out to be so much longer than I anticipated, but I thought you might enjoy that lol
âYou can be patient, kitten, right?â, Minho drawled, he was slightly leaning forward, one of his hands finding his way in between your spread legs to momentarily soothe the ache.
You nodded hastily, fighting the urge to claw at his wrist to make his hand stay there. A finger plunged into your pussy, making your back arch, to gather your wetness and spread it over your clit.
âWhat a good girlâ, he cooed with a grin, âYou can play with yourself, yeah? Prepare yourself and wait until Iâm done here and Iâll reward youâ.
Minho often had to multitask in this relationship, because Jisung was heavily needy when he was horny and demanded to get every ounce of his boyfriends attention, he wasnât able to be as composed as you were.
âHyung- hyung, pleaseâ, Jisung got up a bit, leaning onto one elbow, other hand swatting at the older manâs stomach to make him look at him again.
âSo brattyâ, Minho clicked his tongue, catching his wrist mid air.
Jisung was splayed out on his back beside you, Minhos cock buried deep inside of him and still, that wasnât enough for him.
âPlease, move- I need moreâ.
Minho sighed and a little whine escaped you when his hand was gone. Your pussy throbbed, walls clenching around nothing as you pouted.
âDonât look at me like that, let me finish this and Iâm all yours, okay?â, his voice was gentle, his actions were not.
Because he let go of Jisungs arm, both hands came up to his thighs to fold him into a mating press, before his hips snapped forward in mean and punishing thrusts.
You knew heâd make his promise come true, the anticipation leading to you indeed touching yourself. Your middle finger dove in between your folds, parting them to use some of your slick as lube. Your clit twitched, and although it didnât even feel comparably good to when your boyfriend was touching you, it was doing enough for the moment.
The sounds spilling out of Jisung were pure filth, sobs and wails just coming up uncontrollably as he threw his head back into the sheets.
It kind of made you jealous, him getting so thoroughly fucked while you had to wait, but Minho was a generous man - at least towards you - you knew he would grant you the same treatment when you asked for it.
âHahh- hyungâ, Jisung choked out, his own cock twitched heavily, âMin- hyung, I canât-â.
Minho laughed, a hoarse and mean chuckle, but his thrusts didnât falter in the slightest.
âYou asked for itâ, he reminded him, hands squeezing the flesh of his thighs, âTake it, thenâ.
âHahhâ, Jisung moaned out, face scrunched up in pleasure, âChannie-hyungâ.
Minho froze in his movements, you did too. Silence hung thick between the three of you in this moment, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the oldest. You held your breath and Jisung seemed to have stopped functioning completely.
âExcuse me?â, Minho asked, voice flat.
He let go of Jisung, pulled out and took a step back. The look on his face was heart wrenching, eyes glassy, their expression mirroring completely and utter disbelief.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â, Jisung got up in an instant, trying to get a hold of his boyfriends hand, but he pulled away - even took a step back, âI didnât mean to- I was so caught up, Iâm sorry!â.
âCare to explain why youâre moaning another manâs name - one of our best friends - when Iâm the one fucking you?â, he snapped.
Their relationship with Chris had mostly been the same after all of you had sex, there was no awkwardness in the way they behaved around each other. But Minho was jealous, this probably was still immensely wounding him, although he had participated in the foursome the last time.
âMinho, I- I canât get the last time with Chan out of my head and I thought about it and it just came out, I didnât mean it like thatâ, Jisung was on the verge of tears, bottom lip already trembling so slightly.
Minho didnât answer, he turned away with a growl, searching for his underwear that had been carelessly discarded to the floor just moments ago to put them back on and walk out the bedroom.
Jisung stared at the doorframe where he had left, sinking down onto the bed again.
âFuckâ, he sighed, hands coming up to claw at his own hair.
âJi, itâs okayâ, you said gently, arm wrapping around his shoulder.
He immediately leaned against you, slumping into your side as he let himself fall.
âI think he understands, itâs just a bit muchâ, your hand rubbed soothing circles on his skin.
Jisung sighed again, heavier this time.
âIâm such an idiotâ, he groaned, âDid you see how he looked at me? He was so hurtâ.
He sat up again, not daring to meet your gaze yet, but you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you.
âIâll talk to himâ, you suggested.
There was a slight grin tugging on the corners of his lips, his hands searched for yours as he melted into your touch.
âI love youâ, he whispered.
âI love you tooâ.
âAnd I love Minhoâ, the grin faded into a pout.
You chuckled.
âI knowâ.
âThank youâ, he said softly.
You kissed him, gently pressing your lips to his and he welcomed it - allowing himself to let go of his sorrows for a second before you stood up and put an oversized shirt on.
You searched for your other boyfriend, who was standing in the kitchen, frantically typing away on his phone.
âMin-â, you approached him, a hand touching his arm, âAre you okay?â.
He just grunted, leaning back against the counter.
âDid he send you to bribe me?â, he muttered, not even looking up from the screen, but a hand coming forward to touch your stomach to remain distance between you.
As if he knew he would give in when you got too close.
âI wanted to talk to you on my ownâ, you said, âItâs okay to be madâ.
âIâm not madâ, he answered.
âUh-huh, sureâ, you nodded, trying to have a look on who he was texting with, âThatâs why youâre not even looking at meâ.
âIâm not mad at youâ, he corrected himself, his hand switching from your stomach to your waist, âAnd Iâm not mad at Jisung either, Iâll just let him suffer for itâ.
You snorted, letting your fingers dance from his arm over his chest.
âHe already is sufferingâ, you said, âHeâs miserable and really sorry about what happenedâ.
âGoodâ, Minho grinned, putting his phone out of his hands, âHeâll soon regret itâ.
âAre you sure youâre not angry?â, you wanted to know.
Minho sighed.
âI was at first, not gonna lie. But I know it was in the heat of the moment. He had told me he still thinks about the night with Chris last week and I wanted to invite him over again soon, after talking with you about itâ.
âOhhh-â, you chuckled, your hands skipping downwards and rubbing over his abs which he flexed immediately under your touch, âDid you like dominating your only hyung?â.
Minho smirked, tilting his head a bit before pulling you towards him. Your chest was flush with his own as he wrapped his arms around you.
âOf course I did. But youâll see me properly dominate him soon enoughâ, he said, the tone of his voice forming goosebumps on your neck, âYou gonna help me break the homewrecker once more, kitten?â.
You shivered from anticipation, gasping quietly when his hand fell down to your ass.
âIâd love toâ, you said, mischievous grin spreading on your lips, âIs that your punishment?â.
âJisung can watch us wreck his beloved hyung as much as he likes, if thatâs what he wantsâ.
Minho leaned in, capturing your lips in a dizzying kiss, sighing deeply into your mouth as soon as you melted into him. His hand on your ass squeezed your flesh there, rubbing your naked skin absentmindedly. The other one found your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss some more, devouring you how he desired.
Until you heard a whine coming from the hallway.
Jisung stood there, hesitating if he should come closer. His head was lowered, shuffling towards you as if he didnât even know if he was allowed to. Just as Minho, only in his underwear, he stepped in barefoot, little tippy tap sounds making him seem even smaller.
âCome hereâ, Minho demanded, letting go of you with one arm to signal him to come closer.
âIâm sorry, Minâ, he whispered with the saddest voice he could muster, but still sighed in relief when the older man let him get into a tight embrace, âPlease donât be madâ.
The three of you were huddled together like this, arms and hands touching each other soothingly.
âIâm not mad, paboâ, he pressed his lips to Jisungs temple, making him jolt a little in response.
âYouâre not?â.
âNo, but you gotta show me that youâre really sorry, yeah?â, Minho said, taking Jisungs jaw into his hand with a good amount of pressure, forcing him to look at him.
âIâll do anything!â, the younger man said immediately, and pulled a very dark smirk out of his boyfriend with it.
âOh, anything, baby? You sure?â.
His voice dropped an octave and it made even yourself fold, although he wasnât even talking to you. You couldnât help but shiver when he obviously noticed and angled his leg to rub his thigh against your core.
Jisung nodded hastily, eyes hazy in an instant.
âOkay then, you can start with giving me a kissâ, he cooed, smirk not faltering when Jisung wanted to lean in, âYou better make it count, though. Gonna be your last kiss of todayâ.
âHuh?â.
Minhos face came closer then, because Jisung seemed to be frozen, their noses touched gently.
âYou think youâre getting away without punishment, baby?â, he chuckled, rubbing his nose up and down his cheek before moving away again, âItâs up to you, no kiss for me? Maybe my kitten will kiss me, thenâ.
He looked at you and you understood your cue to take his face into your hands and pull him towards you to join your lips.
Minho hummed against you happily, chest rumbling as soft growls erupted from him to show you how much he liked this. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you couldnât help but open your mouth and roll your hips against his thigh.
âNo wait!â, Jisung whined, âOf course Iâll kiss youâ.
There was a knock on the door and you grinned against your boyfriends mouth, knowing very well who that could be.
âToo lateâ, Minho separated from you, âWe have a visitorâ.
Jisung looked like he had a vague idea who was on the other side of the door, but he was too stunned to say something. Minho just shrugged, walking past him to go and open up, still wearing nothing but his boxers.
Jisungs eyes switched up from where he left and your face.
âIs that who I think it is?â.
âDonât worry, Sungie, youâll like thisâ, you whispered, hand coming up to his neck, gently stroking him there, âEverything is fine. You trust me, right?â.
He nodded, making you smile. Your relationship with Jisung might not be as intense as it was with Minho, but it was built on trust and love all the same. And you had the feeling he needed the reassurance now, Minho tended to be a bit mean when it came to intimacy, and although you knew Jisung enjoyed that, it could be hard to look through the older manâs facade sometimes.
Minho came back, behind him was Chris, who looked like he wanted to leave again immediately.
âLino texted me, saying this was an emergency, but-â, he saw you standing behind Jisung and stopped talking.
His gaze was intense from the start, roaming over your naked legs and switching to the man next to you, looking equally uneasy as he did.
âIt is an emergencyâ, Minho nodded, âJisung missed you, you know?â.
Chris looked confused, brows furrowed and slightly backing away when Minho walked towards him, a hand reached out to gently grab him by the neck. For a second, his eyes looked at you, a flick of his head telling you to come closer.
âI was fucking Jisung, you know-â, he started, being interrupted by Chrisâ physical jolt and gasp.
âHuh?â.
âOh, come on. No need to be shy now, youâve seen me doing it beforeâ, he chuckled, amused by his hyungs flushing face, âNow- I was fucking him, but instead of my name, he was saying yoursâ.
You felt Jisung flinch beside you and you squeezed his hand lightly before obeying your boyfriend and taking some steps towards him until you stood behind your visitor.
âI-â, Chris was thinking, you could basically hear his brain working, âI promise you, I had nothing to do-â.
He was cut off by Minho grabbing his chin, moving his head to look at him.
Chris was startled and trembling, not out of fear though. He mustâve thought about that night as much as the three of you did.
âOh, I know, Channie-hyungâ, Minho relished in the squirming response of his hyung, âI know you can be a good boyâ.
There was a shift in the mood, Chris sighed deeply and chased the touch. That was the moment, where you moved, wrapping your arms around his body and letting your hands sneak under the hoodie he was wearing.
His muscles flexed when you grazed his abs, one hand reaching up to his chest, the other slowly tracing the waistband of his pants.
âYou want to be my good boy? Or ours, even? Huh?â, Minho growled, face coming closer and Chris gasped.
You opened the belt, letting your hand slip past his underwear. His cock was twitching, half hard but stirring awake because of the heated energy in this moment.
He nodded hastily, bucking his hips into your hand when you wrapped your fingers around his length.
âThis wonât do, hyung. I bet this pretty mouth is good for something - why donât you use it?â.
There was silence, no one said anything until Minho clicked his tongue.
âStop with that, guess he canât be good after allâ, he said to you and teased him in the same breath.
You retracted your hand from his dick, grinning brightly in the process as he choked out a moan immediately.
âSeems like you still donât know how things work here. You do what I say and youâre being rewardedâ, he swiped his thumb over Chrisâ bottom lip, pushing down until he was willing to open his mouth for him, âGot it?â.
God, this was so hot, for you and obviously also for Jisung, who got closer to watch this scene in front of him from a closer distance. He did nothing to hide his erection, so incredibly turned on by this. Minho was mean to him, but he knew he loved him no matter what. Being the submissive part of their relationship meant to have trust, and they both trusted each other above everything. That also led to him being aroused when witnessing him being mean - no matter if it was towards him or others. And you understood, seeing Minho making his hyung fold so effortlessly by just a few words was turning you on so much, you were sure you were dripping already.
Chris moaned around Minhos finger while his tongue was pushed down for a second.
âYeah, I understandâ, he said with a trembling and muffled voice, âI wanna be goodâ.
Minhos face lit up in a second and your hand took its place around his cock again, squeezing him once as a reward.
âSee? It can be easyâ, your boyfriend said, tone lighter, âGonna follow me to the bedroom to find out what Iâll do to you when you continue to be this good?â.
You stroked him, gave him a few shallow pumps to encourage him to follow Minhos orders. Minho pulled his thumb out of Chrisâ mouth, smearing his own saliva around on his lips.
âYeahâ, Chris let his head fall back for a second, eyes closed, âPleaseâ.
âBegging already? Damn, youâre learning fast, huh?â, he grinned darkly.
In a matter of seconds, Minho pulled Chrisâ belt out of the loops to wrap it around his wrists that had uselessly dangled beside his body until now. He whined breathlessly at the loss of your touch though, earning himself a harsh tug forward.
He looked like a beaten puppy and Minho was literally pulling him forward on a makeshift leash into the bedroom.
âJisungâ, he called and his boyfriend stumbled at his side immediately, âHave a seat, youâre only going to watchâ.
âBut please, I want to-!â.
âYou want to behave, right? Sit on the bed and be good, Iâll get to you once weâre done if you succeedâ, Minhos hand was in his hair, gently pushing them out of his face.
Jisungs gaze was pure devotion, big dark eyes looking at him with such an intense need, it almost made you crave and beg Minho to let him participate, but he nodded after a while, kneeling on the bed near the headboard.
Minho guided Chris to sit down on the edge of the mattress.
For a moment, he freed him from his restraints so he could take his hoodie off as he was ordered, wrists being bound together immediately when his torso was bare. The hoodie was discarded on the bed, mindlessly thrown to Jisungs direction.
âGod, when you look up to me like this- makes me want to put you in a collarâ, he laughed, gripping his jaw again, âWould you like that?â.
âI-â, the look on Chrisâ face was worth remembering, his pupils dilated noticeably, âProbably-?â.
Minho leaned down, and although they had an almost non existent height difference, he looked so much taller now. His hand slipped downwards, wrapping around the base of his throat.
âOr- I think my hand makes a much better collar, right?â, he whispered, asserting some pressure to it.
Chrisâ raked his head up immediately, giving him more room to play with him as he liked. Minho pressed forward, forcing him to lean back until his back hit the sheets.
âYesâ, the older man sighed, âYes, it is betterâ.
âOh, so obedientâ, Minho relished in the way he made Chris fall apart so easily, he squirmed underneath him - lips parted and face scrunched up whenever the blood flow was cut off when the grip got tighter.
âKitten, you wanna distract him for a bit?â, he asked you, gaze so dark and intense, your whole body tensed.
Your heart was fluttering, it always was when he used that nickname. But every time he used it in situations like this, when his voice had that certain demanding undertone in it, it got worse.
With shuddered and quick breaths, you stepped forward and allowed Minho to take off your shirt, presenting you to the others in your naked form.
âHave a seat, kitten, go onâ.
When he let go of Chrisâ throat to guide you to straddle Chrisâ stomach, he whined - blood finally able to circulate to his brain freely and this was the first reaction.
âOh, fuck- waitâ, Chris didnât know where to put his hands, his belt reducing his movements so he just pressed them to his chest.
You were wet, incredibly wet, and his whines made you want to make a mess on him. You rocked your hips forward once, your clit rubbing along the ridges of his abs and you felt his whole torso go stiff underneath you.
âHe likes being used, take everything you wantâ, Minho encouraged you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder.
You arched into it, gasping at the sensation of goosebumps forming all over your body. Minho pulled the older manâs pants off in a swift motion, you felt his hard cock slap against your ass.
âSpread your legs some more, hyungâ, he ordered, holding his hand out, âJisung, come here. I need your mouthâ.
The way Jisung jumped when he was called was kind of pathetic, he came forward and knelt in front of his boyfriend so submissively - literally looking at him with heart eyes because he got some kind of attention. He opened his mouth, tongue out and was happily awaiting his fingers shoving past his lips. He whimpered at the intrusion, sucking on them and swirling his tongue around the digits sloppily to wet them properly.
Minho decided to tease him, pushing in some more until he was knuckle deep in, retracting and doing the same over and over again. Jisungs eyes fluttered shut and he moaned and gagged loudly, which made the other three people in the room gasp. Even Minho seemed to enjoy this, his eyes getting soft as he fondly watched his boyfriend taking two of his fingers as if it was his cock.
When he removed his fingers completely, a thick and gooey string of saliva connected them to his used mouth, Jisungs breath was heavy and he honestly looked like he wanted to do that again.
âGood job, babyâ, Minho cooed, âGo back to your seatâ.
Jisung looked like his heart was shattered into pieces, slick lips shoved forward into a pout. But he still knew he wasnât supposed to talk back, so he crawled backwards again to where he was kneeling before.
âYou ever had sex with a man before?â, Minho asked, snapping Chris out of his trance.
He had watched you very attentively, his eyes following your movements as you rode his abs. Your tits bounced with every roll of your hips and you breathlessly grinned at him while looking down and holding eye contact.
âUhm- no, I- well, the last time with you-â.
Minho laughed, it kinda sounded like he choked on his own breath - you could guess he was feeling giddy at the thought.
âI was the first man to suck your dick? You want me to be the first man to fuck you?â, he asked, one hand guiding his leg up so he angled it and prepped one foot on the mattress.
âJesus Christ-â, he threw his head back and no matter for how long he was hesitating, you could feel his cock twitch against you, âI donât knowâ.
âNot certain yet? Thatâs okay, let me give you a tasteâ, Minho answered, pressing his wet fingers to the rim of Chrisâ hole.
âWait-â, he gasped but was too late for it, his complaints all went silent and turned into choked moans when Minho found his prostate.
You leaned down a bit, reaching for his arms to get Chrisâ attention, gently stroking his skin there. His eyes snapped open as he gasped, they didnât leave you for a second.
Minho waited, he was gracious enough to let him adjust to the strange sensation. Chrisâ chest was heaving and sinking down heavily, every muscle of his body flexing.
âCan I- fuck, hahhh- feels soâ, he whined, arms and hands fighting against the restraints.
âWhat is it? What do you want?â, you asked, stopping your movements for a second.
âCan I touch you? Please, I really want toâ, he muttered, pupils blown as he reached out, fingers daring to slip in underneath you where your core met his stomach.
It made you smile even wider, your pussy was already clenching at the thought of it, at him being so down for you.
âOf course, Channie. You had been so goodâ, you got up on your knees, letting one of his bound hands slide in between your legs to feel you.
âOh- fuck, youâre so wetâ, he choked out a moan, fingers stroking your dripping folds.
âMy kitten is always so generous, right?â, Minho sighed with a dreamy voice, pressing his fingers in some more, stroking the prostate and making Chrisâ eyes roll back in the process, âYou should thank her for itâ.
Your boyfriend behind you leaned in, his lips mouthing the crook of your neck. You twisted your body, one hand sneaking around to find the back of his head.
You loved the attention, both men showering you with affection - it made your stomach twist in the most delicious way possible.
âThank youâ, Chris groaned, legs trembling heavily when Minho decided he could start moving his fingers some more, âFeels- so goodâ.
âI know, I knowâ, Minho smiled against your skin, twisting his hand to retract his fingers and push them back in quickly.
Chrisâ moans were so sinful, switching in between high pitched whimpers and guttural groans - it made Jisung come apart, even though he wasnât even participating.
That poor thing was almost drooling at the sight in front of him, needy hands grabbing Chrisâ hoodie so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He hadnât been touching himself yet, but that only seemed to make it worse. You could see how painfully hard he was, shifting in his kneeling position because the bulge was so uncomfortable.
Still, he was being ignored, your focus shifting again when Chris let two fingers nudge against your entrance.
Your head fell back on Minhos shoulder when he pushed inside slowly, the sudden intrusion feeling so good, you felt kind of dizzy. You moaned with a shaky breath, the lightheaded feeling made you grin in pleasure.
âGood job, Channie-hyung. I could get used to you being aroundâ, your boyfriend laughed teasingly, increasing the pace in which he was finger fucking the older man.
Chris was thrashing underneath you, not being able to concentrate on what he was doing to you, his own thrusts being so messy because Minhos were too intense. So you decided to take it in your own hands, bracing yourself on his chest to bounce on his fingers. Slow at first, but with more intent the longer it was going.
It seemed to get to him quickly, as if your warm pulsating walls around his long fingers were sending shivers right down to his cock.
âYou feel- Hahh, fuck, Minho- pleaseâ, his words were nonsense, moaning out yours and your boyfriends names until they blended together.
âIâm sorry kitten, but Iâm afraid we have to take a break, he cums too soon otherwise. I wanna play with him a little longerâ, Minho muttered, pulling his fingers out to make Chris whine.
âFeels so nice, thoughâ, you pouted, slamming down once and gyrating your hips against Chrisâ palm.
âI bet it does, kittenâ, Minho replied, kissing your shoulder once more, âBut I have a nice reward for you when you do as I sayâ.
Although the knot in your stomach was about to burst any moment, you still followed his order and removed yourself, upcoming anticipation making your ears tingle - you knew Minhos reward would make up for it. Your heart was pounding heavily and you already felt exhausted, this situation really was something else.
But he let you sit down behind Chris, prepping him up with his back against your naked chest as Minho took off his own last piece of clothing.
âAfter I prepared you so nicely, think you can handle some more?â, he asked his hyung.
Chris gasped, he was so breathless, he needed some time to answer. You felt him shivering against you.
âI want to touch youâ, he said quietly.
âOhh- you want to prepare me as well? What a good boy you are, Channieâ, Minhos voice was taunting but gentle.
Chrisâ reaction to the slight degradation, to him getting so belittled although he was the eldest of the group was so obvious. His neglected and leaking cock twitched and he took a deep and long breath to try and hold onto his composure. You chuckled, one hand coming up to his hair, fingers softly pulling on the strands while the other rested on his chest.
He reached out to wrap a hand around Minhos dick, giving him hesitating strokes.
âYou can go a bit fasterâ, he guided the older manâs hand, âLike thatâ.
To see Minho letting himself go always was so nice to watch. He arched his back a little, head falling back and lips parting slightly to gasp loud enough for you to hear.
Chris got bold with it, hand twisting around his length, and alternating between ghosting touches and squeezing grips. It indeed pulled a growl out of Minho, whose eyes never left the two of you for too long.
Minho soon enough was rocking his hips back and forth, fucking Chrisâ hand leisurely.
âNot bad for your first hand job, Channie-hyungâ, he praised him, angling his body so both their cocks touched, âYou may touch yourself tooâ.
You wish you would be pleasured in any way as well as you watched, but it would be probably enough to get you off either way. Chrisâ fingers wrapped around both their cocks with the same hand, jerking them off simultaneously like this.
Minho was gone, eyes locked with the older man as he growled so deeply, it echoed off the walls of the bedroom.
They both moaned, Chris began to tremble again.
âI need to fuck youâ, Minho growled and grabbed his thighs to pull him to the edge of the mattress, âYouâre a good boy and let me do it, right?â.
âYeahâ, Chris was nodding hastily, âPleaseâ.
Minho wasted no time to line himself up with Chrisâ hole, head pressing in with an unmatched urgency. You knew he had been easing Chris into all of this, since it was his first time with a man, but his patience was slowly running out.
âAh- oh, fuck- waitâ, Chrisâ back arched and he was already moving to push him away weakly, but your hands were relentless, pulling him back against your body.
âLook at me, Channieâ.
He did, pupils dilated, but so glassy and far gone.
âBreathe with me, yeah?â, you whispered, âYouâre doing so goodâ.
Minho waited for him to relax under your touch while you caressed his cheek. It took him a minute, and he soon found pleasure in the way Minho moved further, pushing in steadily, but slowly.
âHow does it feel?â, you asked with a grin when his eyes dared to roll back.
âGoodâ, his voice was nothing more than a moan.
âJust good?â, Minho laughed hoarsely, âI can do better than thatâ.
He urged you to come closer with a flick of his head before he moved Chrisâ legs to wrap around his hips and slightly leaned forward. The different angle allowed him to brush Chrisâ prostate once more when he bottomed out.
âFuck, Oh god-â, Chrisâ hand shot forward to grab your arm, to have something to hold onto as he wildly trembled in the sheets.
âUh-huh, thatâs more like itâ, Minhos cocky smile was making you throb, you couldnât help it, âLet go of her, behaveâ.
Chris was hesitating, too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of Minhos cock driving him into a completely new sensation with his shallow thrusts. As if he couldnât hear him, as if his brain was shutting off completely, his grip was unrelenting. But he finally let go, when Minho pulled on the makeshift leash, hips snapping against his ass harder as a punishment.
Chrisâ back arched again, the air punched out of his lungs in the most devious way possible as tears welled in his eyes, the sheer pleasure overwhelming him.
âBeing the strong big leader, yet youâre so dumb on my cockâ, Minhos humiliating words made him moan mindlessly, confirming what he said, âYou crying? Does it feel that good, huh?â.
You got to his side and Minhos eyes grew soft at your sight.
âGimme a second, kitten, youâre gonna get your rewardâ.
He leaned forward some more, stopping his movements to grab the older manâs jaw. His tongue darted out to lick off Chrisâ hot tears with a low groan.
âOpen up for me, tongue outâ, he ordered, voice so sharp that you had to press your thighs together.
As if he was as well trained as Jisung was, he opened up his mouth immediately. Minho grinned before he gathered some saliva in his mouth, spitting it right onto Chrisâ tongue.
âHold it there, donât swallowâ, he let go of Chris to look at you, âHave a seat, kittenâ.
Chris gasped, eyes flickering over to you as you moved over to him again.
âYou gonna let me sit on your face, Channie?â, you cooed, chuckling when he nodded again.
You positioned yourself on top of him quickly, glad you would finally get the attention you craved so much. This wasnât about you, but still, you needed the release badly.
Sinking down on his tongue, you immediately had to moan out as he used the spit waiting on his tongue to swipe over your clit. Your hand got tangled in his hair and the sheets beside his head, holding onto dear life as he licked off your arousal.
Your eyes squeezed shut, he really seemed to enjoy this. Slurping on your juices, groaning out loud whenever you would let a little gasp escape.
Opening your eyes again, you could look straight at Jisung who looked like he was breaking apart. His eyes were so far gone, you werenât sure what exactly he was staring at to be honest. But he had Chrisâ hoodie bunched up underneath him, rocking his hips against it so it would give him some sort of friction against his clothed cock.
âBaby, youâre calling this behaving?â, Minho clicked his tongue with annoyance, âMaking a mess on Channie-hyungs hoodie?â.
âSorry- âm so sorry, but-â, Jisung moaned with a broken voice, letting his torso sink down some more by prepping himself up on his elbows instead of his hands, âFeels good, I need it- donât be mad, Min, pleaseâ.
âInsatiable little bratâ, he huffed in a response, âHumping your hyungs clothes?â.
Minhos thrusts grew quicker with the irritation in his voice, but he decided to not give him any more attention than that. You on the other hand couldnât pry your eyes off that scene, Jisungs fucked out eyes, his parted lips.
That, combined with Chrisâ tongue and mouth and his constant groaning into your pussy just drove you closer to the edge.
âCan you cum like this, Ji?â, you asked, voice broken, âFor me?â.
You were sweating, trembling above Chris as he used his tongue to nudge against your entrance. Your grip on his hair grew tighter, using it as leverage to roll your hips forward, his nose grinding against your clit - sparks waving through your nervous system.
âYes, baby- yes, I canâ, Jisung choked out, groaning and letting his head fall forwards, âYou want me to cum? Am I allowed to-?â.
He was so far gone in his subspace, mind equally empty as yours, although he wasnât even being touched.
Minho grunted behind you as he squeezed Chrisâ waist with both hands, holding on to him to go even harder, faster.
Everyoneâs sounds mixed together into a filthy harmony, this did nothing to get over the moments you have with Chris, not with his muffled and hoarse cries right between your legs.
âMin-â, you gasped, not being able to finish your sentence for a second when Chris began to suck on your clit.
You were gushing onto his face, but you didnât care.
âWhat do you need, kitten? Tell me-â, Minho sounded like he was on edge, like he really needed to hold himself back to keep his composure.
âFuck him harderâ, you begged, âNeed his soundsâ.
You stared Jisung down and he crumbled. He was drooling, a string of spit leaving his parted lips, but he didnât even seem to notice.
âAs you wish, kittenâ.
Minhos left hand locked in place at Chrisâ waist, the other grabbed his bound wrists to tug on them for leverage while his pace got quicker - wet slapping sounds filling your ears.
âAre you close, hyung? You gonna let me fill you up, yeah?â, his voice was choked out, but it was so full of want and desire.
Chris didnât answer, he couldnât. His tongue was pushed back and forth on your clit, his whole body rocking with force. Groans and whimpers left his mouth, the vibrations letting you see stars as you came hard.
Your whole body seized as you still moved your hips to ride out your orgasm and as badly as you wanted to close your eyes to enjoy it to the fullest - Jisung came with your name on his tongue, as if he was calling out for you, then for Minho. It sounded and looked so sensual, he arched his back, rolling his hips against the fabric relentlessly.
âGod, I love when the two of you cum like this- looks so pretty, fuck-â, Minho sounded broken, his stoic demeanor slightly fading.
You waited until your legs stopped trembling this much, that was when you got up and let Chris finally properly breathe. You crawled over to Jisung, couldnât bear to ignore him any further, pulling him into your arms to lay beside you on the bed. His boxer briefs were wet and sticky, yet your legs tangled together, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.
Minho groaned, making both of you look at him.
âGonna ruin him for everyone elseâ, he muttered, âMaking you mineâ.
âYes-â, Chrisâ face was glistening in your arousal, he even dared to lick his lips and his eyes rolled back into his skull, âYes, Iâm yoursâ.
Minhos hand left the belt and he wrapped it around the base of Chrisâ cock instead, jerking him off with quick strokes.
Chris came over Minhos hand, covering his sweaty stomach with hot spurts of cum.
âYes, you fucking areâ, Minho accentuated every word with a particular harsh thrust, finally finishing as well and spilling as deep inside as possible, grinding against him.
His thrusts were coming to halt when Chrisâ body slumped, he moved to free his poor wrists out of the leather.
âYou good?â, he asked the older man, getting a shallow nod as a response.
He let Chris lay there, absolutely spent and coming down from what probably was the wildest experience he ever had.
âTaking me so well, I didnât think you would handle it like thatâ, he added teasingly, patting Chrisâ right thigh, âMy good boyâ.
Minho approached the two of you slowly, groaning as he saw the domesticity of the picture in front of him, exhausted facial expression fading when he looked at you in awe.
âYou were doing so good, babyâ, he praised Jisung, âIâm proud of you, both of youâ.
He kissed Jisungs shoulder when he flopped down behind him, leaning over him to press his lips to yours.
âKiss-â, Jisung demanded, turning his head so he could reach his boyfriend better.
Minho hummed, a hand covering yours as he joined their lips in a deep kiss. Jisung sighed heavily, enjoying the attention, shivering when the older man gently nipped at his bottom lip before ending the kiss and laying down comfortably.
There was comfortable silence, three heartbeats getting in sync from being so full, so close and so loved by each other.
Chris moved, unsure of what to do now.
âCome here and fucking cuddleâ, Minho groaned, seeing his hesitating but needy facial expression.
A silly little smile was spreading on Chrisâ lips, dimples showing off. He settled behind you, chest touching your bare back and you couldnât help but relish in the warmth radiating from him.
Eventually, his heart rate would drop while he relaxed and without you really noticing - it was getting in sync too.
