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INFERNO | Chapter 2

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Day 1: Respect

Knock, knock, knock.

“Yes?”

You thought it was the head housekeeper checking to see if you needed anything, or maybe Bora delivering some news, or even the lead singer of the tavern downtown asking your hand in marriage, but you most certainly did not expect to see Hyunjin.

“Mother says I am to spend time with you this evening,” he uttered with that blizzard voice of his.

“Please sit, my lord.”

Hyunjin was dying the slowest death by mortification and found this whole thing outrageous as hell, but there was nothing he could do about it. He made his way to the sofa diagonal to you and sat down.

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” he curtly replied without looking at you.

Upon his response, you didn’t speak for some time. The tension in the room became so palpable that Hyunjin instinctively jumped to his feet and started pacing in the room like a caged animal.

“Why are you even doing this?” he raised his voice, “Don’t you have any self-respect?”

“What part of what I do is indicative of a lack of self-respect? I’m here to teach you about marital practices for your approaching union, my lord,” you responded calmly but your voice morphed into something dangerous in the second part of your answer, “And don’t you dare insult what I do.”

Not being used to a woman talking to him with that kind of firm voice, Hyunjin decided to take a step back and sit back down.

“What are we supposed to do here then?”

“We are supposed to converse,” you smiled at him, “Could you put that needle on this tray please?”

Hyunjin did as you said, and you reached for the tray to pick up the needle. The two-step action did not make any sense to him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to hand it to you?”

“It’s an old superstition. Rumor has it people exchanging sharp objects with each other have terrible fights,” you tied the floss to the needle, “What do you think respect is, my lord?”

No one had ever asked Hyunjin such an abstract question before. He took a couple of moments to carefully think about it.

“Honor. And care. For people or things you consider important,” he answered seriously, “If you respect something, you should not attempt to change it, nor should you harm it.”

“Very true. A lady is to respect her man beyond all else. In return, a man is never to deny his lady’s worth. You should always appreciate and put each other first,” then you looked up to establish eye contact with him with double the emphasis on your words, “Should you fail, she will find a man who knows her true worth.”

“Says who?”

“Says your ancestors. It’s cumulative knowledge distilled from many many experiences.”

“I thought my ancestors said men were superior to women.”

“With all due respect, I refuse to believe your ancestors were of Barbarian descent.”

Hyunjin didn’t know what to expect from you, but he knew what not to expect. This. A clear display of wit and intelligence, refusing to retreat to your corner even when you were talking to someone of higher class.

And he found that… oddly charming about you.

“I’m afraid I don’t believe in things I don’t have clear references of.”

“Yet you’re a man of God, aren’t you, my lord?”

He felt like he was shocked from head to toe upon hearing those words. Hearsay was something, faith was something else entirely.

“That’s not up for discussion,” his voice was clearly symptomatic of acute irritation.

“I’m not discussing it. I’m merely stating a fact,” you spoke, annoyingly serene, “You do believe in God, don’t you?”

He jumped to his feet again, afraid he would do or say something he was going to regret if he spent any more time in this room.

“I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out!”

He harshly closed the door behind him and threw himself into the garden to calm down next to the fountain. As he was trying to appease the burst of emotions that came from nowhere, a figure approached closer.

“Hello, Hyunjin,” Yeji sat down next to him.

Hyunjin cursed a mouthful at the circumstances he was under. If only they were different… He wasn’t even able to talk to the one person he wanted to talk to the most.

“I assume you heard the news?”

“Yes,” he responded in resignation, “They even announced it.”

They sat there quietly for some time as neither of them knew what to say. Their whole lives were supposed to drastically change in less time than a human being was allowed to be born.

“You look sullen,” Yeji finally broke the silence, “Why?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you upset that we’re going to get married?”

“Aren’t you?” Hyunjin finally turned to her, “For crying out loud, Yeji, we’ve been friends forever.”

“Isn’t it better than marrying a complete stranger?”

Maybe. It could be. If getting married was on anybody’s radar in the first place. While the premise of wedding someone you knew seemed logical, the fact that it had to be a person you were this close to… That you were fond of in the most innocent sense of the word… That you were forced to see in another light that was impossible for you to see… Hyunjin was sure he was going to go insane within the month over how much he was thinking about these things.

“Who’s that woman at your house?”

“Mother took in a maid,” Hyunjin looked into the distance as he answered, “She’s not of good health lately.”

“She doesn’t seem like a maid to me, Hyunjin.”

“What else would she be?”

Yeji was pretty restless, but she just didn’t know how to word her concerns properly in a way that wouldn’t come across as offensive. One month prior to their scheduled wedding, and all of a sudden Gyeonggi Hwangs took in another maid? That alluring for that matter?

“I–I don’t know,” she shrugged, “You already have a maid, and uh– She seems older than you.”

“She is.”

“And she’s beautiful.”

“What’s your point, Yeji?”

Hyunjin was clearly getting more annoyed with this interrogation that didn’t seem to incorporate any questions. Yeji opted for keeping her silence in order not to irritate her friend-turned-fiancé any more.

“N-nothing,” she stood up and gently squeezed Hyunjin’s shoulder, “I hope to see you around.”

As Yeji disappeared into the distance, Hyunjin got lost in his thoughts once again. A woman older than him, but by what? She only must have been in her late twenties or something. She was indeed beautiful. Calm. Composed. Seemed to be skilled in holding a conversation. You were going to be living under this roof for the following month, yet Hyunjin couldn’t even be bothered to learn your name when none of this was your fault.

Who were you really?

Day 3: Respect

When Hyunjin arrived at your room that evening, you welcomed him with a little soju table you prepared in the corner, which also harbored some meat dishes you personally grilled as well as some fruits for dessert.

“Would you like one, my lord?” you asked him as you reached for the bottle.

“No, thank you.”

Upon his direct refusal, you dodged his glass and proceeded to pour some for yourself. You both ate in silence for some time and at long last, you reached for the shamisen that was laying right beside you.

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin asked as if you were doing something completely heinous.

“Entertaining you?” you put the instrument back down since he looked like he was getting upset over it for no reason, “I thought you would like it.”

“Why would you assume such a thing?”

“I heard that you enjoy listening to shamisen pieces, my lord.”

The only person who knew Hyunjin’s fondness for shamisen besides his parents was Jaehyun. So you were asking about him, huh? Why? Why was it so important for you to entertain him? Didn’t you have anything better to do?

“Your lady has it tough,” you smiled at him warmly, “I hope you won’t be sulking this much when you’re with her.”

“I doubt they will be locking us in a room like this.”

“I doubt there will be any need to do such a thing where there is love.”

“Love?” Hyunjin scoffed, incredulous, “You think I’m getting married because of love?”

“Of course,” you shrugged, not even following why he was speaking with that sarcastic tone, “How do you hope to start a family without love?”

As you refreshed your glass, Hyunjin slithered his own glass towards you, silently asking you to pour some for him, as well. You obliged. As you took a big sip from the bitter liquid, you were hit with an unexpected question.

“Have you ever fallen in love?”

You momentarily froze. Why this all of a sudden? It was irrelevant to quite literally everything. What was he going to do with that answer anyway? Why would he st—?

“A woman who is not in love would not make a good wife. It’s the man’s duty to provide this to her.”

“So I should force her to fall in love with me?”

“A woman is ready to fall in love. You just need to—”

“I didn’t ask that,” Hyunjin interrupted, “Have you ever fallen in love?”

You reflected his usual irritated gaze back to him several times more intensely and basically spat your answer.

“Yes, I have,” you heaved a sigh, trying really hard to bite your tongue and change the subject, “A true man should be able to recognize the true beauty in his woman. Looks are ephemeral but the soul is permanent.”

“You deliver a lot of sermons for a prostitute, you know?”

SMACK!

You slapped Hyunjin on the face so hard that you could see the exact shape of your palm blaring bright red on his skin.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK I AM?!”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him on the bed you were supposed to share all along, straddling him over his slacks immediately after. You ripped off the first three buttons of your blue dress to put your breasts on display and started dry-humping him out of pure rage.

“Look at a prostitute’s tits then. LOOK AT IT!” you grabbed his hands and pressed them on your hips, “It’s just a pound of flesh, isn’t it? There is NOTHING you can learn from a woman. They are only CUMDUMPS for you!”

As Hyunjin instinctively sank his fingertips over your clothed but still very much supple skin, a violent tremor spread throughout his body as well as excessive wetness between his legs accompanying a loud groan that ripped from his throat. It was quite different than what he had experienced in his demon dreams. This felt like a sneeze, only a million times better. Then he felt his brain reset for some reason.

“Do not ever insult me like that again,” you hissed once you were convinced he came to his senses, “Now go wash yourself. You’re gonna have to learn how to control your seed on your wedding night, brat.”

SMACK!

Hyunjin had absolutely no idea where that came from. He was so shocked at himself that it was as if he got out of his own body and just watched himself do it with no control over his willpower whatsoever. He had never been a violent person but… But…

“Good. You’re finally learning to become a man,” you pressed your cold hand on your cheek to soothe the burn his fingers left on your skin, a crooked smile refusing to leave your lips, “Thank you, my lord.”

You were about to leave the room to head towards the garden when you noticed Byeol right by the door, listening to the entire thing go down.

“What in the world is happening here?!”

“I’m teaching your self-righteous son how to ride a goddamn horse,” you gritted your teeth, “He has to fall down a couple of times to learn it properly.”

“What kind of horrendous language is this?!”

“Oh, was that too peasant-like for you, my lady?” you scoffed, “I’m trying to make a man out of a boy here. You either let me do my job, or we go our separate ways by the morning. I don’t give two shits about the aftermath.”

“Let’s… Let’s just all calm down,” Byeol tried to assuage the intense tension while Hyunjin just left the premises ragecrying. On top of everything you had just said, he absolutely despised himself for what he did to you. He walked and walked in the empty streets, drowning in his thoughts for god knows how long. Questioning, cursing, begging, praying…

A little past midnight, when you heard some footsteps in the marble hallway, you walked out of your room in your nightgown. In that dark corridor only illuminated by candles, you saw Hyunjin’s beautiful features stained with several liters of tears and it broke your heart into a million pieces. As he stayed put in his place, looking at you as if he was paralyzed, you slowly approached him and put your hand on his cheek.

“Don’t sulk. Don’t resent me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” you wiped away his tears with your thumbs, “Let’s forget about this and start over, shall we?”

You placed a chaste kiss in the exact spot you hurt him several hours ago as though you were trying to clean a wound.

“Good night, Hyunjin.”

You retreated back to your room, but Hyunjin stayed in that hallway for a little while longer, touching the brand-new new page your lips just turned on his skin.

Day 8: Sharing

As the hour was nearing closer to dusk, you and Hyunjin were in the garden accompanied by some cricket song and the scent of summer in the air enveloping you. You were sitting in silence, but not an awkward one this time—you were cross-stitching while Hyujin was scribbling some things in that little notebook of his right next to you on that bench. When you looked up, you noticed his brows were creased as if he was having a staring contest with the page in front of him.

“What is it that you’re thinking about so deeply, my lord?”

“I can’t find a word that rhymes with orange,” he kept tapping his fountain pen on his notebook, “Maybe there isn’t any.”

You scanned your memory to aid him in his quest and blurted out without thinking.

“Porridge, storage, courage, hemorrhage…”

Hyunjin looked at you all dumbfounded as he was racking his brain out for the past ten minutes just to produce absolutely nothing.

“Just how can you come up with rhymes this quickly?!”

“I was told you’re very fond of the art of poetry, so I’ve been studying a dictionary.”

For the first time ever since you met him, you noticed some softness in Hyunjin’s eyes. His usually sharp features were all relaxed while looking at you.

“For– For me?”

“Why, yes. We ought to take an interest in what makes the other happy.”

He jotted down the words you just uttered, and asked somewhat apprehensively.

“Do you have something like that?”

“Like what, my lord?”

“A craft. Or something you’re… fond of.”

“I’m very fond of cross-stitching,” you showed him the hoop in your hand, “In case it wasn’t obvious.”

“Ah, of course,” he chuckled sheepishly while scratching his nape, and attempted to change the subject, “Are you not going to give me the advice of the day?”

“Did you mean sermon by any chance?”

His expression suddenly fell. You didn’t mean to aggrieve him; you genuinely wanted to poke fun at the incident to convey that it was now a laughing matter for you. That all was forgiven. Hyunjin managed to surprise you once again, yet quite pleasantly this time around.

“I wholeheartedly apologize for my behavior back then. That was…” he was clearly struggling to find the words, “That didn’t suit me at all.”

“It’s fine,” you squeezed his hand over the table, “I mean it. Water under the bridge.”

He smiled in relief. If smiling suited one person in the entire world, that would be Hyunjin. Even when it was dark, he somehow managed to brighten up the whole entire place with those dimples of his, which were only visible when he smiled from the heart.

“So?” he looked at you with big eyes, “What does a true man do for his lady?”

You inadvertently chortled at the way he was looking at you so innocently as if he was a puppy asking for forgiveness for the mess it caused.

“A true man isn’t afraid to please his lady. In every way he can,” you told him while busying yourself with your embroidery, “You should regale her. Humor her. Make her smile. Laugh even. Using terms of endearment for her would be the first step.”

A shadow passed through Hyunjin’s face all of a sudden. He scooted closer to you, and to your complete astonishment, held your hands in his.

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

You didn’t understand where that was coming from as you had just reassured him everything was fine between you.

“I told you, it’s water under th—”

“Not… not for that,” he shook his head, “I never asked you your name.”

His eyes… You had never seen his beautiful doe eyes this remorseful. Your heart sizzled in your chest and it hurt so much that it would have been preferable if someone poured boiling hot oil over it.

“It’s Y/N, my lord.”

He mouthed your name and smiled to himself contently. Then he momentarily checked his watch and immediately panicked, jumping to his feet.

“Going out again?”

“It’s– It’s not… It’s not that I want to go. I just… I have prearranged plans. I’m supposed to meet my friends today. We had promised that—”

“It’s okay, my lord,” you reassured him, “I hope you have a pleasant evening.”

While he was making his way inside, Hyunjin turned around at the last second.

“Thank you, darling.”

To say that you were electrocuted would be a massive understatement. Not only was it completely startling, but at the same time… You felt something in your heart that was desperately trying to fly. You didn’t know for how long you stayed on that bench after your makeshift husband left.

On his way to meet his friends, Hyunjin caught a glimpse of something colorful at some haberdasher. Without giving it much thought, he made his way in and bought a bunch of floss in different colors. Teals, baby pinks, pastel blues… Quite happy with his purchase, he made his way towards the downtown tavern while whistling along the way.

Man did he get drunk that night. Rather than trying to drink his troubles away, Hyunjin got the pleasant kind of intoxicated for once. Laughter, friendly banter, an overall good time that catalyzed his cheery haze.

He was pretty much aware of how drunk he was when he returned home, but he still wanted to give you the floss before collapsing on his bed. Although it was pretty late, on his way inside he noticed the dim lights coming from the bathhouse. It was a pretty peculiar incident as no one in this house bathed at this hour. Succumbing to his curiosity, his feet dragged him towards the window adorned with the brightest candle lights.

And when he peeked inside…

The bathhouse was basically a heated indoor pool. There was a lot of vapor inside fogging the scene, but Hyunjin was still able to discern that it was you. Completely naked and submerged under the warm water.

The only naked body he had seen until that day was his own. Now that he was in the presence of yours…

It was simply… beautiful.

Your head was resting against the edge of the bath and your eyes were closed. You seemed to be breathing heavily for some reason. Were you in distress? Did you need some help by any chance?

“Hyunjin…”

Did he hear that correctly? That couldn’t possibly be right. He must have been so drunk that he was hearing things, right?

Right?!!

“Hyunjin, please…”

No, it wasn’t a coincidence. You had said it again. All of a sudden, he felt himself get uncomfortably hard under his slacks. He unfortunately knew how good it was going to feel if he touched himself, but he couldn’t abuse his body. He wasn’t supposed to. It was a sin. It was the impure thoughts in his head and the lust in his heart that was the sin.

“Touch me, Hyunjin,” your voice reverberated through the hall, “Call me darling again.”

Touching you. Like he did that day. Would that cause the same tremors in you as he felt under you? If he touched you, would you feel like you were dying, too? Would you… Would you be willing to commit unspeakable sins with him because he was more than willing to knock on hell’s door with you.

But…

You were his wife for an entire month, weren’t you? Which meant… which meant if he acted on lust, it wasn’t going to be—

“Oh, god, Hyunjin!!!”

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help his body folding in half when you moaned his name like that. Untouched. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat, either, which instantaneously alerted you.

“Hello?”

Hyunjin ducked under the window and bolted towards his room, trying to camouflage himself between the trees and bushes. His heart was about to burst through his ribcage when he finally threw himself into the safety of his room.

When you looked towards the window, on the other hand, there was no one, but that sound that caressed your eardrums just now was eerily reminiscent of Hyunjin’s voice.

Hyunjin never knew it was possible to see a demon dream while wide awake, but from that moment on, he was painfully aware of how much trouble he was in. It was going to be simply impossible not to have a violent visceral reaction just to hearing your beautiful voice uttering his name.

Day 12: Communication

Call me darling again.

Hyunjin was convinced he was going insane.

Ever since he caught a glimpse of you under that bathhouse fog, his mind was infested with the thoughts of you. He was seeing you in his dreams every day and he hated himself for it because they were those demon dreams again. He was doing unspeakable things to you in his subconscious every night, but…

Call me darling again.

You seemed to like it when he touched you. You made delectable sounds of pleasure and pulled him close and kept saying ‘More’. You clearly couldn’t get enough of him as much as he was unable to get enough of you. He wanted that feeling to last forever. Wet. Hot. As irresistible as it could be. The most beautiful temptation.

Call me darling again.

‘Almost there,’ you were saying. ‘Almost there. I love you, my treasure. I want you. Call me darling again. Consume me. Eat me alive. Almost… there!!!’

But every single time, Hyunjin woke up right before he was able to fully satisfy you. It was messing with his head big time because he was convinced the reality of the marital bed would be exactly like that. He was feeling too self-conscious about it, maybe irrationally so, but still…

Call me darling again.

He didn’t even know how he got there. He only became aware that he was at your door when he noticed his hand was rolled into a fist to knock on it.

“Yes?”

When Hyunjin peeked inside, he saw you by the little corner of your room again, seemingly waiting for him with a bottle of cognac this time.

“Can I come in?”

“Please, my lord. It’s an honor,” you stood up as he walked towards you, “I think I already know the answer, but still, would you like a drink?”

“Actually, yes. Thank you.”

Surprises. Little ones. Hyunjin seemed to have a lot of those lately. Contrary to his usual aloofness, he seemed almost… nervous that night.

“I recommend a piece of chocolate with this,” you pushed a saucer-like small plate in front of him, “It really elevates the t—”

“I saw you.”

You looked at him slightly confused when he interjected out of nowhere.

“Where, my lord?”

“At the bathhouse,” he spoke examining the patterns on the table cloth. Looking you in the eye was simply going to cause him to combust, “Doing things… to yourself.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t even know what came over you that night. When he said darling right before he left the house, the tone of his voice, the smile he flashed for you then, the faint glimmer of mischief in his eyes… Something had shifted in you. You couldn’t stop thinking about what other beautiful expressions he was hiding from you the entire day. And when you finally surrendered to a blanket of warm water relaxing you to that extent, Hyunjin’s imagery insisted on clinging to your eyelids and refused to leave.

So you weren’t imagining things when you thought you heard Hyunjin’s voice in the vicinity that night. You wondered how long he was standing there and what exactly he saw.

“Did it… displease you?”

“No.”

“Then why the shadow on your beautiful face, my lord?” you gently touched his cheek, “Why are you frowning?”

He wasn’t frowning per se; this is just how his face manifested the sentiment of burning alive. Even the cold showers he frequently took didn’t seem to put it out. Even the cool evening breezes that brushed his hair were to no avail. He didn’t even know why he brought it up. It wasn’t like he was expecting anything. In a momentary lapse of sanity, he just blurted out the only thought that occupied his mind as of late.

“Being husband and wife does not automatically grant one the power of reading their spouse’s mind, my lord,” you held his hand over the table, “You shouldn’t assume things. You need to talk to each other, even talk each other through things sometimes, and explore together. Marriage is a neverending journey of learning,”

He finally made eye contact with you, but the meaning hidden in his gaze wasn’t quite discernible. It could be interpreted as many things. A bit of sorrow, longing for something unknown, patches of impatience, and…

“It might be makeshift, but I’m still your wife. You ought to tell me what you desire. Openly.”

“And you’re going to do it no questions asked?”

“Of course not. I shall tell you if I have my doubts about it, and you shall respect it, but it’s a two-way street.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning if you have doubts about what I ask of you, I shall respect it, too, and not insist.”

Hyunjin examined your hand on his for some time, then scooted closer to you.

“Then kiss me.”

If a bolt of lightning struck at that very spot at that very moment, it would have still been less shocking for you. The way he said it with so much intention… It painted Hyunjin in a completely different color in your eyes. All of a sudden, he felt ten times more manly than some self-proclaimed neighborhood machos you knew.

“My lord…”

“It’s Hyunjin,” he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m your husband, darling.”

Your heart started beating in your ears when he uttered that word again. You could feel the blood rushing to your face and you wanted to freaking die.

“Kiss me,” he started leaning into your face, “Just once.”

One kiss. What harm could possibly come out of it, right?

Everything. It could derail every single thing you thought you knew.

When you pressed your lips on his, you could swear you were able to feel his heartbeat within you. Crazy. Rabid. Dangerously escalating. But it wasn’t enough.

You took those perfectly plush pair of flesh in your mouth to feel him more. The more you moved your lips, the deeper he invaded you. You tasted the mixture of cognac and chocolate on his tongue, but Hyunjin tasted better than any alleged aphrodisiac. A natural kisser. A natural lover. Naturally passionate.

“I know your condition was that you wouldn’t lay with me,” he spoke with his eyes closed, “And I’m not asking to, but I desire… I so desire to…”

You examined his face to figure out what he was trying to say so that you could help him get it out. He wanted something from you, but he was clearly embarrassed by it. You brazenly uttered the first thing that came to your mind.

“See my womanhood?”

“Not just that.”

He didn’t even hesitate when he said it. Not just that. Then what the hell else?

Hyunjin poured a glass of cognac for himself and hit it like it was liquid courage. When his insides burned like that, it allowed him much less space to overthink.

“I desire to watch you,” he confessed as he almost slammed the glass on the table, “Doing what you did the other night.”

You didn’t even know how to properly respond to that for it caught you so off guard. You could dare say no, but he was already stripping you with his eyes anyway.

“In front of you?”

“Yes. As your husband, I want to watch.”

Hyunjin’s sudden audaciousness with his eyes ablaze like that… It didn’t simply arouse you.

It set your soul on fire.

Without saying anything you gently grabbed his hand and stood up, guiding him to the bed with you. Every night you slept there, it felt so extravagantly big, but with Hyunjin right next to you, the size felt just right.

As you leaned against the headboard, Hyunjin crawled towards the middle of the bed and laid down on his side, propping up on his right elbow. You pulled the skirt of your dress up but refused to take your clothes off. Only your legs were naked up to your thighs, and the fabric of your dress was pooling between your legs.

“You can feel me under my skirt if you like.”

Hyunjin had dreamed about this for so long that he was having such a hard time believing this was indeed real. Clothed or not, it was still your most intimate part. Sensitive. Delicate. Probably tasted like heaven. And you were giving him permission to satisfy the maddening itch in his brain.

“R-really?”

“You’re curious, aren’t you?” you brushed his cheeks with your thumb, “Don’t be shy, handsome.”

“You think I’m… handsome?”

“Very much so,” you softly chuckled, “but I’m sure you are already aware of this.”

“No woman has ever called me that before.”

“That’s just not true!”

“No, really,” he insisted, “I’m not lying.”

“Do you feel uncomfortable when I call you that?”

“No,” a smile threatened to cling to the corners of his mouth, “I like it very much.”

“Well, here’s a little sermon for you,” you ran your fingers through his hair, “When a husband and wife are being intimate, they should call each other with loving addresses. It’s beautiful and makes the experience much more enjoyable.”

“Can I call you whatever I want?”

“As long as it’s loving,” you slowly reached for his hand and guided it between your thighs under your dress, “Touch. But don’t rush it.”

Hyunjin locked his eyes with you as his hand slowly disappeared under your skirt. He flinched in his place when his fingertips finally met the fabric of your undergarments. It felt warm to the touch. He instinctively started caressing you and while doing so, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

“It’s… getting wet,” he looked at you with inquisitive eyes, “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded.

Hyunjin’s slender fingers brushed against your inner thigh, and he inadvertently started silently groaning.

“Can I kiss this spot?” he very lightly squeezed the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.

You nodded.

He lowered himself to be on eye level with your core, still hidden behind your skirt. But your thighs… They were out in the open. To be kissed by him. His thumb was still caressing your pussy over your undergarments, staining the fabric more and more with the slick you were secreting. When he finally pressed his lips on your skin, it felt so electric that you jolted in your place.

“Darling,” he whispered against you, “Oh, darling, you’re… you’re so…”

Kisses. Many of them. On your thighs. On your legs. Continuous friction on your pussy no matter how masked. You closed your eyes and started moaning.

“Does it feel good when I move my hand like that?”

“Mhm,” you contently sighed, “It feels just like the way you feel when you pleasure yourself.”

Hyunjin was flushed from head to toe already watching you from that up close, but your words somehow darkened the blush on his cheeks even more. You stopped his ministrations when he didn’t react and leaned into his face instead.

“You do pleasure yourself, right handsome?”

By then, you knew exactly what it meant when Hyunjin kept his silence. You held the hand he was caressing you with and brought it to your lips.

“When you’re away from your lady, you might feel these urges creeping in. You have to know how to take care of yourself so that you won’t fall victim to temptation. Fidelity is one of the utmost virtues of a true man.”

You pecked the fingers he was rubbing you with and then stole another kiss from his full lips. You looked right into his eyes when you asked the question that nudged him towards insanity a bit more.

“Would you like me to teach you?”

It was obvious how he was dying to say yes, but he was simply unable to utter that hardest fucking syllable of the language. You stroked his cheek with the back of your fingers and gave him an easy way out.

“Kiss me if you want me to.”

Immediately. With no hesitation. Yes, that kiss pleaded. Yes. A thousand times yes.

“You can ask your lady to do this for you, too,” you pulled him towards the headboard, “It’s not solely to be enjoyed when you’re alone.”

You started to leisurely unbutton his shirt. It was actually kind of cute how nervous he seemed.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a soothing voice, “It’s just you and me. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

You peeled the silk layer that hid him from you and what you saw was utterly mesmerizing even under those flickering candlelights. You gently pushed his chest for him to lay down, and Hyunjin was unable to look away from you the entire time as if he was hypnotized. You proceeded to take his trousers off, and soon enough, he was bare for you. In all his glory. Impossibly gorgeous.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I feel very privileged to see you like this,” you smiled at him, “Did you know you’re beyond beautiful?”

“Did you know beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your hand. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out.

“Now close your eyes. Get comfortable,” you instructed him, “Do you happen to think about impure things every once in a while?”

“I– I know I shouldn’t but—”

“It’s okay. We are not fully in control of our thoughts, after all. They might occasionally pop into your mind,” you spoke almost in a whisper, “You will need those when you’re by yourself anyway.”

You took his hand and wrapped it around his girth, demonstrating a rhythmic motion to repeat.

“Caress yourself,” you laid down next to him and started speaking into his ear, “Now tell me. What are you thinking about?”

Hyunjin’s breathing started getting heavier when you came that close. He wasn’t in pain, but those moans were just forcing themselves out of him. It felt strange. A nice kind of strange. Addictive almost.

“I think about… about you.”

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“How so?”

You lightly squeezed him over his hand, urging him to do the same every once in a while. His precum had pooled around his slit so densely that one drop of it trickled down his length like an ice-filled glass sweating under a hot summer day.

“Your– your silhouette…” he gulped thickly, “At the bathhouse.”

“Only that?” you pressed him for more details, “Don’t you ever think about doing things to me?”

Hyunjin was dying of embarrassment, but it felt incredibly good at the same time. His cheeks were flushed pink in a shade very close to the tip of his cock, and beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead.

“In my… dreams.”

“Do you see me in your dreams?”

“Yes.”

“What am I doing in your dreams, darling?”

When you started stroking him faster, Hyunjin’s moans became louder. His chest was heaving much more frequently and you could see how tightened his balls were already.

“More,” he panted, “You say more to me.”

“Are you fucking me in your dreams?”

“Ah, yes!” he squeezed his eyes tighter as if he was in pain, “And it feels too good, but I can’t… I can never get you to…”

Any skin-to-skin contact with you was already enough to blow his fucking mind, but when your fingers were wrapped around Hyunjin’s like that, guiding him, showing him what self-release looked like, of course it would cause him to rethink his entire existence. Of course it would make him want to commit fucking suicide in your hands.

“Why… Why does it feel—?”

“Tell me, gorgeous. What does it feel like?” you kissed his temple.

“I’m so lightheaded. I think… I think I’m going to faint.”

“No, you won’t. You’re going to have an orgasm,” you smiled when his breathing got even more labored, “But not right away. Control it. Relish this feeling.”

You slowed his rhythm way down so that he could calm down a little. When his breathing became somewhat stable, you picked it up where you left off.

“The more you prolong it, the better it will feel,” you caressed his hair with your other hand, “You’re doing great. You’re doing perfect, gorgeous. A little more now.”

“Kiss me, darling,” he begged desperately almost like a prayer, “For the love of god, I’m so overwhelmed, please kiss me!”

You kissed him, but you weren’t about to give him everything at once. Every time you took his lips between yours, you slowed him down and only started stroking him again when you moved away.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

And finally, fucking finally you were able to see his true colors after edging him for that long. Hyunjin was clawing the bedsheets out of sheer frustration, and you couldn’t bring yourself to torture the man any longer.

“I’ll finish you now, okay?” you informed him with a calm voice that was the complete opposite of your fervent ministrations, “Always ask if you can ejaculate on your lady. It’s only polite. Show her how much you need her. Ask for mercy. It will elicit a definite yes if you plead.”

“Please, darling,” Hyunjin snapped his eyes open and held onto you like he was holding on for dear life, “Please can I… God, PLEASE!!!”

“Yes,” you whispered into his ear, “A hundred times, a thousand times, yes.”

You swiftly made your way down on a whim and shoved his painfully hard cock down your throat. The second your tongue swiped against his skin, Hyunjin came so hard that he was almost knocked out of consciousness. You let him. You let him unload into your mouth as much as he wanted. You let him ride out the highest waves of pleasure, relishing his taste on your tongue all the while.

“Can I– I want to– for… for you.”

“Sleep now,” you placed a kiss on the crown of his head, “Maybe some other time.”

As you attempted to get up from the bed, Hyunjin mustered all the remaining strength left in his body and pulled you into his embrace.

“Into me.”

You let him. You let him hug you from the back and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You let him wrap his arms around your waist. You let him sleep on this bed with you that night.

“Good night, my night sky,” he sleepily mumbled into your ear.

You felt something tingle in your chest as if something sizzling hot splashed on it. A part of you felt joy, a part of you felt at peace, but another and much bigger part of you was incredibly confused. Almost guilty. Way to refuse to lay with him.

How fucking weak could you get? you castigated yourself.

Day 15: Sharing

I am willing To forfeit everything To feel your skin On mine again.

“Life is supposed to be shared, my lord,” you spoke to Hyunjin as he was scribbling something in his little notebook on the kitchen table, “Invite your lady for a conversation about your daily affairs and your business. In return, ask her how her day was, and do not settle for ‘Fine’ as an answer.”

You had asked Jaehyun to borrow the kitchen that afternoon so that you could cook some of Hyunjin’s favorites for him. When Hyunjin saw what you were doing, he brought out a handsome bottle of wine from the cellar and suggested having dinner out in the garden. He asked if he could watch you cook, and you agreed.

“Inquire. Make it clear you’re actually interested in the mundane details of her life and that they are not at all mundane to you. Help her, when you can, with her wifely duties. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“How so?”

“Join her in the kitchen, for example,” you playfully smiled and offered him a copper ladle, “Walk her through your day while preparing a meal together.”

“Hang on one second,” he ran through the door that led to the garden and disappeared into the lush greens.

When he came back about ten minutes later, he was holding a bouquet of daisies in his hand that looked like they were freshly picked. He put them in a bottle to serve as a vase and placed it on the dinner table to serve as a centerpiece. Then he took a singular daisy from the bunch and attached it to your hair.

“For you, darling.”

It was such a simple gesture, but the impact it had on you… Your heart didn’t flutter; it fucking combusted in your chest.

“So, how was your day today?”

“Good, I’d say,” Hyunjin grabbed the ladle from you and started stirring the soup, “Preparatory school started today.”

“And what is that exactly?”

“It’s a small program of study you complete before transitioning into college,” he explained, “Father doesn’t want me to continue higher learning, but I’m taking them anyway.”

“That’s quite interesting,” you were genuinely intrigued by his news, “What are you studying?”

“Basically a survey of world literature.”

“Of course, I should have known,” you burst into heartfelt laughter, “Here, try this.”

You offered him a piece of seasoned mussels you prepared as an appetizer, and his lips touched your fingers while trying to eat it from your hands. It was mussels for fuck’s sake, probably the least sexy food to ever exist, but you felt an intense surge of arousal coursing through your body when he refused to break eye contact with you. As if he was doing it… on purpose.

“This is exquisite,” he finally uttered with a smirk on his face.

It could be either because you used the best ingredients money could buy or because you prepared this table with Hyunjin, but you had the best dinner of your life, talking about this and that, getting tipsy together, and losing the sense of all reality in the meantime. For a second there, it really felt like he was your husband and you were just having dinner after a long, hard day.

What was scarier was the fact that this thought didn’t bother you at all.

“So sharing drinks with my lady is important too, huh?”

“Very much so. It’s one of those things that puts you on equal ground. A sign of mutual respect, if you ask me,” you uttered while carrying the empty plates back to the kitchen, “But it’s not the act of drinking itself. It’s the conversation you share over it that makes it taste so sweet.”

You placed everything in the sink and were about to start doing the dishes when Jaehyun basically chased you away from the kitchen, saying it was outrageous that you would even consider doing it. After a lot of bickering, you raised the white flag and agreed to retreat to your chambers while Hyunjin watched the whole thing in a laughter fit. As you were passing by his room, Hyunjin tugged on the hem of your sleeve to stop you.

“Would it be okay if…”

You looked at his face with an encouraging nod. That combined with the liquid courage he downed glass after glass in the garden with you helped him spill the beans much more easily this time around.

“...if we slept in our bed again?”

“You want to spend the night with me?”

He nodded in response with his eyes on the marble floor as if he was scared to look you in the eye. The rational part of you wanted to refuse since you clearly remembered how much the feeling of longing lingered when he left the next day. On the other hand, the extremely irrational part of you loudly yelled, Well, this is still part of his learning, and you readily accepted it as your excuse.

“Of course,” you smiled at him, “Please bring your nightwear.”

He broke into a very bright smile and dashed into his room to gather his belongings. Shortly after, there he was again. Alone with you in the privacy of four walls.

“What scents do you fancy, my lord?” you asked him as you were walking into the room, which seemed to confuse him a bit.

“Why all of a sudden?”

You reached the edge of the bed as you peeled your cardigan off of you, and placed it on the bench.

“A man and his lady should freshen up for each other before they lay together,” you took two steps towards him, “This is the difference between sleeping next to each other and sleeping together.”

Besides that stolen moment in the bathhouse, Hyunjin had never caught a glimpse of your naked skin before. Now both your shoulders were out in the open, begging to be kissed by him, and it took an insane amount of willpower for him to look away as he answered.

“V-vanilla,” he loudly cleared his throat, “I also enjoy the scent of flowers.”

“Delicate taste of a fine man,” you knowingly smiled at him, “You can change behind the screen. Then come to the lavatory.”

You changed into your nightgown in there and let Hyunjin in once you were done. White looked so good on him. He was in simple nightwear but he still looked ethereal like an angel.

After going through a simple night care routine of brushing your teeth and hair as well as putting on lotion, you brought out a little box from a cabinet and took something that looked like a miniature glass bottle.

“How is this?” you let him smell the essence from the vial.

“Powdery,” Hyunjin observed, “I like it very much.”

“And this is sandalwood,” you brought another vial under his nostrils, “Do you like it?”

“Smells very fresh.”

“It does. Complements your skin very nicely if I might add,” you trickled a couple of drops on his wrist, and the powdery scent on yours, “Now we’re going to rub our wrists together and smear them behind our ears.”

Once you were done, you put the box away and started making your way towards the bed, but that ten-step distance seemed kilometers long to you. Your throat was dry and you were trying really hard to calm down your heartbeat for fear that Hyunjin could hear it when he laid down next to you.

“Any bedroom sermon I need to know?” he jokingly asked after getting into bed, and you reciprocated his smile.

“Once you lay, don’t forget to shower your lady with love,” you placed your arm under your head while turning to your side, “Kiss her. Embrace her. Don’t go to sleep before telling each other you love each other. A woman in love is the best asset a man can have.”

“You know, I noticed there seems to be a lot of things a man should do,” Hyunjin pointed out, “Shouldn’t a lady do the same things you tell me?

“Fret not. Once you do them, she also will,” you chuckled, “And do iterate you’re grateful for each other.”

“How so?”

“Like this,” you proceeded with your demonstration, “I’m very grateful to have you in my life, my treasure. You make me appreciate life more. You make me really happy.”

You tried to pass it as if you were saying a bunch of generic lines, thinking Hyunjin didn’t need to know that these were your genuine feelings. The change in his expression, however, didn’t seem like you were very successful in pretending. Because you said it. You said it for real this time. He didn’t imagine it; he heard you say it. You called him the one thing you were calling him in his dreams night after night, and hearing it spill from your lips with that much affection felt like a gutpunch for Hyunjin in the best sense of the word.

“Now you try,” you attempted to send away the silence trying to lay between you two.

“I’m very grateful to have you. In my life. In this bed. Right next to me,” he reached out to hold your hand, “I came to notice the little things in life thanks to your existence and it makes me very happy. You make me want to better myself for you.”

He wanted to crown the beautiful words that moved you to tears with a kiss, but you stopped him at the last second.

“My lord…”

“Please, darling,” he quietly pleaded, “I want to kiss my wife.”

You let him. You had no choice but to let him. The way he was still a little clumsy with it made you smile into his kiss. Taking courage from you, he smiled back. The way he looked into your eyes that lovingly pierced through your soul, and you had to do your utmost best to stop yourself from crying.

“Is it possible to fall for your spouse after you get married?” he asked while playing with your hair.

“By all means. Love doesn’t have an expiration date, my lord.”

“Please call me by my name,” he appealed, “At least here. In our bed.”

“Love doesn’t have an expiration date, Hyunjin,” you emphatically uttered his name with a smile. He smiled back and kissed your hand.

“I love you, darling.”

You felt like you were falling from a fifty-story building when he said that, knowing damn well that this meant nothing. You quite literally just told him not to go to sleep before telling his lady that he loved her, and he was simply exercising it. There was no meaning behind it. There couldn’t have been. There shouldn’t have been.

Then why did your insides twist and turn when he uttered those three cursed words while looking at you like that?

“I love you, too,” you attempted to say as nonchalantly as you could.

He kissed you again, but the shade of it was quite different this time. The first one was loving. Tender. This one felt eager. Passionate. Like a magnet pulling you in. As your kiss was deepening, you started touching each other under the covers until Hyunjin abruptly stopped himself.

“Are there… any other ways that I can… I can please my lady without… without…”

“Trespassing?” you cocked a brow, somewhat endeared by the way he put it.

He enthusiastically nodded while still panting, his hands still on your face. You placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose before answering.

“Yes, there is.”

“Then teach me,” he eagerly propped up on his elbows.

I shouldn’t have drunk that much tonight, you thought to yourself for there was a huge blank space where your willpower should have been. You found it impossible to say no to Hyunjin.

“I think I should show you something else first,” you guided him to lie on his back. He was keenly watching your every move with curious eyes, anticipating what you were going to do next.

You lifted his top up just enough to reveal his chiseled abdomen and started placing little kisses on him. Then you started making your way down. And down. And down. The thin layer of linen covering his body was making his growing bulge much more prominent. He might as well have been fully naked under you since it left very little to the imagination when his cock twitched every time you kissed him. You kissed him over his nightwear bottoms first. Then over his undergarments once you got rid of them. Then directly his skin once you got him completely bare for you from the waist down. Beautiful. Beautiful. He was so freaking beautiful that this should have been considered a fucking crime.

“If you feel like it, it’s okay to use profanities,” you encouraged him, “Your lady would actually appreciate that.”

“W-why?”

“It’s a sign of extreme arousal,” you made yourself comfortable between his legs, “It means you’re so overcome with your desire for her that you’re willing to cast all your manners aside and become as primitive as you can be.”

“But I– I can’t.”

“Trust me, you’re going to.”

You wrapped your hand around his delicious girth and guided him into your mouth as if you were a marionette controlled by someone else. You were acting on pure instinct with no shred of rationality to be found in a single bone of yours. The moment his cock met the excessive wetness of your mouth, he jerked in his place and sharply inhaled due to intense pleasure.

“Oh, Jesus fucking CHRIST, what are you doing to me, darling?!”

“I’m loving you,” you placed his hands on your head to have him guide you, “I’m loving you to death. Control me.”

He could cum to this. He could die to this. Nothing ever felt this consuming, not even what you did to him a couple of days ago in this very bad. Losing all control he had, Hyunjin felt himself spiraling and started to slowly grind against you while moving your head to the same rhythm. The deeper you took him and the wetter you got him, the louder, the more guttural, and the more frequently he moaned under you. It took less than two minutes until he erupted into your mouth, squirting string after string of his cum down your throat.

“Better than your dreams, isn’t it?” you wiped your mouth with a grin on your face, “Nothing compares to the real thing.”

“Teach me how to do this for you.”

“Maybe some other t—”

“No,” he swiftly sat up in his place and held your face between his hands, “Teach me. Right now. I’m willing to do anything.”

There was something burning in his eyes, and it was impossible to go unnoticed. It was a magnificent thing to witness, seeing him transform into a man made of pure desire right before your eyes, but you knew you needed to put it out. Before… Anyone got hurt.

“Hyunjin, don—”

“I want to be able to get you to give in to me,” he held your face between his hands, “Comfortably. I want you to feel safe when you do so.”

“You mean, your lady.”

It was only at that moment he noticed the true object of his sentences. It wasn’t the realization that he might be making assumptions about you that embarrassed him, but rather…

It was the discovery of the true object of his affection.

“Yes. My lady,” he gulped and briefly averted his eyes from you, “So teach me.”

You’re asking for it, you thought to yourself, It’s beyond my control at this point. You’re fucking asking for it.

“Fine,” you complied with his request and laid down next to him. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was simply ecstatic to witness what was about to unfold.

“This is an art, if I may say so. Not many men are skilled at it,” you informed him with a soft voice, “But if you can master this, you’ll basically own her soul.”

“Own her soul?” he raised his brows, utterly amazed, “Is this better than…? Well, you know.”

“It depends on the person, but I personally think it’s the best thing,” you answered his question, “It’s important to take your time, but don’t hesitate to get sloppy if you feel like it. This is the only kind of eating where all manners should go out the window.”

You slowly slid your undergarments down your legs and spread your legs for him. Hyunjin gulped very thickly as he watched you and slithered between your legs. The sight itself was so damn overwhelming that it led him to contort his face in absolute delight.

“It’s… It’s so pretty,” he ghosted his hand over your folds, slick with arousal.

You watched him watch you in utter fascination for a moment. Then you watched your own hand reach out to his head and slowly undo the silk ribbon tying his even silkier hair in a half ponytail. It fell down to his shoulders like a crystal clear waterfall. He turned to his side and kissed the hand that set him free.

“This is where I’m most sensitive,” you brushed your fingers on your clit and then ran them through his hair, “You know how you would lick the soft ice cream on a hot day to soothe your insides? Lick it just like that.”

Hyunjin felt like he was about to sit for the ultimate test, a rite of passage to manhood so to speak. If he managed to induce in you the intense feeling you just induced in him, if he could prove that he was indeed able to satisfy you, that would maybe change something in you.

And you would stop deflecting things maybe.

He licked a long drag from your entrance up to your clit, smearing your arousal everywhere, and started giving little kitten licks on it first. You were quietly moaning, but moaning nevertheless. It had to be a good sign.

Soft ice cream on a hot day.

A need. There needed to be a need. A desperate one to satisfy a fundamental urge. To relieve yourself.

Ice. Cream. Ice but as a cream.

He closed his plush lips on your clit and started gently sucking on it, and you let out a sharp moan upon the contact.

“Do you like the way I do it?”

Did you like the way he did it? Did you? You gave him one instruction and he was following it to a T like a teacher’s pet. And the fact that he was acing it already? Being nothing less than a star student? This willing to please? This eagerly?

“You’re… You’re fucking amazing, just… How?!”

Hyunjin was so damn proud of the reaction he was able to elicit out of you. Even more so that he got you to curse like that. It’s a sign of extreme arousal, you had told him. So he was arousing you. Extremely. Until your eyes rolled back.

“So beautiful,” he pecked your pussy, “So pretty. I’ll always stay this hungry for you, I promise.”

He switched to licking your clit again, this time swirling his tongue around it. With need. So much need. It was like he was trying to please himself rather than pleasing you. With each circle he drew on you, you were dripping more and more, staining Hyunjin’s chin as well as the sheets under you.

“Like that. Right–right there!” you spread your pussy lips further to give him more access to your clit, “Kiss me. Suck on me until my taste becomes more intense in your mouth.”

Maybe he didn’t need further instructions. Maybe you were going to cum violently to those huge puppy eyes anyway. Maybe he needed to fucking cut it off before you married his fucking pretty face off or something.

“Keep cursing at me,” he whispered against your folds, “That’s so fucking erotic. Keep doing it.”

You were so overwhelmed with arousal that you were riding his face by then. Just looking at his perfect lips wrapped around you, kissing you, sucking on you, it was enough to drive you insane. Clinically.

“Fuck, Hyunjin,” you pressed his face deeper into you, “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK, RIGHT THERE!!!”

He was losing himself between your legs, eyes closed, kissing you deeply just like he was kissing your lips, hands wrapped around your thighs and squeezing them every once in a while. He was mumbling inaudible things into your soaked cunt and every single time it made you tingle harder.

“I love your scent. I love your taste. I love your skin,” he placed a kiss on your pussy after every sentence like a full stop, “I love you, darling. I love your everything.”

You were dying in his mouth. This was nothing less than a crime of passion, hot-blooded murder solely aimed at ripping your soul out of you.

“You should moan like that for me every night. You should let me love you until you forget who you are,” he wiped his mouth on your thighs, “You should ask me to love you whenever you crave me. I’ll come rushing.”

You were on the ledge, looking down at the cliff you were about to jump into. All you needed was the gentlest push and he was going to crush you into pieces.

“I’m addicted to you, darling,” he whispered and closed his mouth on your pussy completely.

“Hyunjin!!!”

You violently thrashed under him as your back arched, and he watched you cum like he was witnessing a miracle. He kept kissing your body everywhere until you were able to breathe normally again.

“I want to do it one more time.”

“You– you don’t have t—”

“I want to,” he insisted, “Again. Please.”

You caved. Who were you to say no to this absolute young god between your legs, desperately after gratifying you once again? Who the fuck were you to deny him permission to pleasure you out of your mind? You let him. You let him glide his tongue on your clit with more precision this time. You let him spell his name on your slick folds like he was signing a forever-binding contract with no way out. You let him play jumprope with your sanity, switching between reality and afterlife however the fuck he pleased. You watched him taste you like he was starving, but savoring every drop like there would be no more servings. You listened to him whisper sweet nothings into you again. You tugged on his soft hair as you were climbing towards your climax again. You came into his mouth as he slurped on you again.

“Again.”

“Hyunjin, I’m– I’m going to pass out.”

“No, you won’t. You won’t,” he wiped his mouth drenched in your cum and tasted you on his fingers, “Say yes. I’m learning here. Say yes to me.”

“Yes,” you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to your face, “Yes, my treasure.”

Tasting yourself on his tongue had to be the most sensual thing you had ever experienced. It was the passion he was kissing you with that got you so dizzy. The way he touched you, felt you on his fingertips, the way he inhaled your scent and exhaled on your skin, his breath condensing on you like a layer of morning dew… You were completely drunk on him.

As he was kissing your soul out of you, his hand slithered down to caress your drenched folds, and his fingers were so long that he accidentally stimulated your entrance, causing you to jolt in abrupt pleasure.

“Ah, fuck.”

Hyunjin didn’t expect that at all. It felt like he somehow discovered some uncharted territory.

“Do you… like it?”

You had no idea why you suddenly became so embarrassed considering what he was doing to you for the past hour or so. You silently nodded, hoping he would think the flush on your cheeks was because of arousal rather than bashfulness.

“Is it… Is it okay if–?”

He gently prodded your soaking wet entrance to ask for permission. You got scared for a second there. If he was able to fly you out of your body with his tongue alone, who the fuck knew what he would do to you if he fingered you at the same time?

“Please?” he kept saying in between his kisses, “Can I please? Please?”

Oh, he knew. He knew you had lost your ability to say no to him when he relentlessly begged for something. You finally gave in and nodded, and Hyunjin’s excitement hit through the roof.

“Which one?” he showed his fingers to you.

“The middle,” you responded, trying not to die out of mortification.

As he smoothly slipped his finger inside, he could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy, and if you thought you were overwhelmed, you could only guess what Hyunjin was feeling.

“Is this okay?” he examined your face to check how he was doing.

“Don’t rush,” you guided him with the minuscule amount of mental faculties you had intact, “Move your finger in and out. Slowly.”

He did exactly as he was instructed, admiring your pussy and relishing your sounds of pleasure as he kept stimulating you. You were so swollen inside. If you were this tight just around his finger, who knew how you would feel around his fully hard cock? Would you moan louder? Would you speak obscenities for how overcome you were with desire? Just thinking about how you would struggle to take all of him him forced his salivary glands to work at full capacity.

“Push one more finger. Hook them upwards,” you brushed his hair away to see his face better, “Pretend you’re gesturing me to come closer. There is a spongy texture inside me. Find it.”

It couldn’t get any more erotic than this. Hyunjin was listening to every word you uttered so seriously like you were giving him homework, and immediately putting it into practice as if he was trying to prove something to you.

Give me attention. Tell me what a good job I’m doing. Say how good I’m making you feel. Say it.

While he was busying himself with his quest, all of a sudden you were hit with the realization that you were letting Hyunjin fuck you. He was only using his fingers but he was fucking you nevertheless. When you clenched hard like that, it finally allowed him to spot his target.

“There!” you sat up on your elbows to watch him closely, “Right there! Now focus on it.”

He was scrutinizing every single change in your expression, studying what was making you pant that hard. When he started fingering you a measure faster, you clenched around him. You moaned louder. Your eyes rolled back.

“Do you like this?”

“Oh, I love this. I love the way you pleasure me,” you uttered in an ecstatic voice, “More. Give me more.”

This wasn’t a dream this time around. You said more, and he knew he could give you more. You had drawn the exact path he needed to walk on so that he could crumble you into dust, and he was struck with a terrific idea on how to end this.

“Hyunjin…”

“Say you love me.”

“Hyunjin…”

“Say you love me, darling.”

“I love you,” you tugged on his hair, “I fucking love you. Please!”

Oh, the way you said it… A desperate plea asking for mercy. And you meant it. He felt it in his bones that you meant it.

“I love you more, darling.”

He closed his mouth on your pussy and started lapping at your clit so fast that there was no way you could prepare yourself for your doom.

“Ah, Hyunjin!!!”

Even when you arched into him, even when you came all over his fingers, even when you collapsed on the bed contracting around him, Hyunjin didn’t stop and kept going with his frantic ministrations. You thought you could endure it, but you became so overstimulated that you were on the brink of sobbing, asking him to stop over and over again, but secretly wishing he never would. When he noticed the change in your reactions, something unfamiliar awakened in Hyunjin. He found the idea of you crying extremely arousing in some perverse way. You begging him to stop but only because it was too much pleasure than you could handle?

No pleasure was too much when it came to you.

“Again.”

“Please, I’m begging you,” you wiped the tears out of your eyes as he wiped your cum off his lips, “No more. I really can’t take it.”

He was partly disappointed that he didn’t get to do it again, but he was so content nevertheless. You were glowing because of him, and it was a fascinating thing to witness.

“I can get used to this,” he kissed your lips, “I can do this for you every night before you fall asleep in my arms.”

Your wits snapped back to your brain once he uttered that sentence.

“If you do, you’ll have the happiest marriage in the history of everything,” you played dumb as if you didn’t understand exactly what he meant. Hyunjin pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair before drifting off to sleep.

“I love you, my night sky.”

You felt something tingle in your chest as if something sizzling hot splashed on it, but this time, you chose not to dwell on the pain and let yourself be soothed in the comfort of his embrace instead.

“I love you, too, my moon,” you sunk deeper into his chest.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

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🖤Lee Know x (afab) Reader x Seungmin 📜5.7k | Approx. 24-min. read 🪐Slice of life: Established relationship, Domestic BDSM relationship, Smut, Fluff 🚨Mentions of death and funerals (reader is a mortician), polyamory, kink introduction/exploration—petplay (use of 'miss', 'master', 'lapdog', 'good boy'), threesome, dom/sub dynamics (dom!Minho, sub!Seungmin, switch!reader), M/M sexual acts (kissing, blowjob), consensual filming of sexual acts, rimming, pegging, thigh riding, slight breathplay, overstimulation (m. receiving), sex toys, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

SYNOPSIS When you know you've found the one, it doesn't take forever to tie the knot. That being said, nobody has ever told you or your other half Seungmin that it was possible to find "the two".

*I'd like to extend my special thanks to z (ipegchangbin) and alix (iwoofyoo) for their valuable insights during the creation process! I appreciate you.

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Death is inevitable, and nothing can quite prepare you for it even when you know it’s coming.

This was the fine line of a mortician’s job description and you had come to terms with it long ago.

At the end of the day, funerals were notorious for being bleak events surrounded by hushed murmurs as people paid their last respects to the deceased. It was your job to arrange these somber gatherings and provide the bereaved with the necessary guidance and services.

Most people would not understand it maybe, but it gave you a strange sense of wholesomeness to know that everybody was one here no matter what walk of life they belonged to. Everybody was welcome regardless of their faith or the lack thereof, no matter how swollen or shrunken their bank accounts may have been once upon a time, what they looked like, where they lived, who they loved… Everybody bled the same color in the end, and that was why nothing could be fairer than death. We were all the same once our hearts stopped beating.

And you had seen so many things by then that you were convinced nothing could surprise you anymore.

Until he walked into your office one day for his appointment at a godforsaken hour due to your crazy schedule.

“How may I help you today?”

A crisp suit. Broad shoulders. Earnest-looking. Levelheaded. But he had this somewhat of a tense aura to him because he wasn’t smiling.

Maybe it was because there was death involved.

“I uh– I don’t know how to do this,” he averted his eyes from you after sitting down, “I never had to arrange something like this before.”

“That’s why I’m here,” you reassured him, “I’ll be with you every step of the planning. I can also connect you with several grief counselors if you’d like.”

He finally held your gaze, studying your face as if he was mentally bracing himself for impact.

“You’re sure you’re not gonna judge me for what I’m about to ask you?”

“I don’t think honoring someone has rules set in stone, Mr. Kim,” you shrugged with an aloof expression.

“Please,” he creased his brows, “Mr. Kim is a fucking stressed-out lawyer. I’d like to be Seungmin here if that’s okay.”

“Duly noted, Seungmin,” you emphatically uttered his name with a warm smile.

His tense shoulders drooped with relief when you smiled at him like that. He smiled back. He looked ten times more charming when he smiled.

Then off he went with telling you about the party he wanted to throw in honor of his late friend Jiwon who was a jazz pianist. He wanted everything in the shades of midnight blue, Jiwon’s favorite color. All of Jiwon’s favorite food and drinks to be served at the reception. Jiwon’s music playing in the background at all times. And instead of a eulogy, a roast was supposed to take place because Jiwon enjoyed the crap out of insult comedy. You burst into heartfelt laughter even though you were fully aware you were in the middle of a very serious conversation, but your client didn’t seem to take any offense to that.

“Please forgive me,” you did your utmost best to kill your remaining giggles, “It’s just that I’ve never received such requests throughout my entire career!”

“Well, nobody ever thinks about a funeral as a celebration of life,” Seungmin flashed a broken smile, “And they really should.”

What a refreshing perspective that was, indeed. A funeral as a happy occasion. Would that really be the worst thing when life was already loaded with so many ugly things?

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I’ve been going on and on, haven’t I?” Seungmin apologetically uttered while looking at his watch, “I didn’t mean to hold you back. My apologies to your boyfriend in advance.”

“That’s cute of you to assume, but the insane hours I work don’t really allow that for the time being,” you sheepishly laughed, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason.

“You really have no one to go home to?” he asked with gigantic puppy eyes.

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I… I apologize,” he full-on panicked, afraid he was coming across as rude, “I was– I was just thinking to myself there was no way you were single is all.”

He closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh as if to say Way to blow it, clearly annoyed with himself. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t even think twice before politely showing him the door, but he had this oddly charming quality to him, a certain je ne sais quoi that made you want to jump the gun. Maybe it was the inner compass you had built for yourself after dealing with massive numbers of people for years. Maybe it was the conversation you shared for the past hour or so. Maybe it was how his eyes turned into crescent moons when he laughed that was so trust-inducing.

“I was about to grab a bite. You wanna come with?” you asked without thinking, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason. Again.

“Reall–? I mean… Is it oka–? I wouldn’t want t—”

“It’s fine,” your smile signaled him to relax, “I could use some friendly company. Today was a long day.”

“Oh,” he lowered his gaze to the floor, “That busy, huh?”

“Yeah, some dude went on and on about a roast night he wanted to throw for his friend,” you winked at him as his face visibly flushed, “There is a 24-hour diner on the corner. That okay with you?”

“Of course!”

Once you walked into the diner, you were greeted with a surprised but knowing smile from Rose, the diner’s owner, as she’d never seen you bring someone here before, much less at that hour. After taking your orders, she brought a large pitcher of beer to your table, saying it was ‘on the house’, and you picked up your conversation with Seungmin where you left off while scarfing down your burgers.

“This is utterly fascinating,” Seungmin tilted his head with lips parted, “I mean you’re basically working in the industry of death, if there is one.”

“Didn’t you say you were an entertainment lawyer?” you pointed your fry at him, “I bet you’re seeing career suicides quite often.”

“Touché,” he chuckled and took a large gulp from his beer.

You talked each other’s ears off the entire night, about Jiwon, Seungmin’s cases, your clients, and the strangest things that happened to you both. It was around 4 AM when you left the place.

You had your first date two weeks after your first encounter since Seungmin insisted a night at a greasy spoon could not possibly count as a date, no matter how involuntary. You shared your first kiss that very night. You invited him into your bed on your third date. You decided to move in together after six months. Seven months. Eight months. Ten months. You got to know every unnecessary detail about one another.

Fifteen months later you were reciting your wedding vows to each other with absolute adoration beaming out of your eyes and you thought that was your fair share of happy endings.

You were spectacularly mistaken.

The loud sound of the door being slammed alerted you that Seungmin was home, causing you to violently flinch in the meantime.

“Baby?” you called out towards the entrance of your apartment, “Everything okay?”

“No.”

You paused the show you were watching to go check on him, but he had already made his way into the living room, plopping down next to you with an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you threw your arm around his shoulder, “Talk to me.”

Seungmin closed his eyes and shifted to rest his head on your lap, quite clearly not in the mood to do any kind of talking.

“Could you like… just stroke my hair for a bit?”

Why, of course you would. There were days when Seungmin came home stressed as fuck, but never to this extent. He would usually just vent for about half an hour and then calm down. You had an inkling that this may have had something to do with his recent promotion that forced him to make a bunch of tough decisions at work.

“I’m here,” you tangled your fingers in his locks, “I’m always here, baby.”

His breathing relaxed unbeknownst to him. His eyes were still closed.

But he was feeling… something else.

“Just… Just keep doing it.”

He would love to be taken care of as if he was helpless for a change. He would love to not fucking think about anything else besides the attention he was receiving. From the only person that mattered in this world.

You.

The satisfaction he got from your innocent ministrations reached such an extreme level that he couldn’t control his urges anymore.

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?”

“Fuck me,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, “Right here right now.”

This was the first time you were seeing Seungmin like this in all your time together. He attacked your lips with so much need that one would think you hadn’t fucked each other in quite a while.

“I need you bad,” he whispered against your lips, “Take care of me. Please.”

He had never been one to hand you the ropes that easily, or ask to be flat-out gratified like a pillow prince. You had known Seungmin as a man who knew exactly what he wanted. On the rougher side. Absolutely loving the way he crumbled you. But that day…

Something was different.

At first, you thought he was just getting turned on to the notion of being catered to, but the more you worked him, the more you paid attention to him, the more he was slipping into a different headspace.

And he noticed he loved it for some reason.

He loved the way you were handling him with such care. He loved how you were reacting to his little kisses, his warm touches, his slippery marks all over your body. He loved satisfying you as you were satisfying him.

“Am I– Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re doing fucking perfect.”

“But I deserve a reward for it,” he grabbed your face in between his large hands, “Don’t you think so, too, miss?”

Good god, stop before I eat you alive.

You had never seen him act like this before, but a part of you was so so weak for it. Your other half desperately wanting to please you, asking for your validation and the praises that would spill from your lips. This perfection of a man under you hyperfixating on the one word you would utter. With those gigantic eyes. With excruciating anticipation.

“Of course. Of course, you do,” you threw your hands around his neck, “If you make me cum, I’ll make it feel so good.”

“Like you always do.”

“Like I always do.”

You felt his slick fingers pressed against your clit rubbing you fervently, resolute to make you drip all around him. You didn’t even need to tell him how to touch you right—he knew exactly how to go about it to make you moan that loudly with his cock buried deep in you. He knew exactly how to finish you without even fucking a pump inside you. All you needed to do was look into his eyes, give in to his kisses, and let your soul be ripped apart for the umpteenth time.

“Faster. Faster!”

You let yourself cum hard, arching against his chest, pushing his head into your neck, and absolutely relishing the feeling. You melted in his arms and lips as you rode out your high and came back to your senses.

“Spread your legs for me.”

You instructed him and he simply obliged, waiting for the commands you had in store for him.

“You like the attention, don’t you?” you chuckled against his skin, “Do you like it when I shower you with love like this?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to drown you in it?” you obscenely kissed his thighs.

“Oh, god, YES!”

His wish was your command, of course. Little did you know this very first encounter was going to open the door to new realms for you.

You loved Seungmin to death, but his work functions were nothing but a bore. Just all the lawyers lawyering all over the place, talking about subpoenas, due diligences, depositions and whatnot while you just stood there downing drinks after drinks just to be able to stand them. This time around, he promised a bit of fun as the reception was hosted by an entertainment company his firm was representing, and the artists of the agency were also supposed to attend the event.

“So you can play TMZ all you want. They stop watching their mouths once they start drinking,” he threw his blazer on as a finishing touch and turned to you, “How do I look?”

You lifted your head up to check out his completed look and you almost lost it. Seungmin was legitimately wearing a collar, but to an outsider, it would just look like a bold choice of a necklace. You inadvertently bit your lips.

“Is that for me?”

He mischievously nodded with sparks flying out of his eyes. You got up and slowly clasped your hands behind his nape.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?”

“Maybe I am.”

“A bit early for mischief, don’t you think?”

He didn’t say anything, just grinned at you and smudged a little bit of your lipgloss while kissing you a bit too hungrily.

Needless to say, he had it coming. He deserved to be relentlessly teased in the car all the way to the venue for making you put on a fresh coat at the last second.

Turns out, when an entertainment company held an event like this, it was indeed much more colorful. Rather than the fancy-law-school jerks playing polo on their high horses, it was a much lighter atmosphere with chatter and laughter filling up the space.

“Wow, it’s really crowded in here,” you widened your eyes as you scanned the people with bold fashion choices all around. You and Seungmin each grabbed two glasses of vodka to chug so that this event was a little more endurable.

“I promise I’ll take you back home as soon as we can,” Seungmin subtly smacked your ass and spoke softly in a voice only audible to you, “Then we can play all night.”

“Oh, is that so?” you wrapped your hand around his waist and pulled him a little closer, “Up for a little challenge?”

“I’m listening?”

“If you can slip five ‘meong’s into your sentences while talking to these people, there will be a big treat for you when we get home.”

His lips slightly parted, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

“You mean… You mean, you’ll—”

“Mhm,” you pretended to fix his shirt and uttered nonchalantly, “I’ll suck you dry and will keep on sucking you even when you have nothing left to give me.”

Causing his brain to short-circuit like that was one of your favorite things to do, but before you could drag it on any further, someone appeared right behind Seungmin.

“Look who it is,” the man with high cheekbones and wavy bangs falling in front of his eyes threw his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder, “We don’t need a narc here tonight, man. I’ll call you when I’m being sued.”

“So like, tomorrow,” Seungmin deadpanned and the two guys broke into a laughter fit that lasted a hot minute. Then the nameless man’s gaze darted to you.

“Weren’t you married?” he asked Seungmin with his eyes still on you, “If I was your wife, I wouldn’t be that ecstatic about my husband partying with hot girls. Just saying.”

“Fine, we get it, you got game. She is my wife, dumbass,” he landed a smack on his friend’s head, “Baby, this is Minho.”

“No shit! The notorious player in the flesh,” you shook the hand of this diabolically good-looking man, “I’ve heard so much about you. Nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“So you are talking about me,” Minho seamlessly turned the handshake into a hand kiss, “May I know the context?”

“Oh, all good stuff. You’re one of the things we’re grateful for on Thanksgiving for keeping us rich.”

Minho burst into a high-pitched cackle, way too much entertained by you. Once his laughter died down, he noticed the particular accessory adorning Seungmin’s neck.

“Interesting necklace. Very tasteful,” he pointed at the collar with a knowing smile, “How come I’ve never seen you wear this to work before?”

“So? You also don’t see me coming to work in my boxers.”

A brief silence followed as Minho kept alternating between looking at you and Seungmin, and his grin grew even wider when he finally managed to connect the dots.

“Kim… fucking… Seungmin. Who knew?” Minho checked him out from head to toe, and he turned to address you directly in a lower voice, “Be honest with me. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a good boy is he being for you?”

Seungmin was quite familiar with Minho’s lack of social filters, but even then he was stunned at how straightforward he was being about this. He was nothing but composed on the outside, yet his cheeks reddening rapidly was giving him away. You, on the other hand, were just surprised Minho was able to pick up on the subtle hints this quickly.

“Eleven,” you spoke while facing Seungmin, and caressed his cheek, “He’s just the best boy. Aren’t you, baby?”

A kiss on the neck had always been Seungmin’s weakness, and you knew how his brain shut down immediately. He couldn’t even control the way he melted into your lips, more so because you were showering him with affection publicly for the first time when his head was… someplace else.

And Minho loved what he was seeing.

“I don’t mean to be bold,” he fished for something in the pocket of his leather jacket, “But if you ever want another playmate, hit me up. Seungmin knows how discreet I am.”

As he handed you a card that contained his personal number, he leaned into the small space between you and Seungmin and spoke in a hushed tone.

“And I really like to watch.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that for a second. Obviously, you two weren’t the only people in this world who were into this play, but for a long while, you actually believed you were. It never came up even during the raunchiest conversations with your friends, so you really thought this was maybe a Kim-household-exclusive thing. It should have felt invasive. Crass even. You weren’t exactly sure whether it was because you were already tipsy, or because it was Minho being this forward that tickled you inside.

“And why should we hit you up if we wanted a playmate?” you tried your utmost best to keep your composure.

“Because I’m very experienced with obedience training,” he winked and turned around, “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

After Minho left, you and Seungmin stood there for a second, looking at each other with blank stares.

“Well, that was… interesting to say the least,” you raised your brows in mild surprise. Meanwhile, Seungmin examined your face through and through and popped the question without an ounce of hesitance.

“Would that be something you wanna try?”

You were sort of taken aback by how direct he was, but then again, this was your husband in question. Of course he was able to read you like an open book. You threw caution to the wind and asked him in return.

“I mean… Would you like to try?”

“I’m comfortable with it if you are, baby.”

His expression wasn’t stern at all, which came as a relief to you. It wasn’t that you needed to include someone else in your relationship—you and Seungmin were on the healthiest terms possible as you loved and respected each other very much, but you would be lying if you said the idea wasn’t even slightly intriguing. Not solely for you, but for both of you. Trusting someone to bring a bit of a different flavor into your life. The more you kept your silence, the more the temptation clawed its way into your soul.

You caved.

“One night only,” you held your husband’s hand and squeezed as if you wanted to reaffirm something to him, “If any of us are uncomfortable with anything we stop, and don’t ever bring this up again.”

Your expectations at the beginning were simple, almost non-existent. One oddinary night where you would invite a semi-stranger into your bedroom, test the waters, and probably never see him again.

Maybe you should have gotten off your high horse sooner because one night with Minho erased everything you and Seungmin thought you knew, and he landed in your lives like a meteor.

First, he only started frequenting your bedroom.

Then, he started frequenting your dinner table.

And finally, he started becoming a part of your life. He seeped through it before you knew it.

You thought it would just be an unusual fling, but neither you nor Seungmin could calculate you would form this oddly wholesome bond among you three. The more time passed by, the more it felt like Minho and his antics were the piece you didn’t know was missing. And it felt okay.

It felt right.

You were in the middle of your usual Sunday grooming session with Seungmin that morning. You had just finished blow-drying his hair in the living room and were about to start trimming his nails when you noticed a bandaid on his finger.

“Baby, did you hurt yourself?”

“It’s– it’s nothing,” he slightly flinched in his place, “I wasn’t being careful with the knives the other day.”

You looked into his big doe eyes with a smile and placed a kiss on his finger. Right when you were about to get to work, Minho’s roar echoed all the way from the bathroom.

“THE FUCK, Seungmin?!!”

You almost flatlined whereas Seungmin just let out a snort. You recognized that impish smirk instantly.

“What did you do this time?”

“I put a snail in his bathrobe,” he leisurely shrugged.

“Baby!!!”

“He had it coming! I told him to hang his towels after getting out of the shower a billion times.”

You couldn’t help the involuntary laugh yourself, either. Their cat and dog shenanigans were a routine of your household now, and you knew for a fact they would kiss and make up before noon. Seungmin couldn’t stand it when Minho dragged out the pouting.

After dinner, you all sprawled on the couch to continue binging the show Minho picked in your usual formation: Seungmin on your lap with his chest leaned against yours and his legs on Minho. It was always during these lazy evenings that you felt like you could burst with happiness.

“Stop tickling me!” Seungmin growled at Minho who had somewhat of a knowing smile on his face.

“Did you tell her yet?”

“Tell me what?” you turned your attention to them.

“What we’ve been doing behind your back,” Minho slapped an annoyingly secretive expression on his face while munching on his popcorn.

“We said we weren’t going to say anything until tonight,” Seungmin muttered between his teeth while turning into an absolute tomato.

“What’s going on?” you sat up straight, demanding an explanation from them.

Seungmin let out a resigned exhale and removed the band-aid on his ring finger. There was an abstract figure of three delicately intertwined triangles engraved on it in black ink.

“You… got a tattoo,” you stated matter-of-factly, not knowing how to properly react to this.

“It’s… It’s not just that,” he averted his eyes to his finger, “It stands for me, you, and Minho.”

You wanted to say something, but it felt like you forgot everything in your vocabulary. The only thing you could process was how overwhelmed you were with your emotions. You just smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, to which Minho immediately protested.

“Hey, where’s my kiss?!”

“Sorry, I don’t see any tattoos on you.”

“Oh, so that’s the entrance fee,” he put the bowl in his lap on the coffee table and wiped his hands with a tissue, “Wanna show her?”

Seungmin dragged down Minho’s bottoms just enough to expose his v-line, and you saw the identical pattern peeking right under his waistband.

“Oh, you fucking did not!”

“I want my kiss,” he pointed at his tattoo, “Right here.”

After a brief pause, you leaned over to kiss Minho’s crotch, and got your ass gently bitten by Seungmin in the meantime.

“Someone’s in heat,” Minho softly chuckled, “Why don’t you accompany her to our bedroom and I’ll be right there.”

“You heard the master,” Seungmin extended his hand to you, “Come.”

The second you walked into the bedroom, he started kissing your face off right away. You knew how he was going to start moaning when you moved to his neck, so you didn’t waste any time hearing one of your favorite sounds in the world.

“Do you even know how cute you sound like that?” you chortled against his skin.

“I don’t remember telling you you can go ahead without me without permission,” Minho appeared behind you shortly after, and you felt his breathing down your nape, “Can’t wait to have your fun for two seconds?”

He placed Seungmin’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt to signal him to take it off while he rid you of your bottoms. As Seungmin inhaled your lips and fondled your breasts, you felt how hard Minho already was behind you on your bare hips.

“Come sit on my lap,” Minho pulled you towards the bed, “Let me spoil you a little.”

You watched both men get undressed for you, and once Minho made himself comfortable against the headboard, you climbed over him.

“Slick already. Love that,” he licked his lips while caressing your pussy, “Ride it. I wanna watch you make a mess on me.”

You straddled his deliciously thick thighs and started riding him. Meanwhile, Seungmin slithered his way up to steal wet kisses from Minho. Once they broke the kiss, you felt Minho’s large hand wrapped around your throat and his grip started tightening.

“Ride it properly. No cumming for the rest of the night for you if you can’t finish yourself on my thighs,” he ordered with a firm voice and turned his attention to Seungmin again, “Let’s help her out, shall we? Be a good boy and go down for me. Show us what that mouth can do.”

You watched the way Seungmin made his way between Minho’s legs and ghosted his lips on his cock, intently watching him twitch with anticipation. Then he took his entire length into his mouth and started blowing him in earnest.

“Ah, fuck, just like that,” Minho threw his head back, one hand on your waist to support you and the other hand in Seungmin’s hair, “Fucking sloppy. Just the way I like it.”

Watching the way Seungmin was going at it stirred something inside you and you started riding Minho faster. When you picked up your pace, he channeled his attention to you again.

“You know how much he loves your taste, don’t you? We’ve recently figured out something he likes more.”

“W-what… what did y– Fuck!”

“Your taste on me,” he flashed an absolutely sinister smile, “Lay down for me, gorgeous. Give me a kiss.”

As you laid down next to Minho, Seungmin began lapping at the trail you left on his thighs like there was no tomorrow. You were allowed to watch for a little bit, but the show got cut short when Minho wanted your lips on his again. His moans in your mouth became louder when Seungmin took him down his throat, and it wasn’t long before he came hard with his breath taken away by you.

“There you go, you beautiful thing,” Minho petted Seungmin’s disheveled hair and reached for his phone on the nightstand, “You know you’ve earned yourself a huge reward now, don’t you? You know where to go.”

As Seungmin crawled between your legs, he turned on his camera and started instructing him.

“Look at her all spread out and soaking wet. Begs to be pleasured, don’t you think?” Minho placed a little kiss on his temple, “I know you’re thirsty. Lap at that pretty cunt. Show me how you lick her good.”

Going down on you himself was one thing, but Minho loved keeping a personal archive of your pussy getting eaten. He frequently filmed closeups of it, especially for when he was going to be out of town.

“Oh, fuck, that’s– That feels so good,” you pressed Seungmin’s head closer to you.

“Good boy,” Minho contently grinned, “Suck on her clit now. Get it all swollen for me.”

Seungmin followed every single instruction he received to a T, rapidly tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach with his perfect ministrations. You wanted him to snap it already, so fucking bad that you started riding his face in the exact same rhythm as he was making out with your clit.

“My perfect little lap dog. I so wanna show you off, YES!”

He didn’t stop until he extracted the last drop of cum out of you, but by the time you came down, he was in a pretty bad shape himself.

“It’s time you pay some attention to the poor thing,” Minho tutted in disapproval, “Look how much he’s leaking.”

You gestured Seungmin to come up so you could give him a much-deserved loving kiss, and shifted him under you in the meantime.

“Since you’re such a good boy tonight, I’ll let you pick your own toys this time,” you kissed his crotch, “Which one do you want me to fuck you with, baby?”

Minho opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bunch of options for him, and Seungmin eventually landed on his tail plug.

“Good choice,” you grinned at him as Minho handed you the toy, “Relax for me now, okay?”

He was painfully flushed already with his precum pooling around his slit, so when you dragged your tongue on his skin, it automatically elicited a loud whine out of him. You carefully worked him from his tip to his base with wet kisses all over. Nevertheless, Seungmin had been so turned on for quite a while that he came all over himself when you barely started rimming him.

“Tsk, but that’s not very nice, is it?” Minho let out a disappointed sigh, “Do we need to go over your training again?”

“I’m– I’m sorry,” Seungmin struggled with his words in between his panting, “I’m– I didn’t mean to…”

“But why did you cum knowing full well I was just getting started, baby?” you feigned displeasure and placed a little kiss on his balls, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.”

You continued getting him wet all around his entrance as planned, not caring how much he was writhing under you.

“God, please, too– too sens– FUCK!!!”

“Yeah, well, you should have thought of that in the first place,” Minho started filming a new video, “Now you’re gonna sit there and let her pleasure you as much as she wants.”

“Shh, I’m here,” you intertwined your fingers with Seungmin’s as he kept whimpering, “I’m right here. Just enjoy it.”

He was absolutely relishing it, but he was dying at the same time. Seungmin’s moans climbed gradually louder when you started fucking him and they turned concerningly high-pitched when you finally took him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The sight was a little too hot for Minho to handle, so he couldn’t resist stroking himself, seeking relief a little too desperately.

“Damn, gorgeous, I gotta have you do this to me, too, sometime.”

You arched your ass while blowing Seungmin to make yourself a little more comfortable, but that went straight to Minho’s head. After a while, he simply couldn’t contain himself any longer. Touching himself wasn’t enough; he needed to fuck you. He was dying to fill you to the brim. He threw his phone back on the nightstand and found himself crawling behind you.

“You’re asking for it,” he firmly groped your ass, “You’re begging me to fuck you. Look how wet your cunt is just knowing I’m right behind you.”

You felt him rub his tip on your soaked folds and even that much was enough to make you clench.

“FUCK, why you gotta be so fucking perfect?!!”

He rammed himself inside you with one sharp thrust, and you started moaning against Seungmin’s cock. You started fucking him faster to force him to cum in your mouth again, and the sudden vibrations on his skin worked as the perfect catalyst. The way Seungmin thrashed under you while violently cumming and the way you were desperately moaning with your mouth and cunt stuffed hit Minho like a brain freeze. He slithered his hand between your legs to rub your clit, and once you started contracting around him hard, he pushed both of you off the ledge and creampied you just the way you loved. Having the two men you loved this much spilling into you like that was the utmost form of bliss for you.

You collapsed on top of each other to catch your breaths for a while. You were snuggling under Seungmin’s arm while Minho hugged your waist as you caressed his damp hair.

“Do you think we should get a cat?” he asked out of nowhere after some time. You were still in no position to stitch words together, so the response came from Seungmin instead.

“Why the fuck would we do that when we already have you?”

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