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tasteleeknow · 2 days
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loved your latest chan fic! i was thinking what about the same angsty prompt but instead the reader feels like chan is only using them for sex as a stress reliever and they haven’t really been communicating even though they’re in a relationship, they’ve just been fucking and the reader finally brings it up to chan
so i just typed this out in a few minutes. sorry, i’ve got a lot of wips right now and don’t really have the time to make this a proper thing. maybe i’ll come back to it at some point. ended up being ANGST. hope someone likes anyway.
pairing: chan x gn!reader genre: suggestive themes [18+ only], angst, fluff. word count: 1k content: profanity. lots of tears. discussion about consent.
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He collapses over you, the full weight of his body knocking the breath from your lungs. It feels good, for just a moment—to have all your focus on your lungs. But then he rolls off you and as oxygen floods into your chest, the reality of your relationship floods back into your head. 
You roll over to face the wall, hiding your watery eyes from him. 
“Good?” he says, breathing heavily. 
“Good,” you answer, glad for the steadiness of your voice. 
The bed rocks as he stands and disappears into the bathroom. By the time the shower stops you’ve cried, cleaned yourself up and pulled on your favourite pyjamas. When he emerges you’ve curled up under the covers, ready to pretend to be asleep so he has no chance of noticing your puffy eyes. 
His arm wraps around you, pulling you back against his chest. “You awake?” he whispers. You suck in a shaky breath, attempting to keep a sob from escaping. “Alright?” he whispers again, his warm breath tickling your neck.
You open your mouth to say yes, everything is fine. Instead your walls crumble, chest heaving as you cry again. He pulls himself from you quickly, sitting up and leaning over you to see your face. “What is it? Baby? What’s wrong?” When you don’t answer he pulls you up to sit in his lap—his back against the headboard. You don’t wrap your arms around him, letting them fall to your sides as he rests your head against his shoulder. “Talk to me. Please,” he whispers.
Talk.. to him? Your heartache twists into a sharp rage as you pull your head from him, practically jumping off his lap. His eyes are wide as you shuffle back from him, his arm reaching out for you. You stop just out of his reach, sucking in a deep breath. “Talk… to you? You want me to talk to you?” you gasp out, voice shaky. 
He frowns, arm dropping back to his side. When he says nothing you continue. “You’re asking me to talk to you when you’ve hardly spoken a full sentence to me in weeks. You come home grumbling about how hard your day was…you—you never ask me about mine. You haven’t asked me anything. You don’t—” you swallow down a lump in your throat, desperately trying to get the words out before your sobs take over again. “You don’t care about me at all apart from getting yourself off… do you? I may as well be a fucking fleshlight.” 
He’s quiet as you catch your breath, eyes dropping from yours to his lap. You watch as he fiddles with one of his rings. Just as you’ve had enough of the silence, opening your mouth to tell him to say something, he lifts his head. Your breath hitches at the tears streaking down his cheeks. He falls forward, crawling towards you and grasping your hands in his—pressing his lips to each one, his tears wetting your skin. Then, he sits up, keeping his hold on you as he looks into your eyes. 
“You didn’t—” he sucks in a shaky breath. “You didn’t want…” he drops his head as he trails off. “I didn’t—” his sob breaks you from your stunned stillness, pulling your hands from his so you can lift his head. 
“Breathe,” you soothe. As much as he’d hurt you, seeing him cry still tore through you. You couldn’t stand it. 
“Did you not want it?” he manages to say, chin wobbling as he very clearly holds back another sob. 
“What? No, I—I didn’t mean… I wanted you. I told you I wanted you. It’s the fact that’s all you wanted from me.” 
His shoulders drop and he lifts your palm to his lips. “It’s not,” he mutters against your skin. “It’s not,” he repeats. “I need you, I need—I need you and I have nothing to offer you. Nothing but—” he cuts himself off, bringing your palm to his bare chest and pressing it to his warm skin. “When my head is worn out, when I have nothing left to give you because life has sucked everything out of me, all I have left is my body.” 
You frown. “You were… too tired to ask me about my day?” 
“I feel like I have nothing left in me. I get home and you’re here and I’ve been so…so much all day and I just want to be nothing. I just want to feel you…and be nothing,” he says, looking between your eyes like he’s desperate for you to understand. You’re not sure you do, pulling your hand from where he still presses it to his chest. 
You crawl off the bed, feeling like you need some space. You walk to the door then turn, looking back at where he sits in the middle of the bed. “I need you too,” you say, voice much steadier now. “I need you to be more than that. You come home and you’ve had a hard day but what if I have too? What if I need to talk about it and you’re… nothing.” 
“Have you? Been having hard days?” 
“Of course I have, I—” you swallow down another lump, desperate to finish this. “I’ve had plenty of hard days and having you here, fucking you, it’s better than not having you at all. But I need more. It’s…not enough.” 
He climbs off the bed, making his way over to you slowly. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice breaking a little. “Look at me? Please?” he whispers, standing directly in front of you now. You look up into his watery eyes. “I never—I never want to hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry. Please.”
“Do you want…to know about my days? Do you care?” 
“I care. I care more than anything. It’s hard…sometimes for me to get out of my own head.” His voice is soft now, steady. His hand rests at the side of your neck, thumb brushing gently against your skin. “If everything I've been working on this month works out, we'll be set. For life. I'm working so hard for us. Even when it feels like I haven’t been here, everything has been for you.” 
“You’ll… try? You’ll try and be here more than—more than physically?” 
“I’ll be here. I’ll be here, I promise,” he whispers. “I love you. You still know that, yeah? I haven’t let you forget?” 
You're not sure if you did know that, not recently. But you believe him now. So you let it rest, suddenly exhausted. “I know.” 
He guides you to the bed, settling you against his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight. “Tell me,” he mumbles into your hair. 
“Tell you what?” 
“Everything.”
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channieismyboy · 3 days
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needy ♡
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{softdom!hyunjin x f!reader}
synopsis: you have a wet dream and your sweet boyfriend hyunjin helps you out in your needy state
warnings: dom/sub dynamics, vibrator, oral (f rec.), bit of crying from feeling good, thigh riding, praise, pet names (kitten) - masterlist ♡
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your hands reach out to grab a hold of something, anything. or else you feel like you won't be able to handle the stimulation hyunjin is giving you. you buck up your hips, when your boyfriend's tongue swirls around your clit and pushes the vibrator further into you.
you don't know how much more of this you can handle. It all just feels so overwhelmingly good that you're starting to cry. with every thrust of the vibrator hyunjin pushes into you, its fast movements sends shocks of pleasure where you need it. your face contorts with every moan you let out. those are the only sounds that can be heard besides the hum of the toy and the slurps of hyunjin's mouth while destroying your poor swollen clit.
¨please hyunjin, i don't know how much- ahh" you get caught off with hyunjin turning up the vibrator to a higher setting.
"oh sweatheart, you know i can't do that," he says with fake sympathy, then pauses, and moves closer to your face. his is mere inches away from yours, and his strong arms pin you in place on the soft mattress, staring into his dark brown eyes. they scan your face and stare at the tears that roll down your face from the stimulation he gave you.
his hand reaches to wipe them off your face. you can feel his warm breath as he opens his mouth to speak. just as a word is about to come out of his mouth, you get woken up from your dream.
still in your hazy state you see the same man you were dreaming about, asking if you had a nightmare. now aware that that scenario was just a dream, you stare into the loving eyes of your boyfriend hyunjin that are currently brimming with concern.
it's dark in your shared bedroom, you know that it is quite late into the night from the darkness. the room only illuminated by the light coming from the clock on the bedside table.
"baby, are you okay? you've been tossing and turning all night, did you have a nightmare?" hyunjin's hands come to move the strands of hair that block your face.
you stare down at his bare chest, his collarbones that show from the parts of him that are uncovered from the comforter. you cannot help but imagine what they would look like marked up. then your gaze wanders to his plush lips, he's biting them out of concern. then flashbacks of your dream hits you, red rushes up to your face and neck.
"baby? you're zoning out, and your face..." he suddenly goes quiet, then his worried look soon turns into a smirk. fuck, you think, he knows you too well. still not saying a word, you look up at him.
"you didn't have a nightmare did you?" he asks, tone seductive. you simply nod. "no no, i need words love."
"no, i didn't." your voice is a little raspy and very quiet since it's the first time you've spoken, you didn't think you could feel hotter than you do right now.
"then what got you so worked up in your sleep, darling?" he turns his head slightly to the side. this little shit, he knows what he's doing. since you go silent he speaks up once more. "if you don't tell me then i can just let you be, and go back to sleep for the rest of the night." he turns to the side a little, proving his point.
you know that there's some seriousness to his tone and finally start to express your desires. "wait." he turns his head now.
"i had a dream that you, uh- you made me feel good." you cross your legs to relieve some of the aching tension you feel. hyunjin glances down, taking a mental note of your action.
"is my baby needy?" he reaches a hand under the covers to separate your crossed legs from each other. his fingers then lead to your wet and aching cunt, expertly swirling them to give you a little hint of pleasure. you let out a moan and your breath hitches, as he leans in closer to you, and whispers in your ears. "would you like me to help you?" his fingers, along with his enticing tone pulls you even closer to him, and you nod immediately.
the next thing you know, you're grinding intensely on hyunjin's muscular thigh. all you can think about is the pleasure he's giving you and the way his body looks in the dark. the shadowing curving around every muscle on his body, he looks so remarkably attractive.
his hands meet at the sides of your hips, pulling at the plushness on them and helping grind even further into him. you lean down and start to move faster and faster, letting hyunjin now take control of your movements. he lifts you slightly and pushes you down onto him, dragging your clothed pussy on him.
"you're doing so well for me sweetheart. just a little more and you can cum okay?" he guides you, while flexing his thighs. your legs twitch, and let out a strained whine.
"please i'm going to cum, please don't stop hyunjin" you say, voice barely above a whisper. hyunjin follows, and helps you even more until you're collapsing into his grip while cuming.
"do you feel more relaxed now princess?" you answer with a tiny 'yes', and give into the small head pats he gives you. you then feel something hard tap lightly against your thigh.
"good, cause we're not done yet, love."
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a/n : ik what you’re thinking, and yes i know i have been gone for a good month. BUT I AM BACK ish- i have exams coming up soon and other things, but feel so bad cause ik the last time i updated was so long ago. I’m going to try to make up for that, i will also be updating the chanel chance series too.
anyways, i hope you enjoyed this!!! i noticed that i haven’t posted a hyunjin ff which is crazy cause he is my bias (let me be in denial). i love you all, please make sure to eat, drink water and sleep properly <3
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strayngesparkyds · 2 days
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♡ Chan's Social Butterfly Class ♡
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Characters: Chan x Y/N
Warnings: Smut, filthy dirty talk (lots of 'em. love it), unprotected sex, wall sex, slight cockwarming, petnames (baby, babygirl, cutie), a bit of silly jealousy, praises, softdom and slight harddom chan, shy y/n, slight strength kink, big dick chan, slight tit play
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Chan has always known that you're shy. The first time he ever met you, you literally didn't even speak a word to him other than a soft little "Hello". But Chan never judged you for it, he never took it personally and that's really one of the very reasons he got to wiggle his way to your heart - he never forced you to talk. 
It's also one of the main reasons why you decided to talk to him about your worries. Being a celebrity, talking to people is one of Chan's jobs and frankly, he actually enjoys it. What better way to learn than from the master himself, right?
But what you didn't anticipate is how he is going to teach you. 
And apparently, Chan thinks you're the best student when you're under him, all needy, naked and aroused for him.
"Baby, you're doing so well. Just five more questions and you'll get what you want, okay?" Chan coos, clearly enjoying this little quiz he came up with while he has his thumb slowly circling your clit - a reward for answering his previous question right. 
He's given you a convincing set of tips and tricks on socializing - even made cute little flashcards for you - but it's been a little hard concentrating because on one hand, you love the rewards but on the other, your brain is accustomed to getting whatever you want just by looking at your boyfriend.
Chan spoils you. A lot. In and out of bed. And the most amazing thing is, you never really voice it out. Chan's just really good at reading you and as Changbin puts it 'whipped for the quiet angel who has Chan hyung by the balls'. 
So when you're here, having to 'work' for what you want from Chan, your brain malfunctions. But in the best way possible. Because it means that your mind is occupied with trying to answer his questions correctly to get the rewards, and you don't feel as stressed out about the whole orientation. 
"Now, what questions do you ask someone for small talk, baby?"
Has Chan always used his soft voice with you? You never noticed until now. So soft, his voice is so comforting and soft. 
Chan chuckles at how out of it you are right now. You're his baby, his everything. He'll give you anything you want. Anything. But sometimes, it's just so fun watching you not knowing how to function. You're always the prim and proper princess, and he loves you so much for it, but watching you going all shy, whiny and struggling to answer his questions makes him feel good on a whole new level. 
"We've learned this, haven't we? You know the answer, baby. Tell me, hmm?" he prompts again, hand slowly coming up to slap the side of your boobs, kind of like your personal wake up call. 
"Can't just be staring at the ceiling, cutie. Gotta answer me. You want your reward, don't you?"
You nod at him, wanting to let him know that you're still there, alive and definitely trying your best.
Chan's definitely amused. He's seen you going cockdumb before but he never denied you of his dick, so this, this is something new that he absolutely enjoys seeing. 
Being able to witness you fall apart because he's doing the bare minimum is turning him on beyond belief. He's so fucking hard for you right now. Usually, just a shy needy glance from you, he'd already be scrambling to fuck you like you deserve. The boys aren't wrong when they say he's whipped for you. 
It's equally distracting to him too - the way your wet slit is just begging to be impaled, the way your tits are moving with the rhythm of your heavy breathing and the way your lips are quivering because of the little touches he's emitting onto your cute clit. 
You're so fucking gorgeous and all for him. 
Alas, he can't forget the main reason you both are doing this. You need help to socialize,so he's going to be the best boyfriend there is and help you. 
"Gonna make it easier for you, baby. Give me three. Just need three, cutie." 
Your eyebrows furrow, trying hard to concentrate on the task. You have to be good. You want to be good. Want Chan to be proud of you. 
"Mm- name. Major.. house. Where they- house- home. Live," you try, earning a low chuckle from the man. 
Chan is now on top of you, thumb no longer playing with your clit but his strong legs are splitting your legs apart, making sure they're wide open, your wet slit being greeted by the cold air, making you shiver.
"Looks like I've been spoiling my girl so much, she's even giving me the wrong answer, hmm?" Chan tuts, pretending to scold you a little. You whimper, not understanding what part of your answer is wrong. 
"Where's their house, baby? So if someone comes to you and asks where you live, are you going to tell them? Hmm? Tell them that you live with your boyfriend? Tell them the number of our apartment so they can watch you get fucked everyday like a good little girl on the kitchen table? Invite them here everyday so they can see you drool over my cock like you are now?"
At this point Chan's just enjoying your struggle, enjoying the power he holds over you. The way you're whimpering and whining his name makes him feel so good, feeding his ego and making him bask in the wonderful feeling of teasing you so much that you're stuck in your shy girl mode, not knowing how to respond when he gets all dirty with you.
Chan is generous with his praises. But it also means that when he's in the mood to talk dirty, he's going to really show you what dirty is. 
He catches your shy gaze, your grabby hands playing with his fingers, thinking that it'd save you from the one punishment you know Chan will give you - the one punishment Chan knows you hate the most when you're this needy.
Cockwarming. 
"Get up for me, baby. You know what to do."
You're about to cry. You're now struggling to sink onto your boyfriend's cock. You're helpless when Chan isn't guiding his dick in you like he usually would. Putting his cock into you by yourself is something you rarely do because Chan would usually ram inside you, just how you like it, just how he knows you need it.
"You don't ask people where their house is, baby. You can ask them where they're from, that's okay. Yeah? Got it, cutie?" he tells you, eyes intently watching how you're struggling to put his dick in, even when he's holding it up for you.
A pillow princess like you just looks so cute trying to do things by yourself. 
"Asked you a question, baby," he taps on your ass, awaiting.
"Mm, no home, no home," you tell him quickly, voice squeaky as you finally sink all the way down, moaning his name. Chan lets out a pretty moan, making you rub your face onto the side of his neck, clinging onto him like you're afraid he's going to go away.
Chan can't help it. A praise slips his tongue, telling you how much of a good girl you are, how good you feel around him. To make up for the sudden softness, he pinches your right nipple, alerting your brain that he's not exactly happy with your progress now, no matter how good your pussy feels clenching around his cock.
You stay like that, unmoving for a while, brain accustomed to Chan being the one controlling the pace and movements. But when he's not even moving an inch and instead is now emitting little gasps from you because of his soft spankings, you whine his name.
"Channie," you call out for him, hands unconsciously bringing his from your ass to your waist, to the position he would always put his hands at whenever he's fucking you from below.
"What do you think you're doing, pretty baby? Think I'm gonna fuck you now? After you got the wrong answer?" Chan raises his eyebrows at you, amused at how you're so desperate for him when the class isn't even half done.
"You already know you're gonna cockwarm me, baby. You hate it, don't you? Hate having to stay still on top of me with my cock inside you?" 
You nod, sweat forming on your forehead as you try to stay still. 
"Hate it," you tell him, voice weak. 
"Hate it, yeah? My girl hates not having me fuck her, hmm? Fuck," he growls when he feels your walls clench when you take a deep breath. 
"Spoiled baby," Chan chuckles, biting your cheeks jokingly. "Okay, I'll make it easier. I'll ask you one question. One question and I'll fuck you if you get it right, kay?" he promises, earning a happy hum from you. 
"When someone asks you if you're in a relationship, what do you say, baby?" 
Chan's question puzzles you. It's not in the flashcard he prepared for you… how are you supposed to answer this? 
So, you go with the logical answer. "No telling," you say, knowing that you can't reveal your relationship to anyone. 
You thought he'd be satisfied with your answer. But his tone says otherwise. "No?" 
Chan's voice is low, his hand travels up to your hair, giving it a little tug, so you'd look at him. "Hold on tight," is all he says before he's standing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks to the nearest wall and slams you on it, one hand at the back of your head to make sure you're not hurt. 
"No? You sure bout that, baby? You don't need to tell who your boyfriend is. Or are you gonna let them flirt with you? Hit on you and think that you're available?" he asks in a voice that he only uses when his patience is tested.
You whimper, shaking your head 'no'. 
Chan decides to ignore that, wanting to drag this out a little. 
"One glance at your pretty face and sinful body, they're all gonna be all over you, baby. And your cute shy attitude? Fuck, they're gonna wanna have you, you know?" Chan growls into your ear, making you shiver.
Not even a second later, Chan starts fucking you. 
Hard. 
He's pushing his hips up, hands locking your body on the wall, his cock drilling into you from below and all you can do is take it. The sound of your soaking pussy and his slippery cock rubbing against one another fills the whole living room and it makes you shy away from his intense gaze.
"Fuck, you're such a shy little thing, hmm? Can't even look at your- ah fuck baby so tight-"
"Your boyfriend's fucking you. How can you say you don't have one when your pussy is molded for my cock, you cute lil thing?"
"Fuck, babygirl. My pretty girl. Shy baby. Can't even look at your boyfriend while he fucks you, huh? This is all you wanted, isn't it? Needed me to fuck you from the beginning of the class?" 
"I have to spoil you everyday so you remember to tell every fucking person there you have the best fucking boyfriend- just like that, baby, take it. You're pussy is doing so well, so well, fuck you're so slippery baby, so tight and slippery for me."
All you do is moan. Your back arches, legs about to give up from hanging around Chan's waist. He's fucking you so hard, so fast, your tits are bouncing with every thrust. Your hair's a mess, sticking to your face and shoulders from the sweat trickling. 
"Chan, Chris, oh my god," you nearly scream when he starts rubbing your clit while he sucks on your nipple. The position definitely uses up a lot of his energy and it's so hot seeing your boyfriend not even stopping to take a breath.
"S'strong," you mewl at him. "S'big Chris," you praise him, not being able to say anything else. "My boyfriend."
That earns you one messy kiss, the man in question clearly satisfied with what you said.
"Please," you squeak when Chan lets go of your now bruised lips. Chan groans, not being able to contain his weakness that is your cuteness.
"Gonna cum, aren't you? Can feel it baby. So tight for me. For your boyfriend. Fucking hell, you're squeezing me."
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Can't handle my cock, can you? Big for you. I'm always so hard and leaking for my girlfriend- ah yeah, that's it baby."
Snap. Snap. Snap.
"Your boyfriend's fucking you so good you can't even talk, yeah? Hmm? Always need my cock, don't you? Such a shy little girl but always so ready for cock- my fucking cock. My good girl, my good fucking girl. Cum."
And you do. You moan his name so loud as your walls spasm around his cock that it makes Chan himself shoot his load into you. 
"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou Chris," you whisper to him, always expressing your gratitude to him. He's giving you his cum, lots of it. The least you can do is thank him for giving you the one thing you didn't think you'd get today.
Your legs turn to jelly, releasing themselves from Chan's waist unexpectedly. You would've fallen butt flat on the floor if Chan's not fast enough to grip his arm around your waist. 
"Clumsy baby. Tired already?" he chuckles, giving you little pecks on your cheeks. 
You hum in agreement, burying your face in his chest as he holds you up. 
"But we're not done with the class yet though," he tuts and you whine quietly. "Seems like all you learn just now is that I'm your boyfriend, baby." Chan laughs, picking you up bridal style, bringing you to your shared bedroom. You know very well your mixed cum is all over the floor now - something Chan loves doing so he could take photos of. 
"Five more questions, baby. Gonna use my cloned cock that you hate so much. Not as warm as my dick, yeah?" he says softly, giggling like he hasn't just said the filthiest thing. "Gonna use the whole week to train you to be a social butterfly, baby. Get ready for more of my cum. My little baby butterfly needs it to grow, doesn't she?"
You're definitely gonna tell everyone that you're a spoiled girlfriend owned by a very charming, social butterfly of a boyfriend who teaches so well with his cock. 
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cb97percent · 3 days
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DAECHWITA: Chapter 5
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“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.” “Are you a member of the said community by any chance?” “Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.” “Like what? “You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”
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Chapter 5: Under Your Skin
📜9.7K words | Approx. 40-min. read 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings. Elements of surprise not given in the warnings. Read at your own risk: Possessive language during sex, facesitting, cumplay, masturbation (solo & mutual), dom/sub dynamics (use of 'good girl' & 'good boy'), praise kink (particularly for strength attributes), creampie, oral sex, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!
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Empty.
You noticed it when you realized there was an unusual amount of natural light in your corridor one day. The door to the catharsis room was slid open. You carefully approached and listened in, afraid of witnessing something you shouldn’t have again. When you peeked inside, you saw the room was empty. Hyunjin had moved out. Come to think of it, moving out would be an erroneous description because he was using this room in lieu of a summer villa anyway.
You were also informed that you weren’t going to be instructing him anymore. Nobody gave you an explanation as to why; just the fact that it might have been getting in the way of your own studies.
Way to be passive-aggressive.
But it worked to your benefit, so who the fuck cared? The prospect of being away from him made you breathe easy a little for some reason. It was fascinating to think that the emptiness of this room would make you feel all kinds of gloomy a couple of months ago.
Your second year came knocking on the door sooner than you expected, and you had a new set of robes reaching your knees now. Something that nobody else had. A black one with burgundy print on it for the first interdisciplinary student this institution had ever seen. You had spent the entire summer devising a program of study for yourself and taking extra classes to be done with this hell by the end of the year. Not because you were oh so invested in your academic career or future—it was just going to drive you insane if you didn’t keep your mind heavily occupied. Core curriculum, electives, extracurriculars, your complementary education courtesy of your agreement with the queen, and the occasional personal training you received from her for whatever reason. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company, but you were suspecting she may have been satisfying a longing for something else by spending time with you. You. A nobody. Yet the fondness on her face that appeared once every blue moon was too obvious to ignore. It made you wonder whether having a mother resembled this at all.
Nevertheless, you were feeling lonelier than ever. You were among so many different people because of the ridiculous amount of classes you were taking, but you didn’t even bother to make friends anymore—they were probably going to disappear from your life unexpectedly at some point anyway, so why bother? Why bother getting close to someone just to have them snatched away from you later on?
You actually had a remedy for this feeling. If you were outside, you could have gone to the cycling trail by the sea for a bike ride. That always helped you feel lighter. Just feeling the cool breeze caress your face and filling your lungs with the smell of iodine to disinfect whatever was growing in your chest. But that wasn’t within the realm of possible for you now. Inside personnel stayed inside.
You weren’t even sure what your title was anymore. Were you a student here? A guest? An employee? An aide? A pawn in some sick game you weren’t even aware of?
You were still thinking about Chris every minute of every day. You were missing him so much that you were racking your brains out to come up with an excuse just to walk into that dojo again. Or just to get a look from afar.
Afar. Just once. To convince yourself that you didn’t dream it. That he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. That he actually existed.
Afar.
You were on your way back to your room that Thursday when something finally snapped inside you. The practice sessions were always held on Thursdays, and there was still half an hour left before it ended. You crossed the interior courtyard and made a left instead of a right in that open corridor to make your way to the dojo with firm steps.
You felt your heart thumping in your ears when you stood in front of that door. There were loud exclamations and high-pitched metal sounds coming from inside. Everybody must have been way too into it as usual. You started praying to all the deities that you knew not to get noticed and slid the door open the tiniest measure while taking a deep breath, just enough for one of your eyes to observe.
You quickly scanned the gigantic hall with your eyes. The uniform attire of the clan was making this an impossible game of ‘Where’s Chris?’ to be solved on borrowed time, but you weren’t going to yield until you laid your eyes on him. You could feel your heartbeat increasing by three beats per minute with every passing second.
Come on. Where are you?
You were so engrossed in trying to find him among all the swordsmen that it didn’t occur to you what he was usually doing in those sessions. You darted your eyes to the clan master observing the sword patterns meticulously to tear people to shreds if they got it wrong.
Your heart skipped several beats when you noticed the man right next to him.
Posture upright, standing tall, hands clasped behind his back with arms forming a sharp forty-five-degree angle, eyes ablaze like a pair of flamethrowers ready to burn the whole goddamn place to ashes on cue.
You gasped.
His gaze immediately turned to the direction of the door and you watched his features soften when you made eye contact for the briefest second.
SHIT!
You urgently closed the door and started walking away as quickly as possible, your heart still beating so fast that you feared an actual heart attack coming on. The tightening in your chest doubled when you heard a door being opened in the distance and footsteps quickly approaching behind you.
“Wait!!!”
You felt a firm grip on your arm and finally stopped, breathing all kinds of erratic like you just ran a marathon.
“Your grace,” you averted your eyes to the floor and bowed to him.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Chris lowered his face trying to look you in the eye, “What’s up with the formality? Whatever happened to bathroom dude?”
You wanted to say so many things to him. God, you just wanted to be able to bury your nose in the crook of his neck to remember what his scent was like. You wanted to touch his face. You wanted to hug him so tight and never let him go.
You couldn’t.
“What’s wrong?”
He held your chin to force you to face him. Once he managed to lock his gaze with yours, it was plain impossible to look away. You felt your existence melt in those big brown eyes, anchored in your place for good.
“I c– I can’t tell you.”
“Hey.”
“Chris, please,” you whispered, trying so hard to hold back the wall of tears blurring your vision.
“It’s me,” he emphasized like it was a crucial piece of information you had to remember, “Tell me. Please.”
He was begging you with his soul, shattering yours with the desperation in his voice in the meantime. Hell, he was most probably thinking it was you who didn’t want to stay with him. That was not true; how could it ever be true? If you could, you would spend days in his bed, just listening to him tell you stories, talking about books, where the whole drumming thing came from. All with the comfort of knowing you could kiss him anytime you wanted. You could love him anytime he wanted. Just surrender to him completely because he was the safest thing to surrender to. He was your haven that you didn’t know existed.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I’m…” you tried to stabilize your breathing, “I’m not allowed to see you anymore.”
His face changed drastically at what you just disclosed to him, “Are you now?”
“Please don’t tell anybody I told you this. You’re not supposed to know. Please.”
Chris' expression was really hard to read. It looked like he was extremely relieved like he just learned he didn’t have a terminal disease anymore, but it was also partially cloudy with stains of spite. You had an inkling as to who that was addressed to.
“A lot of people are not allowed to do so many things on these grounds, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do it anyway.”
‘Well, don’t I know it?’ you thought to yourself with an uneasy feeling.
“Look at me,” Chris held your face in that empty corridor, currently painted orange with the sun setting in the distance, “Please don’t avert your eyes from me.”
It hurt so much. Looking into his doe eyes made you wanna uncontrollably sob. You were clenching your teeth so hard to suppress your tears that your jaw began to hurt.
“I miss you so much, baby.”
Why? Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to fucking say that and punctuate it with that goddamn address? You heard the floodgates loudly crack and finally let your tears fall.
When Chris pressed his lips onto yours, you felt your existence resurrect, basking in the solace of his warmth again. As he wiped your tears with his thumbs, you could see his cheeks were flushed, maybe slightly more than yours.
“Do you uh– Do you wanna just… Spend some time with me? Outside? Just… you and me.”
Your heart was squeezed to death at how much excitement and happiness that filled you with, yet you were so dumbfounded at the unexpected question that Chris took your silence in a way that he absolutely shouldn’t have.
“I mean, unless…”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, it’s not that! I’m just–” you corrected his misconstruction in panic and followed it with the disheartening facts, “Not only am I not allowed to see you, but it’s also… I’m not allowed to go outside.”
He was free to get out of the grounds as long as he hid himself since his adult ceremony had passed, but you didn’t have that luxury. Inside personnel stayed inside. Chris looked into your eyes and whispered with a dead serious tone.
“That’s why we’re gonna sneak around like a bunch of criminals,” he broke into a mischievous smile. When you involuntarily snorted, his dimples grew deeper.
“Tonight at midnight. Take the back stairs to the basement of your building. There’s an underground passageway behind the boiler that leads right outside the main exit. I’ll wait for you there.”
“You seem a bit too knowledgable about sneaking around,” you quipped while raising a brow.
“You learn to draw your own Marauder’s Map trying to survive in this prison camp,” he kissed your hands and pointed at you while walking back with a big smile, “At midnight! Don’t be late.”
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You threw on the blackest outfits you could possibly find to blend in with the backdrop of the night, grabbed a candlestick and a box of matches from your drawer, and made your way down to the basement. It felt super eerie like you were about to get jumpscared to death considering the time, but when the light at the end of the tunnel was Chris, it was totally worth it.
With the minimal amount of moonlight illuminating the space that reeked of damp, you found several long pieces of timber placed vertically behind the boiler, which blocked a rusty door that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a hot minute. You hid your hand under your sleeve as a precaution and pushed the handle down with all your might until the door creaked open. You were pretty sure none of the fair ladies judging the crap out of you would be able to open this door by themselves, and it made you snort to yourself. Taking out the candle and matches from the front pocket of your sweatshirt, you made a little guiding light for yourself and followed the trail until you found the exit. When you opened that door that would lead you to your borrowed freedom, you blew out the candle and walked towards the familiar black car parked outside with quick steps. The night sky turned blindingly bright when Chris smiled at you.
“So? Where are we going?”
“The weather’s a bit chilly, but I figured we could ride bikes by the sea tonight.”
You couldn’t help the jumpscare that followed you all the way from the basement and flinched in your place.
“How did– how did you–?”
“Remember the night on the rooftop?” Chris briefly turned to you before making a left turn, “You talked about bikes for like ten minutes straight. When people can’t shut up about something, it’s usually a sign they are very normal about it.”
The rooftop. The night of getting to know each other by not getting to know each other. You didn’t even realize how personal you were being while trying to keep your distance from him. Your heart felt so warm that you weren’t able to feel the night chill anymore.
The semi-robotic voice of the navigation informed you that you had reached your destination. Both of you covered in black from head to toe, hidden behind masks and actually looking like a bunch of criminals, you headed towards the stack of bikes and rented two from another impersonal artificial intelligence.
“I’ll race you to the marina,” Chris jumped on his bike and took off at full speed.
“HEY, THAT’S CHEATING!!!”
You and Chris went at it like you were getting ready for the next UCI championships with a lot of yelling and cursing accompanying the fervent turns of the tires. The chilly wind was blowing in your faces so strongly that if it weren’t for the masks you had on, a case of Bell’s palsy would be inevitable.
“Move out of the way! Incoming battle of pride!”
You squeezed the brakes right under the mermaid statue at the square, which was one of the locations you could drop your bikes off.
“HA! SUCK ON THAT!”
“I’d love to, but you’re delusional. I got here first.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
The Marina Square was always crowded with people no matter the time of day or year. Just people chilling on the benches watching the sea and the gently floating yachts, performers scattered along the walkway every few meters, loud cackles of young voices chatting on their portable chairs on the lawns, street vendors selling food and drinks.
“NO SHIT! IS THAT A SAMULNORI PERFORMANCE?”
Chris grabbed you by the wrist to punctuate the argument over who won the race and dragged you towards the sound of lively percussion rising from afar. Two men and two women were on the floor, banging on their instruments with so much energy that it made the crowd encircling them go feral. Claps and nods to the rhythm of the piece being played, high-pitched whistles and loud cheers fueling the performers, just a bubble of normal people who didn’t know each other having the most abnormally fun time together.
“Look at them go!” Chris yelled out, clearly way too excited by what he was witnessing.
“It’s a normal people thing to vibe with the rhythm, your grace. You wouldn’t understand,” you retorted, “Not everybody sits their ass down and politely claps at a performance, you know?”
“Haha, very funny.”
You watched these four people for quite some time and left a generous tip before leaving for the amount of unsolicited joy they provided you. Then you and Chris began your stroll on the walkway, still way too energized from the performance earlier.
“I remember these!” Chris pointed at a man behind a cotton candy machine, “When I was a kid there was only pink. Look at all those colors they have now.”
“Is it any good?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… Does it taste good? I’ve never had it before.”
His eyes widened twice their size, and although you weren’t able to see it behind his mask, you just knew his jaw dropped at what you just said.
“Are you fucking serious?!”
“What? They didn’t sell these around my school, and I didn’t leave home much.”
Without even saying anything, Chris ran to the salesman and asked for two cotton candies. Pink. The original was where it was at after all.
“I’m not promising it will be life-changing, but you have to experience this.”
You bit into what looked like edible wool on a stick and immediately burst into laughter. It felt like eating a piece of a laughing cloud. The texture tickled your palate and it was sticking to your teeth if you didn’t let it melt on your tongue first. It was sweet, but not to the point of giving you a headache. It tasted like the first time you kissed Chris.
Life-changing.
After walking around for half an hour or so, you got on your bikes again and made your way back to the car at a humane speed this time, just enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. Despite the glory of the one night you had shared with Chris on his birthday, tonight was still the best night of your life by far.
You just didn’t know how much better it was going to get.
“Man, what a night!” you exclaimed in your seat before getting off the car, “Thank you for breaking me out tonight. I really really appreciate this.”
“Thank you for hanging out with me,” he smiled and killed the engine so that you could go back without any lights around.
You still couldn’t believe that after what seemed like forever you not only got to see Chris, but actually spent time with him as if you had never stopped seeing each other at one point. The outline of his side profile was glowing under the moonlight, depicting the most beautiful linework you had ever seen in your life. The more you were hesitating to leave, the more Chris was anticipating something he knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it. Your face was flushed through and through, your throat was drier than crunchy autumn leaves, and your heart was on the verge of combusting again.
When you least expected it, he threw his arm on your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss. The most comforting yet the most arousing thing in the world. The texture of his lips still felt like ripe peaches, so full and juicy, generating an instant desire to bite into them, but he tasted like cotton candy this time. Or cotton candies had always tasted like his kisses and you just weren’t aware of it.
“You wanna do it again tomorrow?”
Tomorrow. The day after. The day after the day after. Every day. Forever. For as long as you could. Yes. Yes to everything.
From that night on, you kept sneaking out with Chris to do… normal stuff. Stuff that you weren’t even aware was normal. Like eating cotton candy. Watching street performances. Having late-night snacks by the sea and stealing each other’s fries. Holding hands. Heavy makeout sessions in his car until you fogged all his windows.
And with each passing day, you were falling deeper in love with him. You didn’t even know a human heart was capable of harboring this much love for someone. Almost unconditionally. You didn’t love him based on a condition per se—it was more like hope. An undying hope that he would love you back. Respect you just as much. Feel comfortable enough around you to be unapologetically himself. Trust you at least a fraction of the trust you had in him.
It was much different than what you had felt for Hyunjin. There was warmth here. There was affection. You felt safe. Chris didn’t need to obsessively ask you to trust him because you just did.
Then one night he took you out for a drive.
“We’re just gonna cruise. I know a spot. It’s a bit far,” he looked at you while fastening his seatbelt and shot a wink, “but closer than heaven.”
The drive to the hilltop overlooking the city was as serene as ever. He could be driving both of you to hell for all you cared. It was his mere presence next to you that made you infinitely happy. You watched the view for some time, shared the lemon cheesecake you picked up on the way, and just talked. About his fondness for bunny-shaped apples, about how your kid self thought you could swim in the streets when it rained, about his first time seeing a ship, about your fear of thunder and lightning…
“Okay, I have to ask,” you interrupted the conversation, “Did you double your workout regimen or something? I can’t fucking focus because of your veins. Your arms look so damn toned!”
“May have,” he grinned while inhaling another bite, “Why though? Does it look weird?”
“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.”
“Are you a member of the said community by any chance?”
“Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”
When you looked up at him again, you noticed how Chris’ eyes were fixated on the empty container he held in his hands. His ears were beet red, the telltale sign of his usual shyness, but at the same time, he was biting into his cheeks to hide the gigantic smile threatening to spill.
“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” you playfully smacked him on the shoulder while laughing hysterically, “So you have a massive praise kink about your body, huh? Very good to know.”
“Didn’t notice we were talking about kinks.”
“Yeah? Wanna kiss about it instead?”
“Yes.”
He said it so abruptly that you forgot the location of your rolodex of witty comebacks.
“I– I was–”
“Shh,” he pressed his fingers on your lips, “Don’t say anything.”
Even during your heaviest of makeout sessions, neither of you had done anything to cross that line to initiate anything. No matter how hot and bothered you would get each other, it seemed like both of you were waiting for the other to jump the gun first. As a precaution. To confirm you weren’t assuming anything. Those were just wet kisses and touches in the shade of dark pink and they were enough. They were enough to last you a lifetime if it ever came to that.
But that particular night, the second your lips touched each other, it immediately escalated to wine red. It was simply the last straw.
“So you just wanna have a strong body for health purposes, huh?” you straddled him, “You're not trying to get me to lose my shit over you or anything.”
“Originally I wasn't, but ever since you clenched hard under me that night, I can't fucking stop thinking about it.”
“As if you don't think tossing me around is hot.”
“I think everything is hot when it comes to you.”
Chris’ moves were much more confident this time around because he had explored parts of you before. He knew you liked it when he got a little rough with you. He knew you had a thing for his tattoo. He knew how much you loved his lips on your body. When he whispered in your ear. When he kissed your neck.
He knew.
The confined space got way too tight for both of you to properly go to town on each other, and since there was nobody else in your building anymore…
“Do you– Do you wanna come over tonight?” you blurted out while panting in between kisses.
“Come over where?”
“My– my room. I'm alone in the building,” you declared with your cheeks flushed, and then a sudden realization hit you, “Oh, sh– I mean… If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought–”
Chris interrupted your rambling with another kiss and whispered into your lips.
“I’m dying to come over,” he squeezed your hips “Move that pretty ass. We're going back.”
While Chris was speeding back, large hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, you weren’t able to sit still. You didn’t possess the patience of another ten minutes anymore. When your hand reached between his thighs, he clenched them for you with a smirk on his face, eyes still fixated on the road ahead. His bulge growing right before your eyes made you absolutely salivate, and you sneakily unzipped his pants to free him.
Just a small lick on his slit to taste his precum. Just little kisses on the smooth skin of his cock. The anticipation was murdering Chris. He couldn’t control the sharp exhale when you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth.
“Damn, baby, impatient much?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh, fuck no.”
He kept driving with his left hand while guiding your head on his cock with his right. The roads were empty. Just the two of you gliding on the restricted streets and your tongue gliding on him, both promising a vista of heaven as the final destination.
“Jesus, you have no idea how fucking good you look between my legs.”
Chris wanted to look at you, keep watching you suck him dry, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road. All he could do was try his hardest to prevent his eyes from rolling back and clench his thighs due to not being able to move in that cramped space.
“If you keep clenching those thighs, I'll sink my teeth into you. Just saying.”
“You like my thighs?” he let out a content chuckle.
“Fucking love them.”
Just then a different shade of Chris that you hadn’t seen before started to surface. He sneaked his hand into your hair and gently tugged on it.
“Take it all for me, baby. Take all of me.”
Confidence looked so fucking sexy on him that you felt all your pride reserves dissipate and did just that; took all of him in your mouth, and listened to his husky groans, complete music to your ears. In the middle of losing his sanity on your tongue, something you had never heard from him escaped his lips in the form of a whisper.
“Good girl.”
You felt your pussy throb really hard. It wasn’t what he said. It was who said it and how he said it. You wondered just how delicious it would be if Chris were to dom the shit out of you. Your enthusiasm got so out of hand that you found yourself choking on him.
“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, FUCK!!!!!”
Chris slammed on the gas pedal while spilling in your mouth, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open even though the road was as straight as an arrow and there was not a soul around. You zipped him back up and placed a kiss on his right cheek.
“That was… Damn, baby.”
This was the singular time you couldn’t wait to leave that car.
“Second floor,” you informed him while getting off, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
You ran back to your room, and it was maybe only two minutes later Chris appeared at your door. He was slightly panting like he'd been running.
“God, I missed you so fucking much.”
“We were just together.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Sue me.”
He attacked your lips and slid the door close behind him. You started stripping each other hurriedly since there was literally no time to waste. Every second counted. Every second you could love each other counted.
When you rid him of his shirt, your jaw dropped seeing his torso in its full glory again. As if you were seeing it for the first time. As if you didn’t already have it memorized behind your eyelids.
“Full disrespect, but fuck you. I can literally cum just by staring at you long enough.”
“I’d love to watch that.”
“When I can lick your pecs instead? Fuck no,” you threw one arm over his neck and dragged the other down his figure, “I love touching you. Love how you feel this firm.”
“You do, huh?”
You bit on the sensitive flesh of his lips, loving the way he was feeling himself. Making him feel sexy was definitely a whole turn on in itself.
“You don’t wanna know what those veins do to me.”
“Maybe I do,” he held your chin, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it does to you.”
“Makes me wanna punch a fucking wall when I can’t trace my tongue on them whenever I want.”
“What’s stopping you?” he grabbed you by your waist, “Trace it now. Do it.”
You basically tackled him into your bed, and Chris erupted into a peal of bright laughter. You loved the sound of his laughter. It always made you feel all fuzzy inside.
When you started dragging your tongue on his magnificent ink-adorned arm, however…
“Jesus fucking christ… You’re gonna kill me.”
From his arms, to his chest, you drew a wet trail all the way down to his shaft. That was where a lot of his veins were actively pumping blood, after all.
Then you started tracing him in earnest.
“Ah, FUCK, that feels so damn good…”
Chris was an incredibly sexy man as he was, but there was just something about arousing him, pleasing him, and knowing that you were the reason he was perishing that made him infinitely sexier.
“God, the things I wanna do to you...”
“What kind of things, baby?”
“Unspeakable things,” you licked a stripe from his shaft to his tip, “I wanna make all your fantasies come true.”
He grabbed your shoulders to signal you to come closer to him and buried his lips into yours again. If he let you, you could kiss him for an eternity.
“Then sit on my face.”
“You know what that is?” you faked a mild shock.
“Just because I haven’t fucked anybody before doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”
“Oh, right. The porn stash.”
He landed a playful smack on your ass and guided you to sit up, “Spread your legs for me. I wanna watch you ride my tongue.”
God, you had missed this so much. You had missed his gaze turning into the darkest shade of black when he knew he was pleasing you right. As you kept grinding on his tongue, taking in the intense sensation he was providing you, he closed his mouth on your pussy and you heard the wet sounds of him jerking himself off behind you.
“Little more. Just a little more, please, I'm almost there. Fuck!”
When he started lapping at your clit, you exploded on his tongue. He looked so fucking mesmerizing between your legs that you weren’t able to control how loudly you were moaning. Your voice spelled his own demise, and you felt strings of something warm sticking to your back, dripping down slowly towards your perfect ass.
“Fucking hell, you get me so fucking weak when you moan like that.”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t even need to touch me. I’ll cum so hard if you keep moaning in my ear,” he kissed your thighs, “Lie facedown for me, baby.”
You collapsed on your bed and rested your head on your arms. You felt Chris smearing his cum on your back like some massage oil, and he kept rubbing you all over to soothe you. To soothe you, but also to sneakily sign his name on your body. That disguised claim. His strong arms. His large veiny hands. His firm grip.
It awakened something inside you.
“Be rougher with me.”
You heard the little exhale that came from his nose, indicative of how pleased he was at your request, but he still wasn’t doing anything.
The magic word.
“Baby, please.”
Or in your case, two of them. He lowered himself to your left ear and whispered.
“That word suits your lips so fucking much, you have no idea,” Chris quietly hissed and kissed your ear, “She wants it a little rough? Of course I'll give it to her rough. Anything my girl wants.”
His girl.
His.
His.
His.
“Is it– is it okay if I call you my–?”
“You can call me your anything,” you interrupted him with your eyes still closed. Chris watched your beautiful smile fondly for a couple of seconds and then abruptly shapeshifted his personality.
“Then here's what's going to happen,” he turned you around to lie on your back, “You're gonna be a good girl for me and I’m gonna make you so feel so good. Otherwise, no more cumming for you tonight. Got it?”
You nodded as he descended between your legs.
“Good girl.”
You clenched.
“You're mine,” he kissed your pussy tenderly, “All of you.”
You clenched harder.
“Oh, she likes that. She fucking likes that,” Chris broke into a satisfied smile, “It excites you, doesn't it? You're really turned on right now.”
“What was your first clue?” you asked sarcastically, but he had an actual answer for you.
“Your scent changed again.”
“Again? I– I have a scent?”
“Mhm. It becomes sweeter when you're aroused.”
Who knew? Maybe our scents were only perceptible by other people because you knew for a fact that he smelled like sandalwood. And that it grew stronger when he was aroused.
Chris spread your legs wider and groaned at the sight again.
“My jaw will never not drop for this. Look at you,” he brushed his thumb against your folds, “So pretty. So juicy. All mine.”
He began his sweet torture by only kissing your lips softly. You were soaked already, and you desperately needed those perfect lips on your clit. The constant denial caused you to inadvertently roll your hips towards him for some more friction.
“Someone's excited, huh? I get you that horny?”
“Have you fucking seen yourself?”
“I have. What about it?”
It got from fishing for compliments to straight out asking for them. Your lips parted at the unexpected question, and you were lost for words for a second there.
“What is it you like seeing baby? Tell me,” Chris continued kissing you.
You had done much more obscene things to each other before, but why did this feel embarrassing to say out loud? Was it the vulnerability of your position? The ropes that you readily handed to him? You felt so defenseless all of a sudden.
“You're– You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Mhm?”
“You make me wanna fuck you senseless.”
“Mhm?” Chris sucked on the supple skin of your thighs, “Did you wanna jump me in the dojo at all?”
“Jump you?” you asked in bewilderment, “I wanted everyone to watch you drill me into a wall, for fuck’s sake.”
“So you wanna get fucked into oblivion by your man. Is that what it is?” he licked a stripe from your thigh to the edge of your labia, “My girl wants her man to make her toes curl.”
Your pussy visibly throbbed at how he described himself for you, and it felt even more embarrassing. What the hell was getting into him, indeed?
“You like that name, don’t you?” Chris flashed an unnecessarily content smirk.
He flustered you to a point that you were actively getting flushed in the face by then. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, but it felt like if you did—
“Say it, baby,” he carried on with his kisses with his eyes closed, “Say it for me.”
Even with all the courage you were able to muster, your voice came out as a barely audible whisper.
“Yes.”
But it was more than enough for a certain someone. He could swear he never felt happier in his entire life.
“I'll get you dripping wet for me first,” he slowly parted your labia to expose your clit, “Then I'm gonna hit it so good you're gonna fucking claw your bedsheets.”
You felt the ghost of a lick on your clit from the tip of his tongue, but you were feeling so on the edge already that you almost fucking came from that.
“Is that how you like it? Or do you like it better when it’s more intense?”
Then he latched his perfectly plush lips to your clit and started sucking on it again. When your moans started ripping from your throat, he moaned with you like he was the one getting his dick sucked.
“My girl likes it intense,” he slurped on your clit, “She likes getting her pussy licked, but she loves it when I get her cunt sloppy, doesn't she?”
Why the fuck? If the roles were reversed, you would have no problem hitting him with the most obscene shit he could possibly hear in his lifetime. Yet there you were, blushing and quivering like an untouched Victorian maiden at his mere words.
“God the sounds it would make if I start fucking this pretty hole right now… Look at how fucking wet you are,” Chris loudly hissed at you. You were clawing your bedsheets indeed, but it was because of the fucking foreplay. There was no way in hell you would be able to handle the teasing any longer.
“Fuck me.”
“Hm?”
“Fuck me! I need you.”
“But we're just getting started, baby. I wanna know every single way I can make you cum.”
Chris placed your legs around his neck and positioned himself in a way that seemed very dangerous for your sanity.
“And I wanna make you cum so fucking hard. Every – damn – time.”
When he started eating you out sloppily in earnest, it snapped something inside you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to suppress your moans even if you wanted to. They came so deep from your diaphragm, and the louder you were, the more his enthusiasm was escalating.
“GodDAMMIT, Chris, when the fuck did you learn to eat pussy this well?”
“Hm? You like it when I'm a good boy for you?”
Oh, he was doing it on purpose now, you were sure. He was watching your every move, observing your every reaction very closely, and reading you like a book to find the most minuscule details to end your goddamn life.
“I'm gonna cum on your face if you keep talking to me like that.”
Oh, how pretty you were crumbling under him because of the brazen things he blurted out like they were love poems. Chris had never been this entertained in his life before.
“Why don't you? Bonus points if you squirt on my face, but fair warning, if you do that I’ll cum.”
“Why are you– why– FUCK!”
“I’m just following my instincts like you told me to, baby. I don’t need to learn how to taste you,” he suddenly stopped his ministrations, “But I’m learning how to please you. Now let me see how you like it when I don't behave.”
He climbed on top of you and pinned both your wrists over your head with one hand. You fucking loved how he played with you however the fuck he pleased.
That confidence. His dominant aura. His possessiveness over you in the sheets. The infinite teasing.
You were about to lose your fucking mind.
“Fuck me.”
“Can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me, Chris.”
“So you want me.”
“I don’t want you. I’m fucking craving you. Fuck me!”
He finally deemed the teasing enough and threw your legs on his shoulders in one go.
“Let's cruise again, baby. No one's sleeping tonight.”
You didn’t lie when he asked you if you ever wanted to jump him in the dojo. You did. You indeed fantasized about getting drilled by him. And there he was, this impossibly ravishing man giving you exactly what you fucked yourself to many many times than you cared to admit, stretching you open with precise thrusts, getting even harder inside your tightness.
“You like it better, don’t you? You like it when I go hard.”
“Yes.”
“Louder, baby. Louder for me.”
“YES!”
Chris lowered his body and whispered before drowning you in kisses again.
“Good girl.”
You clenched again. He fucking loved that it seemed to have this much of an effect on you.
“Turn around for me,” he pulled out of you, “On fours. Spread for me a little more.”
You lied facedown and arched your ass for him, anticipating every single thing he was about to do to you.
“Just like that. That’s my girl,” he kissed your waist, “I can play with you better now.”
Chris slid his hand under you to reach your pussy, and started fucking into you while massaging your clit. You threw your hand back to grab his nape and pull him closer to you. You felt the need to touch him at all times.
“Chris…”
“Feel it, baby. Feel what I’m feeling.”
You were fucking. Not even that, you were fucking animalistically raw but you still felt your heart growing bigger. You just wanted to hug Chris and drown him in kisses and caress his unruly hair and…
“Do you? Do you feel it?”
You looked up to kiss him in response. He turned you around again so that you would face each other.
“Wrap your legs around me when I’m buried inside you.”
You were turned on out of your mind over how vocal he was by then. Chris devoured your neck as he kept fucking you.
“You're mine,” you sank your nails into his back and started scratching him, “Deeper. Go deeper. Claim me.”
“I'm gonna drill you into this mattress if you keep talking to me like that.”
“Do it. What’s stopping you?” you returned his earlier serve, “Bonus points if you can shoot your load right on my g-spot, but if you do that I’ll cum.”
You laughed at each other in the middle of going insane together. He took your lips between his again and kissed you for a long long time.
“You’re a dream,” Chris kept talking against your neck, “You’re a dream come true. You're my dream.”
Every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust. It brought you closer to him. You felt eternally chained to his soul; there was simply no other explanation for that. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that it made you wanna cry.
“Kiss me,” you cupped his face, “Kiss me again. Kiss me all the time.”
Inhumanely passionate. You weren’t kissing; you were exchanging breaths at that point. Chris brushed his thumb on your cheek.
“Tell me you love me again.”
Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean…
“For… For tonight?”
“No.”
If I say it, I will never be able to take it back. Please…
“If you… If you do… Pleas–”
“I love you.”
All this time, you were looking for an excuse to say it again. The expression on his pretty face was priceless, pure bliss mixed with excitement and eyes getting moist for some reason.
“I love you, baby,” Chris kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
Kisses. On your temples. Your cheeks. Your lips. Your neck. His hand slithered between your legs to massage your clit again, and he whispered into your ear with so much intention.
“Let me be your man,” he uttered in between his panting, “I’ll be your man. There’s nothing I want more.”
If happiness could kill, this was it. If you didn’t die that night, you were going to declare your immortality to the whole wide world.
“God, I love you so fucking much,” you inhaled his lips and your moans became more high-pitched, “I can’t stop loving you.”
“Ah, I’m so in love with you. Fuck!!!”
You arched towards him as Chris unloaded his seed inside you with erratic thrusts, moaning into each other’s mouths as you took off soaring together. This was undoubtedly the best fucking feeling in the world, and nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to becoming one with the one person that owned your heart. That orgasm lasted a while; you never wanted to come down—just live in this cloud of bliss with him, away from the ugliness of life, having the only thing you ever needed with you.
Him.
“Will you let me wake up with you in the morning this time?”
Fuck everything that was good and pure if you made the same mistake twice. You hugged Chris tight and buried your face in his chest, trying to control the sobs accumulating in your throat.
“Don’t– Don’t go.”
He couldn’t bear it. Even if it was due to being moved, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying, and tried his hand at cheesiness to make you laugh instead.
“Hey,” he held your face and made you face him, “The only time I’ll go is for another round.”
There were indeed tears in your eyes, but you cracked up nevertheless.
In the darkness of the night, and your attention being only on each other, neither of you noticed the shadow that passed by under the sliding door. There was only one other person who frequented this building, and apparently, he was there to listen to the acts of catharsis rather than partaking in it because he didn’t have a space to practice that anymore. He listened instead. And listened. And listened.
The entire time.
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You were woken up from possibly the most peaceful sleep of your entire life with a ticklish feeling on your bare back.
“Chris? Is that–?”
“Shh,” he kissed your back again, “go back to sleep.”
Who were you to say no to wake-up calls if they were going to be like this all the time? Chris kept placing kisses all over you. Your neck. Your shoulder blades. Your back. His right arm hugging your body from under you kept fondling your breasts while the other caressed every other inch of your body.
“Let me love you. Let me make you feel good.”
You were getting wet solely to his hums on your skin. His left hand found its way to your clit and started massaging it gently. You were feeling Chris get hard against your hips because of your sleepy moans, but when you bucked your hips back towards him, he got even harder.
You turned your back and palmed his rock-hard length without saying anything. You brought your body closer to him and rubbed him against your clit. He was leaking. You were salivating. You started stroking him while he coated his fingers to rub you.
Both of you were still half-asleep, but refusing to stop touching each other and going back to sleep. This felt way too good. Even the simplest touches. Real eyes closed, but fake eyes open. Never once blinking. Just staring right into each other’s souls like you were facing death head-on.
No talking. Quiet moans instead. Gently sucking. Kissing. Touching. Licking. Heavy breathing.
“Almost… just…”
Your chest began heaving faster. It felt so good. He felt so good. Too good to let go.
“Breathe, baby. Are you cumming?”
“Yes.”
“Cum for me.”
“Yes.”
“Cum for me all the time.”
“I love you!”
You fell down from that cliff, but you weren’t scared because Chris fell with you. You fell into a bottomless sea in slow motion in each other’s arms. You fell in love.
You were fully awake by your first refractory period. Your heavy makeout sessions took place in the comfort of your own bed this time instead of Chris’ car, accompanied by whispers of little confessions to each other. How you loved his scent. How he loved your taste. How you loved each other so.
You wrapped your leg around his waist to let him inside you. His lips never left yours as he lazily fucked into you, bringing you back to the realm of euphoric haze again. So sweet. So loving. Yet still so fucking sexy. Chris was even more magnificent under the natural daylight. You could see all his details perfectly. His skin. His messy hair. His deep doe eyes. His beautiful lips. The beads of sweat adorning his forehead.
How imperfect he was was the perfection itself.
“Don’t stop.”
This felt different. This felt much different than what you thought was love before. If that was love, then what was this? If this was love, then what was that?
Then again, who said love had to have a uniform manifestation? That you needed to feel the exact same things, give the exact same reactions to everyone ever? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? Wasn’t loving different people supposed to feel different? Peaches and strawberries were both fruit, weren’t they? Then how come they didn’t taste the same?
“Baby, I’m cu– Fuck!”
It didn’t matter how you felt once upon a time. To hell with it.
This was just what being in love with Chris felt like.
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That day, your training with the queen involved formal interpersonal etiquette. How to greet someone at a reception. How to pay and accept a compliment. How to extend gratitude. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even question why she was teaching you these things.
“I am indeed very fascinated by you, child. Once you see it, you never forget it, do you?” she commended your performance of the day and proceeded to pour the customary post-training tea, “There is something I need to discuss with you today.”
Now that wasn’t customary at all. During these ‘tea sessions’, the queen would usually ask you to tell her stories from your upbringing, a great deal of which obviously included your father. She would just listen to you with a fond smile and then send you away to your guest chambers on her floor. It made you feel like you were a walking storybook for her, but you just assumed maybe she was genuinely curious about what a normal person’s life was like.
“Yes, your highness?”
“It has come to my attention that you and my son have been… how to put this delicately… physically intimate more than once.”
She cut to the chase so bluntly that you almost choked on the tea. Before you could even say anything, she wore somewhat of a mischievous smile on her face that was so unlike her usual graceful demeanor.
“Somebody has a problem abiding by the rules, I see. You do realize I’m no fool, don’t you?”
“Your highness, I would nev–”
“You may apologize if you wish.”
You immediately got up from your chair and dropped to a fervent bow on the floor.
“Not like that,” Hyejin kneeled right next to you and carried on with her instructions, “Don't drop your head. Fingertips together. Elbows in. No weight on the hands.”
You followed everything she said to a T, instantly transforming into the posture of a delicate princess.
“That’s more like it,” she sounded pleased, “Since it has already happened before, I do not see any harm in having you escort him again.”
WHAT?
You genuinely thought she was going to feed you to the tigers or something, but her voice didn’t sound even slightly intimidating.
“The decorum is a little different this time since the reception will be held on the grounds. My aide Mina will be escorting you to get your measurements for your formal attire. Be at the hall tomorrow evening at 8 PM sharp.”
“Yes, your highness.”
You were going to escort Chris again. In public this time. On the grounds. The queen seemed to be fond of you, so maybe, just maybe, this could be your way to get her blessing. A key to the lock that was going to open the door standing between you and happiness.
You clad yourself in your ruby red cheongsam with a golden phoenix print on it, custom-made for you on short notice by the queen’s personal dressmaker, and attached the ruby comb to your hair given to you as an accessory for your attire. When you entered the hall, you noticed that the doors to the grand reception hall were open, and there stood your prince in his very own formal attire. A black robe with golden details over a red layer inside, a wide silk red belt hugging his waist with a traditional charm dangling from it, and black pants tucked into knee-high leather boots, Butterflies rioted in your stomach when you saw him. It felt like a Cinderella story and he was your very own prince charming.
“Your excellency,” you sneaked up behind him, “Miss me?”
“I never not miss you,” Chris smiled in sheer surprise, “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been tasked with escorting you tonight. What’s the occasion?”
His smile faded so quickly that you thought he was getting sick for a second.
“Is everything okay?”
“Escort duties are not for the guests,” he uttered emphatically, “Today is Hyunjin’s adult ce–”
“Good evening, princess.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach. The voice that once brushed your ears like velvet was the utter reason to have a panic attack now. When Chris and Hyunjin shared a look, a bolt of lightning struck between them so loudly that tornadoes started landing in the room.
“But… but her highness said…”
“I told you I don’t share, didn’t I brother?” Hyunjin didn’t take his eyes off Chris, “I told you to find your own.”
Chris’ anger levels at Hyunjin’s insinuations manifested itself in how hard he was clenching his jaw and fists, knuckles instantaneously turning white.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the princess and I happen to have exchanged bodily fluids, brother,” Hyunjin declared with exorbitant amounts of contentment in his voice, “Repeatedly.”
You were nothing but mortified. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole if you weren’t going to wake up from this dream somehow. This was neither the time nor the place to disclose such information, not to mention these were definitely not the words to be chosen to talk about it. You felt sick to your stomach.
“Come on, princess. You can say how hard we made each other cum.”
“This is outrageous,” Chris left the hall to remove himself from the situation because otherwise, he was most definitely going to do something utterly scandalous.
“WAIT!”
Hyunjin grabbed you by your wrist just as you were about to bolt after Chris.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You flung his hand off of you and pointed at him threateningly.
“If you don’t want me to bury you into this ground in front of everybody, do not touch me,” you spat in pure disgust, “I'm not your kitten.”
When you saw the main door being opened in the distance and Chris walking out to the courtyard, you dashed after him as quickly as you could with those damn heels you had on and caught him right by the pond.
“Chris, listen to me.”
“So you were just out collecting royalty cards, huh?”
“I swear I didn’t know!”
“You didn’t know what exactly?”
That this was going to bite me in the ass one day. That I was going to fall desperately in love with you.
“I thought I was supposed to keep you company tonight. You have to believe me!”
Then it hit you. Her excellency did not actually tell you which son she was referring to, did she? But wouldn’t that mean a whole other set of problems in itself?
“Did you…” Chris was struggling to actually say the sentence out loud, “Did you and Hyunjin really…”
You didn’t know how to respond to him. You didn’t want to lie, but in the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t mean anything. What you felt towards Hyunjin once upon a time was nothing compared to how you would burn yourself alive for Chris if he asked you to. There were no feelings there. You didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. Not once. Yet, it wasn’t any feeling of shame that was making you uncomfortable. It was the sheer dread of hurting Chris that was tearing you apart at that moment.
“Your silence tells me more than I should know,” he flashed a derisive smile.
“That was… That was before you.”
“So you’re not denying it.”
You were properly frustrated to the high heavens at that point. Did he really not see that you weren’t living outside? That you had to abide by whatever manuscript of laws put in front of you? That you actually had to sneak out to spend a shred of time with him? Was he not aware of what you were putting at stake for him?
“How do you expect to have something like we’re a bunch of ordinary people when I’m actually fucking forbidden from seeing you?!”
“Oh, but you could have something with him instead because you were allowed to see him as his instructor. Is that how you graded him?”
If Chris was holding his sword and slashed you in half right then and there, it would have still hurt less. Your eyes welled up with the angriest tears ever.
“That was really low, Chris.”
When your voice trembled like that, Chris realized the massive fuckup, but there were some things you just did not say even during a fight, no matter how serious the topic of conversation was.
“I– I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… I’m really distraught because I thought...”
“What? That you owned me?” you raised your voice, not giving a single fuck about who was around to hear you, “That paper I signed the day I moved in here didn’t make me anyone’s exclusive property, your goddamn highness.”
“Baby, please…”
“Let go of me!”
There was a difference between learning and discovery. One required conscious effort while the other was almost accidental. Or serendipitous based on how you looked at it.
You were a freak of nature. A prodigy of sorts. You could learn anything and everything you wanted at lightspeed, but could you unlearn them just as fast?
When you discover what love is rather than learning it, turns out you can’t.
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Day 13. Throat fucking + Spit + Snowballing with Minho
Wordcount — 4,148 words
Includes — Fem reader, established relationship, mentions of stress. Alcohol consumption and (implied) smoking. Dirty talk, use of petnames (pretty), oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, deepthroating, throatfucking, drool and spit, snowballing, cum eating.
Author's Note — This is as nasty as it is romantic, and I completely enjoyed writing and building up the plot for this, I don't know why! It all felt very intimate for me, and I hope I portrayed such intimacy in this drabble haha. I know it took me a while to post something, but I'm happy I was able to finally find some time to write! I hope you like this a lot.
Please remember that english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance!
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It's been a few weeks since Minho hasn't come home before 10.
Life is quite busy these days, that you understand. However, you can’t help but feel nostalgic when you remember those times where your boyfriend worked from home, spending as much quality time with you as he could. The day-to-day was easier those times as well.
When Minho started working at the company, face-to-face, again, things weren’t as they are right now —his schedules were alright, work wasn’t as overwhelming and the dynamic worked. However, in most recent times, you can tell things are getting difficult in the company he works at; with the end of the year just around the corner, it seems as if everyone is feeling pressure to get all their tasks, duties and responsibilities done before winter break. This means more work, more hours at the office, less hours of sleep and less intimacy with your boyfriend.
So tonight, when you hear the dim sound of the keypad lock unlocking your apartment door, it’s impossible not to feel an eerie sensation of happiness.
“I’m home,” he tells you, as if it isn’t obvious.
He always does so, and it’s like his very own way to remind himself that he has reached his safest place —a place away from the stressful work and the overwhelming routines. 
“It’s quarter past eight,” you frown your eyebrows in confusion, as if Minho’s check-out time isn’t originally 7:30 p.m. These days it isn’t usual for him to get out of work at the appropriate hour, so this is a bit of a shock.
“I’m very glad to see you too,” he teases you sarcastically, cupping your face with both hands and planting a kiss on your forehead. 
“Hey, I didn’t mean it that way,” you playfully hit him. “I’m just curious how you managed to escape work today”.
“I didn’t technically escape,” as he is speaking, he practically removes every single piece of clothing he no longer needs —from his suit jacket and tie to his belt, he leaves everything at the coat rack next to the door. “I finished everything in time for once, so I ran as fast as I could from the building”.
“You’re taking those with you later,” you tell him, pointing at the now messy hallway area. “I just picked up your sweaty gym clothes this morning”. 
Minho fakes a frustrated groan and follows you into the kitchen slowly, dragging his feet along the floor. “Yes mom!”
You smile fondly while he sits at the dinner table, legs spread and a few buttons of his white shirt opened.  
“I haven’t made dinner,” you murmur, somewhat in embarrassment. The household chores have always been shared between you, ever since you started living together —cooking it’s not something you always have to do as Minho can cook for himself (and fairly well!) but you wish you had received him tonight with a nice meal. Of course, you didn’t know he was coming early but had you known, you would have welcomed him with his favorite dish. 
“Actually,” he sighs, standing up from the dinner table and walking towards your figure, hugging you from behind tightly while you fix him a glass of red wine,“I want to take advantage of the fact that I got home early  to cook us something”. 
Cooking might seem something laborious and exhausting, but Minho finds the culinary arts to be exactly the opposite —instead of stressing him out, they relax him. He thrives on cooking for the people he loves, and the gratification he receives is not only compliments but the whole process. 
“You sure?” you ask, feeling his lips attached to your shoulder while he wraps his arms around you. He smells like lavender, mint and the tiniest pinch of cigarette smoke —his fragrance, combined with the warmth of his body and the meaningful moment, reminds you that you’re a lucky person. “If you wait a little longer, I can cook us something. Or if you’re really hungry, I can order take out from your favorite place”. 
“Pretty, I’ve been dying all week to cook for you,” he murmurs against your skin breathing in profoundly while he inhales the remains of your favorite perfume. “Why don’t you let me take care of this?”
“Alright,” you hesitate, but you know he means the whole thing —cooking is his favorite hobby these days, so it’s only reasonable that he wants to sublimate his stress by participating in it. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Just sit there and look pretty,” he jokes, taking the glass of wine from your hands and the kitchen counter. “Tell me about your day, or how much you’ve been missing me these days, or how incredibly handsome and hot I am”. 
“Right,” you scoff, turning around and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’ll fix the hallway and coat rack again while you cook”. 
“Yes,” he grins in victory, content with the fact that he won’t have to do it himself. Minho performs every house chore fairly well, but organizing or cleaning stuff it’s not something he enjoys as much as cooking or doing the laundry. “You do that, baby”.
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Albeit his will to cook dinner, Minho opted for a quick dish —a delicious pasta, accompanied with a glass of wine. He was hungry, and even though cooking it’s an activity he enjoys, he was really looking forward to spending time with you tonight.
So you had dinner together, chatted for a while and while you washed the dishes, Minho went to run a warm bath for the two of you. The weather in Seoul is getting colder these days, as Christmas is approaching —a warm bath seemed adequate tonight.
For about an hour, the whole world vanishes for you and your boyfriend as you sit at the bathtub together, letting the water wash away the stress of the day. Most of the time you spend it in silence, not because there’s nothing to say but because you both enjoy the quietness and presence of each other —it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, but quite the opposite.
“Today was a good day,” you tell him, kicking your head back so it rests on his shoulder. “We should do this more often”.
“Tell that to my boss,” Minho jokes, scoffing bitterly. There’s lingering annoyance in his voice, as he is being reminded of injustices that happen at his workplace, but he doesn't let that memory ruin the moment. “I really can’t wait for Christmas break. I’ll make sure to spend all my days like this with you”.
“We are almost there,” there’s still a couple of weeks before Minho’s days off, but the promising future is enough motivation for him to bear the day-to-day, “In a blink of an eye we will be in Gimpo without worries for a couple of days.”
He sighs profoundly, fantasizing about all the things you are going to do there. “I hope these weeks go by quickly,” he kicks his head back softly until it meets the cold, white tiles of the wall. “Work is okay, I mean- it’s sure a lot but nothing I can’t handle. I just miss being with you, it feels like forever since the last time we spent the night together”.
“I know,” you exhale deeply, shrinking between his arms.
Minho’s preferred love languages have always been physical touch and quality time, so you understand his frustration.
“How was work for you today, though?” he asks you, shaking his head in hopes of removing some of his personal thoughts. “I haven’t asked you today”.
“It was good,” you smile. “Really calm and quiet, nothing out of the ordinary”.
“Might as well quit my job and join the bakery with you,” he murmurs, his words being muffled by his lips attached to your naked shoulder. “You bake and I decorate everything with frosting —cakes, cookies, cupcakes…”
“I can imagine the showcase filled with jureumi decorated pastries,” the thought makes you crack a soft chuckle; it’s as absurd as hilarious.
“Well, the most important part with baking is having fun with it,” he attacks, mostly offended by the way you predicted his performance.
“And you look like you could use some fun these days,” you tell him, implying a dirty meaning behind your words.
“If you want to fuck just say so,” he scoffs, stretching his body to reach a pair of towels. “Don’t have to throw hints at me, pretty”.
The evening has been great so far —he came home earlier than usual, you had an amazing dinner and even made some time to take a bath together, something you hadn’t done in a couple of weeks.
There was no more perfect way to end the night than fucking, but as exciting as that is, it is also very tiring.
“It’s a Thursday,” you remind him, turning just slightly to face him. “And you have to be up at 6 in the morning. Don’t want you falling asleep at your workplace”.
“Ever heard of coffee?” you hit him playfully, and join him getting out of the bathtub. He doesn’t offer you a towel but rather helps you dry yourself up, dragging the cloth along your body and letting you wrap it on your hair.
“I’m not putting you through that,” you pick another towel from the rack and wrap it around your body, watching delighted as Minho wraps his around his waist.
“You saying so makes sex seems like a torture,” your boyfriend teases you, pushing his wet hair out of his face. “What do you mean you don’t want to put me through that?”
“Well, you have work early tomorrow and sex can be exhausting sometimes,” you clarify, walking towards your toothbrush near the sink. “Plus, I know you’re already tired. I'd feel shitty if I made you wear yourself out even more”.
“I'm never too exhausted for sex with you, though,” he smirks, joining you in the sink.
The thing with Minho, that can be a good trait as a negative one, is how pleasing he can be —he always goes out of his way to satisfy you, even if that implies leaving aside his desires or needs.
On the other hand, though, he has a high sex drive, so you do believe the “I’m never too exhausted for sex with you” thing because he has proven so many times that it is true. But tonight, you know he needs to rest, so you are trying to persuade him into that.
“You can prove that to me during the weekend,” you tell him, spitting out toothpaste and water into the sink. You fill your mouth with water again and repeat the process a couple of times, Minho doing the same thing. “But right now, we are going to sleep”.
He whines and you palm his shoulder after leaving the toothbrush in its holder. In the meantime, you continue your night-time routine in your shared bedroom —you get changed, brush and dry your hair and apply some lotion all over your face and body.
He gets in the room not too long after, and does the same —fixes his hair, puts on a pair of sweatpants and applies your body lotion too.
It’s a common occurrence: he has a whole drawer filled with body and skincare products he buys, but he always ends up using your stuff.
Not that you care, though, but you’ve always found it hilarious.
“Make room,” you tell him, pushing his body away from your side of the bed. It takes him a couple of whines but he finally gets to his side of the bed, pulling the sheets on top of him and getting comfortable there.
You join him inside, being welcomed by the warmth of his body and the coziness of the blankets. It doesn’t take him long to settle right behind you, making you the little spoon —he places an arm on top of your body and, because he has the chance, places a wet peck on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he exhales afterwards, out of the blue, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“Huh?”
“Sorry I can’t be around as much as I want and as much as you need me to,” Minho explains, and you abruptly turn around to face him.
“Hey,” you whisper, one of your hands reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m not complaining”.
“I know, but you should,” his eyebrows furrow too, upset lingering in his voice. “Moments like this remind me how caught up in work I am, and how lonely you must feel at times because I’m not around”.
There’s no lie in Minho’s words, but you know it is not his fault at all.
“I don’t want our relationship to be a burden,” you comfort him, the warmth of your palm makes him close his eyes, “as much as I would love to have you all for myself, I understand there are other important things we need to balance”.
Minho sighs profoundly, somehow feeling a weight lifted off.
“Plus,” you smile, softly chuckling in advance to the comment you’re about to make. “That anniversary gift you got me kind of helps with bearing the loneliness”.
His half-lidded eyes shoot you a taunting gaze.
“Is it good?” he asks, bringing back to his memory the dildo he gifted you. You nod and he hisses. “Better than me?”
“Of course not!” you protest, forcing his face against yours and planting a wet peck on his lips. When you do so, he holds you closer to him, decreasing the space between your bodies, and what was once an innocent peck, turns into a heated kiss. “No one is better than you”.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs between kisses, breath hitching in anticipation. “I’m starting to think you use that toy more than my cock”.
Albeit your thoughts earlier tonight, you can’t stop yourself from craving him.
“Jealous?”
“Maybe a little,” Minho reveals, his arms still wrapped around your waist even when you try to lay flat on the bed again. “I can’t go a day without thinking about how good it feels to be inside you”.
“Minho,” you wish to stand by your original statement —you don’t want him to feel exhausted. But when you start feeling his wet lips against your neck, lazily kissing it, you try to abstain. “We better get to sleeping if you don't want to have trouble waking up tomorrow morning”.
“Mhm,” he hums, pretending to hear what you say.
“I mean it,” you coo, words slightly breaking in quiet whimpers. “Come on”.
“I miss you so much,” your boyfriend whines quietly, the sound of his voice being muffled by his lips against your neck. “I need you”.
You tangle your fingers onto his hair, softly pulling it while he nibbles at your sensitive skin. You need him too, probably just as much as he does.
“Hey,” you whisper, feeling dizzy at the sounds he makes when kissing your skin —sloppy, messy, yet erotic and romantic all-together, “baby”.
Oh, how weak he is for that pet name.
“Yes?”
He withdraws from your body and, judged by his gaze, you can tell he is tired. But the spark of lust and desire is still there, even after a long, exhausting day.
“Let me take care of this”.
When you tell him that, he agrees immediately —he feels as if this is the grand prize to an excruciatingly tiring and productive week. As pleasing as he can be, he can’t help but feel relief.
“Are you sure?”
“Just relax,” you soothe him, cupping his face while caressing his cheeks. “I want to make you feel better”.
He swallows thickly, anticipating whatever it is you feel like doing tonight. So you kiss him one last time before switching your position on the bed, crawling to where you need to be with your knees against the mattress and your clothes slightly out of place due to Minho’s mischief.
“You always make me feel better,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on your hands —they move cunningly along his body, stroking every inch of his abdomen. “Always make me feel so fucking good”.
“I try my best,” you giggle, lowering his underwear just enough to release his already hardened cock. For once you’re glad he doesn't like to sleep with clothes on, it makes everything easier.
“And you always succeed, pretty,” he compliments you, pushing his elbows and forearms against the mattress while straightening his body so he can see you well.
“Thanks,” you wrap your hand around the base, guiding your lips to the tip without actually making contact with it. You have the biggest smile plastered on your face, feeling flattered by his compliments.
You don’t mean to tease him but it comes naturally —it’s all part of the moment. Although you desire to move forward as fast as you can, you can’t help but get too lost in the moment, slowly giving yourself to him.
You stroke him a couple of times before taking him all in your mouth, one of your hands gripping the base of his cock while the other rests on top of his thigh.
“Fuck,” he sighs profoundly, head falling back in defeat, “so fucking warm”.
The thing you like best about Minho is how sensitive and vocal in bed he is. One touch, one grip or one stroke and he is already melting underneath you, grinding his hips against the mattress while murmuring the sweetest and nastiest things to you.
You have your mouth full, so all you do is nod in response, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed while you train your throat to adjust to his length tonight —the first moments going down on him are always a challenge, not matter how many times you’ve let him fuck your mouth before.
“Your throat forgot me already?” he asks with a cocky scoff, though his shaky breath and gulped words are telling a different story. You’re struggling to take him but, in your defense, it has been a while since the last time you’ve gone down on him.
A while as in a couple of days, but a while nonetheless.
“Never,” you gasp quietly when you are finally able to breath, watery eyes blinking fast in hopes of retrieving full vision, “it's just it has been so long since I’ve tasted you”.
Your tongue swirls around the tip of his length seductively, teasing every inch of it before taking all of him inside your mouth one more time. You bop your head on it rhythmically, up and down while your hands stroke whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth and play with his testicles, teasing and squeezing them ever so slightly just as he likes it.
“Pretty,” he breathes, hazy eyes staring at the ceiling of your room with his mouth ajar, “god”.
He doesn’t ask you to stop, but his body stiffs abruptly and the movement of his hands get lost in the midst. One suddenly gets to your hair, and you start noticing the hesitation behind his actions.
“Pretty,” he repeats again, fingers latching onto your scalp.
“Yes, baby?”
There’s clearly something he wants, but it is taking him forever to voice it out loud.
“Can I please fuck your throat?”
It’s just not something you usually do, hence the hesitation.
Surely, you’ve gave him oral sex countless of times, even deepthroating has been on the table for as long as you’ve been dating him, but throatfucking it’s not a practice you usually do.
“I’ll be gentle,” he adds, interrupting the thoughtful silence surrounding the room.
You don’t have to think too much before nodding compliantly, the grip on your hair tightening as he guides your mouth to the tip of his cock yet again.
“Open wide for me,” Minho asks you, softly biting on his lower lip, while he cautiously guides every single one of your movements. Helped by the grip on your hair, he pushes your head down on him, forcing you to swallow every inch of his dick until the tip of it hits your throat. “Just like- fuck”.
He holds your head in place for a while, until your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs and he takes it as a sign to let you breathe. When you finally gasp for air, and swallow thickly the remains of your own drool, Minho asks you if it was too much.
“I’m fine,” you shake your head enthusiastically, albeit your struggle to speak. “Keep on going”.
He loses no time in gathering your hair into a messy ponytail yet again, pushing your head down his cock until the tip of your nose brushes against his pubis —this time around, though, he makes you bottom out and then forces you up, repeating the same movement at a steady pace.
“Pretty,” he moans, his shakily breathing sounding like music to your ears.
All you can do is look at him, and that is already a hard task on its own —the way he is stretching your throat is making you gag around it, and maintaining both your eyes open seems impossible at times.
Still, Minho seems to enjoy the sight.
“Make a mess on it,” he doesn’t necessarily fucks you faster, but each time he pushes your head down further, “drool all over it, show me how much you’ve missed it”.
The deeper he fucks your throat, the more you salivate —fulfilling his desire is such an easy task when it comes naturally, so you don’t refuse. Instead, you take him in eagerly, focusing on relaxing your throat and not holding yourself back.
He guides your head away from his length and allows you to breathe fully, inhaling deeply while you watch him smear your own drool along his length with some gentle strokes.
“Spit on it,” Minho asks you, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other is pushing a few pieces of your hair away from your face. By now you’re both a mess, and you’d probably want to bathe again, but it doesn't matter.
You do as you’re being asked and spit on his cock, wetting it even more than it already is. Your hand reaches out to replace his, and you start smearing your own fluids eagerly, jerking him off while he watches you.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warns you with strangled words, wrapping his hand around your wrist.
“You don’t have to,” you decrease your ministrations and stare at him with a smile, one that makes his cock twitch visibly in front of your eyes. “You can come whenever you want”.
You lean down to take his cock in your mouth again and he follows you instinctively, returning to the original dynamic where he is controlling your movements and you’re allowing him to use your throat to get off.
This time around, though, everything feels sloppier and desperate, even his hips are grinding against your mouth as if he needed to go deeper. One of your hands squeezes his testicles while the other grips his thigh firmly, even smearing some of your own drool on them to provide even the slightest friction.
“Yes,” Minho groans, the muscles of his abdomen contracting while his breath gets caught up in his throat. “Fuck, all the way in”.
He places his feet against his mattress with his knees slightly bent, and that allows him to grind his hips against your face just at the same pace he is moving your head on his cock —the deeper he pushes your head, the more he raises his hips.
“Can I-”
“Mhm,” you hum, although the sound is muffled by his cock. Still, that’s all it takes him to finally allow himself to come undone inside your mouth, spurts of his hot cum filling your wet hole to the brim while his cock twitches over and over again.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his eyes tightly shut while his chest is moving frantically, trying to catch some air but failing miserably.
In spite of your efforts to swallow all of his load, most of it ended up leaking when he guided your face away from his cock, his arousal dripping from your lips onto your chin and clean t-shirt.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes, his slim fingers collecting the semen from your chin just to push it back onto your mouth again. “Didn’t think I would come this much”.
“I’m not complaining,” you murmur with a victorious smile,
He doesn’t give you time to swallow his cum before pulling you close to him, crashing his lips against yours desperately while he wraps his arms around your waist. You kiss him back almost as eagerly, tongue brushing against his and giving him a taste of his own arousal, making him groan in the midst of it.
“I can’t wait to do this often,” he whispers in between kisses as you two share his cum, savoring it off of each other’s tongues.
“I can’t wait either, baby”.
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hwajin · 2 days
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#! – [ crazy ] Bang Chan
– gn!reader // nsfw – just rlly nasty and not proofread, enjoy <3
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You had Chan all over you, his hands caressing every and any part of your body he could possibly hold on to, hands never breaking contact, breath never not fanning over your heated skin. It was desperate, him and you were, and yet you were fully dressed still despite impossible need growing between your legs. And you were touching, too, hands tangled in your boyfriend's locks, holding a tight grip, or travelling down his body, toned and sweaty already, fingers sneaking to feel underneath his shirt, sending his brain to orbit. His breath was hitched, scattered, and his back arched when your palm reached to caress his ever growing bulge. He was a goner, visible in his behaviour and movements, and you haven't even done much.
"Fuck me, please."
Your patience was running low, and your desperation for Chan, to have him entirely and fully increased by the second. Your own, sinful words flustered yourself, yet nowhere near enough for the embarrassment to take the lead, to win over the lust that has set into your body and made it's way right to your core. You needed him, the sooner the better, and no words would ever be too pathetic to say out loud.
And Chan as though lost control right the moment, when the sentence, breathy and hushed in your throat, said so seductively, rolled past your lips. His eyes widened in shock, not used to you being this straight forward, to not having you stutter out your hearts desires to him. He knew he got you shy, was aware of the effect he had on you - and hearing you so sure, so needy for him that you forgot all about your initial shyness, your normal flusterness - it was impossible for Chan to not fall deeper into the idea of you, to not lose his head and have his mind short circuit. He rolled you over, having you lay on your back and in no time he found himself atop of you, bodies so close it was suffocating, in a way so insanely pleasurable. Chan would have surely ripped your clothes if you weren't a tad faster, having your shorts and underwear off in less than a second, watching him with hunger as he, too, undressed before you, disregarding shirt and pants and piling them next to bed, adding them to your garments. And it was a sight to see, visible need and lust rushing through every of Chan's protruding veins, seeing his desires written all over his face and pool at his eyes - and all of it for you, only and entirely.
"Drives you crazy when I say that, huh?"
Your boldness didn't disappoint to make Chan halter in his act, another wave of shock running through him upon watching your smirk, watching you eyeing him up and down, as though knowing he'd combust any moment. His hands, now ever so wanting and much needier than prior, found their way to your hips, holding onto them so harshly one might think you'd slip away if he didn't hold you securely enough. His dick, in contact with your entrance now, yet keeping a teasing distance, not giving in right away, gliding up and down your slit to have you worked up this much more, despite both of you needing nothing else - it got you wild, got you arching your back into his chest already, elicited the sweetest sounds off you, ringing right in Chan's ears and hitting him right at his core.
"Fuck- you drive me crazy."
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stvckwithaphobia · 2 days
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— KITTEN [lee minho] 🐈‍⬛
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content/warning. lee minho x female reader — enemy!minho — smut — dom/sub dynamics — rough sex — unprotected penetrative sex (don’t do this) — creampie — breeding kink — slight sir kink — reader gets called kitten and slut
word count. 0.6k
note. wanted to write something about my ult and came up with this idea don’t expect too much of it pls — I hope you will enjoy this one in case you come across this :)
important. minors do not interact, this is 18+ content — none of the characters are supposed to imitate real people, any coincidences with names and places are just for the sake of fiction — if you enjoy this content pls consider leaving a comment or reblogging this!
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“Shhh, kitten, you’ve gotta be quiet.”
His whispers are almost drowned out by the music blasting outside the club. However, you manage to hear him. The loud volume of the music isn’t the reason for losing track of your surroundings.
“Hm, don’t want to get caught, yeah? It would be so embarrassing if your friends found you, getting fingered in public like the needy little slut you are.”
It’s Lee Minho instead, three fingers deep inside your throbbing cunt right now. His lips hover over your neck which makes you arch your spine a little further. Your ass is pressing into his covered bulge now and he has no interest in hiding it.
“Min—Please i-it’s–“
Your words get caught in your throat like they always do.
It’s a reaccuring scene—meeting your somewhat enemy Minho at a club on a busy Friday, letting him pay for a drink—not enough to get you tipsy but to make you crave more.
Until he takes your hand and the both of you stand in that narrow alley once again, him shoving your body against the cold wall.
“It’s what, kitten?”
The nickname. He always uses it. Especially when he knows you’re getting close. Every time he feels you clench around his fingers, like you do just now—he does what he has to do. Pull them out. Make you ask for more—which you obediently do every time.
“N-Not enough–need your cock inside me.”
One could say you’re rather a puppy then his kitten, begging him to fuck you raw out there in the darkness. Lee Minho is a kind man when it comes to fulfilling your wishes. He’s a kind man now, too.
Slipping his other hand into the hem of his jeans, he pulls them and his boxers down enough to free his erection. You wish you were able to get a glance of his cock right now—probably standing upright and the tip covered in his precum.
“Minho—please, I n-need you to fill me, sir.”
Oh, and how he needs it just as much.
You’ll never get over the feeling of his cock entering with the first few inches, stretching your wet walls so good. Minho always makes sure to take his time with you, as he knows he’ll be more successful in having an impact on your brain this way.
“Then take it—take all of it and say thank you after, slut.”
Minho craves fucking you dumb way too often and you crave to allow him exactly this just as much. That’s what he’s doing now—shoving his length into your tight pussy, his thrusting movements making you spread your legs a little wider.
“Please—kitten needs your cum, all of it.”
He gets to pound into you even deeper this way and you welcome it. You’re past the point—only Minho and the way his cock is making you roll your eyes back in pleasure is occupying your mind right now. It’s as if he’s put you under a spell, as if he’s hypnotising you with the sharp movements of his hips.
“Hm, kitten wants me to bury my cock inside her? Fill her to the brim with my cum? I know you’d look so pretty with your breasts all swollen.”
And that’s the final straw. You clench around him with no ending in sight as your orgasm washes over you. Minho can’t help himself either and keeps his promise of granting you even the last drop of his cum.
“T-Thank you,” you stutter when the both of you have come down from your highs.
He pulls out shortly after, his mouth right at your ear now. 
“I’m keeping your underwear this time, kitten. Have fun walking back into the club with my cum seeping down your thighs.”
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sir3racha · 3 days
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Day Seventeen - Edging - Christopher Bang and Kim Seungmin
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Genre: Smut
Warnings: Mentions/Consumptions of Alcohol; Explicit Sexual Content; Orgasm denial; Pussy Slapping; Dacryphilia if you squint
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To say you were competitive would be an understatement.
To say you were a sore loser would be an even bigger understatement.
There was something about the satisfaction of winning that was so gratifying, so good, so inebriating, that no matter what it was, you tried to do it to the best of your ability. Whether it was playing Poker, Mario Kart, Uno, Just Dance, even something as trivial as a bet, you were committed to winning.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to announce this fondness for winning while you were drinking with two close friends, but the liquid courage in your system had lowered your common sense.
“I never lose,” You’d slightly slurred to your best friend Seungmin, his roommate Chris snorting at your statement. “I don’t! Losing isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“That’s subjective,” Chris argued, taking a drink of the amber liquid in his glass.
“No, I’m serious! Any game you can think of, I can win as easy as breathing!” You bragged, suddenly noticing the glint of mischief in Seungmin’s eye.
“Any game, huh?”
Truth be told, Seungmin was not merely a friend to you. While yes, you were friends, your friendship had escalated to one that provided benefits for the both of you. You’d had your share of sleepless, energetic nights together, and while you’d never openly told anyone personally, you were sure that Seungmin had mentioned it to Chris.
You watched with dwindling inhibitions as Seungmin and Chris shared a look, before they both turned back to you.
“How’s this for a game?”
And this was how you ended up where you were now.
You were drenched in sweat, shirt pulled up exposing your breasts as Chris pinched, twisted, and pulled at your nipples. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, the exposed area of your neck already blooming with marks from the older man. Every now and then he'd laugh, the husky noise making you tremble in his and Seungmin's grasp. The latter had his mouth attached to your clit, two fingers drenched in your slick as he quickly worked them in and out of you. Your legs shook as you once again felt your high getting closer, about to wash over you, but once again, Seungmin pulled away.
Your body convulsed as you cried out in pain, yet the pleasure was still too immense for you to even think about telling them to stop. "It hurts," You spoke, over and over again as if it was the only words you knew how to say. Chris cooed in fake sympathy, one of his hands going to caress your cheek, as Seungmin looked up at you with eyes that held fake innocence.
"What hurts, pretty?" Seungmin pouted, and your face reddened more than it already was, knowing that he wanted you to blatantly say the body part of yours that was throbbing, stinging, and aching for proper release.
"My," You chest heaved, and you licked your lips before swallowing your pride and finishing your statement, "My pussy hurts."
As soon as you had finished that statement, Seungmin reeled his arm back, landing five sharp, consecutive slaps onto your swollen, red cunt. Your legs shook violently as you cried out, Chris moving one of his arms across your torso as he held you in place. "Aw, your pussy hurts?" Seungmin taunted, landing another slap to your abused skin. "Poor little baby."
Tears openly fell from your eyes at this point as you sobbed quietly, becoming desperate for the relief you had craved. However, you still had your pride, and you were adamant to not to cum and lose the bet that the three of you had previously made.
"It's okay to cry, little one," Chris spoke softly to you, placing gently kisses to your cheek and jawline, "You can just say the word and then this'll all be over. Doesn't that sound like such a good idea?"
You inhaled deeply, blinking back whatever tears were in your eyes as you looked down at Seungmin and then over at Chris, the look in your eyes alone being enough to make them smile knowingly. "I told you I never lose," You spoke shakily, "and I'm not starting tonight."
Seungmin hummed as he positioned himself mouth-level with your heat once again, dark eyes never leaving yours. "Sounds good to us; tonight's gonna be interesting."
Chris hummed, his next statement making you swallow thickly as your body began to heat up even more. “Looks like we found the perfect little fuck doll, brother. It’s only fair we break it in, don’t you think?”
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Hello! 🌸 I’m new to your blog and just binge - read all your writings and you’re just so amazing in every way!
I was thinking of requesting a felix x fem reader (fluffy and suggestive) where you visit him at his dorm room and you guys end up just fully making out, dry humping and just squeezing and caressing each others bodies. Also you are usually quite the shy type but your soft dom side came out, especially when felix looked so good that day 🤭🥰
welcome to my blog and im glad you binge read my stuff ;-; thank you for your lovely compliment! 💞 here is your request, i hope its what you wanted. pls lemme know your thoughts and opinions – i welcome all feedback!
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⌢ : ⤹ 🔥 i need you
→ PAIRING: Lee Felix x fem!reader
→ GENRE: college!au | smut | MDNI
→ SYNOPSIS: felix becomes consumed with neediness and desperation for you.
→ WARNINGS: pet names (baby girl, darling, angel) | established relationship | grinding | dry humping | felix is needy af | more suggestive than smutty | softdom!reader
→ WORDS: 0.6k
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"I've missed you so much." Felix says through laboured breaths. His lips attack every inch of your neck, face and lips. You laugh softly, holding onto his shoulders with your legs either side, straddling him.
"I've missed you too, lix." You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the soft locks as his lips lock onto yours in a heated kiss. You had a free period, it's supposed to be a study period but you took the time to visit your boyfriend.
His dorm is empty, his roommates all in their designated classes, so it's just you and him and who knows what the two of you could get up to. You haven't seen him for a few days due to your classes clashing with each other. When you have free periods, he has class and vice versa.
"You're so fucking beautiful to me. Fuck! You're driving me insane, y/n." He inhales your sickly sweet scent, the smell of vanilla and strawberry hitting his nostrils, clouding his mind. You hum, biting his neck softly in various places.
The intense amount of lust clouding over you both in a thick cloud, your nerves shaking with desire and adrenaline, hands shaking. 
"Mine. All mine." He whimpers softly, desperately trying to inhale more of your sickly sweet scent that he is so addicted to.
"Am i all yours, baby girl?" You hum softly, tilting his chin up to make him look at you. His eyes are glossy, filled with lust and desire for you and only you. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout as he nods.
"Always." He whispers. You press your lips against his, lips moving together in a slow but heated fashion. The intent for more to happen behind the kiss, the urge to rip off each other's clothing itching the tips of your fingers.
Felix desperately takes your t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. His hands fumbling with your bra clasp, desperate to take it off. 
"Lix." He looks up at you, biting his bottom lip, "Take it slow, sunshine." 
"S-Sorry. It's just been so long since I last saw you." He whispers, flustered but manages to take deep breaths to calm himself down.
"I know, but I'm not going anywhere." You purr, reaching behind and taking your bra off. You let it fall off your shoulders and down your arms, Felix eyeing your breasts like a lion that's found it's next meal.
"Fuck." He deeply groans. He grabs you, flipping you over on your back. You laugh softly, watching him strip himself of his own clothing before kneeling between your legs. You extend your arms out to your needy boyfriend, smirking.
"C'mere, my darling angel." Felix whimpers, leaning down and kissing your lips messily and desperately. You hum in the kiss, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist. He presses his clothed boner against your core, slowly starting to rock his hips against you.
His clothed member rubs against the material of your panties, his tip gently nudging your clit. You hum, bucking your hips upwards to match his movements. Felix buries his head in your neck, soft and desperate pants fan against your neck. Slowly, he starts to hump you, desperate evident in his whimpers. He grips onto the bed sheets, bundling them up in his fists by your head. His body slowly coating in a thin layer of sweat, his movement erratic and needy.
"y/n–" his voice strained, hips bucking and humping in a desperate fashion.
"Are you my good baby girl, lix?" He whimpers, nodding his head. His eyes flutter close, his breathing erratic and desperate. You chuckle softly, your slick soaking your panties and folds.
"Want you… Need you." Felix pants against your neck.
"You want me, darling?" You coo
"So badly. Please." He lifts himself up by pushing himself up on his hands, his eyes fluttering open. Glossy and begging.
"I'm here for the taking, baby girl."
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daceydeath · 2 days
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A Work Proposal (Part 3)
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Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), vaginal fingering, oral (F receiving),
You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?
The following days you weren't able to spend on the music video shoot you had problems left and right with higher management not wanting to sign off on things until certain meetings were concluded and magazine shoots that had to be reorganized because of schedule clashes. It was a chore but it was your job so normally you wouldn't have minded the chaos, but when you had mentioned to them that you wouldn't be at the next few days they had looked a little disappointed which made you feel guilty. However, the next thing thrown at you was going to make everything much harder for them and you.
"Chan I need to speak with all of you, let me know if the dorms or the studio is better for you and it is going to need to be ASAP" you left the message knowing he would probably panic about what it was about but there was no way you were going into details on the phone, what if his messages got hacked.
Dating scandals were always going to be part of the landscape of K Pop and they always would be but this level of members being involved in one at once was going to be a pain in your butt. Still as stupid as it seemed to have to talk to them about the whole thing after you had signed a contract to fuck them at their leisure seemed bizarre. While you were getting lunch you phone rang and before even looking at it you knew it would be Chan.
"Hi Chan" you sighed sipping at your iced tea.
"What's up? you seemed really down in the message" he asked casually but you could tell his voice was tense.
"Have you seen the latest rumors?" you whispered hoping no one could overhear you.
"No....why?" he seemed genuinely confused by your question.
"Well they aren't great I need to talk to all of you and prep a formal statement for the company by tomorrow so I can come to you all or you can come to me" you replied honestly hoping he wouldn't stress too much.
"Fuck" he muttered and you could tell he was pacing from the sounds around him "Come to us if you can. We should be finished here by 7"
"I'll see you at the dorms then, it's not career ending stuff so don't stress to much but it is important" you tried cheering him up knowing it was useless he stressed about pretty much everything all the time anyway.
You had gotten to their dorm a few minutes before they had and immediately noticed how tired they all were.
"Hi sweetheart" Changbin smiled noticing you waiting for them.
"Did you have to wait long?" Minho asked smiling tiredly.
"No, only a few minutes and I'll make sure this is fast so you can all eat and rest properly" you apologized as you followed them into the building. Gathering them all in the lounge area you took a deep breath before continuing knowing that they were not going to be thrilled about these latest rumors.
So I don't know if you have seen them yet but the dating scandal that's about to blow up isn't great, Chan you have been linked to Lily which I know is stupid since she's so young and its a sibling like thing between you, but Hyunjin and Han have both been accused of dating fans and sending them pretty intense messages" you explained gently noticing how Chan and Changbin's jaws both tightened and Minho looked furious.
"Now I know they aren't true that isn't what I am here to discuss, I've seen the texts and the images and they are pretty graphic so we need to hit back with the big guns" you continued noticing how they all relaxed a little at your words "I'm going to suggest we start a lawsuit against the people who started this bullshit and then also have each of you confirm what wording you want me to use for you denials, again I suggest really strong worded denials to keep the public onside as much as we can"
"You don't think they are true?" Han murmured softly "Like you aren't even going to ask us to explain anything you just know they aren't"
"Yeah I think its all garbage, I'll admit I don't know you as well as your members do, but the texts and photos are borderline pornographic and I know you would never send messages like that" you smiled at his as reassuringly as you could.
"But what if we do send flirty texts and stuff to someone were interested in?" Hyunjin asked frowning slightly.
"Then I know you would send them in a smarter way than this" you smirked trying again to lift the mood, you were going to fix this for them and you were not going to let them stress over it by dragging them in front of higher ups to prove it wasn't them when you knew it wasn't you had already started the whole denial but you wanted their input to make it sound more like a personal statement.
"Minho and I will come in with the two of you when it needs to be explained to the upper management guys" Chan smiled leaning over to squeeze Hyunjin's thigh.
"That's not going to be necessary Chan, I've already done that you wont have to front them" You again smiled while you went back to typing quickly " Ok this is what I have written so far, read through and tell me what you want me to add". Chan took the tablet almost grinning at you, he read it quickly before passing it down to Han and Hyunjin to read.
"Yeah that's good" Hyunjin smiled shakily and Han nodded along.
"You don't need to worry so much Hyunjin" you soothed taking the tablet back from him to place beside you, and take his hand in yours "I'm not going to let them put you on hiatus again, I'm not going to let them put Han on hiatus either it will be fine" you could see the worry in his eyes and it annoyed you that total stranger thought it was alright to cause him pain for no reason. "Now go all of you rest, I will take care of the rest".
You had headed back to the office and had the statement run through legal before making a formal police report about the slander and harassment and then you sent it out to every news outlet, gossip site and social media you could. Hopefully by the time the boys had all woken up it would be a 180 degree flip from the vitriol that was expected to be rained upon them. You texted Chan knowing full well he would not be asleep to let him know you would be late in the next morning since it was already after three in the morning and went home to rest yourself.
You woke the next morning late and started getting ready for you day ending up making yourself coffee in the kitchen when there was a knock at your apartment door. You looked through your peep hole as saw a large bunch of flowers with legs making you instantly smile, opening the door you realized it wasn't just a delivery it was Hyunjin holding the flowers tightly looking a little nervous.
"Hello Hyunjin" you beamed at him as he handed the flowers over wordlessly seemingly lost in his head "Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you" he whispered following you in as you closed the door behind him and took the flowers to the kitchen to find something to put them in.
"These are beautiful Hyunjin, thank you, you really didn't need to get them for me though" you were still smiling as you sniffed their beautiful perfume and gently touching the petals.
"I hoped you would like them" Hyunjin finally said his voice still a little tight "I wanted to say thank you for looking out for us so much, and for believing us, well me" he admitted softly smiling at you.
"I will always look out for you, I would have thought you all knew that by now, at least based on the latest developments" you bit your lip shyly hoping you wouldn't seem to forward bringing it up. Hyunjin grinned at that stepping so close to you that he was almost touching you, raising his hand he softly took your chin between his fingers forcing you to look up at him wetting his lips with his tongue.
"Princess" he breathed against your skin making you shiver under his intense gaze "I want you, can I have you?" you were too caught up in his presence to even answer so his slowly lent in pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes again.
"Yes" you whispered your eyes flicking between his eyes and his perfect lips making him smile brilliantly before claiming you lips again in a slow sensual dance. Letting go of your jaw his hand instead came up to cup your face his touch almost too gentle for you to bare, his other hand pulled you against him as he lazily continued to kiss you.
"Where is your room princess? I want you comfortable while I worship you" he sighed leaning his forehead against yours making you melt against him in anticipation. Pulling slightly away you took his hand in your and led him through your apartment to your room where he once again pulled you against him to kiss you once more. "I'm going to make love to you princess for as long as you will let me".
You gasped softly feeling your skin heat up which he took advantage of tipping you head back slightly so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against your slowly, teasingly while he slid his hand down to your hip to hold you against him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let him take the lead in how fast he wanted to move, feeling warmth pooling inside you with each brush of his plump lips against yours. Agonizingly slowly Hyunjin's hands made their way around your body making you whimper against his lips.
"Oh is my little princess feeling warm under my touch?" he teased sweetly unbuttoning the blouse you had put on for work "How about we rid you of some of these layers then hm?" pushing the fabric from your shoulders and down your arms to fall to the floor.
His unhurried actions gave you time to savor him, the darkening of his eyes, the reddening of his lips, the neediness of his touch it was intoxicating as so different from Chan or Changbin.
"Chan said you feel perfect but that no one has treated you properly" his words were hushed like he knew you were under his spell and didn't want to risk breaking it.
"Yes" you whined quietly as his lips returned to yours his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth to massage your own. He backed you towards your bed carefully to keep you from falling before gently lowering you both to the soft sheets. His hands continued to roam across your skin squeezing and massaging you skin, your own fingers skimming the bottom of his shirt and lightly running your fingers across his abs and the waistband of his pants.
"May I?" he asked sweetly undoing your jeans and dragging them leisurely down your thighs and calves to drop them beside your blouse.
"Can I see you?" you purred looking up at him innocently making his eyes widen before creasing up into little crescent moons.
"Of course princess" he murmured easily slipping his shirt over his head and letting your fingers trace his skin again. He continued to kiss and caress you preparing you for what was to come, kissing his way up and down your body only to miss the areas you wanted him to. You almost cried out when he gingerly began grazing his long beautiful fingers against the crotch of your long soaked underwear.
"Can I begin now princess? Do you think you are ready for me?" he smirked against the skin of your neck lightly mouthing at the skin there.
"Please Hyunjin, my god please" you groaned making him smile as he deftly pushed your underwear aside and began stroking you wet slit, gathering your wetness he circled your clit a few times before dipping just the tip of his finger into your entrance and feeling no resistance, he allowed him self the first whine of pleasure.
"So wet princess, I can't wait you make you come all over my cock but first let me spoil you" He muttered against you lips as he languidly slid two of his fingers into your core tenderly thrusting them and curving them at just the right angle for you to writhe against him in moments. He coaxed your first orgasm from you faster then you expected by pressing his thumb against you clit making you buck against him all the while his mouth devoured your moans and whines until you threw your head back almost screaming his name. He slipped his fingers from you bringing them to his lips to suck clean.
"Delicious, can I continue?" He asked watching you panting wide eyed and you nodded desperately "Good" he grinned lowering himself between your open thighs, taking one in each large hand he looked to your face before agilely letting his tongue go to work on your dripping core, carefully focusing on long slow strokes of your clit and gentle sucks and nibbles with his magnificent lips suckling at you with desire. You could feel your whole body burning as he once again sucked his clit between his lips humming around it as your fingers found their way to his head grazing his scalp with your fingernails and tugging his hair slightly.
"Hyunjin, please, I'm so close" you mewled trying to grind your hips to vigorously into his face but he just growled holding you open further sucking harsher on your clit and finally biting at it is softly as you began to come undone again "Hyunjin...Hyunjin....oh fuck Hyunjin" you called again and again until you felt light headed.
You could hear him chuckle as he wiped his face on the back of his hand bringing himself back up to you lips as he easily slipped inside you, your walls were still quivering with the intensity of your second orgasm but it only spurred him on as he continued the languid pace he has set earlier thrusting into you gently before pulling almost completely out of you again. Unable to contain your quiet moans he smiled down at you resting his weight on his elbows as his hips driving his length into you brushing places you were sure you had never been touched before.
"You are perfect princess, perfect, so tight and wet and perfect for my dick" Hyunjin moaned finally taking his own pleasure from you his hips speeding up as he pounded his cock inside you heard and deeper making your eyes roll back in you head. "Can I come inside you?" he gasped as you squeezed him with your swollen walls.
"Yes, yes, yes" you chanted making him speed up again as he began to lose his tempo as he approached his own climax. You could feel how close he was so you squeezed him again wrenching another perfect groan from him.
"Fuck princess" he gasped as he spilled his seed inside you leaving you both a panting and sweaty mess. Resting his forehead against yours he sweetly pecked the tip of your nose.
"I forgot to mention Chan asked for you to have the day off so you aren't going anywhere princess" He grinned lazily kissing you again.
A/N: Thank you for all the support and likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated you lovely people you xx
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meshinaa · 1 day
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The beauty of nature—hhj
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an: hello, this is my first work. Hope you enjoy it. But few things before you start reading…english is not my first language so sorry for my mistakes. Also I don’t want to disrespect anyone’s culture by any of my works. Love you, stay safe <3 (i also suck at summaries :,) )
warnings: smut, 18+ only, unprotected sex (stay safe yall), spanking (one slap to the ass), begging, manhandling, doggy position, sub!reader, mostly dom!hyunjin, kind of rough sex, car crash, reader is losing will to live...kind of suicidal, not proof read, (idk lmk)
lmk if i missed anything. enjoy!
“Moving onto the next piece. This painting is named The Beauty Of Nature, a gorgeous ancient peace.”
The painting was somehow familiar to you. It felt like you have seen it somewhere, or even experienced it.  It displayed two people making love. The very first moment your eyes landed on the painting there was a strange feeling... Like you know exactly what kind of love they had for each other. You could even feel it. Sweet and passionate but at the same time possessive and full of lust. You could see the love and lust in both of their eyes. You wanted it.
X
Later that day you went out with some friends, but you couldn't stop thinking about the painting. It was fascinating how it was displayed, how you could feel so much from a painting showing such a natural process of nature.
You arrived at your apartment and made yourself a dinner. In the middle of making some pasta a horrible headache hit your head. In a split second your world started to spin. After a while your vision was blurry. You stumbled across the kitchen to the living room. You collapsed on the couch.
Everything went black. 
X
A man was on top of you. His head buried in the crook of your neck. It was so hot, it felt like your body was on fire. A satisfying pressure was between your legs. You looked around but your vision was blurry. You blinked a few times, you saw a door. Next to it was a big fireplace. Nice wooden floors, beautiful walls. You were on a soft bed. White clean sheets-
“O-oh god” a direct hit to your sweet spot. Shit! you zooned out. You just realized what was going on.
The man looks at you. You have never seen a man so beautiful. Black, long hair, eyes brown nearly black, skin snow white, arms kind of masculine.
He lets out a deep groan. 
“Shit, you're so tight, I can barely move..”
You jerk awake. still on the couch. You look at the clock on the oven in your kitchen... 2:58 AM. Your headache stopped by now. There is still a small pound though. You stand up and go to your bedroom. It was quite hot in there so you walked over to the balcony. You grabbed the blinds and open them. you stand there frozen. There is a man standing on your balcony facing the view. Black long hair...The same as the man from your dream. As soon as you blinked he was gone. What was going on? You shook your head, grabbed the handle and opened the balcony. You went over to your bed and grabbed your pajamas and went to the bathroom.
You stepped on the cool tiles in the shower and turned on the water. Drops of water were slowly getting warmer and warmer, hitting your face and continued down your back all the way to your feet.
so refreshing... you notice the heat between your legs. Right, the dream you had. You continue your shower, but after some time it becomes impossible to ignore the heat.
You get out of the shower, dry and put on your pajamas. Walking to your room you open the bedside table and grab your vibrator... this has to do the job.
X
In the morning you wake up surprisingly well-rested. As soon as you look at your phone you realize you're running late for work. Several missed call from your colleague... Fuck
You've never gotten ready so fast in your life. Speeding through the city, this is the third time you are late for work. Your boss is going to kill you.                          Suddenly something hits your car from your left.
X
Slowly opening your eyes there is a man sitting on your side. You find the bed really comfortable. You look up, the man has long black hair. It is tha same man from your balcony and also your dreams... Looking into his dark sparkly eyes, nearly getting lost. His voice rang through the air.
“Did you sleep well?”
You nod. He smiled. What a pretty smile. Receiving a kiss on the forehead, he stands while grabbing your hand. His hands are so soft. Gentle hand tugging you slowly out of bed. You stand up.
Waking up in a hospital bed doesn't feel good at all. The never ending smell of medicine and pills and other medical stuff. You hate it. Heart monitor is beeping with other devices around you. Was it just a dream?
X
After spending few days in the hospital they let you go home. Honestly, after that accident, life was more bad than good. You haven't seen the man since it happened. On your balcony nor your dreams... You lost every bit of your will to live.
To make some time for yourself, you decided to visit your family. Try to get hold of yourself, make some art with your siblings would be really nice.
You booked a plane ticket to your hometown. The flight was kind of long so you decided to pack a book.
X
Two hours into your flight. The turbulence gets out of control. You look out of the small window on your right. The plane is going almost straight down. Panic is all around you. The pilot speaks through the speakers. You don't even know what's he saying. You are frozen in place. A loud crash is all you hear before your vision becomes black.
X
You wake up in a bed. Comfortable bed, for sure not a hospital. You blink a few times to see clearer your surroundings. You lift your head a little. Not feeling any pain to struggle with, you sit up. Suddenly someone barges through the door, shouting.
“SHE IS AWAKE!”
Five women comes in. They surround the bed that you are laying in. Hearing a male voice from your left. You look to your left... a man. Not just any man. It is the man from your dreams.
“My love...”
It is the first thing he says to you. Suddenly shouting.
“Everyone out!”
They all leave except him. He must be some kind of lord or something. The energy that surrounds him is tense. A sense of power and respect
“I was waiting for you forever” he smiles
“Who are you?” You ask. Although you think you might know him.
“Oh, you don't remember?” A sad look in his eyes.
“Maybe I do, just need to refresh my memory...” Smirking at him.
Taking his hand and pulling him into the bed. He falls on top of you.
“I like this” He says with a smirk.
You look into his eyes. Passionate and lustful. Grabbing the back of his neck, you bring him closer until your foreheads touch. You plant a small kiss to his nose.
X
Kissing down your stomach until he reaches your vulva. He licks a fat stripe up from your entrance to your throbbing clit. You release a whine. Him groaning near your clit sends vibrations trough your whole body.
“Please, Jinnie!” You whine.
“Patience, my love” He alone can no longer be patient. Living without you for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so bad.
“Fuck me Jinnie, please” Something inside of him just snapped.
“That needy for my cook, little dove?” He says as he manhandles you into doggy position. You whimper.
He doesn't give a warning before he shoves his huge cock in. Not even letting you adjust to his size.
“Fuck! Oh my god!” You moan. Clenching around him.
Hyunjin is panting hard. How can you be so tight and warm?
“Yeah? You like that? You like when I get rough with you?” He says after he releases a small moan.
His animalistic pace and rough slap to your ass almost makes you cum on the spot. Clenched, moaning, more like screaming.
“Jinnie, g-gonna cum pl-ple-ase” You can not form a proper sentence  anymore. Too fucked out of your mind.
“What was that, little dove?” He says right into your ear. You shiver, Your walls fluttering around his lenght. He throws his head back moaning.
Let.. m-e.. c-um pleas-e, Jinnie” You feel pathetic. You would never submit yourself to a man like that.
“Go ahead then, cum”
And you do. It hits you like a tsunami. It is so intense. Your walls can not stop pulsing. Hyunjin has lost his mind. His thrusts are getting sloppy. He places his head on your shoulder blade. Moaning right into your ear. Suddenly you hear a whisper. If you weren't so focused on him, you would miss it.
“Y/N, my love... can I c-cum please?” He whispers.
Your eyes are wide open. 
“Cum for me, Jinnie” You whimper back.
And he does. Really hard. His hips are stuttering. He buried himself one last time before cumming so hard.
After a while, he stands up and grabs a piece of cloth. slowly dipping it in warm water... He comes closer and starts cleaning you. Leaving kisses everywhere. At last he gave you a kiss on the lips before you fell asleep.
“I love you.”
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charmercharm3r · 23 hours
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Water
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Synopsis: Is it still considered enemies to lovers if only one of you thinks you’re lovers?
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, angst angST ANGST, service top!minho, protected and unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, slight infidelity (they’re not dating), side hyunjin x reader, reader is a real bitch tbh, someone give minho some smooches
Part 8 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.
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Beads of sweat lined your forehead as you braced against the cold sink, biting your lip in an attempt at concealing a moan. Minho’s hands gripped firmly at your hips, reading your facial expressions through the mirror. He was just as disheveled as you, perhaps a bit more seeing as his head fell back. Deeper did he sink into you, every thrust muffled by the barrier of clothes between you. Minho had been too needy to slide his pants down all the way and rode your skirt up to your hips with your underwear pulled to the side.
He was good, keeping his pace steady and quick with just the right amount of roughness to make it hard to keep your eyes open. You weren’t going to come from just his cock, though. As good as he was, it wasn’t enough, and he looked like he was getting too close to the edge. 
Tapping his hand gently, “stop,” you whispered. Minho’s hips stuttered and he pulled out immediately, face contorting in concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, you turned to face him and hopped onto the counter, spreading your legs and tugging him close by the collar of his shirt. A lazy smile fell upon his lips when you did, Minho took his cock in hand and slicked it teasingly through your folds before entering you again. The filling sensation and his thumb finding your clit almost distracted you from his lips attaching to your neck, kissing his way up your jaw and to your cheek. As he came to the corner of your mouth, you instinctively reached into his hair and ripped him away.
A soft whine left him. “You know the rules,” voice low, your cunt clenched around him when he pushed harder into your clit.
“Just one kiss.” This is what he always asked when he was inside you— just one kiss. And time after time you denied him, not wanting the attachment of intimacy that comes with kissing. “Please?”
“No. Hurry up or we’re gonna get caught,” you urged him, hand that wasn’t in his hair reaching down to claw at his ass and plunge impossibly deeper into you. Minho almost caved as another groan emitted from him.
You had thought of it before, giving in and kissing him. Minho never made it easy to restrain, his lips were always so pretty and plump, so perfectly kissable that you sometimes wondered why you made the no-kissing rule in the first place. But he always made good on reminding you.
“What if I wanna get caught?” Another devious smirk played along his lips, bunny teeth peaking out ever so slightly. “I’ll be the best kiss you’ve ever had.”
“What makes you think that when you can’t even get me to cum?” And you always made good on pissing him off. Your words forced a huff from him and he began moving again, pummeling into you with a new mission other than to get off. Thumb pressing circles into your bundle of nerves, Minho’s breathing began to grow heavier and moans no longer silenced. The way you convulsed around him in need was starting to boost his ego, something you had experience in kicking back down into place.
Minho’s jaw went slack, just as he was about to let out what you knew was going to be a loud moan, you slapped your palm over his mouth. His voice came out muffled again, just in time for you to catch the footsteps down the hall becoming louder. “Shhh—“ you looked into his eyes, dead serious. His high was rocked back to the bottom.
Sweat dripped down his temple now, trying to control his hips from bucking into you. It didn’t work, Minho only slowed his pace so that there was only the soft wet noises of your arousal coating his cock.
“Y/N? You in there?” Hyunjin’s voice called from behind the door.
Warning Minho with your eyes not to make a sound, you replied, “yeah, I’ll be out in a second. Girl problems…”
Something inside you clicked upon hearing Hyunjin, your best friend just a few feet away with nothing but a slab of wood to keep him from seeing his roommate balls deep inside you. It made your pussy clench harder, your own hips kicking up to grind into Minho’s thumb as you awaited your friend’s reply.
“O— okay. There’s pads and tampons under the sink if you need it.”
Minho’s lips curled into a smile beneath your palm, soon puckering and kissing the skin. He moved slowly, gently taking your hand to pull away from his. You weren’t sure if he would sabotage you both and moan, but you followed his lead anyways, letting him kiss your wrist then up your arm. Just as he made it to your shoulder, his thrusts picked up fast again.
“T— thanks,” you said embarrassingly weak, then Hyunjin’s footsteps disappeared.
It was getting harder to keep quiet when Minho replaced his thumb with three fingers, giving you more to work against while he nipped at the skin of your neck. “Please, one kiss. You’re driving me insane.”
“If you make me repeat myself again, I’ll leave you here high and dry.”
“Baby, with the way you’re moving like a bitch in heat, I’d say that’d hurt you more than me.”
You halted yourself completely, tearing him away to look him in the eyes. Putting on your most nonchalant face, as best as you could with his cock in you, you brought his hand from your clit and stuck all three fingers into your mouth. Immediately his lips parted in awe, feeling you swirl your tongue around the digits. His own tongue poked out from behind his teeth, gliding along his lower lip and coating it in saliva. “Once, just once. I’ll never ask for anything ever again.”
Taking his fingers from your mouth, both pairs of eyes stuck on the string of saliva as you moved it back down to your clit to continue the road to your high. “You never ask anyways. What’s stopping you from taking it if you want it that bad?” His hips resumed their previous speed, thudding of his sweats against the back of your thighs dully echoing off the bathroom walls.
As your head fell back and you grabbed one hand on the counter and the other over his shoulder, Minho pondered your question for a moment, wondering why he had never taken the initiative to just kiss you. Surely, the single kiss he’d been craving was nothing in comparison to what the two of you had been doing for the past four months. The secret late night rendezvous in his bedroom, your apartment, his car, this very bathroom countless times, all done behind your friends’ backs. Your feelings of disdain towards Minho was a regular conversation in your friend group, his need to annoy you while simultaneously gaining your approval makes for the perfect set of mutual enemies– except you never gave him the praise he craved so desperately.
Minho wondered how he ended up here with you when just fifteen minutes ago you were nagging him for grabbing a new cup every time he wanted something else to drink. Though, he wasn’t in his head for too long when you clenched hard around him. His mouth dropped again to let out a moan and your fingers were instantly shoved down his throat, cutting off the moan and wrapping his lips around them. “That’s right, you can’t,” you whispered in his ear, coming back to the conversation. Low and sultry was your voice, making fun of him, “you can’t take what you want because I own you. You like when I tell you what to do. If I told you to cum right now, I bet you would.”
He whimpered at that, humming around your fingers and closing his eyes because the very mention of you letting him cum was enough to bring back his ruined orgasm, rearing its head at your taunting words. Licking your lips at his sudden switch, “yeah, I thought so. Finish me off and maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Two digits in his mouth sucking like his life depended on it, his own hand working your clit, Minho moved more calculated now. He kept his thrusts shallow but hard, rolling his hips with grace despite not having the mind to truly focus on his pleasure. But that was okay with him, the more he distracted himself by lapping his tongue around your fingers the closer he could get to bringing you to your needed relief, then he got his– maybe. Minho prayed you were in a giving mood.
To his benefit, Minho was wonderful with his fingers. It took him almost no time to bring back the tightening knot in your gut. Your legs wrapped around his waist and dug your heels into his back, keeping his so snug against your body he could barely move. Not that he needed to anymore, his fingers pressed so nicely into your clit that it made your orgasm erupt and wash through your body.
Just as you came down, cunt still convulsing in sensitivity, Minho whimpered again. Slipping your fingers out of his mouth, you came to pinch at his cheeks and make his lips pout. “Cum, pretty boy.”
Eyes locked on his blushing face, Minho’s thrusts increased up to the speed he needed to reach his blissful end. His own gaze traveled down to your lips, never straying as your tongue licked them again. Perhaps it was the way you let him use you, maybe it was how your pretty pink lips glistened, or it was the thrill of possibly getting caught that made Minho tip over the edge and finally spill into the condom with a deep, guttural sigh— to which you cupped your hand over his mouth again. That only prolonged his orgasm and made him melt into your touch.
Before he could fully recover, you were pushing him away and hopping off the counter, adjusting your skirt and fixing your makeup. It took Minho another few moments to realize you were about ready to open the door and his cock was still out, growing flaccid in the used condom. “W— wait,” he stumbled to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash, clumsily tucking himself into his sweats and reaching for your hand.
When you turned to face him, your expression was blank. Something inside Minho longed for that same face to shine for him, each time you looked at him he hoped he would find a glint of light. But even now, four months of the same “use me then leave me,” you didn’t show that.
His lack of words made you raise an eyebrow, “yeah?”
Minho didn’t know what he was asking for, he didn’t think that far ahead. “You called me pretty,” was the first thing he could think of. 
Truth be told, he just wanted an excuse to keep talking to you. Sure, the two of you spoke when you were with your friends, but not as though you liked each other. It was unfiltered banter that was borderline rude. Minho enjoyed shit talking with you, he got a kick out of making you mad. But now, in this moment and with his horrible timing, he wanted something sweeter.
“I called you a pretty boy, not pretty. There’s a difference.” With that, you retracted your arm and left the bathroom, Minho dizzy and flushed with embarrassment. 
The hangout was supposed to be a daytime thing, Hyunjin invited you and a few others over for some brunch. You, Hyunjin, Minho, Chan, and Jeongin scattered around the living room floor drinking shitty homemade mimosas turned into the five of you passing out in those same spots from more champagne than orange juice. When everyone was just about KO’d, that was when you woke up from
the need to use the restroom and Minho’s head resting on your shoulder. Immediately you had gotten up and left for the bathroom, that was how you ended up fucking and confusing him even more than he already was.
Returning back to your sleeping friends, the time had passed dramatically. Somehow, brunch had turned into the late afternoon and you were awake with Hyunjin snacking on whatever chips were out.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You were in there a long time. Sounded like you were in pain,” he asked, shoveling a handful of chips into his mouth. 
“Cramps. Y’know how bad they can get,” you retorted.
“When I woke up, Minho was gone, too.” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, looking straight into your eyes, reading you. When all you replied with was, “oh?” he continued. “You really don’t like him, huh?”
“I don’t hate him if that’s what you’re asking.” That was a lie, one you didn’t want to have to explain to Hyunjin for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He’d just tell you the same thing, that Minho is an asshole to everyone and if you’d give him a chance you might actually like him. Even Chan and Jeongin began giving you the same speech as if it would’ve changed your mind somehow. 
Hyunjin played off his interest in the heavy conversation by looking off into the distance, “that’s what you say, but don’t make any effort to be his friend.”
“He doesn’t make any effort with me, either. Why should I be the only one trying?” Pointing fingers was one of the things you hated the most, knowing they’ll always take his side. After all, Minho was here first, you were just the friend they met years too late.
As if he could feel your anger starting to boil, Hyunjin placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You know he didn’t mean it the way it was implied, but that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore. “I know. All I’m asking is you take it easy on him. He isn’t as thick skinned as the rest of us, especially when you come for his mimosa-making skills.”
The comment on his horrible measurements made you laugh, “please, you said it too! All champagne, no orange juice.” Hyunjin and your laughter made Minho reappear for the first time in hours, hours after your meeting in the bathroom. Your friend greeted Minho as he trudged to the refrigerator, grabbing a water bottle and sipping on it with the door still open.
He no longer sported the post nut glow but rather now his hair was styled and he wore a nice white button up with black slacks to accompany. To put it faintly, he dressed up nice. Why did you remember what he was wearing, anyway?
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you murmured under your breath.
Whether Hyunjin heard you or chose to ignore you, he joked, “y’look like you just rose from the dead.”
The both of you watched Minho chug the water, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as the plastic crinkled in his hand. He didn’t respond upon finishing it, opting to finally close the fridge and toss the bottle into the trash first. “The devil, hm? Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
His eyes were trained on you, ignoring Hyunjin’s comment entirely while leaning forward onto the opposite side of the table. You stared right back at him, unamused. “You think of me? That’s sweet,” voice blank as a new canvas, not a hint of humor detected.
“What did I just say?” Hyunjin nudged your arm hard, shooting daggers with his eyes.
“What? Was that not nice?”
“Sarcasm isn’t nice.”
“It’s fine,” Minho cocked an eyebrow at you and pushed off the table hard enough to rock the vase of roses in the middle of it. The fresh flowers in an apartment belonging to two men was something you’d questioned multiple times, Minho would always make up a different excuse for keeping up with the maintenance and never give you a straight answer. “I was leaving anyway.” When Hyunjin asked where, he’d said the gym, stole a single rose from the vase, and left without another word. No, you didn’t care that he looked too good to be going to the gym.
“He’s so weird sometimes,” your best friend quipped, and all you could say was, “yeah.”
It was late into the night by the time you decided to leave Hyunjin’s place, Chan and Jeongin departing an hour or two earlier. It was routine for you to linger around and help clean up, something Hyunjin appreciated and didn’t go unacknowledged.
This time around, something in the air felt different. Hyunjin was clinging closer to your side, never truly letting you out of his sight as you paced around the house to tidy up. Even when you went to use the restroom again, he was ever so conveniently walking through the hallway as you exited. Ignoring it, you stalked back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. He’d followed you there too, wiping down the dining table even though there was nothing there to clean. From behind you, you could feel him staring. “I’m not a mind reader. What is it?”
The sound of him swallowing was extraordinarily loud, “you don’t always have to help me clean up.”
His statement was followed by you chuckling and placing the last dish to dry, leaning against the counter to face him. “What good am I if I don’t. Most of the time I’m making the mess anyways.”
It was meant to be light hearted, though the frown that fell upon Hyunjin’s face was anything but. He looked as though he debated if he should say what he wanted. “Don’t say that…” his voice sounded somewhat wounded, dropping even quieter when he uttered, “you’re so much more than you think.”
You were caught off guard, a deer in the headlights as he realized you were frozen in place. Hyunjin took a few long strides and caged you in against the counter, feeling suffocated despite him not actually touching you. The proximity was sort of new, you’d never been particularly touchy with him though that never stopped him from trying to hug you and cling to your side, to which was always welcomed but never initiated by you. 
“You always stay. Even when you don’t need to,” he spoke hardly over a whisper despite there being no one else home. He was so close that you could feel his body heat, but not close enough to feel his skin. Just close enough to smell his spicy, woodsy cologne, to hear his ragged breathing. So close that you couldn’t stop from dragging your eyes down his face to stop on his lips, thick and pretty.
“How could you still be drunk?” The words were a lame attempt at labeling his actions as what you knew they weren’t. It became more obvious as he copied you in looking at your lips as well.
“You know I don’t drink. Tell me to stop.”
He was inches away now, centimeters, millimeters until he gently brushed his lips against yours. Hand coming to hold you in place by the hip, you let him lean deeper into the kiss and slot together nicely. It was nothing more than a close-lipped kiss, just pressing against one another gently, softly, sensually. All it was was a kiss, but it came electrically charged and you could feel the volts traveling through your fingertips. It short circuited you into locking an iron grip over the counter and the scene felt oddly familiar.
Hyunjin didn’t pull away until an echoed scoff from across the room broke his momentary bubble of bliss. There Minho stood leaning against the doorway with an unreadable blank expression. It was though the electricity you felt earlier sparked and caught aflame, your skin suddenly running a high fever. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, a kiss between two people. It would have been nothing if you hadn’t fucked one of the two men before you just earlier that day.
Minho’s hair was no longer carefully styled, slightly disheveled and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. If it hadn’t been more obvious, you’d have asked why he was coming home just after midnight.
Your best friend tried to hide the goofy smile on his face, but failed miserably as he broke the silence. “Sorry. Uh— we were just—“
“Don’t care. But you know there’s quite a few rooms in this place that’s a bit more private. Maybe use those.” His words contradicted his demeanor, keeping his cold stare on your half hidden form behind his roommate. When the room went quiet again, Minho excused himself.
“I should go,” you finally spoke, fighting the urge to smile at Hyunjin and his disgustingly happy appearance.
Before you could act, he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and leave you with a few more chaste, warm kisses. It was hard to remember the other person living in the house when Hyunjin was holding you so delicately, fragile like you’d break. There was an intention behind every move he made, meant to make you melt. And it worked.
Hyunjin let you leave after a while longer, walking out the front door with a stupidly large grin. Though you’d only gotten a few steps towards the elevator before the door was opening again.
Hushed, Minho called your name. You stopped without turning around, his voice killing the few giddy, teenage-feeling minutes you’d had with Hyunjin. His light footsteps padded around so he stood in front of you, still dressed in what he’d left in. “What the hell just happened?”
“Not sure what you mean.” Another lie. It was clear as day what was being referred to, though the statement was just that.
“You kissed him.”
“He kissed me.”
“And you kissed him back. Why?” Minho’s brows now furrowed and you could see his nostrils flaring. You would’ve been happy to explain that you were caught off guard, it felt nice to feel wanted in a way that wasn’t implied to be sexual, Hyunjin was just so kind to you. There would’ve been no issue except when Minho came in closer, you caught a hint of an all too floral perfume for it to be his. Then you noticed that the necklace adorning his neck was completely backwards, pendant hanging behind him and the clasp at the front, also the few buttons showed off too much of his chest and his ears matched his swollen lips in color.
An unintentionally harsh scoff came from your mouth, “I don’t think you have the right to be questioning me about a kiss when it looks like you’ve had a pretty eventful night yourself.” Eyeing him dramatically up and down, you moved to step around him. Though, Minho was quick to grab your arm.
“I didn’t fuck anyone if that’s what you’re insinuating.” You raised an unconvinced eyebrow. “I gotta get my kisses somewhere,” he admitted. And for some reason, there was a slight pang in your chest. No, you didn’t care that he kissed someone else.
Tugging your arm from his grasp, “still doesn’t make sense for you to come running after me. Do I make you that desperate?”
“Yeah,” Minho deadpanned. Your sarcasm didn’t reach him, his tone was too serious. It stopped you from moving away when all you wanted to do was escape. “Why will you kiss him and not me?”
“You always want what you can’t have.” Truthful answer, possibly too truthful to be having this conversation in the hallway just a few paces from where Hyunjin was. Either way, Minho was taken aback for a moment from the sudden personal analysis. When he didn’t respond, you kept pressing. “I’m right, aren’t I? You fucked me before you kissed me and you’re starting to regret it because now you can’t get enough. You started this puzzle and there’s only one piece missing.”
His lip quivered at your words, cutting him deep in the heart neither of you realized could even bleed. For once, Minho was left speechless. His mind raced too quickly for his mouth to speak, and at the same time too overwhelmed in emotion to process a single thought.
“Th— that’s not—“
“I think it is.” The basis for this hallway conversation irked something in you, rubbed you entirely the wrong way. In all four months you and Minho had been hooking up, never did you think anything would have made your head spin more than everything that had happened today. You started the day off so nicely, getting drunk with your friends— minus Minho— by 1 p.m., then got secretly fucked and fucked well, watched your no-strings-attached leave for a date after said fucking, was kissed by your hot best friend who has clearly been crushing on you, witnessed your fuck buddy coming home from aforementioned date smelling like Victoria’s Secret, now he was acting out because you won’t kiss him. And for all those reasons, you couldn’t shut up. 
“You’re unsatisfied no matter how many times I make you cum, which is a lot. You pull me away from my friends and call me at ungodly hours because you need relief when we both know I can’t give it to you— or won’t. A good movie with a mean cliffhanger. Edging yourself before exploding because you know it’ll feel so damn good when you finally peak. A pretty little masochist.”
Rise and fall of his heavy breath was all to be heard, gears in his head visibly turning and all the more amusing to watch. “You won’t kiss me because you know if you do, I won’t want you anymore.”
Fight and win, your brain told you. It screamed at you to not back down, don’t let him see the emotional slash in your chest from the bluntness of his words— as if you didn’t just rip him a new one a few breaths ago. 
“Always want what you can’t have.” If the sudden lack of confidence in your voice didn’t expose your hurt, the watering of your eyes did. What a traitor, your body is.
“Why not just kiss me and finally get rid of me?”
“I like making you sweat.”
“You’re selfish.”
“So are you. Didn’t you just come from a date because I won’t kiss you? Two peas in a pod.”
“I hate you.”
“You hate that I’m right.”
“All this over a kiss.”
“A kiss you’re still begging for.”
“Give me one reason not to act like you don’t exist after this.”
“I think this conversation is reason enough. Holding out on you works, doesn’t it?” Keep cool, don’t let him in, much easier said in your head than done. It felt like you hadn’t blinked in the few breaths it's taken to one-up him with the way tears threatened to fall. Minho was always quick witted, just your luck you were even quicker. “When you’re a slut for pain, the line between pain and pleasure gets a little blurred. But you already know that.”
Steam was practically shooting out from his ears, tinted red with anger now that you’d been strumming the chords of his emotions with a rigid hand. It was too easy to rile him up, and him you. Times like these made you wonder if Minho was truly the masochist in your fucked up situationship.
“You’re a real bitch.”
“Then delete my number. Go ahead. It won’t hurt me as much as not getting to know what it feels like to kiss me will hurt you.” An empty threat, one you thought he would fall to his knees for. An empty threat Minho took worth his weight in gold.
He’d left you in the hallway right after that, taking up on your offer and deleting your number. That same night, you’d slept better than you did most nights, tummy fluttering at the kiss with your best friend and shoulders free of suffocating weight. Not that you even noticed the lack of communication, Hyunjin had easily taken up the minor attention you paid to Minho in the past four months. It was easy to melt into him and forget the squabble with his roommate even happened.
Minho hadn’t contacted you in weeks, avoiding you every time you were at his and Hyunjin’s apartment and all together refusing to be in the same room as you. Hyunjin and your other friends chalked it up to simply the two of you coming to terms you weren’t going to get along. Oh, how little did they know that was far from true. If they found out that you and Minho shared more chemistry than any of your feeble brains could begin to comprehend, that you knew just which of his buttons to push and yours for him to shove over the deep end— well, you might just have to move far, far away. 
Not seeing Minho around the house only made room for Hyunjin to become more affectionate with you, kissing you from the living room all the way to the washing machine at the end of the hall. He kissed you anywhere you’d let him, for however long you’d allow.
Little did you know Minho was clawing his eardrums from his head every time you were over. He hid himself in his room at the mere sound of your voice, calling out to his roommate so sweetly. It made his throat burn. Minho would lock his door and not come out for hours, resorting to stocking up on snacks and water just so he wouldn’t have to leave unless to use the bathroom. Even in those times when he did need to, he moved quiet as a cat and prayed to any god that would listen that you wouldn’t see him. 
It had been two months since you established a routine with Hyunjin, spending weekdays at yours and sleeping in every weekend in his bed. Being with him was easy, maybe too easy. You don’t give it any thought when you woke up on a random Saturday morning to the sleeping man next to you, giving him a kiss on his bare shoulder and getting up to make breakfast.
By that point, you’d forgotten anyone else even lived here, jumping at the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Stupidly, your hand slammed onto the hot pan that you were using to cook pancakes. Before you could turn around to see who came into the house— like you didn’t know who took up the extra room— you let out a painful yelp at the searing of your skin on the burning metal.
Footsteps hurriedly came to your aid, closing in on you but staying hidden behind. As if the smell of him didn’t give him away, Minho didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to, you could point out the clean linen and pine needles from a mile away. 
He took your wounded hand and led you over to the sink, running it under cold water. Though, even after aiding your hand, Minho didn’t let go. He kept your wrist in his grip but a hard gaze on the burn, refusing to meet your confused face. The silence in the room was deafening, only the sound of the running water drowning out your rapid heart beat. You were sure if Minho concentrated hard enough, he could hear it too. 
“Stupid, how could you do this?” He murmured under his breath. It was an accident, Minho hadn’t meant to speak to you at all let alone be holding you the way he was.
Hearing his voice for the first time in months since your argument, it stunned you. Until the sound of the goddamn pan began searing your breakfast. “The pancakes are burning.”
Reluctant, Minho let go of your arm to turn off the stove only to open the freezer and grab an ice pack, returning to your side closer now. He shut off the water and gently maneuvered to dry your hand and place the ice pack on the burn.
Gentle in the way he handled you, almost caring that it made you temporarily lose sight of why you disliked him in the first place. For a brief moment, you couldn’t see your best friend’s roommate that always went out of his way to tease and pick on you. He wasn’t the asshole that made jokes about your difficult personality or lack of a significant other. In this light, Minho looked somewhat brighter, maybe a little handsome with his freshly washed hair and clothes that seemed to be from the night before. Though, he smelled like himself, not the sickly sweet perfume that was engraved in the back of your mind.
“You don’t sleep here anymore.”
“Is that a question?” His voice was barely above a whisper, trying to touch you as little as possible now.
“No. An observation.”
“You’re looking for me? That’s sweet.” Familiar. Those words felt familiar for some reason. So did being with him now, in a strange and twisted way.
“Where do you go?”
“So many questions for someone who wants nothing to do with me.” Your throat ran dry suddenly. Not in those exact words, but you knew it was implied when you told him to stop contacting you. Maybe you felt a bit guilty, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it had to have been partially your fault he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed. “Been sleeping at Chan’s place.”
“Why?”
“Just giving the happy couple their space.”
“Hyunjin and I aren’t a couple.”
“No? So you kiss all your friends the way you kiss him?”
Words usually come easy to you, but not now. Minho felt different, he wasn’t pining but he also wasn’t teasing. He was simply stating facts. “I haven’t fucked him yet.”
“I get it, you only fuck people you don’t kiss. Then kiss people you don’t fuck. Makes perfect sense.” It seemed he was getting annoyed now, taking your free hand and replacing his to hold the ice pack and walking back towards the fridge. You watched him grab breakfast contents and situate himself at the dining table. 
“I don’t know what you want from me.” The half assed response made Minho slam his fist onto the table. Roses that used to bring a refreshing sight in the room were now withered and dead, petals falling even more when the wooden table shook under his hand.
“You knew exactly what I wanted. Then told me to shove it up my ass.”
“I never said—“
“Oh, baby. You did. Maybe not verbatim but you definitely did.”
That one stung. Point made, you had nothing else to say, neither did he. Ice on your wound, ice in his heart, ice in your eyes, you returned to Hyunjin’s warm bed to bring your body back to normal temperature. Breakfast was overrated anyways. No, you weren’t about to cry over this man who only wanted to prove you wrong.
It felt right being in Hyunjin’s bed, safe, carefree. Which is why you spent all day in it, the both of you deciding to have a lazy weekend. Having to go home after that to an empty home made you miss his presence. You craved it at this point, feeling like you weren’t entirely breathing until he was beside you again. How had you gone through all that time as just friends, you weren’t sure.
Sunday nights were always the worst. The reminder of the previous Friday’s untouched chores only made you not want to do them even more. When your phone dinged, it made you smile to see a text from him asking if you’d gotten home safe. This is what it was supposed to feel like, it’s supposed to be easy.
So you replied sweetly, thanking him for another wonderful weekend and putting your phone down to charge and change. A minute later, you’d hardly been able to strip your pants off by the time your phone dinged again. Only this time, Minho’s name was at the top of your screen.
>> Open the door.
Knock, knock. You nearly jumped out of your skin, taking a second to regain your composure before forgoing your shorts and heading towards the door. Even though you knew who was behind it, you peaked through the peephole anyway to see Minho running his hands through his hair and mindlessly adjusting his clothes. It was funny to see him so helpless for the few seconds you could.
“Y/N, c’mon. I heard you walk up to the door.” Letting out a deep sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it. Revealed before you, Minho looked even more scattered than you’d realized. There were bags under his usually bright eyes, which looked even more sunken now. It seemed he’d been in a rush to leave, dressed in his house shorts and a worn-in shirt. Though, he held one rose in his hand, fresh and beautifully bloomed. “Is your hand okay?”
When you didn’t respond, Minho attempted to step into your apartment but you shot your arm up to block the entrance. It seemed to have taken him back, eyes growing wide that you denied him entry. “Let me in.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Music to my ears, but still no.” He let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his palms over his eyes. Since when had they been so glossy?
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” You could see the ever so slight stubble on his chin and above his lip. Clearly, he hadn’t been taking care of himself.
“My hand is fine.” Trying to close the door on him was a mistake. He was much stronger than you and managed to overpower you to push his way through, not that you put up much of a fight.
You trudged into your living room, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” It came out as a whine, tired and overwhelmed. 
Closing the door behind him, Minho kicked off his shoes and came further into your home, meaning he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He stared down at the rose as he looked for the right way to bring up what he’d been stewing about all weekend. Your last conversation confirmed something for him, that you thought about him. Now, whether you meant to or were just trying to make small talk didn’t matter. At least, not to Minho. It was more than enough for the walls he’d rebuilt to come crashing down at the ever so slight glimpse that you cared more than you were letting on.
Opening his mouth to speak, then quickly closing it again, it took him another few silent moments to find the right words. “Was I always just “girl problems” to you?”
That was a new one. His choice of wording was a curveball, you were confused by the metaphor. Reading your quizzical expression, he elaborated. “The last time we… you know,” Minho lightly bumped a closed fist against the inside of his palm awkwardly. The way he tiptoed around saying you’d had sex was somewhat endearing, his mouth much less vulgar now that he’d calmed down. “The last time, you called me “girl problems” when Hyunjin almost caught us.”
“I still don’t get it.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you moved to sit on the armrest of the couch and look up at him. Minho being in your home made you too antsy to relax fully. The only thing keeping him from meeting your stare was the rose in his hand, twisting it in his fingers anxiously until he set it down on to the coffee table. 
“Was it just… sex… to you?” He dropped his fidgeting hands to his sides, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. “Was I just sex to you?”
There it was. The intimacy you so desperately tried to avoid and thought you’d done so successfully. You’d thought with Hyunjin apart of the bigger picture now, it’d send Minho on his way. Somewhere along the way you missed the big, bold signs that screamed at you to turn tail and run. When could it have happened? It couldn’t have been when you were hurling insults at each other like no one’s business, and surely not when you made him cum in his pants at a party because he was too desperate to wait— though that was a rather definitive moment in your situationship, proving how pliable he had the potential to be.
Where the sudden emotions were coming from, you truly had no clue.
You tried hard to not laugh in his face. Not because the situation was funny at all, but rather the timing. “Why are you doing this now?”
“Answer the question.”
“Do you really want that?”
He fell quiet, even more than before. Eyes locking onto yours, you could see the gloss beginning to grow watery and his ears burn a brighter shade of red. If self-inflicted pain could’ve been personified, it’d be Minho. Lips slightly quivering and holding up his body from falling to the floor, it’d been like you personally deflated the oxygen from his lungs. But still, he pressed. “Is it still just sex?”
“Was it ever for you?” The tables were turned now. His eyes grew wide and mouth slightly dropped, though he regained his composure quickly.
“At first. But you already knew that.”
You knew where this conversation was going. His thoughts were written all over his face, bold, italicized, and underlined. “You have the worst timing. That or you just don’t want me to be happy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Minho’s voice raised slightly.
“You had months to confess— or whatever it is you’re doing now. But you waited until someone else came in and swept me off my feet.”
As much as that’s how it seemed on the surface, your words just weren’t true. Minho didn’t have months because he didn’t know what it was he was feeling until he saw you with Hyunjin. He stayed up so many nights trying to decipher the searing hot sting in his heart whenever you’d leave him lonely.
Though, thinking about your words more deeply— leaving a silent staring contest between the two of you— Minho knew you were right on some level. From
your perspective, it was like he was trying to sabotage you. Selfish is the right word. Guilt plays a small part as well, but mostly Minho’s selfishness, wanting to keep you all for himself.
“You never gave me the chance,” he tried to defend himself.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. If you wanted me, you would’ve stopped treating me like I was nothing.” Your voice wasn’t louder than normal, the way you spoke was much too calm for Minho, who had to practically swallow his voice to keep from cracking. 
“Then what about you? You weren’t much of a saint, either.”
“I’m not the one showing up at your house to confess my feelings.”
“No, you’re just there to fuck me then kiss my roommate.”
The same argument was growing tiresome, you were exhausted of your energy to fight him anymore. Toying with the hem of your shirt, you rubbed your forehead into your palm to distract from the annoyance bubbling in your chest. Somehow Minho always made your temper become cut in half, pissing you off to no end. But still, you always let him get away with it.
Maybe it had something to do with how cute he was when he pouted, or tilted his head at you like a cat when he wanted something. Then there was the way he’d bit the inside of his cheek and make mindless kissy noises whenever he cooked. His face always lit up the brightest when he’d share pictures of his cats with your friends, talking about them like they were human. You’d only ever caught slight glimpses of those pictures from over shoulders, Minho had never given you the privilege of showing you exclusively. No, those moments were reserved for people he actually liked.
The thoughts of how sweet he could be plagued your mind, it became an invasive species in a matter of minutes all because he just couldn’t leave you alone. 
“Then why are you here?” You pleaded now, tired of having to pry straight answers out of him.
“Because I want both!” He yelled now, frustrated and sad and helplessly enamored with someone who doesn’t want him. 
Blinking slowly, you let your head fall towards your lap again, “always want what you can’t have.”
“And why can’t I? Because you won’t give it to me,” he stalked closer to you, invading your space and gaining your attention again. “Yeah, I wanted to undress you. I wanted to fuck you with no repercussion and I didn’t want anyone knowing. I also didn’t want anyone knowing how fucking insane you make me, driving me up the wall every time I so much as look at your stupid, annoyingly cute face.”
He dropped bomb after bomb of information on you, threw you head first into the deepest part of his emotional abyss. And even when you were drowning, struggling to swim, he sealed your fate with weights tied to your ankles and let you sink. 
“Wanting to fuck you turned into wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand, cook you dinner, maybe ever wear those stupid matching couples outfits. I wanted to impress you, letting you fuck me and just hoped you’d eventually feel the same. You shot me down every single time and yet, it’s still all I want. And the shitty part about all of it?” His voice strained momentarily, catching you off guard and looking into his eyes. “I’m telling you all of this and you still won’t want to kiss me.”
On the verge of tears, Minho fell to his knees in front of you, staring at the floor. His cheeks were pink, hair fallen over his eyes in attempt to hide the gloss over them. And it made your heart wrench.
Seeing him so completely bare before you, heart laid beneath your feel and soul wide open, there was no way you could deny him. You wanted to take him, eat him whole so he could live within you forever. The very fact that he made you feel that way only made you hate him even more. Why couldn’t you breathe? Why were your hands shaking? Why did you want to take him into your arms and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he couldn’t remember why he was sad in the first place?
If Minho was selfish, what did that make you?
“Show me.” His head shot up, looking at you like you’d spontaneously grown a second head.
“What?”
“You wanted to impress me. Do it.” In a split second, Minho was on his feet again, inches away from you. He moved slowly, as if scared you’d run away again.
You couldn’t look away from his face, deep brown eyes that could never truly look into yours were now locked. Minho almost didn’t blink, probably thinking you’d disappear. From what you could see, he was battling with himself. To give in and get what he’s always wanted, but for how long? He knew this, you knew this. Time is of the essence and was wearing thinner and thinner along with his self control. How dare you ask this of him. How dare you dangle yourself on a string in his face, just out of reach. How dare you look at him like he was your entire world— because you are his. How dare you be so beautifully cruel.
Unrushed, Minho ran his fingertips over the tops of your hands, untangling them from the hem of your shirt. Then running them slowly up your arms and raising goosebumps until he came to your neck. He’d touched you so many times before, yet this felt entirely new. Gently did he wrap both hands around your neck, not applying any pressure but just holding you. He lingered there for a second, eyes darting down to your lips before licking his own, then coming up to cup your jaw.
He moved with purpose, every caress of his thumb against your cheek getting you to not pay any attention to how you involuntarily opened your legs so he could step between them. Everything around you felt warm, the air, your clothes, the voices in your head screaming bloody murder at you to get away. 
But he stopped there, unmoving now that you couldn’t get away. “What are you waiting for?” You whispered, hand coming up to tug at the bottom of his shirt.
“For you to tell me I can.” His admittance made your heart leap and stomach flip. Even when he was feeling so emotional and overwhelmed, Minho never took from
you what you wouldn’t give. And he seemed unsure of whether the words he chose were the right ones.
“Kiss me.”
You almost fell back at the sheer force behind his lips as they crashed into you. It was hungry for a second, ravaging you so intensely that you had to hold onto his arms just to keep steady. But he’d caught himself, pulling back to look at you with a small grin before diving back in this time gentler. His lips felt as you’d imagined them, smooth, plush, encapsulating and drawing you in deeper every time you slotted against him. It wasn’t before long his tongue ran along your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
When you gave it to him, his hands moved into your hair, not tugging but rather just anchoring himself to you. Minho let out a small moan into your mouth and bent at the knees to change the angle. Letting go of your hair, his next target became your legs. His strong grip slipped under your thighs and hoisted you up, out of instinct you wrapped them around his waist. It felt like second nature to him, the walk to your bedroom. Only now, he was able to do the thing he’d only ever imagined.
He kept his lips against yours as he used his foot to push open the door. Even as he set you down on your back and hovered over you, as he stripped your clothes then his, as you reached between your bodies to stroke his hard cock. Never once did Minho allow for your lips to part other than a few seconds to breathe. Now that he had a taste of it, your lips, he was addicted. And there was no way he was letting you go.
“H— hold on,” he murmured against you, grabbing your hand to stop the motions on his dick. You looked at him, panting and as red in the face as you were sure you were, too, concerned he’d changed his mind.
There was no way in hell that was the case. Minho pressed one more reassuring kiss to your lips before cascading down your neck, between your breasts, and across your stomach until he came to your core. With both hands, he spread your legs and held them open wide. He stared at your cunt like it was lost ancient treasure, awestruck.
“So wet, baby. Did kissing me do this to you?” One finger ran through your folds, collecting your arousal just to smear it around.
You whined into his touch a weak, “yes.” It spurred him on to use two fingers, rubbing tight, slow circles into your clit.
His thoroughness usually would have pleased you, but laying on your back and not having him smothering you in kisses, your own thoughts were starting to overtake the sensual atmosphere. What would Hyunjin think if he could see you now?
“Such a good kisser,” voice airy, you spoke, “what else can you do?” A challenging smirk played along his lips. Keeping his eyes on you, Minho let just his tongue run up your slit. A loud, lewd moan escaped you, tossing your head back into the pillows and grabbing for his hair. 
He chuckled into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt up into his face. Oh, how sweet you sounded at his mercy. Though, he knew it was the other way around. You were using him, telling him to suck while you used the grip on his roots to grind against his lovely face. Yet Minho loved every second of it, in fact, he got off on it. His hips were pressing into the bed so harshly that the dryness of the fabric might’ve hurt if he wasn’t leaking so much precum. They rutted into the sheets in time with your own. But as you got nearer to your peak, evident in how loud you were moaning and your feet planting onto the bed to open up the angle, Minho forced himself to shove his own high back down. He couldn’t come yet, he still had so much to prove.
So he let you come all over his face, let your legs clamp around him and wonderfully suffocate him in your pussy, drowning in the way his name rolled off your tongue. Even as you came down from your high, your legs twitched in the aftermath which was more than a compliment to Minho. He came back up, still kissing every inch of your skin as he fell into your lips again. You could taste yourself, smell your own scent and you could understand why he was so fond of letting you trap him.
“Such a good boy,” you could barely say because he couldn’t keep his lips off you. But he’d heard it loud and clear and whined at the praise, verbally whined. It was high pitched and minorly suppressed. How cute, you thought. “My good boy.”
Minho practically melted at the possessiveness, whimpering louder. “I can be better,” he stared at you with glossy eyes again, nodding as if to convince himself.
“Yeah? Gonna fuck me good? I don’t know how you can top yourself, baby.” He pouted his thick lips and sat back, bending your knees to kiss at some more. He peppered along the insides of your thighs then slung them over his shoulders, taking his cock in hand.
Not bothering to work himself up any more, he was only able to push himself through your folds two or three times before prodding his thick cockhead at your entrance. But he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your knee while simultaneously side eyeing you, waiting for permission. “Oh, pretty baby. Go ahead. Show me how much you love me.”
The L-word. It slipped from your mouth before your conscious could tell you no. But it seemed to have a better effect on Minho than anticipated. Because instead of pushing into you roughly and taking what he needed, he slowly let himself feel you, memorizing every inch of your walls as if it was his first time in you. 
Your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, loving the feeling of him filling you entirely. “Made for me,” he whined, “so warm. Love this, love your pussy. Love you.”
Minho was rambling now. His eyes closed and head fell back, but you were suddenly missing the contact of his skin, reaching for his arm to pull him back down into a wet, sloppy kiss. Tongues slipped around and made a mess of one another’s faces, not that either of you minded. Minho was numb to anything except your hot cunt sucking him in and your sweet lips saying everything he wanted to hear.
“Move,” you prompted him after a few moments of calming the initial overwhelming sensation.
Hands gripping into the tops of your thighs, Minho let his body weight fall more onto you, pushing his cock into parts you didn’t think could be reached. The tip pressed against your sweet spot, lewdly moaning out his name again at the feeling. He whined alongside you, pulling out gently and rocking back into you hard. It was dizzying, to say the least. You were already light headed and pleasantly suffocating from the intensity of his thrusts.
Only the sound of skin on skin filled the room besides your combined noises, probably pissing off your neighbors. But that didn’t matter, couldn’t matter when he was fucking you so good.
What made this different than all the other times, though? Just letting him kiss you couldn’t have changed the entire dynamic, could it? What were his kisses laced with that it made you go absolutely stupid? You’re supposed to hate him, he’s supposed to hate you. That’s how it’s always been no matter how many times he’s between your legs. So why were you loving this?
“Ohh— god— gonna cum,” Minho’s voice shook as he pounded into you.
“No, hold it,” you instructed, pushing his upper body back to sit up. He whimpered even louder at that, but did as told. When you moved so he’d slip out, an even bolder whine echoed, and not from you.
“Such a big baby. Don’t I always reward you?” You motioned for him to lay down, to which he flopped into the pillows. 
“Not without making me work for it.” He watched as you moved to straddle him, automatically reaching for your hips. When you threw one leg over his lap and turned your back to him, he immediately moved to grip your ass.
“That’s half the fun isn’t it?” You reached between your legs and angled his cock to slip into you again. You’d only been able to roll your hips a few times before his hands traveled up your torso, wrapping around as he sat up. “You love doing as you’re told because I tell you whatever you want to hear.”
His chin rested on your shoulder and you let your full weight sink onto him, pressing lightly on the sweet spot inside you. Then his hand moved down to your lower stomach and pressed, pushing the spot harder into his cock. It made you cry out and arch into his chest. He took advantage of your weakened form, taking you with him to lay back down. You had no choice but to relax against his chest, his hands were doing wonders to soothe you, occasionally tweaking your nipples or flicking your clit. Minho kept you like this, flat on top of him while he buried his face in your neck and relished in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.
“What do I want to hear now?”
He was beckoning you, reeling out the words he so desperately wanted you to say. “You’re so good, so good to me.” Minho planted his feet onto the bed and guided your feet to rest on his knees. You felt exposed like this, if anyone were to walk in, they’d see his cock balls deep in your pussy.
He thrusted up once, nice and hard, getting you to moan again and search for his hands to hold. “Not exactly, but close enough.” It was light hearted, though semi loaded.
“You don’t get to make demands of me, baby. Be a good boy and make me feel good. Don’t you wanna cum, too?” It didn’t dawn on Minho until you mentioned being able to come, that he wasn’t wearing a condom. It made his hips stutter for a second and slightly release his hold on you. You could feel his hesitation now, “I'm on the pill. I just never told you.”
Minho laughed into your hair, a pained and exasperated laugh. “You’ve been on the pill this whole time? Really were holding out on me.”
Your back arched against him as he moved at a bone crushing pace, thrusting up into you as his strong arms kept you tight against his chest. All you could do was lie there and take it, take the mind hazing fucking and tell him what a good job he was doing. That’s what you did, mindlessly muttering things along the line of, “my good boy, so big and so strong. Knows how to fuck me so good. You like my pussy, baby? It’s all for you.”
He hid himself in your neck, whimpering and moaning against the hot skin as you both melted into one another, a sweaty, sticky mess with limbs so tangled you couldn’t tell what belonged to who— only that it was his fingers were now rubbing delicious figures into your bundle of nerves.
It was getting harder to keep your own orgasm at bay, you couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling with one already being denied. You turned your head to the side, cupping his cheek and forcing him to kiss you again. The arm he had around your torso tightened and brought you impossibly closer to his chest, speeding up his fingers and making you convulse around him. It was maddening how much control you had over him, your nails digging into the tops of his hands while the other reached back to lock into his hair felt like he was on cloud nine. A twisted, sick sort of pain that could only have been made pleasurable by you.
“Don’t stop— don’t— gonna cum,” you cried out, clawing at any part of him you could, eventually settling on holding his hand again. It felt grounding in such an intense moment.
“Let me— please let me!” Minho was just as lost in the feeling as you were, unable to say anything else besides pleas and your name.
Fingers not ceasing its attack on your clit, you pulsed and clenched tightly around him in a grand finale. Your orgasm hit you so quickly that you’d barely managed to give him permission to come with you.
“Oh god— I love you,” Minho whimpered in your ear, followed by a deep groan from his chest as he was milked by your convulsing cunt.
You felt limp, unable to process anything. The warmth of his seed was something calming in the pit of your stomach, like a hand warmer on a winter night. You couldn’t stop spasming and pulsing around him even after the orgasm passed, stringing overstimulated whines from the man under you. His hand moved away from your clit to join his other in wrapping around you, letting the two of you tilt to the side to spoon in a warm embrace.
It was quiet for a while as you both caught your breath. He didn’t pull away nor pull out, fully enjoying the intimate moment. Minho smiled into your hair and sweetly kissed the skin of your shoulder, neck, arm, anywhere and everywhere he could without having to let you go. And you liked it, a lot more than you wish you did.
As much as you wished you could’ve stayed there with him, frozen in time, the real world was staring you in the face— or more like the picture of you and Hyunjin on your nightstand was staring at you. Damn that stupid present he’d given you on your last birthday, and damn the sentiment behind it.
Minho didn’t seem to notice your lapse in emotional presence, too distracted by your body warmth. He reached to your cheek and begged for another kiss, which you gave willingly. It was a softer kiss, sensual and caring the longer he pressed himself against you. 
How worrying that was.
You almost sighed in relief when he asked to use your shower. Maybe that meant he’d leave soon, or maybe he’d stay the night. He’s never done that before, who knows where things would go. Either way, you couldn’t figure out the sick feeling in your stomach, just that you wanted it to go away and Minho was wonderful at distracting you.
He didn’t shower without cleaning you up first, gently pulling out and holding your legs up to your chest to minimize any spillage. Coming back with wet wipes, he gently cleaned you up and wiped down your body, taking his leave to the bathroom and letting you rest. In an un-Minho-like fashion, he even offered to help bathe you later if you felt up for it. The polite offer stunned you for another second before nodding and giving him a tired smile.
As soon as the bathroom door shut, you looked over at the picture on your nightstand and laid it face down. Another few minutes before the shower began to run allowed for the guilt and shame to bubble in your chest again, making you get up and look for your long forgotten phone.
Slipping on a shirt— you didn’t know whose— you’d found your phone in the living room on the couch. There were some other unimportant notifications, a few missed texts, and one missed facetime call.
Clicking on his name, you read his messages with a somber feeling.
>> Finally found my missing hoodie! It was in the drawer with your clothes. Did you think you could hide it from me? :p
>> Come back, my bed feels empty without you
Your fingers shook over the keyboard, unsure of if you should even respond. It was so late into the night, would it make sense for you to be replying now? Did that matter? You could always say you just happened to wake up, reply, then fall back asleep.
The flower on your coffee table was just a reminder of all the ways you’d messed up. If you thought Minho hated you before, how much worse could it get? “I hate roses.”
<< I miss you too hyune <3 can I see you tomorrow?
No, you weren’t selfish. You’re worse than that.
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A/N: that’s the end of this miniseries!!! it took me soooo so so sooo long but i hope this last part was sorta worth the wait :,) if u haven’t given this album a listen yet, i recommend u do!! it’s one of my personal favorites and i think it really does well in describing these sucky situationships.
anyways, feedback is always always always! appreciated :3
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skz-stay13 · 1 day
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Closer to You - Han Jisung X Female Reader
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Best Friend! Idol! Jisung X Best Friend! Stylist! Female Reader
Established Long Time Friendship
Requested: Yes
Genre: Fluff and Smut with a bit of Angst
AN: This fic will contain 18+ content Minors DO NOT INTERACT!!! I hope you guys enjoy this. This is my first time writing a friends-to-lovers plot type, so please leave feedback. I'm open to any and all criticism as long as it is constructive. Thank you, Enjoy!!
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Y/N had known Jisung for as long as she could remember. The two had been as thick as thieves since they could walk. They both grew up studying in Malaysia, and when Jisung went to Seoul to chase his dream of being an idol, Y/N followed him to support him. She studied while living in Seoul and eventually earned her fashion degree. After her graduation, she applied for a stylist job at JYP Entertainment.
She was assigned to Stray kids around the God's Menu era. When Jisung found out his best friend was going to be their stylist, he was so excited. While she would take his measurements, he would pick at her. "Ji! Hold still! I really need your accurate measurements! Channie-Oppa, please control your kid" She whined. Chan chuckled, "Jisung-ah hold still so y/n can get your measurements."
As time passed, Y/n's feelings for Jisung got stronger, and she was having trouble ignoring them, especially when Jisung hugged her every time he saw her. Soon Jisung and Y/N became friends with benefits. Y/N hated that all she was to Jisung was his best friend with whom he had sex, but she knew that if she confessed to Jisung, she could lose him as her friend.
Y/N was waiting for Jisung to arrive for their weekly movie night, but he was running late from dance practice. She sighed as she was dressed in her pajamas, knowing what would be coming as soon as they sat down to watch the movie.
When Jisung arrived, he smiled and hugged her, still sweaty from practice. "Hey, how was practice?" she asked softly. Jisung groaned, plopping himself down on the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, "It was stressful. we had to learn two new routines today." Y/N chuckled at him softly, "Looks like someone needs to let off some steam. Any way I can help?" Jisung smirked up at her.
He sat up and kissed her passionately while wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap, straddling him. She ran her hands through his hair, kissing him lustfully. Jisung picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, still making out with her.
As he laid her down carefully on the bed, Jisung quickly took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N took her shirt off as well, her bra following. Jisung looks at her, his eyes dark with lust, "Fuck, you look so beautiful." Y/n felt her heart speed up quickly as he pulled her into a rough kiss. Y/n pulled on Jisung's belt as she unbuckled it. Jisung's chuckle sounded in her ear, "Eager, aren't you? You're such a slut for my cock" She nodded at him, "Yes, please need it, Ji"
Jisung wasted no time completely undressing himself and Y/N and pushing himself into her. She moaned out as she felt him enter her, "Fuck Ji! You're so big," Jisung groaned lowly in her ear, "how are you still so tight?" Jisung thrusts into Y/N roughly, eliciting moans and whines from her mouth.
Y/N whined and whimpered softly as Jisung grabbed her throat applying pressure softly, "You love when I'm rough with you aren't you, slut?" Y/N nodded quickly moaning softly. Y/N felt the knot in her stomach grow tighter as she felt her orgasm grew closer. "F-fuck Y/N if you keep clenching around me like that I'll cum" Jisung groaned softly.
"Do it! Feel me up Jisung!" Y/N moaned as she threw her head back as she came. Jisung moaned deeply as he trusted as deep as he could cumming inside of her, "F-fuck you felt so good."
Jisung pulled out of her and laid beside her almost instantly falling asleep. Y/N looked at him and sadly smiled. She gently stroked his hair and whispered, "Good night, Ji. I love you" Y/N fell asleep soon after.
A few weeks later...
She had been avoiding Jisung for weeks now and she had even ended their friends with benefits arrangement. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around him. She was worried that her feelings for Jisung would be revealed if she continued with their arrangement.
She found out that she was pregnant and was afraid that Jisung would hate her if she told him. The only person she told about the baby was Minho since he was the only one who knew about the arrangement and her feelings she had for Jisung. "Y/N, You need to tell him. He has a right to know. This is his child too." Minho told her quietly as she arrived to work. "I know. I just don't know how to, Min" She admitted. "He won't hate you. Just do it soon."
Later, Y/N groaned softly as she took Chan's measurements so she could quickly design his outfits for the Maniac world tour that was quickly approaching. "Y/N? Are you feeling ok?" Chan asked looking at her concerned. Their leader's sudden question alerted the other members to their stylist's side. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little nauseous" she replied. "are you sure? you look a little pale, Y/N-ah" Changbin said softly. "Guy's I'm fine. I promise. it's probably something I ate3 making me feel like this" Y/N insisted.
After she finished with most of the members, she sat down before she started taking Jeongin's measurements. In the middle of writing down the measurements, she felt sick and ran to the nearby bathroom. "Let it out Noona" Jeongin said as he rubbed her back and held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet. She groaned after she finished. The other boys gathered outside the bathroom waiting for Jeongin to let them no how Y/N was feeling.
She sat down and waited for the nausea to pass as she drank some water. Jisung sat beside her softly feeling worried. He rubbed her back softly, "Let me bring her home she needs to rest." Chan nodded. Y/N sighed but let Jisung bring her home.
"Y/N talk to me. You've been acting weird lately. First you end our arrangement, then you won't hang out with me, and now you're keeping secrets from me. I know you talked with Minho about me. What did I do that made you hate me?" Jisung said feeling frustrated as she sat on the couch. "Ji...I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I love you so much that I couldn't stand to continue our arrangement knowing that you'd never feel the same!" She confessed, "I-I can't ruin your career like this. You worked so hard to be an idol and I don't want to come in the way of that"
Jisung looked at her confused, "What do you mean? You couldn't possibly ruin my career, Y/N. I've loved you since we were teenagers. I didn't think you'd ever love me like that which is why I loved our arrangement so much." Y/N looked at him tears falling from her eyes as Jisung pulled her close.
She quickly shook her head, "No, you can't love me. I will ruin your career. Ji, I'm pregnant" Jisung looked at her softly in shock but he only pulled her closer and wiped her tears away. "Baby..baby..baby... This won't ruin my career. Our baby is just another reason for me to love you more. I love you and I'll be here for you." Jisung gently stroked her hair as he laid on the couch holding her close.
"I love you, Ji" She said feeling tired. "I love you too baby" Jisung said kissing her forehead, "Let's get you into bed." Jisung carried her to the bedroom and laid her down before getting in beside her with his arms around her. Y/n slowly fell asleep in Jisung's arms with his loving gaze on her. "Don't worry sweetheart, I love being closer to you" Jisung whispered to her softly kissing her cheek as he took a nap with her.
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strayngesparkyds · 13 hours
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☆ house ☆ #D3
"Ah... baby...you don't- fuck- you don't have to-" Chan tries to tell you. It's his instinct to first politely reject any form of kindness from anyone. That's how much of a gentleman he is.
And that includes getting a blowjob from you. Even when he knows very well he deserves more than just his dick in your mouth because he had just told you the surprise he's been keeping from you.
A house. He bought a house. For you. For the both of you.
"I want to," you say, fishing his half hard cock from his neatly pressed black slacks. "Wanna make you feel good. You bought a house. For us. You deserve more than just a blowjob."
Chan gulps at that. Chan loves giving. He's a giver. Be it in or out of bed. He prefers it, really.
But there's just something really hot about you being so determined to make him feel good.
"More?" Chan questions. This is already so much to him. You, so pretty on your knees, hands trying their best to grip onto his toned thighs so that he won't be able to run away.
He could move, really. He's a lot stronger than you. He could easily pull you up and make you sit on his lap, give you a soft lecture on how he doesn't need you to return any favours.
He just loves you. A lot. And he wants to have a place to call home with you. It's as simple as that.
But his brain is a mush. He's never seen you this determined before. So pretty. So fucking beautiful.
"Yes, more. First, we're gonna make you cum in my mouth," you tell him, thumb running over the tip of his cock, making him unintentionally buck his hips up, sensitive at your soft touch.
You giggle at him. So fucking cute.
"Your cock will be super sensitive but still be hard enough. So, I'm gonna fuck myself onto it. This big thing is just so wonderful, isn't it?" you continue, making Chan groan and moan so loud when you lick his cockhead.
"Baby fuck," he breathes, hands automatically threading through your hair in instinct.
You smile at him, loving how he's trying really hard to let you take the lead. You know he loves being the one giving instead of receiving but you really want to show him how much you appreciate him and his whole existence.
"And then we're gonna make you cum again. Inside me. And I'll let you fuck me on every surface of this house. Every single one. Anywhere you want to. We'll start here. On the couch-"
"Bed. Bed. Wanna- wanna fuck you on the bed first."
Chan's face is red. But he can't help it. As pussydrunk as he is, he can't let anywhere else be the first place he gets to fuck you. It has to be the bed. Your first official shared bed.
"Okay, baby. The bed it is. Anything for you. Anything for my wonderful boyfriend. Bought me a house and all, hmm? Gotta give you what you want."
You stand up, slowly letting go of his cock, letting it slap against his abs.
"I'm gonna be such a good girl for you, Channie. Gonna be the perfect wife for you."
Chan nearly chokes at that. Wife. Fuck. Fuck. He wants to marry you so bad. What the fuck are you doing to him?
"Don't tease," he mutters, groaning as he feels more precum oozing from his tip.
"You like it. You like it when I call myself your little wifey. Is that what you told the realtor, baby? That you're buying this house for your wife?"
You can't help it. He's too cute. Oh you would love to marry him when the time is right.
"Wife," Chan breathes, the word rolling from his tongue sounding so natural. "My wife," he says again, head already going dumb just from imagining that future with you.
"I'm here," you say softly, noticing how Chan is a little out of it. It makes you smile. "You'll be a good husband and make me a mommy, right?" you tease him again, knowing it's his ultimate weakness - breeding you.
Chan whimpers. "I can go raw tonight?"
"You can, baby."
"You'll keep my cum inside?"
"I will. Promise."
"Cockwarm?"
"Anything you want."
"Wanna buy you another house."
"Chan!"
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fluffylino · 2 days
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Continuation?
Poly relationship with seungmin and jeongin
where sub!innie loves to rile up dom!reader and switch!seungmin
Gets put in his place by seungmin in the vocal room, while you're completing assignments at the dorm
"Look at mommy, slut" you can hear the breathiness in seungmin's voice as he gives you a clear view of the maknae
hands pawing at the older's wrist as he strokes his length
"Did baby want hyung's attention, hm" you say condescendingly
can you imagine jeongin tearing up, voice cracking, desperately trying to find an answer that doesn't get him in trouble
the dick buried in his ass not helping in any way for him to come up with a coherent thought
the helplessness when the both of you corner him, making him curl up on himself
"n-no?"
"baby that sounds more like a question" you chuckle
"you wanted this, didn't you? Thats why you kept poking at my side and rubbing at my thigh in front of the members"
"Thats not good manners, innie"
"What do you say, min?"
"I think this brat here..needs a good warning-"
"to remind him of his place" you finish his sentence, watching as the younger pants out muffled 'ah ah ah's'
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cas-skz · 3 days
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Party Buddies pt3
Pairing: chan x fem!reader
Word Count: 1k
Genre: partying, smoking, flirting, toy fetish
Summary: Dress shopping for Chan's big night turns naughty (ish)
Warning: 18+ please!!! photo tease, pet name (kitten)
CREDIT @littleforeignaffairs
PART ONE PART TWO
"Seriously, you guys go eat! I'll catch up in a bit. Plus, it looks like Melanie could devour that pretzel booth."
It was the Friday before the soccer team's banquet dinner. The second you told your best friend that Chan had invited you, she immediately organized a day for you and a couple of other invitees to go find dresses and get your nails done. The nail appointment was first, it practically had you dozing off by the time it came to look for dresses. "I want it to be slutty, but not like slutty slutty 'you know?" One of the girls hummed, twirling around in a tight, sleek dress fitted to perfection. "If Jeongin sees you in that, he's not going to make it very far into the building." One friend said to another, giggles filling the dressing room. You didn't exactly fit in with the other girls, but you liked them. They always made you laugh and feel included. Future 'orange slice and good snacks after soccer' kind of moms was what Jac described them as before you had been introduced.
As you split from the group, your eyes slowly scan the remaining stores in the mall. The place had to have at least 200 stores, and the others had found their outfits within the first 5. You hated pretty much every one. Pulling the phone from your pocket, you open your messages to a picture from Chan, slumped across his keyboard adorning a sticky note on his head that read 'i take a nap'
Channie(2:30pm): sent an image You(2:30pm): Dress shopping is impossible. I want to nap! Channie(2:31pm): with me? You(2:32pm): In your dreams
You really couldn't help but be sarcastic, it was in your nature and Chan seemed to swim along with your humor in a perfect way. You found your way into another store, quickly picking a few dresses before finding your way to the back of the store. It had been at least 20 minutes when finally you arrive at the dressing room. You toss your phone on the provided seat and shake your head with laughter as it continued to buzz.
Channie(2:43pm): you are, every night. Channie(2:47pm): oh god did I scare you off already
You shook your head, laughing quietly as a light blush took over your face.
You(2:52pm): I’m trying to find a dress! 😅 Channie(2:52pm): are you going to show me kitten?
And you did as asked, quickly slipping from current clothes to a mid length silk green dress. It hugged every curve of your body cupping your breasts nicely but not exposing too much. It didn't look terrible, though it was a complete 360 from your usual leggings and oversized hoodie. You snap a quick picture, sending it off before checking yourself once over in the mirror and slipping into the next dress.
The sound of text bubbles kept popping in and out from Chan starting to type but not sending the message through. It was so fucking cute. While adjusting the strap to the second dress, you give your attention to your phone again.
Channie(3:00pm): You're so fucking pretty. Can't believe you hid your body from me for so long. You(3:00pm): I feel so weird, can't I just wear a giant sweater?
You decided to go with the second dress. It was a simple black satin bikini strapped with a deep v neck; that honestly made your boobs look huge. A slit up the side exposing a large mermaid tattoo on your thigh and it landed just before your knees. It was comfy, cute, and you were tired of changing so much. Sitting on the bench you throw your oversized crewneck on, and catch yourself in the mirror. Nothing wrong with a little teasing, right? You lift both your knees to your chest, positioning yourself with legs open and using one arm to cover your private parts and the other to snap the picture. This kind of talk was new to you, but it felt right. You even enjoyed the idea of making him suffer for you while at work.
You(3:01pm): sent an image You(3:01pm): wouldn't you rather me in this?
Your past relationships had never been this exciting. It wasn't as if the two of you were even official yet, but Chan being such a good friend made things easy. You hadn't been with anyone in such a long time your parents were starting to make jokes about finding you a boyfriend themselves. Your last romance wasn't the worst, but he decided during his summer camp adventure that you weren't what he wanted anymore. Would have been nice if he told you first, rather than screwing another girl and accidentally calling you during it. That was over two years ago, and the only action you had in the meantime was mainly with girls. You wanted Chan more than any of the others, he had taken over your every waking thought. Made you think and say things that felt wrong, but so so right at the same time.
You gathered your things after pulling your leggings on, throwing your phone into a pocket before making your way to the cash. Finding the girls wasn't hard, they had sprawled out over 4 tables in the food court and loudly called you over when you were spotted. "Did you find something?" One asked, chewing on a fry. "Yea actually, it's simple but I like it." You showed it off quickly, thanking their compliments. "I hate to say it --" You started, the feeling of a strong buzz coming from your pants caught your attention. It gave you tingles up to your spine in anticipation for Chan's response. "I'm actually going to head out. Knowing you ladies, there's another few hours til this place closes and you're not leaving." They really loved that place. Not wanting to seem eager, Chan's text remained unread until you reached your car.
Channie(3:20pm): Can you come to the studio? Right now. You(3:28pm): Address? Channie(3:29pm): sent his location
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