Jus random normal thoughtsđ¤
18+||Minors do not interact||
Smut n probably fluff n maybe probably story ideas I've had but was too lazy to write đŽâđ¨đ
đ ŕłâ§ââ sea may rise, sky may fall
chapter VIII
pairing: lee know x f!reader x han jisung
summary: jisung's intoxicated honesty pays off in that he finally gets what he's been craving so madly. but will it be so easy?
word count: 9.4k
warnings: unprotected sex; consensual sex under the influence; p in v; oral sex (m&f receiving); mxm anal sex; one tiny lil predator/prey moment but it's very hot; another fight bc these pirates thrive off drama
author's note: I'M SORRY FOR LAST WEEK'S CLIFFHANGER BUT THE CHAPTER WOULD'VE GOTTEN TOO LONG OKAY!! to make up for it, this is almost entirely smut lol (see why i couldn't add it?). mwah mwah I love you all who have been reading this and commenting religiously. you mean the world to me!
this series is đ, so minors, please DNI
series masterlist // skzms masterlist
< chapter VII - chapter IX (coming: friday, may 3, 3pm CET) >
The breath Minho expels puffs against your neck, makes a shiver run down your spine. Jisung looks like a wet dream, a siren with sweet, kissable lips, soft brown hair, an impossibly tiny waist and soft, strong muscled shoulders.
You want him so bad you ache with it.
âMeet me back at the ship,â Minho growls out, want buried somewhere deep in his voice, and Jisungâs eyes widen, like he didnât quite believe it would work. But he nods, and then Minhoâs warmth leaves your back. You watch him walk out, Jisungâs hand still on your neck. Someone bumps into his back, and it jostles him out of his reverie, seems to remind him where you are. He drops his hand. The loss of both their touch makes you shiver with a desperate kind of loss.
Jisungâs achingly deep, lidded eyes slip down to your lips, and you watch his pink tongue dart out to wet his like it holds salvation.
âNot here,â you whisper. Your voice is high, desperate. You reach a hand out, drag your fingers over the back of his. He shivers. You see your want mirrored in him. He blinks erratically, like heâs coming out of a trance.
âCaptain,â he mumbles, his voice thick and low and so, so sexy. You think the title may have never sounded better. Jisungâs eyebrows furrow, he pulls his hand out of your reach. Your heart drops.
âCaptain, I kissed him,â he whispers, quietly, sorrowfully. Scared. âMinho. A couple weeks ago. We had a fight and emotions ran high, and I kissed him and I shouldâve told you, and Iâm so sorry.â
Youâre frozen where you are, staring back at him, your face schooled into your usual impassivity, though thereâs a dull pain in your chest. You hadnât expected a confession like this. Not here, not now. Jisung takes your silence for disapproval.
âIâm sorry, captain, I understand if you no longer want this. You can just say the word. You can go back to the ship alone. But I needed you to know before we do this because âŚâ he takes a deep breath, âbecause Iâve wanted this for too long to let something like this poison it.â
The kraken in your chest rankles, writhes. But it seems undecided, confused. You force yourself to ask the heavy question on the tip of your tongue.
âDo you just want to do this to get to him?â
Jisung actually reels back at that, his eyes wide in shock, body curled in on itself like the question physically hurt. He shakes his head vehemently, reaches a gentle hand closer, until it can wrap around your wrist.
âNo! No, God, no, I ⌠Iâve wanted you since I met you,â he mumbles, his eyes trained down, but flicking up, like he wants to look at you, but he doesnât quite have the courage to. His hand slips from your wrist, down, until he can lace his fingers with yours so gently it takes your breath away. His breath hitches. âThatâs the trouble â I canât stop myself from being so greedy when it comes to you. Canât stop myself from wanting you. Both of you.â
Itâs insane, itâs mad, heâs so beautiful, his touch sets you on fire, itâs terrifying.
Abruptly, you get up and he stares up at you. You smile at him as best as you can, stretching out your hand to him.
âLetâs go then.â
He jumps up, laces his warm fingers with yours, lets you lead him through the tavern, past hazy faces, past two bodies intertwined against the wall leading to the toilets that look suspiciously like Hyunjin and Chan, though you canât dwell on it now with Jisung between your fingertips.
When you stumble out the front door, the fragrant night air rushes into your lungs. Itâs balmy, but the breeze is chilly. It clears your foggy head a little, but does nothing to quell the aching want in your belly.
You turn and meet Jisungâs eyes and something cracks, and before you can take another step to drag Jisung to the ship, he pulls you into the dark, shaded alley right next to the tavern. Heâs strong, but his movements are gentle, dark eyes hazy as he pushes you against the wall, his hands skating up to cup your face.
âI canât wait until weâre on the ship to do this,â he mumbles, hotly, sweetly, and leans in.
He kisses you, and it feels like all the blood in your body is replaced by honey, hot and sticky and sirupy-sweet. His lips are impossibly soft against yours, moving against yours with a barely contained hunger. Thereâs a tremble in his hand when he drags his thumb over your cheek. He drowns the last dregs of your self-control in his sticky sweetness.
Your lips part and your tongue searches for his, a broken moan shivering out of his throat when they touch, silky and hot, licking against yours like he wants to devour you. He wraps his arms around you, pulls you closer, unashamedly presses you against where heâs hard and straining with desire in his pants, like he wants you to know what you do to him. It makes a shiver of arousal rack through you, and you can no longer resist, allow your hand to slither under his shirt, over the soft, hot skin of his waist. You rake your nails down the soft swell of his abs, and he moans into your tongue. You want to eat up every single sound he makes.
He pulls back when he needs air, his nose still resting against yours, hot breath fanning over your lips.
âI need you,â you whisper and Jisung sighs brokenly, âback to the ship. Now.â
And he complies, grabs your hand, and you run, hand in hand, giggling, through the balmy night, down the dusty streets that are almost empty at this time of night, until your boots slither over the wet wood the quay and you have to slow down. He kisses you again once youâre in the safety of the ship, kisses you, smilingly as he clumsily walks you backwards down the hallway to your quarters.
Heâs still kissing you, eagerly licking into your mouth, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist when he pushes open the door.
You hear Minho suck in a breath. You turn your head. Heâs standing in the middle of the room, the candlelight playing off his sharp cheekbones, painting his dangerous, feline eyes an even darker shade of brown until you think heâs staring into your soul. Jisung is still pressed up against you, presses a wet kiss against your jaw as he watches Minho, too.
His name falls from your lips like a wrecked plea just as Jisung reaches out a hand and thereâs no hesitation in the way he takes the few steps it takes for him to get to you. His hands shake when he reaches for you, cradles your face in his trembling hands, fear and tension lingering underneath so much raw, aching desire it makes you dizzy. You breathe out, blink at him, try to tell him wordlessly what you canât put into words, and he seems to understand. He sighs, lets his forehead fall against yours for just a second before he tips his face forward and kisses you while Jisung watches.
Jisungâs arm around you tightens when Minho shivers out a moan, pries your jaw open with his thumb, slips his tongue into your mouth in the way he knows makes you putty in his hands. When you arch your back into Minhoâs touch and brush against Jisungâs hard cock that is still straining against your leg, his breathing goes heavy, his desire like a living thing between you.
Minhoâs pupils are blown, when he pulls back, his eyebrows drawn together in a dark determination that you know is him keeping his lust in check, but when he fixes Jisung with these eyes, Jisung gulps.
Minho stares at him, eyes flitting over Jisungâs flushed face, his chest thatâs rising and falling sharply, and then, in the blink of an eye, Minho takes a step back, bends down, grabs Jisungâs waist and throws him over his shoulder. Jisung yelps, his hands shooting out, trying to stabilise himself on Minhoâs back, and the surprise makes him look so adorable you canât help but chuckle, letting Minho grab your hand and drag you along into your bedroom. He throws Jisung onto the mattress unceremoniously, Jisungâs body bouncing on the mattress as he struggles to keep up, eyes wide and glued to Minho, who bends down and pulls Jisungâs boots down. The tent in Jisungâs pants is painfully obvious with every shift of his body. Minho looks like he wants to devour him.
Minho gets on the bed, crawls up to Jisung with a predatory look in his eyes and Jisung, half-heartedly, distractedly, scoots back, like heâs trying to escape, but his eyes are glued to Minho, a little moan falling from his lips when Minho wraps his hand around his ankle and drags him back down, pulls him right underneath his body.
âI told you to stop running from me,â Minho growls, and then he swoops down, kisses Jisung so hard the latterâs hips jump off the bed with a debauched moan. Jisungâs hands helplessly hover in the air between them, unsure of where heâs allowed to touch, until Minho grabs one of them and brings it to his waist. Jisungâs fingers dig into the fabric readily, tugging at it desperately as Minho all but devours him.
It sends an odd thrill through you, the image of Jisung underneath Minho. Itâs like a maddeningly hot out-of-body experience to see Minho like this, but itâs also impossible to rip your eyes away from Jisung; overwhelmed and turned on and uncertain, pretty and desperate under Minhoâs control.
You donât know if itâs the absinthe, but thereâs no shame about it when you crawl onto the bed, get close enough until you can hear the wet slide of their tongues, can see the twitch of Jisungâs fingers, hear Minho suck in a breath when Jisung tugs at his shirt harder. Youâre so turned on itâs making you feel dizzy, an aching heat, an embarrassing wetness pooling between your legs. Like youâre bewitched, you lift your hand, trail it up Jisungâs strong arms, over his shoulder, until itâs ghosting over his clothed chest.
Jisung gasps into Minhoâs mouth and Minho pulls back, grips his chin between his fingers, fixes him with a look that Jisung is barely able to reciprocate. Heâs beautiful when heâs so far gone.
âWhat do you want, hm?â Minho murmurs, and Jisung keens, his fingers digging into the material of Minhoâs shirt and tugging at it.
âAnything,â Jisung mumbles, âeverything ⌠you âŚâ
He tries to surge back up to kiss Minho again, but Minho pushes him down, sends you a heated look, before he turns Jisungâs head to you, lets you mould your hand around the sharp line of Jisungâs jaw and drag him into another filthy kiss, one he moans into immediately, his own hand surging up to bury itself into your hair, pulling you closer to lick deeper and deeper. You think you could kiss him like this forever.
His nails rake over your scalp when Minhoâs hands slide down his body, under Jisungâs shirt, raking up his abs, find his nipples. He chokes out a moan, spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth, and Minho chuckles darkly, pulls Jisungâs mouth from yours by the back of his hair and pulls his shirt over his head.
And despite how gone Jisung already seems, his eyes find yours immediately, gaze dipping down to your lips before he kisses you again, uses his newfound freedom to turn to you better, hands greedily sliding under your shirt, smoothing over the plush of your waist, kneading and dragging his blunt nails over every inch of skin, until his hand finds your tits, and he squeezes, his mouth opening in tandem, his kiss turning filthier and filthier as he rucks your shirt up. Spit is smeared all over your and his pretty peach lips when he pulls the fabric over your head, leaving you bare for his hands to explore.
When he kisses down your jaw, your eyes fall on Minho, towering over the two of you. His hungry eyes are trained on you, glued to your lips, raking down your naked bodies, following Jisungâs hand as he touches you, his own hand palming himself over his pants before he squeezes himself and instead busies himself with untying Jisungâs pants. He groans when Jisungâs cock springs free and smacks against his abdomen, red and hard and leaking from the tip. You canât tear your eyes from it. Itâs perfect.
âNo underwear, filthy boy,â Minho growls lowly, and Jisung chuckles cheekily into the skin of your neck before he lets his head loll against the sheets.
âI like how it feeââ
He cuts himself off with a lewd moan when Minho scrapes his nails up the inside of his thighs and wraps his hand around his cock, pumps him a few times, squeezing another few drops of precum from Jisungâs cock. Your mouth damn near waters.
Minho must notice because before you know it, he has shifted his attention to you, leaning up and over you to press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips before peppering more down the column of your throat. He hums appreciatively, taking his time running his tongue over every inch of your skin until he reaches your breasts, sucking a deep red mark in the valley between them before latching his mouth onto your nipple and sucking so hard your back arches off the bed. Jisung next to you moans softly, one hand loosely wrapped around himself as he watches with hungry eyes.
âAlways so fucking perfect,â Minho whispers, his tongue laving over your sensitive bud while his fingers are untying the strings on your pants with care, âso fucking perfect for me.â
He looks up at you through hooded eyes, and something in his eyes makes you ache. Your hand finds his hair, scraping your nails over his sensitive scalp in the way you know drives him mad, and his eyelids flutter beautifully. His eyes dart over to Jisung, and he smirks around you, rucks your pants down enough so he can bury his fingertips in your soaked folds, spreading the wetness around just shy of where you need him the most.
âSo perfect for us, hm, Jisung?â
Jisung tightens his fist on his cock with a mewl and nods. He looks at you. A strand of his wavy brown hair is plastered to his forehead. You reach up to brush it away. He follows the action like heâs mesmerised.
âOur captain,â he mumbles, and Minhoâs finger finally presses down on your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Jisung watches with rapt attention as you whimper, brows furrowing, eyes struggling to stay open, stay staring into Jisungâs own.
âFuck,â Jisung whispers, and you smile. Jisung blinks.
âI need to feel you, Jisung, Jisungie,â you mumble, another moan clawing its way out of your throat when Minho rubs you just so, âI want you to fuck me. Please.â
Jisungâs jaw falls open needily, his hand tightening on himself. More precum pearls out of his pretty cock, drips down his shaft.
âPlease, let me,â he whimpers, âGod, I want it so badâ fuck, my captain ⌠you sound so wet âŚâ
And you do, Minhoâs fingers having done a thorough job of spreading your slick all over your folds, but so does Jisung, the wet sound of his hand working over his cock mixing with the way your cunt squelches when Minho slides his fingers into you so lewd it makes your head spin. When Minho leans in and attaches his lips to your clit, you moan out pathetically loudly.
âIs that what you want, Jisung?â Minho mumbles, the vibrations of his lips against your clit making you mewl. âYou want to fuck your captain?â You bury your fingers in his hair, tug so hard you know it must hurt. But you also know he loves it. He groans prettily, his breath coming out in short bursts, as he carefully, maddeningly slowly fucks one finger into you, then two, seemingly more to keep busy than to get either of you any closer to anything. It drives you crazy.
Jisung blushes a deep pink, the colour spreading down the sculpted swell of his chest.
âWant you to fuck me, too, Minho,â he mumbles, âcouldnât stop thinking about it.â
Minho chuckles darkly. Jisung bats his eyelashes, twists his hand meanly on his cock and moans.
âYouâre so fucking big, want to feel you inside of me so badly,â he slurs.
Minho reaches out, wraps his fingers around Jisungâs wrist and tugs his hand away from his cock, making Jisung mewl out at the loss, pouting at Minho. But the pout melts from his lips, dissolves into a hiccup and a moan, when Minho pulls his mouth away from you, wraps his hand around Jisungâs cock and suckles the head between his lips.
Minhoâs hand is still between your legs, his fingers working you open as if his mouth isnât busy swallowing Jisung down so hard his eyes roll into the back of his head with a choked moan. You watch Minho, watch how his eyes glint with something that can only be described as greed, his eyes on Jisung when he swallows around him, on you when he crooks his fingers, hips barely perceptibly rutting into the bed beneath him. Your breath catches in your throat. Heâs getting off on this.
You make up your mind then, giving Minho a smirk as you gently pull his fingers from you. He glares at you and puts up a fight, but he goes pliant under your hands, moans prettily as soon as you get up, kick your pants and shoes off your body and smooth your palms over Minhoâs back.
You hum softly, in response, fingers dipping underneath the fabric to trail over the sensitive skin of his back, over to the front, the muscles in his stomach jumping with every shudder of his body. He sinks his head further down, and Jisung chokes out a groan.
âI wonâtâ I wonât last,â Jisung whines, fingers threading into Minhoâs hair in a desperate effort to ground himself. âB-been so long since ⌠hnnng anyone has touched me ⌠like this.â
âHow?â you ask breathlessly, gaze glued to his writhing body, his rippling stomach. He chokes out another moan, one that sounds almost like a sob.
âDonât make me say it âŚâ
He sounds so wrecked, it makes you dizzy with want. Your hungry hands slide down over Minhoâs clothed cock where itâs hot and leaking and so fucking tempting. You waste no time, palming him gently, but hard enough that his hips buck into your hand wantonly, like he usually only does when heâs extra needy. You slip past his waistband and take him into your palm. The fact that having both of you underneath him, having Jisungâs cock in his mouth is getting him that riled up, makes you feel insane.
Jisungâs hips jump off the bed, and he hiccups out another moan.
âFuck, fuck,â he breathes out before the confession tumbles out of his mouth helplessly. âLike you care how I feel, like you want to make me feel good, like you care about me, oh god, Minho, Iâm .. Iâm gonna ⌠like you l-love me âŚâ
The last words peter out into a desperate sob, and you donât think heâs even aware he said them when his body locks up and his hips stutter up, and he releases into Minhoâs hot, ready mouth. Minhoâs cock pulses into your hands, and he fucks into the tight fist youâre offering for him erratically as he swallows Jisungâs orgasm, and then he halts, groans, low and deep in his chest, and cums, spilling ropes of hot and sticky all over your fist and into his pants.
Jisungâs words echo in your head while you stroke Minho through his orgasm, when you pull your hand from him, wipe it on his pants, your guts swirling with warmth and apprehension. Itâs not a word you use. Itâs not a word youâve dared to speak since you said, âI love you, too, Dadâ for the last time. Never even said it to your mother again. And you know she knew. Until you couldn't anymore. Itâs not a word you let yourself use, not even in your head, not even when you think of Minho, though you know, deeply, irrevocably, despite everything, despite how hard you try, that what you feel for him goes so far beyond physical.
And despite everything that happened to him, despite everything the world has done to him, the word had just ⌠tumbled out of Jisungâs mouth.
You wonder what Minho feels â if his own sudden release had something to do with that one little word. You wonder if Minho could ever love you. Or ⌠if he could love Jisung. Find in him something that you couldnât provide him. The kraken, so blissfully, remarkably quiet so far, stirs uncomfortably in your chest. Your vision is tightening, and youâre wondering how you can somehow escape the oppressing heat of the room when Minho gets up. He turns to you cups your face in his hands, his eyes hazy and soft, a devastatingly handsome smirk on his face, before he rubs his nose against yours and kisses you, softly, sweetly. Itâs easy to get lost in, to let yourself get lost in the way his thumbs brush your cheekbones, his tongue maps out every inch of your mouth, the taste of Jisung still on his lips.
Gently, he licks into your mouth, turns you around, guides you onto the bed, parting from you only long enough to pull off his shirt, shove down his soiled pants, and you can barely get a glimpse of his body, his beautiful, strong, familiar body, before he kisses you again, his hands reverently sliding over your skin. And then thereâs a second pair of hands joining him, smoothing up your thigh, and a second pair of lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, and itâs hard to feel anything but warmth and heat and them.
âLet me taste you,â Jisung whispers into your skin, trailing his hot wet lips up your shoulder, up your neck and his breath is searingly hot on the shell of your ear. âYouâre one orgasm down, we canât have that. Let me taste you, please? I want it so bad.â
Minho hums in agreement.
âLetâs see how many times you can make her cum while I open you up.â
Twice, it turns out, is how often Jisung can make you cum with his tongue alone.
Heâs a sinful sight, face flushed and messy with your slick, eyes half closed and glazed over as he rubs his tongue all over you with an enthusiasm you have never felt before. Heâs messy, lapping up his own spit and your arousal from your pussy with fucked out little hums and moans, fucking his tongue inside of you so deeply, so deftly, you see stars. His technique is not so much technique as a desperation to make you feel good and to feel you everywhere, all at once, in turn, licking inside of you and massaging your clit and nipping at your inner thighs all at the same time, the vibrations of his moans from where Minho is steadily fucking his fingers into his hole driving you closer and closer to the edge.
He moans when you cum and grind against his face, mumbling expletives and fucked out pleas into you, dribbles precum into the sheets when you wrap your legs around his head and he can barely breathe as he steadily works you through your overstimulation and pulls the next one out of you with the help of his fingers buried deep inside you, rubbing the calloused pads of his fingers against your sweet spot. By the time you come down, youâre trembling, can barely think straight with pleasure and have to push him away before he goes for another.
Minho chuckles darkly, smoothes his palms over Jisungâs ass sweetly before giving it a spank. Jisung whimpers, keens into his touch. Minhoâs eyes bore into yours.
âGood boy,â he praises Jisung as he stares at you and Jisung preens, smiles dazedly as ruts his ass back into Minhoâs soft touches. âAre you ready to get your reward?â
Jisung moans, shakes his head.
âI ⌠I wanna feel you ⌠both,â he whines and Minho blinks twice, before he groans deeply, his hand shooting down to grab his own cock. Jisung, unaware of the effect he has, screws his eyes shut, blushes deeply. ââs so greedy, I know, but Iâve wanted you for so long, I need you both.â
His neediness, his openness, the way he stares at you with a deep blush and such big, needy, eyes when he finally blinks them open â itâs so new to you, so unlike the way you and Minho have been fucking, but itâs not bad. God, itâs not bad. Itâs maddeningly, all-consumingly beautiful. Endearing. So hot it makes your stomach turn. Jisung, in all his naked, honeyed beauty, made you feel so warm, so trusted, so ⌠entirely and unequivocally wanted.
You sit up, cup Jisungâs face, tuck a strand of errant hair behind his ear. You watch him blink at you with wide eyes, all innocence, and shock, before you pull him in for a kiss so tender it hurts you. He makes a high sound in the back of his throat, his lips going pliant against yours, letting you take what you need from him, as if youâre not trying to give him everything you could.
You canât do it for long, the ache of your heart, the threat of the kraken too strong to withstand it when he kisses you back just as tenderly. A helpless little sigh, a press of his nose into your cheek, a soft hand on your thigh, and you pull back, peck his cheek sweetly. Minho is staring at you, his face utterly unreadable. You brush it off, turn around, get on all fours in front of Jisung.
Minho moans lowly, a noise so guttural you know heâs doing his best to try to keep it together, but heâs failing spectacularly.
Jisung scoots closer, breathes out a breathless string of praises as he places his hands on your waist, presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. Minho murmurs something you can barely make out, and then Jisungâs velvety, hard cock brushes against your thigh. Jisungâs arms come to cage you in, warm, soft chest folding over your back, his breath on your neck.
Thereâs no way for you to know whatâs happening behind you, only Jisungâs breath and the small noises he makes to go by, and somehow that makes it all even hotter.
When Jisung tenses against your back, lets his head fall against your spine, all you can do is imagine what he must look like while Minho is sinking himself into him. His cock brushes against your skin again, and youâre dizzy with want.
âGod, so fucking tight, Jisung,â Minho mumbles softly, brokenly, so familiarly, and Jisung whimpers. âSo fucking good.â
An involuntary, frustrated whine fights its way out of your throat and Minho chuckles, but thereâs barely any of his usual cockiness in it. He leans further into you, and it takes you a second to realise itâs his hand that guides Jisungâs cock until his head is pushing against your entrance, head almost breaching you, tantalisingly close to what you really want.
Jisungâs arms are shaking on either side of you, and heâs panting against your neck.
And then Minho slowly pushes all the way into Jisung and pushes him forwards, until Jisungâs cock finally slides into you, sinks into you inch by inch, and the noises it rips out of you and Jisung in tandem are filthy. Minho curses out weakly, digs his fingers into your skin where heâs holding onto you. You can feel his resolve crumbling with every second.
Jisung feels heavenly inside of you, filling you up perfectly, hot and thick to the brim, just a little bit of a stretch. But itâs nothing compared to when Minho starts fucking into him, rutting Jisungâs cock deep into you with every thrust. When Jisung bottoms out entirely, kisses your womb, your arms wobble, and you nearly fold into the sheets, but Jisungâs own shaky arm winds around your waist, holds you up and against him.
âHm ⌠donâtâ he slurs, his breath punched out of him when Minho fucks into him hard, âwannâ feel you.â
So you try to stay upright, for him, but also for the slick, grounding slide of his chest against your back, the sweet noises he pants into your neck. His moans are melodic, divine, every hitch of his breath next to your ear makes you gush around him more.
Minho fucks Jisung harder, makes him mewl, his arm tightens around your waist, his fingers digging into your stomach, and it pulls you up enough for the head of Jisungâs cock to hit your womb over and over and over again, pleasure and pain mingling and shooting through your body until you can feel the tingling all the way in your toes.
Your body is so, so sensitive after your two previous orgasms, and it feels so, so good, and itâs all so much it makes your grip on reality slip, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You whimper out pathetically when the first tear falls, your cunt clenching around Jisung so hard he bucks into you with a hiccupped moan, cursing and moaning wildly. You hear Minho curse out behind you, and then his hands find your waist, holding you steady, holding you in place, and it only drives Jisung deeper and thatâs it.
Your back arches, your head falls backwards onto Jisungâs shoulder, you sob, and you fall over the edge, gushing wetness around Jisungâs cock thatâs still steadily being driven so deeply into you, you have trouble breathing. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and Jisung whimpers, moans, kisses your shoulders, does his best to hold on, to hold you, to fuck you through it.
As soon as he feels you go slack, he gently lets down so you can collapse onto the bed, pulls himself from your cunt and lets Minho pull him up against his chest. Jisung wraps his free hand around his own cock, and he only pumps twice before he cums with wail, ropes of his spend shooting over your ass and back, clenching around Minho so hard that he follows only a second later, grinding himself in deep with a string of curses and praises as he unloads into Jisung.
Youâre boneless, barely aware of the sounds around you, the sticky mess on your back. Jisung collapses next to you with a huff, his hand reaching for yours as he catches his breath, fingers lacing into yours again, just like they did in the tavern, one of his rings cold against your overheating skin. You shiver. You distantly feel Minho wipe at your back, hear him say your name, before youâre tucked into the sheets, pulled into Jisungâs chest, before Minhoâs warm, familiar, naked body slides under the sheets, wraps around your back. You fall asleep as soon as he does, with your face smushed into Jisungâs chest, where heâs already snoring next to you.
When Jisung returns to his and Felixâ cabin in the late afternoon of the following day, he half expects Felix to be there, already waiting to interrogate him on where he was last night, why he left with the captain, what on earth he was thinking â but their cabin is empty.
Everything is as he left it, Felixâs bed neat and pretty, his own unmade, sheets still crumpled how he left them before meeting the captain to go and get the maps decoded, a mere 24 hours earlier.
24 hours and so much has changed that heâs dizzy with it. The decoding of his uncleâs maps, the discovery of his murderous plot, one that would cost many people their life, the whole region its stability, the people any hope of changing governance. Finally, an opportunity for revenge, for the captain, but also for him, and for everyone else.
And then ⌠the night.
He still doesnât know what gave him the confidence to approach her, to touch her, to touch Minho, to open himself, lay himself bare at their feet, telling them how much he wanted them. He doesnât know if it was the absinthe, or the way the captainâs hazy eyes were dragging over his face, how Minho kept sneaking him glances, gaze snagging on his body. And he hadnât expected anything to come of it, if anything, heâd banked on them rejecting him,= and hopefully forgetting it ever happened.
But no, Minho had looked at it him with so much heat in his dark, predatory eyes that he nearly sank to his knees right there. And the captain â God, her fluttering eyelids, soft, hazy gazes, silky skin and plump, sweet lips.
He will never forget the way his heart was beating out of his chest when he kissed her for the first time, world hazy with that green drink and the smell of her, rosemary and seawater and sweet, sweet love. His captain, the strongest person he had ever met, all intelligent eyes and mind-numbingly soft yet filthily demanding lips and sinfully soft body that she used with such confidence, indulged him in with so much trust. And Minho, sex on legs, so scary it made him hard, with his surprisingly soft and caring and talented hands and his beautiful, huge fucking cock that made him cum so hard he saw stars.
Jisung isnât one to sleep around. He doesnât need to pretend that this isnât what it is for him. He likes them; is drawn to them like he hasnât been drawn to anyone before. And heâs long past wondering how he can feel that kind of attraction to both of them. How could he, when their bodies melted together like they did last night.
Through the porthole, he sees the sun where itâs starting to dip below the horizon, past the islands of the cove of Nassau, and realises that Felix probably needs help with dinner, painfully notices that he wouldâve needed help with breakfast and lunch, too. He gets to his feet before he can start worrying about what he knows, makes his way to the kitchen, ambling along the hallways, and he canât help but realise how good he feels. His body feels limber, warm, well taken care of, well fucked. He canât tell if he wants to keep the feeling to himself or wants to scream it from the rooftops.
When he woke up that morning, it was to the captains body pressed against his back, her tits rubbing against his back, her hand trailing over his stomach, down past his happy trail until she took his half-hard cock into her hand and starting palming him, before she threw the sheets to the side and crawled between his legs. Minho had scooted over, pulled Jisung into a kiss that was beyond anything his wildest wet dreams couldâve conjured up, nipping at his bottom lip and swallowing his moans when the captain sank him into her hot, wet mouth. He had blown his load in record time, cumming much harder than he thought he would be able to after the night before, but the captainâs nails digging into his thighs, Minhoâs fingers meanly twisting his sensitive nipples and the captainâs tongue working some kind of witchcraft on his cock made him fold easily.
But they didnât seem to mind, the captain sliding up to kiss him with traces of his spend still on her tongue, whispering about how irresistible, how perfect he was, until he was dizzy. And then Minho dragged the captain back into the pillows, kissed her quick and dirty, much to Jisungâs cockâs delight, before he slid into her from behind, his cock tearing the most sinful, sigh from his captainâs lips. Minho fucked her lazily, slowly, indulgently, and Jisung had been unable to look away, his own cock already painfully hard again just from the beauty of them, intertwined, right in front of him. Jisung was helpless, followed blindly when captain breathed out his name like a prayer, dragging him closer. He pressed himself to her front, her soft skin sliding against his with every single one of Minhoâs thrusts, and he had indulged, swallowing her moans with his mouth, his hand snaked between them to rub his cock against her clit, fingertips sliding down to rub where Minho was fucking into her until she came, creamy and wet, and all over both of them, so filthy and perfect that it pulled Jisung over the edge again, spilling all over her thighs and Minhoâs cock when he pulled out and unloaded all over them.
Minho had gotten up without another word, left Jisung in bed with the captain, who calmly told him he was drawing them a bath when she noticed him fidget. And for an anxious second, Jisung had to fight with the knowledge that this was normal for them, that they did this often, they belonged together and he â was an intruder. He felt their tenderness, and he felt like they were all on the same page, but what if that was not what they thought after all. What if he was a temporary distraction, a one-night fling, something to spice things up, before they dropped him as soon as he left the room. But then the captain pulled him in with those same achingly solid, confident, and beautiful hands and kissed him lazily, willing him out of his head and right into her pliant warmth. And she kept kissing him, protesting so heartbreakingly in the back of her throat when he so much as slightly pulled back, and he could do nothing but succumb, lips trailing over skin, sucking bruises and laving tongues, until his lips were swollen and raw and his heart beating in his throat with the sheer magnitude of what he was feeling.
It was clear that whatever the captain and Minho had, was more than sex, whether they labelled it as such or not. They never said it, of course, but it was clear as day in the way they looked at each other, in the way Minho always checked in with her, in the way she touched him, pulled him close, almost like she needed his contact to survive.
He didnât fully understand why they hesitated, when their love was so beautifully obvious to everyone around them, but he would give them time. He just hoped they would figure it out before they could shatter his own heart into a million pieces. But somewhere along the lines, Jisung seemed to have lost his own sense of self-preservation because he realised he would let them, just for the chance to have them like this, however long he could.
Jisung sends a tentative wave to some of his crew-mates in the living area as he passes, one they return lazily, passing a bottle of rum back and forth, presumably to nurse their way through the worst of their hangover.
The mess and the kitchen are suspiciously quiet as he makes his way in. Jisung assumed he would find Felix in the middle of prep, maybe peeling potatoes or cutting up some other vegetables, but when he opens the door, he is faced with four of his friends, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed in front of them.
Felix front and centre, his eyes furrowed into an expression of disapproval, Chan behind him, scowling in disappointment. Hyunjin was to the side, his head in his hands, as he observed Jisung without a smile. Seungmin sits on a stool, his iron glare boring into Jisungâs soul.
âWha-,â Jisung asks, but his voice gives out. His heart thumps uncomfortably against his ribcage. He clears his throat, tries again.
âWhat is this?â
Felixâ frown doesnât budge. It freaks Jisung out more than anything else. It feels wrong.
âThis is an intervention,â he states, simply, and Jisung blinks stupidly. âFor you. Because you slept with the captain.â
Jisungâs mouth falls open, ungracefully. The words, spoken like that, burn. He wants to correct him, wants to yell at him, tell him that it was so much more, so much more than just âsleeping togetherâ and so much more than what Felix could ever know. But Felix continues before Jisung can even finish the thought.
âAnd donât even try to lie about it, I saw you two leave last night.â
The fact that denial didnât even enter his mind makes anxiety slam into Jisung like a freight train. Chan straightens up behind Felix, shifts his weight, before he finally explodes.
âI talked to you about this just the other day, Jisung. I came to you, in full trust, and I asked you why you kissed him.â
Jisung blanches. Theyâre all looking at him. He feels their disapproval like a punch in the gut.
âYes, I told them, but only after you left with her last night. But the point is â I asked you not to pursue Minho, I told you that they have a thing going on, something that goes much deeper than we all probably know. And you said nothing would happen, and now what? You sleep with her?!â
Felix places a calming hand on Chanâs arm and he deflates. The pots are already boiling on the stove, Jisung notes. Seems like they planned this thoroughly. He feels like he might be sick.
âLetâs cut to the chase,â Seungmin pipes up, getting to his feet slowly, calmly. His voice is as steady as ever. âIs this some kind of fucked up game youâre playing? Are you maybe still in your uncleâs pocket after all? Are you trying to take us down by destroying the foundation of our entire crew?â
Jisung makes a strangled sound, somewhere between a cough and an undignified squeal. Itâs pathetic, and he hates himself for it so much he wants to throw up.
âSeungmin!â Hyunjin exclaims, and glares at the younger man. Seungmin just shrugs.
âWhy beat around the bush?â
Hyunjin shakes his head and gets up, walks over to Jisung. Jisung notices how his eyes drag over his neck, and he suddenly feels very self-conscious, feels the drag of the captainâs lips against his skin still, feels his heartbeat in a bruise Minho sucked right below his jaw.
âJisung, we donât think youâre lying to us, okay?â Hyunjin reassures him, and he looks like he could be telling the truth, at least.
âBut,â he continues, carefully, eyeing Jisung like he might explode any second. And he might. âyou have to understand â we donât know why else you would be ⌠doing this. Going after the captainâs partner, then the captain herself. And now sleeping with her?! Do you have any idea what will happen when Minho finds out?!â
Hyunjin goes a little pale at the thought. He looks genuinely worried when he whispers the next words. âHeâll kill you.â
The implication, how wrong all of this is, finally pushes Jisung out of his stupor. He opens his mouth, tries to find the words, loses his courage. He wills his heartbeat back into his chest. Fixes his gaze on the floor.
âYou ⌠you donât understand,â he mumbles lamely, and he hears Chan scoff. But Hyunjin steps closer, places a supportive hand on his shoulder.
âTry us. Maybe we can.â
âHyunjin,â Felix says sharply, âwe talked about this.â
But Hyunjin just fixes him with a glare before turning back to Jisung.
Jisung feels suffocated under their eyes, the fading bites on his skin, the phantom of the pleasure still in his bones, itâs too much.
âI didnât sleep with the captain,â he exclaims, and flinches, âwell, I did, but âŚâ
âWhat the fuck?!â Chan barks, and Jisung flinches. He steels himself, and faces his angry face, all their angry, disbelieving faces. He lifts his hands defensively, hides behind them because heâs ⌠scared, he realises.
âLet me finish. I did sleep with her, but I promise, it wonât be a problem, okay? Because ⌠because,â itâs like the whole room is holding its breath waiting for him to drop the bomb. Then he realises itâs just him, and finally exhales. Shakily.
â⌠because Minho was there, too.â
Silence. Deafening silence.
Hyunjin takes a surprised step back, ogles him with wide eyes. Chan breathes out a quiet what?!, and even Seungmin looks shocked.
âWhat do you mean Minho was there?â Felix asks, incredulous.
Jisung blushes even harder. His face feels like itâs about to go up in flames. His chest like it will cave in. He thinks he might not make it through this conversation.
âWell, he was there. But not just ⌠I mean, he was also ⌠uhh ⌠involved, so to speak âŚâ
Everyone is still staring at him, so he just sighs loudly, throwing his arms up in defeat. Anxiety makes him stupid sometimes.
âWe all fucked, okay? I fucked the captain, Minho fucked me, he fucked her, he sucked me off, I ate her out, âŚâ
All four of them yell almost in unison, Chan trying to cover his ears, Seungmin squeezing his eyes shut.
âWell, fuck you! You asked!â he yells indignantly, irritation bubbling in his guts. This was really messing up his post-best-night-of-his-entire-life glow.
âYouâre not fucking with us?â Felix asks, and Jisung shakes his head.
Out in the living area they hear Minhoâs loud voice yell something, and Hyunjin looks at Jisung, then at the door, and before he Jisung can stop him, he darts out. He returns moments later, dragging a confused, slightly irritated Minho behind him. When his eyes fall on Jisung, they do something that Jisung had never seen before. A softening, a glimmer of familiarity. Itâs breathtaking. Jisung almost makes the mistake of smiling at him like a lovesick fool. But he catches himself.
âMinho, we need you to be honest with us. What did you do last night?â Felix asks, sombrely, but much softer than he was to Jisung. Jisung bristles, turns to Minho.
âThey ambushed me to confront me about last night, and they refuse to believe what you were there,â he explains, and Minhoâs face goes from confused, to angry, to stony. Then he slowly turns to Felix, nails him with a glare so utterly dark, Jisung doesnât know how Felix can stand it. But he does.
âWhat did I tell you about speculating about the captain and my private life? And what did I say I would do to you if you told other people about your theory?â
If Felix is intimidated, heâs hiding it well. He tosses his head.
âWeâve all long known that something is going on between you and the captain, and your secret is safe with us. Nobody beyond this room knows, and none of them will learn of this conversation. We just want to make sure nobody is fucking with our captain.â
Minho stares at him for a little longer.
âNobody beyond this room?â
Felix shakes his head.
âNobody beyond this room knows what weâre talking to Jisung about, and nobody will know.â
Minho nods, freezes for a second, blinks. Then an almost eery, slightly evil smile stretches across his lips. Felix, to Jisungâs satisfaction, finally looks a little bit uncertain.
Minho half turns to Jisung, fixes him with a look that makes a shiver run down Jisungâs spine.
âIn that case,â he muses, âJisungieâs not lying. He was with me and the captain last night.â
Jisungie. Jisungâs heart skips a beat.
And before he knows whatâs happening, Minho takes two steps towards him, easily tips his head up with his thumb and kisses Jisung, right there, right in front of them. Jisungâs eyes widen before they slip shut, and he melts into it. Minho licks into his mouth, practised, almost sweetly, and altogether way too filthily for the situation they find themselves in. Jisung knows itâs to punish them. He kisses him back dirtier. Minho smiles against his lips. Heâs already aching with need all over again.
But Minho pulls back much too quickly, leaving Jisung dazed and sobering and blushing and entirely unable to meet anyone elseâs eyes.
âThat clear things up?â Minho asks, looking straight at them, sickeningly sweetly, his hand still cupping Jisungâs face. He doesnât even wait for their response before he turns on his heels and stomps out of the kitchen. Jisung wishes he could just follow him, but he has to face the music.
âJisung,â Hyunjin says softly, hesitantly comes closer again. He places his hands on his shoulders, but Jisungâs patience is at its limit. He brushes Hyunjin off, ignores the latterâs pained grimace.
âWhy do you always assume Iâm lying?â he asks, indignation thick in his voice. The faces looking back at him are surprised, Hyunjin just looks guilty.
âNo matter what I do, you always think Iâm trying to sell you out. Last time with Minho, now with this. Why are you so dead set on the fact that Iâm going to betray you, when I have done nothing to make you think that?! I keep telling you that Iâm on your side, I kill my uncleâs men right in front of you, I help the captain and Minho formulate a plan to take him down and then ⌠I come back here and the first thought you have when I just ⌠do what I want to do, is that Iâm, somehow, trying to sell you out?! What the fuck?!â
He feels a familiar tightness in his chest and the way Chan avoids his eyes, the way Hyunjin grimaces at him, it only makes him angrier.
âJust say you donât fucking trust me and be done with it. But that means what I do and who I fuck is none of your goddamn business.â
And with those words, he turns around and stomps out of the room. Nobody even calls after him.
He pretends to be asleep later that night, when Felix turns in for the night. Heâs later than usual, Jisung can tell from the position of the moon heâs been staring at for the last few hours as he has willed the warmth, the pleasure back into his body, where it had been displaced by cold shame. He hasnât been very successful. He couldâve gone back to Minho and the captain, but he couldnât bring himself to. If they rejected him now he might do something stupid. He still might, because the thought of them, together, as they always have been, happy and sweet and without him, as they always fucking have been, sends him spiralling into territory he would rather not go.
But now Felix is here, changing out of his clothes quietly. Jisung knows heâs late because Jisung wasnât there to help with clean-up. He knows itâs petty, but he thinks itâs only fair.
When Felix has changed out of his clothes, he doesnât climb up to his cot immediately, like he usually does. He wavers, before he gingerly sits on Jisungâs bed.
Jisung canât swallow down the scoff he makes. Felix doesnât take the bait. Jisung wishes he did. Anger would be easier.
âI think itâs because nobody around here has ever been as honest as you,â Felix finally murmurs. He sounds apologetic. He hesitates for a moment, as if to see if Jisung will interrupt him. But Jisung stays stubbornly silent.
âThe likes of us usually donât go around wearing our hearts on our sleeve like you do. Even when weâre on someoneâs side, we play our cards close to our chest. Because you never know, you know? It takes a lot for us to trust someone. Because we all got fucked over one too many times by people we thought we could trustâ
Jisung stays still, lets Felixâ words wash over him.
âBut you âŚâ Felix continues, and lets out a weak little laugh, âyou walked in that first day, and you seemed to have already decided that you would trust us. You gave us your story and told us youâd be ready to turn against not just the governor, but your own family and ⌠well, nobody else has ever just been like that. It almost felt ⌠too good to be true.â
Jisung clamps his mouth shut. He doesnât want to give Felix the satisfaction of arguing with him again. Not after everything else has been used against him.
âBut thatâs not your fault, is it,â Felix murmurs, and Jisung canât help it any more. He turns around, sits up, stares at Felix. Puffy eyes and bruised neck and shame and all. Felix looks away, fixes his eyes on the floor. âI think itâs admirable. Itâs ⌠itâs why I like you so much. Iâm pretty sure itâs why the captain likes you, and Minho, too. Scratch that, itâs why everyone has been so immediately taken with you. You are so easy to love, so easy to trust, weâre just all ⌠hurt and jaded and in pain âŚâ
âSo am I, though âŚâ Jisung mumbles and Felix huffs out a small, humourless laugh. He places his warm hand on Jisungâs leg. Jisung hates how much the touch soothes him. Felix gives him a sad little smile.
âWell, then youâre doing a hell of a job loving regardless.â
Jisung doesnât entirely know what that means, but he doesnât ask. After a beat of silence, Felix speaks again.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is that weâre sorry, Iâm sorry. The thing is, we do trust you, deep down, more than we would anyone else considering how long weâve known you, and we love that youâre part of the crew because you added so much. Maybe thatâs why the idea of you turning on us now is extra painful. It would shatter a lot of our trust, again, and, like I said, weâre already bad at that. Trusting people.â
He squeezes Jisungâs thigh one more time, before he gets up. Jisung misses it. Felix hesitates in front of his bed, fiddles with the hem of his pyjama shirt, avoiding Jisungâs eyes.
âCan I ask, though ⌠If you didnât sleep with the captain and Minho to break them apart, why did you sleep with them?â
Jisung stares at him, feels his face heat up. His chest aches where his heart is threatening to break.
âBecause I wanted to,â he says quietly, eyes falling to the patchwork of his sheet, plucking at a stray piece of string.
âDo you ⌠I mean, is it just fun or ⌠do you like them?â Felix asks, and Jisung huffs out a humourless laugh.
âI really like them. Both of them. Like, way more than I should.â
Felix hums, but Jisung doesnât dare look up. The silence heâs met with hurts. Feels portentous.
âBe careful, Jisung, with your heart,â Felix finally says. Itâs small. Quiet. âWhen I say weâre bad at trust, I mean we can also be pretty bad at that kind of thing. Love. We donât usually get to have that any more. We usually think we ⌠donât deserve it.â
Jisung feels his words like tiny little knives stabbing him in his chest. Outwardly he just nods and Felix looks at him, sighs, and turns to climb up to his cot.
âOkay, enough lecturing. Iâm sorry, Jisung, I really am. And I trust you. Iâm glad you found us.â
He already has one foot on the ladder when Jisung manages to breathe out his name.
âFelix?â
âHm?â
âCan I have a hug?â
Felix chuckles, light and airy, and it makes some of the weight from Jisungâs heart dissolve into the night.
âOf course, silly,â he says and lunges onto Jisungâs bed, tackling him to the mattress. Jisung squeals, yells, pretends to shove Felix off, but the warm weight of him, his hair, soft and still smelling like plum pudding, itâs all he needs.
They wrestle and yell until Changbin slams his fist into the wall and yells at them to shut up.
< chapter VII - chapter IX (coming: friday, may 3, 3pm CET) >
series masterlist // skzms masterlist // kofi
đ series taglist and general taglist open!
be 18+ and have your age in bio when you ask to be added
taglist part 1: @puppyminnnie @like-a-diamondinthesky @lyramundana @laylasbunbunny @minsflannelwrap148
Left me at a very very very high clifff maaaanđŤđŠđŠđĽş....been reading this since day 1 n each chapter is better than the previous oneđĽ°đ¤
@skzms i will read this series even if am on life support đŠđĽ°
đ ŕłâ§ââ sea may rise, sky may fall
chapter VII
pairing: lee know x f!reader x han jisung
summary: will the code be cracked? will the captain, jisung, and minho finally crack, too?
word count: 7.7k
warnings: mentions of parent death; mentions of murder; ptsd flashback? very mild, tough; probably ooc ryunjin and yeji cameos; drinking
author's note: wheeee this one has lotsa plot (something still so new for me and this chapter felt like a huge turning point in my writing but I hope you like itttt) but also some other developments đ and some more minho backstory. enjoy!!!!!! ily all!!
this series is đ, so minors, please DNI
series masterlist // skzms masterlist
< chapter VI - chapter VIII (coming: friday, april 26, 3pm CET) >
Minho thinks he can smell the stink of Nassau as soon as the ship rounds the sandbanks and palm trees of Hogg Island and enters the channel. Itâs unlikely, he knows, but something about the familiar view of the tree-strewn main island, the church bells ringing across the water, of the squat houses along the coast, the call of the herring gulls overhead.
He forces himself to stand on the quarterdeck next to the captain, behind Seungmin, who navigates past the sandbank and into the wide harbour. When they get closer, Jeongin pokes his head out from the lookout.
âThey are signalling for us to anchor at the quay!â he yells, surprise evident in his voice.
Hyunjin scoffs further down the deck, leans against the railing next to Chan.
âThey know weâre about to make their traders half a yearâs worth of money.â
The captain shrugs, a small, but pleased smile on her lips.
âDock at the quay then, Seungmin,â she orders, and Seungmin nods.
Twenty minutes later, Minhoâs boot hits the slippery wood of the Nassau quay â and now heâs really smelling it, the distinct mix of brackish water and heat-spoiled rum. A laughing gull starts its maniacal cackle on a pole sticking out of the water right next to him and suddenly, itâs 16 years earlier.
12-year-old Minho, tears running down his cheeks, mixing with the rainwater that was slowly, ruthlessly soaking him to the bone as he heaved shovelfuls and shovelfuls of wet, heavy mud out of the cemetery plot he had begged the vicar to let him have. He didnât even have a headstone, only a cross he had nailed together out of one of their chairs and carved her name into, but he wanted her to have this. A resting place to call her own. The vicar had had pity on him, and had probably seen her at his services often enough. That, or he knew that Minho didnât have anyone else to ask money from. He was alone in the world now.
Another shovelful hits the grass next to the hole heâs digging, and he sobs, his lithe arms shaking and his heart a dead thing in his chest, his motherâs voice still in his ears, telling him that he will be okay, that he can do anything he sets his mind to. That heâs her son, and that that alone means he will survive anything.
She didnât, though. She was dead. He had found her, in her room. And now he was burying her. Or trying to.
He hears the laughing gull when the shovel slips out of his hands the first time. Intoning its mocking laughter, as the mud cakes into Minhoâs wounds, stings so bad it drives more tears from his eyes. Only a few more feet to go, he tells himself; tells himself his mother is watching, has her warm, soft hand on his shoulder as he digs. He owes her this. The cold, gold cross is stuck to his chest. The laughing gull cackles. He picks up the shovel again.
âMinho?â
Hyunjinâs hand finds his shoulder and squeezes. His voice cuts through the fog in Minhoâs head and suddenly the air is warm, the sun is burning down on him, his mother has been dead and buried for 16 years and he survived.
âHmm?â is the only answer he can muster, along with a grimace of a smile. Judging by the look on Hyunjinâs face, he is not fooling anyone.
âTake a deep breath for me?â Hyunjin suggests softly and Minho does, focuses on the sun, the sound of the water lapping against the ship, on Hyunjin behind him and takes a shaky breath in and out.
Hyunjin massages his shoulders gently, hums encouragingly.
âThere you go,â he mumbles, rounding Minho so he can look at him. His eyes are big and full of worry. âBetter?â
Minho blinks at him, nods, something tiny and needy raising its head in his heart; he hadnât realised just how much heâd missed his friends these last few months.
âThanks,â he breathes out, but Hyunjin just smiles, shakes his head.
Minho returns his smile, and itâs shaky, but apparently more convincing because Hyunjin pats his shoulder one more time before he steps back.
âWill you be okay? I need to go see about rations, but do you want me to get Changbin?â
Minho shakes his head.
ââCaptain and I are about to go see the code person now.â
Hyunjin nods, gives Minhoâs shoulder one more solid squeeze before he turns and walks off and into town. The laughing gull has long since flown off, only the herring gulls crying above him as he waits.
But when the captain climbs down from the ship, any and all warmth Hyunjin left behind vanishes. Because Jisung is right behind her.
Minhoâs shoulders tense almost immediately. Jisung fixes him with a shy look that is entirely too infuriating for Minho to handle. The gall, to act innocent âŚ
âMinho, you ready?â the captain asks, quirking her eyebrow and giving him a glare that Minho doesnât need so much as a second thought to interpret as be nice or else. He can be nice, he thinks. Though it seems thatâs more Jisungâs forte. Being overly nice and worming his way into business that isnât his.
His nod to the captain is terse, but she accepts it, motions for them to follow her down the quay and into the small town. He doesnât spare Jisung another glance, his eyes stubbornly ahead or on the captain as she takes them down a lane to the right that leads straight out of the small town.
Minho doesnât look left when they pass the street he knows leads to the old church with the little churchyard that he hasnât been to in 16 years, though its presence burns a hole into his heart. Only when theyâre almost all the way out of town does he realise his fists are clenched.
They walk in complete silence for a while, Minhoâs scowl enough to intimidate Jisung and make the captain not want to deal with him. He doesnât fight it. They walk and Minho notices, with considerable relief, how the stench of Nassau fades as they walk down the long dirt road. Itâs almost serene out here, with the sea glimmering on one side, huts scattered along the road on the other, closely bordered by thick woodland. There are more birds out here, apart from gulls. A swallow flits from tree to another with a vibrant twitter, a heron stalks through the marshy water of a little inlet.
When theyâve gone a decent way out of town, the captain finally comes to a halt in front of one of the scattered huts. Itâs a relatively large one, two-stories of wood with the paint chipping off, surrounded by an overgrown garden and bordered by a rotting, hand-built fence that looks like itâs seen better days. There are countless pots of all shapes and sizes lined up along the side of the house, bushels of herbs and other exotic plants Minho doesnât recognise thriving towards the sun. The whole garden is unkempt, the native plants, taking advantage of their native soil, battling some more exotic plants that have clearly been planted with purpose. Nobody seems to bother to mediate this fight. Despite the heat of the day, thereâs smoke billowing out of the chimney.
âLetâs hope they can help us,â the captain murmurs, and pushes open the rickety gate. Minho follows her first, leaving Jisung behind him, following right behind her as she walks up to the front door of the hut and knocks confidently.
Thereâs a commotion from the inside, and the door opens just a crack before itâs ripped open entirely. All Minho sees is a flurry of wispy black hair before two arms with countless golden bangles and bracelets wrap around the captainâs shoulders with a deafening jingle, pulling her into a crushing hug that almost sweeps her off her feet. The captain breathes out a yelp and a giggle, bubbly and light and entirely unfamiliar.
The blur of wispy hair and golden bangles pulls back, and Minho sees itâs a young woman, around the captainâs age, with a boyish face, sparkly eyes and a gigantic, warm smile on her face. She takes the captain by the shoulders and shakes her gently.
âYou havenât come to visit in three years, Y/Nie!â she exclaims, but itâs clear sheâs just teasing. Thereâs no hiding the excitement in her voice.
The captain giggles again, and Minho swears itâs the prettiest thing heâs ever heard.
âIâm sorry, Ryu,â she says, squeezes the other womanâs arms back, âIâm a little busy these days.â
âOf course, captain,â the woman laughs, and winks. Then her gaze finally sweeps past her old friend and lands on Minho and Jisung, her face falling, an unfocused confusion in her eyes as she looks between them, and then the captain a few times. Thereâs something penetrating in her gaze, like sheâs seeing much more than he wants her to, and it unsettles him, makes anxiety prickle all over his body. Ryujin blinks at the captain, and the captain laughs nervously.
âSorry, how rude of me. This is Minho, my second-in-command, and this is Jisung, he just joined us recently.â
Minho bows tensely, trying not to squirm away from the strange womanâs stare. Jisung next to him is a fidgeting mess, blushing as he bows. The captain turns to them.
âAnd this, this is Ryujin. Sheâs one of my oldest friends, along with ⌠is Yeji here? We kinda need her help.â
Ryujin nods, and turns around, waving for the three of them to follow her.
As soon as Minho steps over the threshold, itâs like he steps into a furnace. Thereâs a fire burning in the fireplace, something bitter and herbal smelling brewing in a pot, and it fills the entire room with an excruciatingly moist heat and an overwhelming aroma. Sweat starts beading on his forehead almost immediately. Next to him, Jisung stumbles over a stack of books and Minho glares at him. Jisung blushes.
âSorry,â he mumbles, and Minho rolls his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Why are you so nervous?â
Jisung shrugs, his bottom lip jutting out.
âI dunno, I just ⌠I get nervous around new people, okay?â
Minho rolls his eyes again, but he feels a flicker of warmth deep in his chest as he watches Jisung, his eyes big and sparkling in the low light of the fireplace, ringed fingers twisting around each other. He smothers the flicker brutally.
âBaby, is that really Y/Nie or am I hearing things,â a female voice calls from upstairs and as soon as Ryujin calls up an affirmative, a woman with cat-like features and fire-red hair comes barreling down the stairs, squealing as she runs towards the captain, who catches her effortlessly, twirls her around.
âI canât believe it took you so long to come visit,â the woman, Yeji, Minho assumes, breathes into the captainâs hair before she pulls back, holding her at armâs length so she can look her over. Then she gives the captain a playful glare.
âI wrote?â The captain offers, sheepishly, and Yeji rolls her eyes, but thereâs a smile on her lips.
âDonât even believe for a second that we didnât hear about it every time you were in Nassau and didnât make your way out here.â
The captainâs face falls, an unfamiliar shadow of uncertainty and embarrassment in her eyes. In another world, Minho has the ability to reach out, wipe the sadness from her beautiful face. In this one, he just watches, his face schooled into a cool neutrality. Jisung next to him fidgets with a ring.
âI ⌠I couldnât âŚâ she starts, but trails off, dropping her gaze to the floor, âI never had the time, either we didnât stay long enough or I couldnât get away from the ship. I promise, I âŚâ
Yeji shuts her up by pulling her into another hug.
âDonât worry, Iâm just teasing you. All that matters is that youâre here now. Why donât we take a look at whatever that is in your bag. But before that âŚâ
She turns to Minho and Jisung, sending them a bright smile. Minho likes her better, she doesnât give him the creeps.
âMy nameâs Yeji, Iâm Ryujinâs wife. Half of our love story wouldnât have been possible without Y/N actually, so weâre always happy to see her.
âHardly,â the captain interjects, âyou only talked a strangerâs ear off about this really cute clairvoyant girl you wanted to go see until said stranger took pity on you and went with you.â
Clairvoyant? That would explain why sheâs so creepy.
Yeji sticks her tongue at the captain. Minho tries to imagine a younger captain, her expression less schooled, her gait less confident, her hair maybe longer, her eyes brighter, in a bar, all by herself. He wonders if he would remember if he met her then. Wonders if he wouldâve had the courage to go up to her, to strike up a conversation. Wonders if they wouldâve even gotten along. His heart wants to say yes.
âWell, if you hadnât been there that night, I wouldâve never gotten the courage to go see her. And then we wouldnât have exchanged names, and we wouldnât be here today. But enough about us,â she laughs, and turns back to the two men, âyou are?â
Minho bows, tries to smile at Yeji, but itâs hard. Heâs not good at this.
âLee Minho, the captainâs second-in-command.â
Yeji greets him, a gentle smile on her lips, before she turns to Jisung. Jisungâs face is flushed, whether because of the frankly ridiculous heat in the room or because heâs still nervous, Minho doesnât know. He bows, too, but when he rises, he sends Yeji such a disarming, crooked smile that Minho gets annoyed. Of course, he would make a better first impression.
âH- Jisung, my nameâs Jisung, I joined the captainâs crew recently.â
Ryujin suddenly gasps.
âOh, thatâs interesting!â
Minho canât help the scowl on his face when he looks over at her.
Yeji turns around, but the captain intercepts the situation.
âJisung is Han Yujunâs nephew. We found him on one of his uncleâs ships, and he wanted to join us.â
Yejiâs eyes narrow. She lets her eyes drag up and down Jisungâs form.
Jisung straightens up, his nervous hands twisting together in front of him. One of his knuckles cracks and Minho wants to reach out, still those cursed, restless hands. Jisung wearing his heart on his sleeve drives him fucking crazy. It would get him killed one day.
âThey saved me, really,â Jisung offers with a much weaker smile now, âmy uncle has always hated me, tried to get me killed on foolhardy missions. And I hate him, for what he did to me, for what he does to everyone else under his governance. I want him gone.â
Yeji throws a glance at Ryujin, waits until the latter has stared at Jisung for another few seconds and gives some kind of nod of approval. Once she does, Yeji relaxes.
âWell, an enemy of Han Yujunâs, whatever shape he may take, is a friend of ours. Welcome, you two.â
âThatâs actually what we need your help with, Yeji,â the captain begins. Carefully, she pulls the two maps from her satchel, walks over to the table in the middle of what most likely is meant to be the dining room, but is really only another densely packed living room, and unrolls them.
âThese are maps we intercepted on Han Yujunâs ships. One on the one Jisung was on, another on one that attacked us a few weeks later. At first, we thought they were maps, but geographically, they make ⌠no sense. So we figured, theyâre âŚâ
âA code,â Yeji breathes out, her eyes fixed on the maps as if sheâs magnetised to them. She takes them from the captainâs hands, and arranges them on the table, pulling a piece of paper and a pen from a drawer.
âExactly,â the captain breathes out. She watches Yeji carefully, throws a glance to Ryujin, whose eyes are impassive, âand with how intricate the maps are, how carefully drawn, the fact that the edges are gilded â it all speaks to the fact that Han Yujun was trying to impress someone.â
Yeji runs a finger over the tangled up shapes around the edge of the map, scribbles something down.
âIf you can even just help us find out who that is, we would already get us further than we have in years. But if we can find out what these messages say, thereâs no telling what we might be able to do.â
Minho can hear it, the tremor in the captainâs voice. Ever since he can remember, all the petty criminals they fought, the crews of wayward pirates who went against the code, who violated everything humanity stood for, the end goal had always been Han Yujun, the man who had ruined more lives than they could count.
âGilded edges,â Ryujin mumbles, and shakes her head.
Jisung steps up to the table, though he still looks nervous, half his body hiding behind the captainâs.
âMy uncle always tried to impress the other governors of these islands,â Jisung says, a hand running through his shaggy hair restlessly. When the captain turns to him, his ears tint pink, âthrowing lavish dinners he couldnât afford, forcing himself into jewelled waistcoats that he barely managed to button up. It was pitiful, most of the other governors hated his guts.â
Ryujin frowns, but chuckles drily.
âNot like theyâre any better.â
Jisung shrugs.
âSome of them were better than others, but none of them were worse than my uncle. Most of them caught onto him pretty fast, only visited once, twice at most, before it dawned on them what a piece of shit he was. Avoided him like the plague afterwards, âŚâ
Ryujin hums. Thereâs a faraway look in Jisungâs eyes, and he buries his fists in his pockets. The captain slides a comforting arm around Jisungâs shoulders, gives him a little squeeze. Jisung leans into the touch, gives her a shy smile, bats his eyelashes at her. Minho wants to shove Han Jisung into the ocean.
âWell, sounds like weâd be doing more people a favour by putting your uncle behind bars,â the captain jokes and Jisung laughs. Thereâs a familiarity between them that makes Minhoâs stomach churn.
âYouâd be doing everyone a favour,â Jisung sighs, and rolls his eyes, his head tipping in her direction just enough that he can blink at her cheekily, making the captain breathe out a light little laugh that Jisung drinks in greedily.
Scratch that. Minho wants to drown Han Jisung with his bare fucking hands.
But he stays where he is, aching, wanting to be anywhere but here and yet nowhere else but by her side. Nausea rises in his throat. If only it wasnât so fucking hot in this room, he thinks, as a bead of sweat drips down his neck.
Yeji is still scowling at the paper, scribbling furiously, and Ryujin sighs.
âSheâll be busy with that for a while, why donât you help me make some tea, Y/N?â
The captain nods, throws Minho a glance that he hopes he returns with some semblance of normalcy, though thereâs no telling any more, and follows Ryujin into another room.
âIâll wait outside,â Minho announces into the silence as soon as sheâs gone. His voice sounds odd and out of place in the room, and he turns around before he is forced to reckon with an answer.
Minho knows that the air outside is technically hot, humid, and hot, but compared to the sweltering heat of the little hut, the breeze blowing over his sweaty neck actually makes him shiver. Letting his eyes rove over the small garden, he spots a small metal bench, tucked into a little spot against a hedge that borders the rickety fence. He takes a few steps towards it, eyes it carefully to make sure it can actually hold him. But it looks sturdy enough. He sinks down, and he lets his head fall into his hands. He takes a deep breath. It comes out shaky.
He hates being back here. He fucking hates Nassau with all his heart. For everything it did to him, everything it took from him. He hates even more who he becomes when heâs here, all jittery and quick to anger, his heart like an open wound in his chest. He feels strung out, bared to the elements, to anyone who looks to close. He doesnât want them to, doesnât know what heâll do if they do.
His mother never liked it either. She would tell him all about it, all those nights they spent huddled together on the dilapidated porch of their home â tell him how any day now she would finally have enough money to hitch them a ride on a ship to go ⌠somewhere else. She always said it was going to be a surprise, but adult Minho knows better â she never had a plan, her only urge was to just get as far away from Nassau as possible.
Away from her history, away from the little churchyard where her parents lay buried, and where she would be buried not long after, away from the creditors, away from the pimp who, as Minho found out many years later, blackmailed her into staying with him by threatening to expose who Minhoâs father was.
Minho took care of them all, one by one, over the years. Found the men who had driven his mother onto the path that would eventually lead to her death. He made sure they knew why he was killing them before he did. He made it painful, he made it cruel. Wiped out their confidants, their secretaries, anyone who could take up their mantle.
In retrospect, he knows that something wasnât right with him back then. But when it was done, when every last one of them was taken care of and Minho finally knew he did all he could, he felt free. Black and dead, but free. And still so lonely it took his breath away sometimes.
He digs the heels of his hands into his eyes until he sees stars, feels pinpricks of pain in his eyeballs. He hears the door of the hut open, the thud of boots coming down the path, then stop. When he looks up, he makes eye contact with Han Jisung. Minho sighs.
âThereâs really no escaping you, huh,â he mumbles, more to himself than to Jisung, but he canât help but notice how Jisungâs face falls, before he sets his eyebrows, tosses his head and walks over to Minho.
Minho watches him calmly as he approaches and sits down next to him, the little metal bench squeaking under the extra weight.
Somewhere in the distance, a gull cackles. Minhoâs knuckle cracks where he squeezes his hand into a fist.
âI mean ⌠It was really awkward in there, yes, but I actually, âŚâ Jisung starts, stares at Minho before he blinks, and averts his eyes, gaze falling to his hands that are folded in his lap. He starts fiddling with his rings again. Minho squeezes his fist tighter. His knuckles crack again.
âI actually wanted to apologise,â Jisung finally says, and Minhoâs thoughts grind to a screeching halt. He blinks at Jisung, whoâs still not looking at him.
âI wanted to apologise for ⌠for kissing you.â
The last words come out in barely more than a whisper. He chuckles awkwardly. He twists one ring so hard is hand slips.
âI mean, if Iâm honest, it kinda rocked my world, but Iâm still sorry. I shouldnât have just ⌠done that. Not after saying what I did. Which Iâm also sorry for, by the way. I was talking to Chan, and ⌠letâs just say I know now that you wouldnât have called me by my abuserâs nickname if youâd known. Not you.â
Minhoâs still frozen in place, his heart thundering in his chest. He wants to say many things. Wants to ask what on earth he meant when he said it rocked his world. Wants to ask what Chan told him, why they were talking about him. In the end, he settles for none of that.
âIâm not the most observant,â he mumbles and Jisung chuckles. Itâs a light little thing, as light as the breeze that makes more goosebumps shiver down Minhoâs spine.
âI mean, you are,â Jisung hums, looks up at Minho and smiles. Minho barely dares to breathe. âIt just depends on who youâre watching. I know one person you look at more than anyone else.â
Something painful curls in Minhoâs guts. The memory of Jisungâs skin, of his lips, of how he had run back to her, thrown himself into her body, trying to make it up to her, trying to forget the guilt â but most of all trying to forget the fact that there was no reason to feel guilty because she wasnât his, he wasnât hers, she, for all he knew, couldâve done lord knows what with lord knows who, and he may have never known. Even when he couldnât, wouldnât, didnât see any point in anyone else as long as she âŚ
Minho doesnât answer Jisung. Just averts his gaze, stares across the garden at a tall Jasmine bush, focuses on the little white flowers, the scent of them in the air. Jisung next to him is quiet, too. Less fidgety, though Minho knows he probably wants an answer that Minho canât give him. Better to get used to the disappointment early, Minho thinks.
Suddenly, thereâs a commotion inside the little hut, a triumphant cheer, then a yell of the captainâs name. Minho is on his feet before he can even think, Jisung hot on his heels as he hurries back inside.
When he opens the door, the captain lifts her head, makes eye contact with him and Minho knows.
They got him.
âHeâs trying to get out from under the crown,â she laughs out, Yeji next to her has a triumphant smile on her lips. Ryujin is leaning over the captainâs shoulder, reading Yejiâs notes. But the captain is staring at him.
âHeâs trying to sell the territory to the Spanish, pocketing the money before turning around and staging a coup and making them independent. And heâs trying to recruit other governors to do the same, to maximise their chances, their gains. This is âŚâ
The captain nods, and then her lips stretch into the biggest smile and Minho takes a hesitant step forward before he stops again. Heâs itching to take her into his arms, to wrap her legs around his waist, twirl her around, kiss her breathless, feel her smile against his lips. But he stops himself, watches as she blinks at him, her pretty, ringed hands twitching around the paper, her mouth opening like she wants to say something. Thereâs a shadow that crosses her face. But Minho canât have that, he needs her to feel this, the culmination of all her work, all her sacrifices over the years.
So he smiles at her, makes his way over, stepping up to the side of her that Ryujin readily concedes to him, leans some of his chest against her arm.
He reads.
HYJ to NT. Planned date of sale to SP 20 May 16ââ. Matthew Town.Independence when agreed capital is made over to us and defence against crown secured. Pray confirm.
Then underneath it.
HYJ to LD. Planned date of sale to SP 20 May 16ââ. Making over of San Salvador from NT September 16ââ in exchange for defence against crown + NT head. Pray confirm.
âDouble timing, bastard,â he mumbles, and the captain snorts out a laugh.
âI doubt he could swing this, maybe we should just let it play out.â
Minho scoffs, grasps the opportunity to turn to her, closing the gap between their bodies enough so he can let his hand rest softly on her lower back where nobody can see. He scrapes his nails over the fabric of her shirt, watches her eyes glimmer.
âIâm not taking any chances with this piece of shit. Iâd sail across the entire ocean and hand-deliver him to that old hag, the queen if it meant I could see him hang.â
Yeji snorts, and he gives her a dark smirk. He really does like her. Ryujin next to her, has her eyes fixed on where Minhoâs hand is still ghosting over the captainâs back. She couldnât possibly see, so how ⌠Heâs distracted by Yeji turning abruptly to Jisung, who was still lingering by the door, a little ways away from the group of them. He looks lost, only hesitantly steps closer. The captain wordlessly hands him the translated note. He reads. Hums.
âWhatâs up with you?â Yeji asks, and thereâs an edge to her tone. âChanged your mind? Suddenly feeling the need to defend your dear uncle? Run off to tell him that we have him cornered?â
Jisung scoffs, and sends her a glare, the first unkind thing heâs done in this house so far, and it strikes Minho how unusual it feels.
âAs if,â he mumbles. Then he takes a deep breath and points at the paper.
âLD stands for Lord Dunmore, he is one of the few governors who didnât immediately run as soon as my uncle showed his true colours. I think he might actually like him, which should tell you everything you need to know. It doesnât surprise me that he would be the one hired to off Nicholas Trott, or NT. Now, âŚâ
Jisung points lower, gives them a look.
âTrott, on the other hand, heâs the governor of San Salvador. Tall, skinny man. A son and a daughter and a penchant for gardening and whores. Has been turning a blind eye to the drug business being run from his harbour because they cut him in. Heâs a piece of shit, but he would probably help us. I know where he lives.â
Yeji huffs out a laugh.
âGuess I underestimated you.â
Jisung just shrugs, throws the captain an uncertain look, his eyes barely brushing Minho where heâs still glued to her side. He doesnât look as triumphant as he should.
In the distance, the townâs clocktower strikes, and the captain throws a glance out the window, at the slowly setting sun. She takes a step away from Minho. Minhoâs hand falls uselessly by his side, and he misses her touch already.
She smiles at her two friends.
âWe need to get back, tell the crew about what we found, and probably celebrate,â she says, âYouâre welcome to join us, if you want, since ⌠we couldnât have done it without you.â
Ryujin smiles at her, but shakes her head.
âWe donât really go into town after dark, especially not the bars, but thank you.â
Yeji grins.
âWhen you get him? Make it painful.â
When the captain says goodbye at the door, Yeji hugs her for a long time.
âMake sure to come visit us again soon, okay? No more coming to Nassau without making the trip out here,â she tells the captain, cups her face, before Ryujin takes her place. She looks troubled.
âBe careful out there, Y/Nie,â she mumbles, âgood luck. Youâll need it.â
She pulls the captain into a hug, staring at Minho across her shoulder. She whispers something Minho canât hear in the captainâs ear before she pulls back.
They make their way through the overgrown garden, out the rickety gate, back onto the dirt road into town. Minho claims his rightful place next to the captain, talks to her about the maps, the code, how they should approach this. Jisung trails behind them, quietly.
The sun is setting, the last rays of sunlight slipping through the palm trees as you make your way down the Main Street after dropping the satchel with the maps and the codes off in your triple locked quarters.
You hear your crew before you can even possibly see them. Their discordant but gleeful singing ringing through the open windows of a small, dark tavern. Light is pouring out of the windows, the door wide open to create some airflow in the sticky hot night.
Jisung behind you is still quiet, avoids your eyes when you turn to him. Itâs a weird quiet, one that you donât like, not from him. Jisung, who usually wears either a petulant little pout or a bright little smile or that steadfast determination that makes him square his shoulders, grow a size taller in stature, an almost dangerous glint in his eyes ⌠No, this Jisung is none of that. Heâs nibbling on his bottom lip, his eyes sad, feet shuffling across the sandy street in his pretty leather boots that are slowly scuffing into something much less refined and much more recognisable and fitting for ship life. But he avoids your eyes when you try to catch them, so you leave him be. There will be time later.
Minho walks into the tavern first, and you hear everyone greet him with a cheer â but itâs nothing compared to the sound when you appear behind him. The whole room erupts into excited yells, Hyunjin squeals and bounds over to you, taking Jisung hostage from behind you and dragging him over to a table where Seungmin and Jeongin seem to be in the middle of an intense card game. Chan hollers for rum to be poured for the three of you, and you canât help but laugh when Felix comes up to you, gently pulls you into their midst, pushing a glass of rum into your hand.
You don't go on land with them often, especially not at night and especially not to go drinking. Not because you didnât trust your crew, per se, but you didnât trust ⌠men. Crowds of rowdy, drunk men. And while you were pretty sure you had around 30 men who would jump to your defence at a momentâs notice, you knew it would only cause a scene, ruin their night, maybe even get them kicked out of a tavern. It wasnât worth it. Plus, with the possibility of enemy crews or government spies around, it was borderline impossible for you to relax enough to even consider having more than a few drinks, anyway.
But here, now, in this tavern with what you realise is pretty much only your flushed, happy, singing crew, except for a few scattered, lonely locals, with Han Yujunâs death sentence stowed away in your office? You feel as invincible as youâre ever going to feel.
Felix guides you to the table in the middle before he sits down, looks at you expectantly. A hush falls over the room.
âSo?â he asks, his voice tinged with a beautiful shimmer of hope.
You turn around, find Minho still standing by the door, a drink in his hand, his eyes on you already. He smiles softly. A part of you wishes he could be right next to you. It feels as much like his victory as it does yours. You swallow down the urge to beckon him over.
Over Felixâs shoulder you make eye contact with Jisung. He smiles at you, small but oh so sweet, and then you look back at Felix, who is nervously shifting in his seat. You try to play it cool, you really do, but the giddiness that rises in your chest, the elation that you didnât show earlier, the sheer tidal wave of hope that Yejiâs scribbled words let loose in your heart â a smile spreads over your face before you can stop it.
You watch Felix process it for a second before his whole face lights up, and he half gets out of his chair.
âDo we have him?â
Itâs so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You nod.
âHigh fucking treason.â
The roar that goes through the room is deafening. Cheers, laughs, screams of delight filling the tavern. You think there are tears in Felixâ eyes when he gets up, rounds the table, and pulls you into a hug. And before you know it, youâre surrounded, warm bodies crowding around you until youâre caught in between what you think is your entire crew, still cheering and laughing and congratulating you, praising you for finally bringing him down. You try to answer, try to thank them, tell them itâs not done yet, but there is no room for argument, only their exuberant joy. You surrender to it.
Someone hugs you this way, someone else tugs you that way, and you lose your footing, stumble over someoneâs boot, and you briefly wonder if youâre about to fall when a strong hand wraps around your hips, keeps you upright, pulls you closer protectively until youâre finally stable on your feet again, chest to chest with your saviour. When you raise your head, Jisungâs face is mere inches away from yours. You can feel the little breath that drips from his plump, slightly parted lips, could reach out to touch the little mole on his cheek. You watch his eyes flicker down, down to where youâre pressed against him, then to your lips for only a whisper of a second before coming back to stare into your eyes. His eyes are big, dark, beautiful, and so gentle, understanding, and you feel so ⌠safe.
He opens his mouth, splays his palm, runs it the barest hint higher, sending sparks through your body; heâs about to say something, when you hear Minhoâs voice cut through the commotion. Jisung lets go of you like heâs been burnt, sending you almost tumbling into whoever is standing behind you. It hurts, the loss of his warmth like a physical ache, but watching him hug his hands close to his chest, pretty face folding in on itself in sadness, is so much worse. Your heart aches, fingertips aching to reach out for him, take his face into your hands, smooth his lips back into a smile.
âOkay, everyone, make some space, you canât kill our captain before she has a chance to kill the guy.â
And with that, Minho pushes through the crowd, that immediately thins around you. Jisung stumbles away from you as fast as he can, but then Minho is behind you, brings a gentle hand to your waist, just where Jisungâs just was, and turns you around. You blink up at him, and he scowls with worry, searching your face.
âAre you okay?â
He looks concerned, slightly flushed, but nothing else. Could it really be that he didnât see âŚ? When you donât answer, he grips you tighter, gives you a careful once-over. You shake your head quickly.
âIâm fine, just ⌠overwhelmed,â you breathe out. At least thatâs not a lie.
âShouldâve saved you from these animals earlier,â he grumbles, but you can hear the smile in his voice. âNow letâs get you another drink. I think we deserve to celebrate tonight.â
And celebrate you do.
One glass of rum turns into two, then three. You lose Minho at some point, and then heâs back, and you think youâre probably staring, letting your eyes drag over his shoulders, his sparkling eyes and high cheekbones for longer than is acceptable. He doesnât comment, only looks back at you, an intensity in his gaze that is usually reserved for when he presses his lips against yours in your office with the threat of Chan barging in at any moment.
But he doesnât leave your side any more. His dark eyes on yours as you float through the tavern, friendly faces cheering you on, clapping you on the back, murmuring low words of thanks and congratulations, as if Han Yujun was already behind bars.
You say this to Seungmin when you plop down next to him, and he just smiles at you.
âThey know you. Youâre our captain, you donât lose. And now that youâre so close? Thereâs nothing that could keep you from taking him down. Thereâs just no other option.â
You almost blush, give Seungmin a pained grimace that makes him laugh happily.
âSorry, I wonât get sappy on you,â he reassures you, and you box him in the arm lightly.
âYou better not. Youâre meant to be the least sappy out of all of us.â
You get swept up by someone else, and Seungmin lets you go with a little wave.
At some point, the barkeep unearths bottles of a shimmering green liquid from underneath the bar, calls it Absinthe, calls it the green fairy that will make all your worries float away. And you drink that, too, along with everyone else, just a little bit â but it turns out a little bit is more than enough.
Because itâs strong. And not strong in the same way the rum is, no, strong in the sense that it makes your world go fuzzy around the edges.
You lose sight of Minho, though youâre caught by Felix again, getting pulled into the midst of your crew. The absinthe makes the room sing, your crew scattered, laughing, drinking, singing their songs to their heartâs content, surprisingly melodic, harmonious, like itâs what theyâve always done. Your soul soars somewhere above you, through the steam and the wooden rafters, brushing past the oil lamps on the walls, fills and aches when you realise how many times youâve heard this, from the distance, sat in your office while they were celebrating below deck.
And that one night, when Minho hadnât gone ashore. When he had found you, barefoot, tipsy, doors and windows cast open to let in the salty breeze. When he had taken you upstairs, had kissed you for the first time under the starlight, your world exploding into fragments of light with every hot, sweet press of his lips, his touches like the first ones youâve ever felt, a purity in the way your body unfolded for him, folded him into you and never let him go since.
Minho. You can feel him next to you again, his solid shoulder right next to yours, his hand, always so strong, yet soft, resting on his own leg when itâs meant to be resting on yours. But youâre in public. You try to distract yourself, look out into the room, at your crew having the time of their life, but nothing wants to focus except fragments; Like the freckles on Felixâs cheeks when he laughs, the way Changbinâs cheeks are flushed with the glow of alcohol, Jeonginâs laugh from somewhere to your left.
And then Jisung pops into your vision, slides onto the bench on your other side, his mouth moving. Somehow, you manage to focus, and you hear him, deep voice like dripping molasses down your spine.
âAre you okay?â he asks, his brows furrowed in concern. But you smile, watch as relief rearranges his features into something beautiful.
You let out a shaky breath, one you canât account for with any good reason. Distantly, you feel Minhoâs hand finally make its way to its home on your knee, but you canât look away from the man in front of you. His eyes are unfocused, his pouty lips slightly parted, but heâs looking at you, staring back into your eyes again, just like earlier. He runs a shaky hand through his hair, trying to push it back, but it falls right back into his face, brushes against his cheeks, his eyelashes fanning over the skin. It looks so impossibly soft.
You remember Ryujinâs words in the kitchen earlier, when you were making tea, when you watched Jisung and Minho through the window; the tension in Jisungâs shoulders, the unguarded confusion, shame, want in Minhoâs eyes. You donât have to worry. Just let it happen.
A drop of sweat runs down Jisungâs temple, and you follow it with your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, youâre reaching out, catching it with a gentle fingertip. Jisung trembles, a choked sigh falling from his lips as he leans forward, almost entranced. You can feel his breath fan over your face, herbal notes from the absinthe and something quintessentially Jisung and you want to lean in, want to know if his lips will be sweet like the ripe peaches that seem to have served as inspiration when they created him, whether the skin of his collarbone will taste like the burnt honey that looks like itâs dripping off him when he sweats.
Somewhere in the back of your head, reason prevails, and you stop yourself from leaning in further, but Jisung doesnât, his face unreadable as he lets a gentle hand rest on your arm, sliding up until it wraps gently around the side of your neck, thumb rubbing soothing circles over your pulse. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat thundering just under the thin veil of your skin. The metal of his rings is cool against into your skin, and you wonder if they would leave marks, if the squeezed closer, wonder if he would squeeze hard enough for the marks to still be visible tomorrow âŚ
Suddenly, Minhoâs warm chest slides against your back, hot and grounding, and you canât help it when your head falls back against his. The need youâve been carrying around, the vague desire thatâs been haunting you when you were alone in your bed or your bath or Minho was already asleep next to you â it makes you unable to resist the sweet, hazy drag of their hands.
When you blink your eyes open, you see Jisung staring at Minho, hazy eyes trained on his lips, and Minho behind you chokes on air.
âJisung, âŚâ he mumbles. Itâs meant to sound like a warning, and it does, too, but somewhere laced in there, you hear his fear. Youâre too far gone to figure out what heâs afraid of.
Jisungâs free hand reaches over and slides up Minhoâs thigh. Gently, wanting. Something clicks into place when he looks from you to Minho, and back.
âLet me ⌠please,â he whispers, his shimmering eyes swimming with want.
âI want you âŚâ
< chapter VI - chapter VIII (coming: friday, april 26, 3pm CET) >
series masterlist // skzms masterlist // kofi
đ series taglist and general taglist open!
be 18+ and have your age in bio when you ask to be added
taglist part 1: @puppyminnnie @like-a-diamondinthesky @lyramundana @laylasbunbunny @minsflannelwrap148
It's your first time flying with one of the boys and you're more than excited that it's Hyunjin. You're accompanying him to attend fashion week in Paris, but you get bored along the plane ride. Hyunjin is too busy to keep you company so you decide to entertain yourself with a little something you packed for yourself. Little did you know that Minho would be the one to get the most out of your fun.
âYou sure youâve got everything youâll need,â Chan asks as he shuts the trunk of the car after placing all the bags you packed.
âI donât get why you have to go with him though.â Seungmin snarls as he glares at Hyunjin intensely.
âYeah, he used to go on his own way before you were here,â
âWell sheâs here now so I wanna go with her Ji,â
âItâs not fair you get to have her for a whole week all to yourself,â Changbin states as a matter of fact as he waddles towards you and encages you in a back hug.
You giggle at the guysâ protests trying to keep you from going with Hyunjin, it was really sweet how they all wanted you to stay.
âRelax Changbin, itâs not like theyâre gonna be gone forever. Itâs only a week for fucks sake.â You hear Minho say as he descends the front door stairs coming towards you with what seems to be a lunch bag.
âAirplane food is shit, I made you your favorite,â he lovingly hands you the bag and places a soft kiss on your forehead.
To say you were excited to be attending the Louis Vuitton Fashion week in Paris with Hyunjin was an understatement, you were over the moon. This would be the first time you were heading out with any of the guys ever since you moved in with them. He had brought up the topic prior the last week when you guys were having a casual conversation, but you didnât really put much weight into it at the time taking it with a grain of salt. But when he brought two tickets for the both of you two days later, you were more than happy to be his plus one for the fashion show. Some of the guys had strongly disagreed on this saying that he was being selfish and that he should go alone like he always did (well besides the staff) or take Felix with him- This was Jisungâs idea, he thought it would be best to feed staysâ Hyunlix fantasies with a romantic work trip, but you made no opposition to the offer, since it would be your first time in Paris.
âIâll see you guys in a week ok. Donât do anything fun without me.â You say as you peck each of the members youâll be leaving behind goodbye.
âAs if these guys are any fun,â Seungmin states dryly holding you back to give you a deep kiss.
âCome on Y/N weâre gonna miss our plane. Seungmin!â You hear Hyunjin whine from the car, you chuckle and try to push Seungmin off.
âMinnie!â
âWell heâs gonna have you for an entire week, so am savoring this while youâre still here,â he says finally letting you go. You give Lee Know the last peck and head to the car.
âYou got everything?â He asks you as Hyunjin starts up the car engine.
âYes I did mom!â
âAm just making sure you have all you need baby. Have fun in Paris,â he says with a cynical grin on his face but you have no time to dwell on that since Hyunjin is already driving away to the airport.
Three hours later, youâve already boarded the first class plane, bored out of your mind. Hyunjinâs been glued to his phone ever since you boarded, going through what heâd be required to say during the interviews at the fashion show, practicing and polishing his English and scheming through his upcoming schedules after the fashion show. You had complained to him about an hour ago of how bored you felt and he nonchalantly replied that heâd be done in thirty minutes and would spend time with you. Two hours later and you couldnât take it anymore. You had done everything that one could do on a plane; you had had some snacks and the meal Minho made for you (he was right, airplane food doesnât beat his). Played all the possible video games available, watched anything that was watchable on YouTube, took a nap, heck you even did a bit of workout. You considered calling the guys to see what they were up to but you figured that theyâd be busy as well, looking over at Hyunjin you sigh as he was still seated next to his manager working.
You plop yourself on the makeshift bed and glance at your bag remembering that you had packed something for an occasion like this. You giggle silently and grab it heading for the restrooms. Once you get there you take out your little vibrator out and some lube, spread it all over the toy and lift your dress up pushing your panties aside just enough to slide the toy in. This wasnât what you had originally planned when you packed it (well not technically. The plan was to have some fun with Hyunjin in the sense that he would give you a mind blowing orgasm a thousand feet in the air) but this would do as well I guess. You bite hard on your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any sounds that would attract unwanted attention as the surprisingly thick toy slides into your rim, once you were sure it was properly fitted, your hand dives back into your handbag to find the remote control for the vibrator. You rummage inside your bag for a couple of seconds but find nothing, then you end up spilling all of its item on the floor going through them but nothing in there looks like the remote control youâre looking for.
âMaybe I placed it in another bag. The suitcase?! No it canât be there,â you think to yourself. âThat better not be the caseâ, you think again, because if so the whole point of having the vibrator inside you would be pointless right now. You decide to go through your bag one more time checking the side zippers and the new zipper you just realized was on the bottom part of the bag. Nothing. You give up after pointless searching and opt to take it out, but just as you reach your hand at the hem of your panties a sharp vibration hits inside you making you whine your knees dropping to the floor. âShit,â you curse out. As you try to get up the vibrations come again this time higher than the first. Then your phone rings.
âHey baby,â Itâs Minho on the phone and he looks a little too happy to be calling you at this particular time.
âH-hi Min,â you try to sound as neutral as possible, hiding your flushed state by giving him a soft smile.
âAre you in the bathroom?â Heâs squinting his eyes as he scans your location through the phone.
âYeah, had to pee. Wh-aaaah,â that wasnât supposed to come out. The vibrations are getting intense.
âReally?â he says in a comical way bringing what you were looking for a few minutes ago in your view across the screen.
âDidnât really think you had it in. Just been playing with it all the while,â he adds pressing once more on the control.
âS-stop doing that. How did you get that?â you ask visibly annoyed and frustrated but also trying really hard to hold back your moans since a certain someone still had the damn vibrator on and was currently carelessly pressing on the buttons.
âYou left it on top of your bed, so I decided to hold on to it. Didnât really know what it was at first but I figured it out once I saw the vibrator package in your room.â
âWhy didnât y-you give it back?â
âI asked if you had everything and you made fun of me soooâŚ..â
You couldnât stand for this, there was a simple solution to all of this. Just take the vibrator out. Easy!
âDonât even think about it Y/N! You keep that nice little toy in your tight pussy for me yeah?â
You knew it wasnât a question but more of a command. But he was miles away from you, he wouldnât know if you took it out or not.
âYeah, I know what youâre thinking and if you do take it out I am so telling Chan youâre the one who dented his precious laptop.â That stupid smirk he always has on his face when he knows heâs right is something you do not wanna see right now. How did you even get into such a situation? Itâs all Hyunjinâs fault, itâs all on him. If he had just spent some time with you this wouldnât have happened, you wouldnât be here getting tortured by Minho with your own toy. Outrageous.
âMfffph,â you cry out as Minho speeds the vibrations a tad bit then suddenly turns it off.
âWhat youâre gonna do is, youâre gonna go back and sit with Hyun like everything is normal while I play with my little remote control. Okay baby,â he blows you a kiss and hangs up.
You sigh, loathing the situation you got yourself into. What a way to get entertained, this will surely keep you busy for a while. You walk out the bathroom after somewhat pulling yourself together and head to the bar cabin for a drink that you oh so clearly need.
âHey Y/N, am done now,â Hyunjin excitedly says with a smile on his face as soon as you step out of the restroom.
âGreat, Iâll go grab a drink and be right back,â you thank God that Minho hasnât turned on the vibrator yet so you make haste to get the drink and hurry back to sit down. You are careful of how you place your ass on the chair this time because you know one wrong move could have the vibrator poking at your g-spot and you spilling out moans.
âSo angel, what should we do now that am done with all my work,â Hyunjin says calmly compared to how he aggressively (but cutely) pushes you into his chest almost sprawling you onto his lap.
âF-fuck.â Fucking Lee Minho. It seems like he turned the settings all the way up, because at the speed you were currently feeling, you think Hyunjin might actually get to hear the sounds of it.
âWhat is it, did I hurt you?â Hyunjin immediately softens his touch and looks at you in a worried way.
âNo, amâŚ.am okay. Itâs just stupid muscle pull, no big deal.â You chuckle nervously scooting away from him hoping he wonât catch on to anything.
For the next few minutes, you sit with Hyunjin comfortably, well as comfortable as you would with a vibrator deep in your cunt and with Minho constantly messing with the settings. But it was bearable enough, enough for you to pay attention to Hyunjin complaining about his tight schedule and how he would immediately take a monthâs vacation after it to take care of himself and stuff you with his cum until there was nothing left in him. Of course he also wouldnât make what you were going through easy, not that he knew about all this, but the statement itself just made you clench around the vibrator.
âSo about the hotel rooms, we should just share one. Mmmh baby?â
âNo Jinnie, the press and your all time paparazzi. We should just get different rooms in ca-â
âOne second, Minho hyung is calling.â
Of course he is, why wouldnât he? You sigh in frustration but shoot a small smile and nod towards Hyunjin as he picks up the call.
âHey hyung,â
âWhereâs Y/N?â
âWell hello to you too Lee Know,â
âIâve known you for a decade, donât give me that. And you just called me an hour ago for schedule updates you didnât care to say hello then.â
âFair enough.â
Hyunjin moves the phone in front of you so that Minho can see you and the first thing youâre met with is his smirk that you oh so want to wipe off his stupidly gorgeous looking face.
âHi Y/N, howâs the flight?â
âItâs ok but too tir-tiring,â evil is what he is. Pure evil. He just had to turn it up now that youre talking
âAm sure it is kitten. And boring since Hyunjinâs been working most of it right?â that stupid handsome smirk.
âN-no, heâs done now. We were in the middle of something before you called actually,â you say hoping that heâd get the hint and hang up.
âOh is that so, Iâll be quick then I just have to ask you guys something important.â
By quick, he definitely didnât mean a whole fifteen minutes of torturing you with your own toy occasionally tuning it higher every three minutes just to see you try to contain your flushed self. And by important he definitely didnât mean an argument about who looks more like him among his three cats. Yeah quick and important he said.
âMin I canât do this anymoređŠ.â You send it through text and youre sure heâs read it by the little smile that appears on his face on the screen.
âYou wanted some thrill baby, now take it.â Fuck this man.
âBut itâs been twenty whole minutes, I need to cum Min.â
âAnd then what, what do I get in return?â Heâs raising an eyebrow at you through the screen as he engages himself in the silly argument that Hyunjin has quite gotten serious about.
âFuck, you can do anything to me when I get back. Anything just let me cum.â
Heâs smiling now. Maybe heâs considering your offer. Maybe you should consider the offer you just offered, shit.
âYour promise not mine kittenđźđ˝, bathroom in 3.â
You donât have time to answer to that text as you quickly sprint towards the bathroom, you can hear Hyunjin ask why heâs hanging up all of a sudden but Minho being Minho doesnât answer that.
âMin, I wanna c-cum so bad,â you say as you hold your phone with your shaking hand seated on the closed toilet seat, legs spread apart your folds wet and dripping.
âGo ahead kitten. Show me your pretty face when you do mmh? And that sweet pussy of yours.â
Minho speeds up the vibrations even more and you reach for the vibrator to push it in further into you feeling the vibrations deeper. It takes all you got to bite back the sinfully loud moan that chokes your throat when you finally release hard, all over your hand and at the edge of the closed toilet seat.
âFuck, so hot. All that wasted.â You hear Minho say with a deep grunt. âGod job kittenâ
âYoure insufferable,â you spit out as you get to cleaning yourself up, knowing quite well that you got off the thrill of having Minho in full control even though heâs miles away from you.
You make youre way out of the bathroom and head back to where you were seated with Hyunjin only to find him buried in his phone once again.
âWeâre getting one room when we get to Paris. Donât care about the media,â he says not sparing a glance at you. You slowly nod youre head too tired to argue with him and decide to get a nap after the hard orgasm you just had. Sure that you would have landed by the time you awoke. Hyunjin glances at you as you lay on the make shift bed back facing him then he stares back at is phone.
Tissue Lordđş-âMade her fucking squirt all the way from hereâ
Two can play it that game.
The work written above is purely a work of fiction, nothing of it is real or has any relation to this mentioned. Enjoy đ˝
Hyunjin, after his busy evening remembers he has a score to settle with Minho and he won't let anything stop him. Especially not the excuse of being exhausted, he just has to get even with him.
Minors Do Not Interact
It was all another hustle when you guys landed. The media at the airport, the crazy fans, the checking in, all of it was stressful. Celebrities of all kinds were everywhere, you swore you had never been around that many famous people at one go. The hotel was booked to the max, being that it was fashion week in Paris. It seemed prestigious enough and it was hella busy when you guys arrived late in the afternoon. There was no time to waste, the fashion show would begin in the next four hours so that meant Hyunjin was out and about again. After a quick shower in his shared room with you, he proceeded to go for the fitting and preparation of his outfit while you stayed back in the room. The staff had already picked an outfit for you so you had time to rest before getting ready for the main event, you took a well-deserved nap and only woke up when you had received a call from Felix at around 5pm. His timing was perfect since it was almost time for you to start getting ready anyways. You had texted Hyunjin earlier to check up on him, but seeming that he hadnât replied or called meant that he was truly very busy, âIâll see him at the fashion show anyways.â You tell yourself as you make your way to the dressing room.
Three hours, three fucking hours of siting around, cameras flashing on his face, shaking hands, signing autographs, answering to interviews, smiling so much that he was sure his lips were stuck in a smiling form and he still had to attend an after party. Hyunjin was exhausted, he truly was. Yes it was his job but it got hectic and overwhelming sometimes. To make matters worse he hadnât seen you the whole while, well he had from a distance, but to him that just wasnât enough. He had spent the whole night surrounded by pretty superstars and models groping all over him yet you evidently took over his mind. The first time he saw you that night was when you were taking an autograph photo with Rosy Zhao and you looked absolutely stunning in that billowy dress that perfectly embraced your svelte figure, cinched at your slender waist. Your radiant skin peeking out of the thigh high slit on you right leg and your collar bone being accentuated by the diamond necklace around it. He wasnât even sure he understood what Dua, was saying to him, if that was even her name. He didnât quite get her name, too distracted by the sight of you. He hoped youâd come around at the after party, for him, even if you didnât like being around that many people.
You on the other hand had decided to go back to the hotel after the show, too tired to interact with more people and too sore to walk around in your heels, parties werenât your thing anyways so Hyunjin would understand if he wouldnât see you there. Besides heâd be too busy signing more brand labels and deals with that pretty face of his. You settle on taking a long relaxing shower then maybe waiting for him, that is, if you donât fall asleep. Hyunjin comes back at around 1am and luckily he finds you awake, just about ready to head to bed.
âHey you,â you greet him with a smile as you sit upright on the edge of the bed.
âMissed you so fucking much,â he says as he makes his way towards you in between your legs.
You hug his waist chuckling and you can feel his hands in your hair scratching your scalp softly.
âBut I was with you, for most of the night,â you say laying back into the mattress while pulling him to lay a top of you.
âMost of it. Not all of it. And technically you werenât there there,â he whines burying his head in the crook of your neck making you inhale the sweet smell of his hair and perfume mixed with tints of alcohol most definitely from the party. You feel his lips on your neck pecking and smooching, you giggle and place your hand at the nape of his neck playing with the hairs there.
He then abruptly moves to prop himself up on his arms that now lay on each side of your head, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You assume he wants a kiss so you wrap your arms around his neck but he doesnât come closer only staring at you like heâs seeing you for the very first time.
âWhyâd you take it off?â he suddenly asks caressing your cheek.
âMmmh?â
âThe dress, you looked pretty tonight,â he says and finally reaches down to kiss at the side of your lips. You chuckle at his cute antics, he seems a little tipsy, but you go along with it anyway.
âI needed to shower Hyune,â
âYou could have waited till I got back, so I can look at you properly then take it off myself.â His lips are still attached to your skin so his words come out all mumbled up but you understand him nonetheless. You try to get him off you but he only repositions himself back to your neck this time licking at it with his warm tongue.
âYou should go wash up,â you tell him softly even though youâre also enjoying the proximity of him.
âMm-mmh, am clean. Donât need to,â he speaks against youâre neck and it kind of tickles resulting to more giggles coming out of you. You feel his hand snake into your rob and youâre glad he settles at just placing his hand on top of your breast. You both stay in silence for a while and you think heâs fallen asleep but he moves his long legs so he can lay comfortably on top of you and gives youâre breast a light squeeze and you know heâs awake.
âI talked to the guys earlier, they said you did good,â you begin in a whisper too scared to break the sweet comfortable silence you were in. Hyunjin does nothing but hum, an indication that heâs listening.
âChan says youâre English has gotten a lot better and Felix also thinks the same thing. But Minnie said he could outdo you in an English test any day,â you chuckle remembering how Seungmin was adamant on proving his point earlier over the phone.
âBinnie, like the simp he is, said you looked like a prince. I.N said you could have chosen better jewelry,â this time heâs the one to chuckle amused by your tone when you go ahead and mention how Changbin didnât even care to complement your look that evening.
âHan said you looked hot and pretty and he wasnât wrong,â he squeezes the breast that has his hand over it and you wince, you can feel him smiling against your neck. Â You have no idea whether what heâs doing is intentional or itâs just the alcohol speaking to him but you donât wanna entertain his antics further since you know he needs rest. Hyunjin is now lightly nibbling slightly at your neck, his thumb swiping over your now hardened nipple. You try not to have any reaction, focusing your thoughts back to what you were telling him earlier.
âLee Know saidâŚ.â You breathe in really harshly as heâs now groping at your breast and biting harder sure enough to leave a mark on your neck. âHe said that heâll hold back on your tissue diet this month since you did so great at the fashion show.â You end the sentence with a chuckle that comes out louder than intended, Hyunjin is now rutting on your lower abdomen and thereâs no way you cannot make any sound.
âHyune I donât think we should do this, youre tired,â you say breathless as you try to get him off you. He lifts himself up and his demeanor has totally changed, eyes hooded with nothing but lust staring intently at you.
âDid I tell you I was tired?â he asks flatly and you shake your head.
âGood. Now kiss me,â he smashes your lips together rather harshly, sucking and biting. When you feel his teeth graze youâre lower lip your lips part in a muffled moan at which he takes his chance and prods his tongue into you exploring every bit of your mouth. You can now clearly taste the alcohol in his mouth a subtle nuance of ginger wine, probably from a Whisky Mac cocktail. You suck on his tongue to relish on the taste more. You feel him shift above you, lips moving lower to your chin then your collarbone, his hand that was previously fondling your breast moving alongside his other tracing the curves of your hips then moving to grab your arms laying by your sides.
You suddenly yelp when he tugs at them and traps them over your head with one arm, surprised and confused at his actions. His other hand hurriedly takes off his waist belt and he makes haste to tie your hand to the headboard.
âHyunjin?â you hesitantly call him but heâs way too focused in rolling his tongue from your neck all the way down to your abdomen. Your thighs want to press against each other at the proximity of his face to your cunt but he pushes them open with a growl.
âKeep âem open,â he grumbles right in front of your sex and you whine inexplicably loud. Without warning, he pushes his tongue onto your clit, drawing mindless patterns in a somewhat harsh and rough pace.
 Sucking and licking with all his might, you feel his front teeth graze over your nub and you try to wiggle back away from him but that seems to make him madder than he already his pulling you back flush against his face. You have no idea what's happened in that short amount of time you were laying together with him in peace, all you know now is that Hyunjin is definitely ticked off about something and you have no idea what it is. All you know is that he supposedly settled on taking it out on your cunt. His lips that would always softly and tenderly kiss at your folds, now harshly sucking like thereâs no tomorrow. His warm tongue that would lazily yet so satisfyingly lick a long stripe up your cunt now pokes eagerly at your entrance and all you can do is writhe and mewl under his rushed intense touch.
You feel his movements abruptly stop and he comes into your view once again taking off the improvised restraints he had around your arms, you wince as he takes them off but it seemed that he could care less about that immediately flipping you over to lay on your stomach.
âHyunjin, IâŚ.Whatâs gotten-â
He cuts you off by grabbing your hips and arching you so that your ass is in the air, he then proceeds to grabyour hands and holds them behind your back.
Hyunjin also didnât quite understand what had gotten into him, the mere mention of Lee Know ticked him off immediately and he remembered that he had to prove a point. He wasnât jealous thatâs for sure, nor was he mad that you decided to let him play with you with during your flight when he was right there with you. He just didnât see sense in getting off to Minho, who was probably a thousand feet and miles away by them, when he was right there, barely two meters apart. He wasnât mad, he wasnât jealous, he just had to prove a point since Minho was kind enough to rub it in his face that he had made you squirt and all while being so very far away.
âMmmphh,â you bite back what seems to be a moan and a wail as Hyunjin thrusts his long thick cock inside your hole, not giving you time to adjust he begins moving back and forth clawing at your wrists with the hand thatâs holding you back. You swear you can feel his tip poking at your cervix when his hips clash with yours, the sound of skin clapping against skin punctuating the room. You wanna hold on to something but you canât, you wanna claw onto the sheets so bad but Hyunjnâs got your hands caged behind your back, you settle on digging your nails into your palms too taken aback by the pleasure Hyunjin is so aggressively unleashing on you. But youâre not complaining.
You feel his hips slow down and you reflexively whine at his actions, you feel his chest press against your back and you wonder what heâs gonna do next. Maybe, a little bit of most of you wants him to choke you. Your wish, sadly doesnât come true as his hand moves past you to the dressing table beside your bed and he grabs his phone. Youâre getting impatient now so you push your ass back and start fucking yourself on his dick hoping youâd get the kind of stimulation you so badly needed.
Hyunjin catches up to this and his grip tightens on your arms pressing them down on your back so that it arcs further. You hear the clicking sound of the phoneâs camera and some sort of evil chuckle coming from Hyunjin then the phone lands beside your sideways pressed face on the bed and heâs back at it again, fucking into you like a mad man.
âHy-HyunjinâŚ.i-Iâm gonna c-cum,â you announce as you squirm underneath him. Your arms are starting to hurt and you desperately need to grab something about now as you feel your walls tightening and clenching around his throbbing cock.
âFucking hold still,â He grits through his teeth finally letting go of your wrists only to grab much tighter at your hips, fingertips digging deep into your skin. You feel his hips falter but you canât hold it that long, you end up releasing just a minute before him with a loud shriek of his name as he also curses out in his release then immediately collapses at your side.
With the little strength you have left in you, you reach out for his phone that lays beside you.
âNow were even Min-hoeđđŚ,â this is what is written right below a picture of your arced back and bound hands.
You tiredly turn to face him and heâs already grinning at you
âWe keep going till you squirt.â He says and pulls your body closer to his caressing your slightly bruised wrists. You donât know whether to thank Minho or scold him when you get back but youâre happy Hyunjinâs making up for him being busy lately.
Han x reader
Summary: After long days and nights of him working at the studio, you decide to go see Han and try to get him back to the dorms to get some rest. You bring along some food and his favorite dessert, which he's really thankful for.
P.S: Smut
âWoah woah woah where are you going dressed like that?â Chan remarked turning his full body properly to face you standing by the door ready to leave the dorm.
âAm heading over to the studio to see Jisung and give him some food, and he probably needs some fresh clothes too come to think of it,â you say in a rush as you head back upstairs hurriedly passing Minho by the stairs without even as much as a glance.
The kids have been really busy preparing their next release, this meant 3racha had to work overtime producing, mixing and tweaking to make the best of what they had. Bang Chan, Changbin and Han had been spending more time in the studio than in the dorms for the past week and had barely gotten any sleep or eaten that much. Luckily, by your pleas and complains out of sheer concern, Chan and Changbin had turned up this morning at about 6 am. When you asked of Hanâs whereabouts they said that he had insisted on staying back a bit longer to finish on his solo track, knowing him and his determination for perfection the other guys could probably say nothing about it. So you took it upon yourself to take him some food and now some clean clothes at the studio and probably some company since he was at least bored after staying by himself for a while.
âBut she canât go out likeâŚlikeâŚthat,â you walk in on Chan explaining to Minho whose now munching on an apple.
âWhatâs wrong with my outfit?â you say sincerely puzzled as you look at yourself then up at the guys. You had decided on wearing denim booty shorts that stopped barely above your knees leaving your milky chocolate thighs out and a pink tank-top that did very little to cover up your cleavage and left a tad bit of your tummy exposed.
âNothing, Chan is being dramatic, heâs old remember,â Seungmin chimes in as he walks into the living room. You giggle at his comment and put on your converse, strap the backup that had all of Hanâs essentials in it ready to leave.
âD-donât you think thatâs too much skin showing Y/N?â Chan finally speaks out and you hear both Seungmin and Minho scoff at his comment.
âOh! But itâs like a thousand degrees out there, I donât wanna wear long pants,â you whine whilst stumping your feet like a toddler hands folded just below your bosom.
âItâs fine though thereâs nothing wrong with it, Chan just has some territorial issues with his âpropertyâ. You look hot.â Minho tells you, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks to you and gives your ass a light smack. Youâre used to it now and donât react to it just giving him a smack back and walk over to Chan.
âI promise am only going to the studio and coming back right away Channie,â you hook your hands around his neck and kiss the nape of it softly inhaling his musk scent, âI wonât be long. Iâll come right back then you can take this outfit off me if you donât like it that much, mâkay?â You whisper the last part and run out the door not really waiting to hear Chanâs reply but you know the tip of his ears are that beautiful shade of red and pink.
The ride to the studio was short and fast just the way you wanted it to be, honestly speaking you had missed Han more than you thought you would and maybe taking him food and clothes was just an excuse to finally see him, well besides actually looking out for him. When you get to the studio you lightly knock at the door not wanting to interrupt Han lest he was with someone in there, you hear a soft âcome inâ and pop your head in first with a bright smile.
âHello,â you say cheerfully and as soon as Han hears your voice you get to see that gummy smile of his that had been out of your site way too long for your liking.
âY/N, am so happy youâre here, why are you here?â he asks rising to his feet and fully opening the door for you. You enter and the first thing he does is scheme his eyes over your entire body and swallows thickly then proceeds to keep his eyes strictly on your face.
âWhich one is it Han? Are you happy am here or should I leave if am disrupting you?â you ask coldly, but playfully and you see how his face instantly falls as he babbles out trying to explain himself.
âNoâŚ..I neverâŚ..I justâŚ..what I mean isâŚâ
âRelax, am messing with you,â you laugh at his flushed state and he instantly relaxes laughing along with you.
âI brought you food and clean clothes, I know you didnât eat yesterday and your clothes probably stink,â you make a face at him and he giggles at you saying a small thank you as you settle on the couch and take the bag pack off your back. Han doesnât fail to notice how your soft thighs flatten so deliciously on the couch as you take your seat, his eyes stayed glued there while you fumbled around taking his food out, your voice only coming out as a faint echo, his full attention on your exposed thighs.
âHann-ah, are you even listening to me?â
âAhâŚyeahâŚ.yeah,â he replies faster than he intended to lifting his eyes to settle on yours once again.
âI said I brought you cheesecake for dessert,â you say excitedly taking the neatly packaged dessert out for him.
âThank you so much Y/N,â Han grabs the packet his eyes shimmering out of excitement as he begins to unwrap it but you stop him before he can go any further.
âHave your meal first then you can have the cheesecake,â you say sternly placing the package on your lap. Hanâs eyes trail off again to where the dessert is set, he swallows thickly and gets to eating his meal so he can distract his thoughts and most importantly get to eat his dessert. You keep him company as he eats his meal while updating him on what youâve been up to for the past few days but you notice that heâs not his usual cheery self as he speaks, he seems aloof and distracted which made you think that his time at the studio must have really drained him.
âHannie, I think you should get some rest then continue working later. You donât seem so good,â you say softly as you set aside his empty bowl.
âBut I need to finish this track, itâs almost done I swear,â he speaks with his cheeks stuffed with cheesecake. You protest his little excuse and get up leaning over him to wipe a bit of the creamâs cake that had stained his lips and Han completely loses it, your exposed cleavage coming out the more right in front of his face and the scent of you so close to him after not being around you for the past week lets a small whimper out of him.
To be honest, Han had spent the last twenty minutes or so trying to make his very hard dick oblivious to you and keep up with your conversation at the same time. He didnât want to seem like a pervert especially when you came out of your way to take good care of him and bring him food, he knew you probably had other things to do yet you still went an extra mile for him. It was just, your outfit was doing things to him and his brain was imagining all the possible ways he could fold and bend you over the couch and take you right there and then. He had imagined, in the past twenty minutes, the feel of his fingertips on your chocolate thighs, his palm against those soft breasts and your soft glossy lips against his. You probably tasted like cherries since you smelled like it. He had imagined his head in between you soft thighs, your head pressed back onto the couch beautiful moans falling from your lips and so much more. So it was only fair that he was that pent up now.
âS-sorry,â he apologizes timidly as you look at him cocking an eyebrow. Your eyes trail down to his hard on and you smirk up at him.
âWhatâs this Sungie? Youâre hard, really?â You say in a mocking tone as you set your palm right above his hard dick. Han bites down a moan and his eyes close instantly.
âAm trying to make a conversation and youâre hard Sungie, thatâs not very nice is it?â You whisper against his ear pressing harder onto his crotch.
âMâsorry, y-you look g-g-good,â he whines and ruts at your palm desperately at which you immediately withdraw your hand and stand upright.
âThank you,â you simply say and smile at him. Jisung whines much louder at the loss of contact and looks up at you with teary eyes his cheesecake long forgotten and dropped on the floor.
âI brought you cake and you waste it Sungie, thatâs kinda rude.â You kneel right in front of him after grabbing some tissue from the bag pack and proceed to clean the mess on the floor. Han is sure he might burst at any time because of the sight of you knelt right before him, your breast almost popping off your tank-top as you clean the little mess he made.
âY/N, please,â you hear him whine as you finish up
âPlease what baby?â
âNeed to feel you, please,â he answers in desperation as his hand dips below his jeans searching for some sort of relief.
You could tease him more but the desperation in his voice makes you think otherwise, you didnât think it would be this easy to get him to fold but you were happy nonetheless. You were glad you chose this particular outfit. You scoot closer so that you are in between his legs and dip your right hand into his pants along with his cupping him through his boxers and over his hand.
âNgggh~ m-more,â he moans out and you withdraw your hand again.
âAsk nicely and Iâll give you more,â you say coldly and sit on your knees staring at him sweetly opposite to your tone.Â
âPlease, Y/N. P-please, I need youâŚ.so bad,â he says with glossy eyes as he starts to move his hand about in his jeans and you immediately shift to take both his trousers and boxers off. Han sighs out in relief at the freedom from his constraints, you shove his hand away and lick the tip of his dick painfully slow making him throw his head back with a long breathy moan. You pump his dick a few times earning a groan from him, it feels weird without any sort of moisture so you dip your head and lick around his shaft briefly. You give the slit at the top of his dick a few kitty licks keeping your eyes intently on him.
âKeep your eyes on me Sungie,â you speak directly in front of him, the vibrations making him whine but he opens his eyes and looks down at you the sight of your lips so close to his crotch making him harder than he already is.
âF-fuck,â he groans out when your lips finally sink down on him taking him deep into your throat. Han isnât that big per se and he isnât small either, his dick is just the perfect length and width as you would say. Thick enough to be accommodated by your warm mouth without that much discomfort and long enough to hit the back of your throat just right.
âShit, you feelâŚs-soo good, hol-holy fuck,â you hear Han say as you bob your head faster on his dick, your tongue swiveling around the shaft once in a while. You let it slide out of your mouth with a slight pop and you shift on your knees because the rough rug underneath feels a bit uncomfortable. You get back to it by briefly sucking his balls then continue bobbing your head, this time with a sort of slow-fast rhythm hands grabbing at the arms of the chair heâs sitting on.
âY-Y/N didâŚ.did you lock the door,â Han suddenly asks in a whisper. You hum around his shaft answering ânoâ and he bites his lower lip hard to contain his moans and then you hear the footsteps outside that seem to be passing by. You hum again around Han and he whimpers a bit loudly his eyes popping wide in fear afraid that he might be heard but the thought of it makes you wet and a little excited.
âYou have to be quite if you donât wanna get caught Sungie,â you say with a sickening sweet-sour voice hands fondling with the buttons of your denim shorts. Jisung only watches you out of breath as you straddle him grinding your bare pussy against the tip of his dick.
âNgghhâŚ..Y/N-aahhh~â he calls out to you with a whine and you chuckle caressing his jaw and cheeks.
âI havenât even sat on it baby.â You kiss his jaw, still grinding on him at a slow pace. He then tilts your head and gives you a long sweet kiss making you taste the cheesecake he was having a few minutes ago. You push your tongue into his mouth and suck on his making him whine and his grip on you tightens. You lift yourself in between the kiss and sink down in his leaking cock real slow, moaning into his mouth. Jisung frees his lips from your kiss and looks at you with more desperation and need in his eyes, âPlease move Y/N, pleaaase.â You only smirk at him and pull him back into the kiss while completely seated still on top of his dick that you feel throbbing inside you.
âOH-FUCKING HELL,â Jisung shouts forgetting youâre in the studio, his head thrown way back into the chair.
âSungie, you have to stay quiet remember,â you say cheekily as you lift yourself off him a bit then drop instantly.
âD-do that again, please,â he whines.
âWhat? You mean, this.â You say cockily as you contract your vaginal muscles around his dick then relax them and repeat two more times again basically fucking him while completely sitting still a top of him.
âY-yes, fuck. Ahhhh~ Again, again.âJisung says completely out of breath, you try to kiss him again but heâs too lost in relishing in the feeling of your tight walls pumping him tightly and letting go, his mouth hang pen in silent moans. You settle on kissing around his neck and adamâs apple that bobs once in a while as he swallows.
âAm gonna cum,â he announces his grip on your waist tightening. You move your hips in a circular motion whilst squeezing around him and he brings his face to rest at the bridge of your breasts burying it there.
âNgggh~â you hear him mewl against your chest and you feel a gush of warm liquid fill you which pivots you to your own release in seconds.
Both of you stay glued to each other for a few more seconds, Hanâs hot breath against your chest his head heaving up and down due to you trying to steady your breathing. You weave your fingertips into his soft locks and itâs only then that you notice that his hairâs gotten longer.
âThanks for the dessert,â you hear him mumble against your bosom and chuckle then get off him. He silently watches as you move about tidying yourself up.
âArenât you gonna put that back in, itâs scaring me now,â you joke pointing at his now flaccid cock.
âIt was inside you,â he says as a matter of fact, finally cleaning and tiding himself up as well.
âI know,â you say trying to sound agitated. âLetâs go, mmh?â
He turns to save whatever he had going on his devices, turns them off and then grabs your hand walking out of the studio heading to the dorms for a well needed rest.
I also like the taste of cherries from time to time đ¤đ
đŞđđđđđ
Fem!Felix x Fem!Reader
đŽđđđđ: Smut
đžđđđ đŞđđđđ: 3.5k
đşđđđđđđ: Your best friend is curious about a certain taste so you offer some help like a good friend would.
đžđđđđđđđ: Oral sex, Rule 63 - Felix is depicted as afab in this fic,
đľđđđ(đ): Felix is referred to as Lix & Lixie + No use of Y/n + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ⥠No use of Y/n
đˇđđđđđđđ: Cherry by Lana Del Rey, This is what makes us girls by Lana Del Rey, Cola by Lana Del Rey
⥠Masterlist âĄ
 "What do you think it tastes like?" You peer up from your laptop screen, your curious eyes take in your best friend staring down at her phone screen, her platinum blonde bangs covering her furrowed brows and her glossed bottom lip caught between her teeth.
âWhat?â She tilts her phone towards you, showing you the filthy video she's been watching on loop for God knows how long.Â
âGosh, Lixie, in my room? Really? Right now?â A chuckle escapes you as you watch the video replay.
âI'm sorry, I know, I was just scrolling and it popped up. You know how unpredictable Twitter can be.â You only half heard what she said, you can see why she stopped to watch this video. Whoever that lucky lady is, is getting her pussy devoured in a way that you can only dream of.Â
âBut seriously⌠what do you think?â
âUh, I actually already know what it tastes like. Well, everyone is different but -â
âPause.â Your brown eyes shoot up to meet her wide ones. âYou've done that before?âÂ
You can't help the blush creeping up your neck. âYeah I did, I mean it wasn't planned and it was just -âÂ
âHow did I never know this?âÂ
âI don't know but you won't find out much more if you don't let me finish.â Lix locks her phone, throwing it to the side and sitting up on her knees so that she faces you with shining eyes. Her plaid skirt rides up her thighs a bit as she gets comfortable on your bed. Itâs way too short so that doesn't surprise you. It was her idea to get matching skirts but when the one she wanted was only available a size smaller than what she needed she decided to squeeze into it so that the two of you could match.Â
âStart talking.â
âOkay okay uhm, it happened at my old friend's 18th birthday sleepover. It was a classic case of girls just messing around and things going too far. I went down on my friend while everyone else was sleeping, we always had some tension between us and we were both questioning if we were into girls so we just said fuck it and went down on each other.â She stares at you, blinking a couple of times as the information sinks in. âIâve done it other times since then but that was the very first time.â
âWhat⌠does it taste like?â Her Australian accent decorates her words as they slowly fall from her lips, she bites at the inside of her cheek as she waits for your reply.
âUh, kinda like nothing? Some girls taste kinda bitter and some kinda taste metallic? It depends on where you are hormonally but it generally tastes like licking the back of your hand.â You giggle a bit when her eyes flicker down to her hand. She makes a fist and brings it up to her lips to slowly run her tongue over the skin. You watch her closely, taking in her reaction. She licks again, closing her eyes this time and following with a low hum.Â
âThen why do guys say that it tastes sweet?â Her brows are pinched together as her eyes flutter open. âI never understood that.â
âItâs just cause it sounds good I guess? It makes us feel good.â Lix sits back against the headboard to your bed and rests her head on your shoulder. You tuck your curls behind your ear so that she can get comfortable. âHave you never tasted yourself before? You donât kiss Hyunjin after he goes down on you?â
âI mean, yeah but I just thought it would be a bit different I guess? He always says that Iâm sweet so thatâs what I expected.â
âI think that they say that when they really like you, ya know? Maybe Hyune likes you a lot.â The scoff that escapes her makes you chuckle, you can already tell that sheâs rolling her eyes.Â
âHe likes everyone, he'd never actually wanna date me and thatâs fine cause Iâm not interested.â Sheâs not wrong, Hyunjin is the flirt of your friend group. He only started sleeping with Lix after they shared a drunken kiss and Lix went down on him. Ever since then heâs been trying to sweep her off of her feet but your friend isnât easy to impress.
âThen why do you fuck him?â You turn to look down at her and sheâs already looking up at you with a coy smile.Â
âHeâs got a big dick.â A loud laugh ripples from her throat as you stare at her with a slack jaw and big eyes. So the rumors are true? âIâm not telling you anything else.â
âCome on, you can not basically tell me that what everyone says about Hyunjin is true and then shut the conversation down!â She kicks her feet as she sinks further down onto the bed.
âI donât wanna talk about how big Hyunjinâs dick is, Iâll show you a picture later. I wanna talk about how I think I might be into girls.â She pauses, waiting for my reaction.Â
âOh, you are. You always have been. Everyone knows it, youâre late to your own party.â You slide down to lay next to her, resting your head on her chest.Â
âNo one was gonna tell me?â She chuckles, playful pushing you off of her. âSome friend you are.â She runs her fingers through your hair mindlessly as she stares up at the ceiling pondering her thoughts. âIâve been thinking about this for so long. I already know what my pussy tastes like. I wanna know what others taste like.â
âAre you interested in anyone? Like, any girls?â A comfortable silence blankets the both of you while she thinks, her eyes trace the blemishes on your ceiling as she picks her next words.
âI donât know, not really.â You crane your neck to look up at her but she doesnât look at you.
âNo one at all?â You whisper like youâre trying to get her to let you in on a secret. âDo you fantasize about anyone?â
âYeah, sometimes.â She whispers back. âIâve imagined eating someone outâŚitâs always the same girl.â
âDo I know her?â Lix shakes her head and you smile, sitting up a bit to get a better look at her. Her eyes stay trained on the ceiling until you ask her. âIs it me?â Her gaze slowly drifts over to meet yours. She studies your features for just a second before shaking her head, a deep cherry blush washes over her freckled cheeks as you smile down at her.
âYouâre always staring at my tits, I knew it.â You tease with a laugh, falling back down against the mattress and Lix scoffs.Â
âAs if.â She rolls her eyes before falling into a fit of laughter with you âYouâre my best friend and youâre a total babe. How could I resist? I was doomed from the start.â She puts the back of her hand against her forehead and sighs dramatically.Â
âLixie likes me, Lixie likes me.â You sing song as you tease her, poking her side and making her laugh as she swats you away. You two giggle and thrash around a bit before youâre still again, laying on your sides facing each other.Â
âIâll get over it.â She sighs, snuggling into her arm folded under her head. âItâs not like Iâm in love with you, I just think youâre hot.â
âDo you think about me when you touch yourself?â She shakes her head and you smile âI think about you sometimes.â Her eyes go wide at your confession and you chuckle at her.
âSwear?â You nod, moving closer to her.
âDo you wanna know what girls taste like⌠or what I taste like?â Youâve been best friends with Lix long enough to recognize that look in her eyes, you know the answer to your question before she even opens her mouth. âYou could⌠taste me if you want.â
âNow is not the time to mess with me! Iâm having a crisis here.â You roll your eyes and grab her by her hip.
âIâm not messing with you, I mean it. You wanna know if you like girls and Iâm a girl, this is what friends are for.â She smiles at you, shaking her head a bit as she ponders your offer.
âAre you serious?â You smile back.
âSo serious.â The two of you stare at each other for a minute or two, allowing your racing heartbeats to fill the quiet thatâs surrounded you. Both of you know what you want to do but whoâs going to make the first move?
As if you both can to the same conclusion simultaneously you both lean in to each other, gripping the others hips and capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. Lix giggles at the contact, kicking her feet a bit as excitement surges through her. She leans in again, deepening the kiss and you sigh into it. She feels just like you thought she would and she tastes even better. Soft and sweet.Â
âThis is insane.â She whispers against your lips before kissing you again. âI have no clue how to eat pussy.â You both fall into a fit of laughter, clutching onto the other's waist as you struggle to find words.Â
âItâs not hard at all I promise!â You wrap your fingers around her wrist gently and guide her down to your core. âFeel it first, get to know it.â
âWhy are you talking about your pussy like itâs a cat?â You hike your skirt up with your other hand, revealing your cotton white panties with an obvious wet spot forming on the gusset.
âHey, itâs my kitty and it has feelings.â You rest her hand on your pubic bone, giving her control of how far she wants to go. âBe nice to her.â
Lixieâs slowly moves her fingers over your clothed pubic bone, taking in your trimmed pubes that youâve carefully styled into a perfect triangle. She inches her way down the inside of your thigh, her palm slightly brushes over your clit and you sigh at the feeling. Her careful touches are something that youâre new to, everyone youâve ever been with has been rough, their touches seemed rushed and eager but not Lix.Â
The feeling of her fingers brushing over your vulva brings you back to the present. Her touch is feather light as she runs two fingers over your clothed folds. She trails up and stops right at your clit, pressing a bit against it. âOhâ You kick your head back, allowing your eyes to flutter shut at the feeling. Thatâs one thing that youâve always loved about being with girls, they all know where the clit is.
The feeling of the mattress dipping next to you makes you open your eyes, you watch as Lix moves further down to get a better look at where you're gushing for her. Her barely glossed lips are parted slightly as she looks you over with wide eyes. Her breathing is slow and calm despite her heart beating out of her chest with excitement. The cherry blush on her cheeks has only grown deeper now that sheâs face to face with your cunt. Before you can even say anything sheâs leaning into you, she places a soft but long kiss over pubic bone and your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
âIs that okay?â Her voice is barely above a whisper and her eyes never meet yours.
âYeah.â You let out a shaky exhale as you watch her kiss a bit lower this time. You spread your legs further and she quickly slots herself between them. Her lips brush over your inner thighs, peppering soft but sloppy kisses over the skin. As she got more comfortable she left sweet kisses over your labia, licking a bit at the wet spot forming to get a hint of your taste on her tongue. You tried to stop your hips from bucking up into her but you couldnât help it, the closer she got to your clit the more eager you got.Â
âLixie.â You moaned out her name and gasped as she started to tease your clit with her tongue. Her gaze is trained on you as she kisses and licks over your panties, her wide eyes sparkle with faux innocence. You lazily grab at the blanket under you, small whimpers and restrained hums escape your throat despite your attempts at being quiet.
Itâs the middle of a sunny day in May and your room is in the front of the house and your window is wide open. Your record player is playing some random song by Lana Del Rey and though itâs fitting for the situation you highly doubt that the soft music will drown out your moans.Â
She breaks eye contact and pulls away so that she can observe your pussy through your ruined panties. She whimpers at the sight of your pussy under the cloth, cocoa and pink just like she imagined it.
â âS so pretty.â She coos as she pinches the lips between her fingers. You moan at the pressure, rolling your hips a bit. She taps to fingers right where your clit sits under the wet cloth and you hiss, throwing your head back.
âWas that okay?â she asks quickly, pulling back a bit. âHyunjin always does that, and I wanted to try it.â
You laugh and she follows. âYouâre trying tricks on me that your fuck buddy does to you!?â She laughs louder, resting her forehead on your thigh.
âNo! Well, yeah I am but I donât have any other reference!â She continues her ministrations, running her fingers over your clit and halting your laughter immediately. Your whole body tenses in pleasure as you clench around nothing. Your body tingles with excitement as she kisses you over your panties once more. You could cum from just the thought of her doing that and now sheâs here, with her mouth on your clit and you canât help but want to explode right on her tongue.
 âCan we take these off?â she tugs at the hem of your panties and you offer an eager nod before lifting your hips to allow her to pull them off. Lix gasps as she pulls your panties down, her jaw hangs slack as she watches a string of arousal connect you to your soaked panties. She takes in the way that your cunt glistens in the spring sunshine and she swears that itâs the most beautiful thing sheâs ever seen. âIs this a dream?â She mumbles under her breath but you hear her.
âIt might be.â You prop yourself on your elbows, determined to watch her as she tastes you. She throws your panties to the side and spreads your pussy with two fingers. Her lust glazed eyes study you like youâre a work of art. She takes in every mole, every slight glimmer of your arousal and every clench of your tight hole. Her eyes meet yours for a second before she leans in closer. You stare down at her, not daring to break eye contact. She dips her tongue out and slowly licks a stripe up your leaking cunt. A loud moan escapes you when her eyes roll back at the taste of you, a whine leaving her throat when she swallows your essence.Â
âOh my god.â You say in unison, chuckling for just a second before falling back into the moment. Sheâs eager to taste you again, wasting no time dipping her tongue back out and licking up your folds.
The tip of her tongue teases your clit a bit and you buck up into her. She notes the reaction, leaning in to circle your clit with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes are on yours the entire time, she blinks up at you, drinking in your reactions to her amateur work. â You look so pretty down there. Holy fuck, Lix.â
She feels more confident with your praise lingering in her head. She sucking your clit between her lips, laving over the sensitive bud and humming in satisfaction when you arch your back off of the mattress with a loud moan. Her small hands press against your inner thighs to keep them open for her as she runs her tongue up and down your folds. She flicks, licks and sucks all of the right spots, fucking you with her tongue once sheâs truly comfortable.
Youâre a moaning mess, your body trembles with pleasure as she works you towards your climax. Her name tumbles from your lips like a prayer and your fingers grab at the hair at the crown of her head. Youâre so close but you donât want this to end.
âY-youâre really good at that.â She swirls her tongue over your clit, writing the alphabet with her tongue and you shudder at the dragged out moan she offers in response. You can feel your orgasm creeping up your spine, the familiar warmth starts to wash over you but she pulls away before it can take you completely. You whine in protest but before you can say anything she slides a finger inside you. You cry out, fisting the blanket under you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
âOh my god, yes, like that, please, please add another.â Your breathing intensifies when she slips another finger into you, stretching you perfectly.
âI should still eat you out right?â You nod frantically, eyes shut tight as you chase your high. She dives back in immediately, lapping at your clit like an expert as she fucks your clenching hole. Your body shaking with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, your moans and cries are so loud that youâre positive that anyone passing your house can hear your signs of pleasure but you couldnât care less.Â
âLix-ah, Lix, Lixie, Iâm cummingâ She licks up your gushing arousal as you come undone, her free hand keeps you spread open for her as she laps up your juices. A chorus of moans float through the air, some belonging to you and some her. Once you start to settle down she slowly slides her fingers out of you and gives your cunt one last lick before backing away. Her chin is glistening in the sun as she smiles, her swollen lips are coated in your juices and the two fingers that were previously buried in your cunt are now between her lips as she runs her tongue over them. She rests her head on your thigh as she watches you come down from the clouds.
âThis is definitely a dream, thereâs no way that I made you cum that hard.â She smiles, as she wipes her chin with the back of her hand. âDid I do okay?â
âWas my screaming not enough of a give away?â You both laugh and she crawls back up to lay next to you. âThoughts?â
âYou tasteâŚsweet.â She side eyes you with a smile and you both erupt into a much more intense fit of laughter. âYou must like me.â You tease, pushing her playfully. âCâmereâ
You lean up in an attempt to catch her lips with yours and she closes the gap, pressing her swollen lips against yours with a hum. âI am sweet.â She chuckles and you push her down onto your mattress.
âItâs your turn now.âÂ
âYou donât have to -â You cut her off with a kiss.
âI really want to.â She smiles up at you and watches as you crawl down her body. Just when youâre about to flip her skirt up her phone chimes underneath her. She ignores it and turns her attention back to you, lifting her hips to give you access to her pink strawberry print panties. You kiss her outer thigh and start moving inwards but before you can get too far her phone vibrates again. She groans in annoyance before she lifts up and grabs the device, unlocking it aggressively and checking her notifications.
âOh.â She whispers with wide eyes as she sits up. âOh no oh god I completely forgot.â
âWhat?â You ask, crawling back up to look at her screen. âOh.âÂ
âI completely forgot that he was picking me up, our plans completely slipped my mind.â She starts typing quickly, trying to come up with a message that would get her out of her plans. Her phone vibrates in her hands seconds after her message is sent and somehow her wide eyes get even wider. âHeâs here.â
âWhat?â Before you could even ask any questions thereâs a knock at your window. All of your friends come through your window when itâs open. Why not? Itâs in the front of your house and itâs fucking huge. You turn quickly and sure enough Hyunjin is lifting himself up and into your room.Â
âLadies.â He greets with a sigh once heâs in, he takes you both in with furrowed brows. His eyes dart from your skirt around your waist to Lixieâs messy hair then down to your friends flipped up skirt and then they finally stop at your ruined panties discarded at the end of your bed. âWhatâs going on here?â
âNothing.â You say in unison, not even bothering to fix your appearances.Â
âNothing?â He questions, an eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his lips as he looks you both over again.Â
âYeah weâre justâŚâ Lix trails off, looking at you for assistance but Hyunjin finishes before you can jump in âTasting cherries?â He walks over to your bed, sitting at the edge and leaning back against the frame.Â
âMind if I have a taste too?â
a/n : Thanks for reading! I've never written anything like this ever so I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, Comments and likes are appreciated and always make my day!
Now....what if they'd have the chocolates together....they'd fuck like bunnies đââď¸
Cat In Heat
You got him a little surprise!
Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader
Rating: Very Explicit!
Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.
Warnings: oral, fingering, butt plug, spanking, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), (I think that's enough! let's keep some elements of surprise!)
Word count: 2.8 k
You received a text from Minho: âHey baby, Iâm gonna hit the gym and grab a bite with Jisung next.â
He arrived at 4 a.m. so you didnât expect him to go to the gym first thing when he woke up, but apparently thatâs what heâs gonna do. He was away for only 3 days but you missed him so much it was gnawing at your every fiber. Last night you only noticed his arrival when the mattress dipped next to you and then he spooned you. You tried to fight your sleep weary eyes and wake up to greet him properly but his warmth and the comfort of his presence lulled you back to sleep seconds later. When you woke up this morning, leaving the bed was the hardest thing, you just wanted to stay tangled up with his limbs but you had to leave for work. You slowly slipped out the bed, trying to not wake him up in the process, then placed the softest kiss on his temple, you couldnât wait to get back and feast on his lips later.
You canât wait for this work day to be over. Your mind is somewhere else entirely, youâre thinking of the little gift you prepared for him. Two days ago was Valentines Day and he was away. Since it was your first valentine together, you were bummed that you couldnât spend it with him, but you knew what you got yourself into when you started dating a very busy idol, so you put up a front and did your best to assure him it didnât matter and you werenât upset. Thereâs no point in making a fuss about it anyway, itâs not like they would cancel their plans because you wanted to be with your boyfriend. He said heâd make it up to you later and you decided you can plan a belated valentine when heâs back. Little did he know, youâve been preparing something for him for weeks. You just canât decide on the right time to give it to him.
Youâre done for the day and thereâs nothing else for you to do at work, you ask your boss if you could leave earlier and he says yes. So, you rush to your shared apartment. You have some time before heâs home so you decide to unpack his suitcase. As youâre going through his stuff, you find a box of chocolate, you canât read the Japanese written all over it, but thereâs no doubt itâs chocolate. He always brings you some souvenir so without giving it much thought, you open the box and try one. Well, itâs nothing special, just descent chocolate. Not every souvenir has to be something unique, right? You place it on the drawer and go back to your task at hand.
As time passes by, you start to feel impatient and on edge. Itâs like when you have lots of caffein and you get jittery, except that itâs more of a warm feeling, it settles deep in your stomach. Itâs not exactly uncomfortable but youâre not sure whatâs causing it so you decide to distract yourself by checking the little surprise you got for Minho. You take out the stuff you hid in the back of your bottom drawer and sprawl them out on the bed. Itâs an outfit youâve put together. White and pink lingerie, stockings, garters, a chocker, and few other accessories, but the most exciting parts of the ensemble are the fluffy cat ears and tail. You pick up the tail, feel the weight of the plug attached to it. It was the last item you got and you havenât come around to try it yet. Suddenly you worry you wonât be able to wear it. What if you canât get used to it and have to take it off? You donât know when youâre gonna give him his gift, but you decide to try it now that youâre alone and see if you can handle it.
You take your pants and panties off, hold the tail in your hand, not sure how to go about it. You poke the tip of the shiny plug to your hole but you stop as you canât get it in even the slightest. Idiot! You need to prepare with lube first! Your hands fidget through the drawer with excitement in search for the lube you bought. You picked a very specific flavor, caramel, hoping it would taste similar to pudding! Too bad they didnât have a pudding flavor! You lather a finger up and try again. Itâs really uncomfortable but you wanna do it for him and you will do it. Itâs a weird feeling, having a finger up your butt, and you think thereâs no way itâs gonna get loose enough for the plug to fit in but you donât give up. The warm feeling in your stomach from earlier encourages you to keep going. You move that finger around till you feel less resistance, then you take it out to lube up two fingers this time. You donât wanna get too loose or the plug will fall out? Is that even a thing? You donât know, so you decide to give the plug a try. You carefully pour lube on the plug, you donât wanna ruin the fur, then you push it in and it fits perfectly! You clench and unclench your sphincter a few times, testing how it feels, then you stand up and check yourself in the mirror.
Watching the tail dangling from between your butt cheeks turns you on instantly. You immediately rid yourself of the rest of your clothes to put all the parts of the ensemble on. You pose in front of the mirror. You spend some time putting on a light cute makeup while enjoying a second piece of chocolate, then take another look at your entire outfit. Wow! You look so fuckable!! If only Minho got home sooner. You take a photo of your thigh hugged tightly by the stockings and the garter and send it to him along with: âAre you really gonna hang out with that stupid Ji while Iâm waiting for you like this?âÂ
A few seconds later you receive a text from him: âOn my way, be there in 10 minutesâ
He finally gets home. Heâs heart been racing since he laid eyes on that photo and heâs been sporting a semi-hard cock all along. Good thing his oversized hoodie covered it up. He opens the door to the apartment to find you stretched out on the couch, practically humping a cushion.
âHoly fuck! Whatâs gotten into you today?â He says as he approaches you in disbelief. His eyes scanning your outfit and becoming wide in shock as he notices the tail poking from under the mini skirt covering your ass.
âIâm just being hot for my boyfriend, is that wrong?â You say, stretching like a cat and raising your ass in the air. The skirt rides up and he sees that the tail isnât a strap on or attached to the skirt.
He kneels next to the couch, running a hand up your thigh till it reaches where the tail inserts your body. He gives the plug an experimental push that draws a whimper from you.
âKittyâs in heat, huh? What a naughty lil kitty. Iâll take care of you, pussy cat.â His hand comes in contact with your drenching pussy as he says the last word. You mewl in need. Your skin is on fire and his touch feels too good to be true. You canât think straight, all you know is that you need him next to you, on you, in you, you just want him to take you right then and there.
He picks you up effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, plops you on the bed and causes the plug to go a bit deeper, drawing a hiss from you. You sit up and get on your knees, reaching for his hand to drag him to bed.
âEasy baby, whatâs the rush?â He says as his free hand is unbuttoning his shirt. Despite your needy erratic movements, heâs so calm, mostly just enjoying the view of your eagerness.
As soon as he gets on the bed, you reach to unbuckle his belt. He watches you in silence, the way your dainty fingers struggle with the belt and his waistband. You pull his pants and boxers down and he eases out of them. His cock springs free and you donât hesitate to attach your lips to it. Usually itâs not how things go, you havenât even kissed him once since he arrived, but your head is filled with carnal desires and you donât need foreplay to get in the mood.
He leans back on his elbows as your head bobs up and down on his member, bringing it to life fast. You lick a fat stripe from the base to the top, your tongue teases the head with playful licks, his low grunts are melody to your ears. Precum pearls on the tip and you collect it all with your tongue. You wrap your lips around the tip again and give it a few sucks. He sits back up to stop you.
âI wonât last long if you keep that up.â he lifts your chin up, and fixes your cat ear headpiece âAigoo! What a dirty little kitty.â He coos at you with his eyes fixed on your lips, all swollen and red, so kissable. You get the cue and move closer, clashing your lips. Kissing him after days feels like youâve been deprived of oxygen and you can finally breathe. You straddle him, your fingers in his soft locks, his hands around your shoulders, your chests heave against one another. You push him on his back as you deepen the kiss, you hungrily suck on his tongue and pull his lips between your teeth. You only stop when your lungs are burning. You hide your face in his neck as youâre gasping for air, your core finding a rhyme to ride his thigh. You moan out his name at the new found friction. Youâre not wearing any panties; you thought it wouldnât be practical with a plug up your butt. Your slick coats his muscular thigh.
âIs kitty having a good time?â
ââŚmmhâ you canât form words, your brain already signed off and he hasnât even touched you yet. You suck a spot under his ear while his hand reaches down to squeeze your butt cheek under the skirt.
âThen do me a favor and sit that pretty pussy down on my face.â
You donât hesitate to follow his order. His tongue skillfully laps at your wet core, his nose nudges your clit. You try not to move but you have no control over your body anymore. Your hips move on their own, riding his face, so he gives your ass a slap as a warning. A loud squeak escapes your lips. You do your best to behave but how can you when now heâs sucking on your clit, while hooking a finger inside you and toying with the plug at the same time. He stops all stimulations at once when he realizes your close.
ââŚMinâŚâŚ pleaseâ
âNaughty kitties donât get to come so easily. Now get on foursâ
You comply, what else would you do? Youâd jump off a cliff if he told you so. You wiggle your ass to his face as heâs closely observing where the plug disappears inside you. Your outfitâs still intact but itâs not gonna last long. He pulls the plug out without warning and replaces it with his tongue. Instantly you hear his satisfied groan, heâs probably enjoying your choice of lubricant. You push back on his face, needing more friction. He brings a hand to rub around your clit while his teeth graze your rim. Your arousal drips shamelessly on the sheets, itâs like a leaky faucet, thatâs how good heâs having you now. You never even imagined having your asshole eaten would feel good, somethingâs really gotten into you. He stops his ministrations just as youâre starting to feel the orgasm build up for the second time. He steps back to admire the view before shoving the plug back in and give you new instructions.
âClose your thighs and press them tight for me princess.â
You look back and see him aligning his oozing cock.
âJust⌠fuck me⌠alreadyâ
âToo soonâŚâ he forcefully shoves his cock in the small gap between your thighs ââŚughhhâŚ.for thatâ
After a few thrusts, heâs fully covered in your juices so he picks up the pace as it slides easier. His member rubs on your clit with every thrust but itâs nowhere near enough to get you off. He gives you a slap that makes you press your thighs harder, so he gives you another, and another, and another. You press your head to the pillow to muffle your yelps. You think you might be reaching a climax this time but no. He takes the plug out and flips you around. This time you donât just complain with words, but tears are running down your face. Youâre a mess.
âOh little kitty, why the tears? Was I too harsh with my sweet angel?â he says as he towers over you and leans to kiss your tears away.
âNoâŚ. justâŚ.wanna cumâ
âYou will baby. You willâ
He kisses your face some more and moves down to your neck and chest. He yanks your frilly chocker with his teeth and throws it on the bed, so he can properly kiss and mark your neck. Then he unhooks the lacy matching bra and discards it somewhere else in the room. His hands come in contact with your soft breasts, his thumbs rub your nipples simultaneously and your lips part in a whimper.
âMy gorgeous lil kittyâ he admires as he continues to knead your breasts and then dips to take one pebbled nipple between his teeth. His tongue twirls around it and he closes his lips on it to suck. His hand travels south to slip between your folds and find your entrance. He has two fingers inside you, with his thumb pressing down on your clit. You buck your hips up to his touch. He lets go of your nipple and comes back up to kiss your lips with his fingers still inside you. Youâre so lost in the hot sloppy kiss that before you know it, his dick takes the place of his fingers in you. Fucking finally!
You bite his shoulder as he bottoms out in one go and the stretch overwhelms you. He moans in your ear from your delicious tightness.
âPleaseâŚ.Move babyâ you plead and he obeys. Caging you between his hands on either side of your head, he takes his sweet time with slow thrusts. He pushes your thighs to your chest and throws your legs over his shoulders. With this new angle he reaches deep inside, hitting your cervix with every single thrust. It doesnât take you long to feel the knot in your stomach again for the⌠you donât even know how many times he got you there and left you unfulfilled. You tightly hold onto him as his thrusts get faster.
âugh⌠gonnaâŚ. c..cumâŚâ
âCum for me⌠angelâ he kisses your parted lips, muffling your moans, as your orgasm finally washes over you. He reaches a hand down to pinch your clit, your entire body jolts with each pinch as youâre riding out your orgasm. Itâs the best orgasm youâve ever had, well, youâd say that about every orgasm with him, but this one really hits different. Your fluttering walls around him milk him dry and a string of curses leaves his lips as he joins you. He rides his climax, still thrusting into you until your mixed cum forms a ring around his base.
He pulls out and falls on top of you, you donât mind the weight, youâre too tired to care anyway and he feels like a heavy blanket, you donât even care about your sticky bodies or sheets. You think you could die happy at this moment but he gets up to clean you before you drift off to sleep. He takes a good look at your fucked out state âGosh! Baby youâre so hot. I love you so muchâ. You smile with your eyes closed âlove you tooâ. Youâre almost entering dreamland when he startles you:
âFuck! Baby you ate these chocolates?â He found the open box of chocolates you left on the drawer.
â..mhmmâ
âDid you know these were aphrodisiacs?â
âWHAT?â suddenly youâre fully awake, your eyes darting towards his direction.
âI wanted to try them together.â He says with an evident pout on his face.
@changbinlov3r with a pretty long haired baby girl han jisung and baby girl Minho on top of a cute foive year old Chris and baby binnie...please make a part twooođĽšđĽšđđđđĽş
We can't be friends | H.H.
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Genre: ANGST, smut
Summary: you have been in love with your best friend for a long time. On a night where you were supposed to comfort him after a break up, things heat up and he finally looks at you the way you wanted.
Words count: 2,957
THIS WORK IS FOR +18 AUDIENCES ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: I wanted to write something to "we can't be friends" by ariana grande, I was thinking so hard about what to write and this idea came to me so suddenly and I knew I had to write it.
Hwang Hyunjin was everything you ever dreamt about. You didnât realize that right when you met him in your first year of college, to you he was just a friend until he wasnât anymore. You started noticing every little thing about him, how his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the face he makes when he eats something good, what are his favorite drinks and snacks. Suddenly everything about Hyunjin sounded so interesting that you didnât even realize you were in love. You didnât realize how happy you got every time he sent you a message, how touched you felt when he went to pick you up at work because it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, how calm you felt when you were with him, watching a movie and chilling.
The moment you realized you were in love, you knew you couldnât be best friends anymore but you liked to pretend. Hyunjin never even looked at you twice so your mind never went to dark places, wondering what it would be like to tell him how you feel but even though that was the case, he didn't make it easy for you to stop liking him.
He would bring you snacks and medicine when you were on your period, when you felt down about anything he would be there to cheer you up and you could tell him just about anything, you knew he wouldnât judge you â well, almost anything. Could he ever understand you about this, though? How could you fall in love with your best friend?
When he got his first girlfriend it was a shock to you, the pain in your chest felt like it would burn you whole, but you kept fighting with your heart, telling yourself that it wouldnât do you any good for him to know about your feelings. His relationship didnât last long but it also wasnât the last you heard about a relationship of his and you thought you were okay with it. That is, until he met his last girlfriend. Hyunjin was head over heels for her and that killed you time and time again. Your heart broke more and more every time he talked about her, every time you slept over and heard him calling her late at night, telling her how much he loved her. A month went by, then three months, then a year.
Of course you didnât want them to break up because you knew he would suffer and that was the last thing you wanted, even if in that case you would be the one hurting. You tried to date other people, but you always felt it was wrong because deep inside you didnât want to get over him, not when you were still hopeful that one day he would look at you.
It was late at night when Hyunjin called you, it was clear in his voice that something was not right.
âCan you come over?â He asks, voice hoarse and tired.
âGive me ten minutesâ, you tell him, jumping out of bed. You were already in your pjs, ready to sleep and no one other than Hyunjin could make you go out this time of the night.
You don't even change your shirt, putting on sweatpants and brushing your hair quickly before grabbing your keys and your coat, walking to the door. The chill air of the night blows your hair, messing everything up and making your face grow cold. Winter has been killing you for a while now, you have been avoiding coming to the cold outside since you started to work from home.
You get into your car, turning on the heater, putting on some light music so you can stay calm and not freak out about what happened to your best friend.
You donât even knock when you get to his apartment, pressing the password to the door lock and entering the house. A strong smell of liquor comes straight to your nose, stopping you in your tracks. There are so many soju bottles on the floor that you canât even count and you hear the sound of the shower, so you can only conclude that Hyunjin is taking a bath.
Sighing and taking your coat, you throw it on the table, going to the kitchen to find a plastic bag and starting to collect the trash around the living room. What the hell happened? Hyunjin is usually pretty neat, itâs rare to see his house this messy.
You hear the sound coming from the bathroom disappear while you wash the dishes, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for Hyunjin to show up.
He looks awful, clean but horrible. He has eye bags under his eyes and seems tired like he hasn't slept in days.
âWhat happened?â You ask him, walking to him to take a closer look.
Hyunjin pouts, looking at you. You swear heâs almost crying.
âJisoo broke up with meâ, he says, running his hand through his hair.
âShe did what?â You scowl, eyes widening and he sighs. âWhat happened? This came out of nowhereâ
âI donât know, sheâs been acting weird lately and she didnât want me to pick her up at work anymore so I asked about it and she felt offended that I was being suspicious of her, but I was notâ, he whines, âI was just asking if there was something wrongâ
âWhen did it happen? Are you drunk right now?â You recall the amount of empty bottles of alcohol you found when you arrived.
âShe ended it yesterday, I thought she was gonna come aroundâ, he cries out, âbut she even blocked me on social mediaâ
Hyunjin turns around, walking to the sofa and sitting, supporting his elbows on his thighs while he covers his face.
âI'm not drunk, I ran out of booze a few hours ago and just couldn't get myself to go buy moreâ, he sighs, âI have no energyâ
You feel that pain in your chest, you never wanted to see him suffering like this.
âLook, you have today to cry and tomorrow you're gonna forget about her, okay?â, you groan, the last thing you want is to comfort the guy you like because someone else broke his heart. âYou have me, youâre gonna be fineâ You walk to him, sitting by his side and patting his back. Hyunjin sighs, nodding begrudgingly.
âThank you for comingâ, he says, leaning down and putting his head on your shoulder. âI know it's lateâ
âDonât worry about itâ, you assure him, âI'm always here for youâ
Hyunjin nods, looking up at you before you glance down at him, his dark eyes watching you like he can see right through you, all your emotions. Suddenly the atmosphere becomes strange, you both fall into silence and you feel something deep inside you, something you don't think you have ever felt before as he glances to your mouth and then your lips are on his.
For a few seconds you can't fully understand what's happening, are you two really kissing? And is he reciprocating? Hyunjinâs lips are just like you thought it would be, soft and sweet. Are you a horrible person for doing this when he just broke up with his girlfriend? His hands move to cup your face, deepening the kiss but yours go straight to his chest, pushing him away.
âWe shouldn't do thisâ, you shake your head, trying to get back to your senses. âThis isn't rightâ
Hyunjin scowls.
âIt's fine, I want itâ, he tries kissing you again but you stop him again.
âYou were drinking earlier, you are not thinking straightâ, you try keeping your cool.
âI'm sober nowâ, he insists, âplease, y/nâ, he pleads, making your heart melt.
It's not like you don't want to have him, you really do.
âYou won't regret it later?â You ask, biting on your bottom lip and when he shakes his head, you turn off the side of your brain that makes good decisions, kissing him again.
You grab his face, deepening the kiss, delighting yourself on his plump lips. His long hair falls around your fingers, tickling your skin and the brush of his tongue on yours makes you sigh. Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly while his hands slide down to your hips, pressing his fingers with such force you think it might cause a bruise.
He kisses you again, hungrily, leaning over and making you fall back on the sofa as he hovers over your body. You feel tiny beneath him, like he holds all the power in the world and youâre just there ready to make all his wishes come true.
As he trails kisses down your neck, you sigh and slide your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it somewhere in the room. You kiss him again, eagerly, not capable of staying away for too long as his hands slide down your shirt grabbing at your breasts, making you let out a moan. Your hands go down his abs, sliding inside his pants, pressing your fingers around his hard cock. You start massaging it up and down and Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly just enough for you to feel a slight pain.
He slips his hand down your bra, kneading at your breasts and pinching on your nipples.
âFuckâ, you murmur, not able to hold up anymore as you pull your on shirt off to give him the view of your chest that's bare in a few seconds since you work fast to undo your bra.
He watches you for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty. You feel your cheeks grow hot, trying to cover yourself but he blocks your movements, holding your arms above your head. Hyunjin kisses your neck, leaving a trail of bites that are going to cause you to use turtlenecks for a while but you are not complaining, he trails down your collarbone till your breasts so he can suck on your nipples, rubbing his hard cock against your tight while he enjoys his time at your chest.
You can't hold yourself back anymore, so you put your hands on his chest, pushing him away enough for him to sit down. You throw one leg over him, sitting on his lap, brushing your core against his hard cock, moaning to the delicious pressure. You kiss him again, rubbing yourself against him a few times, his hands go straight to your hip forcing you down.
You pull away when you can't breathe anymore, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, giving him a bite right on top of his collarbone, not stopping until he hisses.
âYou're going to leave a markâ, he groans, opening his eyes that were shut in pleasure, just to look at you, seeing the smirk you have on your lips.
âThat's the pointâ, you say, finally detaching your lips from his skin, enjoying the view of it turning purple.
You get down from his lap, getting on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down to find his painfully hard cock, glistening with precum. You grab the base of his cock, pumping it a few times before you get close enough to lick the head, circling it with your tongue, listening to him moan while he grabs the sofa, knuckles turning with the strength he's using.
You hold one of his hands with yours bringing it to your head and letting it rest on your hair, as you look at him sharply, sucking up and down on his cock even more eagerly.
âFuckâ, he grabs a handful of your hair, pressing your head further down his cock, the head reaching the back of your throat, making tears escape your eyes. âYou look so pretty gagging around meâ, he murmurs, throwing his head back, groaning to the intense feeling of the orgasm approaching.
You feel his grip tighten on your hair and he cums a few seconds later, letting go of your hair and breathing heavily, trying to recompose himself. You stare at him from the floor, not sure if he's going to want to keep going, but he soon looks back at you stretching himself to the side of the sofa till he reaches the drawer in the rack, pulling a condom out of there.
âDo you want to-â, he begins to say.
âYesâ, you nod frantically not even letting him finish.
âGoodâ, he smiles, tearing the package and putting on the condom, his cock hardening again. âIt's pretty difficult not to get hard again seeing you fucked out like that for meâ, he teases. Your hair is disheveled, your lips are swollen and there are tears marks down your cheeks.
You smile sheepishly watching as Hyunjin offers you his hand, pulling you down to sit back on his lap. You grab his cock, teasing your entrance lightly, closing your eyes to the feeling. When you sink down you swear you can see stars, his cock is just perfect, the stretch feels so good you can't even begin to describe it. He's reaching places you didn't even know you wanted to be reached, the way he grabs your hips, pushing you down on him while he makes you grind makes the sensation a thousand times better. You can already barely breath when he kisses you again, bringing a hand to your hair and pulling it while he bites on your lips, you can feel him thrusting into you, faltering movements showing that he's almost reaching his second orgasm. He trails kisses down your neck, kissing the hill between your breasts and licking on your right nipple while he curses under his breath.
âI'm gonna cumâ, he announces, detaching his mouth from your chest, glancing at you just to see you nod, murmuring âme too, I'm almost thereâ over and over until a loud moan escapes your lips. Your legs tremble and you hug Hyunjin looking for some kind of support, he wraps his arms around you, fucking into you while he cums too.
You don't have any strength left to get up when you come down from your high, resting your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin gently picks you up, holding your legs around his hips while he carries you to his room, laying you down on his bed. He murmurs something but you're too groggy to understand him, falling into a deep slumber as soon as you feel his lips meeting your forehead.
It's already afternoon when you wake up, there's no one by your side though and you feel the pain of regret beginning to find its way to your chest. You could ignore it, you really could, if it wasn't for Hyunjinâs voice coming from outside the room. You dress up fast, walking to the door to hear what he's talking about and then you realize he's not alone.
âDo you have any idea of how much you hurt me?â You hear his voice.
âI'm sorryâ, you hear Jisooâs voice, âI know I went overboard this time but I wasn't thinking clearlyâ
You feel your stomach sinking in, your heart starts beating on your ears but you make a huge effort to keep listening to them.
âWhat do you want me to do about it now?â He asks, sighing.
âLet's get back togetherâ, she suggests, âwe can pretend we never even broke up in the first placeâ
You want to believe with all you have in you that he's gonna deny her, that he's going to think about you and tell her he's not interested anymore.
âFineâ, he says, âbut I'll need some time to thinkâ
You wish you could say you're surprised with his answer but you're not, it's not even sad, it's just pathetic. You really thought that he would really look at you this time, didn't you? That he would fall in love with you after one night together? That's embarrassing to say the least.
You scoff to yourself, walking around the room and collecting your things, you want to get the hell out of there and disappear from this world.
You hear the front door being closed and you know Hyunjin is gonna show up at any time now.
You're already ready to go when he opens the door, stopping on his tracks to look at you.
âI didn't know you were awakeâ, he says, sheepishly.
âI amâ, you say walking past him in the direction of the front door.
âY/N, about yesterday-â, he starts saying but is interrupted by you spinning around to look at him, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to escape your eyes.
âYou're a fucking assholeâ, you tell him, making him scowl.
âI- look, you don't understandâ, he tries but you laugh, scoffing at him.
âWhat don't I understand? That you fucked me one night and went back to your girlfriend the next morning?â
âI wasn't on my right mind yesterdayâ
âFuck youâ, you feel your face hot with anger, âyou said you wouldn't regret itâ, you cry out as you run your hands through your hair, âI guess that's on me for really believing youâ
âLet's not let this ruin our friendship okay? We can take some time apart to clear our heads but we are still best friends, y/nâ
âWe can't be friendsâ, you inform him, âI have known that for a long time now but I liked to pretendâ, you sigh, waiting for him to say something, anything that could make you stay, but Hyunjin just stares at you in shock and watches as you leave him.
Fun factđ...I wrote this when I was feeling just that.... overwhelmed đŽâđ¨....glad you liked itđŤśđ
*Isn't he lovely?
As the first light of dawn seeped through the curtains of your room, illuminating a soft melancholic glow in it you shifted under the covers dreading on why you hadnât draped them the previous night. The light was the last thing you wanted to see, really! Groaning in irritation and exhaustion you decided against your desires and left the bed in a freakishly slow pace only to be met with dizziness and drowsiness, the weight of your own body pulling you right back in bed as you fell with a soft thud. Okay, maybe having four bottles of beer alone in your dark room before bed wasnât a good idea. With shaky hands you reach out for the glass of water that is dangerously sitting on your nightstand to parch your dry throat. Your body doesnât give you a break even then, your head pounding hard like a relentless drumbeat. Yeah, drinking before bed was really not a smart idea. Well your month ago self would have told you that, but you caged her in. The current you doesnât give a shit about the consequences of your actions and is sure you are gonna do the same again tonight, just like youâve been doing for the past weeks. You lazily drag yourself downstairs kicking away the empty bottles of beer scattered on the floor so you can try and have breakfast. Keyword, try. Nothing tastes good to you anymore, nothing but beer and your little fried cashew nuts. Thatâs what youâve been living on for the past month. Even as you scan your kitchen for something healthier, your hands automatically grab the last bag of cashews you have left and a bottle of beer in the fridge and you head over to the couch. Where youâll be spending your day and then head right back upstairs to finish the last few bottles of beer you have.
Thereâs a crappy show playing on your TV that you donât even remember playing the previous night, a woman, probably the main character, smiling to herself yapping something in her monologue about being content that sheâs glad she has someone who could care for her, love her and cherish her. To be cared for, you didnât know how that felt.
When the year began you thought youâd have your life fully under control. No storms, no emotional outbursts, just a smooth life and probably a happy one too. It begun like that actually, it began with you finding love, finding someone that could understand you. Having Minho in your life was as great as youâd have imagined; he was sweet, kind, hot and sexy. Basically the type of guys you were into. You had everything under control as the year began, smooth sailing and all, with Minho by your side. But then you started to feel overwhelmed, falling victim under the suffocating weight of expectations and obligations particularly from your mother who seemed to be short of lacking criticism in any sort of thing. She always had something to complain about, something to observe and put in her views and perspectives. One day it would be about how you donât call them often anymore, or how youâve been too much in social media; with the posts your uploading instead of working, and on the days she had that âmother attitudeâ it would be to comment on how your boyfriend looks more like a fuckboy rather than a life partner and how you take care of him and the strangers in the city more than them.
But you did take care of them, you really did. From the day you got your first salary, your first paycheck. Heck youâve been taking care of them ever since you realized how far your roles of the eldest daughter go. You always listened when she complained about how her business is not doing okay, about how sheâs running low on sales stocks and about how stingy her husband is. Always listened when she said she had no sister figure in her life to share stuff with but now she can do that with her daughter. Always listened when she talked about how well your sisters were doing in college and high school. Always listened when she made comments on how fat or thin youâve gotten. You always listened. Your dad, you were close with each other, had nothing much to complain about him. He was just an over achiever and too much of a planner perfectionist.
âYou should have stayed back here Y/N instead of going to the city. That spot in that law firm my friend once offered me is still free. You could make a lot out of it, thereâs nothing serious out there if you ask me. This was a sure bet job sweetie.â He had said one day through a phone call that was supposed to be you telling him the exciting news of how you won your first case in a while. He was the kind of person that always wanted things to go according to his plans.
Your sisters would call you day in and out, talking about their days in school. Saying how they wished they had so and so, how mom and dad are still as stingy as ever since you moved away from home. How their allowances got reduced. How they wished they were you and had the freedom to do whatever they wanted.
But did you even want to be you at this point? Everything was beginning to feel like it was too much, too little, not right. Maybe your dad was right, you should have stayed back with them and taken the offer he had given you since there were no more job offers for you that seemed to be coming up. Maybe your mom was also right, you donât take care of them enough, you have to do more, you have to be more.
But when would they listen to you, when would they stand by what you chose for once, when would they appreciate what youâve already done or at least tried to do even if it was just a little bit? When would they also listen to what you have to say? When would they take care of you in that way?
Sure you had Minho but he was also a man of his own before you, he also had a family that needed him, he also had stuff going on. You werenât his 24 hour responsibility. Knowing how this overwhelming feeling felt made you not wanna dump it on someone else, youâd rather handle it on your own just as youâve always done. And thatâs exactly what youâve been doing for the past month, handling your situation. You had had blacklisted your parents and sisters not wanting to hear from them anymore, just for the while, until you got your shit back together. Hidden yourself from the world since you basically hadnât picked any calls from your friends or even Minho, not gone outside for the past weeks, not breathed in that fresh cool air from outside. You were under house arrest, by your own will. The only logical way for you to handle your situation.
The silence in your room strings you away from your thoughts, the TV is dead silent and the lights in the kitchen were off. Maybe there was a power surge or maybe it was just the fact that you hadnât paid this monthâs electricity bill. You couldnât care less anyways since you found the dark way more comforting these days.
Your cashews are done, thereâs nothing left in the package. Your beer is halfway done too and you have to pee but you donât feel like getting up from the comfortable position youâre in on the couch. âGuess Iâll just have to if I donât wanna ruin my couch,â again you move at a really slow pace heading for the bathroom to ease yourself.
âDarn it with the fucking lights,â is the first thing that slips from your mouth when you walk down the hallway back to the living room. You hear clanking noises coming from the kitchen and you are slightly shocked to find Minho standing in front of your kitchen sink wearing your lavender apron and doing youâre two weeks old or so dishes. He seemed to be too immersed in whatever he was doing to even notice your disheveled-self standing there, you take a quick glance at yourself and realize how pathetic you look in your baggy blue sweats, your stained t shirt and your tangled up dry and obviously dirty hair. You clear your throat in a low but audible voice and Minho turns to look at you only after heâs finished the washing the last dish in the sink. He stares at you for a whole minute without saying anything, the two of you awkwardly standing there in the kitchen area. He blinks once, twice, thrice then a couple of more times under the long bangs of his hair and mutters a hello which you return with a curt nod. He turns away from you and proceeds to move about in the kitchen. âItâs been that long?â You think to yourself, you stare back at Minho. He grew his hair out, youâve been away for so fucking long that he grew his hair out. You retrieve your eyes from him and decide to go back to the couch seeing that you had nothing to say to each other.
He cleaned the living room coffee table, in that short amount of time you went to the bathroom, he cleaned it all. The beer you had left earlier was no longer there and your empty nut bag was gone. You glance over at Minho in the kitchen and sigh, maybe the TV is working now that the lights are back on. You scroll the available channels and decide to stop at one that has its program read; Just for Laughs but youre too lost in youre thoughts once again to concentrate on whatâs playing. Minho probably thinks youâre a loser, he probably thinks youre a burden. A dirty lazy burden that he has for a girlfriend who canât even take care of herself alone. He probably wants to end things, you donât deserve him. He needs better, he needs someone who can handle their shit in a mature way. You look down at your stained shirt once again and sigh. He definitely deserves better than this, better than you. You know youâve inconvenienced his schedule by making him be here, he had better, important things to do. Why is he here in the first place?
Before your thoughts go on any further, you feel a presence loom over you and a delicious smell of freshly made food hits your nostrils.
âEat this, you need it.â Minho says in a stern but soft voice handing you the bowl.
You donât look up at him because youâre afraid youâll cry when you do, so you just keep staring at your feet and shake your head no. You hear him sigh and it just makes your thoughts spiral the more. You see his feet move about and the in the next minute he is sitting on the floor and looking at you from below. You turn away quickly but not quick enough as he pulls your chin to face him again with a spoonful of his homemade meal in front of your mouth, he gives you a stern look and you have no choice but to open your mouth and take what he gives you. The both of you sit in silence for the next few minutes, the room only filled with the sound of you chewing and swallowing and the sounds of the spoon hitting the glass bowl every time Minho scoops another portion until youâve completely emptied the bowl. He then gets up to get you glass of water and disappears upstairs leaving you alone with your thoughts again.
âDid you shower today?â Minho asks when he comes back down stairs a little sweat dripping from his forehead, is long bangs sticking to it and a plastic bag in his hands filled with your empty beer bottles. You timidly shake your head embarrassed of your state. He makes haste to dispose the bag and comes right back inside to lead you up to you room.
âI can bathe myself,â is what you tell Minho when you see him take his clothes off.
âI need a shower too. Am all sweaty from cleaning those smelly beer bottles,â he says, with no malice or disgust really, just a plain comment but you wince at that statement and only hum taking off your dirty outfit. You turn your back on him hoping heâs not looking at you. Youâve lost weight, your collar bone is more prominent, you donât want him to see you like that he might get more disgusted; you think. You very slowly slide your sweats off your legs and squat by your bed to fold it even though itâs going in the hamper. Minho is still shuffling around the room probably putting a towel on. You want him to take a shower first and leave you alone in the bathroom to probably cry out the tears youâve been holding back ever since he came to you today but he has other plans.
He comes right behind you and snatches the piece of clothing that is neatly folded and sitting still on your bed with your shaky fingers still pressing over it. He throws it into the hamper beside him.
âThatâs no use, get up,â and you do while trying to cover up youâre naked self with the knee length towel you have on but Minho tosses it on the bed seeing no use of keeping it on. You both make it into the bathroom where the beautiful scent of lavender and vanilla engulfs your senses, the room aglow with soft candlelight casting and flickering shadows on the wall making it feel like a sanctuary of relaxation. You turn to face Minho who smiles at you softly and gestures you to step into the bathtub adorned with radiant jasmine petals floating delicately on the bubbled water. You sink into the lukewarm water and your shoulders instantly relax, you close your eyes and sigh in ease feeling a wave of tranquility wash over you. Something you havenât felt in days. Minho lovingly stares at you by the bathroom door his eyes shimmering with happiness to see you at ease, his heart filling with satisfaction and pride. Your eyes shoot open when you feel the water move and Minho sits in front of you, his hands search yours under the water and he holds them tight fearing he might lose you if he lets go. His feline eyes stare into your soul telling you in every way how he missed you and how he loves you more than he has ever done anyone in his lifetime. His eyes tell you how important you are too him and how he wouldnât know how to move on without you in his life, his touch speaks multitude of the depth of affection he has for you, the security heâs willing to offer you, that you crave for.
And you cage, completely crashing. Tears begin to violently flow from your eyes as tiny sobs escape your lips mumbling bits of âam sorryâ and âthank yousâ to him but he doesnât let you cry quickly pressing his forehead onto yours as his thumbs wipe away the tears from your cheeks.
âNo matter what, Iâll always be here. Waiting to take care of you to cherish you and keep you safe. Iâll carry your burdens for you no matter what, mmh?â He tells you softly and you can feel the truth in his voice, the firmness and dedication of his words. You cry harder, full on weeping on his bare chest and this time he decides to let you do so rubbing soothing circles on your back and gently stroking your hair occasionally pouring water on your back with the small of his hand. And after youâre done crying he kisses you so sweetly, so softly, as if you were a glass doll that would break if he were to press harder on your lips. He kisses the overwhelming feelings away, he kisses the stress away and erases the weight of the world, your worries and your fears. His kiss is another reassuring promise of comfort in the midst of your chaos. His lips brush against yours and the world seems to be on pause, thereâs nothing more you feel at the moment apart from him, his warmth, his soft touch, his love.
Minho pulls you closer to him so that you are fully sitting on his lap under the jasmine bubbles, youre lips detach from his and he pecks your nose and flashes you a smile showing his two front bunny teeth and you mirror his smile feeling like a whole new person. He suddenly stands with you still in his arms but his grip on your thighs tighter than before and steps out of the tub whilst peppering soft kisses on all over your face eliciting giggles from you.
âMin, weâre wet donât-â you try to protest as he lays you on your bed not willing to part his lips from your body.
âI missed you so much, let me take care of you,â he says in a husky voice his lips trailing lower and stopping at the bridge of your breasts to look up at you and you now see how his eyes are brazen with lust. Seeing that you had no oppositions to his current actions he went ahead and took one of your breasts in his mouth sucking and kissing all over, his front teeth lightly nibbling on your hardened nipple. His other hand delicately pinching your other nipple twisting and turning it between his thumb and index finger. His touch made you quite sensitive since it truly had been long since you felt him in this sense. You donât get much time to relish in the feeling of his lips on your breasts as you feel his tongue glide past your tummy and stop just on top of your waist.
âSo pretty,â he coos as his fingers spread your slick wet folds flicking at it now and then.
âM-min,â you breath out not really knowing what you want him to do, your brain completely fuzzy with lust and desires. But he knows exactly what you need and he gives you that. His tongues delves right into your leaking cunt and he licks and sucks like a starved man, which in true sense he was. Not being able to hear from you or see you for an entire month had made him worried sick out of his mind, he had missed you, had missed every aspect of you. And now that he had you, he would show you, he would make you feel how heâd missed you so much.
âSo sweet love, so fucking sweet,â he mumbles against you and you cum instantly with a loud cry of his name, but that doesnât make him stop. Minho continues to lap at your folds taking in every drop of your release making you squirm above him as you try to push his head away. âSens-sensitive Minho. Mmmh,â you cry out and he only looks up when heâs sure he is done and had enough of you, for now.
âI love you, so much.â He speaks against your lips and kisses them more fervently tongue gliding over your lip asking for entrance and as soon you grant him that, he sucks on your tongue even harder. His hands donât stay in one place, roaming your body, groping any piece of flesh that is able to fit in his hand. He has his hand on your breasts, your thighs, your tummy and your ass. Your hands too caress his soft firm chest and back, gripping the hairs on the back of his neck each time he sucks on your lips and tongue. They glide all over his body then your fingertips brush past his tip and he winces biting your tongue and the sound you make after that makes him harder than he already was.
âBaby, I need you. Fucking now,â
âMe too Min, please,â you say in a desperate whine now fully grabbing at the base of his crotch.
Minho was definitely gonna show you how much he missed you, savor every part of you, make you feel what you really were to him. Special and important, and he wanted to make sure that by the end of it all you knew. He quickly turned so that now you were above him, your folds grazing his thick pink leaking tip. As you were about to lower yourself on his waiting dick he spun you around so that your ass was facing him and you were directly looking into the floor length mirror in front of your bed.
âMin-Minho, lemme look at you. I wanna see you,â you say hesitantly as you try to get back to your previous position but Minho pushes you down and the tip of his shaft pokes at your hole. âF-fuck!â
âI want you to see how pretty you are and how you deserve to be taken care of. You need to see how I take care of you,â he says so calmly as if he isnât sinking his cock into your tight wet cunt. You mewl at his words and grip on his thick thighs as he slides you down further into his cock, his gaze is intent on the scene before him. Your body is jerked forward so that your back is slightly arching and Minho gets a first row sit to how you are taking him so well.
âFuck, youre so fucking tight,â he grunts as youre now completely on top of him. You on the other hand are struggling between keeping your vision away from the mirror and not screaming at the fullness of Minho. He then pulls you back softly by the back of your neck and you lay your head on his shoulder, mouth hanging open groaning in pure pleasure.
âBaby, open your eyes for me,â he coos right against your ears and you have no choice but to do so, you are met with the erotic sight of your naked body against his, his hands holding both your breasts and squeezing them promptly each time he thrusted into you.
âYouâŚ.are perfectâŚand deserve to be taken care of,â he thrusts into you with a grunt, âYou deserve the whole world and back and Iâll give you all that babyâ he thrusts harder than the last time and you mewl biting your lower lip. His left hand leaves your breasts and comes to gently caress your folds.
âLet me hear you baby.â You moan out his name the minute he lightly pinches your clit and that encourages him to rub faster and thrust harder. With his right hand playing with your nipple, his left hand rubbing at your folds and his dick hitting all the right places in you there was no way you could last long and so you cum harder than you think youâve ever done when with him. You come calling out his name and he encourages you to finish, still drawing circles at your lower lips, with little praises of âyou did wellâ and âyouâre perfectâ. He also immediately releases into you biting into the side of your neck then falling back on the bed with you still on top of him, he still holds you, embracing you and the moment you just shared.
He later carries you back to the bathroom and washes both of you off. He has you back to your old self again, giggling like a teenage girl that just discovered their first love. You are grateful for him, you really are and maybe you could handle things in a better way. You could handle your problems with Minho. He was the one to listen to you, to take care of you just as you did for everyone else. He was the one to make you feel like you were enough and so much more.
As you lay in your bed both cuddling against each other comfortable in each otherâs warmth, Minho promises again to be there for you and to take care of you and you promise to tell him when it gets too much so you can get through it together.
âMinho,â you call him as sweetly as he would you.
So I was watching the Maniac Tour, and Lix just grabbing a fan's phone when Seungmin was told not to is pretty epic. (Like the little rebel he is) And then I thought what if when he was recording through your phone he left you a message to contact him. He's mouthing his phone number and a 'call me' when y'all think he's mouthing the lyrics to Charmer. He gives your phone back with wink and the section you're standing in goes wild, but the wink was sent directly to you, not that the others should know.
So when you're back home and going through the videos you gaslight yourself into thinking you're being too delusional, but you still dial the number and text a simple 'Hey?' You laugh at yourself for being stupid but the 'I said to call sunshine' text that appears on your phone has you falling right off your bed. You were going nuts, it couldn't possibly be real, you had to be dreaming or something.
'Can't wait to see you at the fan sign event after next week'
This was probably enough to make you pass out now.
Agahjakkahajjđ....thank you for letting me know you'll write itđŽâđ¨đŠ
Dibs
Summary: You get close with your new pack, especially the Luna. 5.5k words
Warnings: it's omegaverse. guys. it's omegaverse. there's gonna be omegaverse in it. reader is an omega, so is lino. there's mommy kink. towards lino. uh. there's s3x. what else. readers genitals and pronouns are not specified or elaborated on at all B). one (1) piss joke. poly ot8 and it's implied they all bone but there's no actual boning that happens. there's boning described once for two seconds.
Notes: I have almost all of the legendary fish in stardew. this was inspired by this ask that @hyunsvngs got like two days ago. it was also finished yesterday, but I was busy so I didn't post it. thanks to my friends who read it and gave me feedback. uhm. that's all.
Hyunjin is the one who finds you. Youâre both in the same class at university, a filler class, something to do with philosophy, and you group up on a project to discuss the differences in the eastern and western versions of the practice.
âDo you think the whole âAlpha Mindsetâ thatâs going around these days could be a facet of modern philosophy, or is it just omegaphobia repackaged?â Youâre dicking around on your laptop in class. After assigning the project, your teacher gave up on doing their job, which would be great, but attendance is still mandatory.
âProbably repackaged, hey I have a question for you.â Hyunjin sets his phone down when he asks, tilting in his seat to face you and your heart skips about seven beats in your chest.
Heâs pretty, almost pretty enough that itâs annoying, that and he smells nice. It took you two weeks of classes to muster up the courage to ask him on a date only for him to say that he has seven boyfriends but heâd be more than happy to be friends. You would sell your soul to the nearest evil spirit to be lucky enough to have one boyfriend, much less seven, but you arenât going to let a good opportunity slip out of your hands, so you took his offer of friendship even though you wanted- want- more.
âYeah, whatâs up?â You can feel that this conversation is bordering on serious, a topic that you and Hyunjin broach often. Heâs the poetic type, and often you find yourself discussing the intricacies of human emotion with him. He seems nervous though, nervous enough that you temporarily pause Papaâs Pizzeria and boot up 2048 instead, giving him as much attention as you can offer.
âSo. Okay wait. Give me a second, I have a list of questions to ask you. Seungmin made me a flowchart.â You smile at him, heâs cute. Seungmin is one of his boyfriends, Hyunjin spends more time than is strictly necessary talking your ear off about how smart and cute and talented Seungmin is. Youâd be jealous if you hadnât seen Seungmin pick Hyunjin up from school one time. Your pants filled with slick so fast you had to hide in the bathroom for half an hour pretending to be sick until you calmed down enough to head home.
âOkay. Uhm. Would you consider us to be good friends?â His voice sounds slightly robotic as he reads from his script and you laugh slightly before confirming.
âOh, thatâs great. Me too. Uh. Do you have a boyfriend?â He pauses. âOr a girlfriend, or a partner?â He adds those last two as an afterthought, rushing through them and you laugh again.
âYou would know if I managed to pull that off, Hyunjinnie.â
âWhat about that pretty girl from your math class?â
âShe only dates Alphas unfortunately.â
âDamn.â He doesnât sound very sorry as he says it, but you can tell heâs trying to be nice. It irks you just a tad, but you think this conversation is leading up to something so you drop the irritation and motion for him to continue.
âOkay, if ânoâ, the next question was,â heâs mumbling to himself and you snort slightly. âDo you have a pack?â You blink. Heâs never asked you this before and you shake your head. Where youâre from, people have moved away from forming packs, something about a post World War 2 culture shift and traditional values and homophobia and what not. Your generation is working to bring them back, but the only pack you have is your immediate family. You havenât gotten close enough to anyone on campus to try and start one, and the one time you felt the need you were swiftly friendzoned.
âAh. No. I donât.â He hums sadly.
âOkay. Would you like one?â
âHyunjinâŚâ Youâre starting to feel slightly defensive, and youâre not sure if you like where this is going.
âWait. Wait. Let me finish.â He huffs. âI told Chan these questions would weird you out, but what do I know?â He sets his phone down and grabs the hand that was busy moving the 2048 tiles around on your computer screen.
âI have a crush on you.â You blink, rapid fire. âAnd I would like to date you. And also so would my seven boyfriends. But we can get to that later. I got here first, I call dibs.â
In the version of this you tell your friends and family, you accepted immediately and you and Hyunjin went on your first date that afternoon. In reality, you stood up so fast you almost passed out and hightailed it to the bathroom to have a mild panic attack. Hyunjin was kind enough to grab your things and wait for you. He was also kind enough to wait the months-long process of you being generally distrustful of him and his intentions until you decided he was actually serious and that you wanted to give it a try.
-
Which leads you to where you are now, in the passenger seat of Hyunjinâs car, hands outrageously sweaty as you prepare to meet the rest of the pack for the first time.
âListen, we donât have to.â He says. âIâve talked it over with the rest of them, it can just be you and I. I like you, I want to date you.â
âNo, no. Even if it does work that way, Iâd have to meet them eventually.â
âYeah, but meeting âmy boyfriends that you have no commitment toâ would probably be easier than meeting âmy boyfriends who might also become your boyfriends.ââ
âI can guarantee you it wouldnât.â
âJeeze. You should talk to someone about that.â
âInsurance.â
âChannie has good insurance.â
âIâm not legally dependent on him.â
âOh.â
He grabs your incredibly sweaty hand in his huge and not-so-sweaty one and holds it for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the driveway he kisses said hand and bats the other one away from the door handle.
âDonât worry. I got it.â Usually, he would just walk around the car to open it for you, today he bodily throws himself over the hood before doing a weird roll and a cartwheel. You laugh and he opens it and helps you out. He smiles.
Youâre still laughing at him as he guides you to the front door and opens it, youâre laughing as he helps you take your shoes off, and youâre laughing through introductions.
âWhatâs so funny?â Jeongin asks, and you burst into more laughter as you remember the way Hyunjin chucked himself over the car. Youâve calmed down enough to tell him just as you hear yelling from a different room.
âHwang Hyunjin! How the hell did you get dirt on your shirt? We told you to pick them up, not stop for mud wrestling!â
(You do, eventually, tell Jeongin what happened. He demands a live demonstration and almost cries at it.
âItâs just so dumb! Heâs usually graceful and he just- How did he move his body like that?â
âThat was the ugliest fucking cartwheel Iâve ever seen.â)
-
The pack is nice and touchy and, best of all, they want you around.
Heeelllloooooo
hi jisung
Jisung ??? Are you mad at me or smth?
hi jiji
Okay great
WHat are you doung today
And donât say âyour momâ
your mom
ah shit
uh. nothing. sleeping. eating. pissing.
In my mouth?
????????????
Ignore that.
Anyways.
Come over :DÂ
You can do all of that here
In my bed >:)
I was over there yesterday
Idc. Iâm sending over Changbinnie with the car <3
IâM NOT PREPARED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE
Good thing youâre just coming to hang out with me then
-
So, you like them. Youâre comfortable with them, thereâs only one problem.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âHow do you even know that?â Seungmin levels you with a stare.
âItâs physically impossible to hate you-â
âNot true.â Seungmin stares again. You stare back. He rolls his eyes.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âHe doesn���t talk to me.â
âHeâs shy.â
âWell! So am I! Only one of us can be shy in this relationship and I call dibs!â Seungmin huffs and smashes his head into a pillow.
âKim Seungmin, if you mess up my nest, Iâm kicking you out.â
âThis is my bed.â
âNot anymore.â He fixes the pillow and holds your face in his hands.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âWhat if he does? What if Luna doesnât like me?â Seungmin plants a kiss to your nose and lets you cry.
-
haihai
Minho?????
Iâm the only one without a cute nickname
rectify that immediately
what should I call you then
Idk. Iâve never had to give myself a nickname.
anyways
a little puppy told me that you think I donât like you
kim seungmin is dead to me
say your goodbyes
kkkkk
no need for that
I could smell your tears on him after you went home
I thought he scared you away
it took a very long time to get him to fess up >:)
what did you do
nothing he doesnât enjoy
anywayÂ
Luna is sorry
for making you think he doesnât like you
come over tomorrow
Iâll make it up to you >:)
???
Iâm not really up to boning rn, sorry to say
>:( thatâs not what I meant
Jisungie says you like this game
Stardew Valley
he says it has multiplayer mode
I downloaded it on our switch for us to play together
just us
everyone else can suffer
oh.Â
just us?
unless youâd rather have company
I think Channie is free
NO THATâS NOT WHAT I MEANT WE CAN PLAY IT ALONE
chan is free you say >:)
Yah! I called dibs on you!
Iâm kicking him out of the house tomorrow
teehee
-
Stardew with Minho is surprisingly fun. You put him in charge of fishing while you spend your days toiling in the mines. He starts beef with Harvey, the local doctor, after you tell him that Harvey is your go-to love interest when you play the game solo.
âHeâs pixels! Code and pixels!â
âI donât care! This stupid doctor wanders onto our farm and charges me money for passing out on my own land. And! Heâs stealing my Omega. He needs to go. How do I replace him?â You let out a laugh and ignore the flutters in your stomach when he casually lays claim on you.
âDo you get this upset when Felix or Ji talk about their media crushes?â
â... I donât see how thatâs very relevant to the conversation.â
âYouâre silly.â He huffs at you.
-
âWhy is this fish ugly?â
âThatâs a- You just caught a legendary fish. Do you know how hard that is?â
âItâs ugly. Iâm selling it.â
âNo, donât! Let me buy a fish tank! We can display it on our farm!â
âWhy would you want to display this?â
âYou can only catch one per save file.â He rolls his eyes but dutifully places the fish in the tank when you return to the farm. You kiss his cheek and watch his ears turn red.
-
After that, spending time with Minho is easy. You canât really imagine what it was like being in the pack without having his attention on you. Felix starts joking that heâs been replaced as Minhoâs favorite. (He stops because it starts to make you mildly upset, but also because youâre pretty sure Minho sucked the soul out of his dick right after he first made that joke.)
It comes to a head around exam season, this time, you and Hyunjin donât share any classes, and annoyingly, Chan is too busy to eat much less help you settle, so you end up floundering with anxiety and stress and lack of sleep.
âJagi? Whatâs wrong?â Itâs Minho, his scent lavender and undercut with something sugar coated.
âEverything.â Your head is in your hands and youâre shoving your palms into your eyes to push back tears. Minho hums, hand coming to the back of your neck to scruff you just slightly.
âWhatâs your schedule like right now?â You shove your calendar at him and he hums, considering for a second before heâs hauling you up by your armpits.
âWait- I have to study. I canât just-â
âYou have to eat.â This is the harshest youâve ever heard him speak to you, but strangely enough, you donât feel scared. âYou have to eat and sleep and maybe shower and cuddle with Luna because he misses you and then you can get back to studying. Yeah?â
His suggestion makes you whine and struggle in his hold a bit. His hand returns to your neck to re-scruff you.
âSettle. Iâm not asking, jagi, Iâm telling.â You huff and pout at him, but heâs the packâs head Omega for a reason, and who are you to question his authority? So you listen, going limp in his hold and forcing him to bear your weight.
âI see why you and Seungminnie get along so well. Youâre listening, but not without struggle, hmm? Brats. The both of you.â
ââM not.â
âYou are. But thatâs okay, Luna will train it out of you some other time. Youâll learn to behave.â
You can ignore how his words sent a spike of heat to your belly, but you canât ignore the way he smirks at the change in your scent.
âOh? Do you like that?â
â... I thought I was supposed to be eating.â
âNice subject change. But yes, you are. Sit there and let me handle it.â
He feeds you and helps you shower, despite your many protests that youâre gross and can handle it yourself he refuses to back down.
âLet me do this for you, hmm?â His eyes are soft. âI donât have to if you really donât want me to, but I want to take care of you. Let me take care of my baby.â So you do, melting under his soft gaze and softer words, and he must be doing something with his scent, because you feel mildly scent drunk as he drags you into his nest.
âIâm allowed in?â Youâre surprised. Youâve never been in his room before, most of your hangouts happening in the living room or Chanâs room when heâs not home because Minho thinks itâs funny to bother the Alpha. So youâre slightly out of it and a lot surprised and Minho looks a little upset that you asked but he takes your arm and shoves you onto his bed, rearranging his nest around you before climbing in himself.
âOf course youâre allowed in. You think Kim Seungmin is allowed in here and youâre not? You think I let a sweaty, post-gym Changbin in here but wonât let you? Youâre silly. Hush.â
âBut-â
âHush.â
âOkay.â He hums, satisfied at your submission and wraps himself around you.Â
âLuna will give you a reward when you finish exams.â
âWhat if I donât pass?â
âYou still deserve a reward for trying.â He kisses your head and you fall asleep like that, curled around each other, comfortable in his bed and warm in his arms.
-
âIâm finished!â You wander into the house the next week, fully prepared to spend your break doing absolutely nothing.
âYay! With what, exactly?â Changbin asks. You hang your self off of him, forcing him to drag you along as he putters around the kitchen.
âWith exams! Didnât Yongbokkie and Minho ban you from the kitchen?â
âWell, yes. But what they donât know wonât kill them.â
âWhat who doesnât know?â Itâs Minho, and you giggle as you push your face in between Changbinâs shoulder blades. Heâs so big and warm. You want to bite him and also want him to hold you against a wall for unholy acts. Your hands wander around while heâs stuttering out a lame excuse to grope his chest.
âYes. Iâm busy celebrating being a genius. It seems we both have full schedules.â
âCelebrating,â Minho steps next to you and taps you until you look at him, cheek still smushed against Changbinâs back. âAre you finished with exams then?â
âMhm.â Your eyes are closing. Changbin really is comfortable, he smells slightly like chocolate and raspberries, and you could do with a celebratory nap.
âThatâs great!â Youâre being tugged away from your napping spot. âCome, Luna promised you a reward.â
âMy nap.â
âYou canât sleep standing, youâre not a horse.â
âYou have no idea what Iâm capable of.â
He crosses his arms after closing the door to his bedroom.
âDo you want to nap before or after your reward?â
âWhatâs my reward?â The sentence hasnât been out of your mouth for very long before heâs cupping the back of your head and kissing you.
âOh. Oh. This is a good reward.â He smiles against your mouth, gently pushing you back towards his bed.
âYeah? I thought youâd like it. I can smell you, you know.â Your back is hitting the mattress and thereâs a shirt by your head that you think Hunjin was looking for a little while ago. âWhen you stare at me for too long, I can smell how needy you get. We all can, but I called dibs.â
âDibs?â Your hands are under his shirt squishing his pecs.
âMhm. Dibs. Hyunjinnie got to date you first. Kiss and hug and hold your hand. But do you know what I get to do first?â You shake your head and he gives you a wicked smile before he leans down next to your ear. âI get to fuck you first. Not Channie, not our Alpha, not Hyunjinnie who found you first. Me, your Luna. I get you first.â You inhale, shaky, and your legs shake slightly with the way blood rushes away from your brain. You can smell how your scent spikes and you can smell how Minhoâs spikes in return. He smells so good, you want to get your mouth on him, so you do. You pull him down until his neck is in reach and seal your lips around the scent gland there, licking the sweat from his skin and letting your lungs fill with nothing but him.
âJagi,â his voice is breathy, he pulls your head away from his neck and you whine. âYouâre gonna get yourself scent drunk and I want you to be present for the things Iâm going to do to you. Be good for me.â You pout slightly at him but nod, youâll be good for him, youâll do anything he wants. But you want to kiss him again, you want to kiss him so badly that you think youâll die without it. You throw yourself up, arms circling around his neck as you press your mouth on his and you knock him off balance a bit. Youâre upset when he tilts, separating your mouths and you push and push until suddenly heâs on his back under you, but youâre finally kissing so you donât care all that much.
âEager.â Heâs too busy trying to talk to kiss you and you nip at his lip lightly until he gets the message.
âYouâre only getting away with this because this is the first time,â he warns. âNext time, I wonât be so lenient.â You think he might be lying, that heâd let you do whatever you want regardless of how many times you fall into bed together, but you arenât in the habit of letting other people know you have an advantage so you let it go.
Youâre grinding down onto him, chasing friction as your pants fill with enough slick that you worry you might be in heat, whimpering with every movement when he grabs your hips, stopping you.
âMinho, why?â
âOh, donât look at me like that. Donât you wanna get your pants off? Hmm? Feel me bare?â And suddenly, you do. Heâs so smart for knowing that, you think. You let him slide your bottoms off and tug at his until theyâre gone and thereâs nothing separating the two of you save for the fact that you canât fuse into one person.
You settle yourself back over him and oh. Omegas are supposed to be small, in the dick department, and you suppose compared to an Alpha, he might be. But he feels so good against you, heâll feel so good inside of you, that you donât much care, pawing at him desperately. He chuckles and grabs your hand, flipping you back over so heâs on top again.
âBaby, donât tell me youâre already gone?â You are. Youâre so gone. If youâre being honest, you were gone the second he kissed you. He does it again and you whine into his mouth.
âNoisy little thing. Donât worry. Iâll take care of you. Make sure my pretty Omega is all satisfied before you leave my bed.â He smiles and then heâs kissing his way down your neck and grumbling about the shirt youâre still wearing before his mouth is on the place where youâre leaking slick and suddenly your brain is falling out of your ears.
Your hands grab onto his hair and pull, hips arching up into his mouth. You think the sound that you let out could be heard from outer space, but in your defense, heâs good with his tongue.
âI knew youâd taste good.â You have no idea how heâs still talking, but the vibrations feel nice enough that you donât want to stop him, that and you donât think you could stop Minho from doing much of anything at this rate.
âWe talked about it, you know.â You didnât know. The pack talked about you? You quickly lose your train of thought as he slips one of his fingers inside of you. Small, he always says. They donât feel small.
âIt was all Jeonginnie could talk about during his last rut.â Minho huffs and you can see him roll his eyes despite the fact that yours are closed. You werenât there for his last rut, too nervous and too busy with school to stay. It had caused quite the fuss and you had to spend extra time with Jeongin before and after to soothe him.
âKnuckle deep in Yongbokkie and all he could talk about was you. How good youâd taste, how warm youâd be. Heâs lucky that Yongbokkie has the hots for you too, otherwise heâd be down one appendage.â The implication of the youngest Alpha getting his dick chopped off by Felix makes you laugh, but the knowledge that the pack desires you knocks the wind from your lungs. Either that, or the thing Minho is currently doing with his fingers.
He licks you again, and then places his mouth around your hole and sucks, like heâs trying to drink the slick straight from your body. The sound it makes is absolutely obscene, and your face heats at it, hands coming up to hide.
âNo, no. Move your hands, jagiya. Let me see you.â Heâs moving, mouth no longer on you and you hate it, but your embarrassment outweighs everything else so you donât move your hands and instead shake your head at him. He pauses, hand stilling inside of you.
âNo? Did you just tell me no, sweet thing?â You shake your head again.
âYou didnât? It seems like you did. Seems like you still are.â Heâs laughing, or, he was.
âI thought you were going to be good for me. Do I have to turn this reward into a punishment?â Thatâs the one that does it, your eyes go wide and your hands fall from your face to grab at him, head shaking violently.
âNo! No! Mommy, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean it, I was just nervous, please. Iâll be good. Iâm good.â It takes you a second to register what youâve said, and when you do your hands move up to cover your face again. Minho catches your wrists.
âMommy? Yeah? Am I your mommy, sweetheart?â He drops your wrist to cup your face and youâve lost all coordination. He taps your cheek, just a hint of a slap, but itâs enough to have you looking at him with wet eyes.
âI asked you a question, jagiya. Answer mommy when he talks to you, okay?â You nod, still in a daze and he huffs and takes a hold of your hair.
âWhat did I just tell you, doll?â
âTo answer you.â
âMhm, and what are you not doing?â
âAnswering.â
âSo what do you say to me?â
âIâm sorry, mommy. Iâm sorry, please let go, it hurts.â He lets go of your hair and gently massages your scalp.
âHmm. Thatâs better. And, itâs supposed to hurt, baby. Thatâs how you learn to listen to your mommy. Thatâs what a brat like you needs to learn their place.â You choke slightly on your own spit, hands coming up to rest in his hair, playing with it. He smiles at you.
âGood. Now, be good for your mommy, yeah? Be good for your Luna and Iâll make sure you get everything you need. Can you do that?â
âYeah. Yes. I can.â He hums and suddenly his fingers are in you again and he manages to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and youâre already so keyed up that you feel slightly embarrassed when youâre cumming on his hand a moment later.
âOh, sweet thing. Did I take too long? Hmm? Did mommy tease you too much?â You shake your head.
âNo, âm sorry, mommy.â
âNothing to be sorry for. Donât worry so much. You used your brain so well this past week, let mommy do the thinking for you. Iâll tell you when to apologize, how about that?â
âSounds good.â Youâre hot, overwarm, and you're shoving your shirt off the rest of the way and chucking it somewhere. The shirtâs only over your eyes for a second, but somehow Minho has managed to coat his fingers in his own slick and shove them into your mouth. Your eyes roll so far back into your head youâre worried they might stick but he tastes so good that you would suffer blindness for eternity just to have this.
âMommy, mommy, you taste so good-â
âShh, I know.â He shoves his fingers far enough back that you gag a little and your eyes water and he coos and wipes at your tears with the hand that was in you, smearing slick across your cheekbones.
His fingers are out of your mouth and heâs between your legs, shoving them apart to get at your hole and then he's sliding in.
âOh God.â
âJust Minho is fine. Or mommy,â he giggles at you, âsince you seem so fond of it.â
Your glare slightly at him, less than pleased with the corny joke, but he shifts his hips and hits a spot that has you keening, arching up into him for more.
âThere? Yeah? Jesus. You're leaking so much that I'd think you're in heat if you didn't know any better.â He's right, but it's unfair of him to single you out.
âYou are too.â It comes out a lot more whiny than you wanted but heâs nice enough to look offended anyway.
âI thought I took care of your attitude. It seems I have my work cut out for me.â His pace picks up at that, and suddenly you don't have enough brain cells to think, let alone talk back.
You're not wrong though, there's slick everywhere. From you and him, it's soaking through the sheets, it's sticking your thighs together every time he thrusts forward, it's coating his hands and everywhere he touches you. It's loud, the slapping of your bodies accompanied by a wet squish every time either of you moves. It's messy and sticky and slightly gross and you want more. You want to be covered in him and he in you until you smell so similar not even the best drug dog would be able to tell you apart.
Your hands wander searching and searching until youâve found the place where heâs leaking too and you're coating your fingers in it and smearing a hand over your chest before sticking them in your mouth. You hear Minho gasp and his hips stutter before picking back up.
âDirty, thatâs dirty, Omega. You want me to make a mess of you?â You nod. Of course you do. You want your mommy to do whatever he wants to you. He coos and guides your hand back to his hole, guiding you into fingering him while heâs rearranging your guts.
âMommy, itâs- youâre so warm.â He hums at you, breath finally turning ragged.
âYeah? You wanna fuck mommy sometime? I bet youâd be good at it. Such a good little Omega for me, for us.â You do. You would like to fuck him sometime. Anytime really, you bet heâd be so warm. Tight and hot and wet. You have him on your fingers now, but youâre too overwhelmed to really enjoy it the way it should be enjoyed, the way he should be enjoyed. You want to eat him out, drink his slick straight from the source for the rest of time. You wouldnât need water or food anymore if you could just have him.
âYeah, I would. Mommy, please. Iâll be good. Iâll do so good.â Youâre babbling at him, out of it and barely able to speak. He has to strain to understand you properly.
âYou would. Mommy knows you would. Such a sweetheart, youâd make your Luna feel so good, hmm?â And you tighten around him with a loud moan and thereâs a bang on the wall connecting Minhoâs room to Chanâs and Minho bangs back.
âYah! Just because youâre too busy to get your dick wet doesnât mean I am! Leave us alone and go jack off or something!â He huffs and looks back down at you, kissing your nose softly in a stark juxtaposition to the way his hips are probably bruising your own.
âWhy donât you go ahead and cum, baby? Hmm? Mommyâs right behind you.â He shoves his fingers in your mouth again and this time, this time, his fingers are coated in a heady mixture of yours and his slick and thatâs what does you in. Thatâs what makes you cum so hard your legs shake and makes Minho take his fingers out of your mouth lest you choke. He follows not too soon after, and when he pulls out you can see the mixture of cum and slick slide out of you.
âNext time,â Minhoâs looking down at it too, âIâll make sure that stays in. Canât have it go to waste, can we?â
-
Despite his earlier promise, he doesnât let you nap yet.
âBut you said-â
âI know what I said. And now Iâm saying that you canât sleep like this.â
He bodily drags you to the shower, again, and changes the sheets before he lets you lie down.
âMy hair is gonna be so dry.â
âWhereâs the stuff you put in it?â
âAt my house.â
âThis is your house.â
âI still rent an apartment close to campus.â Minho pauses, shifting so youâre face-to-face.
âDonât. Come live with us.â
âThere arenât enough rooms.â
âIf privacy is what youâre worried about, Luna will build you a room right next to his with his bare hands.â You giggle at him.
âYeah. But I have to pay a fee for breaking my lease.â
âLuna will take care of it.â
-
haihai
hi minho whatâs up
>:( still no cute nickname?
I feel like itâs inappropriate to call you mommy in a casual setting
oh >:)? thatâs my nickname now?
if thatâs okay
whatever you want
as long as I have a cute nickname before kim seungmin I donât care
then why did you harass me about it??????!??!?!
kkkk I had to get you in my bed somehow
-
âCan you guys stop texting when youâre right next to each other? All of your weird flirting is really interrupting movie time.â Jisung is complaining from where his head is rammed into your stomach.
âDude. Youâre literally not even watching it.â Itâs Jeongin now, reaching over to smack Jiâs head.
âAnd? Youâre the one whoâs always complaining about how loud they are.â This is news to you.
âIs it really that bad?â Your voice is small and immediately Minhoâs hands are touching you.
âNo. They donât know what theyâre talking about, theyâre just mad that they havenât figured out how to get you to make such pretty noises yet.â
The room erupts into shouts as people defend themselves from Minhoâs claim, you smile at him and tuck yourself further into his side, kicking Jisung out from his spot in your lap.
âHey! I called dibs on your lap! You canât take that away!â Heâs shoving at your knees, trying to shove them back off the couch so he can lay comfortably again.
âWhen did you guys even call dibs on all this stuff?â
âIt used to be while you were on the drive here,â Felix says, ânow we do it while youâre getting a blanket from your room.â
This was good work I swearđť...but it also got me thinking about Luna Minho being all red , flushed and out of breath in heat and whining for you since it's the first time he'll be spending heat with someone new apart from the boys....and you use this chance to 'get back at him' for denying you an orgasm that one time and he's surprisingly much easier to handle than you thought đŤđđ
Dibs
Summary: You get close with your new pack, especially the Luna. 5.5k words
Warnings: it's omegaverse. guys. it's omegaverse. there's gonna be omegaverse in it. reader is an omega, so is lino. there's mommy kink. towards lino. uh. there's s3x. what else. readers genitals and pronouns are not specified or elaborated on at all B). one (1) piss joke. poly ot8 and it's implied they all bone but there's no actual boning that happens. there's boning described once for two seconds.
Notes: I have almost all of the legendary fish in stardew. this was inspired by this ask that @hyunsvngs got like two days ago. it was also finished yesterday, but I was busy so I didn't post it. thanks to my friends who read it and gave me feedback. uhm. that's all.
Hyunjin is the one who finds you. Youâre both in the same class at university, a filler class, something to do with philosophy, and you group up on a project to discuss the differences in the eastern and western versions of the practice.
âDo you think the whole âAlpha Mindsetâ thatâs going around these days could be a facet of modern philosophy, or is it just omegaphobia repackaged?â Youâre dicking around on your laptop in class. After assigning the project, your teacher gave up on doing their job, which would be great, but attendance is still mandatory.
âProbably repackaged, hey I have a question for you.â Hyunjin sets his phone down when he asks, tilting in his seat to face you and your heart skips about seven beats in your chest.
Heâs pretty, almost pretty enough that itâs annoying, that and he smells nice. It took you two weeks of classes to muster up the courage to ask him on a date only for him to say that he has seven boyfriends but heâd be more than happy to be friends. You would sell your soul to the nearest evil spirit to be lucky enough to have one boyfriend, much less seven, but you arenât going to let a good opportunity slip out of your hands, so you took his offer of friendship even though you wanted- want- more.
âYeah, whatâs up?â You can feel that this conversation is bordering on serious, a topic that you and Hyunjin broach often. Heâs the poetic type, and often you find yourself discussing the intricacies of human emotion with him. He seems nervous though, nervous enough that you temporarily pause Papaâs Pizzeria and boot up 2048 instead, giving him as much attention as you can offer.
âSo. Okay wait. Give me a second, I have a list of questions to ask you. Seungmin made me a flowchart.â You smile at him, heâs cute. Seungmin is one of his boyfriends, Hyunjin spends more time than is strictly necessary talking your ear off about how smart and cute and talented Seungmin is. Youâd be jealous if you hadnât seen Seungmin pick Hyunjin up from school one time. Your pants filled with slick so fast you had to hide in the bathroom for half an hour pretending to be sick until you calmed down enough to head home.
âOkay. Uhm. Would you consider us to be good friends?â His voice sounds slightly robotic as he reads from his script and you laugh slightly before confirming.
âOh, thatâs great. Me too. Uh. Do you have a boyfriend?â He pauses. âOr a girlfriend, or a partner?â He adds those last two as an afterthought, rushing through them and you laugh again.
âYou would know if I managed to pull that off, Hyunjinnie.â
âWhat about that pretty girl from your math class?â
âShe only dates Alphas unfortunately.â
âDamn.â He doesnât sound very sorry as he says it, but you can tell heâs trying to be nice. It irks you just a tad, but you think this conversation is leading up to something so you drop the irritation and motion for him to continue.
âOkay, if ânoâ, the next question was,â heâs mumbling to himself and you snort slightly. âDo you have a pack?â You blink. Heâs never asked you this before and you shake your head. Where youâre from, people have moved away from forming packs, something about a post World War 2 culture shift and traditional values and homophobia and what not. Your generation is working to bring them back, but the only pack you have is your immediate family. You havenât gotten close enough to anyone on campus to try and start one, and the one time you felt the need you were swiftly friendzoned.
âAh. No. I donât.â He hums sadly.
âOkay. Would you like one?â
âHyunjinâŚâ Youâre starting to feel slightly defensive, and youâre not sure if you like where this is going.
âWait. Wait. Let me finish.â He huffs. âI told Chan these questions would weird you out, but what do I know?â He sets his phone down and grabs the hand that was busy moving the 2048 tiles around on your computer screen.
âI have a crush on you.â You blink, rapid fire. âAnd I would like to date you. And also so would my seven boyfriends. But we can get to that later. I got here first, I call dibs.â
In the version of this you tell your friends and family, you accepted immediately and you and Hyunjin went on your first date that afternoon. In reality, you stood up so fast you almost passed out and hightailed it to the bathroom to have a mild panic attack. Hyunjin was kind enough to grab your things and wait for you. He was also kind enough to wait the months-long process of you being generally distrustful of him and his intentions until you decided he was actually serious and that you wanted to give it a try.
-
Which leads you to where you are now, in the passenger seat of Hyunjinâs car, hands outrageously sweaty as you prepare to meet the rest of the pack for the first time.
âListen, we donât have to.â He says. âIâve talked it over with the rest of them, it can just be you and I. I like you, I want to date you.â
âNo, no. Even if it does work that way, Iâd have to meet them eventually.â
âYeah, but meeting âmy boyfriends that you have no commitment toâ would probably be easier than meeting âmy boyfriends who might also become your boyfriends.ââ
âI can guarantee you it wouldnât.â
âJeeze. You should talk to someone about that.â
âInsurance.â
âChannie has good insurance.â
âIâm not legally dependent on him.â
âOh.â
He grabs your incredibly sweaty hand in his huge and not-so-sweaty one and holds it for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the driveway he kisses said hand and bats the other one away from the door handle.
âDonât worry. I got it.â Usually, he would just walk around the car to open it for you, today he bodily throws himself over the hood before doing a weird roll and a cartwheel. You laugh and he opens it and helps you out. He smiles.
Youâre still laughing at him as he guides you to the front door and opens it, youâre laughing as he helps you take your shoes off, and youâre laughing through introductions.
âWhatâs so funny?â Jeongin asks, and you burst into more laughter as you remember the way Hyunjin chucked himself over the car. Youâve calmed down enough to tell him just as you hear yelling from a different room.
âHwang Hyunjin! How the hell did you get dirt on your shirt? We told you to pick them up, not stop for mud wrestling!â
(You do, eventually, tell Jeongin what happened. He demands a live demonstration and almost cries at it.
âItâs just so dumb! Heâs usually graceful and he just- How did he move his body like that?â
âThat was the ugliest fucking cartwheel Iâve ever seen.â)
-
The pack is nice and touchy and, best of all, they want you around.
Heeelllloooooo
hi jisung
Jisung ??? Are you mad at me or smth?
hi jiji
Okay great
WHat are you doung today
And donât say âyour momâ
your mom
ah shit
uh. nothing. sleeping. eating. pissing.
In my mouth?
????????????
Ignore that.
Anyways.
Come over :DÂ
You can do all of that here
In my bed >:)
I was over there yesterday
Idc. Iâm sending over Changbinnie with the car <3
IâM NOT PREPARED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE
Good thing youâre just coming to hang out with me then
-
So, you like them. Youâre comfortable with them, thereâs only one problem.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âHow do you even know that?â Seungmin levels you with a stare.
âItâs physically impossible to hate you-â
âNot true.â Seungmin stares again. You stare back. He rolls his eyes.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âHe doesnât talk to me.â
âHeâs shy.â
âWell! So am I! Only one of us can be shy in this relationship and I call dibs!â Seungmin huffs and smashes his head into a pillow.
âKim Seungmin, if you mess up my nest, Iâm kicking you out.â
âThis is my bed.â
âNot anymore.â He fixes the pillow and holds your face in his hands.
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âWhat if he does? What if Luna doesnât like me?â Seungmin plants a kiss to your nose and lets you cry.
-
haihai
Minho?????
Iâm the only one without a cute nickname
rectify that immediately
what should I call you then
Idk. Iâve never had to give myself a nickname.
anyways
a little puppy told me that you think I donât like you
kim seungmin is dead to me
say your goodbyes
kkkkk
no need for that
I could smell your tears on him after you went home
I thought he scared you away
it took a very long time to get him to fess up >:)
what did you do
nothing he doesnât enjoy
anywayÂ
Luna is sorry
for making you think he doesnât like you
come over tomorrow
Iâll make it up to you >:)
???
Iâm not really up to boning rn, sorry to say
>:( thatâs not what I meant
Jisungie says you like this game
Stardew Valley
he says it has multiplayer mode
I downloaded it on our switch for us to play together
just us
everyone else can suffer
oh.Â
just us?
unless youâd rather have company
I think Channie is free
NO THATâS NOT WHAT I MEANT WE CAN PLAY IT ALONE
chan is free you say >:)
Yah! I called dibs on you!
Iâm kicking him out of the house tomorrow
teehee
-
Stardew with Minho is surprisingly fun. You put him in charge of fishing while you spend your days toiling in the mines. He starts beef with Harvey, the local doctor, after you tell him that Harvey is your go-to love interest when you play the game solo.
âHeâs pixels! Code and pixels!â
âI donât care! This stupid doctor wanders onto our farm and charges me money for passing out on my own land. And! Heâs stealing my Omega. He needs to go. How do I replace him?â You let out a laugh and ignore the flutters in your stomach when he casually lays claim on you.
âDo you get this upset when Felix or Ji talk about their media crushes?â
â... I donât see how thatâs very relevant to the conversation.â
âYouâre silly.â He huffs at you.
-
âWhy is this fish ugly?â
âThatâs a- You just caught a legendary fish. Do you know how hard that is?â
âItâs ugly. Iâm selling it.â
âNo, donât! Let me buy a fish tank! We can display it on our farm!â
âWhy would you want to display this?â
âYou can only catch one per save file.â He rolls his eyes but dutifully places the fish in the tank when you return to the farm. You kiss his cheek and watch his ears turn red.
-
After that, spending time with Minho is easy. You canât really imagine what it was like being in the pack without having his attention on you. Felix starts joking that heâs been replaced as Minhoâs favorite. (He stops because it starts to make you mildly upset, but also because youâre pretty sure Minho sucked the soul out of his dick right after he first made that joke.)
It comes to a head around exam season, this time, you and Hyunjin donât share any classes, and annoyingly, Chan is too busy to eat much less help you settle, so you end up floundering with anxiety and stress and lack of sleep.
âJagi? Whatâs wrong?â Itâs Minho, his scent lavender and undercut with something sugar coated.
âEverything.â Your head is in your hands and youâre shoving your palms into your eyes to push back tears. Minho hums, hand coming to the back of your neck to scruff you just slightly.
âWhatâs your schedule like right now?â You shove your calendar at him and he hums, considering for a second before heâs hauling you up by your armpits.
âWait- I have to study. I canât just-â
âYou have to eat.â This is the harshest youâve ever heard him speak to you, but strangely enough, you donât feel scared. âYou have to eat and sleep and maybe shower and cuddle with Luna because he misses you and then you can get back to studying. Yeah?â
His suggestion makes you whine and struggle in his hold a bit. His hand returns to your neck to re-scruff you.
âSettle. Iâm not asking, jagi, Iâm telling.â You huff and pout at him, but heâs the packâs head Omega for a reason, and who are you to question his authority? So you listen, going limp in his hold and forcing him to bear your weight.
âI see why you and Seungminnie get along so well. Youâre listening, but not without struggle, hmm? Brats. The both of you.â
ââM not.â
âYou are. But thatâs okay, Luna will train it out of you some other time. Youâll learn to behave.â
You can ignore how his words sent a spike of heat to your belly, but you canât ignore the way he smirks at the change in your scent.
âOh? Do you like that?â
â... I thought I was supposed to be eating.â
âNice subject change. But yes, you are. Sit there and let me handle it.â
He feeds you and helps you shower, despite your many protests that youâre gross and can handle it yourself he refuses to back down.
âLet me do this for you, hmm?â His eyes are soft. âI donât have to if you really donât want me to, but I want to take care of you. Let me take care of my baby.â So you do, melting under his soft gaze and softer words, and he must be doing something with his scent, because you feel mildly scent drunk as he drags you into his nest.
âIâm allowed in?â Youâre surprised. Youâve never been in his room before, most of your hangouts happening in the living room or Chanâs room when heâs not home because Minho thinks itâs funny to bother the Alpha. So youâre slightly out of it and a lot surprised and Minho looks a little upset that you asked but he takes your arm and shoves you onto his bed, rearranging his nest around you before climbing in himself.
âOf course youâre allowed in. You think Kim Seungmin is allowed in here and youâre not? You think I let a sweaty, post-gym Changbin in here but wonât let you? Youâre silly. Hush.â
âBut-â
âHush.â
âOkay.â He hums, satisfied at your submission and wraps himself around you.Â
âLuna will give you a reward when you finish exams.â
âWhat if I donât pass?â
âYou still deserve a reward for trying.â He kisses your head and you fall asleep like that, curled around each other, comfortable in his bed and warm in his arms.
-
âIâm finished!â You wander into the house the next week, fully prepared to spend your break doing absolutely nothing.
âYay! With what, exactly?â Changbin asks. You hang your self off of him, forcing him to drag you along as he putters around the kitchen.
âWith exams! Didnât Yongbokkie and Minho ban you from the kitchen?â
âWell, yes. But what they donât know wonât kill them.â
âWhat who doesnât know?â Itâs Minho, and you giggle as you push your face in between Changbinâs shoulder blades. Heâs so big and warm. You want to bite him and also want him to hold you against a wall for unholy acts. Your hands wander around while heâs stuttering out a lame excuse to grope his chest.
âYes. Iâm busy celebrating being a genius. It seems we both have full schedules.â
âCelebrating,â Minho steps next to you and taps you until you look at him, cheek still smushed against Changbinâs back. âAre you finished with exams then?â
âMhm.â Your eyes are closing. Changbin really is comfortable, he smells slightly like chocolate and raspberries, and you could do with a celebratory nap.
âThatâs great!â Youâre being tugged away from your napping spot. âCome, Luna promised you a reward.â
âMy nap.â
âYou canât sleep standing, youâre not a horse.â
âYou have no idea what Iâm capable of.â
He crosses his arms after closing the door to his bedroom.
âDo you want to nap before or after your reward?â
âWhatâs my reward?â The sentence hasnât been out of your mouth for very long before heâs cupping the back of your head and kissing you.
âOh. Oh. This is a good reward.â He smiles against your mouth, gently pushing you back towards his bed.
âYeah? I thought youâd like it. I can smell you, you know.â Your back is hitting the mattress and thereâs a shirt by your head that you think Hunjin was looking for a little while ago. âWhen you stare at me for too long, I can smell how needy you get. We all can, but I called dibs.â
âDibs?â Your hands are under his shirt squishing his pecs.
âMhm. Dibs. Hyunjinnie got to date you first. Kiss and hug and hold your hand. But do you know what I get to do first?â You shake your head and he gives you a wicked smile before he leans down next to your ear. âI get to fuck you first. Not Channie, not our Alpha, not Hyunjinnie who found you first. Me, your Luna. I get you first.â You inhale, shaky, and your legs shake slightly with the way blood rushes away from your brain. You can smell how your scent spikes and you can smell how Minhoâs spikes in return. He smells so good, you want to get your mouth on him, so you do. You pull him down until his neck is in reach and seal your lips around the scent gland there, licking the sweat from his skin and letting your lungs fill with nothing but him.
âJagi,â his voice is breathy, he pulls your head away from his neck and you whine. âYouâre gonna get yourself scent drunk and I want you to be present for the things Iâm going to do to you. Be good for me.â You pout slightly at him but nod, youâll be good for him, youâll do anything he wants. But you want to kiss him again, you want to kiss him so badly that you think youâll die without it. You throw yourself up, arms circling around his neck as you press your mouth on his and you knock him off balance a bit. Youâre upset when he tilts, separating your mouths and you push and push until suddenly heâs on his back under you, but youâre finally kissing so you donât care all that much.
âEager.â Heâs too busy trying to talk to kiss you and you nip at his lip lightly until he gets the message.
âYouâre only getting away with this because this is the first time,â he warns. âNext time, I wonât be so lenient.â You think he might be lying, that heâd let you do whatever you want regardless of how many times you fall into bed together, but you arenât in the habit of letting other people know you have an advantage so you let it go.
Youâre grinding down onto him, chasing friction as your pants fill with enough slick that you worry you might be in heat, whimpering with every movement when he grabs your hips, stopping you.
âMinho, why?â
âOh, donât look at me like that. Donât you wanna get your pants off? Hmm? Feel me bare?â And suddenly, you do. Heâs so smart for knowing that, you think. You let him slide your bottoms off and tug at his until theyâre gone and thereâs nothing separating the two of you save for the fact that you canât fuse into one person.
You settle yourself back over him and oh. Omegas are supposed to be small, in the dick department, and you suppose compared to an Alpha, he might be. But he feels so good against you, heâll feel so good inside of you, that you donât much care, pawing at him desperately. He chuckles and grabs your hand, flipping you back over so heâs on top again.
âBaby, donât tell me youâre already gone?â You are. Youâre so gone. If youâre being honest, you were gone the second he kissed you. He does it again and you whine into his mouth.
âNoisy little thing. Donât worry. Iâll take care of you. Make sure my pretty Omega is all satisfied before you leave my bed.â He smiles and then heâs kissing his way down your neck and grumbling about the shirt youâre still wearing before his mouth is on the place where youâre leaking slick and suddenly your brain is falling out of your ears.
Your hands grab onto his hair and pull, hips arching up into his mouth. You think the sound that you let out could be heard from outer space, but in your defense, heâs good with his tongue.
âI knew youâd taste good.â You have no idea how heâs still talking, but the vibrations feel nice enough that you donât want to stop him, that and you donât think you could stop Minho from doing much of anything at this rate.
âWe talked about it, you know.â You didnât know. The pack talked about you? You quickly lose your train of thought as he slips one of his fingers inside of you. Small, he always says. They donât feel small.
âIt was all Jeonginnie could talk about during his last rut.â Minho huffs and you can see him roll his eyes despite the fact that yours are closed. You werenât there for his last rut, too nervous and too busy with school to stay. It had caused quite the fuss and you had to spend extra time with Jeongin before and after to soothe him.
âKnuckle deep in Yongbokkie and all he could talk about was you. How good youâd taste, how warm youâd be. Heâs lucky that Yongbokkie has the hots for you too, otherwise heâd be down one appendage.â The implication of the youngest Alpha getting his dick chopped off by Felix makes you laugh, but the knowledge that the pack desires you knocks the wind from your lungs. Either that, or the thing Minho is currently doing with his fingers.
He licks you again, and then places his mouth around your hole and sucks, like heâs trying to drink the slick straight from your body. The sound it makes is absolutely obscene, and your face heats at it, hands coming up to hide.
âNo, no. Move your hands, jagiya. Let me see you.â Heâs moving, mouth no longer on you and you hate it, but your embarrassment outweighs everything else so you donât move your hands and instead shake your head at him. He pauses, hand stilling inside of you.
âNo? Did you just tell me no, sweet thing?â You shake your head again.
âYou didnât? It seems like you did. Seems like you still are.â Heâs laughing, or, he was.
âI thought you were going to be good for me. Do I have to turn this reward into a punishment?â Thatâs the one that does it, your eyes go wide and your hands fall from your face to grab at him, head shaking violently.
âNo! No! Mommy, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean it, I was just nervous, please. Iâll be good. Iâm good.â It takes you a second to register what youâve said, and when you do your hands move up to cover your face again. Minho catches your wrists.
âMommy? Yeah? Am I your mommy, sweetheart?â He drops your wrist to cup your face and youâve lost all coordination. He taps your cheek, just a hint of a slap, but itâs enough to have you looking at him with wet eyes.
âI asked you a question, jagiya. Answer mommy when he talks to you, okay?â You nod, still in a daze and he huffs and takes a hold of your hair.
âWhat did I just tell you, doll?â
âTo answer you.â
âMhm, and what are you not doing?â
âAnswering.â
âSo what do you say to me?â
âIâm sorry, mommy. Iâm sorry, please let go, it hurts.â He lets go of your hair and gently massages your scalp.
âHmm. Thatâs better. And, itâs supposed to hurt, baby. Thatâs how you learn to listen to your mommy. Thatâs what a brat like you needs to learn their place.â You choke slightly on your own spit, hands coming up to rest in his hair, playing with it. He smiles at you.
âGood. Now, be good for your mommy, yeah? Be good for your Luna and Iâll make sure you get everything you need. Can you do that?â
âYeah. Yes. I can.â He hums and suddenly his fingers are in you again and he manages to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and youâre already so keyed up that you feel slightly embarrassed when youâre cumming on his hand a moment later.
âOh, sweet thing. Did I take too long? Hmm? Did mommy tease you too much?â You shake your head.
âNo, âm sorry, mommy.â
âNothing to be sorry for. Donât worry so much. You used your brain so well this past week, let mommy do the thinking for you. Iâll tell you when to apologize, how about that?â
âSounds good.â Youâre hot, overwarm, and you're shoving your shirt off the rest of the way and chucking it somewhere. The shirtâs only over your eyes for a second, but somehow Minho has managed to coat his fingers in his own slick and shove them into your mouth. Your eyes roll so far back into your head youâre worried they might stick but he tastes so good that you would suffer blindness for eternity just to have this.
âMommy, mommy, you taste so good-â
âShh, I know.â He shoves his fingers far enough back that you gag a little and your eyes water and he coos and wipes at your tears with the hand that was in you, smearing slick across your cheekbones.
His fingers are out of your mouth and heâs between your legs, shoving them apart to get at your hole and then he's sliding in.
âOh God.â
âJust Minho is fine. Or mommy,â he giggles at you, âsince you seem so fond of it.â
Your glare slightly at him, less than pleased with the corny joke, but he shifts his hips and hits a spot that has you keening, arching up into him for more.
âThere? Yeah? Jesus. You're leaking so much that I'd think you're in heat if you didn't know any better.â He's right, but it's unfair of him to single you out.
âYou are too.â It comes out a lot more whiny than you wanted but heâs nice enough to look offended anyway.
âI thought I took care of your attitude. It seems I have my work cut out for me.â His pace picks up at that, and suddenly you don't have enough brain cells to think, let alone talk back.
You're not wrong though, there's slick everywhere. From you and him, it's soaking through the sheets, it's sticking your thighs together every time he thrusts forward, it's coating his hands and everywhere he touches you. It's loud, the slapping of your bodies accompanied by a wet squish every time either of you moves. It's messy and sticky and slightly gross and you want more. You want to be covered in him and he in you until you smell so similar not even the best drug dog would be able to tell you apart.
Your hands wander searching and searching until youâve found the place where heâs leaking too and you're coating your fingers in it and smearing a hand over your chest before sticking them in your mouth. You hear Minho gasp and his hips stutter before picking back up.
âDirty, thatâs dirty, Omega. You want me to make a mess of you?â You nod. Of course you do. You want your mommy to do whatever he wants to you. He coos and guides your hand back to his hole, guiding you into fingering him while heâs rearranging your guts.
âMommy, itâs- youâre so warm.â He hums at you, breath finally turning ragged.
âYeah? You wanna fuck mommy sometime? I bet youâd be good at it. Such a good little Omega for me, for us.â You do. You would like to fuck him sometime. Anytime really, you bet heâd be so warm. Tight and hot and wet. You have him on your fingers now, but youâre too overwhelmed to really enjoy it the way it should be enjoyed, the way he should be enjoyed. You want to eat him out, drink his slick straight from the source for the rest of time. You wouldnât need water or food anymore if you could just have him.
âYeah, I would. Mommy, please. Iâll be good. Iâll do so good.â Youâre babbling at him, out of it and barely able to speak. He has to strain to understand you properly.
âYou would. Mommy knows you would. Such a sweetheart, youâd make your Luna feel so good, hmm?â And you tighten around him with a loud moan and thereâs a bang on the wall connecting Minhoâs room to Chanâs and Minho bangs back.
âYah! Just because youâre too busy to get your dick wet doesnât mean I am! Leave us alone and go jack off or something!â He huffs and looks back down at you, kissing your nose softly in a stark juxtaposition to the way his hips are probably bruising your own.
âWhy donât you go ahead and cum, baby? Hmm? Mommyâs right behind you.â He shoves his fingers in your mouth again and this time, this time, his fingers are coated in a heady mixture of yours and his slick and thatâs what does you in. Thatâs what makes you cum so hard your legs shake and makes Minho take his fingers out of your mouth lest you choke. He follows not too soon after, and when he pulls out you can see the mixture of cum and slick slide out of you.
âNext time,â Minhoâs looking down at it too, âIâll make sure that stays in. Canât have it go to waste, can we?â
-
Despite his earlier promise, he doesnât let you nap yet.
âBut you said-â
âI know what I said. And now Iâm saying that you canât sleep like this.â
He bodily drags you to the shower, again, and changes the sheets before he lets you lie down.
âMy hair is gonna be so dry.â
âWhereâs the stuff you put in it?â
âAt my house.â
âThis is your house.â
âI still rent an apartment close to campus.â Minho pauses, shifting so youâre face-to-face.
âDonât. Come live with us.â
âThere arenât enough rooms.â
âIf privacy is what youâre worried about, Luna will build you a room right next to his with his bare hands.â You giggle at him.
âYeah. But I have to pay a fee for breaking my lease.â
âLuna will take care of it.â
-
haihai
hi minho whatâs up
>:( still no cute nickname?
I feel like itâs inappropriate to call you mommy in a casual setting
oh >:)? thatâs my nickname now?
if thatâs okay
whatever you want
as long as I have a cute nickname before kim seungmin I donât care
then why did you harass me about it??????!??!?!
kkkk I had to get you in my bed somehow
-
âCan you guys stop texting when youâre right next to each other? All of your weird flirting is really interrupting movie time.â Jisung is complaining from where his head is rammed into your stomach.
âDude. Youâre literally not even watching it.â Itâs Jeongin now, reaching over to smack Jiâs head.
âAnd? Youâre the one whoâs always complaining about how loud they are.â This is news to you.
âIs it really that bad?â Your voice is small and immediately Minhoâs hands are touching you.
âNo. They donât know what theyâre talking about, theyâre just mad that they havenât figured out how to get you to make such pretty noises yet.â
The room erupts into shouts as people defend themselves from Minhoâs claim, you smile at him and tuck yourself further into his side, kicking Jisung out from his spot in your lap.
âHey! I called dibs on your lap! You canât take that away!â Heâs shoving at your knees, trying to shove them back off the couch so he can lay comfortably again.
âWhen did you guys even call dibs on all this stuff?â
âIt used to be while you were on the drive here,â Felix says, ânow we do it while youâre getting a blanket from your room.â