warnings: swearing, cockwarming, a lil masturbation, stressed reader, use of âbunnyâ, âbaby,â, minho being ambidextrous in a hot way. this was supposed to be dirty but itâs mushy as fuck and not even that sexy. if you let an ace write smut donât be surprised when that happens.
inspo: minhoâs bubble messages and recent academic overwhelm
notes: can this be classed as my valentineâs day fic? here it is anyway. the title is a reference to sunshine which is my go to destress song. to anyone who relates to readerâs situation, may all your stresses be lighter from today my lovies đŠľ
{ wc: 2003 }
you arrived home after another long day, one of manyâmaybe too manyâand as soon as you put your things down and got rid of your shoes you walked over to the sofa, pouting at your boyfriend.
âoh, come here,â he said, putting his laptop away and opening his arms wide.
you crashed down on the soft sofa, head rolling onto minhoâs thick thighs.
âhow was it?â he asked, sympathetically. you rolled out of bed early, so early even minho wasnât awake yet, and the sun had set hours before youâve arrived back home.
he knew how hard things have been lately.
between all your work and deadlines and commitments, minho could see the stress was getting to you. minho could always tell.
âso many things to do,â you mumbled into his lap.
âi know. here,â he said, grabbing your arms and moving you to where he wanted you to be. he manoeuvred your thighs, placing them on either side of his lap and tucked your head into his warm chest. you sighed.
âbunny,â he cooed, his hand sinking into your hair. he slowly scratched at your scalp and quickly a warmth settled into your bones. you leaned further into it, further into him, and nuzzled your head against his chest.
minho wanted to ask you what else you had to do, what he could do to help, but the way your body fell pliant against his made him think maybe now all you needed was his fingers in your hair and his arm secured safely around your waist. he was right.
the soft glide of his blunt nails against the root of your hair, and the warmth radiating from his bodyâall of it enough to slowly melt away your stress. it was there, you knew the deadlines were coming, but for now all you could feel was the floaty feeling from minho playing with your hair and knowing you were there, in his arms, where it was safe.
maybe you accidentally deleted a three page essay you needed to hand in the next day or maybe your boss had a go at you or maybe your phone stopped working in the middle of your presentation and your notes were gone. but all of that didnât matter now that it was over, now that you forgotten it completely, and now that your present was filled with lee minho.
âmin?â you asked softly, after however many minutes passed.
he hummed underneath you, the vibrations soft against your cheek.
âi was reading something before you got here,â he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the locks.
âoh?â you lift your head up, eyes peering up at him. âwhat was it?â
âbest positions to surprise your partner with this valentineâs day,â he recites the article headline. his ears change into a soft pinkâitâs one of your favourite colours.
you giggle softly, straighting up to be eye levelled with him.
âand what did you find?â
âit wasnât anything new,â he says, hand softly rubbing up and down your back, âbut i was thinking of you doing them andâŚâ he spares a small glance at his crotch.
at that you laugh loudly before tucking your head into his neck.
you breathe in softly, slowly, following the rise and fall of minhoâs chest while his warm scent takes over you. you kiss his neck with a small peck.
âmaybe i can help you?â
âbunny,â he rubs against your scalp, âyou should be resting after a long day. another long day.â
âbut min, iââ
ââdid you even eat today?â
âof course! i ate the lunch you prepared yesterday and a few of us grabbed some food before the meeting. donât worry,â
âgood job,â he nods, resuming his soft scratching. you lean into it instantly. âi donât want you straining your body too much. it needs rest.â
âi am resting,â you mumbled stubbornly. âitâs just i also want you inside me.â
the last part was quiet, defeated almost, and minho smiled against your forehead before peppering a few small kisses on your skin.
his other hand left your back and you felt him fiddling around near your thighs, before he softly told you to lean up. you silently followed his orders, looking down to find he pushed his sweats and boxers down to his knees.
you slowly sat back down on his bare thighsâbut didnât reach out to him. perhaps he was right, you were too tired to even move forward.
minho kept your head pressed into his neck, his ability to control both his hand and his dancer coordination proved exceptionally useful. he kept scratching your head, moving up and down and occasionally pressing softly into the back of your neck where most of your stress lived.
with his other hand, he stroked himself. once you realised what he was doing, you started leaving a few open mouthed kisses on his skin, kissing his pulse point and beneath his jaw.
âyou need to prep too, bunny,â he said softly, voice breathy as it vibrated against your lips. âif you still want to.â
âi want,â you said quickly, tucking your hand into your pants and rubbing slowly. you were surprised to find just how wet you were, but then again, minho was right next to you stroking himself.
you needed him inside you.
you knew the prep you gave yourself probably wasnât enough, but you needed himâyou needed his warmth and his closeness and so you quickly lifted yourself up and rid yourself of your pants and underwear.
minho didnât waste any more time, lining himself up to your entrance and guiding you down with a hand on your hip.
the pair of you sighed softly and you slowly and carefully sunk all the way down.
the stretch was more prominent than usual, but it was nice. so nice, and you let your eyes softly close at the fullness of having him inside you.
âthere, baby,â he smiled at you, running his hands up and down your arms. he squeezed them softly before moving his hands to your back, rubbing up and down.
you didnât realise how sore your whole body felt from the stress of everything the past few days had brought you, and you instantly relaxed.
âyouâve been working hard,â he said softly, nodding slightly as you lean your head back onto his chest. âyouâve done well, baby. so well.â
you melt at the praise, body weight pressed entirely into minhoâs strong body as your mind slowly starts clearing up.
you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself even closer to minho as his arms both wrap around your back.
normally, you would be begging minho to start moving, to fuck you fast like he does when youâre stressed and need to forget the world around you. sometimes, he goes slow, when you need to be reminded of just how important you are to him. but now, he isnât moving at all. and now, you think thatâs exactly what you need. minho always knows.
you close your eyes, listening to the steady and reliable thumping of minhoâs heart.
all other thoughts fade away. itâs nothing but minho, his smell and his warmth and his arms solid and strong around you. just minho.
âââ
your eyes are heavy, you mustâve fallen asleep as your brain feels empty and vague about the last few minutes. you slowly move your head to peer up at your boyfriendâa comforting smile on his face.
âdid i fall asleep?â you grumble. you can still feel the fullness inside you, the pleasing pressure on your stomach so you know neither one of you has moved. you try slightly stretching out your thighs that have fallen asleep too, a soft tingling running through your feet at the numbness from the prolonged position.
you donât move too much, but your pussy does instinctively squeeze around minho, and he lets out a delighted sigh as he leans his head back. still, he doesnât move.
he runs his hands up and down your thighs, his smile still firmly in place as he looks up at you. he softly kneads your muscles, still working on helping you relax. your eyes lock together and the brown in front of you is swimming with adoration and a hint of pride you donât know if you can even accept.
you feel yourself blush at the thought, know minho would scold you if you voiced it, and decide youâll have to work harder on accepting the praise he gives you.
sometimes you think minho is the only person youâd ever let yourself be loved by.
most times you think that isnât such a bad idea.
he licks his lips, swallowing in the way he does before he readies himself to say something important.
you tell yourself to accept his love, to let yourself be loved by him.
âyou didnât get me chocolate,â is what he says, âgive me chocolate.â
you blink at him for a second, a habit you picked up from spending too much time around minho, trying to process what heâs even talking about.
it clicks a moment later.
âyou never even asked me to be your valentineâs, so why should i?â you smirk at him.
heâs appalled by such an answer, eyes wide and mouth gaped enough for his bunny teeth to peek out slightly. you think youâd never love anyone as much as you love lee minho.
âyouâre mine,â he says, simple. âwhy would i need to ask when youâre very clearly mine.â
you canât help the way your body reacts when minho talks that way, and your pussy clenches tightly at his words.
minho doesnât tease you, as youâd expect him to, but instead his eyes turn serious.
he runs his hands up to your hips, pushing you forward as your clit rubs against his pelvis.
âmin,â your voice comes out high pitched and airy.
âiâm here,â he nods, âiâll take care of you, okay?â
you nod.
he leans forward, kissing you firmly before bringing a hand back into your hairâsoftly scratching.
âmy bunny,â he says, and it sounds like a promise. âand always my valentineâs. always mine.â
âalways yours, min,â you echo firmly, and it sounds like acceptance.
minho brings a hand between your bodies, softly rubbing slow circles against your clit.
âand when things get stressful iâm here,â he reminds you, âand whatever it is you need.â
âm-me too, min, iâll give you anything,â you moan softly.
ânot chocolate, evidently,â he grins at you, his evil smirk out on full display.
you try and protest at his unfair accusationâyou literally texted him earlier to ask if he wanted chocolate and he said no due to his personal trainerâs demandsâbut minho stops you with a fleeting kiss on your lips.
âi donât need it anyway,â he decides, âyouâre better than chocolate.â
at that minho grabs that back of your head and pulls your forward, kissing you urgently as his tongue softly moves against yours. he swallows down your moans as his hand moves faster against you, building and building and building.
you let the feeling take over you as youâre consumed by it, by minho and his familiar taste. the stubble on his chin and the softness of his lips and the way his soft hair feels between your fingers.
you let yourself forget everything else. the dates circled on your calendar and your unanswered emails and your appointments.
it doesnât matter much when minho starts giggling into your mouth because youâve knocked your teeth against his.
it doesnât matter much when minho is all around you, inside you, kissing you. telling you, âmine, baby, mine,â as he starts lazily thrusting into you.
your thoughts, your anxieties, your responsibilities. for a moment they can all fade awayâfor just now. for as long as you and minho are together, connected.
for now, it doesnât matter much. all you can think about is minho. just minho.
đđ¨đĽđ - college au american footballers!lee minho & han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader
wc: 14.3k
cw: some boy x boy action, mc is inexperienced but a secret perv, mc is dumb and forgets what polyamory is, subsequent polyamorous relationship, reader is described to be smaller than minsung, smoking weed, getting drunk, hyunlix are menaces, SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: youâre not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.
a/n: SORRY :D! as usual, smut warnings under the cut :3
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sw: making out when drunk, spit kink (a lot of it), cumplay, making out with cum involved, rimming (m rec), boys kissing, anal fingering (m&f rec), oral (m&f rec), threesome, handjob, A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, minhoâs mean but affectionate, painplay, degradation, slight? humiliation, breeding kink, pet names: jagi, baby, kitty, gorgeous
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Throughout high school, and everything that came before it, you were never into sports. You were the girl that got shouted at by the rest of the team in P.E because youâd flinch as soon as the ball came near you. You had a sick note every lesson towards the end of high school. Youâd walk the mile instead of run. You just werenât cut out for physical activity.
It was the same reason youâd been so unpopular in school. Popularity went to the athletes, the girls who were svelte and toned, and although your mother would swear you were beautiful, you never had much luck making friends or getting boyfriends growing up.
Of course, when you came to university, you chose a non-bodily exhausting major. Fine art was a fair bet for you since youâd always been good at drawing, and you decided you could go for something you were skilled at so you could still enjoy the university experience. It was a win win. Then, youâd surprisingly befriended Hyunjin, an ethereal man with the beauty of a model out of a magazine - and then came along Felix, his other best friend who studied computer science. Theyâd actually helped you lose your virginity with your first - and thus far, only - one night stand. Although the experience was less than enjoyable, more awkward, you were still thankful.
It was a month later that they told you they were both cheerleaders for the American football team. You grinned and said how cool it was. Theyâd asked you to join. You said no. They were popular, too - always going to parties and events, and you considered that would be your fate if you joined. It was terrifying. This went on for the rest of your first year. The trauma from high school P.E lessons prevented you from even considering it, even while they told you that it wasnât really that tiring. Cheering was still a sport, and thatâs what kept you back from joining.
Until you finally gave in.
âI donât know, isnât the skirt a bit⌠Too short?â You mumbled. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in Hyunjinâs room, letting Felix fiddle with your hair and slide a red and white bow on it. It matched the rest of your uniform, a bright crimson mixed with a more subtle ivory. It was your universityâs colours, and the same colours the American football players would wear. Felix was behind you and Hyunjin stood beside you - both in their matching uniforms, skirts and all.
Felix looked like he was about to ascend with the happiness on his face. You felt like you could die from the anxiety.
âItâs meant to be short, darling,â Hyunjin quipped, smoothing down the pleats on your skirt. âYou need to look so good for tonight.â
You squeaked. Felix rolled his eyes, glaring at Hyunjin. Heâd given away the secret. âWhatâs tonight?â
Felix sighed. His face appeared next to you in the mirror, half of his hair pulled up with a bow matching yours. His hands stroked down your shoulders with a soft smile, as if he was scared to release this information unto you. You stared at his button nose, covered in freckles, too anxious to look into his eyes. âSo⌠thereâs an initiation when you join. Sort of a ritual, it happens every year with the new recruits.â
Hyunjin was now sprawled on his bed, hands fiddling with some rolling papers. A baggie of weed was on his lap, over his pleated skirt. You grimaced at the audacity, despite knowing you were inevitably going to ask for some.
âItâs a party,â Hyunjin said, sprinkling weed into the paper. âItâs nothing terrifying. Just that the new recruits have to all be handcuffed to a member of the football team, and they have to play Truth or Dare to be set free.â
âWell, I just wonât play then,â You decided, nodding your head at the reflection in the mirror. Felix bit his lip, staring at you. Hyunjinâs movements paused. â⌠What is it?â
âWe already nominated you. Thereâs an uneven number of recruits, too, so⌠youâre handcuffed to two.â
âTwo?! No, youâre both deranged. Itâs not happening.â Hyunjin simply raised an eyebrow at your words.
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It was definitely happening. That much was clear when you all arrived at the party, adequately stoned and just as tipsy from your pregaming at Hyunjinâs. You were fiddling with your skirt, trying to pull it down just a bit lower, but Felix slapped your hand away with a playful glare. Felix pushed the door open and entered as if he owned the place. The location of the party was some massive house on campus, full to the brim of sweaty, gyrating bodies in different sports uniforms. You were out of your depth.
Felix and Hyunjin noticed your awkward demeanour almost immediately and dragged you into the kitchen. Once heâd found a bottle of alcohol, Hyunjin poured all three of you vodka shots each to drink. He was hoping it would get you out of your shell, a wistful smile on his plump lips.
You grimaced as the burn hit your throat, nose scrunched. Felix giggled, and then he spun you around, hands on your waist. âOkay, so. Weâre going to steal this bottle of vodka, take it into the living room, then you get handcuffed to your American footballers of choice.â
You blinked. âChoice? Who chose?â
âJihyo,â Hyunjin replied, appearing on your other side. He handed you a plastic cup full of a strange coloured concoction before pushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes.
You knew Jihyo, actually. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and had been nothing but lovely to you since you joined. Sheâd even saved you the embarrassment of auditioning in front of the vice captain, letting you just cheer in front of her alone with the routine Felix and Hyunjin drilled into you. You hoped sheâd be lenient on who she chose for you tonight.
Letting yourself be dragged into the living room by Hyunjin, you clutched your cup to ensure you didnât spill it with the jostling. It tasted bad, but you drank it anyway, ignoring the taste. It would cure your anxiety - or at least act like a placebo effect.
The living room was even more crowded than the hallway and the kitchen. It had you on edge, fingers quivering around your cup despite Hyunjin and Felix hanging off of your either arm. These were the exact types of parties you hadnât been invited to in high school, and now you were there. Honestly? It was kind of underwhelming, despite the amount of people.
âOkay, itâs time to meet your two footballers!â Felix sounded excited, almost bouncing. When you turned to him, Hyunjin was standing on his other side with blushing cheeks and a just as excited smile. You sighed. This was going to be awkward. There was a circle of footballers and cheerleaders sitting around in a circle, an empty bottle being spun around and landing on whoever was going to be asked truth or dare. The other new recruits were already handcuffed - oh, no. Were you late?
âYouâre late!â Jihyo shrieked, shooting up from her spot on the floor. That answered your question. Her skirt was just as short as yours, which made you feel better. She wore it as if it was meant for her, though. You knew you just looked weird. She flicked her short, dark red hair out of her face before pointing at two males in the circle. âYouâre partnered with Jisung and Minho.â
âWho?â You whispered, before Felix giggled loudly.
âJihyo, thatâs evil. Not those two! Especially not Minho!â Felix yelled, making your jaw drop.
You were suddenly very intimidated. You already were, but now the guy you were forced to be handcuffed to was, well⌠youâd have to ask. âOh, no. Is he nasty?â
Jihyo shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. âAsk him yourself.â
All of a sudden, you were being pushed down by Jihyo into the large, uneven circle of people into the gap between the two football players. You could literally feel your hands sweating and just hoped to God that the two boys beside you couldnât feel it. Felix and Hyunjin had moved to the opposite end of the room, not part of the circle but still monitoring the situation. Jihyo kneeled in front of you, fiddling with two sets of handcuffs until they were successfully attached to both of your wrists.
It was time to bite the bullet. You looked to your left as Jihyo was attaching the other end of your handcuffs to one of the football players. You were met with feline-like eyes, plump lips and broad shoulders appearing even broader with the shoulder pads from his uniform. His eyes flitted to you and he looked to be holding back a grin. Were you that ridiculous? The guy was beautiful. It made you feel slightly insecure even just sitting next to him.
Turning to your right, you saw your other assigned football player. You were met with softer features this time - round, chocolate brown eyes and a doll-like mouth, surrounded by the cutest pouty cheeks. Unlike the first guy, this one raised his spare hand with a little âhello!â and you smiled, waving back. He was cute when he smiled at you, his teeth gleaming in the low light. He seemed friendly, so you introduced yourself.
âHi! Iâm Jisung, that one on your other side is Minho. Heâs kinda grumpy, but he means well,â Jisung told you, making you giggle. Minho tried to reach over you to swat Jisung, but the handcuffs prohibited his movements. âDamn! Okay, okay, heâs not grumpy.â
âIâm really nice,â Minho said, smiling softly at you. You took a mental note of his cute bunny teeth. âIâm definitely not grumpy. Not to pretty girls, anyway.â
You could literally feel yourself blushing.
âUm, okay,â You blurted. Jisung choked on a laugh. âSo, whatâs the rules of this whole thing? How do I get set free?â
âYou have to drink every time you refuse to answer a question or do a dare. Once youâve answered five questions or when youâve done five dares, we get set free,â When you turned to Jisung upon him speaking, it seemed like his face was closer. You blushed. His hair was long but pushed relatively back, and his red and white uniform looked to be cinched around a very slender waist. He was fucking hot. It had you imagining - would they both fuck you if you asked? At the same time? They seemed to come as a package deal. âItâs super simple. I bet itâll only take, like, an hour.â
âAn hour?!â An hour of being locked up to these two sexy men. Youâd die.
âYep,â Jihyo chirped. When she spun the bottle, sitting on the other end of it to you, it landed on you as if sheâd planned it. You groaned. Jisung was pouring extra vodka into your cup. âOkay, truth or dare?â
Truth seemed the safest. âTruth.â
âDo you think anyone in this room is sexy?â
A giggle brought your attention to Hyunjin, legs splayed over another football player. You thought it was Chan, one of the Aussies that Felix was close with. âShe obviously thinks Iâm hot. I mean, everyone does.â
âHyunjin, shut up,â Minho said, but he sounded fond. Interesting. So your best friends knew these sexy ass guys, and didnât introduce you to them. How selfish.
âIâm going to have to drink, unfortunately. I donât really want to make it awkward..â You mumbled, taking a large gulp from your cup. Unfortunately, Jisung had poured vodka in it and nothing else, so you grimaced as the burn travelled down your throat. Jisung giggled again from beside you. Evil. He was evil. âJisung!â
Jisung only laughed louder, refilling your drink after the massive amount youâd downed. Minho, however, was still staring at you with an unreadable look.
âReally?â He questioned. âYou wonât even admit it?â
You blushed. âI-â
âLeave her alone, Lee Minho! If she wants to drink, she can drink,â Felix shouted to your defence. You gave him a smile, very thankful. You didnât want to be interrogated by the exact person you found sexy. Well, one of the two.
Unfortunately, the rest of the game went quite similar to the first round. Youâd be asked a personal question, or told to do a dare that was definitely too unruly for you, and then youâd drink. Always drinking the straight vodka that Jisung gave you had an impact, too - before you knew it, you were slurring your words and your head was fuzzy with the effects of being tipsy. Jisung was laughing at you, just as drunk, and Minho was looking between you two with an amused expression.
Minho being a tease was another thing you managed to work out. You grumbled at one point, yanking on the handcuffs. âJihyo, can I be let out now? Iâve drunk more than anyone else and âm tipsy, please!â
Minho chuckled, inching closer to you. âYou donât wanna be attached to me anymore? Thatâs a shame.â
âNever said that,â You mumbled, making your own cheeks blush as you looked at your hands. On your opposite side, Jisung was just as tipsy as you and looked to be giggling at something Felix had said. All of the other recruits were free and had left, but there you were - still looking dumb sat cross legged in your little cheerleader skirt.
âBestie, should we take you and Hyunnie home? Iâm sure you can set her free now, Jihyo,â Your eyes flitted to Felix, and then to Hyunjin, utterly stoned next to him. His eyes were a hue of red and he had a permanent smile on his face. He needed food, and then sleep.
Jihyo nodded hesitantly in response to Felix, and with a swift move, she undid your shackles. You were more than thankful to be free, but - oh. You didnât want to go. You were kind of having fun drinking with Minho and Jisung. They were easy on the eyes, and all.
âI donât wanna go!â You whined. âCan I stay? Minho and Jisung will look after me, right?â You knew you were slurring your words, but the way Jisung slung an arm around you made you feel content. Minho even laughed, shaking his head in a fond manner.
âWeâll look after her if she wants to keep drinking, Lixie,â Minho said, his tone hushed. âYou know we wonât do anything weird.â
Felix shrugged. âI trust you both. Okay, have her back safe later! Iâm gonna carry this lug to get food. Jihyo, you coming?â
When the rest of the room left, you suddenly realised that you were left with Minho and Jisung. Youâd only met them that night, and in all honesty - it was kind of awkward now that it was just the three of you. Clearly you were the only one feeling the awkwardness, though. Minho stretched out leisurely like a cat, and Jisung was already in pursuit of a few ciders he found in the corner.
âSo, my vote is that me and you wind down with a few ciders, and then Minho rolls us a joint,â Jisung chirped, settling in closer to you. âIâm so buzzed right now, Iâm having such a good time. Hey, why have I never seen you around before? Youâre friends with Lix and Hyunjin.â
âAh, parties arenât really my whole thing. Iâm⌠Iâm not very good with lots of people in one place, to be honest,â You felt like you were admitting way too much, too quickly, but Jisung nodded in agreement.
âIâm the same. Itâs a bitch, but Iâm glad you joined cheerleading. You can knock back vodka like a pro! Even Minho thought so,â Jisung points at Minho. Heâd been quiet until now, but the tips of his ears burned a tell-tale crimson.
âIt was quite impressive, I have to admit,â Minho nodded. âWhat made you join cheerleading? Sorry about the twenty-one questions, but you didnât answer any during the game.â
âYeah. Thatâs to do with the whole ânot good at talking to peopleâ thing, yâknow? But⌠Now that itâs just the three of us, I think that Iâm okay,â You gushed, words slightly slurring together. The two footballers nodded their heads understandingly anyway, Jisung handing you an opened cider. You took the drink gratefully, sipping on the bitter apple taste. âHyunjin and Felix convinced me to join, to answer your question. I wasnât a big sports person in school.â
âSame here. I used to do boxing, but never football,â Minho leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. Jisung still sat cross-legged, much closer to you than Minho was. âI only really took up football in my senior year of high school, because I knew I wanted to come here and they have a pretty good football team.â
You nodded, humming. âWhat about you, Jisung?â
âIâve always played,â He swigged back a large amount of cider. His fingers played with a loose thread on his uniform top nervously, until Minho swatted his hand away. Jisung giggled, then carried on talking. âMe and my elder brother play. Itâs kind of a family thing, I suppose. Hey, Minho, whatâs the status of that joint?â
Minho groaned, stretching his arms above his head. âMy weedâs in our room,â Minhoâs eyes flickered between you and Jisung, and then he bit his lip. Bunny teeth dug into plush skin, and you found your eyes settled directly on it. Minho soothed the bite with his tongue, and then he nodded decisively. âDo you wanna come up and get high, watch a movie with us? No funny business, I promise.â
You shrugged. The alcohol had made you considerably less shy. âWhy not? I chill with Felix and Hyunjin like this a lot, itâs all good.â
âYay! Youâre actually going to roll one?â Jisung looked elated, grinning at Minho. Minho sighed, standing up.
âWhy donât you just roll one yourself, Ji?â You elbowed Jisung playfully. You had no idea where the nickname came from, but Jisung pouted anyway at your statement.
âI canât roll. Iâm so bad at it. Do you roll?â
You tried to suppress a smile, but it was impossible around these two. âNo. Hyunjin rolls for me.â
âGod! Youâre both like weed princesses. Like pillow princesses, but with weed,â Minhoâs fake-insult made you and Jisung fall about in a fit of giggles. âCâmon. I may have something that you can wear, so that youâre more comfortable.â
You and Jisung stumbled up the stairs behind Minho, still giggling when you arrived at their room. It was bigger than you expected, two twin beds pushed apart with one side of the room reasonably clean. You assumed that was Minhoâs, because the other side contained an unmade bed and rap artist posters that just screamed Jisungâs energy to you. There was quite a large TV situated in the middle of the room, between the two beds and pushed against the wall.
âAre we pushing the beds together?â Jisung asked, as if this was a normal occurrence. Minho hummed dismissively, starting to dig through one of his drawers. Jisung started moving the beds in front of the TV just as Minho pulled out a decent looking t-shirt and shorts, passing them to you.
âYou can change in here, weâll turn around. Iâve gotta roll us a joint anyway,â You nodded at Minhoâs words. You watched as Minho walked over to the desk, back facing you and you wiggled out of your uniform. You had to remember to bring that home the next day - it was the first game tomorrow.
It hit you that you were in the shared room of two boys youâd met for the first time that night. Jisung was laid on the bed solemnly with his eyes shut so he couldnât see you, and Minho was facing away while he rolled the joint. They were respectful, but nonetheless this was so, so out of character for you - you were even putting one of their t-shirts on while you were having an internal breakdown. Weirdly, you trusted them. They were open, friendly with you from the get go.
âI never do stuff like this,â You admitted, blushing. When you finally turned around, now fully clothed, Jisung was only in pyjama bottoms. You had to avoid the urge to freak out because where was he hiding that body? He was broad but lean, the hint of abdominal muscles on his tummy. He was sexy, and his waist was just as slender as you thought. You shrugged it off anyway, and Minho turned to face you, licking the joint. That almost also caused an internal freak out, because why is he keeping eye contact while heâs licking it like that?
âLike what?â Minho mumbled, staring at his work of art.
âIâm normally first to leave the party. I never stay late and chill with people in their homes. Iâm just⌠not like that.â
âI get it,â Jisung agreed, shifting on the bed sheets. He patted a space next to him and you climbed onto the makeshift double bed obediently, laying down with your hands folded over your tummy. âItâs the people thing, right? But, youâre being bold. Weâre about to get high. The most important thing is⌠are you having fun?â
Were you? God, you were. Two attractive men were about to smoke weed with you, one of your all time favourite pastimes to get rid of your anxiety, and you were going to chill and watch a movie too. Thatâs your top idea of fun. You found yourself smiling, nodding up at Jisung, to which he smiled back. He understood.
When you finally turned away from Jisung after a second too long, Minho had changed too, into some grey shorts and a t-shirt. You stared at his thighs while he cracked open a window, and then he was on the bed in front of you.
âThe guest of honour should light the joint,â He mused, handing it to you. âItâs the rules.â
âUm.. I need an ashtray. Is it really okay to smoke in here, like-â
âEveryone in this house smokes in their rooms,â Jisung comforted you. After that, he was handing you a small transparent dish. âAsh it in here. Weâll deal with it tomorrow.â
The first inhale of the joint was delicious. You much preferred being high and open minded than drunk and open minded - it was more fun that way. You tended to just brush things off with a laugh rather than overthink them. After a few tokes, you passed it to Minho, and he asked the most important question.
âWhat film should we watch?â Jisung looked at you. You looked at Jisung, and then you were both looking at Minho. Minho sighed, exhaling smoke in your direction. âYouâre both going to make me choose.â
âYup!â Jisung chirped, snatching the joint out of Minhoâs hand. Minho grumbled, displeased but still smiling as he reached for the remote. Within a few minutes, heâd clicked on some random comedy film on Netflix. The joint was passed around until the room was sufficiently hazy and all three of you were laying on the bed, you in the middle.
You felt a little trapped, but not in a claustrophobic sense. The boys were so, so close to you, and even though you three were all relaxed and laughing at the film, the secret pervert inside of you couldnât help but rear its head. You could make out with them right now. You wonât, but you could. Itâd be way too bold for you to do that, and-
âWe should make out,â Jisungâs voice cut through the giggles. Minho swatted him, still laughing but chiding as if Jisung was a child. You, however, were wide-eyed.
âM-Make out?â
âMaking out is better when youâre high,â Minho explained, his cheeks blazing red from the effects of the weed. âHe always asks me to make out too.â
You blinked. Your eyes flitted between the two men, Jisung still gazing at you. âYou two..?â
âWe make out all the time. Sometimes we fuck, no strings attached. Itâs fun,â Jisung said, shifting on the bed so that he was closer to you. âYou wanna make out?â
Could you? Youâd been extremely bold, and that was even further than bold. You couldnât lie and say you hadnât been thinking of it all night, though, and if Hyunjin and Felix could see you now, theyâd be so proud.
You answered Jisungâs question by grabbing his head, one hand on the back of it and yanking him down to kiss you. He squeaked in surprise, but he was quick to let his tongue press into your mouth, pouty lips wet against yours. He was half-laying on top of you, the position a little awkward but God, he was right. It felt so much better making out with someone when you were high. You let your tongue press against his, the kiss more of a sloppy exchange than a real, precise kiss.
You pulled away with a wet noise, humming. ââS better, you were right.â
âYeah?â Jisung asked, his eyes trained on your lips. âAgain, then?â
âYeah.â This time, he was initiating the kiss, his hands going to your waist. His touch was light, but you squirmed to feel more of his hands on top of you. You wanted more, especially when his teeth lightly nipped on your bottom lip and his lips sucked your tongue into his mouth. It was filthy, and it had something burning in your gut in the most delicious way.
âYou two look fucking amazing,â Minho. Youâd kind of forgotten he was there. When you pulled away again, you turned, staring at him. His eyes were dark and his cute teeth were biting into his bottom lip again, looking pillowy and plush.
âMin,â You murmured, grabbing his hand. Jisung let out a puff of air, amused. âCâmere. I wanna kiss you too.â
âYou sure?â Minho asked, but he was already moving from his place on the pillows to where you were, just a bit further down. Jisung moved off of you, obediently letting Minho take his place. Minhoâs hand came up to your face, one thumb swiping along your bottom lip. It was still wet from Jisungâs mouth. âIâm not going to fuck you. Youâve had too much to drink, and smoke⌠But Iâll make out with you, is that okay?â
âMm, yeah. This is super bold for me,â You giggled. In the same breath, you took Minhoâs thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, just a soft suction, but Minho still sighed deeply, eyes trained on your mouth.
âI think youâre sexy when youâre bold. Youâre cute otherwise, too,â Jisung chimed in, making you smile. Before you could answer, Minho was leaning down, his dark hair tickling your forehead as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. He was more calculated than Jisung, his hand that was on your face previously now enveloped in your hair, pulling the strands just a little. It made you whine against his mouth, squirming, and he replied with a bite to your lip. âIs it good? Heâs a good kisser, isnât he?â
You hummed, still pulling Minho in for more. His shoulders were shaking as if he wanted to laugh at how eager you were, but he continued with kissing you filthily instead. When you started to squirm again, he pulled away, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down instead.
âI think you need a little more,â He mused, nose still brushing against yours. His eyes were enrapturing, as if they held a thousand secrets behind them. You wanted to know more about him, and more about the cute Jisung who was just as anxious as you. Could you be greedy and have them both?
âI want more,â You agreed, nodding. Minho hummed, and then he was collecting spit in his mouth. He let it drop into yours, and you heard Jisung whine, before he was shimmying back towards you. He gently pushed Minho out of the way, and you kept Minhoâs spit on your tongue as if you knew what Jisung wanted to do.
âOh my God, âs so hot,â You heard Jisung mumble, before he was pressing his lips against yours again. You felt him lick the collected spit out of your mouth, before he was pushing his own onto your tongue. He sucked your tongue again, whining into the kiss. You could feel something moving on the bed, and eventually, you worked out it was Jisung pushing his hips into the mattress impatiently. When he pulled away, his lips went to your neck instantly, sucking a deep red mark into your collarbone.
âSungie,â Minho mumbled. âYou need to calm down. Sheâs drunk a lot tonight. Maybe another time, yeah?â
Jisung looked at Minho with stars in his eyes. You nodded, hands gripping Jisungâs biceps. His skin was delicate, honey-toned and muscly, showing the effects of the sport he played. He was fucking sexy. You wanted Minho to be shirtless too. âAnother time,â You agreed. âI want you both another time. Can IâŚ? Is that too much, I-â
âWe want you too,â Jisung turned to you, his forehead pressed against yours. Now that he was closer again, you let your legs spread, welcoming him to press against you. He was hard, solid in his cute pyjama bottoms, and you wanted to whine. âWe want to have you. But, tonight isnât the best idea. You may regret it.â
âIâd never regret it-â
âGorgeous girl,â Minho cooed at you, soft as he pressed a kiss into your hairline. They were both enveloping you, warm, soft bodies that were just as toned as they were delicate. Your heart rate was so fast you were convinced you could die. âGorgeous fucking girl. Weâll take you another time, yeah? Not tonight. You can sleep tonight.â
All of a sudden, sleep sounded amazing. You let yourself hum in agreement, and Jisung moved off of you, curling around your side. ââM actually quite sleepy, yeah.â
âThought so,â Minho chuckled, sidling up to your other side. He let you wiggle closer, head on his chest, and Jisung followed you, his chest pressed up against your back. It was comfortable, cosy on the two beds pushed together. âGo to sleep, gorgeous. Weâll be here when you wake up, okay?â
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You woke up delirious. You could feel your head pulsating with the beginning of a hangover, and you were just so confused - where were you?
It only took one look at Jisung, lips parted and soft snores coming from his chest to remind you. Oh, yeah. You looked towards your other side, seeing Minho stretched out and full, heavy breaths reverberating around the room from his deep slumber. Youâd made out with them both. You didnât feel any regret, either. Youâd done something that was so unusual for you, and it had worked out brilliantly. Youâd had the best time.
You knew youâd be embarrassed when they woke up, though. You managed to detangle yourself from the two boys, wiggling out of the makeshift bed and finding your uniform quite easily. Youâd tried to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of sheets rustling from the bed caught your attention.
âYouâre leaving?â Minho. You turned around, blinking at him. He looked almost insecure, leaning up on his hands and tilting his head at you in question. âDo you⌠regret what happened?â
Shaking your head quickly, you moved back to the bed. You let one hand caress his cheek and he leaned into the touch, eyes soft and bleary from sleep. âI donât regret it at all, Min. I had the best time. I just⌠I need to get home, and see Hyunnie and Lix, you know? But, umâŚâ You felt awkward, anxious again. One look at Minho convinced you that you didnât have to be. âI want to see you both again. Is that⌠a little weird? I just, I really enjoyed, and I-â
âAbsolutely,â Minho agreed. He moved to sit closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. âGive me your phone.â
You blinked. Where was it? Digging through your uniform, you found it tucked into one of the inside pockets of the skirt, and you triumphantly handed it to him. You watched him make two contact names, and send both a quick âhiâ text so that they had your number, too. It was still shocking. You couldnât quite believe it. Could you be greedy, and have both? Jisung was still asleep and snoring, and you found yourself smiling at him. He was bundled up in the blanket like a little burrito.
Minho handed your phone back, kissing your forehead. âLet me know when you get home safe.â
You practically ran out of the house, in all honesty. You were still dressed in Minhoâs clothes, and once youâd slid your shoes back on, you started to walk back to your own home. You were pretty sure it wasnât a long walk, and it wasnât, all things considered - you were back home within five minutes, and you swung the door open.
Wait. It was unlocked? It was unlocked the whole night, while youâd been out acting like a fucking celebrity, and now someone had probably broken in, and-
You tiptoed into the living room, almost terrified, and then you saw Hyunjin and Felix. Both were eating cup noodles, staring at the TV where some random drama was on. Do hangovers just not exist for those two? Why hadnât they even text, to see how you were? What the fuck was wrong with them?
âYouâre home!â Felix said, cheerful as always. You furrowed your eyebrows, staring between the two. They have their own homes. Why were they there? They were showered, wet hair visible and with fresh clothes on. Your clothes, you noted. The t-shirt was a little too tight on Hyunjinâs shoulders.
âWhy arenât you at your own fucking houses, guys?â You scoffed, sprawling on the sofa. Your head landed on Hyunjinâs lap, and he spoonfed you a serving of noodles. You chewed it happily. You did love them, deep down.
âYouâre confident after last night,â He mused. With his spare hand, he yanked down your - no, Minhoâs t-shirt, and you were too slow to stop him from seeing it. Bright as day, the mark that Jisung had sucked into your skin was darkening as the time went on, a perfect giveaway of what youâd been up to the night before. âOh my God. Felix, look!â
Felix leaned over, the three of you intertwined like a pretzel, and then his jaw dropped. âOh my God. Who- which one was that?!â
You felt almost smug as you sat up, pulling the t-shirt back into place. âThat was Jisung.â
Hyunjin gasped. Felix was grinning, wide and blinding. âThat leads me to believe you may have had fun with both of them, right?â Hyunjin giggled, poking at your side. You scoffed, kicking him in the leg.
That brought back your anxiety, however. Youâd had fun with both of them, made out with both of them, and they were both fucking gorgeous and so, so kind to you. They both seemed interested. They had to be, or why would they both kiss you? âUm⌠Yeah, I did, but⌠I want to see them both again. I canât, though, like⌠itâs not logical.â
Felix tilted his head to the side. âWhy not, sweetie?â
âBecause thereâs two of them? Like, what kind of a question is that-â
âWhat kind of a person are you if youâve never heard of polyamory?â Hyunjin berated you through a mouthful of noodles. Your eyebrows raised in shock. He had a point. That had never even crossed your mind. âI mean, they have their own thing going on. Theyâre soulmates, everyone knows that.â
âBut.. theyâre not together. Sungie told me it was just a no-strings-attached type of thing-â
âSungie?!â Felix squealed. âThatâs so- so cute!â
Hyunjin glared at Felix, trying to get him to shut up so he could speak. âTheyâre soulmates, but theyâre not together. Itâs like best friend soulmates, except they make out and fuck sometimes. It makes sense for them both wanting to date the same girl is what Iâm saying,â Hyunjin shrugged as if youâd thought of this before. You felt dumb. Why hadnât you thought of that, actually? âThe gameâs tonight, too. Youâll see them again.â
âSo⌠I should go for it?â You asked, feeling slightly insecure. Youâd gone for it last night, and nothing ended badly. Could you do it again, though?
âAbsolutely,â They both agreed, literally at the same time. You sighed, before nodding. You could do this. But youâd forgotten to text Minho, so that had to happen first.
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[11:31am] Minho: Looking forward to seeing your ass in that skirt again tonight.
That text had been running circles in your head all day. Felix and Hyunjin had screamed when you showed them what heâd said. If anyone asked, youâd never admit that youâd put on some nice pink lace underwear underneath your skirt just in case. You felt a blush spread across your face as you reread his text.
A feeling of anticipation spread through you as you waited for the game to start. Cheerleaders were meant to take to the field first, and then the footballers would come on afterwards. It wasnât a serious game, just one of the preliminary ones against another university team that could be considered as amateur. You could still feel your heart rate picking up as you all flooded onto the field, Felix dragging you along with his arm wrapped around yours comfortingly. The pom poms were literally almost slipping from your hands with how nervous you were, clammy and hot under the stadium lights.
As it wasnât a serious game, the stands werenât that full, which made you feel a little more relaxed. Jihyo had chosen this game for you to start for a reason, clearly. You were still yet to get used to having eyes on you, eagerly awaiting a cheer to sprout from your mouth. It was anything but ideal, and you would have rather been anywhere else at that moment.
Thankfully, your cheer routine to introduce the game went without a hitch and Hyunjin high fived you afterwards. When the subsequent clapping and cheers from the stalls died down, you nervously anticipated the footballersâ arrivals. They were like kings in your university, after all, and now youâd found yourself embroiled in something sexy and almost⌠heartfelt with two of them. You felt a little bit silly. You were definitely reading too much into things too quick.
Then, the captain arrived. Chan was someone you were vaguely familiar with, since he was extremely close with Hyunjin and youâd actually seen him the night before. He didnât spare any of you a second glance as he bounced onto the field, the cheers starting back up again, but you hadnât expected anything different. In all honesty, youâd expected Jisung and Minho to ignore you all, too, because it was game time. They needed to have their game faces on, quite literally. Waving at the cheerleaders would distract from that.
You could literally hear Felix and Hyunjin both snickering at you as your two love interests bounded onto the field. You elbowed them both sharply, making Hyunjin groan and attempt to fight back before Felix was yanking him back by his hair.
Surprisingly, Jisung halted on his journey across the field. He was almost directly in front of you. You stared at him with a confused expression while he used his hand to cover the massive lights dotted around the university stadium, spinning around in a circle until he saw you. Your expression quickly morphed into shock as he dropped his helmet on the floor, grabbing Minho by the arm and bounded over to you.
âYou left before I woke up,â He pouted, out of breath from running. Minho was just snickering beside him, arms crossed over his chest with his red helmet still in hand. You gaped, jaw dropped.
âI- Jisung, you have a game to play,â You hissed, pom poms now dangerously close to slipping from your sweaty hands. Jisung simply laughed, inching closer to you.
âDonât care. Can I come over after the game? Minhoâs busy with an assignment, heâs such a smarty pants,â Jisung reeled off statements, each one as quick as the last one. Minho just watched him, staring at you both with an amused look. You just stood there, staring at Jisung. Felix and Hyunjin were giggling. You could hear them. Pricks. Everyone on the stalls had started to murmur amongst themselves, wondering why two of the star players were talking to some random cheerleader. âOh my God, I know Iâm being weird but stop staring at me. I promise Iâll shower before I come over.â
âJisung! Yes, you can come over but people are starting to stare, please go to your team-â
âAlright! See you later,â In the most shocking turn of events to date, in all of history actually, was that Jisung pressed a sweet peck to your lips and skipped back to his team. That was bad enough. What made matters even worse was Minho kissing you, too, just as chaste as Jisungâs kiss. He ruffled your hair and followed Jisung off to the other end of the field.
âWell, that answers our question,â Felix said, resting his head on your shoulder. âYouâre all dating.â
Hyunjin swatted Felix, still staring in the direction of Minho and Jisung. âDonât say that. They need to actually ask her first. Sheâs not settling for less than that, you know?â
Unsurprisingly, the boys won. Minho and Jisung were grinning at you when the score was official, 22-16 to your university. You watched wordlessly as they bounced towards the locker room, everyone cheering and slapping each other on the backs. You knew what would happen now. Jisung would shower, and then heâd wait for you outside for you to get changed, too.
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âI got loads of sweets from the vending machine,â Jisung babbled once you reached your front door. You had wondered what the plastic carrier bag in his hand was, slapping off of his jogger-clad leg while you walked home. âI wanted to show you this super cool documentary I found. Itâs about this really small cat, but itâs really brave. Minho liked it.â
He was so fucking endearing. He was still going on about the documentary as you just smiled and nodded, leading him to your room. Your room was slightly embarrassing, something you noted as he stepped inside of it. It was very pink, very girly and the double bed had multiple cute pillows scattered all over it. He picked up a heart shaped one anyway, sprawling on the bed with it clutched tightly to his chest.
âSo,â you began, throwing yourself onto his bed next to him. You were glad youâd taken comfortable clothes to change in after the game - you still had the nice underwear on, yâknow, just in case. âTell me more about this little cat.â
âOh my God,â Jisung gushed, thrashing around as if he couldnât handle how cute the cat was. You giggled, grabbing his arm to stabilise him. âItâs this little cat. He's so tiny, but heâs really brave. Heâs all spotty too, like a little leopard. Heâs so cute but heâs really daring. It- it kind of-â Jisung trailed off, staring at the wall.
He was getting shy. You rubbed your hand over his arm, smiling softly. âKind of what, Sungie?â
âKind of reminded me of you,â Jisung mumbled. His hands clenched around the pillow. âLike, it was really cute, but so brave. I showed it to Minho this morning, and - he agreed. Itâs like you. Youâre so brave, and cute, and youâre quite small, too. Smaller than us, I mean. You were really brave last night. I could tell youâre kinda shy, but you still spoke to us, and opened up to us. It was nice to see. Iâm- Iâm interested in you. I like you, I guess, we both do. I know itâs early, but-â
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was wide-eyed, fingers tight on the pillow. You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his. âI am shy. But I donât feel that shy around you and Min, because⌠I guess I like you too. I enjoyed last night way too much to be healthy. It is early, but Iâve decided I donât care.â
âYay,â Jisung mumbled, and then he was kissing you again. He threw the pillow to the side, hands enveloping in your hair and pulling you closer. Kissing Jisung was like heaven. It just felt right, and it felt like a reward both times youâd done it. You wanted to do it a lot more. When your thigh shifted to get closer to him, to feel him more, you felt a solid obtrusion in your way. You blinked, forehead against his so you could stare down at his pants.
âYouâre hard..?â You questioned, staring at the sizable tent in Jisungâs trousers. He blushed crimson at your statement, and yanked on his trousers to try and cover it.
âYeah, Iâm hard because youâre fucking hot,â He mumbled, looking up at you with dark, round eyes. You tilted your head, confused.
âIâm⌠hot?â
âYouâre even hotter because you donât know it!â He huffed, finally giving up on hiding it. He sprawled back against your bedsheets, hair fanned around his head. Now that heâd stopped moving, you could really look at it. It was clearly hard, length pressed tightly against his joggers and a spot of precum leaking through onto the grey fabric. âI came over just to talk to you, just to chill and tell you about that cute cat, and now⌠my dick is fucking hard.â He sounded distraught, and you giggled. Time to bite the bullet, yet again.
âWant me to help?â You asked, shifting so that you were on top of his lap. He jolted, hands coming to grab your hips with wide eyes. He moved so that he was leaning up against your pillows, and his t-shirt rose a little with the movement, exposing that delicious honey toned skin. Your eyes were fixated on it immediately. âI want⌠I want to fuck you, so bad. I can ride you. If you want.â
Jisung huffed again, blowing hair out of his face with the puff of air. âWe canât. Minho will want to be here the first time all three of us fuck properly.â
âOh?â That was cute, actually. It was nice knowing that he did like you as much as you liked him, this quick, after just one night of chatting and making out. You were all down bad, all three of you. âI can jerk you off though, right?â You were talking a lot of smack for someone whoâd never actually jerked off a guy before.
âOh God, yes, please,â He whimpered, and you rolled your hips down on top of him teasingly. It made him gasp, before he was pushing you off, yanking his joggers down impatiently. You almost choked on air in shock - no wonder you could see everything, the fucker had gone commando after his post-game shower. He gripped his cock, a tight ring around the base as if to show you just how hard it was. When you looked at him, now positioned on his thighs, his eyes were watery and pleading.
âI⌠Iâve never done this before, so youâll have to guide me. Tell me what you like, âkay?â You ordered, and Jisung nodded, releasing his cock so you could grab it yourself. The head peeked out from beneath his foreskin, wet with precum and dripping onto the smattering of pitch black hair at his base. It was thick, not overly long but a perfect length, actually. It had you dripping into your nice panties, and you internally grimaced. Theyâd be ruined after this. You wanted him to see the effect he had on you, and you gripped his shaft tightly, pumping experimentally.
âOh,â Jisung whined, âtighter around the head. And- and, please, spit on it, make it wet, I-â You obliged, spitting on the head and wrapping your fingers around it just a bit tighter. It was noisy after that, making a slick noise every time you got to the head and pulled a bit more. His hips were kicking up, fucking up into your fist as he let out unabashed whines.
âYou sound so pretty,â You admitted, kissing his cheek. He managed to catch you in a kiss, whimpering as your tongue swiped over his. His eyes were even glassier when you pulled back, clear tears adorning the dark chocolate colour. âI want to fuck you so bad, Jisung.â
âYeah? You do?â Jisung asked, his hands reaching out to grab your wrist firmly. You barely managed to continue pumping past his tight grip, grinning when you saw the head of his cock get wetter. You gasped as you felt his grip on your wrist tighten even more, the pleasure-pain radiating through your body. You felt an electric shock when you felt his breath on your neck, his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses as you continued to pump his erection. You watched his thighs clench, partially obscured by the fabric caught beneath you, and his eyes shut as he let out an incoherent moan. âIâm- gettinâ there. Gonna cum soon, gonna-â
It was sloppy and messy, but you didnât care. You felt yourself getting wetter the more you pumped, and Jisung moaned in response. His thighs clenched and unclenched as he got closer and closer to orgasm, and you knew he was about to cum. All of a sudden, you had a wanting inside of you to taste his cock, and you shifted down his legs to engulf the head in your mouth. It had a slight salty taste, not unpleasant but unfamiliar. The look on Jisungâs face was worth it. His eyes were wide, jaw dropped as you swirled the tongue over his head.
âOh, yeah, look at me,â You obliged, looking up with doe eyes as you sucked harshly on his cockhead. You used your hand to continue pumping, and as if it was unexpected, he gasped and let out a loud whine. âSo beautiful, what the fuck? I canât handle it- oh. Oh, Iâm cumming-â
The taste flooded your mouth, hot cum hitting your tastebuds. Again, it wasnât unpleasant, just unfamiliar. You had many plans to get used to the taste. Jisungâs hand clutched your head as he writhed throughout his orgasm, deep sighs and pants coming from his lips. You ran your tongue around him one more time, before pulling off and smiling at him.
âJeez, that was- what? You swallowed?â You nodded. Were you not meant to? You thought you were. Jisung whined, covering his face with his hands. âThatâs so sexy. Youâre so sexy. Can I eat you out, please?â
âIs that⌠will Minho be okay with that?â You replied, but you still let Jisung push you back into your sheets. Jisung nodded, yanking down your trousers. Youâd almost forgotten about the underwear. The second delicate, pink lace met Jisungâs eye, his jaw dropped, and he was gasping as if heâd only just finished his match.
âIs it⌠does it match?â Jisung asked, and you nodded. You hesitantly grabbed your shirt, yanking it up to show the pink balcony bra that matched your thong. Jisung looked like heâd seen God, eyes wide and almost comical with the way his soft cock was pressed against the sheets. He was looking at you like you hung the fucking moon. âI gotta FaceTime Minho. Can I? Heâs gonna fucking die if I show him this.â
âWoah-â You jolted as Jisung reached over, grabbing his phone from the joggers at the end of the bed. You got a nice view of his ass as he bent over, peachy and with a cute little hole begging to be teased. Okay. Youâd need to address that mentally later. âYou can call him, but isnât he working?â
âYeah, but heâll wanna see this,â Jisung mumbled. You watched him flick through contacts until he was phoning the other counterpart to your love triad, and it only took two rings for Minho to answer. âMinho. Look.â
You wanted to hide, exposed with your top pulled up above your tits and your core clenching around nothing. Jisung hadnât even given Minho a chance to speak, but you could hear Minhoâs sharp inhale of breath through the phone.
âYou better not have fucked her, Sungie.â
âNo, he- we didnât have sex, Min, promise,â You said, urgently trying to make sure the other man wasnât angry at you. Jisung flipped the camera around again, nodding solemnly at him. âHe- he wants to, umâŚâ
âI wanna eat her out, and Iâm going to. You wanna see, hyung?â Jisung was cocky when he said it, waiting for Minhoâs reply with a raised eyebrow. You were baffled - you couldâve sworn youâd never heard Jisung address Minho like that. Perhaps it was only a bedroom thing? Minho obviously gave his affirmation to seeing you, because Jisung handed you the phone. You were kind of hazy from the whole conversation, and you looked confusedly at the camera when it showed you and not Jisung settling between your legs.
âHey, gorgeous. You look tasty,â You giggled at Minhoâs words. He had glasses perched on his nose and his hair was pushed back, a casual grey hoodie over his shoulders. He was so fucking cute. âWanna turn the camera so I can see Sungie eating that pussy?â
âMm, yeah, okay,â Jisung was nosing over your underwear when you flipped the camera around, and you obediently kept it at an angle where Minho could see your tummy and your lace-covered core. He groaned when his eyes focused on the expanse of your skin, soft under the lighting of your bedroom.
âSungieâs really good with his tongue, gorgeous,â Minho said, and you hummed. Youâd never been eaten out before and you were on edge, thighs shaking. On Jisungâs phone, you could see where the camera had started to shake from your nerves and Minhoâs hand had crept into his trousers.
âMin, I wanna see you,â You groaned, head falling back against your pillows. Jisung snickered between your legs, and then he was hooking his thumbs into your underwear, pulling them down. Minho shook his head, groaning at the sight of your swollen clit pressing against Jisungâs lips.
âYou can see me another time, I need to see that pussy. Is she wet, Sungie?â
Jisung ran his tongue through your folds and you jolted, legs automatically spreading wider. The sensation was so intimate, so personal and so fucking hot. âSheâs fuckinâ soaked, hyung. Tastes amazing,â Jisung murmured. Then, like a man starved, he was diving into your folds. His tongue drew zigzags along your slit, licking up the accumulated slick and letting it lube your clit when he got to it. Pouty lips wrapped around the little button and sucked hard, and you whined, hips bucking into his mouth.
âHeâs good, isnât he?â Minho asked, and you hummed, eyes fixated on the mop of dark hair between your legs. Jisung looked up at you, eyes round and blown with lust, and you felt yourself gush onto his tongue. Minho groaned, clearly feeling the effects of seeing Jisungâs eyes so dark. âTell me how it feels, jagi. I want to know what heâs doing.â
Jagi? Oh God, you could die. âItâs- heâs licking my, um, hole, and then heâs licking my clit, and itâs- ah, âs so good, so good, never had this before, I-â
âNo oneâs ever eaten that sloppy cunt before?â Minho questioned, and you moaned, letting out a small confirmation. Jisung was ravenous, head bobbing as he let you ride his tongue with the bucks of your hips. âThatâs a shame, jagi. Youâve got us now, yeah? Jisung loves eating pussy.â
âI do,â Jisung added, pulling away. Then, two fingers breached your entrance and Jisung was curling them up, rubbing right against your g-spot. You hadnât even managed to reach this spot when you were alone, let alone with the one guy youâd slept with, and you let out a squeal, almost dropping the phone. Jisung hissed, kitten licking over your clit. âThis pussyâs tight, hyung.â
âYeah?â Minhoâs voice was strained all of a sudden, and you watched as he threw his head back against his computer chair. âI canât wait to fuck you, jagi. I canât wait to fuck you, and Iâm gonna- gonna fuck you raw, and-â
âOh my God, Iâm gonna cum if you keep talking,â You whined, thrashing around on Jisungâs fingers. He didnât pump his fingers, only rubbing his fingertips against your g-spot and sucking over your clit. It was like he knew your body, playing it like it was an instrument until it made the most beautiful noise.
Minho groaned, and Jisung had the biggest grin on his face as he watched you get closer to your climax. âYeah? You like the idea of me fucking you raw? Maybe- maybe Iâll fucking breed that cunt, yeah?â
âYouâre kinda dirty, yâknow, about to cum to the idea of hyung breeding you,â Jisung mumbled, but the look on his face signified he knew what he was doing. You clenched on his fingers and let out a stuttered breath, just balancing precariously on the edge of your orgasm. âMaybe Iâll fuck you raw too. Then you can have both of our loads dripping out of this cunt, yeah?â
That did it for you. The idea of them both taking you raw, fucking you until their cum spurts inside of you, both loads of cum - you wailed, sent headfirst into your orgasm. You had stars dancing all over your clenched shut eyes, the arousal leaking over Jisungâs fingers in the most powerful orgasm youâd ever had, including when youâd make yourself cum. Oh, well. Youâd just have to come back for more.
When you opened your eyes, Jisung slid his fingers out of you with a wet noise, popping them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Heavy breathing directed your attention to Minho who still sat on the call, but now with his chest heaving and cum splattered on his hoodie. He grimaced, looking down at the fabric.
âOh, no,â Jisung whined, staring up at you. You raised an eyebrow in question. âI didnât even get to take your bra off!â
You giggled, kicking him playfully. âAre you a boob guy, Sungie?â
âYes! Minho likes ass, I like tits. Thatâs why you need us both.â
You rolled your eyes. âI guess I canât argue with that reasoning.â
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Your life was turning out to be a fairytale.
You hadnât seen the boys for a week at that point, the night of yet another party. You insisted you werenât going, but of course Hyunjin was Hyunjin and had roped you into the tightest skirt you owned and made you come. It was only made relatively comfortable by the fact you, Minho and Jisung had been texting in your recently made groupchat, and theyâd be attending the party too. You could hopefully sneak away from the party with them, since you knew it wasnât Jisungâs preferred scene either.
You pulled at the hem of the skirt, reminding you of the way you had behaved the night you first met your love interests. Hyunjin swatted your hands away this time, and Felix threw a pair of fishnet tights at your head.
âPut these on,â He commanded you. âMinho will go insane.â
He did, when youâd arrived. Felix and Hyunjin had made a beeline for the kitchen when you got to the massive house - which you now knew was Minho and Jisungâs, along with the rest of the football team. Youâd wanted to psych yourself up a bit, get yourself ready to see the boys, but youâd come face to face with them as soon as youâd entered the room.
âOh,â Jisung blurted, eyes trained directly on your thighs. Minho was engrossed in conversation with Chan, but when Jisung grabbed him by the arm to turn him towards you, his jaw dropped. His eyes scanned down your body, completely bypassing the skirt and fixating on your semi-exposed legs.
It had you staring at him, too. You had Jisung in a sexual context, but you were yet to see what was hidden between Minhoâs legs. They were both dressed in tight leather trousers, Jisung pairing his with a sleeveless black blazer and nothing underneath. Minho, however, was in a sleeveless khaki tank top, and you thought your heart had stopped. You needed to take it off. He looked built underneath, now that you werenât seeing him in his baggy football jersey or a comfy t-shirt.
âOh,â You returned Jisungâs statement. Minho had tits, built pecs that deserved your teeth sinking into them. You couldnât believe you were being such a pervert, but when you finally looked up at Minhoâs face, he was smirking.
Jisung giggled. âOkay! I think we need to get you two upstairs. Lovely to see you, Hyunjin, Felix,â You watched Jisung nod at the two in greeting. The two bastards you called best friends were grinning, elbowing each other in glee as Jisung linked arms with you and Minho. You let yourself be dragged upstairs, and it took everything in you not to fall over drooling at the sight of Minhoâs thighs in those tight trousers. When you arrived at their shared room, Jisung shut the door behind you, before staring at you and Minho with an incriminating look. âAre you two in fucking heat or something? Like, damn- oh. Okay.â
He was cut off by Minho throwing you against the wall, one hand yanking your hair back to force his tongue into your mouth. You whined, letting him dominate your lips with his own, and your hands came up to grip his biceps.
When he pulled away, you chased his lips only for him to reach up with one hand and wrap it around your throat, pinning you back to the wall. âPlease tell me youâre going to fuck me,â You huffed, eyes flickering to Jisung. âBoth of you. I havenât drank anything, you stole me before I could.â
âPlease donât tell me youâre a brat,â Minho retorted, his nose nuzzling against yours as if he was about to kiss you again. He didnât, only a teasing brush of his lips. âIâve already got one bonafide brat to deal with.â
Jisung gasped. âHey!â
Minho shrugged. âItâs true,â His eyes turned back to you, blown with lust. You could see his erection pressed against his pants, and you fixated on it, licking your lips. He chuckled. âAlright, gorgeous. Iâll be nice to you today. Get on the bed.â
You blinked, moving over to the makeshift bed. Theyâd pushed them together again, and you werenât sure if theyâd just left them like that after last time or if theyâd done it tonight. Either way, you were pleased at the idea of you all curling up and sleeping together again.
âSungie, câmere,â Minho mumbled, and then in a scene that could have only come from your wet dreams, he was kissing Jisung. His hand was on the back of his head, and the other rested on his waist, pulling him close to kiss him deep and hard. It was filthy, and you squirmed against the sheets, pouting. You wanted to kiss Jisung too.
âMe next,â You blurted. Jisung pulled away, giggling, and then he was climbing onto the bed to loom over you.
âGreedy. I told you I like it when youâre bold, âs so sexy,â His lips met yours with a wet noise, tongue automatically pushing into your mouth. The way Jisung kissed always enraptured you - dirty, filthy and open mouthed always, whereas Minho was more precise. You liked the way they balanced eachother out.
âSungie, you can fuck her first. I want to find out what she likes,â Minho commanded, joining the two of you on the bed. He managed to position you so your back was to his chest, and Jisung was in between your legs, crotch pressing against yours in those fucking leather pants. âIâm guessing you like me talking to you, gorgeous.â
âYeah, âs hot,â You replied, shifting so your hips grinded up against Jisungâs bulge. Jisung sighed, moving to join you in the teasing push and pull. His shaft brushed up against your clit, and you could feel everything from his base to his cockhead. Even just dry humping him felt fucking delicious.
âShe likes the idea of being filled up with cum,â Jisung contributed, his lips moving to suck marks into your skin again. He seemed to love doing that.
âMy question is, do you like it rough? Would you want me to slap you around a bit, hurt you?â Minho said. His lips were brushing against your earlobe and you whined, bucking up into Jisung sharply.
âI dunno- I dunno, Iâve never tried it,â You admitted, and Minho hummed. Then, with a swift move, his hand was coming down to smack sharply onto your thigh through your fishnets. You gasped, and a gush of wetness flooded your panties. âOh.â
âShe liked that, I fucking felt it,â Jisung mumbled, hair floppy over his eyes. His lips were wet, and you grabbed his head and traced the pouty flesh with your tongue. His hands went up to your top, pushing it up and exposing your bra to both of the boys. Minho was helpful in unclasping it and dropping it from your shoulders. You felt like a doll, lying there surrounded by them both while they touched you all over. It was worth it for the look on Jisungâs face when he saw your tits, and then he was sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
You were so on edge it didnât take long for you to babble. âOh, fucking God- Ji, Sungie, harder, suck harder, bite them-â
âBite them?â Minho scoffed. âYou do like pain, huh?â
Jisungâs teeth nipped at your bud teasingly, and you squealed, chest arching to meet his mouth. He pulled away, grabbing both tits in his hand and burying his face in between them. âThese are magnificent.â
âIâm really happy for you that you like them, Sungie, but I think she might die if she doesnât get anything inside that cunt soon,â Minho sighed, and you wanted to kiss him in gratitude. You really were about to die.
Jisung nodded obediently, and then he was giving Minho another chaste kiss before inching your skirt up your legs. He struggled with the tight material of it, before he finally got it situated at your waist, and then he couldnât get the fishnets down. He was struggling, you could see that, and Minho reached over with a sigh and positively ripped the fishnets open.
âJesus, Minho! They were Felixâs!â Minho shrugged, and then he took the extra, most annoying step and ripped the lace of your panties open, too. Jisung sat there slack jawed, palming his erection over his tight trousers when your pussy was revealed to him, glistening wet in the light.
âYouâre soaking, my baby,â Jisung murmured, eyes fixated on your folds. You wiggled eagerly, making Minho pin your hips down. âDo you want my cock?â
âYes! Wanâ it, wanted it since I saw it,â You whimpered, and Jisung grinned. You watched as he yanked his blazer off, revealing that tiny waist, and then you moaned when he pulled his trousers down and his cock sprang out. It was leaking for you once again, hard as a rock and he pumped it twice, moaning. âStop teasing, Jisung.â
Minho leaned over, running two fingers through your slit before humming. âJisung, fuck her. She doesnât need any prep.â
âYou sure, hyung?â Jisung looked at him with wide eyes. âI donât want to hurt her.â
The way they were talking about you like you werenât even there had more arousal burning in your gut. Minho just grinned, pinching your thigh again just to hear you squeak. âIâm pretty sure the pain will only make it better for her.â
Jisung nodded, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your entrance. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and he teasingly rubbed his cock against your slit a few times. âYou still want it raw?â
âPlease, oh my God,â You simpered, whining as his tip breached your hole. It was a stretch, but you loved the feeling of it, the large vein on his cock providing the best friction youâd ever felt. The hair on his pubic mound grazed your clit once youâd bottomed out and you gripped Minhoâs forearms from where he sat behind you.
Jisung immediately started thrusting feverishly, his hair hanging over his eyes as he felt your drippy hole clench around him. You could feel yourself gushing, covering his pubic hair and his shaft with an embarrassing amount of wetness. You whined when Minho pinched your nipples, his chuckle shaking his chest where it pressed against you.
âLook at my greedy kitties, huh?â Minho cooed. Jisung whined in response, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. You arched your back, trying to get more friction on your tits. âFucking each other so desperately like that. Itâs so fucking cute. Should I play with these?â He brushed his fingers over your nipples again, and you nodded eagerly, jolting when his fingers pinched the buds meanly.
âHyung, âs so wet, oh my fucking God,â Jisungâs voice was high pitched, his eyes rolling back into his head. âYouâre gonna fucking die when you get inside, I canât- canât handle it, I-â
âI think youâve driven him pussy drunk, kitty,â Minho mumbled in your ear, making you giggle. âIs it good for you?â
âHnng, yeah, he feels so thick,â You were sure you had a permanent, blissed smile on your face while you let yourself get fucked up into Minho. Minho grinned back at you, kissing your hairline. Jisung was drooling into your neck now, thrusts uneven but still feeling so, so good inside of you. âMm, I want it deeper, please, Ji.â
âD-Deeper? Yeah, yeah, Iâve got you baby,â He nodded, pushing your legs up against your chest. âHyung, hold âem. Please.â The âpleaseâ seemed like it was added as an afterthought, but Minho chuckled and held your legs up anyway. You felt a bit disappointed his hands werenât on your tits anymore, but when Jisung began to thrust again, it hit your g-spot incessantly with his quick pace. You whined, throwing your head back against Minho. The jolt of ecstasy that youâd felt when Minho slapped you was something you were absolutely desperate to feel again, however.
âI- I wanna be slapped again, please, Min-â
âMy hands are busy, filthy girl,â Minho hummed. âJisung. Slap her across the face.â
âThe- the face?! Hyung, oh my God-â Jisung looked wide eyed between you and Minho, but you didnât miss the way his hands tightened on the bed sheets next to you.
âSlap me, Sungie, please. Câmon, I know youâve got it in you, I know you want to-â You were cut off with Jisungâs hand raising and slapping you clean across the cheek, and then you were cumming. You gushed around Jisungâs cock, wondering why it felt so, so wet all of a sudden, and Jisung let out a deep moan.
âYou are a fucking menace. Greedy, filthy, oh my God, squirted all over my cock, like what the fuck?â Jisung whined, and you lifted your head up, looking down. You had, actually, and youâd had no idea. âIâm going to cum. âS too wet now, hyung, Iâm gonna cum.â
âCum then,â Minho sighed. âBut you better be eating that cum straight out of her pussy and letting her taste.â
You whined, nodding, and then Jisung was cumming. His hips stalled as he came, one long, drawn out moan falling from his pouty lips. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you looked up at Jisung with doe eyes. He pulled out, his cock softening, and you expected Minho to let go of your legs - he held you further up, instead, baring your gushing hole to Jisungâs mouth when he shifted down to stare at it.
Then, his tongue was licking through your hole with intensity, scooping up his own cum and holding it in his mouth. He leaned over you, and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to accept the mixed flavours of you and him. It was so fucking dirty, but you could feel your pussy getting wet all over again. Just when you thought you were meant to swallow, Minho was pulling you back by your jaw and kissing you filthily, swallowing the taste of yours and Jisungâs cum. You moaned, shifting to move onto Minhoâs lap and straddle those beautiful fucking thighs.
âNeed you, now,â You murmured against his lips, licking along the seam of them. Minho smirked, before he was pulling your head back by your hair.
âI think I decide what you fucking need, donât I?â He replied, eyes dark and staring into yours. Jisung snickered from next to you, sprawled leisurely and with a now-hard cock again. What the fuck? Did his refractory period not exist, or?
âYouâre in for it,â Jisung chirped, and you blinked hazily.
âAre you going to be mean to me, Min? Havenât even seen your cock yet,â You pouted, and Minho laughed, shoulders shaking. That answered your question.
âWhy donât you take it out then? Have a look at it, kitty,â He laid back, and you nodded. You felt a little silly, fishnets ripped all over, tits out and your skirt in a strip of fabric around your waist, but you didnât care. Minho was looking at you like you were the best meal heâd ever seen. You shifted backwards, undoing his trousers and trying to yank them down his thick thighs.
Woah. That was the first thing you thought, looking down at the massive bulge in plain black boxers with a small amount of precum leaking through. Fucking big. Thick. You wanted to make grabby hands and throw a tantrum, but you held onto the last bit of dignity you had and pulled his length out of his underwear. Fuck. His shaft was flushed, long and thick, with a perfectly shaped mushroom head leaking small pearlescent drops all the way down onto the shaft. The dark, coarse hair was perfectly trimmed above his length as if he'd planned this. How could his cock be pretty too? No wonder he walked with such an air of confidence.
âIâm gâna sit on it,â You blurted, staring at his length. Jisung chuckled, and when you turned to him, he was pumping his cock again. Seriously, what the fuck?
âYouâre going to do what I fucking tell you to do, kitty. Face down, ass up. Put your head by Jisung, câmon,â Minho commanded you. When you moved to get up, you watched him rip the rest of his trousers off and pull his vest top off, exposing the expanse of his body. He was ethereal - dusky pink nipples on built pecs, and his arms were so fucking big when paired with the rest of his slight frame.
You flipped over nonetheless, trying to calm the panting breaths flooding from your lungs. Jisung spread his legs and let you rest your head on his thigh, only a few inches from his cock. Oh. Thatâs why Minho wanted you like this. Jisung grinned down at you, and when you tried to get his cock in your mouth, you were alarmed by the sensation of Minhoâs cock pressed against your hole.
âReady for me, kitty? Are you ready for me to breed this slutty fucking hole? I am going to be a little mean to you, you know,â Minho said, his tone low. You nodded, nuzzling against Jisungâs thigh affectionately. He returned it with a soft scratch to your scalp, one hand still pumping his cock. You watched the muscles of his tummy clench as he did so, humming in appreciation. They were both so sexy.
âGive it to me, Min, I can take it,â You murmured, and then he was bottoming out. He was longer than Jisung, hitting your g-spot with minimum effort from the position you were in, and you whined out, legs thrashing.
âI thought you could take it,â Minho scoffed. âYouâre talking big for someone with such a tiny little fucking hole, huh?â
âI can take it-â
âOccupy your mouth with something else instead,â He interrupted you, and then he pointed at Jisung. âI donât want to hear you whining, either. Legs up.â
Jisungâs eyes went wide. âHyung-?â
âDo you want to make your Sungie feel good, kitty? Itâs not fair he has to jerk off while watching his two loves fuck, right?â Minho cooed. His hips were slapping against your ass, making you gush and moan around him. You hated the way he sounded so unaffected while you were struggling to put sentences together. âThere is something he really likes.â
âYeah, y-yeah, I wanna make him feel good-â
Minho rewarded you with a slap to your ass, before yanking your head up by your hair. âJisung. Legs up.â
Jisung obliged, pulling his legs up and apart. From this angle, you could see his hole, fluttering around nothing. It was as if he realised what Minho was planning the same second you did. âOh, a-are you gonna lick me there, baby?â
âMm, I want to,â You moaned, trying to escape Minhoâs firm grip on your hair. âMin, can I?â
âGood kitty for asking,â He dropped your hair, moving his hand underneath you to rub your clit in precise circles. It heightened the pleasure tenfold, and you gasped, pushing your hips back against him. âThatâs it. Fuck your hips back on my cock and lick his hole, fucking slut. Our slut, yeah?â
âYour slut, both of you,â You confirmed, nodding, before your head was delving between Jisungâs legs. He squealed as soon as you licked over his hole, something youâd wanted to do since you saw him grab his phone in your room. You let your ass bounce on Minhoâs cock, his hand slapping your flesh every now and again and the other massaging your clit.
You realised very soon that you were going to cum for the second time, and you broke away from Jisungâs ass to look at Minho with pleading eyes. âPlease, please, Min, mâclose, need itâŚâ
âWhat do you need, kitty? Do you need more?â Minho asked. You nodded, laving your tongue over Jisungâs balls and making him whine. You felt his hand move from your asscheek to trace his thumb around your second hole, making you jolt, until you were closing your eyes in anticipation. Minho chuckled. âOh. You want this?â
âI- Iâve neverâŚâ
âItâs fuckinâ amazing. Hyung, finger her ass. Sheâll love it,â Jisung contributed, and when you looked at him, his hand was pumping his cock again. You let your head delve down to lick over his asshole once more, with renewed fervour this time, and you giggled when Jisung moaned loudly. You were glad the party was still going on, music drowning out any noises that could fizzle from the room.
Minho slid his thumb into your ass, and you felt your legs tremble. Being filled like this was insane, his cock still bullying into your pussy and you couldnât help but imagine it being the both of them - Jisung in your pussy, Minho in your ass, or vice versa.
âGod, weâll have to both fuck your holes at some point,â Minho grunted. The noises from your pussy were erotic, slapping wet noises and keens coming from your mouth, too. âThat ass looks so fucking tight. Would you like that?â
You nodded, whining. âI want you both to cum in both holes, fill me up- oh, oh my God, Iâm gonna cum, Min!â
âAh, really? You want one of us in each hole? Thatâs fucking dirty, kitty,â Minhoâs hand slapped your clit, one, two, three times, making you gasp and lean upwards to suck on Jisungâs cock. It made him jolt, and he pushed it into your mouth, groaning with a tight grip on your hair. âCâmon, then. I think you deserve to cum. Youâve been such a good girl, taking my cock like this, huh?â
You let yourself pop off of Jisungâs length, drooling on the tip. âT-Thank you! Thank you, Min, Iâm gonna cum so hard, for you, for you both-â The orgasm exploded in a more full-body sensation than your last one, but you could feel your wetness leaking all down Minhoâs shaft. It still pistoned in and out of you, lengthening your orgasm and making you squeal in delight. It felt like youâd been coming for about ten minutes straight, until Minho was leaning over you, pressing his chest to your back. Jisung was pushing your hair out of your face and still pumping his cock steadily, staring into your eyes.
âIâm gonna breed this fucking hole. Such a slut, letting me go raw,â Minho mumbled, almost to himself, hips making you shift up the bed. You took Jisungâs cockhead into your mouth again, sucking hard, and then he was jolting. âCum in her mouth, Sungie. Iâm going to fill up this fucking pussy, so perfect for me, molded to my fucking cockâŚâ
You moaned when you realised youâd be taking two loads that night - probably even more from them both when the party was over - and then Minho was bottoming out, filling you up. It dripped out around his cock with the sheer amount of it, and when you caught sight of him over your shoulder, his ears were flushed a crimson red and his lips were parted, letting out a deep sigh. He looked gorgeous.
Unshockingly, Minho wasnât at all talkative after he came, and he collapsed on you with an âoomphâ, cock still inside you. He watched you jerk Jisungâs cock, and chuckled when Jisung whined and his toes curled.
âNeedâa cum again,â Jisung moaned, his chest dewy with sweat. âFuckinâ need it, hyung, baby, shit, please help me, I need more-â
In another brief moment of confidence, you kept pumping Jisungâs cock and sucked one finger into your mouth, slipping it into his hole beneath heavy balls. It only took one, two thrusts of your finger before he was gasping, and cum spurted out like a fountain over your fist. After you kept pumping steadily, he pushed your hands away with a whine from the overstimulation.
âThat wasâŚâ Jisung spoke, chest heaving. âJesus. So good.â
âI loved it,â You cooed, running your hand through Minhoâs hair where his head leaned on your shoulder. âMinho, your mouth is fucking dirty, you know that?â
âI wish I could talk like that in bed. I get too shy, I just blabber,â Jisung admitted, and when you looked at Minho, his cheeks were burning the same shade as his ears. His eyes were flickering between you, and then he bit your shoulder softly, playfully.
âYouâll both learn!â He chirped, pulling out of you and walking over to get some towels from the shared wardrobe.
âCâmere. Cuddle time,â Jisung chirped, and you giggled, sidling up to his side with your head on his chest. He still had cum on the bottom of his tummy, and you still had cum dripping out of your pussy onto the bed, but you didnât care. You didnât even care you were still in most of your clothes. Minho did, however, and he groaned in exasperation with a white towel in hand when he turned around and saw you two.
Minho crept onto the bed, wiping your folds and then Jisungâs tummy. You both giggled when he kissed both your foreheads before tossing the towel onto the floor, cuddling in behind you. You were in the middle again - just the way you liked it. Minho ripped your fishnets the rest of the way off and somehow managed to get the skirt detangled, leaving you in just your top, now rolled down. You shifted onto your back, letting them both cuddle into your chest.
âI get too shy too. I just beg, apparently,â You murmured. âI wish I was better at talking. Inside the bedroom and outside.â
âDo you ever wish⌠that someone could fix you? Like, fix whatâs wrong with you?â Jisung asked, eyes staring at the ceiling. âI always wished someone could fix the way I am. How awkward and shy I can get, and stuff.â
âI donât want someone whoâs going to fix me,â You said, head falling onto Minhoâs shoulder. Jisung stared at you attentively, eyes wide. âI just want someone whoâs going to hold my hand while I try to fix myself.â
Jisung looked at Minho. It was like two seconds of unspoken conversation, then he spoke up. âHow about two people?â
Right, thatâs what youâd wanted to ask.
âGuys, I wanted to ask⌠are we⌠dating, like all three of us?â You mumbled, twiddling your fingers.
âI thought we were, yeah,â Jisung responded quickly, kissing your cheek. Minho scoffed.
âI want to ask you both properly. God knows neither of you are going to ask me,â Minho pulled you both into him, and you turned over and sidled up to him obediently. His chest was still flushed, a blotchy rash on his skin from the intense bedroom activities.
Jisung, however, tries to push him away, resuming his position behind you. âHey! I totally would have asked.â
âNo you wouldnât, and thatâs okay,â He kisses Jisungâs forehead, and then yours. âI like both of my shy babies.â
âGod, itâs so fucking good,â Minho groans against your flesh, smiling as he pulls away for a moment to catch his breath.
Heâs been eating you out for the better part of two hours now, lapping lazily at your folds and repeating the cycle of making you cum, licking you clean and then stimulating you to your release over and over again. Your legs are parted in front of him, laying back on your shared bed, knees aching from being propped up for so long and clamping around his pretty face.
âMinho,â you groan, shivering as he leans back in to graze his chin against you.
âWhat is it, baby?â He queries teasingly, knowing very well that youâve been so good for him tonight, never denying him his insatiable desire to taste you until all he can think about is your pussy, gushing juices at the sensation of his tongue all over you, satisfying his craving to consume all of you, and then doing it all over again.
âCanât,â you breathe out with a tired chuckle, gasping when you feel him dribble another wad of saliva on your sensitive clit and bring it down to your entrance with his tongue.
âYou can, baby,â he replies with a grin, pressing a series of kisses to your aching clit before taking your bundle of nerves between his teeth and sucking harshly.
You let out a desperate moan at the sensation, your clit feeling as though it might go numb if he keeps at it like this. But Minho just smiles with your flesh between his teeth, amused at how youâre trembling for him, unsure of whether youâre begging for release or a break from the pleasure.
âPlease,â you groan, your legs pressing together around his face eagerly. His hands rest on your knees, parting them again so he has full access to your soaking cunt, pushing his face against you deeper.
âGod, this fucking pussy, baby,â Minho groans, his tongue wagging gently back and forth over your folds again. âSo wet for me.â
He hardly has to touch you to stimulate you now, his heavy panting against your pussy serving as a form of stimulation in itself.
âToo much,â you plead, emitting another breathy chuckle as he presses a series of kisses at your entrance. And it is too much, but youâre trembling around his face now, your body close to cumming for him yet again- at this point, itâs a futile task to ask him to stop.
âI know you can take it, baby,â Minho replies, shutting his eyes as he relishes in the salty taste of your arousal. His eyelashes flutter gently with every movement of his mouth, grazing his sharp cheekbones that glisten under the dim lighting of your bedroom, wet with your arousal from your first six, or maybe seven orgasms. Youâve lost count at this point, clenching around nothing as his tongue continues to work you, the orgasms washing over you involuntarily by now. Your body is far too listless to warn him verbally now, just a series of soft moans and eager gasps serving as confirmation that youâre about to finish. And Minho knows you well, paying careful attention to the way your eyebrows arch up in pleasure, aware that heâs found the angle that drives you crazy again. His tongue stops momentarily along the side of your clit, grazing it with gentle breaths as you arch up into his face again.
âRight there,â you gasp, and Minho smiles when you oblige to let him work you to your release again. He knows very well that if he grazes his face along your cunt long enough, he can coax another shaky orgasm out of you. And thatâs exactly what he does, outlining your clit with the tip of his tongue and watching as you writhe desperately under his touch.
You say nothing to him, simply letting a series of fervent moans vocalize your release to him. And he opens his eyes when you reach your finish, his cold gaze locked on yours as you desperately grasp at the sheets below you, gushing another load of cum onto his swollen lips. Minho chuckles into your sopping cunt, the vibrations sending more trembles up your body as you arch in overstimulation.
âGonna lick you clean again,â Minho says, and you whimper at the implication. But before you can even prepare yourself, his tongue is flat against your pussy again licking a long stripe up from your entrance to your clit, the sensation making you yelp, shaking in oversensitivity and eagerly grasping below you for something to steady yourself. The second one is stronger than the first, his tongue remaining latched to your clit for a few moments before wagging gently back and forth, cleaning your swollen bud of your arousal.
âAh- Minho!â You practically shout, and your hips are promptly pinned against the mattress by his skillful hands.
âAlmost done,â breathes out, trailing wet kisses in attempts to soothe your sensitive pussy before licking another stripe. His eyes are hooded, completely clouded with desire for you- to taste you, to relish in possibly your eighth orgasm of the night as a result of his lustful drunken state.
âGod, you taste so fucking good,â Minho groans, pressing a few more chaste kisses against your skin before finally coming up for a breath. Your legs steady themselves flat on the bed with shaky tremors as he crawls over you to kiss your arousal back on to your tongue, trailing gentle nibbles down the side of your neck and grazing his fingers gently across your skin.
âYou did so well for me,â Minho says, massaging your inner thigh with his slender fingers. âGo get cleaned up. Iâll give you another one in an hour.â
And you shiver delightfully at his words, the action sounding much too bold right now, but your body aching in anticipation nonetheless. You could stay here like this all day- letting him taste you repeatedly, finishing for him over and over again.
Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Loss of Virginity, First Times, Dry Humping
Summary: Your brother Changbin forces your introverted ass to get out of the house and meet his friends. When you meet them, Jisung, Chan, and Minho push the boundaries of your social anxiety. You have absolutely no romantic experience, but your mind is plagued with thoughts of Minho. You think he likes to just tease you, but is it really just teasing?
Author's Note: This work was inspired by my best friend who used to severely suffer from social anxiety. I usually don't portray the MC this way, but I thought I would change it up a bit. Let me know what you think!
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You were still hiding in your room, reading some book about two lovers with a plot that would make you die of embarrassment if anyone discovered the contents. Your form was balled up on your Papasan chair in the corner when you heard your brotherâs voice.
âNoona! Come on! Weâre going to be late!â Changbin always had the loudest voice you had ever heard and you cursed him for it because he knew you couldnât just pretend you didnât hear him. You felt a wave of automatic panic as you heard footsteps heading upstairs to your room. You quickly threw off your reading glasses and jumped under your duvet, turning your back to the door and hoping he would think you had dozed off.
When you heard the door to your room open, you went as stiff as a board. âI know you're not sleeping, little shit.â You remained motionless, still having a sliver of hope that he was bluffing. You heard footsteps getting closer and you squeezed your eyes shut.
You heard him walk right in front of you.
He was silent, not doing anything.
Had you fooled him?
Before you knew it, you were in the air and tossed over the manâs shoulders. âChangbin-ah! You put me down this instant dadgummit!â
âNuh-uh you arenât avoiding this AGAIN, noona. You canât just stay holed up here 24/7! You have to get out and meet people! And, oh, I dunno, maybe get some fresh air like a normal human being.â He sat you down on your feet once he had brought you out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.
You glared at him and straightened out your shirt. âFor your information, piglet, I go outside all the time! I have a job, yâknow! And you would starve if I never bought any groceries!â
He rolled his eyes. âOkay, true. But you work at a quiet little bookstore and never go out for anything other than those two things. You canât just stay holed up in this house afterâŚâ He bit his lip, knowing he shouldnât bring up such a sensitive topic around you.
You pursed your lips. âYeah, I knowâŚâ You said bitterly. âWell, letâs get this over with. If you are forcing me to go out to meet your friends, itâs best to just get on with it.â You pushed past him to descend the stairs and saw him hang his head from the corner of your eye.
As you slipped your shoes on in the entryway, you heard him clear his throat from behind you. âListen, noona, I really didnât mean toââ
âI know Changbin-ah. Itâs whatever. Letâs just go.â You tried to sound understanding, but it was a sore subject for you and you would rather not hash it out at the moment.
The car ride to dinner was tense. You knew he didnât mean any harm and you felt guilty. You didnât want to project your bitterness onto your baby brother, so you decided to snatch the aux cord from his phone. âHey!â
You shushed him and he scowled at you. You knew just the song to get him going. Once the opening notes to âPink Venomâ started playing, he flipped his demeanor like a switch.Â
You found his attempts of singing, dancing, and driving all at once adorable and cackled at his baby-like face. You grabbed the steering wheel when his dancing started getting a little bit too crazy. âBin! Eyes on the road! It wasnât my intention to render you moronic!â You quickly stopped the catchy tune and he whipped his head around to pout at you.
âMeanie.â He poked his tongue out at you and you responded in kind.
Unfortunately, your comfort space with your brother was replaced with anxiety once you two pulled up to the small restaurant. When he parked, Changbin looked at you with concern.
âI picked a quiet little hole in the wall for you, noona. Not many people will be here to bother your little introverted bubble.â He said amusedly.
You scowled at him. âExcept for the people you are forcing me to meet.â
âOh câmon. Itâs only three people and theyâre chill guys⌠mostly! Donât you want to meet your baby brotherâs best friends?â
âNo.â You said bluntly.
He deadpanned at you and sighed in disconcertment. âWell too bad, weâre already here and you get a free meal. Letâs go.â And with that, he turned off the car and hopped out to open your door (because he knew he would have to use force to unglue you from the seat).
You groaned when he pulled you out, fidgeting and trying to check your appearance in the reflection of the car window to make sure you didnât look horrid when meeting these random people. The process was already terrifying and if you had something in your teeth or shit hanging out of your nose, you might as well die right then and there. You couldnât stop the anxious thoughts. Shit, my eyes are so puffy today. Would they think I dressed up or dressed down too much? Has my hair always looked this dull? Would they think that Iâ
âNoona!â Changbin pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts and your anxious grooming as he placed a hand on your shoulder. âYou look great. Stop overthinking it.â
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You can do this. It will be over before you know it and then you can return to the comfort of your own room. You nodded your head when you opened your eyes again. âOkay, letâs get this over with.â
âThatâs the spirit! Well⌠kinda.â He started walking to the entrance and you reluctantly followed behind.
You were startled out of your mind when the door opened and three guys in the back of the restaurant yelled Changbinâs name jovially, disturbing the few other guests that were enjoying their food. You kept your head down as you followed Changbin to the table, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.
âItâs about damned time you got here, we were about to start drinking without you!â One of the men said, a small, round face looking at your brother with a bright smile. You were hoping to hide behind the broad shoulders of your brother just a moment longer, but the bastard stepped aside and put a hand on your back to push you forward.
âGuys, this is my older sister, Y/N. Noona, this is Han Jisungââ He gestured to the brunette who had just spoken to him before. âBang Chan-hyungââ He gestured to a handsome, broad-shouldered man with blonde hair and a sweet smile. âAnd Lee Minho-hyungââÂ
You were almost startled when you looked at the last one. His hair had the same red-orange intensity as fire and yet it looked silky smooth from where it was parted to the side, bangs loosely hanging over his forehead. He had a smile that seemed only out of courtesy and his eyes, albeit round and beautiful, were dark and full of mischief.
You painfully made eye contact with each one and bowed your head. A small âNice to meet youâ was forced from your mouth and you hated yourself for sounding so pathetic. Changbin pulled out a chair for you right next to the terrifying man and you froze.
âCome on, noona. He wonât bite.â
âSpeak for yourself asshole.â Minho flashed a half smile at you, making your face turn an embarrassing shade of red, and guffawed while mock pointing at Changbin when he tried to look intimidating.Â
You were used to Changbin cursing, and you cursed like a sailor in your own mind, but when it came to speaking⌠Well, you just felt bashful as hell. The words these men were throwing around were intimidating and you shakily sat down and focused on one of the water glasses that was on the table.
âWe were so excited to meet you!â The one named Chan said. âChangbin talks about you all the time. Itâs great to finally see the highly esteemed older sister! Changbin said you're only a year older than I am? A â96 girl right?â Your heart swelled in adoration of your baby brother.
âThatâs rightâŚâ You didnât want to be rude and not look at the man when he talked, but your eyes kept bouncing back to your fidgeting hands.
âCool! Weâre all a year apart! Minho-hyung is only a year younger than Chan-hyung. Then itâs Changbin-hyung, then me.â The small, squirrel-looking boy said.
âYeah, maybe Minho will stop calling me old now.â Chan glared at Minho and the younger looked amused.
You looked up to meet eyes with the aforementioned man and immediately looked away again, flickering your eyes between the table and the manâs slowly growing smirk. âI wouldnât count on it, hyung.â Minho said to Chan without removing his intense gaze from your face.
âSo, noonaâŚâ Jisung said excitedly. âWhat do you do for a living?â
You cleared your throat, hoping that would help you to not sound so terrified. âI-I work at a bookstore.â A waiter walked up and silently set water glasses down for you and Changbin and you were grateful to have something to hold onto instead of fiddling with your fingers and scratching your arm relentlessly.
âYou like reading? So youâre smart AND beautiful. Are you sure youâre Changbinâs sister?â Jisung ducked away from the inevitable punch that Changbin inflicted on his arm.
You blushed furiously from the compliment, but you lightly snickered at the manâs joke with your hand over your mouth.
âAhh so she can laugh, huh?â Your smile was immediately wiped from your face and your attention returned to the intimidating man beside you. Your eyes widened at him, but then habitually looked away again.
You were dumbfounded by his statement. âO-of course I know how to laughâŚâ You mumbled.
âOh really?â He put his elbow on the table and propped his chin up on his fist, completely facing you and making you feel small and observed like a zoo animal by the men surrounding you. âI think a little alcohol would soothe your nerves, what do you say?â
You went bug-eyed and shook your head, finally looking at Minhoâs face for more than two seconds. âNo no no no no! I barely ever drink⌠Also, Iâm a super lightweight, Iâll get plastered after only a couple drinks!â You were surprised that your words didnât falter even once. Nor did your gaze upon the man that was staring back with a smirk.
âEven better.â
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You were about one and a half small cocktails in and you could already feel your inhibitions failing you. You could almost hazily make eye contact and you were able to respond to the men without stuttering. Well, instead, your words kind of blended together.
Changbin had gotten up to go piss for the umteenth time since everyone started drinking and you had gotten less and less claustrophobic around the men. âCome on, noona! The rest of us are already on our third drink! You need to catch up!â Minho said with a voice just a tad too loud for the small place that all other customers had cleared out of. However, Jisung agreed with just as much fervor.
âOh, no. I really donât. Trust me.â You put your hands in front of yourself, waving them like it would ward off the idea.
âDonât pressure her, children.â You lightly giggled at the name Chan called them and he sent you a wink, making your face flush and look down again. âIf she doesnât want to drink, she doesnât have to.â You smiled shyly at the curly-haired blond and he gave you a wide smile back, making you shy once again.
You heard a âtskâ from beside you and you meekly turned to look at the fiery red-haired man in the seat next to yours. He was side-eyeing you as he took a drink from his glass. When he sat the glass back down, he tilted his head and smiled at you wickedly. You quickly averted your eyes.
âI suppose the princess doesnât have it in her. Poor thing.â He paused when you spared him a glance to glower at him. âHow adorable~â He said condescendingly while pouting his lower lip at you. You blushed furiously. But you couldnât control the disbelieving huff that escaped your mouth. The nerve of this guy.
Without further ado, you downed your cocktail, and then turned to take his drink and down the rest of its contents as well, keeping your challenging eyes on him all the while.
Everyone stayed silent for a beat. âHoly shit, Min. I think you just royally fucked up.â Chan said in a panicked voice as all three pairs of eyes looked at you in shock.
Once he said that you also panicked. Now you know that you royally fucked up if these guys were so shaken. You heard Minho clear his throat and saw him put on a beautiful half-grin. Was he this gorgeous this whole time? âLooks like youâve finally loosened up. Now, tell us about yourselfâŚâ Goddamn, Iâll tell you anything you want to know if you keep talking to me like that.
âUmâŚâ You were lost in his eyes as his amused grin turned into a gentle one. You quickly had to shake yourself out of your stupor. However, when you shook your head around, the room started spinning and your mind escaped you even furtherâŚ
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The next time you roused to consciousness, your head was in a nasty public toilet as you looked over to see Changbin holding your hair back, the three men fretting in the doorway. âYou motherfuckers! She told you she was a lightweight! Why the fuck did you egg her on?!â You felt like your brain was in a blender as your vision made the room spin.
Minho leaned against the door jam, trying to seem completely blasĂŠ, but there was a hint of nervousness in his body language. âMy bad, man. I didnât expect her to chug a fucking pint.â
âShe is vomiting her guts out and all you can say is âmy badâ?!â You hastily turned your face back to the unsanitary bowl and violently vomited up another round of stomach acid, almost vomiting again when you felt the nasty toilet water splash up on your face from the velocity of your retching. You were heaving from the force and pain of it all.
âB-Binnie.â You sobbed, tears and snot streaming down your face and overwhelming embarrassment encompassing you.
You felt his free hand rub your back. âItâll be okay, sweetie.â He picked a water glass up off the floor and held it up to you. âI really need you to drink this, noona. It will help.â You gagged at the thought of drinking any kind of liquid ever again and with the gag, came the flood. You belched out another round of your innards.
You were violently sobbing now and you turned your face away from the men, not wanting them to see your sorry state. âB-Binnie⌠I-I want to go homeâŚâ You meekly sobbed and he hugged you as best as he could in your uncomfortable position.
âIâll take you there, hun. But youâve got to drink this first. I donât want you to get dehydrated.â
Another sob wrecked your body. âCan you make them leave? Please?â You said in a low voice, hoping they wouldnât hear. You were mortified already, you would rather not have them see you in this state any longer.
âOf course, sweetie.â You heard him shift to face the door. âYou guys just get the fuck out of here, yeah? We will talk about this laterâŚâ
âWhateverâŚâ You heard Minhoâs frustrated voice leave you and you were shaking with sobs.
Jisung and Chan attempted a small âIâm sorry, noona.â Before they, too, were sent away.
If anything had come out of this night, it was the fact that you were right about meeting anyone new. You were never leaving your house ever againâŚ
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âNoona, how many times do I have to say Iâm sorry? I had no clue that you would get that wasted! Neither did they!â It had been about a week and you refused to talk to your brother. Your hangover was probably the worst experience you had ever had in your life. Although getting shitfaced to the point of up-chucking violently in front of your brotherâs friends was pretty high up there. âNoona, please talk to meâŚâ
He was pressed against the other side of your locked door and you had refused to respond. You only left the house to go to work and you had to sneak out so he wouldnât ambush you. You just didnât have the emotional strength to be interrogated. You couldnât count the number of times you had cried from embarrassment. My god I am so weak.
You were afraid you were going to go crazy at this point, especially with the constant pounding on the door.
You tried stuffing your head under a pillow, hiding under a fortress of blankets on your bed, anything to ignore his persistent plea. You huffed and peeked your head out to glare at the door. âI DONâT WANT TO TALK, BIN! LEAVE. ME. ALONE.â You were surprised at how pissed you sounded.
âY/N-noona please PLEASE talk to me. You canât stay mad at me foreverâŚâ He sounded desperate and tired and you felt guilty. This wasnât his fault. It was yours. You gave in to peer pressure while he was gone and now he is paying for it.
You sighed dejectedly and climbed out of bed to unlock the door. When you opened it, Chanbin looked at you like you had risen from the grave. âOh god, noona!â He wrapped you in his arms and you choked as he squeezed the life out of you. When he released you, you looked at him with an annoyed expression.
âYah, Iâm not mad at you, loser.â He looked perplexed at your words. âIâm mad at myself for giving in so easily just to prove myself⌠Iâm mad that I made myself look like an idiot in front of your friends. But most of all, Iâm mad that I even let myself be dragged out of the house in the first place⌠Iâm not the kind of person that can easily befriend people like you can, Bin. Itâs just not in the cards for me⌠Iâm too⌠messed upâŚâ You looked down at the shaggy carpet of your room that contrasted with the hardwood floor of the hallway and you anxiously twiddled with the fringe of fabric separating the two with your toes.
âNoonaâŚâ Changbin looked crestfallen when you glanced back up at him.
âDonât worry about me, Binnie. Go out and have fun for the both of us, yeah?â You forced a smile on your face and he just looked even more upset. He always could tell when you were faking it.
âHow about thisâŚâ You sighed at his words, knowing he was going to propose something that was sure to sound utterly unpleasant to you. âLetâs walk down to the ice cream shop down the block. The one we always used to sneak out to as kids?â Your internal conflict was written all over your face. âPlease? For old timeâs sake?â
His desperate expression had you defeated. You were always weak for your baby brother. You sighed and turned back to your room. âLet me change clothes real quickâŚâ
You heard the man squeal from behind you and you felt arms wrap around and squeeze you painfully from behind. âThankyouthankyouthankyou!â You felt him plant forceful kisses on the back of your head, basically head-butting you with his lips, and you jabbed your elbow in his side.
âGross, Bin! Get the heck out of here!â He ran off down the hall giggling like a little school girl and you rolled your eyes, unable to keep the fond smile off your face. Baby Changbin indeed.
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âMint Chocolate Chip.â
âCookie Dough.â
âCookies and Cream.â
âBirthday Cake.â
âPistachio.â
âEw! No. Just no. I reject that as an ice cream category. Itâs unlawful.â
âHey! Donât knock it âtil you try it!â Changbin pointed at you with his spoon to emphasize his case.Â
You scrunched your face up and took a large bite of your strawberry ice cream and kept a disgusted look on your face. âYou have some sort of mental illness, child.â You mumbled the words through the cold glob that was coating your taste buds.
âDonât care if that means I win. You stopped the categories!â
âNope, you just donât know what real flavors are.â You were strong in your resolve and wouldnât back down.
âSure, sweetie. Whatever you say.â Changbin said with a condescending voice and you glared at him.
Three things happened in that moment.
First, you scooped out a large bite of your ice cream and promptly dropped the cold treat directly on the breast of your white Led Zeppelin t-shirt (and no, you were not a fake fan).
Two, Changbin, the little shit, pointed and laughed as you desperately tried to clean yourself up with the awful dinging noise that indicated more customers and potential onlookers were filtering in, much to your dismay.
And three, from the other side of the small, ancient ice cream parlor, you heard a familiar voice call out your brotherâs name.
No.
Oh no.
Please donât tell me itâsâŚ
You and Changbin looked at each other and he donned a shocked face while you wore a terrified one. He whispered as the three men made their way toward your booth. âI swear I didnât say anything to them. Youâve got to believe me. Iââ
This canât be happening to meâŚ
You desperately took all the napkins and tried to get the remnants of the sugary treat off your shirt, but it was no use. The pink, sugary treat had entirely soaked through. When you looked back up, the three men were staring at you. Well. More like staring at the object of your complete demise.
After they all took a good, long look at your breasts, Chan cleared his throat and elbowed the men on each side of him. âOh! Hey noona! We didnât expect to see you two here!â
You met eyes with all three men. Jisung, who had a worried, but welcoming expression. Chan who had a strained but bright smile, and Minho who went from looking at your face to somewhere off to the side with his lower lip sucked in.
You went into fight or flight mode and you obviously chose the ladder. You flew out of your seat, pushing your way past Minho who inconveniently stood at the exit of your side of the booth, and ran from the parlor. You had embarrassed tears welling up in your eyes, but you willed them away. You could cry in the comfort of your own room.
âNoona!â You heard the velvety voice yell from behind you and you ran faster, knowing the owner of the voice was the worst of them.
You didnât even realize you were outmatched in speed until you felt a hand wrap around your arm. You whipped around in terror as you saw a heavily breathing Minho gently grasping your wrist. âYouâ *huff* forgot thisâŚâ He was struggling to catch his breath as he held your purse out to you.
You kept your eyes glued to the pavement as he released your wrist and you nodded your head with a whispered and tiny âThank youâŚâ Not even sure he heard you as you gently grasped the small item from his outstretched hand.
You turned to continue getting home as fast as possible. âIâm sorry, noonaâŚâ You froze in your tracks at the three words. âPlease donât blame the others, I⌠I was the one that pressured you. Blame me.âÂ
You didnât say anything or turn around, you just stood there with your eyes on the withering cracks of the sidewalk as he spoke.
âI know you probably hate meâŚâ You winced. âBut I really am sorry. Weâve all been shitfaced before, so we know how you feelââ
âNo you donât.â You interjected in a small voice again. Surprising even yourself. âIâŚâ You sighed. Your mouth refused to say any more and your mind was still in flight mode. You had lost control over your anxious tears and you furiously wiped them away. You couldnât think of anything to say. He was obviously waiting for a response and you were so inept at talking to people that you couldnât will yourself to form any proper words. So you whispered out the only words that you had down to a T. âIâm sorryâŚâ And then you were running again.
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You took one step forward and two steps back. You swore on your life that you would never see those men again and you repeatedly told your brother that. He kept on saying shit like âItâs not as bad as you thinkâ and âThey think itâs more cute than embarrassingâ.
Bullshit.
You had always unintentionally worn your insecurities on the outside as if they were tattooed on your forehead. You could barely speak to anyone now, too anxious about how people would think of you if you said anything or stuck around too long. The only people you said more than a few words to were your coworkers and Changbin.
That wasnât cute. It was pitiful.
Anxiety flared up any time a customer approached you and asked for help. You just quickly and quietly directed them to a regular customer service employee. Itâs not like you didnât know the answers to their question, hell, you had been working there for six years, you knew this cozy, backstreet bookstore like the back of your hand. But speaking to customers was damn near impossible.
It was more of a vintage lounge. Where books were either bought new or recycled as books that had been loved and then discarded. It was deceptively large on the inside, it just seemed small because there were so many narrow rows and nooks where you would find either rows and rows of books, or small, hidden areas with cozy furniture to lounge around and read in. Although it was aged and isolated, you loved this place more than anything in the world.
Your boss was more than accommodating after your⌠incident a couple of years back, and she basically made you a special role to help out with the shop in the background. You were in charge of bookkeeping, organizing, pricing, cleaning, stocking snacks for the customers, and best of all, reading. You were accountable for adding to the shelf of âSHOP FAVORITESâ and that was everything you could have asked for. You could have kissed your boss if she wasnât a seventy-year-old married woman.
Because you did all of this, she assured you that you wouldnât have to speak to a single customer other than to redirect them to another clerk. That other clerk being the freckled, ray of sunshine in your life.
âNOONA!â You swiveled your head towards the familiar voice coming down the aisle, only briefly seeing his long, blonde head of hair before he crashed into you in a suffocating embrace. âIâve missed you!â He wouldnât let go and you smiled at how endearing it was. You hugged him back and patted his head.
âFelix, I literally just saw you the day before yesterday.â
He released you and looked dumbfounded. âItâs really only been that long? It feels like itâs been ages!â You giggled. It had taken a while to get used to Felix. At first, you were terrified of his boisterous demeanor and persistent attempts at befriending you. It didnât take long for him to charm you into warming up to his sweet, bubbly personality.
Without a doubt, you could say he was your best friend.
He took your hand and led you to one of the reading nooks in the very back of the winding aisles and narrow hallways of the store which people rarely went to. This was yours and Felixâs âsemi-secret hideoutâ where he liked to gossip (although you really had nothing to gossip about).
âSo, have you seen them again?â You cursed ever telling Felix about your fiasco. It had been a couple of weeks since the hell you went through at the ice cream parlor and you only went out if it was absolutely necessary.
âNo, Felix. And I WONâT see them again. Iâve already told you this.â You sighed and crossed your legs on the comfy, beaten-up lounge chair that you had stuck your claim on when you and Felix conquered this part of the store.
âAww come on, beautiful! Youâre going to be single forever at this point! Youâre not getting any younger you knââ
âI know. I know. Youâve said it all before⌠Plus, those are Binâs friends! I canât go out with them even if I wanted to!â You reiterated.
âWhy not? In my opinion, thatâs the best-case scenario! He obviously already approves of them. Are you telling me that none of those men seemed attractive to you?â
You stayed silent. You couldnât tell Felix that those men were the most beautiful beings you had ever laid eyes on or else he would never stop bugging you about it. Might as well give a vague answer. â...I never said thatâŚâ
âSEE!!â You rolled your eyes.
âYouâre not going to let this go, are you?â
âNot in a million years.â He had a cheeky smile on his face and you put your head in your hands. âSpeaking of datingâŚâ Oh no, here we go again. âWhen are you going to set me up with that hunky brother of yours?â
âFelix. You saw him one time for two minutes when he brought me some tampons. Hardly the first impression, donât you think?â You scoffed at your best friendâs obsession with your brother. It was only based on the fact that âheâs sooo muscularâ or âhe has the cutest smileâ according to Felix.
âThatâs the thing! Only the sweetest of men would bring their baby sister something so private!â He looked up at the ceiling dreamily.
âHey! Iâm older than him! HE is MY baby brother!â
âOh yeah, I forgot youâre ancient.â You tried to slap him, but he slithered away before you could, standing and running off with a maniacal giggle. You stood up as well and huffed out a laugh and shook your head, smiling at the amusement and fondness the ray of sunshine brought you.
You figured you had better get back to work as well. Letâs see, what were you needing to do next?
Before you even had a chance to finish that thought, you froze in fear as you heard someone shuffling down the aisle leading to your private nook. Please tell me itâs Felix because I am absolutely trapped.
Much to your dismay, it was not. And even more to your dismay, the features of the customer as you saw him start to round the corner to your little hideout were getting more and more familiar.
Run. There was nowhere to run. Could you hide? No, thatâs ridiculous. Heâs getting closerâŚ
You froze in place and most likely looked like a frightened deer as he walked up to you with a bright smile.
âChanâŚâ You could barely even formulate his name off the tip of your tongue.
âHey, noona! So good to see you! How are you?â
His smile was bright and your limbs went stiff and you hunkered down when he unexpectedly pulled you in for an engulfing hug. âW-w-w-w-whaâ?!â
âIâve been looking for youâŚâ He cut off your panicked blabbering as he released you. âChangbin actually told me you work here. And your sweet little freckled coworker told me youâd be back here. Heâs so cute and friendly!â Chanâs dimpled smile was mesmerizing and you knew Felix would melt if he knew this gorgeous man said that about him. âI really like this place! Itâs got a mellow vibe.â
DAMN CHANGBIN! DAMN FELIX! DAMN EVERYONE!!! You made an oath to yourself to never talk to them again.
âI actually wanted to talk to you about somethingâŚâ You were almost on the brink of tears from your anxiety, but even your tear ducts were frozen in place along with your limbs as your arms curled in on themselves. âI wanted to apologizeâŚâ
Your doe eyes switched to bug-eyed as their attention switched from the aged carpet on the floor, to his bashful face. Why would he be apologizing?
âWe never meant to embarrass you⌠When we met you at the restaurant, we thought you were pretty cool. Cute even.â CUTE?! You suddenly couldnât breathe. âAnyway, weâre unbelievably sorry that we pressured you and made you sick. But most of all, weâre sorry that we have made you uncomfortable with us on several accounts.â
You didnât know how to respond, (no surprise there). Not only because you were a major pussy, but because of the unexpected apology. Because he was being so kind and gentle to you. Most of all, itâs because his smile eased all of your tension and made you want to open up to him. That had never happened to you with a stranger and you didnât know how to feel about it.
âThis might be too much to ask, but do you think you would consider coming out with us to go bowling? Changbin will even be thereâŚâ He sounded so hopeful and his expression was pleading.
These men were apparently beyond sorry for the impression they gave you. Minho had done a full-on sprint just to give you your purse that Changbin could have easily brought you later on. And Chan even hunted you down to formally apologize and ask for another chance.
âThere will be no more alcohol this timeâŚâ He said in a cute and hopeful voice that made you escape a tiny giggle behind your hand, surprising yourself and causing him to give you a gorgeous smile that made you weak at the knees.
âI⌠I will think about itâŚâ You couldnât look him in the eyes as you said it. Instead, you looked at the dilapidating bookshelf off to his right.
âYes! A maybe is better than a no! Thank you, noona... Really.â
You offered him a tiny smile and then looked away again.
âWell then, I might see you on Saturday then. Iâll let you get back to work.â He said as he walked off backward with a wave and a blinding smile.
This was going to be terrifying.
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âNoona! Arenât you coming?!â Changbin yelled from the hallway.
Again, you were holed up in your room. Well, your ensuite to be more exact, looking in the mirror and being terrified of going out with people again. You had changed clothes and then changed them again. Repeating this process and never being satisfied. You had too many doubts to be confident in your attire or your makeup.
You were going to be honest with yourself. You hadnât tried nearly as hard to look good when you were about to meet them at first, but now that you know that they all look like damn swimsuit models, well⌠letâs just say that you were definitely more aware of your external appearance.
âIâm coming in, noona!â You heard the door to your room open.
âIn hereâŚâ You said quietly.
He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and smiled. âWell now, donât you look fancy? Trying to impress, I see?â
You glared at him in the mirror and then went back to stressing yourself out. âChangbin, I should probably just stay home⌠I donât think I can do thisâŚâ
âOf course you can! You can do anything you set your mind tââ
âDonât start that with me again. I look like trash! I look super weird in these clothes, I canât seem to get my makeup right, and even if I did, I feel like I would just get made fun of!â You turned and looked at your worried face in the mirror again.
Changbin stepped up to you and turned you to look at him. You freaked out when he pulled out a wipe to remove your makeup and started removing your hard work, grabbing the back of your neck to keep your head in place.
âChangbin-ah! What the heck?!â
âShush. Youâre not satisfied because you look like a fucking clown with all of this on.â He finished and turned you back to the mirror. âYou look more like yourself when youâre not hiding behind a shield of makeup. Very pretty.â
You pushed him away lightly. âUgh. You have very unconventional standards for what is pretty, loser.â He just chuckled at you and leaned against the counter to watch you. You took a good look at yourself and saw a desperate woman trying to fix the impossible. You sighed. âWell Iâm at least going to put concealer and mascara on, you canât stop me from doing thatâŚâ
He chuckled and stood upright again waving his hand as he departed. âFine, fine. Thatâs fair.â He paused and looked back at you in the mirror. âAnd change clothes, will ya? Weâre going bowling, not clubbing.â
You threw your comb at him and he ran off giggling. You huffed and rolled your eyes. Okay, you can do thisâŚ
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Just like clockwork, you hid behind your baby brother as he led you through the entryway to the bowling alleys. He would periodically peer back at you to make sure you hadnât taken a break for it and ran back home. âChill would ya? Youâve already met these guys!â
You whisper-yelled back. âThat doesnât make it any easier!â
He huffed out a half-chuckle as he stepped up to the counter to claim the bowling shoes, the guys already had claimed an alley so you didnât need to check in for one.
You had never bowled in your lifetime so you knew you would embarrass yourself to mortification if you attempted it. Needless to say, there was NO WAY you would be playing.
As you walked over to their section, you subconsciously smoothed out your clothes for any wrinkles. You had ended up wearing a casual spaghetti strap skater sundress due to the hot summer weather. You usually didnât show much skin, but you really wanted to try and look pretty.
âNoona! Oh my god, Iâm so happy you came!â Chan bounded over to you when you and Changbin walked up to your groupâs aisle and wrapped you in a big hug. You froze and your face heated up tremendously. This man was⌠very familiar with people.
âGeez, Chan-hyung! Youâre going to kill her! Since when do you get to hug her?!â Jisung stood up and whined.
Chan moved from a full frontal hug to standing to your side with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. âWhat? Oh, me and her are best friends now, right noona?â You couldnât look at any of them in the eyes as you went paralyzed. How could this man be so bold?
You heard someone chuckle from behind you. And you went rigid. You minutely relaxed when you watched said man walk around you, juggling handfuls of drinks and snacks. âLooks like you got rejected, hyung. Maybe try for someone with zero standards.â Minho teased.
Chan released you to try to square up to Minho, but he was too intimidated by the stoic looking man. Your eyes met with the cat-like orbs of Minhoâs eyes and you instantly looked down again, lightly blushing for some reason. Why canât you make eye contact with him?
Your eyes widened as you saw him step up to you, crossing his arms. âYou ready to play with some balls?â You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened with shock. He wore an amused smirk. âI meant bowling balls. Tsk tsk tsk. What a dirty mind you have, noona.â
You were sure your face was beet red and finally your brother stepped in. âOkay okay guys, thatâs enough. Anyway, she swore on her life that she wouldnât be playing, just watching.â
âOh come on, noona! Play with us! Weâll help you!â Jisung was shining a persuasive smile at you and you hated yourself for still not being able to say anything. He was just as mesmerizing as the others and you couldnât help but smile at his cute, cheeky grin.
Unfortunately, Minho must have taken that smile as a yes.
âCâmon, letâs go pick your ball.â Minho then proceeded to grab your hand and lead you back to where the balls were sitting on racks that looked way too flimsy to be holding that amount of weight.Â
âW-w-wait! I-Iââ You managed to stutter out the first (almost) words since you arrived and he cut you offâŚ
âDo you know what size you like?â He gave you a suggestive smile with an eyebrow raised when he stopped at a rack. You swear, there was no way you were going to be able to stop the violent rushing of blood to your cheeks at all that night. You shook your head no. âI need some words. I know you can talk. Let me hear that voice againâŚâ
You peeked up at his eyes and he was hunkered down to try and meet his line of vision with yours. You couldnât look at him when you spoke. âNoâŚâ Why was your voice so tiny?
âNo to what? To speak? Or your preferred size?â Damn his suggestive smile to hell.
âI donât know whatââ
âI canât quite hear you, angel. I need you to speak up.â ANGEL?! How the fuck could you speak if he talks to you like that?! You squeaked and his smile was blinding.
You looked down and cleared your throat. âIâI donât know what size I likeâŚâ It was meek, but you succeeded in getting the words out at the proper volume.
He donned a half grin and cocked an eyebrow. âInterestingâŚâ He turned and grabbed a pink, medium sized ball. âLetâs start you out light. Girls like pink, right?â You werenât a super fan, but you could live with it.
You held the ball and immediately dropped it with a loud *thud*. You were mortified as people looked your way and you covered your face with your hands.
You froze when you felt a gentle hand rest on your shoulder. âHey. Itâs okay. This place was meant for balls to be dropped.â You peeked through your fingers and he was waggling his eyebrows at the innuendo. You couldnât help but giggle behind your hands.
You finally got to see a genuine smile out of him and your hands fell from your face as you smiled back, miraculously making eye contact. However, your mind returned to you after a moment and you were bashful again. Did he think I was weird for smiling back? I probably looked desperateâŚ
He bit his lip to hide his smile, saying something under his breath that sounded like âcuteâ, but you knew for sure that couldnât have been right. âHow about we try the lightest one, yeah? Do you want me to find you another pink one?â He tilted his head and you thought it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.
âUm. No thank you⌠pink isnât really my color⌠but I donât really have a preference either wayâŚâ
He raised his eyebrows. âWow⌠I finally got more than a few words out of you! We are making a breakthrough, noona!â He said it like he had found a hidden treasure and you felt the corners of your mouth turn up. âHow about this one?â He handed you a smaller, dark green one and it was still heavy, but light enough for you to hold.
You nodded your head. âI like this oneâŚâ
He smiled and took it from you, guiding you by hand back to your group's aisle. Your eyes wide and bashful as you watched his fingers wrapped around your own.
âTook you long enough! Letâs get started!â Changbin whined at you and you were still too focused on the warmth of Minhoâs hand to give a retort back.
When you sat down to put on your designated shoes, Jisung changed his seat to be right next to you. You tensed up with the proximity. âDonât worry, noona. We all suck ass at bowling. We will go first, though, so you can see how itâs done.â You continued to tie your shoe as you nodded at his suggestion. However, you felt the man poke your arm and startle you. âYou donât say much, do you?â
You peered back and forth between his eyes and the floor and tried to think of something to say. âI-Iâm not sure what to sayâŚâ
He smiled endearingly. âWell, take your time. No pressure.â He offered a sweet smile and you couldnât help but give a small smile back. A chill ran through your body when he briefly smoothed his hand over the upper part of your back consolingly. The heat from his hand on your bare skin lingered as he stood up.
When you watched Jisung as he left you, you met eyes with Minho who had silently been analyzing your interaction. You immediately looked back at your shoes and pretended to keep tying them repeatedly.
You watched the men play, each of them hitting at least one pin. For some reason, Minho did a really unique pose to âhopefully conjure luckâ and, surprisingly, he hit more than half the pins. He waltzed up to you. âNever fails.â He winked and sat down next to you. âYour turn, blow us all away.â You felt the heat radiating off of him and you bit down on your lower lip.
You were shaking with nerves as you stood up and retrieved your ball. Giving a worried look to the men watching you from behind as you stood up to the toe line. âConfidence is key!â Changbin yelled out.
You meekly nodded and faced forward again, taking in a deep breath. Okay, prepare for embarrassment in three, two, oneâŚ
You pulled the ball back like you saw the others do and swung it forward. However, you had let it go too late and the ball was tossed up in the air high enough to make it fall with a loud *boom*! Your body curled in on yourself and your anxiety shot through the roof. Again, you were mortified by the onlookers and afraid to turn around.
Right as you saw the ball roll into the gutter and you hid your face with your hands, you heard loud cheering and clapping from behind you. You turned around and glared at the pure sarcasm of their jeering. Changbin was laughing hysterically and the others were cheering with endeared smiles as they clapped.Â
You walked back with your shoulders tensed up and an annoyed expression on your face as your brother made fun of you and the others were cooing at you with a âSo cuuute!â from Jisung, making you flustered as hell.
Minho had a smile on his face, but laughed at Jisung. âHannie, your first time was way worse than that!â The squirrel-like boy just narrowed his eyes at him with a scowl.
You plopped back down in your seat and sulked as you crossed your arms. Again, your whole body went stiff when Minho reached his arm back to lay it on the back of your seat. He wasnât technically touching you so it wasnât too amicable, but that didnât make it any less nerve wracking.Â
He just continued talking casually to the group. âIâm telling yâall, you gotta be creative with your poses. Itâs foolproof!â You chuckled and felt his eyes on you, but you refused to look back at him. Instead, you watched your baby brother make a pose that would put you in the hospital from humiliation if you had done it. He managed to knock over a few pins and raised his fists.
âHell yeah, hyung!â Changbin walked up and high-fived Minho, but he used his other hand, keeping his occupied one firmly on the back of your chair.
You watched one by one as the rest of the guys tried ridiculous poses for their turns and you giggled at every attempt and gawked at their minor successes. âYour turn, noona! Make us proud!â Chanâs excited voice rang out.
Your face paled when the arm that was behind you moved forward to wrap around your shoulder with an excited squeeze. Your mind went blank as the skin-on-skin contact scorched you to the bone. âLetâs see what pose youâve got ready for us.â Your face swung around to Minho in terror at his response and you quickly realized how close he was to your face. Your face flushed violently and you looked down, shaking your head frantically.
âNo no no no no, thereâs no way I can do thatâŚâ You stood up and away from his touch that was making you dizzy and hugged yourself defensively.
âOh come oooon, you pussy! We all did it!â You glared at Changbin.
âHey, no pressure, noona. You can do whatever you want.â So far, you hadnât seen Minho act so soft and it did something to your heart. They really wanted to show you how they didnât want to pressure you again. They did care about your comfort.
You felt endeared as you stepped up to the line and took a look back at their smiling faces, Minho casually standing at the edge of the wooden platform with his hands in his pockets to watch. You looked forward again in exasperation. I canât believe Iâm actually doing this.
You proceeded to hunker your legs down and roll that bitch of a ball in between your legs âgrandma styleâ putting enough force behind your swing to make sure that the ball had at least some velocity. You refused to look behind you as you watched the ball slowly roll down the alley. Wait. ItâŚitâs staying centered⌠No fucking wayâŚ
You managed to make the ball, albeit slowly, hit one of the side pins and knocked down more than a couple of them. Your face lit up and you jumped over to the guys. âDid you see that?!â They were all clapping with proud faces. âIt worked, Minho!â You jumped up and hugged him around his neck, too giddy to realize what you were doing.
You only came back to earth when he unfroze himself and wrapped his arms around your waist to return the embrace tentatively. You flew off of him as if he were made of fire, your face surely feeling like it. Has it been this hot in here the whole time? âOh god! I-I-Iâm-Iâm sorry!âÂ
You would probably never be able to look in his eyes ever again. His face went from pure shock to a crooked smile and he huffed out a chuckle. âCuteâŚâ Holy shit⌠okay, maybe you will retract that last thought⌠Your smile was unbidden and you watched with amusement as they all were being utterly ridiculous the rest of the night.
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âWhy, Bin. Just why are you so adamant about having me hang out with you and your friends?â You crossed your arms at the dinner table and sat back, too full to even look at the food without groaning.
âBecause they like you! For some reason they think youâre cool to hang out with.â He teased and you threw a piece of your kimchi at him.
âI donât know about that, they are just being nice. I donât think they actually want me to butt into yâalls âguy timeâ or whatever. Iâm hardly a talker, Iâm too shy to do anything fun, and itâs even hard for me to talk sometimes!â
He rolled his eyes. âWell you werenât like that beforeââ He cut himself off and looked frustrated.
A spark lit in you. You couldnât control the annoyance that bled through. Why did he always have to bring that up? âBefore what? Go ahead and say it, Bin. Itâs not like I donât already know!â
He glared back at you and let loose. âYou werenât like this before Dad died! You didnât give two shits when Mom left without a trace! But you canât be holed up in this fucking crypt for the rest of your life, noona! Heâs gone, stop acting like this house he left behind for you is keeping him alive! Of course you are uncomfortable with people! Itâs because youâve got your head stuck in the past!â
Your eyes grew wide, as did Changbinâs, as if he didnât believe what came out of his own mouth. Both of you were frozen and a powerful emotion rose up in your throat. Your brain was too overwhelmed to process exactly what it was. You felt that same emotion shoot straight up into your eyes and you finally found out what the feeling was. Your lower lip quivered. Your eyebrows scrunched together. Then, you finally felt the first droplet fall from your tear duct onto your unfinished sweet potatoes.
You stood up. âN-noona waitââ You didnât even put your plate away, you just calmly walked to the stairs. âNoona, please! Iâm sorryâŚâ You heard him get up from his seat to follow you and you turned around and put a hand in front of you to ward him away.
âDonâtâŚâ Your voice wavered as you felt the tears fall unbidden. âYou can talk all you want, Changbin. But YOU werenât the one who had to finish raising your younger sibling through the last couple years of high school! YOU werenât the one who found his fucking dead body! It was ME, Changbin. ME.â You couldnât even see him properly anymore through your blurred vision. âIt was ME who had to take care of everything they left behind. It was ME whoâŚâ You had to supress a sob as you uttered the words. â...who should have been here for him when heâŚâÂ
You couldnât even finish the thought. Flashbacks sending you to when you had stepped out to grab groceries for your dad while Changbin was at football practice, only to find your father on the floor of the kitchen, dead from a heart attack when you returned.
âJustâŚâ You choked back a sob and he looked absolutely distraught. âI know I was asking for it, but⌠just donât talk to me, BinâŚâ And with that, you quickly marched up the stairs and locked your bedroom door.Â
You went on autopilot, having done this countless times before. You grabbed a pillow and blanket from your bed. You trudged into your ensuite. Finally, you shut yourself in your closet where you always went to cry because you knew Changbin couldnât hear your sobbing from there. Then you let loose.
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âHey, noona⌠I brought you some coffeeâŚâ Felix sat the hot beverage down next to the small lamp on the side table of your guyâs hideout as you did the bookkeeping for the store. Thatâs where you always liked to do it because it was nice and quiet and you could concentrate.
You pushed your reading glasses up on your nose and looked up at him from your comfy armchair. âThanks, Lixie. I appreciate itâŚâ You put down your pen and took a sip, warmth instantly spreading through your bones.
âAre you feeling any better? I know youâve been kinda down todayâŚâÂ
You puffed out a long sigh. âIâll be fine⌠Time heals all things.â You gave him a forced smile and he gave one back, kissing your forehead and leaving to get back to work.
The finances were hard to figure out at first, but now it was a piece of cake. You had no problem just diving in and getting shit done. You almost enjoyed it. You even had a system. You sat cross-legged on your commandeered chair, throw pillow on top of your legs to support your laptop, and a notebook, pen, and calculator on the arm of the chair. Once you were in the zone, nothing couldâ
âWho uses a physical calculator anymore?â You shrieked at the unexpected voice who had creeped up on you and jolted so hard that all of the items on the arm of the chair (thankfully not the laptop) went crashing to the ground.
You looked up and saw Lee Minho casually leaned up against one of the bookshelves as he raised a judgemental eyebrow at you amusedly.
You put the laptop on Felixâs chair to quickly crouch down to retrieve the items, but you were met with Minho's face - the most handsome face you had ever seen - just mere centimeters from your own as he bent down to pick up the items as well. He seemed just as surprised as you were, but neither of you moved. Just for a tiny moment, you stared straight into his eyes. And with your proximity, you could see every fleck of beautiful chocolate brown in his otherwise dark eyes. They were dazzling.
You subconsciously licked your lips and the spell was broken as soon as his eyes drifted down to seek out your action. You woke up from your haze and squeaked again, standing ramrod straight and rigid as you took a long step back. âW-w-w-wââ Here we go again with the stuttering⌠âW-why are you here?!â You shyly looked around you as if he had walked in on you naked.
He just smirked and picked up the fallen items and placed them on the small side table. âChan-hyung said I might be able to find you here.â He took a step towards you and you took another step back, earning a beautiful smirk from him.
âW-why did you need to find me?â Your eyes were darting everywhere away from his gorgeous face.
âI needed to see you.â He had a teasing tone in his voice and he stepped towards you once more. Much to your dismay, your next step back had pressed you up against the bookshelf that lined the wall of your little nook. He chuckled as he took the last step forward and you pressed yourself as much as you could into the bookcase.
âN-needed to?â You still couldnât look at him as he let out a little âmhmâ. âWhy would youââ You habitually cleared your throat. ââneed to see me?â
He smirked and you saw him slowly raise his hand toward your face. Your eyes bugged out and then you closed your eyes to scrunch them inside your brain in fear (and anticipation) of what he was going to do. You heard a chuckle and then something moving beside your head. You opened your eyes to see that he had grabbed a book off the shelf right next to your head and stepped back to examine it, sitting down in your special chair in the process. You were gobsmacked.
âHave you read this one?â You had. All of the books in your little nook had been read by you and kept safe back here. Two ceiling sized bookcases packed full of your favorite books. You knew by heart the exact one he was holding. You gave him a small nod and he turned it in his hand. âHmmm⌠Lady Chatterleyâs Lover. Iâve never heard of this one.â He looked back up at you with a stunning half grin. âSo cute, youâre a romantic.â He said in a condescending tone like you were a baby. If only he knew the contents of that book.
You stayed silent. You certainly couldnât tell him that the book was one of the earliest smut novels ever released, even if you did want to correct his assumption of it being a normal frivolous romance in its contents. That would just be sad considering that you have barely any romantic experienceâŚ
âWant to summarize it for me?â He stood up and stepped towards you again.
Your heart fell out of your ass and there was no way he missed the pink hue spreading across your cheeks. âU-u-um y-you were going to tell me why you needed to see meâŚâ You squeaked out. You looked down shyly. At least you got to change the subject.
He huffed out amusedly. âYouâve been avoiding us. More importantlyââ He reached beside your head to put the book back. ââyour brother.â
He was too close for comfort and your face was heating up at an alarming rate.
âDo you not like us, noona?â You saw him keep his hand on the bookshelf. He was keeping his arm locked beside you. Donât freak out. Donât freak out. Your eyes kept drifting back to his face and he looked like he was studying you. âBecause that would be a shame⌠I thought we were making a breakthroughâŚâ
He finally moved his arm and you took a much needed breath, not knowing that you had mostly been holding it that whole time.
However, the relief was short lived and the anxiety was multiplied tenfold when he placed his hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. He was so close⌠âDid we do something wrong?â He looked genuinely worried and you finally met his eyes with shock.
âN-No!â You brought your hands up to emphasize your denial, but you quickly realized that the movement placed your hands directly on his chest. He looked down at your quickly retreating arms. âI-Iâm so sorry!â
He looked back at your face and tilted his head. âYou donât have to be so shy around me, you know?â He let his hand slide down to gently squeeze your bicep. âAlthough, I do admit, itâs incredibly adorable.â He flashed a crooked smile and your entire body turned a deep shade of crimson.
âW-w-w-whaâ?!â
âSo if you donât hate us, can you hang out with us again? Please? We really do like you, no joke.â
This conversation was more genuine than you had expected of Minho. You hadnât known him long, but he usually seemed more blasĂŠ or teasing. You sighed in defeat and looked down. âJust⌠just let me know when you are all hanging out nextâŚâ You couldnât look at him as you said it, but you could see from the corner of your eye that he was smiling.
âWill do.â Out of nowhere, he handed you his phone and you looked up at him with a confused expression. âYour number. Yâknow, to keep you in the loop.â
âOhâŚâ You took the device and saved your contact.
âCool, Iâll text you.â He squeezed your arm once more before stepping back, seeming to leave, but he reconsidered and turned back to you. He raised his hand and lightly flicked the side of your glasses. âBy the wayâŚâ He tucked your hair back behind your ear like you had always read in your books and it made you blush for the umteenth time. âThese glasses look really good on you.â You raised your head in awe of the compliment and he winked at you as he left you alone in your little nook again.
That man is beyond dangerousâŚ
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And text you he did. A lot.
You learned that he was endearingly weird. He texted almost daily and it surprised you how much he could make you laugh. He would mainly talk about food and his cats, sending dozens and dozens of pictures of the cute furballs. His main focus was teasing you, though.
You were sure his cheesy flirting was just for fun⌠right?
Thatâs how he usually began a conversation, either a gif, a really hilarious picture of him, or his cute cats. This particular morning, it was an image of him. However, for the first time, it wasnât a goofy one.Â
Minho:
Hi hi hi~
*Image attached*
Morning hike
He had taken a selca of himself with a beautiful hiking trail behind him. Even though he didnât have much of an expression, his face was beautiful in the morning light. You laid in your bed and curled in on yourself. How the hell do you respond to that?! You couldnât exactly say that his face looked chiseled from marble, or how his hair looked like silk that you were dying to run your hands through, or how his lipsâ
You had realized you had zoned out looking at the picture and you shook yourself out of it.
Angel Noona:
That sounds nice
That was a normal answer, right?
Minho:
U should come w/ me sometime
UM WHAT??? You internally screamed and you were stunned with the line of text that stretched across your scratched phone screen.
Minho:
The trail is beautiful at sunrise
You squeezed your phone to your chest and tried not to act like a teenager with an obvious crush. You were even cringing at yourself.
Angel Noona:
That sounds nice
Minho:
Lol u sound like a broken record
You kicked yourself. You probably seemed like an idiot who didnât know how to communicate like a normal human being⌠I mean, he wouldnât be entirely wrong... You decided to roll with it.
Angel Noona:
âŚ
âŚ
That sounds nice
Minho:
LOL đÂ
Whatâre u doing right now?
Angel Noona:
Laying in bed
Minho:
Ahhh đ
That sounds⌠inviting
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!?! You saw the bubbles indicating his response appear and disappear several times. You shouldnât have to worry about your damned heart rate by just texting a man.
Minho:
Well no need to laze around!
Up up up! đ
U need to eat to stay healthy!
Angel Noona:
What I need is a better diet
Minho:
No u donât
All u need is to be active!
Ur body is perfect as it is
You blushed furiously at his bold remark and you didnât know how to respond. Before you could, though, he sent another message.
Minho:
U coming to the bonfire tonight?
Angel Noona:
UmâŚ
I wasnât invitedâŚ
Minho:
LOL ur pretty dumb sometimes
Angel Noona:
?!?!?!
Minho:
I just invited u, dumbass
A cute dumbass đ
But still a dumbass
Your mind was racing and you were almost in a panic. Oh why. Just WHY did he have to play with your feelings so much?
Â
Minho:
Changbin is working tonight so Iâll pick u up at 8
See u then!
Byyye~!
He had completely blindsided you and the only thing you could reply with wasâ
Angel Noona:
Um okâŚ
This night was not going to be good for your heartâŚ
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You tentatively stepped into your worn-out sneakers at the door when you heard the doorbell and you gently opened the door to a handsome smirk. You shyly looked down, away from his eyes, and quickly realized that it was ten times easier to talk to him over text than in person.
He moved his head to try and put himself in your line of vision to catch your eye and you felt embarrassment wash over you that he even had recognized your bashfulness.
âWell hello to you too?â
You went bug eyed. âO-oh! S-sorry, um⌠hi MinhoâŚâ You blushed and looked away again. Why did you always have to sound so pitiful?
You heard him huff out a small chuckle and you froze when you saw his hand lift to your face and pinch your cheek. âItâs only been a week and I already forgot how adorable you are when you talk.âÂ
You mustâve looked shocked as you stared into his eyes and he released your cheek. Your hand instinctively caressed the spot that he had touched you so gently, as if you would get a second hand feeling from him directly. When you came back to reality, you realized he was laughing at you. You huffed out an annoyed breath and scrunched your face up to poke your tongue out at him petulantly.Â
Once he was done cackling at your childish reaction, you decided to change the subject to something that had been pressing on your mind. âUm⌠will⌠will there be other people there?â You looked down at your outfit, just some jean shorts and tank top (secretly wanting to show more skin⌠for no particular reason of courseâŚ). âI-I might need to change if I will be meeting someone newâŚâ
He smiled and gave you a painfully slow once-over, making you blush furiously (no shocker there). âJust you, me, Hannie, and Chan-hyung. Besidesââ He stepped to the side to let you out. ââyou look great.âÂ
Needless to say, you were exceptionally bashful the entire car ride to the bonfire. You were quiet, however, you were surprisingly becoming more comfortable with his company⌠and his constant teasing as he made it his mission to fluster you the whole way there with relentless mock-flirting.
When Minho led you around the side of the house of your destination, you saw the other two boys goofing off. You quickly realized that when they said âbonfireâ, it evidently only meant a large fire pit in the pasture behind Jisungâs parentâs house. Apparently they were gone for the weekend and Jisung was going to reap the benefits.
âNoona! You came!â Jisung had obviously already had a drink or two as he ran over to wrap his arms around you. You just went stiff, but you ended up shakily placing your arms loosely around him to return the hug with a shy smile. After Jisung, Chan wrapped his arm over your shoulder and started walking you further out into the backyard.
âWeâve missed you! Donât disappear on us again, okay?â He talked sugary sweet before Minho pulled you away from him with a glare at his elder. You definitely didnât want to unpack that reaction.Â
Minho offered you a seat on an old, worn out cushioned bench with a thick blanket draped over it so you would have a clean place to sit. It was surprisingly comfortable, and you folded your legs up underneath you to snuggle into the plush backing. Chan spoke once again. âI didnât know if you wanted any alcohol, so I brought soda, juice, and some fruity concoction I thought you might like.â You smiled. That was so considerate of him and you felt your heart swell.
âThatâs⌠really nice of you, Chan⌠thank youâŚâ Why did you always have to sound so meek? âI actually think Iâll take⌠um⌠can I have one of those ales or ciders or whatever it is you have there?â You nodded to the alcoholic drink in his hand. You were feeling risky that night, besides, all things in moderation, right?
He looked astonished. âAbsolutely! Coming right up!â However, before Chan could reach in the cooler to grab it, Minho beat him to the punch, grabbing the said beverage and a beer with one hand, and carrying a blanket in the other. He looked nonchalant as he walked over and sat right next to you on the small bench.
He was silent as he handed the drink to you and fanned out the blanket. Your whole body tensed when he laid the single fabric over both of your laps and cracked open his drink. You were still looking at him in shock as he amusedly looked down at your drink and then back to your face.
By the time you realized you were gawking, your face steamed with embarrassment. âO-oh⌠thank youâŚâ You started sounding small again and you bowed your head in thanks.
He chuckled and patted your bare knee under the blanket, sending a lightning bolt directly to your brain from the contact of his skin on yours, creating a burst of dopamine. âNo problem.â Why was his voice so velvety? You looked at the drink tentatively. Apparently it looked like an apple cider and you realized you didnât have a bottle opener and you hoped it was a twist top. You tried desperately to twist it open until Minho snatched the glass container out of your hand and popped the cap like it was nothing. âThere you go, angel.â
You sucked in a breath from the name that he apparently donned you with and you bit your lip to hide your smile. And of course he noticed.
He narrowed his eyes and gave you a crooked grin. âKeep the drinking to a minimum, angel~â He emphasized the last word with a smirk. You ducked your head as you took the beverage and lightly shoved him with your shoulder in retaliation.
He cackled and you hesitantly held the lip of the bottle to your lips. You took a small sip and smacked your lips to analyze the taste. It was delicious. You eagerly raised the bottle to your lips again and took a big swig. âWoah woah little lady! Take it slow ya drunkard.â Jisung drunkenly tried to wedge himself between you and Minho on the tiny bench and only ended up sitting halfway on Minho and the other half on you. âWeâve got aaall night.â He was leaning all the way into your space and you felt slightly claustrophobic.
He flashed you a wink and you shyly giggled while looking away from his antics. âFuck off, Sung!â Minho pushed him off and he stood with a pout. âYour gonna fucking crush us!â Minho scooted closer to you, pressing up against you to keep the quokka looking man from trying again. Your eyes widened and your eyes were glued to his manspreading underneath the blanket he shared with you.
You took another huge swig of your drink.
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You were at the bottom of your second bottle, but since it had a low alcohol content, you were only a little tipsy⌠(okay, maybe more than a little) âOkay, noona. Iâm cutting you off now.â Chan pointed a finger at you and you pouted.
âBut itâs so good Channie!â The man shyly chuckled but shook his head.
âSorry, girly. I wonât be swayed.â You guzzled the rest of your drink and leaned your head on Minhoâs shoulder while pouting your lip at him. âMinnie, can I please have one more?â You werenât in the mindset to have any shame.
His eyes widened at your proximity and he bit his lip briefly. âI think heâs right, noona. Letâs just listen to Sung try to play the guitar while heâs sloshedâŚâ He reluctantly looked away and your eyes stayed glued to his perfect face as the music started.
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You all sat around listening to music, hearing hilarious stories of the three of them and Changbin, and eating delicious smores that melted in your mouth just right. It had been about an hour and you had definitely sobered up since they cut you off.
However, you were starting to get incredibly sleepy. You started nodding off and of course Minho noticed. You went completely stiff when you felt his hand loop around your head to slowly tilt your head onto his shoulder.
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD YOU DO?! Take your head off and offend him? Or keep your head there and deal with the embarrassment later? Your head was in a mess and, needless to say, you were no longer anywhere near sleepy now.
He returned his hand to its original place in between the two of you. Much to your dismay, that happened to be right next to your own hand. You didnât know if he could sense that you were as stiff as a rock, but, just for a moment, you let yourself bask in it all.Â
You listened to the cicadas sing. The crackling of the fire. Jisung and Chan casually chatting amongst themselves. You could tell that your body was involuntarily relaxing against him, sinking into his warm support and you let yourself pretend that you were in some normal girlâs shoes. One who isnât afraid to speak to someone or touch a man or lean into him or try to kissâ
âHey, weâre ready to wrap it up for tonight, you staying here?â Jisungâs sobered up voice rang out.
âYeah you guys can go. Iâll wait for her to wake up, then Iâll douse the fire.â Minho quietly responded.
âCool. Gânight, man.â
You heard the other two men walk away and their car doors slam right before they drove off. You were paralyzed. You didnât know if you should pretend to wake up or if that would give away the fact that you were awake the whole time. You should probablyâ
âŚ
His hand was moving, fidgeting, doing something right next to yours. You were abruptly hyper-focused on his movements and you didnât want to do anything to make him redirect any of his actions. Did he notice that you were holding your breath?
You mentally cursed when your finger eagerly twitched. Please tell me he didnât notice.
Your breath was still held when you felt him move more purposefully and you were pretty sure that you died when he slid his hand into your own. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! What was he doing?! Was he trying to kill you?! Or was he just playing you? You let out the breath you were holding, knowing that it was a bad idea, but you returned the action by letting your fingers interlace with his.
âI know youâve been awake the whole time, you know?â Your eyes shot open. âYou can give up the act now.â You knew it would kill you to look at him, but you slowly rose up from his shoulder, blinking your eyes over to his for a half of a millisecond and then to the ground with a lowered head. He squeezed your hand under the blanket when you tried to let go and you bit your lip.
âIâIâm sorryâŚâ You whispered.
âHey, noonaâŚâ His words were low and gravely.
You were definitely not prepared when he grabbed your chin with his other hand and slowly turned your head to make eye contact with you. His face was focused and analytical as his eyes searched back and forth between your own.
âWhy were you pretending?â Even though he had a hold of your chin, you still looked down and your faceâs temperature raised at an alarming rate. Your eyes darted to his lips when you saw the movement of him wetting them with his tongue. You didnât know why, but you moistened your own as well. He muttered in a voice so low you almost missed it. âChangbin is going to kill meâŚâ
You thought you had died before when he held your hand, but now he made your whole body set aflame. His eyes lowered to your mouth and cautiously pulled you in to press his lips against your own. Your eyes were blown wide and you stared in astonishment at his closed ones. The firelight flicked across his face and you were sure he was the most beautiful creature who had ever walked Godâs green Earth.
Youâd never been kissed.
You had no clue what to do and he hesitated when he felt that you werenât reciprocating the action. Your heart dropped when he released your face and retreated his lips from yours. âShit, fuck. Iâm sorry, noona⌠Iââ You cut him off when he tried to loosen his hand and you frantically grabbed it with both of your own.
He looked at you quizzically and you saw his ears tinged with a reddish color. âIâŚâ You could barely choke the words out. âC-can⌠Can you do that again⌠please?â You probably sounded pathetic, but you couldnât give two fucks once his face morphed into one of pure adoration.
With one of his hands held in a vice grip by yours, he pulled his other hand up to caress your cheek. His eyes scanned all over your face as he looked at you with an expression that you couldnât quite decipher. You licked your lips as his hand slid back to cup the side of your neck and he slowly pulled you close to press his lips against yours.
You closed your eyes this time when he did and you fell into the feeling of the kiss. His lips were warm and moist and your heart was beating at a hundred miles a minute. He continually released and kissed you again, moving his lips against your own stiff ones.Â
âIs this okay?â He whispered against your lips and you pulled back and bit your lip when your eyes met. God, your face was on fire.Â
Here we go, get ready to sound pathetic. âI umâŚâ You cleared your throat. âI havenât ever kissed anyone beforeâŚâ You lowered your head in shame when his eyes bulged out of his head. âI⌠I donât really know what to doâŚâ
You knew you looked ashamed and you tensed up when you felt his hand let go of yours. However, a chill ran down your spine when he took your face in both of his hands to make you look him in the eyes.
âDonât be shy, angel. You are so goddamned adorable I donât know what to do with myselfâŚâ You bit back your bashful smile. His thumb ran over your cheek. âDo you want me to show you how?â
You narrowly nodded your head in his hands and he smirked, pulling you back in and pressing his lips to yours once more.
He was slow and patient. He released and connected slowly as you attempted to do the same, trying to keep your lips moist, but not slobbery. Slowly, his pressure increased and his hands floated down to the sides of your neck. You were almost hyperventilating from the tingly feeling in your stomach.
He pulled back minutely and you chased his lips, making him chuckle as he held you in place. He, once again, whispered against your lips. âCan I try something?â
Your mind was in too much of a haze and all you wanted was to be connected to him again. You whispered a tiny âAnythingâ and he harshly pressed his lips to yours once more, making you sigh in relief.
His lips were more opened when he kissed back and he tilted his head to get closer to you. You gasped when his tongue peeked out and caressed your lower lip. He did this again and again until he subtly tried to pry your mouth open with it. You hesitantly let him in and you felt sparks go off in your head when his wet muscle collided with your own.
The self-consciousness you felt when you let out a small moan was catastrophic. However, when you felt him smile against your lips, you couldnât give two shits.
More, you wanted all of him, you wanted to touch him and be touched by him. You were even surprised by yourself when you looped your arms around his neck and folded a leg under you to sit crooked on the bench to lean into him more.
It was his turn to make a noise, a low grumble in his chest as his hands floated down to land on your waist. You became more and more bold as you sucked on his tongue and then let him do the same to you in return.
His grip on your waist tightened when you tried to rise up to get closer to him. âH-hey⌠slow down, angelâŚâ You didnât want to. You reattached your lips to his and he groaned in defeat. He let you lean on him and you laced your fingers in his fiery hair.
You decided you loved kissing. No, thatâs not right⌠You loved kissing Minho.
You moaned again when he licked into your mouth and then bit your lip. You felt an unfamiliar feeling swim around in your core. Once again, he grabbed your face, but he had to try and pry your mouth off of his. You clung onto his shirt as the both of you panted and stared into each otherâs eyes.
âAngel⌠we need to stopâŚâ He sounded pained to say the words.
You kept your eyes on his spit-slicked lips and shook your head. âDonât wannaâŚâ Your voice was whinier than intended. You were afraid that if you stopped kissing him now, you would never have another chance again.
You lunged forward, trying to overpower his hold. For a moment, it worked. His resolve weakened momentarily when you sucked his lower lip into your mouth and then dove your tongue into his mouth. You could feel his lips try to hold back, but he couldnât help but to return your kiss.
Once again, you were pulled back and you glared at him with a huff. He chuckled with a very quiet âcuteâ. He kept his grip firm as he kissed your forehead and then lowered his hands to your shoulders to keep you from lunging at him. âWe can continue later, yeah? Your brother will be home soon and I donât want him waiting up for you, angel.â
All you needed to hear was the fact that he wanted to continue as well. Your eyes finally drifted up from his lips to his eyes and you found them wide and smiling. Now that you werenât in the haze that his lips brought to your mind, you blushed painfully.
He released your head when your hands flew up to hide your face. You whimpered as you nodded your head bashfully.Â
âHeyââ He pried your hands from your face and you refused to look him in the eye. âWhat happened to the girl that just tried to lick my tonsils?â He leaned over to try and catch your eye and you scowled at his teasing face.Â
You pushed him away and crossed your arms. âShut upâŚâ You mumbled.
Your embarrassment crumbled, however, when he gently turned your head and gave you a quick peck before standing up, holding a hand out to help you up as well. âDonât be mad, angel. It turned me on so much I canât see straight. It took everything in my power to make myself stop.â Your eyes bugged out as you took his hand and stood up. He winked at you and you knew you were ruined for this man.
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Minho:
What u doin right now?
Angel Noona:
Working đ
Minho:
InterestingâŚ
Angel Noona:
???
You didnât get it. It was a full fifteen minutes after you responded and he still had not texted you back. He had been texting you constantly after the night of the âbonfireâ and you still had not had the chance to see him all of the following week with both of your conflicting schedules.
You kept checking your phone every two minutes and still no response. Your head was spiraling. Did I say something wrong? Is he not interested in talking when Iâm at work? Did he just ask to see if I was available? I wonder if he wants me as much as I want him. Did he already get tired of mâ
Your spiraling was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Once again, you screeched and the book you were holding absently in your lounge chair in your hideout went crashing to the ground.
âYouâre a little scaredy cat, arenât you?â The red head remarked as he picked up the novel from the ground and set it on the side table. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took in the sight of Minhoâs evil smirk. Holy hell how is he always so beautiful?
He wasnât wearing anything significantly notable, just a black t-shirt and some jeans. But, damn, was it the most delicious looking sight you had ever seen⌠(especially with how those pants hugged his thighs so delectably)
âYou still there, angel?â Minho had stepped close to you and tapped your reading glasses. It was then that you realized you were mindlessly gawking at him and you cleared your throat and looked away.
âIâ IâŚâ You sucked in your lips, not trusting your voice. Your face was constantly red around this man. You still werenât able to look at him, but your face formed a tiny, giddy smile.
A shadow passed over you and you looked up to see Minho hovering over you, his hands on each of the arms of your chair as he stared into your soul. âI donât even get a hello? Should I leave?â He cocked his head with a cute lilt in his voice.
âN-No!â You bit your lip when you realized you had basically shouted that in his face. At the same time, cowering away because you had slightly jolted up and closer to his face. âH-Hi MinhoâŚâ
He sucked in his lips to hide his amused smile. âHey there, noona.â He said it deeply and as low as a whisper and and you licked your lips, mind glitching from his proximity. âIâve missed your cute little bashfulness. I thought Iâd come see it firsthand and not over text.â He gave you a once over and also licked his lips, leaning in closer.
âNoona! Youâll never guess whaââ Felixâs voice rang as he quickly walked down the aisle, but cut himself off when he rounded the corner and saw Minho hovered over you. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?!â Felix squared up to Minho as the man calmly stood up to face the smaller boy.
You shot up out of your chair when you saw Felix try and get in Minhoâs face and you stood between them. âFelix! Stop! Itâs okay!â Felix looked at you skeptically and then back at Minho. You hadnât spilled the beans yet about you and Minhoâs rendezvous and you didnât blame him for being startled.
You looked back at Minho who wore a stoic face as he stared daggers at Felix. How the fuck should you introduce him? You hadnât established any kind of relationship and you definitely hadnât slept with each other. What was Minho to you?
âFelix, this is⌠this is one of Changbinâs friends I told you aboutâŚâ You used the fact that Minho was at your back to your advantage as you made a pleading face to make him understand and leave.
Your blessed best friend read your intent and released a smile that took up his entire face. âOoooh yes, I see.â He bit his lip with giddiness and you rolled your eyes. âOkay! Donât mind me! Iâll just talk to you later, noona.â He winked at you and then skipped off down the aisle.
You sighed in relief until you felt the tense presence behind you and you were suddenly afraid to turn around. You stood there momentarily and then you felt arms wrap around your midriff, making you gasp. You felt his hot breath across the left side of your neck and your heart hammered. âWho was that?â It almost sounded like a growl as he whispered the words.
You were breathing heavily with anticipation. âM-my best friend, Felix⌠He works here too.â You couldnât control the airy tone to your voice.
âHmmmâŚâ You felt his breath raise to your ear. âJust a friend?âÂ
You couldnât help but feel a hint of satisfaction with the semi-jealous remark. âOf courseâŚâ You tentatively turned around in his arms and placed your palms on his chest, eyes glued to them because there was no way you could look at his face when you said the words. âI⌠I only want youâŚâ
He was silent for a moment and you helplessly looked up at him. He was staring down at you with a smile and you panicked when he lowered his face down to yours. âIs that so?â His grin was cheeky as his breath fanned across your lips. âProve itâŚâ He whispered and your resolve crumbled.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and tentatively pressed your lips into his, your shyness slowly melting away once your wet tongues started colliding.Â
Then you were hungry for more.
You started to put so much force into it, that he ended up being pushed back into your chair. He laughed as you put your hand over your mouth in astonishment of your actions. However, this was short lived as you saw a dangerous glint in his eye and you didnât hesitate to connect your mouths once more.
At first, you just leaned over his seated form, but when your kisses became more eager, you placed your knees on either side of his legs, squeezed tight by the small armchair. He looked up at you in awe of your boldness and his eyes went dark when you curled your fingers into his ginger hair. âFuck, youâre gorgeousâŚâ He muttered against your lips. His hands stayed politely on your waist, but something inside you wanted more, not like you could ever initiate it though.
You couldnât help but writhe around on his lap as you tried to get as close as possible to him in the small chair. You knew you would be mortified when your senses came back to you, but all you could focus on now was his wet tongue prodding inside your mouth as your panties started getting wet.
That was definitely a new development.
Of course you knew everything about the birds and the bees. I mean, you had read smut for heavenâs sake, you werenât clueless. But you had never experienced anything first hand. And, man, the feeling made you ache in a way you had never experienced before.
You whined pathetically when his hands grabbed your hips to keep them in place as he lightly massaged you. âGod, youâre trying to kill me, angelâŚâ He growled against your lips. Once again, he had to hold you back from your continuous assault on his lips. You kept chasing him and he chuckled. âBaby girl, youâre at work. I promise we can continue this later.â Baby girl⌠holy fuck.
You huffed and dropped your forehead on his shoulder, hands grasped tightly onto his shirt. You closed your eyes and took a long, deep breath to cool yourself down. You were pissed at how right he was. You sat up and looked at him with doe eyes. âPromise?â You unintentionally went back to feeling small and weak next to him.
He chuckled at your change in demeanor and gave you a smirk. His face leaned into you and he trailed kisses up the side of your neck, making you gasp and quiver. He gave you a squeeze on the hips as he left a wet, open-mouthed kiss right under your ear. âI swear, angel.â
He laid one last chaste kiss on your cheek and helped you stand up.
He ended up sticking around and doing what he originally intended to do when he came. Listening to you read aloud, talk about each otherâs likes and dislikes, and basically anything and everything you usually discussed over text, but actually getting to see and hear him directly.
He stayed most of the day and even helped you with a few tasks. You felt like you were in a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
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Unfortunately, Minho worked the next day, so you spent the whole day being as lazy as possible. That night, you had just stepped out of the shower and threw on an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts when you heard a noise from down stairs, specifically the noise of your front door code chiming with each digit. You froze, your heart beating out of your chest as you carefully listened to make sure your ears didnât deceive you.
Sure enough, you heard the opening and closing of the front door.
Panic rushed through your body. Changbin wasnât supposed to be home for another couple hours or so and he never gets off work early.
You rushed to your bed, freshly washed hair still dripping down your face and soaking your shirt. You got on the floor and pulled out your emergency baseball bat from under the frame. Sure, it wasnât the best weapon, but it would at least do enough to help you escape if need be.
You were as quiet as possible as you made your way down the stairs and you heard footsteps getting closer right around the corner. Okay, this is no time to be a pussy, Y/N. You can do this.
You were shaking with every step you heard and your palms were sweating from where they held the bat. When you saw a shadow walk up to the corner, you swung your bat around and your weak arms landed a blow with a loud *thud*.
âMOTHER FUCKER!! WHAT THE HELL?!â Your heart dropped out of your ass when you heard the voice of the intruder. At the speed of light, you whipped around the corner and was mortified to see Minho laying on the ground, slightly bloodied hand as he held it over his cheekbone in pain.
You dropped to your knees and crawled over to him, bowing your head to the floor at his feet with a profuse repetition of âohmygodimsosorryâ and âpleaseforgivemeâ and âdonthatemeimsuchanidiotâ.Â
Eventually he groaned as he sat up and saw your pleading. You looked back up at him with tears in your eyes. Oh my god, what have I done?! Fuck. Shit. He hates me now. A single tear fell from your eye and he smiled at you softly, wiping the tear away and pulling you in for a tight hug. He kissed your hair and whispered a tiny âItâs okay, angel.â
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He winced as you delicately held the frozen pack of peas to his bandaged up cheek and you bit your lip in concern. He obviously noticed and held onto your unoccupied hand. âI know youâre uneasy around me sometimes, angel. But goddamn, you donât have to try and kill me to get me to leave you alone!â He chuckled at his own sarcastic remark and the makeshift ice pack dropped to the floor when you buried your face in your hands.
âOh god, Iâm so sorry. I wouldnât blame you if you never talked to me againâŚâ He gently grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your teary-eyed face.
âHey, look at me angel.â You looked up at him with a quivering lip from where you were seated next to him on the couch. âI was just joking, babe.â He said babe⌠âI know you didnât mean to hurt me. Itâs my own damn fault for not warning you that I was coming to pick up my earbuds from Changbinâs room on my work break. Iâm sorry, angel.â
He kissed your forehead and you scoffed as you wiped away a stray tear. âWhy are you apologizing? Youâre not the one that beat your crush to a pulp.â You looked down at your hands that he had grasped in his own, knees touching from your proximity.
âCrush, huh?â He had a mischievous tone in his voice and you looked up at the glint in his eye. âAnd here I thought we had gotten past that pointâŚâ He smirked at you and you obviously blushed.
âW-well, I donât know what to call it!â You pulled your hands from his and crossed your arms as you looked at the floor.
You were less than prepared when he pushed you back by the shoulders down onto the couch cushions, your shocked eyes looking back into his smoldering ones as he hovered above you. âYou can call it whatever you want to. If weâre just friends, then so be it. But if you want me to yourselfâŚâ He said as he slowly caressed your arm and did a once-over of your body. â...then just say the word and Iâm yours.â
You felt every fiber of your being crackle like pop rocks with astonishment and your mind went blank. For once, you could think clearly without any ruminating or anxiety holding you back as you thought of your answer. âI⌠I really like you, Minho⌠I⌠I really want you to want me tooâŚâ You couldnât look him in the eyes and your whole face was cherry red but your lids were hooded and your breathing was heavy with tension.
When you looked up at the man hovering over you to see his reaction, the smile that spread across his face was one of the most beautiful expressions you had ever seen. âThen Iâm yours, angel.â
He immediately latched his lips onto yours and your hands flew up to wrap around his neck, your fingers intertwining in his red locks soon after. He quickly pried your mouth open with his tongue and normally you would worry that you were an awful kisser, but with the way he explored your mouth so enthusiastically, you decided you didnât care.
The way he had his seated upper body pressed against you drove you wild. Your core was swirling with want and since you never really had experience with the feeling before, you couldnât tame it.
You couldnât control your body as it involuntarily arched up into him and your leg slowly started creeping up to lay on top of his slightly angled lap that leaned toward you. He groaned into your mouth and then breathed heavily when his body slowly moved to hover over you properly, kneeling on the couch to let you put your legs up to pull him closer.
His lids were heavy when he pulled back momentarily. âAngel, I think we need toââ
âNoâŚâ You adamantly cut off his anguished words with a whiny plea as you tangled your legs with his. You were slightly freaked out with how bold you were being, but you refused to let that get to your head and stop you.
He grunted when you pulled him flush to you and your hands naturally traveled all over his neck and back. He had one of his thighs in between your legs and you couldnât explain the type of feeling you had when he pressed it up against you, all you could register was the embarrassing moan that escaped your lips.
You sucked your lips in your mouth and scrunched your eyes tightly with the mortification. You could feel his breath on your face as he looked down on you. âGod, youâre so adorable.â You opened your eyes and whined at his patronizing remark.
âMinho! Donât make fuâahhââ You were cut off by another moan when he pressed against you again. Once again, you clamped your eyes shut and you couldnât catch your breath. The pleasure his thigh brought you had an almost frightening effect on you. Your hands grabbed onto his biceps for dear life when he stopped moving. You looked up with pleading eyes.
âWhat do you want, baby girl?â His voice was a low growl as he teased you.
You bit your lip and took a deep breath, finally looking up at him with shaky eyes. âCan⌠Can you please do that againâŚ?â You felt beyond humiliated for saying it out loud and your whole body turned an aggressive shade of red. Do I seem desperate? Am I a slut for wanting this? Why hasnât he responded?!
Your ruminating ended when he ran his hand down your face with a wicked smile. His fingertips slowly ran down from your cheek, to your neck, down your decolletage and the side of your breast, finally ending its journey at the hem of your shirt, running his thumb just barely underneath to touch your bare skin. âAnything you want, sweet girl.â
You threw your head back again when he ran his whole thigh up between your legs, making your hips accidentally buck up. You squeaked out a âm-mmâ between your lips that were trying to hold back the humiliating noises, but Minho plunged in and there was no holding back. He latched his lips onto your neck and started licking and lightly sucking, leaving little wet kisses down the length of it. The noises tried to escape you, but you refused to let them.
He was slow with his movements, and you could feel his bulge press against your hip. The feeling made you terrified of the realization of what was actually happening, but you felt giddy that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. However, he only stopped after a few long strokes, removing his leg and pulling away to hover over you again
You huffed and cocked your head to look at him. He was slightly biting his lip, looking almost pained. âAngel, we really need to stop. We will have more time later, yeah?â
âB-but!â You whined and clung onto him, hiding your face in his shoulder. "But it hurts when you stopâŚâ Your mind wasnât able to focus on anything other than the aching between your legs. You rubbed your knees together to try and get some friction.
He looked down at your action and licked his lips. He chuckled shakily and caressed the bare skin of your waist where your shirt had risen up. âI know, baby. But I wonât have much willpower to not go further if I stay any longer.â Your ears burst into flames from the implication. âCan I help you with that some other time?â You shivered from his caress on your skin and his sugary sweet tone.
âI guess soâŚâ You didnât even realize that you started to sound so crestfallen and shy. However, you felt bashful as hell from how you were acting, so it was no surprise that you sounded like it. âI⌠I think I really like kissing youâŚâ
He laughed at your honest remark and pushed some disheveled hair out of your face. âOh yeah?â You looked away with a dusting of pink on your cheeks as you nodded. Another snicker escaped him. âWellâŚâ He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. âWeâve got plenty of time to do that later.âÂ
He winked at you and you hid your face with your hands to hide your giddy reaction. You heard the click of his tongue and you peeked through your fingers.Â
âYou make it so hard to stop when youâre so goddamned adorable.â He leaned in and whispered in your ear. âIt makes me want to ruin you, baby girlâŚâ The gasp you sucked in almost choked you and your eyes went wide. He flashed you that beautiful, evil half grin he always donned and you bit your lip as your face burnt.
He sat up and removed his hovering body away from you, but you stayed layed and hidden behind your hands.
âD-donât tease me, MinâŚâ You didnât even realize you had said the shortened name until you felt the scorching hot feeling of his hand on your bare thigh squeeze you.
âMin, huh? I like that.â You finally sat up, too intimidated to look at his face and felt your heart crumble when he stood up and turned back to you. âI promise we will have more time later, angel. Iâve got to get those earbuds and head back to work.â He held out his hand and you took it to stand up slowly.
You were surprised with the soft smile he gave you instead of his normal intimidating one.
After he retrieved the aforementioned item, he softly pecked your cheek at the front door. âIâll text you, yeah? Donât lock yourself away from me again while Iâm gone, kay?â
You nodded and it was only when you looked back at the couch that you realized what you had done. HOLY SHIT! You had JUST RECENTLY had your first kiss and you were already ready to give away your whole body to this man!!!
âŚ
Heâs definitely worth it.
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It wasnât long before you saw Minho again, he decided to take you out like a proper boyfriend. Dinner, the movies, all that fun stuff. You were surprised with how funny and how much of an oddball he was. After the encounter where you fucking nailed his beautiful face and cracked it open like an egg (to which the other boys taunted him about profusely), he wanted to slow down with you, much to your dismay.
Even when you two were alone, he didnât try anything, even if your thirsty ass wanted to be all over him. After about a month of that happening, your thoughts started spiraling down with anxiety and insecurities. He is sick of me. I wasnât any good and now he is letting me down easy. I should have known that a man like him would never want to be with someone as pathetic as me. I should just make it easy for him and shutâ
âNOONA!â Changbin shouted, shaking you from your thoughts.
âHuh? What?â You fumbled out of your daze as you fixed your eyes on your brother.
You and all of the guys were hanging out at your house in the living room for a movie night. Changbin sat in the armchair while you, Minho, Jisung, and Chan huddled on the sectional. You curled in on yourself with anxiety when all the guys watched Minho wrap his arm around you when you got settled in on the couch.
Before you and Minho went on your first official date, you had told Changbin. It was like he went through several stages of introspectiveness. First, he was quiet, like he wasnât sure he heard you right. Second, he was angry, mad that Minho even came onto you. Third, he was hysterical, disbelieving that you were telling the truth. Fourth, he was grieving, sad that his elder sister was no longer his âbaby sisterâ (even though you literally werenât). And finally, he was happy for you and Minho, deciding that if you were with anyone, he was glad it was with Minho.
However, it was when Changbin eyed him speculatively that you had zoned out.
âNoona, I called you like, three times.â He sat forward on his chair to get your attention and you shivered when Minho massaged your arm. You couldnât look at either of them.
âO-oh, sorry⌠I must have zoned outâŚâ You weakly chuckled and you realized that you started to sound meek again.
âWe were asking what movie you wanted to watch.â Jisung jovially said to you from the other side of Minho.â
âOh, um⌠I donât really careâŚâ You ducked your head down, unintentionally cowering from the attention. Why were you so anxious today?
âYou sure?â Minho said from beside you, trying, and failing, to catch your gaze. You just silently nodded to him.
âWell okay then!â Chan clapped his hands as he stood up. âChangbin, letâs go grab some snacks and then we can watch âParasiteâ, everyone cool with that?â
There was a âHell yeah!â from Jisung and a âCool with me.â from Minho. You just pathetically nodded again.
You could feel Minhoâs gaze on you and you pulled your legs up on the couch to hug your knees.
Jisung must have felt the tension because he headed to the kitchen as well with a brief âUh⌠Iâll go help them!â
That was when you felt Minho shift forward to face you in a way that you couldnât escape his eyes. âYou okay, angel? You seem tense.â He lightly massaged your shoulder and you minutely relaxed. You were exponentially smitten with this man.
âIâm fine, MinâŚâ You looked down. â...Just distractedâŚâ You bit your lip, hoping he wouldnât look into it further.
âTalk to me, babe. I wanna help.â Your heart soared, even though you deflated from his insistence.
âIâŚâ You didnât know how to put your thoughts into words. You bit your lip and looked down.
You werenât prepared for him to gently grab your chin with his thumb and index finger and direct your field of vision right into his eyes. He looked to the hall that connected to the kitchen and then gazed back at you, lowering his eyes to your lips as he leaned in to give you a long, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he had a slight smirk. âTrust me, I have ways of making you talk.â
His hand landed on your thigh and you froze.Â
His lustful expression started gravitating closer to your face and just when you were for sure his actions were going to lead in a certain direction, he abruptly went the opposite way. You squealed when he wrapped himself around you and started tickling you relentlessly, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around your waist and pull you tight to trap you against him.
He smiled at your tears of laughter and a deep red dusted across your cheeks once you begged for mercy and he stopped his torture. He looked at you like you had hung the moon and you swooned.
Once your mind settled, it anxiously remembered his question and your happy reactions turned back into anxious ones. âI⌠IâŚâ You couldnât get anything but that one syllable out of your mouth and he bit back an amused smile.
âHow can you be so preciousâ.â He kissed your cheek. ââAnd yet so sexy at the same time, hm?â He practically growled the words into your ear and you were absolutely frozen. âNowâŚâ He leaned back and looked you in the eyes again, his hand returning to park on your upper thigh. âAre you going to talk to me? Or do you want me to leave?â
Your eyes blew wide. There was no way in hell that you would let him go now. âN-No!â You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in place. He seemed very amused by your loud outburst. âI⌠Iâve just been thinkingâŚâ He tilted his head cutely and you blushed. âWe havenât really done anything sinceâŚâÂ
You directed your vision to the very couch you were sitting on. The one where you just about gave all of yourself to him. You knew he understood as he closed his eyes and slightly nodded.
âA-andâŚâ You habitually looked away when your nerves were through the roof and your lower lip was almost bloodied from your anxious chewing. âAnd Iâm afraid⌠that you didnât like it⌠that you donât want me in the way I want you⌠or that I am too patheââ
You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours and his hands tightening around you. He continued to press kisses all over your mouth and face and a giggle escaped your lips. When he relented his attack, he looked at you with a worried smile. âWhatever it is that you are thinking, just know that you canât be any more wrong.â
You felt shy and ashamed under his intense gaze.
âIâm a blunt man, noona. I donât sugarcoat anything, you should know that by now.â You meekly nodded your head. âIf I didnât want you, I wouldnât be holding you right now.â He squeezed you tighter and dug his fingers into your upper thigh. âIf I didnât want you, I wouldnât be kissing you.â He placed a delicate kiss to your lips. âAnd if I didnât want to ruin you right this instant, I wouldnât be fucking my hand every single day while thinking of you.â
Your eyes popped out of your head when the gravely words left his mouth and he slid the thumb of his hand up your inner thigh mere inches from where you wanted him. You shivered as he groped your thigh and looked down at you with fire in his eyes.
âAnd DONâTââ You cowered at his enraged tone of voice. ââEVER fucking say you are anything less than the incredible woman you are.â You deflated and your heart ached. âYou are the most infuriatingly adorable, intelligent, sexy, and kind-hearted person I know.â He squeezed you impossibly tight. âDonât you ever forget that, okay?â
He had stolen all of the words out of your lungs as your mind only focused on the fact that you realized you loved him. After only a couple months of knowing Minho, you had fallen hard and fast. The only thing that you could squeak out was a small âO-okayâŚâ
His eyes went dark again. âSay it like you mean it, angel.â
The intimidation that radiated off of him snapped you back to reality. âOkay⌠okay, MinâŚâ
His features softened and he provided a genuine smile. âGood girl.â The way he said it gave you a chill down your spine and you pulled him closer by his neck, stealing a long, sensual kiss.
âGross, guys! Get a fucking room, would ya?!â Jisung shouted from nowhere. You retracted yourself from the redhead as if he was made of fire and felt your entire body flush. You were as stiff as a board while Minho kept his arm around you with a smirk. Oh god, earth, swallow me now.
Changbin walked in with a glare directed at Minho and you knew this was going to be a looong movie.
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You had bid Chan and Jisung farewell and a good night as Changbin sluggishly dragged himself up the stairs and to his bedroom.
As for you and Minho, the latter had you pressed up against the wall next to the front door as he sucked and licked his way down your neck. You had your hands underneath his shirt to feel his bare back and his hands were firmly groping your ass.
âGodâŚâ He said between the desperate kisses on your neck and collarbone. âI wanted to take it slow, butâŚâ He bit down particularly hard on your shoulder and you whined. â...but youâre driving me fucking crazyâŚâ He wedged his leg in between yours and provided that erotic feeling on your clit with his thigh again.
You had tried to play with yourself since Minho had introduced you to that kind of pleasure, and you got to explore your sexual side, but it was nothing compared to his touch.
You whimpered when you finally got to feel his hard thigh on you again. He pressed it against you firmly, but your natural instincts took over and you started grinding down hard on the strong muscle, trying to keep your moans quiet so Changbin wouldnât hear.
âTell me how it feels, baby. I bet your wet cunt is so pretty right now.â You gasped and blushed to the point of it being painful at his profane words while he used his hold on your ass to raise you up and down on his flexed quad and, in turn, also rubbed his erection against your hip. You were unbearably red from his boldness and the filth of it all.
You breathlessly and bashfully answered. âYou⌠you make me feel so good, MinâŚâ
You felt him smile against your neck and then he relented his assault on your ass, just to run his hands up the back of your shirt to feel your bare skin as well. âThatâs right baby, tell me how good. I want to hear those dirty thoughts finally come out of that pretty little mouth.â
You wouldnât be able to in a hundred years. You couldnât tell him that your panties were drenched right now. Or the fact that you wanted him to touch you in any and every way possible. Or the fact that you had thought of him fucking you senseless countless times. No, you definitely couldnât respond.
You whined pathetically and hid your face in his shoulder as you continued to grind down on him. âAwe, is my angel too shy?â You nodded into his shoulder. âItâs okay baby, all I need to hear are those sweet noises of yours.â He smiled as he raised your lips to his and hugged you tight against his body, grinding into you hard enough to have you both sighing in pleasure.
âM-Min⌠Iâm having that feeling againâŚâ You whimpered against his lips.
âOh yeah? I bet you are soaked for me right now. I can only imagine how gorgeous you would be if you came all over yourselfâŚâ He bit his lip to hide his evil smile when you gaped at his dirty words. The hands that were traveling all over your back were scorching hot and all you wanted was for him to use those hands in other places.
âM-Minnie?â He hummed as he kissed your neck again. âCan you t-touch me?â
He looked up at you astounded. It looked like his mind glitched as he stopped moving for a moment, but he quickly resumed his cocky demeanor. âOf course, angel. Where would you like me to touch you?â He moved his hands around to your abdomen and started rubbing his thumbs around in circles, both of each otherâs pelvises never relenting their grinding the entire time.
You were too embarrassed to ask directly outright, so you removed your hands from his back to reach under the back of your shirt to unclasp your bra, making it easier for him to access when you grabbed his hands and slid them up to your breasts under your shirt. He bit his lip and hummed.
Once he started massaging them, you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face once more, earning a small chuckle from him. âGod, even your tits feel perfect, baby girl.â You felt a jolt shoot straight to your crotch when you felt him lightly roll your nipple between his fingers and you bucked your hips. âSensitive, are we? Good to knowâŚâ He dug his face in your shoulder as well and started leaving marks all across it.
You had read some smut here and there throughout your literary journey and you never understood what was so sexual about boobs. You saw your own every day and when you touched your own, there was no effect. To you, they were just flabs of fat that were there only for if you decided to breastfeed down the road.
Oh how wrong you were. After having been thoroughly aroused by Minho, all of your senses were on fire. Once Minho even slightly tweaked your nipple, you realized the feeling of the supple flesh being prodded was a direct line to making your toes curl and your knees weaken.
What was once light squeezes and flicks that tested the waters of your tolerance, turned into him firmly molding the flesh in his hands and pinching your sensitive buds. You removed one of your hands from him and held it over your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure you belted out.Â
He kissed his way up your neck and bit your earlobe. âFeel how hard you make me?â He pressed his erection into your hip for emphasis and you whined in between your fingers. âI canât even count the number of times Iâve thought about feeling you hot and wet around me.â He moved your hand so he could lick into your mouth. âItâs beyond concerning how I want to corrupt something so pure.â
Out of nowhere, he started to slow down and kiss you slow and sensually. His ministrations on your breasts started faltering and the stroking of his thigh became minutely less intense.
He pulled back from the kiss and freed one of his hands again to caress your face. âAnd yetâŚâ He looked at you with sparkling eyes. âI want to cherish and protect you all the same.â
You felt your cheeks heat up (as if they werenât already) and you leaned into his touch. âI⌠I want you to take all of my firsts, MinhoâŚâ His eyes blew wide and so did yours, stopping any and all movement between the two of you. You hadnât even considered the weight of your words before they tumbled out of your mouth, and yet, you meant them all the same.Â
You wanted to give your all to this man. Yes he was your first with a lot of things, and there was always the risk of losing him down the road, but you didnât care. Itâs not as if you particularly wanted to preserve your virginity, but you knew that if it was with Minho, he would make it special regardless.
However, if the dumbfounded look on Minhoâs face was any indication, he probably wasnât on the same page as you. Maybe he was just hoping to get a quick fling in and not bother with the mess of taking someoneâs first. Maybe he just liked leading you on for fun. You paled. âI-Iâm sorry⌠I-I donâtââ You felt your tear ducts swell with mortification. Of course, he is just playing with me, who would ever want to actually do something so intimate with someone like me?
You were cut off by his lips on yours (apparently he enjoyed doing that to shut up your intrusive thoughts). âWhy are you apologizing, stupid little girl?â He smiled fondly at you and you shyly smiled back. âI donât want to rush you into anything, angel. I need you to really think about it first.â
He pecked your cheek and took a step back from you. Your eyebrows furrowed. âW-w-w-w-whaââ You were so desperate for him not to leave that your baffled words failed you. What? Just like that?
You reached out to snake your arms around his neck. Did what I say put him off? It was just getting to the good part thoughâŚ
You pouted and he laughed at you, removing your hands from his neck and pecking both sets of knuckles. âAngel, you canât say shit like that to me and expect me to continue. I wonât be able to stop once Iâve started!â
You whined petulantly. âB-but thatâs what I want!â He scoffed at your reaction and then suddenly fixed his dark gaze on your body, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush to him.
Without a momentâs notice, he harshly bit below your jaw and growled in your ear. âYou donât know what youâre asking for. Now be a good girl and be patient.â He finished with a low whisper. âI promise I will make it worth your while.â
Your whole body shook with nerves and he pulled back with a cocky grin. You pressed your thighs together with want and your brows worried. You were sure you would die if you had to wait any longer.
Still holding onto your hips, he gave you a long, sensual kiss. âGoodnight, my adorable little angel~â He said almost mockingly as he headed toward the door, as if he knew just how much he was leaving you pining for more. You fixed a glare on him as he chuckled and sauntered out of your house.
Did he just (hypothetically) blue ball me?
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Minho:
For the record
I just ate galbi with Sungie
WITHOUT YOU
A tragedy I tell you
A TRAGEDY
You inadvertently snuck a peek at your phone while organizing a new shipment of books and you had to stifle a chuckle. You constantly tried to get Minho alone, but, much to your dismay, one of the guys always tagged along.
It's not like you didnât like hanging out with the others, they were a hoot, and you could actually talk semi-comfortably with them now, but they⌠lingered. Obviously, any time you would have Minho at your place, Changbin was always there to cock block you. And any time you tried to go to his place, Jisung was there. Jisung, being Minhoâs roommate, made them a package deal. And even though you got exponentially closer to Jisung than the others, you were still a very shy person (shocker, I know) and you couldnât even kiss Minho around any of them without folding in on yourself in embarrassment.
Needless to say, after two weeks of this bullshit, you were getting desperate.
Angel Noona:
Thatâs not my fault!
I have to work to survive!
âŚand feed Changbin
Minho:
What about me?!
Ur starving me!
Angel Noona:
???
Minho:
Youâre starving me of much needed one on one time with my girl! đŠ
You laughed and rolled your eyes at his melodrama.
Minho:
Fuck everyone else
Are you free after work?
Sungieâs staying at his parentâs place tonight
Your eyes widened when you snuck off to your hideout to read those three suggestive lines. You were suddenly in panic mode. Your thoughts were spiraling and your anxiety shot through the roof. Is he planning on tonight being THE night? Surely he doesnât want to. Heâs blunt, if he wants it, he will say it outright⌠right?
As if he heard your inner monologue from miles away, you felt the buzz indicating another message.
Minho:
Feeling shy, angel? đ
I know u read what I sent
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, contemplating a response that didnât sound like you had just been slapped in the face by a flurry of dangerous thoughts and lewd scenarios.
Angel Noona:
No I'm not!
I just wanted to be sureâŚ
U mean, like, TONIGHT tonight?
Minho:
Lol ur cute
U donât have to if u donât wanna
I just miss u đ
Your heart swelled and what was once a fit of anxiety quickly turned into a feeling of longing.
Angel Noona:
I miss u tooâŚ
Can I stop by my place first?
I need to grab a couple of things
Minho:
I seeâŚ
I hope ur not assuming ur staying the night
Your heart dropped and confusion was surely written all over your face. Maybe he just wants a quick lay before he goes to bed?
Minho:
LOL đÂ
I can practically hear the wheels turning in ur head
Itâs a joke, angel
Angel Noona:
đĄ
Ur so mean
Minho:
And ur so fucking adorable
But likeâŚ
In a way that makes me want to devour you
As soon as possible
Respectively of course
Your whole face lit up and images started pinballing around in your brain. You were suddenly thinking of how you could get off work as soon as possible.
Angel Noona:
Iâll take off early
Iâll be there soon
Minho:
Eager are we?
Angel Noona:
NoâŚ
Minho:
Suuure
Whatever you say, sweetheart đ
You scoffed and elected to leave him on read for that one, quickly calling Felix to come cover your shift. And, like the saint he is, agreed easily once you explained. You could always count on your best friend when it came to helping you broaden your horizons. Letâs just hope I donât make a complete tit out of myselfâŚ
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You had stiffened when Minho opened the door to his apartment and froze to shamelessly check you out.
You went a little overboard when you went home to pack. You dusted a little makeup on your face, dolled up your hair, and changed clothes. Felix had forced them upon you last time you took him shopping because they were âso hotâ and âthey compliment your body sooo perfectlyâ. Needless to say, it wasnât an outfit you would EVER choose for yourself, and hence, has been hidden neatly in the dark corners of your closet ever sense.
However, on this particular night, you decided to trust Felixâs judgment. You felt extremely self-conscious walking up to Minhoâs apartment in a tight, black, long-sleeved crop top and a high-waisted red plaid flare skirt topped off with black, thigh-high stockings. You felt like a damned slutty schoolgirl, even if you did wear your usual worn-out, hightop Converse, it even almost fit the look. It didnât help that you brought your stuff with you in a backpack. You were going to kill Felix if this ended badly.
You looked down at your shoes, anxiously turning your feet inward while your fingers fiddled with the soft fabric of your skirt, not knowing what else to do while he just stood and stared.
You got even more anxious the longer the silence lingered and you were quickly regretting your decision. âDonât just stand there⌠say somethingâŚâ Your voice was reverting back to its old ways with the amount of fear running through your veins.
You looked up at him just in time to see him shake his head as if to snap back into reality. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water and, before he could get any words out, Jisung walked up behind him with a bag slung over his shoulder. He stood in the doorway next to Minho with a similar expression.
Jisung apparently was the first to be able to form words. âOh⌠Oh my god, noonaâŚâ Both of the menâs ears were bright red and you quickly dropped your head down again, fidgeting even more with a crimson face that rivaled the color of theirs. âNoona, are you sure you want this guy? Like, I might not be as tall or as buff, butââ Jisungâs words were cut off by Minhoâs hand aggressively grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him out the door while pulling you in. âDonât have too much fun!â You faintly heard Jisung shout as Minho slammed the door in his best friendâs face.
You worriedly looked up at Minho who still hadnât said a word, he just continued to look down at your attire. You raised your hands and covered your face. âOh god, I knew this was a bad ideaâŚâ You groaned.
âNo!â He grabbed your hands and held them tightly in the space between you as you gnawed on your lip anxiously. âN-no, Iâm sorry! You look⌠just⌠wow⌠like⌠wowâŚâ A familiar pink adorned your cheeks while a tiny smile bloomed on your lips. Your habitual shyness made you look down at his strong hands intertwined with your dainty ones to avoid eye contact.
âY-you donât think itâs too much?â You peered up at his face which hadnât changed from his flabbergasted expression the entire time.
âWhat? Hell no! Itâs just⌠shit angel⌠I really wanted to just simply have you here, but goddamnit youâre making it really difficult for meâŚâ He released your hands and instead wrapped his arms around your waist, moving his eyes up from your attire to meet your eyes.
You were in a much similar situation. Ever since he told you that you two would be alone that night, your mind went to some very interesting places. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return and kept your glazed eyes fixed on his own as you mindlessly kicked off your shoes behind you.
You tentatively stood on your toes to press a kiss to his lips with a rose tint dusted across your cheeks and he immediately deepened it, roaming his hands over the small space of your bare back that your crop top revealed. Right at that moment, you heard a shrill beeping coming from somewhere inside the apartment. âShitâŚâ He mumbled against your lips and then sullenly rested his forehead against yours. âThe lasagnaâŚâ
You smiled and then giggled a bit, making him smile in return.
âCâmon, angel. Letâs go eat.â
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After dinner, the two of you decided to settle down for a movie. You two found out that you shared an affinity for anime and you two had already prepared a list of shows and movies that you both wanted to watch somewhere down the road.
However, with the lights turned off, a warm blanket covering both of your bodies as you snuggled up to him, and the LEDs from the TV shining off of his beautiful face, you were anxious about what was to come. You were pretty sure you were going to lose your virginity that night, and you were more than excited to give that gift to Minho. But you couldnât help but have your worries.
No one else has ever seen me naked. Will he think my body is pretty? I havenât even watched porn before so I am probably the least experienced person in the world. Hell, I havenât even physically seen a penis! Will he stop liking me if Iâm bad in bed? Biologically, he will break my hymen. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? OH GOD, what if I get blood on his sheets?! I might as well die right then and there. Should I have started birth control? Does he have protection? Will he thinkâ
Your thoughts were instantly redirected when Minho shifted in his spot next to you where you had cuddled up under his arm. He wrapped his hand under your arm and around your waist to pull you further up his chest so he could also prop a leg up on the couch next to your curled up legs.
This was fine. You could manage this. Deep breaths.
However, you knew you felt stiff and you didnât want him to think you were uncomfortable. So, without further ado, you scooted yourself up a bit further to wrap your arm around his abdomen and laid your head on his chest. You knew it was risky, but you also wrapped your leg around the one he had propped up on the couch.
You heard him take a large exhale and you wondered if he was holding his breath. Was he just as nervous as you were?Â
His body felt a million degrees hotter than usual as you were pressed up against him and goosebumps sprouted up all over your skin when he started rubbing circles with his thumb on your bare midriff with the hand he had wrapped around your waist. Holy fuck, how am I getting wet from just THINKING about this?
You bit your lip and clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to not make any lewd noises with the touch, but apparently, you werenât as subtle as you thought. âYou okay, angel?â His breath was hot as it fanned over the top of your head from where you were positioned on his chest. God, how does he affect me this much?
You looked up at him with a tiny smile and nodded. He smiled back softly and placed a lingering peck on your forehead, looking back at the TV soon thereafter. You, however, were mesmerized by his beauty. You knew all too well that he was a true Adonis. A statue carved by the gods. But you still could not believe that someone so perfect could be yours. You were undeserving of this man and you felt the sharp pang of love strike your heart again.
Your eyes were given a feast and you were a glutton. Your gaze drifted down to his perfectly smooth neck with veins that you wanted to trail over with your touch. You noted how his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down a dry swallow.
 His chest was broad and his pecs were prominent and strong, you couldnât help but wonder what he was hiding under that thin shirt. His arms were soft and toned, veins indicating that he was strong enough to break you and you didnât know why that turned you on so much. And oh my god HIS THIGHS, you had a fetish for those damn quads and you werenât afraid to admit it. Especially with how he had used them to give you more pleasure than you had ever known⌠so far.
Lastly, your eyes landed on the main course of the night. Even when he was flaccid, his bulge was more than prominent. You were almost scared of what was behind that zipper. Even with that said, your mouth inexplicably watered and you felt waves of your arousal coating your inner labia. You instinctively pulled yourself closer to him, clenching your thighs together around his side.
He squeezed you in turn, most likely assuming you just wanted to hug him closer. He was⌠partially correctâŚ
Your gaze drifted back up to his face and you licked your lips when you stared at the plump slope of his pouty upper lip. Your own mind had fully gotten you worked up and you wanted this man and you wanted him now.
You even surprised yourself when you scooted up to press a warm kiss to his cheek. When he turned and smiled at you, you got lost in his eyes. You habitually closed your eyes and laid the first gentle kiss onto his lips, which he returned in kind, letting you set the pace. You didnât know if you liked that kind of control or not.
Regardless, you hugged him tighter as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, running your fingers through his fiery locks in lieu of hugging his abdomen. When you tentatively poked your tongue out, he responded eagerly, pushing his own tongue against yours and exploring each otherâs mouths once again. You didnât think you could ever tire of kissing him. It felt like your lips were made for each other.
You felt his grip around your waist tighten and he used his free hand to gently run his fingertips up and down the side of your thigh. When you let out a loud, wistful sigh, he lowered his hand on your thigh to grab the back of it, pulling you up slightly further. You had rid yourself of all anxieties and replaced them with pure, carnal desire.
You deepened the kiss even further and slightly angled your body further on top of him, making him mimic your previous sigh.
With the leg he was grasping, you tentatively slid your thigh up and down the length of his growing semi and you freed the arm trapped underneath you to hold yourself above him. You had no clue what you were doing so you just let instincts take over. He was groaning into your mouth with the ministrations your leg was giving him along his length and his hand slid up under your skirt to grope your ass.
Your whole body was on fire and you were lost in the haze that was Lee Minho. The way his hand around your waist dipped up under your shirt a bit further, just enough to caress the edge of the latch of your bra. The way his breath was hot and heavy as it fanned across your face. The way the hand on your ass started kneading further and further around, closing on the inside of your thigh from behind.
It was all too much and not enough altogether.Â
You needed to touch him and you needed it now.
You retreated your hand from his locks and used it to snake its way under the hem of his shirt to splay your fingers out over his abdomen. The defined muscles under your touch flexed and you quietly whined into the kiss.
Your kisses became sloppy as you nipped at each other's lips and you wanted to explore this enigmatic man even further. You wanted your mind and body completely melded to him. Your body decided your next move before your brain did.
You paused your kissing, eating him up solely with your eyes and you moved so your entire body was on top of him, your thighs hugging his hips tightly once both of his legs were fully on the couch. Your tongue wanted a taste of his taut skin and you latched your lips onto his neck, suckling tentatively.
When you moved your groin against him, your eyes flew open and you gasped at how good it felt for your pussy to be pressed up against his clothed erection directly. You felt a sense of pride when you heard him try to bite back a moan.
He felt like heaven, with your hands under his shirt and his under yours, you figured there was no use for formalities anymore as you sat up on him and tried to claw his shirt off of him. He chuckled at your desperate movements.
He grabbed your flurried hands as you desperately tried to get him to cooperate. His voice was velvety smooth and lower than usual. Your whole body was shaking and all you could think about was how much you needed him NOW. âSettle down, angel. Use your words for me.â You flushed at his taunting words and curled in on yourself.
You whined when you crashed back down on his chest to hide your face, your hips unable to stop their grinding until he stopped them for you with his hands on your hips.
âNow, now.â He whispered against your hair and gave you a tender kiss on the head. âDonât be a brat. You donât get anything unless youâre brave enough to ask.â You could still hear the smirk on his face and you wanted to throw a tantrum.
You couldnât look at him as your words were muffled in his shirt. âP-please, Minnie⌠I want to touch youâŚâ You were too far gone to feel embarrassed at how desperate you sounded because truthfully, you were. Really. Really. Desperate.
He freed one of his hands from your hips and cupped your chin to look up at him. âGood girl. Anything for you, angel.âÂ
He pulled you in for a kiss again, passionate and ravenous and you didnât hesitate to use your free hands to your advantage and sit up to strip yourself of your own shirt first. You felt blood rush to your cheeks when he pulled back to look at you.
âGoddamn, baby girlâŚâ His eyes were glued to your lacy bralette and his hands naturally gravitated towards them (kudos to Felix for his undergarment suggestions). You blushed heavily and bit your lip as he groped the clothed mounds and he looked mesmerized. A tiny smile found its way to your lips and you leaned forward to whisper against his lips.
âCan you take it off for me?â You were astonished with how bold you had gotten within the past few minutes, and even though you still sounded meek, when his hands rushed to unclasp your bra and throw it somewhere within the dark void of the apartment, you were too eager to think on it much.Â
You had to force yourself to allow him to look at your naked chest without instinctually covering yourself. However, you did have to look away for your next query. âC-can I take yours off too? I want to⌠I want to feel youâŚâ
He let out a shaky breath when he looked at your flustered face. âHow the fuck can you be so adorable, yet so goddamn sexy at the same time? You drive me insane, baby girl.â He sat the both of you up so he could rid himself of his own shirt and when he leaned back again⌠holy hell.
Your eyes feasted on his chest and abdomen as your fingers naturally gravitated to graze across his abs and pecs. You felt him shiver underneath you, his hands finding their home on your hips as he tried to keep himself from grinding up into you. âY-youâre so beautiful, Minnie.â Your eyes sparkled as you looked back up at his face, his expression surely similar to your own.
âFuck, have you seen yourself? You are the most gorgeous thing Iâve ever laid my eyes onâŚâ His hands closed in around your breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. Again, you were surprised at how this simple action made your hairs stand on end and made your body lean into his touch. He looked up into your eyes as his thumbs grazed over your nipples.
You were sure your entire body was crimson, but you had to bite back a moan and close your eyes from just that small stimulation from him. However, all was for naught when he leaned in and sucked one of the pink buds into his mouth. Your moan came unbidden and you clamped your hand over your mouth.
He pulled back with furrowed brows. âDonât be shy, baby. I want to hear that pretty voice. Want to finally hear filthy things fall from those sweet, innocent lipsâŚâ He thumbed your bottom lip as he spoke and his other hand still played with your nipple. Your breathing was heavy as he looked at your reddened face and you squeezed your eyes shut and whined when he rolled the soft bud between his fingers. âSo fucking sweetâŚâÂ
He hungrily latched his lips onto your neck and you loudly gasped when he wrapped his arms under your thighs and hefted the both of you up off the couch. Your hands flew to hold yourself up around his neck as he stumbled his way into his bedroom. Your heart was racing at the speed of light when he sat down on the bed, keeping you straddled around him as he pulled you impossibly tight on his lap.
This was it. You knew there was no doubt of what was going to happen once the two of you moved to the bed. Your body was shaking with nerves and he definitely could tell.
His face softened and he moved a hand to cup your cheek, gently running his thumb along your swollen and spit-slick lips. âWe donât have to do anything, angel. I love you with or withoutââ He cut himself off when he saw your astonished face.Â
WHAT THE FUCK? HE LOVES ME?! Your mind was stunned into stillness, only focused on one thing. MINHO. MINHO. MINHO. How the hell does this ethereal human being love someone like ME? Thereâs no fucking way. There is no way that this is reciprocated.
That was the first time you saw Minho blushing and flustered. âI-I mean⌠I know you may notââÂ
You cut him off with a searing kiss and pulled him flush against you, not wanting to ever let him go. âOh my godâ* God, Minhoâ*â You continued saying in between kisses. âGod, I love you tooâ* So freaking muchâ* You have no ideaâ*â You were blabbering as he laughed between your desperate kisses. However, he stopped his laughter when you started grinding against him and you snaked your tongue between his lips, instead making him groan into your mouth and pull you tighter against him.
You were on cloud nine and you never wanted to come down.
You were feeling dizzy from the amount of heat radiating between the two of you and you were eager to feel his bare tumescence between your legs. You tentatively slid your hand between the two of your bodies and lightly palmed his erection. You had no clue what you were doing, but you at least knew the pressure would feel nice to him.
The kiss was interrupted by him groaning against your lips, his open mouth breathing heavily into your own. You felt proud of yourself and moved to suckle on his neck again.
Without warning, he flipped the two of you upside down further up the bed and he attacked you.
He started by kissing his way all the way down from your neck, to your clavicle, to your chest, and finally to your right nipple. Your back involuntarily arched up into him when he sucked, nibbled, and licked the sensitive bud, repeating the same actions on the left one. You were a whimpering mess and it wasnât until you felt the hem of your skirt raising that you realized he was trailing his fingers up your inner thigh.
Your whole body went stiff in anticipation and your eyes flew open when you felt his warm fingers press against you over the fabric of your panties. If you had thought his thigh felt good against you, this was a whole other world of pleasure.
The pornographic moan that escaped your lips when he rubbed your clit over the fabric came as a surprise to both of you and he popped off of your nipple to smile at you devilishly. âThatâs it, love. Tell me how it feels.â He sneered just before he trailed his lips down to the edge of your skirt.
âS-so g-good M-MinâŚâ Your fucked out voice croaked out.
âOh yeah? What about this?â Your whole body felt like it was electrocuted when he deftly pushed that last bit of thin fabric aside and ran his fingers through your dripping folds, sliding up to lightly pinch your bare clit.
You cried out loud and your voice was almost sobbing when you responded. âOhmygod s-sogoodsogoodsogood!â You had never felt anything like this and you couldnât even imagine that it could get any better.
âMy good girlâŚâ You cried out once more with a suppressed sob when you felt his hand retreat. Your head, which had been thrown back in pleasure, snapped up to see why the fuck he would rob you of that feeling, but your whole body shook at the sight of him. He had brought his shimmering fingers to his mouth and was slowly licking your arousal off of his digits. âSo wet for me baby.â He sucked off the last slick digit and hummed. âTastes even better than I imagined.â
You didnât know why such a filthy thing would make you so horny, but you reveled in it. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together to get any kind of friction and you whined. âM-Minnie⌠need youâŚâ Your brain was losing its ability to form complete sentences and you knew you would look back on yourself later and cringe.
He flashed his beautiful crooked smile and you were sure you had sparkles in your eyes with the way you looked at him. âOf course, my sweet angel.â He moved back up to briefly kiss your lips and then shimmied down to your feet to start slowly, painfully slowly pulling off your stockings. You wanted to whine and rip them off yourself, but the warning look in his eyes kept you at bay.
Just as he slipped off the last bit of your remaining sock, you started frantically undoing the zipper on the side of your skirt, clumsy fingers struggling with the small latch at the top.
Before you could even think to prepare yourself, he sprung on you like a lion and ripped your hands from their task, pinning them above your head with his threatening smile hovering inches from your face. âTsk tsk tsk.â He tutted at you. âOvereagerness gets you nowhere princess.â He pressed a slow, wet kiss to your jaw. âYou should know better by now.âÂ
You were a whining and panting mess at this point and you wanted nothing more than to rip off any shred of remaining clothing separating the two of you.
As if he read your mind, he reclaimed one of his hands, still keeping both of yours clasped firmly in his other one, and slowly grazed his fingers down your skin to thumb at the latch of your skirt. âThisâŚâ He expertly undid the latch one-handed. â...is my job.â
Again, taking all the time in the world, he slowly pulled down the zipper until he released your hands so he could pull the remaining pieces of fabric off of you, both your skirt and your panties being thrown off to the side.
At this point, you had had enough. Right as he turned back to face you, his shirtless form standing at the foot of the bed, you crawled on all fours to grab him by his shoulders, turning him around and forcing him to lay back on the bed.Â
You straddled him, your lust-muddled brain not even processing that you were fully naked on top of him as you started kissing every inch of skin that you could see. His neck, his chest, his abs, everything was being showered with frantic kisses and you didnât even notice his hands sneaking up your thighs to grab your ass until you felt him pull you down to rub against the rough fabric of his jeans covering his raging boner.
Your body seized up in pleasure and he used your moment of weakness to flip you back over. âNow, now, little lady. We donât want to rush things now, do we?â You exhaled a frustrated huff that made him chuckle but you shook your head in agreement. Your anxious breaths picked back up as you saw him slide further down between your legs. âNow just lay back and let me take care of you, angel.â
Your whole body was shaking and you felt like you were running out of oxygen as you felt his breath ghost over your most sensitive area. You watched in reverie as he lowered himself down and he locked eye contact with you as he licked a fat stripe up between your folds to flick your throbbing pearl.
Your jaw dropped and you could swear you screamed, but no noise escaped your lips. He closed his mouth around your clit and started sucking hard and you saw stars. He had to hold down your hips from bucking directly up into his face so he wrapped his arms under your thighs and hiked them up on his shoulders so he had a firm grasp on your whole lower half to do what he pleased with it.
You felt something release inside you and then you really did scream. You would have to worry about potential noise complaints later because, right now, you were in a whole different dimension. A world where only you and Minho existed as he ate you out like a starved man.
Once you came down from your high, you were beyond embarrassed that you had just came all over your lover and his duvet. He didnât let you think much further on it, however, as he continued to lap up and flick his tongue all over your cunt, racing you to your peak once again. You were pumping out moan after moan and when you felt one of his hands release you from its grasp, you thought he would stop.
However, he didnât. He doubled his efforts and you choked on a sob when you felt a slender finger work its way inside you. It was only then that he retreated his mouth from you and the look on his face would be forever ingrained into your brain. He had a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and his mouth and chin were dripping as he gave you the brightest and most satisfied smile you had ever seen.
He continued to pump his finger inside you and he wiped off his face with the back of his hand as he moved up to kiss you. The taste of yourself on his mouth was unlike anything you could compare to. You just knew you needed more, more, more.
âIâm gonna stretch you a bit. Okay, beautiful?â He said as he eased a second digit in. Your heart swooned as you looked up at the man who currently had his fingers buried up your cooch and you nodded frantically before smashing your lips to him again.Â
You wanted to die being attached to this manâs lips. You felt like you would never be able to live again without his touch. Once he eased in a third finger, you winced and he shushed you soothingly while rubbing circles with his other hand on one of your spread thighs.
However, when he stopped pumping and started what felt like digging around, you once again felt that same heat wave roll over you and you instantly came once he found that spongey bundle of nerves inside you. He smiled against your agape mouth and you swore your eyes had rolled into the back of your head.
How THE FUCK did you never know your body could feel so good?!
The thought didnât escape you, though, that it was in large part due to it being Minho making you feel this. You just knew that you would never be able to replicate this feeling on yourself.
You were still coming back to your senses when Minho quickly shimmied off the bed to start removing his jeans. You almost felt offended that he was doing it himself and he chuckled at you when he saw your pouty facial expression. âOh, Iâm sorry baby girl.â He cooed condescendingly. âDo you want to help me with the rest?â
With a hopeful smile, you moved to the edge of the bed where he stood in nothing but his boxers, cock straining against the fabric. You licked your lips nervously as you raised your trembling fingers to his waistband. He watched your expression as you shakily pulled down the fabric and his cock sprung free from its confines, the last remaining garment falling to the floor.
Your eyes blew wide and you were fascinated. His dick was unlike anything you imagined. It was thick with a nicely proportioned head that was glistening with precum at the tip. He had long strands of veins that protruded up the shaft and it had a slight curve upwards. You didnât really know what else to expect, but you didnât think that a dick could look so pretty.
You stared at it in wonder as you raised your hand to gently glide your fingertips over the surprisingly smooth skin. At that moment, you realized you were gawking and you peered up at his reaction in embarrassment. He had the most wicked smile on his face and you were quickly reminded of the dreadful aching between your legs.
He silently reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet from his bedside drawer. You felt yourself wondering who the last girl was who had sat here and seen him do the same thing for her. You quickly shook yourself from that thought and resolved yourself to live in the here and now.
Before he was about to tear it open, you stopped him with a hand on his wrist. âW-waitâŚâ
His face was concerned as he looked back at you. âWhat is it, babe? Something wrong?â You shook your head and looked down with the brightest of reds blooming on your face. He quickly caught on with an evil grin. âYouâve gotta use your words, angel. Or are you planning on being a little devil tonight?â He grasped your chin to force you to look at him. âI know thereâs something going on in that pretty head of yours.â He narrowed his eyes into slits, smile never faltering.
You briefly whined in defeat and then relented with humiliation in your voice. âCan⌠Can I taste you first?âÂ
You expected him to tease your meek words relentlessly, but when you looked up, a whole new fire started to roar in his eyes. âFuckâŚâ He bent down and crashed his lips to yours in a brutal, yet brief kiss. âI fucking love you.â A smile grew on your face.
He then stood up straight again and held his cock steady for you, waiting for your next move. You licked your lips once again and felt yourself mesmerized by the appendage in front of you. You leaned in and gave it an experimental lick, a string of precum following your tongue from the action. You smacked your lips to assess the taste. Salty, bitter, and a tiny bit acidic, but not bad by any means.
You leaned back in and decided to take the whole head in this time, really exploring every grove and crevice as you took in more. You glanced up at his face and he looked absolutely ravenous. He was looking at you like he was going to devour you any second and when you felt his goosebumps raise under the hands that you had placed on his thighs, you knew you were doing something right.
Before you could explore any further, you were ripped from your experiment and your back hit the duvet again with a torrential rain of kisses falling down upon you. âYouâre soâŚâ More kisses. â...fuckingâŚâ Even more. â...perfectâŚâ He finished with a passionate kiss on your lips before he pulled back and tore the condom wrapper open, sliding the rubber on himself with ease.
You settled back onto the bed to get more comfortable and you started to feel a sliver of anxiousness. Like, holy hell. Yeah, youâre horny enough to hump him like a bitch in heat, but, like⌠heâs big. You donât necessarily have anything to compare it to since this is the first dick you had seen in person, but he was definitely bigger than those few fingers he just used on you.
He could obviously sense your internal struggle as he smoothed his palm up and down your thigh consolingly once he was positioned between your legs. âDonât worry, angel. Iâll go slow to try and make it as comfortable as possible, okay?â You just looked into his beautiful, clear eyes and nodded dumbly. Damn, you were so gone for this man.
He hovered over you and captured your lips with his and his hand wandered down to play with your clit. Man, did he know how to read your body like the back of his hand, or what? Your anxiety was quickly replaced with arousal once again and you started arching up into him, silently begging for more as you tangled tongues with the man.
âHey.â He said softly as he pulled back to look at you. Your eyes fluttered open as you continued to breathe heavily. âKeep your eyes on me.â He demanded, and you started to feel the slick heat of his cock run up and down the opening of your folds. You whimpered at the feeling and he soothingly ran the feather-light touch of his fingers up and down your thigh to relax you.
Your eyes squinted when you felt the first push of him breaching your entrance, but you kept your focus on him the entire time. It was very subtle, but you could see him briefly shiver as well. In that moment, you felt like he was staring straight into your soul. His eyes sparkled and when he kissed you, you could feel the pure love and desire he poured into it.
You felt a single tear roll down the side of your face and you pulled him impossibly closer to you, bringing him to fully sheath inside your tight cunt. The kiss was interrupted when your jaw dropped open at the sharp pang of brief pain that shot through your core that made you whimper like a puppy.
Again, he shushed you soothingly and brought a hand up to pet your sweaty hair out of your face. He rested his forehead against yours as you adjusted to the intrusion and your shaky breath mingled with his own.
You felt him start to trail feather-light touches all over your body, moving to start kissing down your neck and chest as well. You emitted a soft moan when he, once again, flicked your swollen nipple with his tongue.Â
He slowly moved to hover over you again and he brought his hand up to thumb at your lips. âOpen.â He commanded in a raspy voice. You immediately complied and he pressed the pad of his thumb to your tongue, prompting you to suck and lick the entirety of it. A small smirk appeared on his face when you kept your eyes locked on him.
Your entire face was ablaze, but you focused your efforts on trying to keep him as aroused as you were by slowly twirling your tongue around his thumb as you suckled on it. The hunger in his eyes started to build once again as he reclaimed the slick digit and lowered it to press gingerly against your clit.
Your pussy involuntarily squeezed around him at the surprising and delectable pressure and the both of you groaned into each otherâs mouths.
Your fingers were positively digging into this manâs back and you were sure that there were going to be marks left behind. You werenât sure why that turned you on so much.
At some point during his ministrations on your clit, you realized that you no longer felt any pain and you found yourself wiggling under him for more of that delicious feeling of his cock moving inside you.
He was clenching his jaw tightly as if he was holding back from just pile-driving you into the mattress. You felt a sick pleasure inside you at the thought. His thumb started moving faster and your breaths started becoming quicker as you wrapped all your limbs around him with a whimper. âM-MinnieâŚâ You spoke in a wistful tone. âM-MoreâŚâ You whined and a cocky smirk grew on his face again.
âMore what, baby?â He taunted. The bastard knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it. He removed his hand from where he was driving you to the edge and you groaned in frustration. âSay it, angel.â He said in a low, seductive tone with a Cheshire grin. âTell me how much you want my cock.âÂ
You glared at him and he chuckled, unexpectedly grabbing your arms from around his neck and pinning your hands above your head once again. You squirmed and whined but he remained still with a firm grasp. You knew you could break free if you really wanted to, and he would let you, but there was nowhere you would rather be than right there underneath him.
âSay, âMinho, please fuck me.â He said in a poor imitation of your voice. âSay it with those sweet, innocent lips of yours and I will make you feelâŚâ He kissed your cheek. â...soâŚâ He kissed your jaw. â...soâŚâ He kissed your neck. â...good.â He fanned his breath back up to your lips to wait for the words to fall from them.
Your face was scorching hot, but you were desperate. âM-MinhoâŚâ He grinned wider. â...pleaseâŚâ You screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment at what you were about to say as you took a deep breath. âPlease fuck meâŚâ You said in a hushed voice.
You waited, and after a moment of silence, you peeked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring at you as if he was about to eat you alive and it caused another wave of arousal to stir in your core. Without another word, you felt the breathtaking feeling of his dick dragging against your sensitive walls as he pulled out to the tip.
Your eyes fluttered as you focused on his expression of pleasure. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed heavily and he had his hooded eyes bored into your own. He interlocked his fingers with yours that he had pinned above your head and he slowly pushed back in so he wouldnât hurt your tender cervix.
You bared your neck when you threw your head back with a moan. He continued his torturous steady push and pull, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he dragged sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.
âFuck, you feel even better than I imagined, angel. So tight and warm. Just dripping for me, baby.â He groaned into your neck.
You couldnât stop the pornographic moans that slipped from your mouth. âJ-just for you, M-Minnie. Only youâŚâ You gasped.
âFuck.â Those words must have made something inside him snap because he increased his speed and power tenfold. You belted out a loud, drawn out moan.
The air in the room was humid with your combined sweat as he plowed into you. He moved to prop himself up on his knees and grab a fistful of each of your ass cheeks so he could raise your body to meet his thrusts. You were clawing at the sheets and wrapping your legs around him as tight as you could as you continued to moan, whine, and shout out in pleasure.
All that could be heard was constant slapping of your ass cheeks against his thighs, your cries of bliss, and a mantra of âfuckâ, âyesâ, and âmineâ falling from his lips.
You felt your orgasm racing to the top at an embarrassingly fast rate and Minho barely even adjusted, but his very slight reposition to raise your legs just hit a spot inside you that had you screaming.
âFUCKFUCKFUCKYESYESYES! Pleaserightthere! Donâtstopdonâtstop! God YES!â You never knew it was possible for anything like that to come from your mouth, but nonetheless, the words rang out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. You were sobbing and running the words together from being so cockdumb in that moment and your whole body convulsed as you came all over again.
âFuck. Shit, angel.â Minho croaked out. His thrusts became erratic and he basically growled as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside you as he came furiously.
As he pumped into you the last few times to ride both of you through your orgasms, he choked out a huge breath of air as if he had been holding it throughout his climax. He abruptly dropped down and laid his head on your chest, finally trying to catch his breath.
Your breathing matched his and you hugged his head as you ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair. Eventually, your breaths evened and you felt his softening cock start to slip out. Before it could cause a problem, he pulled back and eased it out of you, making you cringe from the soreness. He tied the condom and pecked your lips before heading to the bathroom to throw it away.
You swooned when he came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned up all your arousal that covered your crotch and thighs. âOh god!â You sprung to sit up when you saw a tinge of red on the cloth and he gently pressed down on your shoulders to lay you down again. âIâm so sorry!â
He threw the washcloth into his laundry bin and then smoothed his hand over your hair with a smile. âAngel, that was nothing. I expected way more from your first time.â He kissed your forehead and you nodded meekly, finally relaxing your stiff muscles.
He pulled off the duvet and replaced it with a thick blanket, tucking you under the sheets before spreading the warm linen over you.
He crawled in next to you and wrapped you in his arms as he kissed you gingerly. He pulled back to properly look at you. âDid I hurt you at all?â He looked genuinely worried and your heart soared.
You smiled and shook your head. âNot any more than I had expected.â
He smiled and moved his hand to run his thumb over your cheek. âAre you still sore?â
You wiggled slightly to assess the damage. It felt a little achey, but nothing as bad as you had expected. âMaybe a little. But⌠I kind of like it.â You said with a blush, not able to look at him when you voiced your bold thoughts.
âOh yeah?â You could hear his voice dripping with cockiness and you peered up at him shyly. You wanted to kiss the smirk off of his face. âMy little angel has a bit of a dirty side to her, doesnât she?â He squeezed you closer by your waist and you weakly punched his pec with a pout.
âShut upâŚâ You mumbled while trying to hide your red face in his chest.
You felt him rumble with laughter and he started drawing soothing patterns on your back with the pads of his fingertips. âDo you want to shower now or in the morning?â He asked lazily as he rested his chin on top of your head.
However, your answer was already clear when you hummed in response, already drifting off to dreamland from the sound of his steady heartbeat and the soothing effects of his touch.
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âWell good morning tardy pants, I trust you two had an eventful morning.â Jisung spoke up with a shit-eating grin from the other end of the table. Flashbacks of Minho passionately eating you out in the shower that morning only a few hours ago ran through your mind at Jisungâs greeting.
You and the boys had agreed to meet up for brunch the following day after you spent the night with Minho and you may have been⌠running a bit behind.
Minho stared daggers down at his roommate and the younger man just chuckled, knowing Minho had a soft spot for him and wouldnât actually do anything about it. All you could do was sit down next to your brother with red-tipped ears and eyes on the ground.
âOh Iâm sure whatever it was must have been very important to them.â Chan stated with a stifled laugh.
âUgh, I think Iâm gonna be sickâŚâ Changbin pulled his cap down further on his head and melted into the seat.
âYah! Shut it, all of you!â Minho threatened as he sat down next to you and threw an arm over the back of your chair.
After the five of you had ordered and there was a lull in the conversation, Jisung suddenly spoke up, obviously addressing you with an ornery grin. âSo tell us about last night, noona. You were looking pretty dolled up.â He winked and you covered your blazing face with your hands.
âSHUT UP, JISUNG.â Minho and Changin said in tandem and the younger man relented in a fit of giggles.
Minho rubbed your back consolingly and you knew this was going to be a looong day.
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After that, you and Minho were inseparable, completely incapable of keeping your hands off each other. You practically lived at his and Jisungâs apartment and besides Felix, Jisung had become one of your closest friends.
You eventually introduced Felix into the group and it was like he had belonged there all along. It was almost impossible to not like Felix so you werenât necessarily surprised anyway. The only disturbing caveat was the fact that Felix was all over your brother. However, it was pretty entertaining watching Changbin get all flustered.
Ever since your dad died, you finally started to feel like a human being again.
One lazy night, you, Minho, and Jisung were lazing on the couch at their place watching anime and all day you kept catching Minho staring at you when you werenât looking. When Jisung finally decided to go to bed (not without his mandatory goodnight hug), you instantly crawled onto Minhoâs lap when the bedroom door shut.
He looked pleasantly surprised and he wrapped his arms around your waist from where you were straddling him. âWell hello there.â He said in a low voice, mostly masked by the television noise. âDonât you think we should move to the bedroom for this? Or do you want to give Hannie a show?â He teasingly wiggled his brows.
Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and placed a heartfelt, yet chaste kiss on his lips. You bit your lip, debating whether you should say anything, but ultimately decided to go for it. âIs there something on your mind, Min? I know youâve been looking at me funny today.â
âMe? Looking funny? Nonsense. I only ever look handsome.â He jokingly poised his chin up, but you werenât having it. You narrowed your eyes and showed that you were unconvinced. He gave up and sighed. âFine, I may or may not have something on my mindâŚâ
When he didnât elaborate, you were worried it was something about you. You looked down as you played with the collar of his shirt. âDid I do something wrong?â
âWhat? No!â He quickly raised a hand to cup your cheek. âOf course not! Itâs just⌠Changbin talked to me and itâs had me thinking, thatâs all.â
Now you were confused. âDid he say something about me? Oh my gosh, Iâm gonna strangle that littleââ
âNo!â He cut your angry threat off with a boisterous laugh that slightly eased your anxiety. âNo, nothing like that. He just⌠he told me about your dad⌠and everything youâve gone throughâŚâ Your heart dropped. âAnd before you jump to conclusions, no, he wasnât just talking shit. He wanted to⌠thank me.â
Your anger dissipated and you listened intently.
âHe said that ever since we met⌠you started to become alive again. He said that you were living without purpose before and he wanted to⌠thank me⌠for bringing you back to lifeâŚâ He looked at you with a crease in his brow and you smoothed over it with your thumb.
âWell, heâs right.â You reiterated. âI donât think I would have ever regained my ability to be a normal person if you hadnât pushed me to. He was right to thank you.â
He smiled sadly and shook his head. âThat was all you, angel. Not me. The only person that can come back from something like that is yourself. And you did. I just happened to be along for the ride.â He teasingly pinched your cheek and you chuckled as you swat his hand away.
âWell, whether you like it or not, you were the one that forced me out of my comfort zone of only living in the land of books.â
âSmutty novels are your comfort zone?â Your blood ran cold and your jaw dropped.
âWhaâ y-youâ!â
âYou seriously didnât think I would look into what types of books my girl likes? What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?â He said with a cracked-up smile.
You scooted back on his lap and crossed your arms as you pouted off to the side. âThose arenât the only books I readâŚâ You grumbled.
He just laughed and grabbed your arms to put back around his neck, pulling you back closer by your waist again. âOkay. Okay. Whatever you say, naughty girl.â You glared at his taunting words until his face turned serious again. âYou can thank me all you want, but donât underestimate how strong you are. How strong youâve been all these years. Because everything youâve been through has made you the girl I love today. So if anyone should be grateful, itâs me.â
You felt a lump form in your throat and you felt all of the emotions of the past years crawl up to your watering eyes. You refused to let yourself cry. Not right now. So you crashed your lips to his in a searing kiss, trying to portray every ounce of your love with your lips.
You separated just to whisper against his lips. âI love you, Minho.â
A tear fell unbidden. âI love you too, my angel.â
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Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue never met Jisung and Minho.
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung, mxfxm, mxm, barely switch!jisung, sub!minho, barely softdom!fem reader, oral (m), gender envy?, cumming untouched, cum swapping, minho is rich rich fr
âďžcan be read as stand alone
Phase Three âďž.*ď˝Ľď˝Ąďž Phase Four âďž.*ď˝Ľď˝Ąďž Phase Five
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âWill you sit down? We all have to agree or else Iâll be silently wallowing in self consciousness for all of eternity.â You pull out the seat next to you for Jisung to fill, Minho on your other side with his arm slung over the backrest.
âIâm fine with anything you pick out for the room, I just want a bigger bed.â
âSame,â Minho combed his long hair back, gently caressing the back of your neck. âPick out any decorations you like.â
âNo, because if I pick out, like, a throw pillow neither of you like then youâll be forced to look at it all day every day, then hating the throw pillow will turn into bottled up emotions. Bottled up emotions turn into hatred, hatred towards me for picking ugly pillows. Hating me will turn into kicking me out and making me sleep on the cold, hard ground with nothing but the throw pillow that caused you years of hidden resentment that couldâve been avoided if youâd only helped me pick out room decorations.â Your boyfriends were silent, looking at each other behind your head with raised eyebrows and unconvinced grins.
The laptop in front of you has had pages of home shopping sites open for the past week and making your engines run slower because of how many items were in each of their carts. âSo please,â you pulled up the first item in the first webpage, âtell me if you like it or not.â
Jisung leaned in and rested his chin on your shoulder, â...itâs a pretty ugly throw pillow, babe.â
You scoffed and pushed his forehead back with your finger. âThis is why I need you both here! I donât wanna lay outside with an ugly throw pillow to keep me company.â
Minho massaged the nape of your neck with nimble fingers, doing little to soothe you. But he leaned in closer to the computer as well, squinting his eyes and using his free hand to move your hand away to take control of the cursor and look around the page. Heâd only scrolled down two or three times to find the recommended items and clicked the first one he saw. âI like blue.â
You turned to face him slowly with a raised brow. He seemed to be objective in the matter, then quirked the corners of his mouth for a light smile and quickly pecked your lips. Although you werenât entirely convinced they were taking this seriously, it was a start. âBlue⌠I can work with that. But do you prefer navy blue? Cyan? Royal? Aqua? Baby blue? Maybe more of a cobaltââ
âOooh, they have sapphire blue!â Jisung stole the laptop entirely and began clicking around, adding things to the cart without consultation.
The three of you were sat at the dining room table for about an hour and a half. You let Jisung pick out stuff he liked, then passed the computer to Minho so he could do the same. Of all the things they chose, you narrowed it down to a final list and figured that it could wait one more day as you all grew too hungry to enjoy online shopping anymore. Minho had suggested he cook something quick, though it wouldnât be filling. That was when Jisung begged for a cheat night and to order takeout, the both of them looked at you for an opinion.
âI kinda want pizza,â made the younger of your boyfriends jump up and let out a hooray and move to the couch.
Naturally, you and Minho followed and crowded into the tight space. The seating arrangement was always the same, Minho on the left, Jisung in the middle, you on the right. As Jisung placed the order for dinner, you rested your back against the armrest and threw your legs onto his lap. He kept your knees against his abdomen as Minho let his head fall to Jisungâs shoulder. Minho absentmindedly played with your sock-covered toes, tugging and twiddling them while watching Jisungâs phone. The sight itself was cute, you just had to pull out your phone and take a quick photo of them.
Three slices each and thirty minutes later, youâd let out a long, content sigh and moved to the floor so you could lay out. The other two were still going at the pizza, Minho took the opportunity to slip his feet under your shirt and rub your belly. âCold feet,â you shooed him off and he frowned.
Mouth full of crust, Jisung suggested, âlet's go mattress shopping tomorrow.â
âYâknow what?â Your hands coming to rest behind your head made your shirt rise and Minho snuck his feet under it again with a mischievous giggle. âNeither of you asked me to move in.â
âWhat? Yes we did,â Jisung mumbled at you and joined in playing footsies with the brunette on your belly.
âI know. So ask me to move in. Or find a new foot warmer.â
âDo I need to?â
âYeah, itâs not official. Iâm a freeloader. Not a penny paid in rent.â
âYou donât pay rent either,â Minho turned to Jisung, staring at the blank television across the room. He didnât respond, poked in the cheek by the brunette.
âHm? Whatâre we talking about?â
âRent.â
âThe musical?â
You and Minho shared a knowing look as he twisted on the couch to lay his head in Minhoâs lap. Silence fell over the three of you as conversation died down while comfort took over. Delicate fingers ran through his blonde hair, massaging lightly and making Jisungâs head fall towards you, seeing his eyes slowly close with contentment.
Both you and Minho watched with soft gazes as his snores filled the room, eyes eventually meeting with one another and lazily, happily smiling at one another. Unnoticed to either, but your breaths came to time with the sleeping blondeâs, chests rising and falling in a rhythm similar to that of a sleeping babyâs, not a care in the world.
Except maybe one care in the world.
Labels arenât everything, having one doesnât mean you are more or less to either Minho or Jisung and they love you regardless. It didnât feel one sidedâ or in this case, three sided, however there was a lingering feeling that told you you just wanted reassurance. Being on the same page with Minho was the one thing that always needed to be obvious, it had to be one of the things you always knew you were on because he was already cautious and tip-toed every step he took.
His facial expressions donât get easier to read, but body language always gives him away. Minho is a master masker, though that only ever applied to carefully chosen words and intonation. The way he busied his fingers twisting Jisungâs hair, lovingly caressed your belly and sides with his feet, but his shoulders were tense and kept his knees pressed together in such a way that couldnât have been comfortable despite how hard he tried to present as such.
Breaking him from his thoughts in a manner that made him feel at ease or in control, you felt rather confident in doing. You silently point at a pillow at his side and he hands it to you wordlessly to place beneath your head. With hands free you could place one on top of his foot to stop his twiddling, his eyes softened and knew you were there if he needed.
You werenât sure if he was thinking the same thing you were, but in a half whisper, spoke anyway. âThereâs something else you havenât asked me.â
Minho bit his lip and slowed his twiddling fingers, looking down briefly at the sleeping boy in his lap. âDid he ask?â
You nod, âyou donât have to, I donât need it. But I wanna be at the same step as you, wherever you are, if you know what I mean.â
âI do,â the corner of his mouth twitched upward, âwhy donât you ask me instead?â
âIâm an intruder, give me permission to enter.â
âBaby, youâre our girlfriend, not a vampire.â
âKeep tossing that word around lightly ând Iâll be allergic to garlic and holy water.â
âSo you do need it.â He got you there, caught you tongue tied with that sly smirk and triumphant stare of his.
With a deep sigh, you reasoned, âI donât need it. Like I said⌠just wanna be wherever you are.â
Minhoâs eyes crinkled with his slanted smile, âcome here and ask me.â He raised his feet up so you could stand, patting the little bit of couch space on his other side. As you sat as carefully as possible to avoid waking Jisung, Minho intertwined his fingers in your hair at the back of your neck, where he always tended to end up being.
Your body faced his and Jisungâs sleeping form, tops of your thighs pressed to his side and joining in pushing the blondeâs bangs from his face to admire. Minho could see the light flush across your cheeks as you thought of what you wanted to say, gently stealing away from Jisung to tip your chin in his direction. He waited, not verbally rushing you but also too giddy within his skin to not plead with his big, round eyes to hurry you up.
âMin,â he nodded rapidly, âwill youââ
âYes,â Minho pulled you by the chin to crash his lips against yours for a few electrically charged kisses. You pull away to giggle against him, âI didnât finish the quesââ
âAsk me again,â he didnât stop placing supple pecks to your lips, all the while smiling and keeping you close.
âYes,â press, âyes,â kiss, âyes,â a deep inhale to breathe in the happiness that radiated off of you. Minho obviously enjoyed how flustered the question made you, in particular loving how you smiled against his lips, as well.Â
The snoozing boy below stirred, flipping to look up at where you and Minho were sharing the kiss. âWhat about meee?â
You couldnât help but giggle against the brunetteâs plump puckers before leaning down to kiss sleepy Jisung, Minho following as well, then deciding to turn in for the night.Â
Somehow, the three of you managed to wrangle together to do as Jisung wanted, which was to go mattress shopping. He wanted the full experience, sheets, duvets, variety of pillows with different hardness and shape. Jumping from mattress to mattress, you had to hold his hand just to keep him nearby so as to not get lost. Aside from the mattress itself, the sheet thread count, and silk pillowcases, Jisung also requested a bed frame with sturdy posts. What that meant for you and Minho, the two of you shared a half worried, half excited look.
âOurs is a Queen, so King sized should be good enough. Nicee leg room,â Minho suggested as the three of you came closer and closer to the back of the store. Your arm was getting tugged in another direction as you tried to follow Minho, Jisung wanting to run off towards the accent blankets.
âStay,â you instruct as you tug him back to your side. Turning back to the brunette, âis a California King too much to ask for?â
âOoh, I want a California King,â Jisung held onto your arm to join in the conversation.
Minho only rolled his eyes at the pair of you, looking back at the row of king sized beds and sitting on the edge of one. He pressed his hand into it and examined the feeling, then suddenly hopped up and threw his entire body back into the center of the bed. You expected that from Jisung, but not Minho, and definitely not in public. Then he did it again, harder to the point that the flimsy display it was on shook beneath it.
Jisung let go of your hand and jumped onto the mattress next to him with Minhoâs arms wide open to catch. âI like this one. However,â Jisung giggled as they both looked at you and made the littlest bit of room for you to join them. Minho wiggled his eyebrows and presented his hand over the little space. âYou know you wanna,â he enticed further, and you just couldnât help it, running the few steps forward and literally lept into their arms. The three of you were a fit of giggles as you maneuvered into your respective sleeping arrangements to make sure you all managed well.
The commotion caught the attention of a salesman and he strolled over with confusion, âcan I⌠help you lot?â
With laughter in his voice, Jisung sat up, âyeah! Weâll take this one.â
Same day delivery came in clutch purely because the three of you were out $1,000 for the king sized mattress, plus the bedframe and whatever little things Jisung added to the cart at the last minute. You were surprised Minhoâs card didnât decline at the check out, the look on his face screamed that he was just as shocked.
It was nearly midnight when the three of you had finally worked together to finish tossing out the old mattress and frame, building the new one, and adding the finishing touches to your new ambiance.Â
Stood at the foot of the bed, you all looked at it proudly. âGood job everyone. Good team work,â you nod your head and cross your arms over your shoulders, hearing your boyfriends high five behind your back.
Jisung yawned, âfuck, Iâm fucking tired,â and hopped into the middle of the bed.
âGet off, youâre still in your outside clothes!â Minho scolded him but made no effort to remove the blonde.
âMake me,â Jisung smirked and raised an eyebrow, tucking his arms beneath his head.
You and Minho look at each other, reading each other's mind scarily in sync before coming after Jisung together. The blonde laughed as the two of you helped one another strip him, not bothering being gentle, âhey! This isnât what I meant! I thoughtâ ouch, Y/N! Watch the balls! Why are you always crushing my nuts?!â
Soon enough, you had Jisung with his naked back pressed to your chest with your other boyfriend kissing his way down. Your only job was to hold him downâ for now. He shivered in your grasp with goosebumps covering the expanse of his skin. Minho looked up at the two of you through his bangs, big dark eyes starry and eager to please. It was a miracle Jisung wasnât fighting back and was taking every command you gave, a nice change of pace. You enjoyed how well he listened, and Minho didnât seem to mind taking orders from you, either.
âSit still, baby. You asked for this. Take it like a champ. Or pussy out, it doesnât matter to me. But,â Jisung whined before you could finish, clearly not liking your passive attitude. âI think our Min would be so disappointed if you didnât let him play. After all, he did just buy you such an expensive gift. Isnât that right, pretty kitty?â
The older smiled into the honey skin of Jisungâs inner thigh, paying no attention to how hard and twitching his cock was just centimeters away. âMhm, itâd make me so sad,â Minho said softly as he paid as much attention to the other limb. Jisung fought your hold to thread through the brunetteâs hair, not very hard, but enough to have to wrap your hand around his throat from behind.
âWhatâd I say? He hasnât even touched you yet, donât be a brat.â
As your fingers gripped tighter, ânah, thatâs your job, pup.â
You squeezed tightly and tugged him slightly side ways so you cold peer over his shoulder, âthatâs fucking right. You couldnât handle what I could put you through if things were the other way around.â
Both of them were shocked at what was coming out of your mouth, Jisungâs jaw dropping into a stutter and Minho teething his pelvis to keep from laughing obnoxiously for doing what he never couldâ speak back.
âTâ thatâs not true,â his tone was already willing to give up that fight.
âYou canât even do this one thing, baby. Trust me, take whatâs in front of you while youâve got it,â the whisper of your voice made him shiver again and fall pliant against your body.
Spreading your legs, Jisung sat back more comfortably, visibly succumbing to the new role he was playing. Minho continued to watch your eyes as he touched the blonde everywhere but his cock, pinching his calves, biting his lower belly, licking stripes up and down his thighs until you finally nodded and singled for him to continue further.
Minho only stuck the tip of his tongue out to nudge at Jisungâs leaking red tip and the blonde threw his head back against your shoulder. One hand around his neck, you slithered the other to his nipple, hardly brushing over the already pebbled nub. Minho kept going, licking fatter and wetter strides of the muscle against the underside of Jisungâs dick, not caring for how much the younger mewled for more.
Minho was only listening to you tonight, and you had to admit the power was kinda getting to your head. You let him do nothing but lick at the other like a popsicle until he was drooling to have something heavier in his mouth. Only when he reached out to place a hand on your shin did you nod again, and Minho took the entire length in one go.
Jisung struggled to not buck his hips up, tummy contracting and muscles flexing so tight you thought he wasnât breathing.
âWatch him, baby. Watch him make you feel good. You want to repay him, donât you? I thought you said you werenât a brat. Itâd be the kind thing to do.â Jisung grabbed onto your forearm that held his throat and continued to moan.
Youâd always heard of phantom limb and how it was a true medical diagnosis, however you have all your home-grown appendages. Watching the way Minho slurped and sucked Jisungâs cock made your own core painfully throb like you could feel him taking you in his mouth, as well. You just knew it must be so warm, so slick and plush, you couldnât even blame Jisung for not being able to do as you asked as you were having a hard time not touching yourself, too.
God, Minho looked so sexy with a dick in his mouth, more specifically Jisungâs pretty, pretty dick. The youngerâs wonderfully built body was a sight for sore eyes, well defined abs on display like a washboard you imagined to be like your own. In no way are you displeased with your body, but it never hurts to fantasize. After all, youâre the only part of this throuple without a third leg, and you know Jisung would find it flattering that you used him to get off like this. You werenât even really getting off, more like storing away some spank bank for later.
Your finger circled Jisungâs nipple a little harder, pinching when he got too rowdy and threatened to toss Minho off. The brunette took every instruction with a sly smirk, doing some of his best work without an inkling of punishment lingering over his shoulder.
Donât get him wrong, Minho does things on purpose to get punished, you figured that out pretty quickly. But with you holding the reigns, he had no worries whatsoever. He was slobbering like a dog on Jisungâs cock, so messy you could see the glistening of mixed saliva and precum all over the lower half of his face. He used both hands to hold the other down as he deepthroated him, gagging and holding for as long as he could. Fuck, you felt that one right in your clit, sending shocks all throughout your body.
âDoesnât he look so hot? Be polite, baby, tell him how heâs making you feel,â you say loud enough for them to hear you, simultaneously switching hands to play with his other nipple.
âGoodâ so good, fuckâ wanna cum. Can I? Can I cum?â He was so whiney and voice so small, like he was scared youâd say no.
You looked to Minho, âwhat do you think kitty? Is baby allowed to cum?â
The brunette released his cock with a pop and a deep breath, âhmm⌠No.â
Jisung let out a loud, pained sob. âYâ youâre gonna regret that when Iââ
âWhen you what? When we let you go? What makes you so sure weâre ever gonna do that?â Another whimper from Jisung and an approving nod, a muffled chuckle from a mouth full of cock from Minho. âWhere did your manners go, baby? You havenât even thanked our kitty for treating you like the little whore you are. Youâre gonna make him think you just want his money.â Jisung quickly shook his head no in protest.
âRight, kitty? Is he just your sugar baby? Taking your money like you owe it to him?â Your stare down at Minho made him groan as well, grinding his hips into your brand new and freshly washed comforter.
âI donât know, he hasnât even thanked me.â
You all knew what you were saying wasnât true, but it got both Jisung and Minho worked even further up. You had to tighten your grip on Jisungâs neck to the point where he was digging his nails into your skin to make him sit still. âYouâre being rude, baby. I didnât teach you that. Thank kitty for treating you so well.â
He tried, he really did, but could emit nothing but louder, more unfiltered moans. Honestly it made you proud, Minho was doing such a good job. But Jisungâs lesson was prioritized over the otherâs praise for the time being, youâll make sure to tell him after.
Minho worked faster taking him in deeper, bobbing up and down at a pace that wouldâve strained your neck. But fuck was it making you so close to cumming just being able to watch, you werenât even sure how Jisung has lasted this long. If you had a cock, you wouldâve blown the second he took you in his mouth.
âItâs just three words, you can do it. âThank you, kitty.â Say it and maybe you can cum.â
You and Minho made eye contact again and he nodded briefly in agreement. Jisung was getting antsier and less responsive,you tweaked his nipple to get him to open his mouth.
âThâ thank you, kitty.â He said it like he was learning to speak for the first time.
âCum.â
Minho moaned onto Jisungâs cock as the younger turned his head towards you, âkiss! Kiss meâ Fuck, âm gonna cumâ kissââ
Jisung reached back to lock his fingers in your hair and tug you into a breathless kiss, absorbing every one of his whimpers as he bucked into the brunetteâs mouth. It felt like it was you who was cumming hearing and feeling Jisung writhe in your arms, like you could feel yourself shooting hot white cum down Minhoâs throat and feeling him attempt to swallow it with you still stuffing his mouth full. You needed the kiss just as badly, the only thing that could possibly ground you after another intense case of phantom dick.
Jisung let you go once he calmed down, falling entirely limp against your chest. Minho sat up, a clear wet stain at the front of his pants making you smile as he shuffled over to you and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He opened his mouth and showed you the pool of white fluid, pulling you in for a more graceful, just as sloppy kiss. His tongue pushed the cum past your lips and you could feel it drip down the corners of your mouth, running down your chin and neck. Tangy, salty, but somehow hints of sweet in the aftertaste as you broke the kiss and swallowed.
When you looked back at the blonde, he was watching the two of you with another longing gaze, he wanted in on the action. Minho placed a chaste, cum smeared kiss to his lips, then you bent over for one as well. Despite the sliminess, it was a heartfelt kiss, one that made the three of you giggle as you realized that Jisung was the only one naked but not the only one that came.
âWhat a way to christen the new bed,â you joked softly, nodding your head at the stain on Minhoâs pants.
Minho simply laughed and swiped the tiniest bit of cum still on the corner of his lip, licking it off his finger like lingering dessert. âI think I like the new bed,â he hummed delightedly.
âAll this newfound leg room and you both still decide on pinning me down in one spot.â
âDonât be mad. You said make you, and we made you.â You reach for the box of tissues on the bedside table, handing one to them and wiping your faces semi clean.
Jisung shifted, rubbing his back against your pants and sitting up. âWait⌠Youâre both in outside clothes on the new bed.â
It was silent for a moment as you and Minho made eye contact. He beat you to the punch with a valid excuse, âI paid for it.â
Jisung narrowed his gaze up at you and you blanked. âI⌠I got nothing.â
The blonde sat up, scooting next to Minho and leaning his head on his shoulder. âPretty kitty, I think our puppy got ahead of herself, and I donât think weâve broken in the bed enough yet. What were you saying about manners?â
quiet love-making with lee know [s] by @lixiesolâ
little do you know series [s] by @illusivedark
total word count: 35k
summary: lee minho is handsome, kind, and successful; yet canât land a long term commitment. and when it comes to the skeletons tucked away in his hedonistic closet, youâre going to find out precisely why that is. kink exploration!au
just you [sug] by @hyuniyz
word count: 2.3k
summary: after a tiring day, all you need is your boyfriend and the comfort he provides
friendship with hyunjin and minho [s,a] by @ballelinoâ
word count: 9.2k
summary: your friend with benefits minho wants both you and his roommate hyunjin to get what you want
ten things lee know says when he thinks youâre asleep â fluff, established relationship, squint of angst
chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
one. ah, i forgot to tell you, there's a new barbecue place that opened recently. i saw it while i was walking with hannie, and i heard they have really good meat. we should go there soon, maybe have it over a few drinks. i'll buy you meat, let's go eat it together.
two. yongbok tells me i should tell you 'i love you' more. i think he's right. i'm sorry if i don't say it enough. i'm justânew to this. but i really do love you, more than you know.
three. i never feel like i'm wasting my time when i'm with you. even if we're just sitting beside each other in silence, even if we're just drinking tea, even if we do nothing for hours. every moment i spend with you feels so fulfilling. it would be hell with anyone else.
four. soonie, doongie, dori need a mom, hm? they already love you anyway. sometimes i think doongie loves you more than he loves me. i think it's because he's most like me. ahh, do you think they'll love our kids in the future too? do you think they'll get jealous they won't be our only kids? (sigh) i can't wait to marry you.
five. when i'm having a really hard day, i feel healed just by having you with me. how do you do that? how do you make my day better just by talking to me for a minute? i think... wait, i know life is less of a hassle because i'm living in it with you.
six. i've never been the type to wish for time to stop, but there is something about being with you that makes me consider it. when i look at you laughing, unaware that you look so beautiful, i understand for a moment.
seven. iâm sorry. iâm sorry. please donât leave me. iâm sorry. i hate seeing you cry. i hate that itâs because of me. iâm sorry. please stay with me.
eight. i always find myself describing you when someone asks me what love is.
nine. you promised to eat well, didn't you? did we promise? i guess it wasn't a promise, but i asked you to do so. are you eating well lately?
ten. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and for as long as iâm alive, you will always be loved.
heâs such a slut for that stupid piece of plastic, covered in sweat and drool and tears to the point you canât tell whoâs fluids are whoâs. except for his cum, of course, itâs covering his entire lower stomach from when the night had begun and you had him on his back.
he was rubbing himself raw at this point, doing all the work and you just got to lay there and admire the pretty view of your boyfriend unable to think about anything but the bright purple strap on pressing against his prostate. with your hands on his hips, guiding him back and forth, minho vigorously jerked his leaking cock as he leaned back a little to find the right spot to rock the dildo into. all the while he couldnât stop moaning, crying, begging for just one more.
but minho was also so far past broken that he couldnât help himself anymore, though, he still tried. âyouâre trying so hard, arenât you baby? are you getting tired? i thought you said you wanted to do it yourselfââ
âi do!â he interrupted you, frustrated that he was doing everything right but so wrong at the same time. the quick raise of your eyebrow kicked him back down into place, âiâ i wanna. so closeâ just a little bitââ
his hips stilled at an angle that looked rather uncomfortable, back bent and his knees on either side of you locking your midsection between them. minho tightened his grip around his cock and sped up his motions for lewd and obscene squelching to fill the room along side his whimpers. you knocked your hips up just the slighted bit and it toppled him into another dry orgasm. minhoâs body went rigid and his broken cries were like music to your ears. you were surprised he even had any cum left, catching what dribbled down his softening dick with your finger and bringing it to your lips as he shuddered under the touch.
âdid so good, baby boy,â you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek and let him fall into the crook of your neck. minho merely hummed as he regained his breath, which turned out to be rather timely as he began gently, as undetectable as possible, rutting back and forth on the dildo once again. âoh, youâre insatiable, hm?â
oops, heâs not that subtle.
his lips found the skin of your collar bone and latched on. the left over residue on his stomach pressed against your own made you feel sticky alongside his sweat. âdonât make a mess if youâre going to be lazy.â
the only response you got was another strangled groan against your chest, then his hips switching into an up and down slam into your pelvis. the pounding motion made the bed rock harder, he so easily couldâve bruised either of you with the pace he set for himself.
âthatâs better, there you go, baby. keep working for it. itâll feel so good because you earned it. work for one more and iâll give you as many more as your cock hungry hole can handle.â
âwanâ itâ i wanâ it,â minho was barely coherent, his brain so empty, so light.
âi know you do, almost there. can you feel it? can you feel me so deep in you? how are you still so tight, baby? my boy, so warm and sweet, so cute when all you can think about is my cock.â
âwanâ it, wanâ it, wanâ itâ so closeâ hnghâ fuck,â his arms slithered around your torso to keep you as close to him as possible, not even air could fit between your bodies.
minho reverted back into a quick grinding motion that slammed the headboard against the pillow you put between it and the wallâ precautionary because you both knew how tonight was going to go.
âslutty baby, you just canât stop. it feels too good, right? câmon then, make those pretty noises you know i love so much.â
so susceptible to the siren lure of your voice, entranced by the warmth of your skin on his and your natural musk he was drowning in, the high made him fall limp this time and slump against you as his eyes rolled back, body twitched, and whimpered uncontrollably. you held him snug in your arms until it passed, then worried when his breathing fell short.
fingers carding through his hair, not higher than a whisper, âbaby boy, come back to me.â a light peck of his lips against your chest to show he was conscious. ânow you get what youâve earned.â