warnings - sub!reader, dom!yunho, dom!switch!mingi, chubby!reader, insecure!reader, mentions of mxm, oral (f!recieving), brief anal play, no protection, fingering, big dick!yunho, brief exhibitionism, making out, spanking, biting, light degradation (if you squint), praise, pet names (pipsqueek, sugarplum, darling, baby, puppy, our girl, best girl, pretty girl, a lot of variations on the word girl) cum eating, finger sucking (mxm), aftercare, discussions of feelings, everyone is an idiot, mingi and yunho are hopelessly in love, reader is too
You rolled your eyes and leaned over until your head was pressed against the damp wood of the table in the dark corner of the bar. They told you they were going to get drinks, Mingi pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he promised theyâd be back in a minute. You checked your phone; it had been 15.
As you sat and watched them fawn over the girl in between them, you couldnât help but feel resentment bubbling up inside of you. Resentment towards yourself for even agreeing to the night out, even though you desperately needed it. Resentment towards the gorgeous woman who was taking up all of your friendsâ attention, disliking her despite her clearly deserving their attention more than you. Most importantly, though, resentment towards your friends; the two men who had looked at you with pity in their eyes when you showed up at their doorstep with tears in your eyes after yet another tinder date never showed up. It was their idea to come out and let your hair down a little and yet it was also them who had abandoned you to flirt with someone who was the antithesis of you.
Your eyes flashed over her body, causing your unwarranted hatred to flare up even more. Her green dress wasnât too dissimilar to yours, except the way it clung to her body was tasteful and didnât make her look the same way you felt you did. Her hair was scraped back into a high pony so elegantly that you were positive that sheâd spent hours placing each individual hair in its exact position, whereas yours lay messily upon your shoulders. Her toned thighs were crossed, letting her dress ride up just the right amount so that she showed just enough for it it still be classed as âlady-likeâ, whatever the fuck that meant. You glanced down at your own thighs that had flattened against the leather of the booth youâd secluded yourself in. You poked one of them, making the flesh jiggle a little. You bet her legs didnât jiggle like thatâŚ
You couldnât even rip your eyes away from your legs as Yunho's comforting voice rang through your brain. âLooking at it like that wonât change anything,â heâd told you when he caught yourself staring at your body in his bedroom mirror one time, âin fact, nothing is going to change until you learn to love yourself for who you are. iâve told you that a million times, pipsqueek, yet you never listen.â You remembered the way he wrapped his arms around you in a warm back hug before telling you just how much he loved how âsoftâ you were.
He canât have loved it that much if the girl he was chasing now looked like you but in a smaller size. You bet she wasnât âsoftâ.
âSomeoneâs deep in thought,â a familiar deep voice said, stopping your spiral from going any further. You never took your eyes away from your thighs as he unceremoniously sat down on the plush seat beside you. You felt your stomach churn as the motion made the skin on your thighs ripple. âSomething interesting down there?â He added as he leaned and followed your gaze.
The only thing that made you feel more sick than you seeing your thighs right now was Mingi seeing them. the way the skin was pulled taught, stretched and contorted as it tried to hold all of your flesh inside of it. Usually you wouldnât mind but tonight?
Tonight you couldnât bear it.
âGo back to your little girlfriend over there,â you muttered as you pulled your dress further down your legs to hide your shame, âI'm fine on my own.â
Mingi made a sound of disagreement as he placed a large hand over your own, stopping you from gripping at your hemline like a Victorian woman trying to keep her decency. He leaned in close, dropping his head onto your shoulder like he so often had in the past. most of the time it was when he needed comfort, but right now you suspected that he knew it was the opposite.
âAnd leave you here to have a meltdown on your own?â he shook his head, his short, spiked-up hair tickling your neck, âno shot, sugarplum. I'm staying here until you tell me exactly why you were trying to make your thighs explode with your mind.
The joke wouldâve usually gotten a laugh out of you, but your silence was just further confirmation that you were completely out of it. Mingi didnât like that.
âBesides, sheâs cool but sheâs nothing compared to you, huh?â he poked your side with the hand he didnât have laced with your own. Again, it was an action that shouldâve had you giggling and playfully pushing him away, but all he was met with was yet another worrying silence.
Fuck, Mingi was bad at stuff like this. Always had been, really. Of course he was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, but that didnât mean that he wasnât secretly messaging Yunho behind your back for advice. The older of the two always knew what to say, whereas all Mingi ever had to offer was a pat on the head and a quiet mutter of âshh, itâll be okayâ. It was good enough to calm you down for a while, but Yunho was the one with the magic words that could pull you out of whatever headspace youâd found yourself in.
In fact, it was Yunho that had noticed you from the other side of the bar. The dim lights concealed your facial expression, but he didnât need to see your face to know that you werenât okay. Your sunken shoulders paired with your head that was hanging low did a good enough job of letting him know you needed them. Clearly, you were zoned out, which was never good, and Yunho couldnât help but feel his heart stop for half a second when he saw you move your hand to harshly poke at something under the table.
Poor Mingi was mid-conversation with Jemma when Yunho thwacked his shoulder and gestured over to you with his head. The blondeâs words were cut short when he shifted his gaze over to where Yunho was looking, a worried pout forming on his plush lips. his eyes flickered between you and Yunho in a silent conversation, quietly deciding on the best course of action. Only seconds passed before Mingi was nodding and placing his glass down on the bar. He shot a quick wink at Jemma before taking a few steps towards you.
âSee you another time,â he shouted over the music, âI think we left our girl on her own for too long.â He gestured at you before giving Jemma a look that was filled with nothing but sympathy for you. The woman simply nodded, sharing a pretty smile with him.
âGo make her feel loved, pretty boy,â she giggled, âyou really shouldnât be leaving such a gorgeous girl unattended, yâknow!â
Mingi just laughed before spinning round and going to sit by your side.
Yunho didnât keep the conversation with Jemma going, which she didnât seem to mind. She watched him with a soft smile for a few seconds, taking note of the worry etched onto his expression as he stared you down from his seat. His jaw was tightly clenched, the muscles flexing every so often as he studied what was happening in front of him. When Jemma said goodbye, he barely even responded, simply nodding and wishing her a good night before returning full focus back to you.
You didnât realise Yunho had seen the way you tried to pull your skirt down, only for Mingi to stop you, or the way you flinched when Mingi tried to cheer you up by tickling your side. It didnât even cross your mind that he might have noticed the way you looked like you were about to throw up when Mingi threw his gangly arm around your middle to tug you closer to him. If you did, perhaps you wouldâve made more of an effort to hide how you were feeling. Maybe if you did, there wouldnât currently be a soft hand grazing against your chin, finally lifting your gaze up from where it rested upon your thighs.
It guided your eyes up until they landed on Yunho's face, jaw set in stone and eyes equal parts worried and upset. his fluffy brown hair rested gently upon his forehead, which you could tell was creased with concern despite it being hidden. You gulped as he held your gaze for what felt like hours, although it was probably only seconds, his hand never leaving your chin once.
âI think youâre ready to go,â he said firmly. there was no room to argue, although Yunho knew you too well to assume that you wouldnât at least try and get a word in.
âWhat about your lady friend?â your voice was barely audible above the bass that was buzzing through the air, âarenât you taking her home?â
Yunho shook his head.
âWeâre taking you home, instead.â
Gentle patterns were traced along your jawline by his thumb, the appendage dancing along your soft skin in an attempt to distract your mind from whatever it was distracted by. It only partially worked. The other half of your brain was desperate to remind you that you did not, in fact, have a jawline to trace. Your face was just as âsoftâ as the rest of you.
âYou know what I mean, Yunho,â you mutter, finally breaking eye contact with him, eyes moving down to his chest. It was as low as they could go with his fingers still wrapped around your jaw. He simply squeezed tighter, giving your face a quick jolt, and your eyes were back on his.
âSo do you, pipsqueek,â he leaned in close, not even breaking eye contact with you as he gestured for Mingi to stand up and grab your things. Your breath hitched as he shifted his hand slightly to let his finger play with your bottom lip. âDonât think I don't know whatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours. Clearly, someone hasnât been listening to me all those times I told you you were beautiful.â He sighed, as though he was disappointed. âGuess we'll just have to prove it to you, hm?â
There was no reply from you, not that there needed to be. There really was nothing to be said this time. No room to bite back or cause trouble. Yunho clearly understood that you had nothing more to say, a smirk resting on his lips.
âCome on then, my gorgeous girl,â he whispered as he guided you up and out of the seat using nothing more than the grip he had on your face, âlet me and Mingi take care of you, huh? Let us show you just how pretty we think you are. Because we really, really do⌠donât we Mingi?â
âOf course, we do,â Mingiâs deep voice responded, his warm hand landing on the small of your back, âI donât know about Yunho, but I think youâre the prettiest creature to walk this earthâŚâ
Yunho finally let go of your jaw, letting you lift your hand to massage the sore muscles. Your delicate fingers prodded at your plush cheeks, which felt a thousand degrees hotter than what shouldâve been normal, as you watched Yunho pull out his phone to order an Uber to their apartment. Somewhere that you frequented regularly, and yet for the first time like this.
That's when it really sunk in that tonight you werenât just their best friend, but their girl of choice. Of course, youâd heard many tales about the girls theyâd take back to their apartment and share between them. Theyâd carefully select them before buttering them up with their silver tongues until finally, theyâd take her back to the âchad padâ, as Mingi had cheesily nicknamed it, and giving her the night of her life. Time after time you'd been told about their escapades, and time after time you wished someone would take care of you in a similar way.
Scenes played over in the back of your mind. Yunho teasing Mingi for his âlove of being suffocatedâ, although you couldnât quite work out what that meant. Mingi giggling as he jokingly scolded Yunho for being âtoo bossyâ. You gulped nervously at the prospect.
But the longer you pondered your situation, the more you couldnât help but feel bad for the other girl. They were clearly getting somewhere with her, yet they threw it all away in seconds, and for what? To comfort you? With Yunhoâs eyes scanning you like you were a priceless diamond, and Mingiâs hand rubbing circles on your back, only to dip down and cop a feel every few seconds, youâd be stupid to think that was the only thing on their mind. Maybe they lost their chance with the pretty one when they left her so they could look after you. Maybe they just realised they were missing out so they were settling for second best.
Yeah, that must be it.
Second bestâŚ
âYouâre thinking,â Mingi grumbled in your ear before placing a quick kiss to your cheek, âstop it.â
âI can't not think, mingi,â you muttered back. Although you were trying desperately to look anywhere but them, there was no way you could miss the way Yunho cocked a brow at you.
âThen think about all the things weâre going to make you feel when we get back to ours,â he said, bringing up a finger to tap at your forehead, ârather than thinking about whatever useless thing it is that has your face all screwed up like that.â
âIt's not useless.â
âIt must be if it has you as tense as this, sugarplum,â Mingi pressed a quick kiss to your head, as his hand gave a firm squeeze to your ass. It was a warning. âI know yunho has talked to you about not listening to your brain, so youâd better switch it off, okay? Whatever youâre telling yourself is wrong.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but a simple look from Yunho, and a light swat to the ass from Mingi shut you up.
âGood girl,â Yunho smiled at you. It was too sweet, too Yunho, for you to do anything but preen. Even without the tension that was rising between you, youâd always loved to be praised by him. âUber's almost here, Mingi. Stop groping our girl before you canât stop. I know how you get and I don't want to make yet another uber driver uncomfortable.â
You giggled at that, getting another soft smile from Yunho in return. It was nice. Familiar. It reminded you that even behind the bedroom eyes, your best friend was still there to keep you safe and happy. And although Mingi was behind you, barely managing to peel himself away from you, you knew he was the same old mingi too. The way that he smiled against your neck, just like he did when you were protecting him from your other friend, Wooyoungâs, bullying told you that much.
âYou try tearing yourself away from our girl, Yunho,â Mingi gave your ass another hard squeeze before letting his hand come down on it harshly. You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as he began to massage it again. âIts so fucking difficult, dude.â Mingu pressed his face into your neck and inhaled your scent with a groan, âyou smell like home, babe,â he kissed the soft skin, âfucking hell, i canât believe weâve waited this long.â
A big hand carded through your hair as Yunho moved it to give Mingi better access to your neck. His fingers gently massaged your scalp as Mingi practically made out with your neck. The slurping sounds he was making just below your ear were obscene, but it was offset by the familiarly loving look that Yunho was giving you.
âI know, mingi,â he said, never once breaking eye contact with you, âToo long if you ask me. Our girl doesnât realise just how beautiful we think she is, huh? Well just you wait, darling. The moment we step through our front door, weâre going to make sure you never forget again.â
And with that, he tugged you away from Mingi, who let out the most pathetic whine you think youâd ever heard, and guided you to the exit where the car was waiting. You checked behind you to see if Mingi was following. He winked at you in return.
Once youâd reached the car, Yunho held the door open for you. âLadies first,â he gestured for you to get in, to which you rolled your eyes before sliding onto the leather seats. You were about to scoot all the way across, expecting one of them to get in the front like usual, but Yunho just shook his head, âin the middle, darling. Leave some space for the rest of us, huh?â
He slid in himself, closing his door as the one to the other side of you opened. Mingi dropped into the car and shut the door himself, quickly making himself comfortable with a hand high up your thigh. Yunho gave a disapproving tut to him, before doing the exact same himself.
The way the warmth of their hands spread over your soft skin made your heart skip a beat. The gentle kneading of Mingiâs palm compared to the sturdy grasp of Yunhoâs was enough to send your brain into a dizzy haze, only made worse when Mingi began to pull your thigh closer to his.
The cold aircon blasting out of the central fan hit the wet patch on your panties directly, forcing you to suck in a sharp breath. Yunho chuckled to the right of you, copying mingi and making your legs spread even wider. Your dress was pushed up by your thighs, now resting at the point where the fleshy limbs joined your hips. You prayed to anything that would listen that the driver wouldnât look back and see you in this state; sat between your two best friends, legs spread wide open, white underwear almost made see through with your sticky desire. The thought alone had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
âYou okay, baby?â Mingi asked, shifting his hand so that his pinky was just barely brushing against your panties, âyou donât look so good.â
God you wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face.
âYeah, pipsqueek,â Yunho added as he slipped your panties to the side, dipping the tip of his finger into the gooey mess that was currently your pussy. There was a moan on the tip of your tongue as his finger penetrated your hole, but he quickly removed it and let your panties fall back into place, âWait, I think you have something on your lip. Hold on a second~â
Before you could register his words, a wet finger was tracing your bottom lip, smearing your own juices across your mouth.
âThat's funny, it looks like cream,â Mingi snickered, âlick it up, baby.â
You did as he said, pushing your tongue out and collecting your wetness from your bottom lip. You shuddered at the filth of it all.
âDoes it taste sweet, darling?â Yunho fluttered his eyelashes, trying his hardest to resemble the picture of innocence.
âI bet it does,â Mingi replied, âbet it tastes so fucking delicious, huh? Wish i could just stick my face right in there, baby, slurp up all that cream thatâs just⌠spilling out.â
You were thankful when the Uber swiftly came to a stop at the side of the road, practically bending over yunho yourself to grab at the handle. He chuckled, petting your hair with his still soiled fingers as he thanked the driver. Mingi said much of the same as he got out his own side and made his way round to yours. He watched with intense eyes as you stumbled onto the pavement, gripping onto Yunho for balance.
Your face made you look like a deer caught in headlights, and Yunho couldnât help but lean down to steal a kiss. You were almost taken aback for a second, remembering how Yunho and Mingi would express that they didnât like to kiss the women that they took home. âToo romantic,â Mingi had explained one time, âthey come to us for a good time, not for the whole âloveâ experience, yâknow?â At the time youâd understood, just as you thought youâd understood what tonight was. As your best friend licked into your mouth, you realised that maybe you were mistaken.
You pushed at his chest, and he stopped within an instant. There were words on your tongue, but when you lay eyes on him, they disappeared. Flushed cheeks, plump lips and eyes that looked like they were 90% pupil. That's all it took for you to leap right in with both feet. Fuck it, you decided as you wrapped your arms around his neck, if love is what they want, then love is what theyâd get. It's not like you hadnât been shamefully dreaming about it for years. kissing them, holding them, fucking them.
Of course there was the part of your brain that told you to stop before you went head first into something you werenât quite sure you understood.
You laughed against Yunho's mouth as you told the voice to shut up.
âWhat?â He mumbled, barely pulling away before going back in for more. It was a couple more seconds before you pulled away yourself.
âI just canât believe I'm listening to mingi for once,â you replied. There was a scoff from behind you as the short haired main placed himself at your rear once more. A hot tongue licked a stripe up your neck.
âWhat's that supposed to mean, brat?â mingi nipped at your earlobe.
You gasped into the kiss, briefly pulling away once more.
âMâturning my brain off,â you giggle into the cold night air, âwhatever happens, happens, right?â
You delved right back into the kiss, opening your mouth to allow Yunho's prying tongue acces. He explored your cavern, licking at everything he could reach before letting his tongue clash with yours. Your wet muscles tangled with one another, dancing an intricate jive between your lips, all whilst Mingiâs was tracing patterns upon your collarbones.
âBut I know whatâs going to happen, sugarplum,â he whispered against your skin, âweâre going to take you upstairs,â he bit into your shoulder making you squeal into the kiss you were still sharing with Yunho, âweâre going to make you feel every bit as beautiful as we know you are,â he sucked at the very same bit of skin his teeth had just abused, releasing it a second later with a âpopâ, âand then, my pretty little thing, weâre going to make you our girl⌠not that you havenât always been,â he pressed a gentle kiss to the same spot.
âAnd to think, weâve been fucking all these other girls knowing that nothing would be as good as you, baby. They were all pretty, of course, but none of them even got close to you. None of them made me as hard as you do, or made my heart beat as quickly,â another kiss, âand Yunho would never even dream of kissing anyone that isnât you, baby. You're special to us, hm? One of a kind,â he laced his fingers through your hair and tugged, pulling you away from the kiss. A string of spit connected your mouth with Yunhoâs, neither of you making a move to break it.
âDo you feel the same?â Yunho panted out, âDo you want us just as much as we want you, darling? Do you want to be our special girl, huh? Ours to have and hold and love as we please?â you nodded as well as you could with mingi gripping your hair. He gripped it tighter for a moment or two, stilling your movements.
âWords, baby.â
âYes,â you whimpered.
âGood,â Mingi let go and used the same hand to go fishing in the pocket of his trousers. You heard the jingling of keys as he pulled them out and passed them over to Yunho with a smile. âYou've had your fun, dude,â he smirked as he placed his hand on your ass once again, âI want to play.â
âSo immature,â Yunho rolled his eyes before leading the two of you inside the building and to the elevator, âseriously, I can't make out with my darling for five minutes without you getting jealous and needing to feel her up,â the elevator dinged and the doors opened. the three of you stepped inside. âyou know her ass will still be there if you let go of it for two seconds, right?â
Mingi squeezed it in his huge palm.
âI don't want to let go long enough to find out,â he smacked it softly, grunting as your flesh jiggled against his already throbbing dick. âJust feels like it belongs in my hands, yâknow? Like my own personal stress ball.â
Yunho sighed as the elevator stopped. He was the first out, going immediately to unlock the door and let the two of you tumble inside. Mingi guided you straight to his bedroom, Yunho following moments after, getting there just in time to see Mingi fall into the bed and position himself with his head resting on his pillow.
He looked like a god lying there in that stupid fucking compression shirt that made you stare, and a pair of beige cargo pants that did nothing to disguise the sheer size of his bulge. The cocky smirk he wore as he watched you scan him up and down was almost insufferably hot. You wanted him to make you his in every way that mattered. You wanted him to throw you around and take you however he wanted. Judging by Yunho's penchant for bossing you around, though, you guessed that was more his thing in the bedroom. Mingi just seemed to want one thing and one thing only: his hands on your ass and his face in your pussy.
âDonât keep him waiting, darling,â Yunho said as he strolled past you towards the chair that sat facing the bed. He dropped down onto it, legs spread as he let himself fully relax. âDonât you think heâs been patient enough? I know it might not seem like it, but you have no idea how much restraint hes had tonight,â Yunho smirked, âif he had it his way, you never wouldâve left our apartment in that tight fucking dress. He wouldâve been face deep in your cunt the moment you showed up at our doorstep, darling. I'm almost surprised he wasnâtâŚâ
Mingi just chuckled from his spot on the bed before holding a hand out to you. You took it, not expecting to be yanked towards him the next second. The moment you were close enough, his big hands were everywhere, pulling you in every direction until seconds later, you too were on the bed, sitting on his chest with your knees either side of his head. You couldnât hide the look of surprise when he hooked a finger into the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side so he could get a full viewing of your wet pussy. He groaned at the sight, tossing his head back in pleasure as if the sight of it alone could make him cum.
âGod,â he grunted, slipping a finger inside before pulling it out and popping it into his mouth, âfuck, baby. going to eat you until I'm full, okay? Going to devour you like a fucking michelin star meal, and then when Yunhoâs had his turn with you, Iâm going to go back for seconds.â
Yunho let out a hearty chuckle as he watched his best friend struggle to contain himself. It seemed to be having an effect on you too. Yunho wasnât sure whether or not youâd even noticed your hips gently rocking against Mingi's chest. He assumed not.
âBaby, take your dress off,'' Mingi grunted, watching as you complied right away, ripping the soft material over your head. There was no time to feel self conscious, both men letting out a guttural groan at the sight of you, reveling in the fact that they finally had you to themselves, naked and ready for them to take care of. The cold air of the room made your nipples perk up, Mingo briefly lifting a hand up to brush against your sensitive nub, âand panties too, okay? Donât want anything in between me and my dinner, yâknow?â
You giggled but did as he said, slipping off of him for just a second or two so you could pull them off completely. You placed them into his waiting palm, only for him to screw them up and chuck them at Yunho. The man in the chair caught them with ease, something that was so incredibly hot to you, before lifting them up to his nose and taking a long, dragged-out sniff. Your jaw dropped in shock, but you didnât have long to dwell on what had just happened. Not when mingi was pawing at your thigh, trying to get you back into position.
You slid back to where you were previously, bare leaking pussy looking him dead in the eyes. He had a grin like a shark about to go in for the kill, but his eyes were glazed over with something that could only be described as pure joy.
âSit,â he commanded.
You did, lowering yourself gently onto his chest, thighs aching as you used them to hold the majority of your weight.
âNo,â he responded, âon my fucking face, baby.â
You blushed, shifting a little so you were hovering with your core just a few inches above his face.
âBaby, if I have to tell you again I wonât be very happy,â his hands landed on your hips, âfucking,â he tugged you down sharply until your clit was brushing against his nose gently, âsit.â
He pulled you down again onto his open mouth, his tongue immediately probing your hole and making you let out what could only be described as a pornographic moan. His nose was now firmly pressed against your clit, prodding it at a new angle every time he shifted his head.
He moaned, the action sending shivers down your spine and your hand shot down to grip at his hair. Your fingers tugged at his bleached hair, pulling a prolonged groan from his plush lips as his tongue played with your dripping hole. You could feel the vibrations deep within you, causing a shiver to run freely down your spine. It felt perfect, the way he mouthed at you like you were the best meal he was ever going to have. The way he tasted you, alternating from forcing his tongue deep inside of your hole to slurping up your juices and making the most obscene, filthy sounds you think you'd ever heard. Add that to the fact that you could feel Yunhoâs eyes running up and down your naked body, and you were almost ready to cum within 20 seconds of taking your seat.
âHowâs she taste, Mingi?â the brunette asked from his seat, âas good as youâd been hoping? Or better?â You could hear the laughter in his voice as he quizzed your best friend. Part of you was expecting Mingi to pull away to answer, but instead he just mumbled a few incoherent words directly into your pussy before shifting his face slightly to allow his tongue to play with your clit. Yunho chuckled as you gasped at the new sensation. âDude, you really need to learn to stop talking with your mouth full.â
But Mingi didn't pull away to repeat himself, simply letting himself indulge in his meal. In you. Lips wrapping around your clit, suckling at the bud harshly until you were letting out sharp little gasps and holding onto his hair for dear life. Sometimes heâd let his teeth scrape against you, making you whine over and over again. Then heâd circle the delicate bud with his tongue, soothing it briefly before starting the process all over again.
Suck, nip, soothe, repeat.
It was all getting to be too much. You hadn't even noticed when Yunho stood from the seat and made the short walk over to the bed. You hadn't noticed him shedding his loose white shirt, nor had you noticed him taking a seat next to you on the bed. The sound of him spitting onto his hand never registered, nor did the deep hum of satisfaction when he noticed that you were starting to grind slightly against Mingiâs face. In fact, it wasnât until a wet digit began to circle your puckered hole that you even realised just how much had happened whilst you lost yourself in a dizzy haze of pleasure.
You cried out when you felt the digit pressing into you, pushing past the resisting ring of muscle and delving deep inside of you. That alone was enough to make you topple forwards, Mingiâs hands catching you before you could completely collapse against him. His tongue worked you through the orgasm, somehow working in perfect sync with Yunhoâs finger. If you werent already feeling so fucked out, you probably wouldve marvelled at just how well practiced they seemed working as one unit. That was a thought for when you were fully lucid, though. Not for when you were cumming on your best friends tongue whilst your other best friend played with your tight asshole like it was nothing.
It felt good. Fuck, it felt damn near perfect, but you were quickly moving into the territory of overstimulation. Yunho seemed to notice, the keen eye he always kept on you working to his advantage yet again as he let his finger slide out of you and he pulled you off of Mingiâs mouth with a pop. The blonde let out a whine of complaint that was quickly silenced when he saw the blissed out look on your face as Yunho placed you gently down beside Mingi on the mattress. His sorrowful pout quickly turned into a smirk as he realised that he was the one to put you in such a state.
âOne orgasm and sheâs already gone dumb,â Yunho chuckled as he stood once more, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. Again, a more lucid you wouldâve balked at his lack of boxers, but instead all you could do was whimper as you saw the sheer size of him. It was easily the biggest dick youâd ever seen, let alone had anywhere close to you. The smug look on Yunhoâs face let you know that he was aware of that fact though. âGot to be a record, right?â
âIt definitely is,â Mingiâs lips were wet as he spoke, but he never bothered to wipe it away. You blushed at the thought of him wearing you on his face. He smiled, brushing a finger up against your heated cheek. âI think it's a sign.â
âA sign of what?â Yunho crawled back onto the bed, letting himself sit back on his ankles as he just stared. Eyes scanned you up and down, just as they were when he watched you ride Mingiâs face, mapping every single detail of your body. You wondered whether he did that to every girl they brought into their beds, or just you. Perhaps you were just delusional, but you couldn't help that your mind settled on the latter.
âThat sheâs made for us,â Mingi answered, sounding as though he was more sure of that fact than anything else in the world, âI mean come on, dude, look at her! Have you ever seen a more perfect sight?â
Yunho hummed in contemplation, acting as though he was thinking deeply about the matter of whether you were âmade for themâ or not. As he considered, his hands joined his eyes in mapping out your body, trailing their way lightly from your ankles to your calves, stopping briefly at your thighs to massage them back to life, and then moving on to your hips. His fingertips sank into the plush flesh and he couldnât help but let his usual warm smile make its way onto his face.
âI think youâre right, Mingi,â he said as he rubbed gentle circles into your skin, âI don't think Iâve ever seen a sight as beautiful as this one. Our little pipsqueak, lay out on your bed just for us. It just feels right.â
âIâve lay here plenty of times,â you muttered, breaking up the conversation they were having over your head. Your brain was starting to fight through the fog that Mingiâs tongue and Yunhoâs finger had somehow managed to bring upon it. Almost coherent thoughts were fighting their way to the forefront of your brain, although you had no doubt Yunho would fuck them away again in just a moments time. âAnd Iâm pretty sure I've been naked in this bed tooâŚâ
Both men laughed wholeheartedly at the memory. You, passed out drunk in Mingiâs bed as the two men tried to get you changed into something better to sleep in. Stripping you had been the easy part. For some reason - one that you never planned on sharing - youâd been more than willing to take off each and every item of clothing once the two of you had dragged you away from the festivities in their living room. The two were more than respectful of your nude form, only sneaking glances every once in a while as they practically fought you to get you dressed into something suitable to sleep in. Apparently, not that you could remember it all too well, youâd been adamant on remaining naked and it was only when Mingi offered to buy you that pretty skirt youâd been eyeing up for weeks that you agreed to wear the boxers and the sweater that were being offered to you.
âThis is different, baby,â Mingi whispered as he traced your lips with his fingers, âyou were drunk then. Our priority was taking care of you and making sure that our best friend was okay. Tonight, our priority is fucking you into this mattress and making sure that our girl canât walk straight tomorrow. It's all about context, baby.â
âSo youâre saying you didn't find me hot?â
Both of them chuckled.
âYou were downright adorable, but as for hot? We wouldnât know, darling,â Yunho began to move his hands again, bringing them up to your breasts to massage them gently in his hands, âour priority was making sure you didn't throw up onto Mingiâs bed. We took a little bit of a break from fantasizing about fucking your brains out.â
âAnd that's all it was,â Mingiâs hand joined Yunhoâs in caressing your body. Although his moved straight down to your core, dipping a finger into the wet mess heâd left there. He chuckled at the way your jaw dropped slightly, breath hitching as he let one of his long fingers slip inside of you. It curled against your velvety walls, stroking them gently. âI promise that the moment you woke up in the morning with your pouty lips and your messy hair, I went straight back to wanting you.â
âS-straight back?â You stuttered as he slipped another finger in. âI doubt that.â
Yunho flicked their thumbs over your pebbled nipples, grinning at the way you arched your back a little.
âOf course, baby! Are you kidding?â The fingers inside you picked up their pace, scissoring slightly to stretch you out. âMorning sex with you would be so fucking hot. Youâre so soft and pliant when you first wake up. I just know youâd be whimpering so sweet while we manhandle you and take you apart piece by piece.â
âSheâs soft and pliant all the time, Mingi. One compliment and sheâs practically a fucking lap dogâ Yunho took his hands away from your tits. A pathetic - even by your own admission - whine forced its way up your throat, to which Yungho replied with a chuckle. âShe even cries like one.â
A third finger was pressed to your entrance, slipping inside of you with a pleasant stretch. It felt like almost too much, but one look at Yunhoâs member that rested heavy between his legs had you swallowing any complaints you had. If you were going to take him like you so desperately wanted to, you'd need the prep. Youâd need to be stretched out by Mingiâs fingers. As daunting as the prospect of it all was, you were a big girl.
You could take it.
You lay there, bones melting to nothing as you tried your hardest to relax into the stretch. Even if Mingiâs fingers werenât particularly thick, they were long, and the way he was spreading them within you, pushing at your gummy walls, had you seeing stars. You gripped his wrist as he ground the heel of his hand into you, bringing you hurtling towards your second orgasm as if you hadnât come down from your first just minutes before.
âFuck, Mingi,â you gasped, âgoing to make me cum again.â
Your thighs were desperately trying to close around Mingiâs hand, but Yunho seemed to have other ideas. He grasped at them, pushing them even further apart and leaning down so his face was directly across from where Mingi was knuckle deep within you. He groaned at the sight, cock jumping slightly in anticipation. God, he wanted to be inside of you so bad.
The sound you made as you came was something you'd never heard from your own mouth before. It was loud and long and had the two boys practically drooling over you as you writhed around under their large hands and sultry gazes. Yunho's hands stopped you from wriggling away from them as Mingi once again pushed you to the brink of overstimulation before drawing his hand back and lazily licking his fingers clean.
It was quite possibly the filthiest thing youâd ever seen. you couldnât tear your eyes away. His thick tongue darted out of his mouth to lap at the sticky substance that coated his digits before drawing back into his mouth with a thick string of arousal still connected. He groaned, eyes flickering shut as if it was the best fucking meal heâd ever tasted. You couldnât tear your eyes away.
âGive me a taste,'' Yunho brought your attention back to him within seconds. His hands let go of your thighs, moving until they were either side of your head and his toned chest lay just above your head. You briefly admired his pecs until a moan drew your gaze back up to his mouth. his own lips were wrapped around Mingiâs middle and ring finger, cheeks hollowed out as he sucked your juices from them. Your jaw dropped as you watched him give a pretty convincing blowjob to the fingers that were plunged deep into his mouth. he pulled back, breathing heavily. âHoly fuck, puppy. What do you eat to make your pussy taste so sweet, huh?â
The fact that heâd called you puppy didnât go unnoticed, but you were too dazed to comment. Panting like a bitch in heat as he grinned down at you, a new sheen over his lips to match mingiâs. It suited him just as much, you realised.
âDo you think youâll taste just as sweet when weâre mixed together?â he asked as he lined himself up with your hole. He thrusted into you just a little, enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head, before slowly drawing out again and repeating the process. âI think you will, but weâll have to wait for Mingi to give the final verdict, yeah? heâs really into the clean up process, puppy.â
You were too fucked out to work out what Yunho meant, although you had a feeling it had to do with the blonde's seemingly voracious appetite.
Mingi tugged his finger out of his mouth with a pop.
âNothing could tarnish the way she tastes,â he groaned as Yunho continued to thrust into you, gradually getting deeper and deeper each time he pushed into you, âeven with your gross seed dripping out of her.â
Yunho rolled his eyes at Mingi as he bottomed out. you couldnât help but tense up at the sensation of being so overwhelmingly full. It felt silly, but you were shocked at just how much bigger he was than the three fingers you came around moments prior. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix as his pelvis came to a stop against yours. He was still for a few seconds, eyes carefully studying your screwed up face for a sigh that he could begin. It took a few seconds for the crinkles in your forehead to flatten out, but once they did, he drew his hips back in one long stroke and began to thrust.
âYou fucking love sucking me off,â Yunho spat back as his hips rocked into you at a harsh pace. Sharp slaps echoed around the room each time his hips came into contact with yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body went completely limp against the wrinkled-up sheets.
âI have an oral fixation, dude,â Mingi shuffled closer so he could study your face a little closer. The way your lips parted, tiny gasps coming out with each thrust. The way your eyes were spaced out, staring into thin air as you tried desperately to hang on to reality. He smirked as you whined when Yunho thrusted into you particularly hard, âme sucking you off every once in a blue moon has nothing to do with whether I like the taste of your cum or not.â
And with that, he put his lips against yours, tongue immediately taking the opportunity to explore your open mouth. Your fingers, which were desperately grasping at the sheets, flew up to the back of his head. They tangled themselves in his short locks, holding him tightly against you as he spread the taste of yourself against your mouth.
It was messy, all tongue and teeth, but you expected nothing else from Mingi. He licked at your mouth the same way he did your pussy, seeming to gather your spit onto his tongue, devouring each and every drop he could gather. You couldnât help but let your jaw go slack, allowing him full access to your mouth. Something that had him letting out a low moan of his own.
âYouâre so fucking perfect, baby,â he mumbled as he pulled away for a second, almost immediately diving back in for more. You had no time to bask in the praise before you felt a thumb pressing against your already abused clit. You gasped into Mingiâs mouth and he smiled against your open mouth. âSuch a perfect girl, huh? So reactive for us.â
âDamn right she is,â Yunho continued with the same punishing pace, although his movements were getting a little sloppy. You could tell he was close, and as he circled your overstimulated clit, you could tell that you were too. Three was a lot for you, but with your two boys, it felt so natural. They pulled them out of you with ease, sending you to an unfamiliar headspace with each one. âShe's our perfect girl. always fucking has been.â
âOf course she has been,â Mingi licked a stripe up your neck, loving the way it made you squirm, âour gorgeous, clueless girl. No idea just how perfect her pretty little body is.â
âFucking shame that you are so clueless, puppy,â Yunho leant down, breathing heavy in your ears as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. The shapes he was rubbing into your clit were desperate as he tried to pull your orgasm out of you before he spilled himself inside of you, âyou had no clue that your two big, bad best friends wanted nothing more than to love you, did you?â
You whined as Mingi bit into the flesh of your shoulder. It was the final push you needed to tip you over the edge. Your head was spinning as Yunho worked you through it, hips coming to a stop as he filled you up with his cum.
âFucking perfect,â he muttered, voice barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears.
You didnât notice when he pulled out, sucking in a sharp breath as he washed his cum flow out of your sopping hole. Just like you didnât notice when Mingi let out a sad whine at the sight of you being too fucked out for him to âclean you upâ in his own special sense of the word. Nor did you notice when Yunho went searching through Mingiâs drawers to find a pack of baby wipes.
You did notice when the cold, wet tissue first made contact with your hot skin. You whined, writhing around in discomfort as Mingi shushed you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Yunho's movements were gentle as he wiped the layer of sweat away before getting out a fresh wipe and focussing on your core. It was sensitive down there, but Mingiâs gentle comfort made it so Yunho could do his job without much upset. That didn't mean that whenever he went within a centimeter of your swollen bud you wouldnât let out a quiet whimper. Mingi just smiled and kissed your pouted lips to distract from the overstimulation of Yunho wiping a mixture of spit and cum away from your clit.
âWe really should get you up, pipsqueek,â the brunette muttered as he flopped back onto the bed, tossing an arm over your waist so naturally that it was like he hadnât been balls deep in you minutes before, âyou always complain about how youâre always too lazy to pee after sex and how you always end up with a UTI.â
âi donât think i can bear another trip to the store to stock up on cranberry juice,â Mingi giggled in such a Mingi-ish way that the idea of his tongue pressed deep in your pussy felt like little more than one of your many daydreams about him, âit was so embarrassing when we had girls over only to offer them a drink and open the fridge to 4 bottles of cranâŚâ
Yunho laughed wholeheartedly.
âWell I guess we donât have to worry about that anymore,â he kissed your cheek gently, ânot when we have the perfect girl right here.â
âDoes this mean no more pretending I'm not jealous when you two are talking about your sexcapades?â you mutter, still only half of your brain working at full speed.
âOnly if it means we dont have to hear about any more tinder hook-ups,â mingi responded, âgod i fucking hated all of those men who got to touch you before i did.â
You rolled your eyes.
âYou guys only have yourselves to blame. I never wouldâve gone near those guys had you two not started collecting women like fucking Pokemon first!â
âI guess so,â Yunho muttered, pressing a light kiss to your temple, âbut you need to know that none of them were really ours. We just didn't know we were allowed the real thing, so we had to settle.â
You scoffed.
âReal feminist of you, Yunho,â you lightly slapped his chest. Mingi laughed.
âSorry, darling,â he apologised, âforgot that you're all for the âwomen support womenâ thing, even when you're so clearly jealous.â
A comfortable silence fell over the three of you as you held one another. You in the middle with Yunho to your front and Mingi pressed to your back. You didn't miss the way their fingers tangled with one another's atop your hip. You could've mentioned it, but that was for another time.
âWhat made you flip tonight?â You finally asked, the all-important question dangling for a moment or two like bait. You bit, waiting patiently for the boys to give you the answer.
âYou made Yunho mad,â Mingi was the first to speak, âthinking bad about yourself and your body, as if he hasn't spent years trying to talk you out of that sort of behaviour.â
You hummed in response.
âNeeded to prove how beautiful we think you are, baby,â Yunho picked up where Mingi left off. âMaking you ours in the process was just an added bonus.â
i sleep nude because if someone ever breaks into my house they gotta fight me while im naked and i dare you to try and swing on a nigga when his dick is out
Hii, could you write a nikolai x healer reader where she is nikolai's personal healer ever since kirigan gave her to the royal family. They got veryyyyyyy close almost too close. Because of this, she was also his protecter and if he did anything wrong she would get the repercussions and when he when of to be sturmhond and left her behind she was almost killed. Then he comes back and she doesn't talk to him and tries to avoid him at all cost then he corners her and asks what's wrong.
YEP COMING RIGHT UP
(This may be more sadistic than what you had requested but my imagination went off the rails)
Blood Bender
in which a girl who loved the prince was given the darkest power of them all.
The room that was held in the lowest cell of the Little Palaceâs dungeon was freezing, even on the warmest of days in Ravkan.
The girl had been close once, to the prince. Had been in love with him. Had shared his own quarters on his insistence that he could be stabbed in the night and needed his favorite healer with him. But she was property of Kirigan, had been since heâd practically raised her, and the general didnât take kindly to what belonged to him. And heâd noticed her affections, as much as heâd noticed the princeâs feelings for her.
So when heâd left, the prince, her Nikolai, even though sheâd been ordered to keep him there so she could spy on him, she hadnât protested. Sheâd wanted him outâwanted him away from Kiriganâs clutches, especially when her dark master had begun brewing up monstrosities in the hidden dungeons under the palace.
She could picture Nikolaiâs face, even then, as she laid on the cold, hard ground. The healer had long since given up on her life, but not on his. The Darklingâs strange minions tortured her daily, and every punishment was some new form of Hell. First came the voices. It was fellow Grisha, their tortured screams echoing around her, the sound so close they couldâve been in the next cell. But then it was Nikolai, Nikolai who she heard screaming for help, for her, Nikolai whose bones were being broken, skin marred, and she could do nothing but sob at the bars or cover her ears and wail against the floor.
Next was the altar. That stone altar that had chained her up as his minions sliced into her, burned her, broke her, reconstructing and bending her power to its greatest limits. Her voice broke from strain and she couldnât speak for days after those long, horrific hours on the table, where she begged Saints that did not answer for death.
Then came the experimenting. Kirigan attempted new ways for her to use her power, trying to mold her into a demon of a Grisha. He insisted there were secrets the Grisha hid from the healers, ways to bend and burn and turn people inside out. But she had refused, all up until the day that one of her fellow healers was dragged down there, and Kirigan threatened to strap her to that disgusting altar and torture her until Y/N agreed to submit.
So she did.
And a piece of herself left every time he brought a new criminal to practice on. Every time she bent the very blood in a personâs body, until she watched that blood creep out from every exit point, until the sight of the red leaking from her victims didnât inspire horror from her but a strange, blank, hollowness.
It had been three years.
Three years since sheâd been hauled down here as punishment, and the prince was back. She was instructed to kill him as soon as possible, told that she could leave her cell when she wanted, but Y/N only laid there, soul completely gone, and stared at the walls until her eyelids could not hold themselves up any longer.
Kirigan was beginning to panic. The girlâhis prized weaponâwas fading away. No amount of torture would persuade her now; he knew she had passed her breaking point, and sheâd likely kill herself before allowing his minions to lay hands on her ever again. So he tried a different direction. He bought her gifts, had her transported to lavish, comfortable chambers. He offered her riches beyond imaginableâbooks he knew she loved, music to be played, invitations to parties and plays and concert halls.
But she just laid in bed, refusing to eat. All she could see when she opened her eyes was blood. And all she could hear whenever people neared her was the rush of it inside their veins. It was its own kind of torture. Especially when Nikolai, Saints bless him, somehow found out where she was staying. And when he came to her rooms, her heart began to beat so fast in her chest she was almost sick.
âWhat theâfor fucks sake, Y/N.â He gasped, lurching towards her side, taking her gaunt face in his hands. She recoiled from his touch, almost gagging when she felt every pulse of his heart, could hear and sense every artery, every single capillary, every veinâŚ
Her magic thrummed beneath her skin. Her magic, her power, had become a monster of its own, tortured alongside her. But where she was broken, it was fixed. Where she was tired, it was starving. So it took everything in her to say the words she spoke, voice hoarse from disuse.
âI donât want to see you ever again.â She told him, heart breaking at the hurt expression on his face.
âIts beenâitâs been three years, Y/N. Iâve written you at least a hundred lettersâwhere have you been? I was so worried for you. No one seemed to be able to find out what happened to you until a week ago when a servant reported you alive.â His hands grasped her face again, ignoring the disgust on her face because it was breaking his own heart, as well. âI thought you loved me. I thought weââ
âWeâll youâre wrong.â She hissed, jolting up, forcing herself away from him. Her face had drained of color andâno. It wasnât that. It was that she had grown almost ten shades paler. Like she hadnât been in the sun for years. His stomach lurched. What had theyâ âI do not love you. I could never love such an arrogant, prissyââ
He held up a hand to stop her foul words, his chest aching as he took in a trembling breath. All this time. Every night he had longed for her, had written to her, had craved her touch and her scent and her lips against his, and sheâŚsheâŚ
âYou must truly hate me,â he started, voice low. âif you would pretend to love me and then treat me this way.â
She was quiet, and when he looked at her, he saw that she was shaking. Her eyes were tear filled and she turned away, looking out towards the window. Saints, she was thin. Andâand there were scars on her small arms. Scars andâand were those burn marks?
Nikolaiâs stomach roiled with nausea as he reached for her, hesitating for half a second before touching her hand that was curled into a fist against the bed.
âPlease do not touch me.â She whispered, all trace of malice gone from her voice, and so he didnât.
Tears of his own were beginning to fill as he watched her, watched her thin shoulders shake as she shoved down her emotions. When he finally spoke, barely able to push back that knot in his throat, he told her about the Sun Summoner. About the Darklingâs betrayal and the war on the horizon. About the sea whip and the adventures heâd been on. About how he loved her, and had missed her, and how heâd doing anything for her to justâŚsmile at him again.
But she was quiet, and after a full minute had passed, he wiped the wetness from his face and stood, headed towards the door.
âDo not come to me again.â Her voice was so quiet he hardly heard it and he turned, pained and stunned. âIâI donât think I canâŚâ her throat cleared. âThe things heâI donât know if I can stop myself if you..â she couldnât finish her sentence, couldnât finish the thought, and his mind raced as he tried to understand what exactly she was saying to him.
âKirigan?â He asked, brows furrowed, and she stilled. âKirigan? Tell me, Y/N, and Iâll fix this. Youâll come home with me, tonight, and weâllââ
âThis cannot be fixed.â She said, so slowly it sounded as if there was a period in between each word. âI have beenâŚI cannot see you.â
âJust look at me.â He insisted, frustration and pain and fear rising when she didnât. âPlease. Just look at me and acknowledge that I love you, that Iâll fight for you, and we can fix this.â
He watched her shoulders droop as she turned, fixing him with a look full of hope and sadness. He almost dropped to his knees but managed to stand, holding his shoulders back the way a prince would.
âIâm taking you with me.â He told her, voice firm. âYouâre not staying in thisâthis place. I swear to take care of you, for the rest of my life, if need be.â When he didnât respond, he added, âI love you. Please believe me.â
So the girl swallowed, blinking at her prince, and moved, standing on shaking, too skinny legs. And she followed him wordlessly out, neither of them touching, as they left for his carriage towards the grand palace.
***
The war had been bloody and horrific. The other Grishaâthe ones working for Kirigan, had power like nothing the others had ever seen. But it was the figure in a black dress, flimsy and ridiculously thin, that strode across the quiet feel towards Kiriganâs army. That was the figure that struck everyone dumb, staring at her determined face and gaunt body.
Nikolai and his friends froze, watching her emerge from the fort, expression so blank it was like looking at a ghost. She stared back at the enemy Grisha that looked at her, confusion in their eyes at her weaponless state.
âYou,â the brunette in the front, the one that threw ice at her prince, started, voice trembling a fraction. âYouâre umâyouâre General Kiriganâs prize, right? The one he uh,â she looked at the others; shame had coated some of their faces, and she wondered how much they truly knew of her torture. Nikolai had gone deathly pale at the sight of her. âwe wonât hurt you. Justâjust come over here, and weâll shield you, okay? Youâll be safe, Y/N.â
All fighting had ceased, watching the exchange with interest and tension, and the fire bearing Grisha beside the brunette spoke up.
âCome on, Y/N. Youâre safe with us.â
And as Nikolai watched her, heart climbing in his throat, a small, sinister smile began to pull at the healerâs mouth.
âIâd like you to tell Kirigan something for me, if you donât mind.â She whispered, her low voice quiet enough that everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing, in order to hear her. âTell him I love him for what he did to me.â She said, and her hands moved.
The Grisha didnât have a chance.
They dropped the ground, almost as one, all of them; they clutched their throats and gasped, unable to use their power if they tried. But Y/N simply tilted her head to the side, watching with a hungry, hateful stare.
When blood seeped from their eyes, their noses, their mouths, Nikolai turned and vomited onto the ground, the sight something of a nightmare made reality. The Grisha were dead within seconds, every single one of them, and Y/N sank onto the ground, her eyes finding Tolyaâs. He was closest, his sword in hand, and the only one not shaking with fear.
âKill me, please.â She whispered, still feeling utterly numb at what sheâd just done.
âIf you touch her,â Nikolai panted, shoving himself to his feet. âI will kill you where you stand.â
Her gaze snapped to the princeâs as he approached, then dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. He breathed in her scent, ignoring the whispers around them, not when her pale hand moved hesitantly up to touch his back.
âIâm so sorry.â He whispered, piecing together her behaviorâher appearanceâwhat the Grisha had saidâand then her power. Her dark power that was unnatural, that was nothing heâd ever seen before. âI wonât leave you again. Iâm sorry.â
He pressed a kiss against her brow and she sighed, leaning into him. The power in her had been satisfied by the multitude of quick deaths, and his blood didnât roar in her ears the way it sometimes did when heâd brought her to the palace, had brought her to his rooms, had fed her soup and clothed her and jabbered away even if she didnât respond.
And on the days she refused to get out of bed, her expression haunted, he stayed beside her, refusing to leave the woman he loved. Not when he knew, somehow, that sheâd been tortured ever since he had left. And though she still refused to tell him what had happenedâŚwell, they had time for that later.
âI doââ she swallowed, trying to bring the words out of her. âI doâloveâŚyou.â She said, her throat practically searing against the phrase, as the power inside her growled its disapproval. But Nikolai only kissed her forehead again, utterly unafraid of her.
She pulled back to look at him, touching his face with a tiredness that was bone deep, and forced her eyes not to linger on the gash on his head. If she did, she might feel the urge to see just how much it could bleed.
âIâmâŚâ she swallowed again. Sheâd hardly spoken a word in months; it felt strange to communicate in more than nods or shakes of her head. âIâm going toâŚkill..â
He saw the look in her eyes and helped her up, his friends backing away from the girl as if she had the Black Plague. But her eyes simply swept over the clearing, meeting every gaze she saw, and spoke. For the first time in three years, she felt a sense of strength.
âKirigan is mine.â She said, glaring around at them once more, before striding off into the distance, stepping over the bodies of her fallen Grisha on the way out of the fortress.
***
Kirigan had died begging.
She was laughing as she tugged his blood from his body, his eyes pleading with her. She had even mocked him, mocked him, miming choking on something as he gurgled and gagged on his own lifeâs blood. And when he was dead, good and truly dead, a strange weight whooshed out of her and she collapsed, panting.
Nikolai was at her side in seconds, Alina having had cleared the Fold, and when his hand touched her shoulder she felt, for the first time in a long time, no thrum of heartbeat. No hint of blood. She turned to look at him, eyes wide; Kiriganâs death had somehow reversed the damage. She raised her hands, healing the gash on his head, and sobbed in relief when his skin stitched together instead of tearing apart.
âDarling,â he sighed, gathering her into him, holding her close. âdarling youâre safe. Youâre free, now.â
âMyââ she choked as she gasped for air, hardly able to breathe past the ache of relief in her chest. âNikolai, I need you. I need you beside me.â
âI am yours.â He said simply, holding her close, and wondered, for the first time in a while, if a future with the woman he loved was truly possible.
And later, after months of healing, after hesitant attempts at stitching wounds, of curing illnesses, of gaining her color and gorgeous figure back, she finally told him of the horrors she had endured. When he had wept for her, sheâd promised she loved him, and had endured it for him. For they would do anything for each otherâanything.
And damn them if Kirigan would ever interfere again.
donât ask where or why I came up with this but itâs gnarly to me to imagine someone with that kind of power xx
A night at the club turns into a lot more than you anticipated, all thanks to a stupid text that you don't even remember sending. The next day, Chan and Felix invite you over for dinner. That's all it is, right?
Content: Smut, minor angst, fluff
Warnings: Use of petnames 'love,' and 'babygirl,' threesome, fingering, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v sex, lots of praise, spanking (barely), humiliation/second hand embarrassment
WC: 4700
It starts like this:Â
Chan texts you the morning after you go to the club. Of course, youâre hungover out of your mind, but thatâs to be expected. On Saturday morning, or afternoon you suppose, you roll out of bed with a loud groan, a pulsing headache making its way behind your eyes.Â
You notice that your makeup has been removed and youâre now sporting clothes much comfier than your dress and heels that were suffocating you last night at the club. Your phone is also plugged in, and you have been notorious for waking up with a dead phone the morning after waking up from a night out.Â
You have half the mind to wonder, how the hell were you cognizant enough last night to do all of this? You certainly donât remember it. It all makes sense when you check your notifications, screen a little too bright for your liking, and see that Chan had texted you an hour ago.Â
Channie:
Hey babygirlÂ
I donât know if you remember, but Felix and I brought you home last night~Â
You were pretty fucked up hahaÂ
If youâre feeling up to it, you want to join us for dinner tonight at my place?Â
Me you and LixÂ
Hope youâre feeling okay this morning. Let us know if you need anything, yeah?Â
You groan. Of course Chan and Felix brought you home last night, that makes so much more sense. Chan has always been a natural caretaker, and if he was at the club last night and you tried to go home with some random guy or even take an Uber, he surely would have become overprotective and offered to take you home himself.Â
Your heart pangs when you read the text again. Babygirl. The pet name makes it easy to remember the major crush youâve been harboring for him for forever. Him and Felix both, honestly. You really really hope you didnât say anything embarrassing last night that you canât remember. That would be just your luck, honestly. Taking a deep breath, you make a note to take some Advil as you text him back.Â
Y/N:
Thanks so muchÂ
Iâll be there!
Canât waitÂ
He texts you back almost instantly:Â
Channie:Â
SickÂ
Weâre super excitedÂ
A red flag should have raised over the fact that, though him and Felix were your closest friends, they almost never invited you over to their place. They almost always come over to yours when you hang out, and hangouts usually happen more organically. You brush the thought aside, chalking it up to Chanâs protective nature and need to make sure youâre okay after what was likely a rough night out.Â
Thatâs all it is, right?Â
Youâre only giddy because of this stupid crush on your friends you canât quite push away. Thereâs not anything more going on and thereâs no lines to read between. You repeat this like a mantra as you get ready tonight, putting on just a little bit of makeup (for no reason in particular!!!), and repeat it once more as you knock on Chanâs door, bottle of wine in hand.Â
He opens the door with a large smile, all teeth, that makes your heart beat a little faster. When you hand him the bottle of wine youâre met with a hearty laugh. âYou sure you didnât have enough of this last night?â he teases. You shove his chest lightly, giving him a devilish grin.
âWhat if I brought it for you?â You quip back.Â
âI think we were imagining a type of fun that didnât involve alcohol.â You give him a smile at his words, brows furrowing for a second before brushing off his words. He probably just means they intend to stay sober tonight. Youâve had plenty of nights that were fun that didnât involve alcohol, so thatâs all he meant by his words! Shrugging, you put the wine in the fridge instead of cracking it open, taking his advice to save the drink for another day.Â
Dinner is amazing. Chan made it with Felixâs observation, as according to Chan the other shouldnât be allowed in the kitchen ever again. You laugh as he dives into several stories of baking incidents gone wrong, including a time that Felix and Seungmin ended up burning everything they made. You defend your friend, telling Chan that Felix âdoes make killer brownies,â which the other canât argue with. Itâs decided that Felix should do most of his cooking alone, as anytime he cooks with anybody else it ends up in a minor disaster. Felix looks thoroughly flushed and embarrassed by the end of your conversation so the two of you relent on your teasing.Â
You decide on a movie. Itâs not even really that entertaining and youâre barely paying attention if youâre being honest. Itâs some movie youâd seen a hundred times before. You find your place between Chan and Felix, your body squished between your two friends. You nuzzle your head into Chanâs shoulder and prop your legs up onto Felix. Youâre comfortable, very much so, though you tense for a second when you feel Felixâs hand rest on your thigh. You can also feel Chanâs breath on your neck, and you suddenly feel hot. Very hot.Â
You hope they canât feel how warm to the touch youâve become, and at such a simple action at that. Are you really that pathetic? God, your crush on them has gotten out of hand, you think, but when Felixâs hand raises further up your thigh and starts rubbing teasing circles youâre not so sure this is all in your head anymore. Chan has always been touchy with you and Felix moreso, but this is just a little bit out of character for them.
Youâre worried to speak up for a second, scared that your words would make Felix retract his hand. When he looks up at you with an inquisitorial gaze, however, you canât help the words that spill from your mouth. âLixââÂ
Youâre not prepared for the words that come from the man behind you.Â
âTell me, Y/N,â Chan says lowly. âDo you want me to fuck you nice and hard?â He punctuates his words and your body physically tenses. Your world has come to a full stop.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDo you want me toââÂ
âI⌠I heard you,â you interrupt. âIâm just⌠Iâm not quite sure what you mean.â You feel afraid to look up at Chan from behind you, and you certainly donât look at Felix; though his hand has stilled, it still rests firmly on your thigh.Â
âI donât know if you remember this,â Chan says. His demeanor has changed, and youâre met with a chuckle and a deep breath. He seems very shy compared to the man just seconds ago speaking into your ear. âLast night when you were at the club, you texted me and Lix in a group chat.âÂ
Fuck.Â
That makes so much more sense, you think. No way would you have gotten that fucked up without doing something you would regret. You reach for your phone but a hand rests on top of yours, stilling your movement.Â
âNo, itâs okay,â he says in response to your panic. âI already have it pulled up. I was thinking I could read it to you.âÂ
âChan, Iâm sorry, Iâm sure I didnâtââÂ
He shushes you. For some reason sparks shoot up your spine at the action. You purse your lips shut, an action that implies your silence and you wait for him to continue.Â
âLast night you were dancing with us,â he starts. âYou were drunk out of your mind. I think you knew that already. But you texted Lix and I, and we could just tell you had enough to drink so we offered to take you home. But while we were in the car,â he laughs lightly. You donât feel like laughing back, âWhile we were in the car, you texted us. It wasnât meant for us, but you told us some things that you wanted us to, um, do to you.âÂ
âThatâs not the worst part,â Felix provides unhelpfully. You glare at the man and he smiles sweetly. âChrisâ phone was connected to bluetooth and it read your texts out loud in the car.âÂ
You groan. Thank God you were drunk enough last night to not remember that because youâre not sure you can even relive the memory. In fact, even now you wish for the world to split open and swallow you whole.Â
âEmmaaaaa,â Chan starts, reading your texts out loud in a voice that is obviously meant to resemble your own. You realize now that the text was meant for your best friend, the one that you use to hopelessly rant to about your strong unrequited crush for the two boys in question.Â
âGod theyâre so fineeÂ
I want Channie and Lixie so bad frÂ
I just want them to ruin meÂ
You know Iâve never been fucked right but I want Chan to just fuck me nice and hard ughhshhÂ
I know youâre so tired of hearing me talk about thisÂ
But heâs so perfect I just know he could fuck me up sooo goodÂ
And Felix?
I just want him to whisper filthy things in my ears
With his perfect voiceÂ
He looks like such an angel I just want to see what heâs really like, if heâll fuck me soft or nice and hard like ChannieÂ
I need them both to ruin me!!!!
You donât understand
If I donât get someoneâs cock in my mouthââÂ
âOh my god thatâs enough,â you interrupt. Youâre not sure you can listen to another second of past-you embarrassing yourself, and you tell him as much when you shoot out of his grasp and turn around to look at him. He has a sly fucking grin on his mouth and you canât help but feel like youâre the butt of a joke you didnât ask to be a part of. âI⌠I canât listen to you embarrass me anymore. Iâm so sorry about what I said and I really didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. Hell, you know I donât even remember it, and I know that really doesnât excuse it but I hope you know I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I know you guys donât feel the same way so if you want, I can go andââÂ
Chan puts his hands around your shoulders, halting your movements when you try to stand.Â
âWoah woah woah, babygirl,â he says, trying to interrupt your sad attempt at salvaging your relationship. âItâs not what you think, actually. You could never ruin your friendship with us, okay?â You feel tears prick at your eyes, truly humiliated with how the night has progressed. Even now, Chan is here trying to be nice to you so you wonât feel bad about what happened which is somehow even more humiliating.Â
âDid you really mean what you said?â Felix says, finally.Â
âCan I even take it back now?â you say, laughing sardonically. âYou know, drunk actions are sober thoughts, or whatever they say? Iâm so sorry, again. Like I said, if you want me to leave I can.â Your eyes flit between Felix and Chan, gauging for a reaction, any sense that they may be uncomfortable with your actions. Youâre surprised to find none.Â
âIf you really meant it,â Chan says, inhaling through his teeth and clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, âThen we kind of had a proposal for you.âÂ
âWhat kind of proposal?â you ask suspiciously.Â
âThe kind where maybe we have sex? All three of us,â he suggests.Â
What.Â
What?
âWhat!?â Your brain supplies the only word it can think of. This is a joke, right? Your feelings that have been unrequited for so long are being reciprocated this casually? You stare blankly at the two men who are waiting for some sort of response.Â
âI⌠Iâm not sure if I can,â you answer finally. Though everything in your body is telling you yes yes yes, the arousal already pooling in between your legs, your brain finally seems to be the one in the forefront making the decisions. âI canât do that, have âjust sexâ with you. Either of you. And maybe Iâm about to make a fool of myself even more tonight, but I have to admit that my feelings for you both run a lot deeper than just⌠sexual.â You let out a heavy sigh when you finally admit the truth. âIâm scared that I wonât be able to detach my emotions from it all, and I really donât want to ruin what we have going on.âÂ
Youâre met with silence and you open your eyes but donât look at either of them, instead opting to look at the floor. Did Chan get a new carpet? It looks really niceâ
âI donât think it would be âjust sex,â babygirl.â Chan and that goddamned pet name that makes your heart flutter. âWeâve, uh, both liked you for a very long time. And we want this to go further, if youâre interested of course.âÂ
For the second time in one night, you feel as if the world has tilted on its axis. Maybe it has, because you feel a little bit dizzier now and your heart beats a little bit faster than it did just seconds ago.Â
âAre you sure?â you ask, worrying your lip between your teeth. Felix takes his thumb and pulls your lip out from between your teeth, his thumb lingering for a second before pushing into your mouth. Your eyes close and your tongue swirls around the appendage.Â
âDo you want this, love?â The deep timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine and your eyes open, meeting his gaze. For a second, it feels as if nothing but you and Felix exist in this entire world, and you ponder his words for a second. If they really mean it and they have both liked you for a while now, you donât have to worry about separating feelings from sex. You ponder what this means for your relationships going forward for a second but the pulsing need between your legs and the way your breath hitches when his thumb pushes further into your mouth tells you all you need to know. You want this. You nod your head and know itâs the right choice when youâre met with a reassuring smile.Â
âIf youâre sure, then weâre sure,â Chan says from beside you. You feel his fingers on your leg, veiny hands rubbing small circles on the expanse of your thigh. When he grips the plush of your thigh hard you canât help the gasp that comes from your mouth, and Felixâs thumb releases from your mouth, wet with your saliva. You feel his hand come to rest on your face as he caresses you softly, brushing a stray hair away from your face as he leans in to kiss you.Â
You breathe into the kiss but let him take the lead, soft and plush lips delicate against your own. When his tongue barely brushes your bottom lip youâre already opening your mouth for him eagerly, letting his tongue come into contact with yours. The kiss is passionate but almost too romantic for what youâre about to let him do to you. When you moan into the kiss he deepens it, hands pulling your face even closer to his own.Â
You note the movement on the couch next to you and Chan taps your shoulder. When you turn your head to look at him heâs crashing his lips into yours in a bruising kiss, messy and desperate and it catches you off guard but you return his advances eagerly, lips and tongue moving expertly against one anothers.Â
Felixâs hand comes and snakes around your waist, stopping your kiss just long enough to lift your shirt over your head. His warm breath hits your neck and itâs all you can focus on besides Chanâs wet tongue against yours, but then Felixâs fingers rub your nipples over the fabric of your bra and youâre keening backwards into his touch, running away while simultaneously trying to get more at the same time.Â
When Chan finally breaks the kiss itâs with a groan and a long string of saliva connects you, wet and dirty. He sits back and admires the work that Felix is doing, having you come completely undone for him with just his fingers against your still clothed breasts. Itâs Chan that reaches and unclasps your bra, leaving you utterly exposed in front of the two men in front of you and he wastes no time before joining Felix in his ministrations.Â
The teasing becomes too much, tongue and teeth and pinching over your abused breasts, and at this point youâre not sure how much more squeezing of your thighs together you can do before it comes to much.Â
âPlease,â you breathe, and youâre not even quite sure what youâre asking for.Â
âPlease what, babygirl?â Chan coos at you, words laced with a teasing lilt. You reach forward and grab his hand and itâs like your breath stops when you place his hand right between your legs where you need him the most. âWant me to touch you?â He asks. His breathing is heavy and you admire his attempt at trying to keep his composure.Â
âYes, please,â you nod, eyes never leaving his. Not even when his hand cups your clothed pussy and you buck up into him with a cry. Felix shifts from behind you and pulls your back into his chest as Chan reaches down to pull down your shorts with one swift motion.Â
Youâre completely bare for them now, and you have little time to dwell on this fact before Felix grabs your legs and spreads them open, hooking them over his own. His hands rest on your thighs, holding you into place and giving Chan access to your sopping core.Â
âGod, babygirl youâre soaked,â Chan notes, two fingers swiping in between your folds. You can hear it, the wetness pooled between your legs, but when he leans his face forward and meets his tongue with your clit you canât help the surprise that creeps from your throat.Â
Heâs relentless, his tongue flicking and circling your clit mercilessly. Your legs shake and try to close but are held open by Felixâs own.Â
You look up at the man behind you with teary eyes and open mouth, thinking about asking him to give you mercy but the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. Heâs enjoying this just as much as Chan is.Â
âDoes that feel good?â he asks into your ear.Â
âYes, oh my god,â you tell him as his lips come down to meet yours in a short peck. They ultimately land on your neck, nipping at the junction between your neck and ear.Â
âTell me how good,â he instructs. âTell me how good heâs making you feel.âÂ
âSo good, Felix, oh,â you moan. Two of Chanâs fingers thrust into you, in motion with the way that his tongue abuses your clit and itâs already too much. âGod, Felix, heâs making me feel so good. Heâs⌠Heâs eating me out so good, his tongue feelsâŚoh myââ you know youâre babbling but you canât help the moan that interrupts your words. Felix shushes you, and you think his hands are going to find place in your hair to soothe you but instead they make way to your breasts, still sensitive from just minutes prior.Â
His thumb and pointer finger pinch your nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting them. Your back arches at his touch and your skin prickles at his low voice in your ear.Â
âYouâre doing so, so good for us, love. Fuck, youâre being so good letting Channie eat your pussy like that,â he says. One hand comes to grab the flesh at your hip, kneading it as he continues to tease your pebbled nipple between his fingers. âDo you like being good for us?âÂ
âYes, fuck, fuck, I like being good for you,â you cry out. âLove it so much, oh my godââ and as Chanâs fingers curl up inside of you, you find your orgasm being ripped out of you with no warning. Youâre cumming hard around his fingers, pulsing tightly as he lets you ride out your high on his face. Behind you Felix takes to setting a slow pace in rubbing his hands up and down your body, grounding you with his touch as he whispers praises in your ears.Â
When you finally open your eyes again, you truly feel like you have woken up in a different dimension.Â
âHoly fuckââ you rasp, noting when Felix wipes a tear from your eyes you hadnât realized you had shed.Â
âDo you think you can take us, babygirl?â Chan asks as he pulls his fingers from your center. He reaches across your body to offer his soaking fingers to Felix, who eagerly takes them in his mouth for the chance to taste you. You donât miss the way he moans around Chanâs fingers.Â
âYes,â you say softly. âWant you both.âÂ
Felix reaches down and kisses you, much more comfortable this time with the way that he allows himself to be rougher with you, pushing his tongue into your mouth with a boldness that was lacking earlier. When you pull apart you notice the large hands on your waist that arenât his and youâre being flipped around by Chan before you can process it. Your ass is up in the air and youâre on all fours now, squeaking when Chan lands a quick hit to your ass and kneads the flesh.Â
When you tilt your head up to look at Felix you notice him pulling his pants and boxers down past his thighs, letting his cock spring free and resting at your face. He taps it against your cheek and he looks down at you, silently checking to make sure youâre okay. Looking up at him with bright wide eyes you blink, asking him for permission as you open your mouth wide for him.Â
He pushes in with a groan, letting his cock rest on your tongue for a second. You suckle on his tip and let your tongue swirl around his head, watching how reactive he is with amusement. Even though you havenât fully started sucking him off yet he is breathy, eyes dark in the way he looks at you and strokes your hair.Â
He pushes his length further into your mouth and you groan, taking him fully. He sets the pace, slow and languid, pulling his cock fully out of your mouth before shoving it back in with expertise.Â
You barely register the hands behind you that grab your ass until you feel Chanâs tip prodding at your entrance, barely pushing inside you. You let out a shaky breath around Felix and Chan takes that as a sign to push into you fully.Â
The stretch is welcoming. Your jaw goes slack as you take a moment to process the protrusion, clenching tightly around him as he stills. Felix uses your mouth now, setting the rhythm for the man behind you as well.
Relaxing, you let yourself be used by both of the men. You feel Chanâs thighs smack the back of yours, wet and messy and relentless. This causes you to jerk forward, pushing you back and forth onto Felixâs cock. Chanâs hands press into your hips, desperate and harsh and sure to leave bruises in its wake.
âGod, love, your mouth,â Felix moans. His hand in your hair is soft in its caresses, contradictory from the way his hips snap into your face ruthlessly. âYouâre doing so fucking good for us, baby. This is what you wanted, isnât it? For Chan to fuck you nice and hard, yeah? For me to whisper filthy things in your ear?âÂ
You do what you can to nod your head, though itâs pathetic with the way your mouth is full of him. You know you look utterly debauched, absolutely used from the two men youâve found yourself in between. The mascara you applied before is running down your face along with tears of pleasure, and you find yourself continuously blinking them away to look up at Felix. Your hands find place on the bed beside you, fingers curling into the sheets. Youâre close, incredibly so, and you know itâs not much longer until you come over the edge.Â
Felix lets out a low groan and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. With a sharp grasp on your hair he spills into your mouth, right down your throat in hot spurts. You swallow around him thickly and he pulls out, wiping a bit of spit off of your mouth with his thumb.Â
You fall forward into Felixâs lap, arching your back in order to give Chan full access to your dripping hole. He takes full advantage of it, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Now that your mouth is free, you have full opportunity to speakâthough, the only thing that comes out of your mouth now are loud moans and broken, choked sobs.Â
âSweet girl, is he fucking you stupid?â Felix asks, wrapping his arms around you and making you look into his eyes. When you meet his gaze you nod your head sporadically.Â
Chan grunts from behind you, his hips starting to stutter. âFuck, Lix. Iâm close,â he warns. âTouch her pretty clit for me, make her cum for us.â
Felix does as instructed, snaking his hand down to where Chan pushes in and out between your bodies. âSo good, love. Cum for us,â he says into your ear.Â
His fingers barely brush your clit when youâre cumming hard around Chanâs cock, squeezing around his length hard. He rocks his hips into yours, helping you ride out your release before he pulls out and cums all over your ass. Youâre whining and clutching onto Felix, though you donât realize it; his hand runs small circles onto your back. When he looks down at you itâs as if you hung the stars, gaze so full of adoration that your heart batters against your chest in response loud enough that he very well might hear it.Â
Somewhere behind you, Chan leaves and then returns with something to clean you up. You only know this when you feel the soft material on your back and you let out a grunt of appreciation. Chan sits next to you now, spooning you from the side where you lay across Felixâs body.Â
âAre you okay?â Chan speaks softly.Â
You scoff. âI just fucked the two people Iâve been in love with for years. You think Iâm not okay?âÂ
âLove. You love us?â Felix asks.Â
You laugh. You canât help it, because how the fuck do you keep on embarrasing yourself like this? Itâs as if they can read your mind, because before you can backtrack or word-vomit theyâre already speaking.Â
âI donât know if I made this clear,â Chan starts. âBut my feelings for you, theyâre strong. I love you too. Itâs nothing to be ashamed of.âÂ
âSame here, love. Weâve wanted this for forever. If youâll let us have you, we want you to be ours.â He whispers a soft âI love youâ into your hair and you find yourself overcome with emotion.Â
The movie is still playing on the TV. It makes you laugh when you realize something.Â
âDid you both seriously invite me over for dinner just so you could seduce me?âÂ
âHey hey!â Chan laughs, tickling your side for a moment. âYouâre the one that begged for us to ruin you, babygirl. Did you get what you wanted?âÂ
âI donât know,â you say, pretending to be in thought. âIâm not feeling super ruined at the moment.âÂ
âThat can be arranged.âÂ
***
Last installment of the threesome series <3 Thank you everyone for reading. If you want to check out the other three chapters, you can find them in my masterlist.
Drunk!Felix + Putting his tongue to use (+ Drunk!Seungmin)
Drunk!Felix who keeps giggling at everything you say, sitting across from you on a red velvet couch between Seungmin and Minho. He's three drinks in and what looks like orange juice is actually one of the bottomless Mimosas from the free bar.
Drunk!Felix who can't help the way his eyes wander over your body in the tight red dress. He's a little jealous that you get to match with Hyunjin and Jisung instead of him - but the little white accents were pretty, too. The woman wearing the dress was far more gorgeous than the fabric by all means however.
Drunk!Felix who wants to put his hands all over your body. He's itching to get his hands off the lowball glass and onto your breasts instead, watching the way the supple skin jiggles every time you laugh at what someone says or when you lean down to grab your glass off the large square coffee table in between the three couches.
Drunk!Felix who watches as you get up to disappear behind the sheer white curtain draped along the canopy overhead, dazed and watching you go. He can barely make your figure out along the bar before Minho reaches to tap at his glass, asking how many he'd had.
Drunk!Felix who nearly chokes when you come back with a tray of drinks for everyone, bending down to place the tray on the table. You'd stepped aside with two glasses in hand, giving one to Seungmin while stepping past Felix to hand the other to Hyunjin.
Drunk!Felix who grabs onto your waist the moment you move back to slip by him again, pulling you into his lap. The drink you'd been holding splashes out of the lowball glass and you gasp, watching the wine red liquid splash over your neck and into your hair. A few of the guys laugh - most, actually - before pointing and gesturing to your soaked chest.
Drunk!Felix who takes the initiative and lets his tongue do all the work. He'll lick over your throat, lapping up the alcohol that makes you all the more intoxicating. He's messy, dripping spit with how he just hangs his mouth open and kisses over your skin.
Drunk!Felix who doesn't stop there, drooling all over your tits that nearly spill out of your dress. He's even tugging the neckline down a bit to get at more skin - more alcohol, he means.
Drunk!Felix who is leaning into you so heavily that you're tipping back, drink spilling onto the floor as you giggle and thread a hand in his hair. He hums, moving up to meet your mouth with his own and letting his tongue openly drag over yours.
Drunk!Seungmin sitting beside Felix who now has you draping against him, leaning over his broad shoulder and turning his body so you can rest on his chest. He lays your hair drape down the fabric of his blazer, resting his cheek against your head which moves with every kiss Felix yearns to give you.
Drunk!Seungmin who glances just in time to see Felix moving back down, licking up more of the spilled alcohol and sucking marks into your neck and chest. He listens to your soft whines, head tipping back on his shoulder.
Drunk!Seungmin who, while holding conversation with Minho and not taking his eyes away from the older on the other side of Felix, slips his index and middle fingers between your lips to hush you up so he can hear what Minho is saying in his drunken haze.
My new favorite Merlin AU is that Merlin finally confesses to Arthur about his magic, but Merlin is too flustered to think straight and thereâs some miscommunication.
What Merlin says: I have magic đ
What Merlin thinks he said: I am a powerful sorcerer and I use my magic every day to protect you and all of Camelot. We are two sides of the same coin, our destinies forever intertwined. Spare me and I will help you become the once and future king.
What Arthur hears: I know a few cantrips. Please donât kill me.
So Arthur eventually comes to terms with Merlin knowing some magic and things kinda go back to normal except Merlin starts using minor spells in front of Arthur to speed up chores.
But then while Arthur is working to legalize magic (because of course he would) and make reparations to magic users, he asks Merlin to accompany him to a meeting with the Druids. Arthur asks the Druids to nominate a court sorcerer and they just look at him confused like
Druids: why not ask the great sorcerer Emrys?
Arthur: ok where do I find him?
Druids: points to Merlin sitting 1 foot away
Arthur: why did you hide this vital information from me!?
Merlin: ⌠I did tell you, didnât I? Whoops
Bonus
Arthur: Gwen! Knights! Merlin is the most powerful sorcerer to ever live! Can you believe it?
Everyone ⌠yeah. We saw him shooting Lightning while riding a dragon just last week.
summary: Zoya has to face the reality of being a saint; all her loved ones will leave her and she'll end up stuck, unable to move on || warnings: mention of death, funerals, mournings || word count: 612 || masterlist
Time is a Grisha's worst nightmare. It is the ultimate enemy. Being Grisha is as much a gift as it is a curse. Her powers lost Zoya her family and her greatest friends. The one thing that Zoya couldn't fathom and couldn't bear the thought of, was that you would age and slowly fade. Her Grisha 'gifts' would lose her you as well...
You knew you would not live as long as Zoya, so long as she used her Grisha gifts. No mother, no father, no friends and eventually, no lover. You knew that when the time came, you would sell your soul for another minute. But your soul had long since faded its value. It had been corrupted, healed, broken and mended by too many people for too long.
For Zoya, you were the light in the darkness. You would always be that light. No matter what would happen next, you would all be destined to find each other in the next life. Your souls were entwined with each other.
Being a Saint could be exceptionally lonely.
âHello my love.â
Zoya looks down on you as youâre lying in your shared bed. It had been many years since Zoya was crowned, decades had passed. And now you had aged, as all otkazatâsya eventually did. To Zoya, you were still as beautiful as the day she married you but there was nothing she could do to prolong your life further.
âDushenâka.â Your voice is frail as you reach out to her.
You didnât want to leave Zoya alone in this world, but recognised that all things have to come to an end eventually and your time was ending soon. It was your hope that Zoya would move on after your death and grow past her love for you. That love would always stay, of course, but in time, space would grow for new love to blossom.
Zoya would step way from the throne one day, she couldnât do this forever. But she had to ensure safety and tranquility in her country before anything else. Part of her regretted her past actions, pushing you away to focus on work and spending late nights in her office instead of in your bed. The time you had shared would never be enough now.
The sun slowly rose over the horizon, dew still sticking to blades of grass as she walked. The entirety of the Little Palace was decked in black, mourning the loss of the Royal Consort. Zoyaâs face remained the picture of royal composure. Inside, her soul was shattering, piercing every part of her body and filling her mind with pain.
Your funeral was suited for a royal, but simple enough to convey who you were. You always valued the people of Ravka and were dedicated to helping them, the same way Zoya was. Zoya led the procession, walking beside you, ignoring the protocol that she should walk behind. You had stood beside her every day of your life, she would be damned if she couldnât stand by you in death now.
The people of Ravka lined the streets, wishing to pay their respects to someone who had done so much for them. Finally, Zoya let the tears fall, not caring as people saw. Her head was held high, eyes fixed forward as she walked you to your final resting place.
She let her mind wander back to the days in the gardens you adored, the early sunrises, the late games of cards, the drunk nights and the mornings after. She let her mind wander all the way back to you.
Everybody moved on, I stayed there, dust collected on my pined up hair.
let's change it up a bit! I hope you guys likes it. lmk if you want to be added to the taglist || btw dushen'ka roughly translates to 'my soul'
sharing a bed series part 7/8. because itâs the cheesiest most classic trope and itâs FUN.
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pairing: kim seungmin/reader
content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. sassy bad girl reader, sassy good boy seungmin. handcuffed together trope. sex toys, blow jobs, strap-on blow jobs, handjobs, dick piercings, fake sex. lots of bickering, lots of moaning, lots of evil smirking hehe.
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It takes about ten minutes to get through the doorway because neither you or Seungmin will concede ground. With your right hand handcuffed to his left hand, your shoulder-to-shoulder breadth is too big for the doorframe.Â
After some arguing, you face each other. You are glaring the entire time but you manage to force your way into the bedroom.Â
You canât change clothes with the handcuffs so you head straight for the bed where you proceed to stumble around clumsily. With some cussing and your failed attempt to put him in a headlock, you and Seungmin manage to get in bed.Â
You lay on your backs with your handcuffed hands between you.
There is a minute of silence.  Everyone else went to bed hours ago so the vacation house is silent.  Itâs just you and the most annoying man on earth, forcibly handcuffed together, stuck in the same bed.  Â
âMy life is a joke,â you say.Â
âYeah,â Seungmin says. âYour life is a joke. Ow!â
He slaps your hand when you pinch his thigh and you smack his chin only for him to chomp at your fingers. You both roll your eyes and look away from each other for all of ten seconds, then you glare at him and he gives you a judgemental stare.Â
âHow are you going to sleep like that?â he asks.Â
You raise your joined hands, the chain jingling. Â
âWow, Seungmin, whatever do you mean?â you say dryly.   Â
âWow, Seungmin, meh-meh-beh-beh,â he mocks your tone then uses his free hand to smack your arm. It makes a crinkling sound when it collides with the leather jacket you canât remove. âIâm talking about the skinned cow on the cow.â
âFunny.â
âThe skinned cow is the leather jacket.â
âI know that.â
âAnd youâre the other cow.â
âI got it, Seungmin.â
âJust checking,â he says with that blithe, shit-eating grin of his. âYouâre just not very smart so I wanted to be nice and check.â Â Â
This fucking guy. Â
Kim Seungmin is the mouthiest smartass you have ever met. A friend of your friends, the acquaintanceship has been forced on you for the sake of the overall friend group.  You two are like oil and water, completely incompatible in every way. You are the denim-and-leather bad girl and he is the blazer-and-tie good boy. Equally sassy, but astronomically apart in lifestyle.  You clashed from your first introduction.Â
You can usually manage an hour or two of civility, especially if you stay out of each otherâs way, but this vacation has pushed that strained dynamic to its breaking point.Â
Changbinâs family owns a vacation house near a ski resort so your whole friend group is spending the winter holidays at the luxury cabin. This means you and Seungmin have been forced to interact for much longer than a few hours.Â
You expected some annoyance but Seungmin is an even bigger brat than you remembered. You have already spent three days at each otherâs throats. Tonight you went to a party at the resort and the few hours away from him did wonders, but it only took one stupid remark for you start fighting all over again.Â
You didnât even have time to remove your boots or jacket. With Seungmin, it was on sight.Â
Fed-up, Minho leapt off the couch and disappeared into his bedroom. The others were just groaning or slouched in their seats, shaking their heads at you and Seungmin.  You couldnât stop if you wanted to, every dry remark needing a comeback, every insult escalating.Â
Then Minho returned. He yanked Seungmin out of his seat and practically threw him at you.  You should have let his stupid face hit the ground but your reflexes kicked in and you caught him in his flail. There were a few seconds of confusion before Minho clasped the handcuffs around you.  The whole room went silent, you and Seungmin staring at the cuffs then looking at Minho.Â
Minho dangled the keys in your face. Â
âI will let you out of the handcuffs,â he spoke as if speaking to particularly stupid children, âwhen you overcome your differences and decide to stop ruining the holiday.â
You and Seungmin both sputtered in protest, but neither of you were brave enough to physically fight Minho for the keys. That kitty has claws, mean ones. Not even you mess with Lee Minho.Â
Now you and Seungmin are stuck sharing a bed. You are still fully dressed, in jeans, shirt, and leather jacket, whereas he was already dressed down in pyjama pants and a t-shirt. All he has to do is remove his glasses and heâs fine to sleep.Â
You, however, are dressed for a whole different kind of evening.
âTrust me,â you say with an aggrieved sigh, âthe jacket is not the most uncomfortable thing Iâm wearing.â
He pinches his glasses at the stem, wiggling them up-and-down like it will help him see better.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he asks. âWait, youâre a freak, right? Is it something kinky?â
He asks it mockingly but you smile and turn your face to him, lifting an eyebrow. You get some satisfaction from the way his face contorts with realization.
âWait, really?â he asks. âWhat the hell. Why? What is it?â
âYou sound curious.âÂ
You really canât help but tease him, anticipating he will snap back with equal verve. You are surprised when his remark gets tangled on his tongue, his mouth open with no reply. The tips of his ears are faintly red.Â
âOh, you are curious,â you say.
âGross, no way.â He comes back to himself and scrunches his whole face with revulsion. âKeep it to yourself. Pervert.â
âProudly.â
âWow.â
You feel satisfied with the silence that follows, feeling like you finally won a conversation and sent him into a mute stupor. But then he looks at you and you brace yourself for the incoming wave of irritation.Â
âItâs not gonna suddenly go off or something, is it?â he asks. âI donât want to wake up to you thrashing around like a fish on a boat deck.â
âItâs a hard packer. You know, a strap-on for wearing out? A ready-to-go, signed-sealed-and-delivered dick?â  You list everything with the same pleasant smile. âBig one too.âÂ
His face is perpetually frozen in a state of prepared ridicule so he still looks marginally judgemental, but more confused than repulsed.Â
âRight now?â he says. His eyes drift down to your jeans. âYou wore⌠you wore it out?â
âBrave new world, Seungminnie,â you say, the nickname making his eye twitch despite the sarcasm in it.Â
âYouâre lying,â he says. He doesnât wait for you to argue; he reaches with his cuffed hand to feel for extra weight between your legs. It drags your own hand along with it, too surprised to react fast enough to stop him. He finds what he was looking for, his brow furrowing when he closes his fist over the hard bulge under your fly.  âWhoa, wait, seriously?âÂ
âDude!â You pry his hand off, though he doesnât go without a fight, patting it like itâs puppy. âWhat the hell, man. You canât just grab someoneâs dick like that.â
âWhy not? Itâs not real.â
âIt is in a way! I can still feel it!â
âYou can?â He pokes it.  Â
âYes.â You swat him away.  âDepending on position.â   Â
âAnd you wore it to the party?â he says, then whistles low and shakes his head. âWow. You have a high opinion of yourself. Thought you were gonna get lucky?âÂ
âI did very well for myself, thanks.â
He holds up your cuffed hands with a sarcastic look of his own.Â
âNot that well,â he says. âOr you wouldnât be here.âÂ
âI donât tend to stay the night,â you say.Â
âLove âem and leave âem,â he says. âI should have known.â He sighs as if disappointed in you.Â
You barely register his retort, your brain jumping ahead a few paces. Â
Walking around with ready-to-play silicone in your pants does have a tendency to leave you teetering on the side of horny, so maybe thatâs why your brain is incapable of supplying another type of plan, but a plan begins to form nonetheless.
âI have an idea,â you say.Â
âBreaking your wrist so you can slide out of the handcuffs?â
âKim Seungmin, Iâll let you know that while I might have one hand out of commission, I am still capable of shoving your slipper in your mouth.âÂ
âKim Seungmin, meh-meh-meh, beh-beh-beh.â
âWhy do I even bother?â You sigh. âDo you wanna get out of these handcuffs or not?â
âFine.â He fiddles with his glasses and glares at you. âIâm going to regret asking this, but whatâs your idea?â
You sit up and nod your head towards the wall behind the headboard.Â
âMinhoâs room is on the other side of this wall, isnât it?â you ask. Â
âYes,â he replies, warily. âWhy?â
âLetâs pretend to have noisy sex.â
âWhat!â He sits upright too, the cuffs jingling again.
âWe can bang the headboard against the wall,â you add.
âWhat the hell is that supposed to accomplish, you idiot?â
âTwo things,â you say. âOne: that we have clearly resolved our differences through the release of sexual tension. And two: if we are exceptionally noisy about it, it will piss him off enough to want to separate us again.âÂ
âThat is a terrible plan,â he says, which is not a rejection. âBesides thereâs no sexual tension between us. Thereâs no way heâd believe it.â
âWell then,â you say, leaning closer to his face, âyou better put on a believable performance to make up for it, hm?âÂ
You expected him to lean back but he didnât move, so you find yourself nose-to-nose and locked in a staring contest. It is so quiet that you can hear every intake of breath.  His gaze goes from your eyes to your lap and back again, jaw clenching.
âFine,â he says. âIâm only willing to try because Iâd rather chew off my hand than spend the night with youââ
âI mean, you can try that too,â you say.Â
âShut up.â He grabs the collar of your jacket and jerks you around. âJust get down.â
âUh, get down?â You push when you realize he is trying to wrestle you onto your back. You lift your joined hands off the bed so he loses his balance. âYou get down. Iâm on top.â
âCan you relax?â he says, scrambling back upright. âWeâre not actually having sex, you uptight weirdo.â  Â
âYeah, but do you think those skinny arms can push this headboard against the wall?â
âI think these skinny arms can push you off the bed.âÂ
âI think those skinny arms will find themselves following.âÂ
You tussle for a good minute, pushing at each otherâs faces and tugging each otherâs shirts. Your physical strength overpowers his but he isnât hindered by a stupid leather jacket.  Already a bit sweaty and exhausted, you surrender with an aggravated huff.Â
âFine, try it then,â you say, flopping on your back. You stubbornly cross your arms, trapping his cuffed hand in your arm.Â
âLet me go,â he says, trying to wrest his arm back.Â
âIâm not doing anything. Ahh, stop that!â
He tires to lick you. Tongue out, he dives at your head. He only stops when you snatch his glasses off his face, at which point he climbs on top of you to try and grab them back.Â
âStop it. This is so immature,â he says, stretching to reach your own outstretched arm.
âImmature?â you ask, aghast. âYou were trying to lick me!â
âThat was different.â
âHow?â Â
âBecause you suck,â he says.Â
He manages to get his glasses back. He sticks out his tongue as he puts them on his face.Â
You tussle a little more, shuffling around and swiping at each other. Eventually you get to the middle of the bed with him still straddling your hips. Your cuffed arm lifts when he grips the headboard with both hands. He strains for one pitiful push. His hair bounces but the headboard barely hits the wall.Â
You lift an eyebrow.Â
âShut up,â he says.
âI didnât say anything,â you reply.
âI can hear your ugly face.â
âThatâs a you problem.â
He ignores you and braces himself to push on the headboard again. All the beds are extravagantly woodworked pieces, the headboards dense and heavy. Despite the proximity to the wall, you are not surprised it takes effort to actually make the bed bounce. Â
Seungmin, to his credit, does not give up easily. He braces his shoulders, but this time when he pushes he rocks with his whole body. Â
Unfortunately, this does drag almost all his weight against the toy in your pants.  You are wearing the kind of underwear designed to support a toy, the base of it separated from your clit by only a strip of fabric. When he rocks against you, it grinds there, and your hands instinctively fly to grab his hips.
It knocks him a bit off balance because your cuffed hand drags his down too. He puts that hand over yours, cupped around his hip, and glares down at you.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â he asks.Â
You let go of his hips immediately.Â
âNothing,â you say.
He looks at you with a scrutinizing eye, then looks down, then up again.  You hold his gaze unflinchingly, at least until he rocks again and a little spark of heat goes off inside you.Â
âCan you feel that?â he asks. He asks it matter-of-factly, peering down at you from behind his big round glasses, sitting comfortably in his stupid pyjamas.Â
âYes,â you speak in as steady a voice as you can, because you will not show weakness first.  âThere are only a couple positions where I can feel it strongly. This⌠is⌠one of them.âÂ
âWow,â he says. He looks genuinely reflective for a minute, then he grins one of his evil grins. âSo⌠you can feel when I do this?â He puts his free hand on the middle of your chest and leans forward so he grinds against you at a different angle, his own bulge pushing against yours.Â
âOhmyffââ You grab his hips again, freezing him while he snickers above you. âDude.âÂ
âJust checking,â he says. He grabs the headboard and pushes again. The thud is a soft one.Â
You clench your jaw, annoyed and wound up. You grab his waist and roll over in one fluid motion, knocking some wind out of him when you thump him on his back.  His thighs clench instinctively to hold onto your hips, his legs still around your waist when you grab the headboard and shove it several times in a row. Â
His cuffed arm is above his head, hand dangling under your grip on the headboard. His glasses are askew from the flip, his legs still open around yours. He stares at you, however crookedly through the tilted glasses. Your breathing is heavy in the quiet room. He swallows.
You break the silence with a pointed, âWell?â
âWell, what?â he asks just as roughly.Â
âMoan or yell or something. Whatever you normally do in bed.â
âIâm normally quiet.â
âI find that hard to believe,â you say dryly. âSince that mouth never stops.â Â
âWhy donât you moan?âÂ
âBecause Iâm in charge of bed pushing.â To make your point, you rock the bed some more, pushing slightly against him with the motion. The headboard hits the wall for a few rhythmic thumps.Â
He fixes his glasses with his free hand, still frowning at you.  That hand freezes on his glasses when you shrug your coat off your free arm, too hot to keep wearing it. It will only get caught on the handcuffs if you push it down the other arm so you leave it hanging off your shoulder. You put your hand back on the headboard, muscles flexing with the next shove.  His eyes go to your arm.Â
âWell?â you say. Â
He looks at you. Itâs a cold, unfeeling stare, followed by an annoyed puff of a breath.Â
Then he makes a sound, a small, rough moan in the back of his throat.  You are certain only you can hear it.  He looks right at you while doing it, legs still accommodating your shape, on his back with an open mouth while glaring at you despite the noises.
It is, in a word, hot. Hot as fucking hell. Oh god. You are not getting turned on by Kim Seungmin. Absolutely not.Â
He moans again, closing his eyes and shifting with the next push, as if he can really feel it.  He cants his hips and falls back again. He moans one more time.
Ah, you think. Fuck.Â
You stop shoving the bed for a second, breathless and not from exertion.Â
You clear your throat. Seungmin is still staring at you. You stare back, then your gaze drifts. The leather jacket starts to slip down your shoulder so you tug it back up. You gulp.Â
âYouâre hard,â you say, a very basic observation. His soft pyjama pants leave little to the imagination.
He drops his legs from around your waist, but you are between his thighs so he canât quite close them. He plants his feet on the bed and glares up at you.Â
âSo are you,â he says.
âMineâs not real,â you say. Â
âOhh, so now itâs not real?â He rolls his eyes. âSorry, I canât keep up with Schrodingerâs dick.âÂ
âYou know what I mean, smartass.â Â
âIf anything yours is more real,â he says. âYour dick is more deliberate than mine. I canât control my hard-on but you put one there on purpose.âÂ
That logic is a weirdly difficult to argue. You try to think of a witty comeback but your brain is more than a little fried.Â
âSo,â is all you say, at a loss.Â
He stares up at you for another second, then pushes himself upright. You let his cuffed hand lead yours, at least until you realize he is bringing his hands to the button of your jeans. You seize his cuffed hand and tug it away.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â you ask.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â he asks contemptuously. He even snarls.Â
Despite the viciousness, he dives in without waiting for an answer. He uses his free hand as a guide, but otherwise he leans forward and clamps his teeth around the button. He works it open quickly, then takes the zipper in his mouth and yanks it down.Â
You let go of his hand, surprised. He uses both hands to fish the toy out of your pants.Â
He balks at it.Â
âYou walked around with this all night?â he asks, looking up at you.Â
Fuck. It is literally right by his face. It looks obscene. Your figures twitch with the urge to cup his chin.Â
âYes,â you answer in a low voice. âItâs my preferred method of, uh, action.â
âAction,â he repeats, smiling like the word is a hilarious punchline. He even cackles a little. âAction,â he repeats. âNot âmaking love?ââ His tone is drole.Â
âNot really the making love type,â you say.Â
âWow,â he says. His eyes flick to your toy dick, just millimeters from his face. He pushes his glasses up his nose. He glances up at you with that evil smile.  âSame,â he says.Â
Then suddenly he has his mouth wrapped around the end of it, looking up at you as he sucks on it.Â
For a second, you think you have gone completely insane, because you swear you can feel it. Your clit and pussy and every other body part rears to life with sudden, unbidden arousal.Â
âJesus fuckingââ you start.
He pops off your dick with a wet sound.  He licks his lips.Â
âHmm,â he says, eying it thoughtfully. âTastes funny.  Could you feel that?â
âKinda,â you squeak. âIn a way.â
âGot it.âÂ
Is this even turning him on? His dick is filling out his pyjama pants so you think so, but he is also approaching the entire thing like it can be hacked through a scientific algorithm.  He studies the toy with a lot of scrutiny, as if he is calculating the mechanics of it.Â
âYou donât have toââ you start, but then suddenly his mouth is back on the end of it, his free hand is in the middle of it, and he is pushing it back against you, clearly having figured out you can feel the part against your clit. He grinds it there, up and down, bobbing his head and staring up at you.Â
It is usually fairly difficult to reach orgasm this way but he takes you the edge in an almost terrifying speed run, then abruptly stops. He takes in a deep breath, a huge wad of spit connecting his lips to the end of the toy.
âDid that do something?â he asks, wiping his mouth.Â
Your jacket slips down your arm and catches on the handcuffs. You stare at him.
âUhhhâŚâ you say, voice guttural. âYes.âÂ
He grins, looking immensely satisfied with himself.Â
âThat wasnât so hard,â he says. âI thought it would be more complicated. Iâm guessing gravity works in your favour when someone sits on it?âÂ
Yes, that is your brain spilling out of your ear in a big, mushy goop.Â
âUh, yeah,â you say. âYeah.â What the fuck else are you supposed to say?Â
He suddenly narrows his eyes at you, his regard suspicious even while he starts jerking the toy with his free hand.��
âHow do I know youâre not lying?âÂ
You show him the only way that makes sense, leading his cuffed hand to your pants and nudging the toy aside so he can slip his fingers past it. Â He freezes completely when he feels how turned on you are, looking up at you as he returns his now wet fingers to himself.Â
âOh,â he says. He looks at his fingertips. âI see.âÂ
Then he grins at you and puts his fingers in his mouth.Â
âRight,â you say. âGot it.âÂ
You grab him and put him on his back again, reaching immediately for his waistband. You have barely grasped the material when you are suddenly shoved back, his foot planted squarely in the middle of your chest.Â
âSlippers first,â he says. Â
He is just being difficult. You know that, but you indulge the little brat anyway, glaring at him while removing his stupid slipper. You toss it behind you and he switches feet, shoving his other one in the same spot. He smiles at you, leaning back on his elbows at tapping his slippered toes against your heart.  You shake your head but remove that one too. Before he can try any more funny business, you grab him under the knee and push his knees back to his chest. His glasses slip a little again. His cuffed hand canât leave yours, hooked under his knee, so his free hand awkwardly reaches up to fix them.Â
âCareful,â he says, like youâve been the unreasonable one in any way, shape, or form.Â
âIâll try,â you say dryly, then reach for his waistband.Â
You get the material barely shuffled past his hips when your jaw falls open.Â
âHold on,â you say, fingers reaching for his twitching dick.  âNo way. No way.âÂ
Kim Seungmin. Blazer-and-tie good boy. Pristine socialite.  Arrogant snob.  High society darling.  Spoiled brat. Good boy. Good boy.  Good boy.Â
He has a classically beautiful piercing on the head of his dick.Â
He opens his mouth to speak, his expression revealing it is about to be some mouthy retort, but it turns into a gasp when you run your thumb up and over, teasing at it, gathering a not-inconsiderable amount of precum and stroking the whole length of him.Â
âArenât you pretty,â you say, circling the most sensitive cluster of nerves with your thumb.  It makes his thighs twitch and his shoulders shake.Â
âS-surprised?â he asks.Â
âHonestly, yeah,â you admit.Â
He looks very satisfied with that, grinning at you. That evil smile drives you crazy so you flash a grin of your own then dive down.Â
His fake moans were pretty close to his real ones, but his real ones are louder as you expected. He has to bite his fist to keep the sound down. You rise, wiping at your mouth and glaring at him.Â
âLouder,â you say. âRemember?â
âOh, right.â He drops his hand. âYour stupid plan. Okay. Continue.â He waves you onward like a prince, thumping his head back on the pillows.Â
He is so annoying. He really does have a pretty dick, though. Drawing real moans out of him is more fun than arguing over fake ones, and he makes some exceptionally lovely sounds when you put your mouth on him. He starts gasping when he gets close, his face scrunching up, but he grabs your head and stops before he gets there fully.Â
You look at him with a questioning eyebrow lift but move when he nudges you. He gets on his knees so you are kneeling in front of each other, then he guides your hand back to his dick at the same time he curls his fingers around the base of your toy. Â
Your eyes are heavy-lidded and your mouths are close together but not touching. It feels like another contest, to see who will give in and kiss the other person first, even while your hands are way past that stage.Â
Fuck it, you think when he gets a bit whiny, breathing hard against your lips. You clasp your free hand around his neck and drag him close for a kiss. It makes him come, his back locking and mouth opening under yours. He wouldnât be Seungmin if he didnât try and turn a kiss into a fight, licking at you with messy intensity. The rapid back-and-forth of his tongue coupled with his skilled hand takes you over the edge too.Â
You get a bit euphorically giggly when you come, smiling against his mouth.Â
Seungmin turns unexpectedly clingy, putting his free arm around your neck and burying his face in your shoulder. He holds so tightly that you fall, flopping onto the bed with him still nestled against you. Â
You lay there for a bit, him still hiding, your heavy breathing slowing to a more normal cadence. Eventually he lifts his head and exhales. He adjusts his crooked glasses then grins.Â
âI won,â he says.
âYou canât win at sex,â you reply.
âYes you can, and I just did. Donât be a sore loser.â
âOh my god.âÂ
Your exchange passes with far less animosity than usual. You still side-eye each other while dealing with your respective dicks. Itâs a little easier for him to pull up his pants one-handed than it is for you to wrestle a toy out of an O-ring, but you do succeed. You let it roll off the edge of the bed, watching and listening as it thumps onto the floor.Â
You look over Seungmin who was watching too. When you make eye contact, you both start laughing. It turns the whole scene into an unusually affectionate one. Figuring you might as well commit, you hold his cuffed hand in your own. He rolls closer, eying you with those perpetually mischievous eyes.
Then suddenly the bedroom door flies open. It smashes into the wall, startling both of you.Â
Minho walks up to the bed and chucks the keys at you, glares, then turns and leaves the room. He slams the door shut behind him.Â
You and Seungmin look at each other then down at the keys.Â
âTold you,â you say.Â
âDonât rub it in.â
âDonât be a sore loser.â
He licks your cheek unprompted, then unlocks the cuffs while you complain and wipe your face. It has you so distracted that you are a second too late realizing he has another dastardly plan in mind.Â
Your wrist is still cuffed. He takes the now empty half and clasps it around one of the intricate loops in the headboard.  You tug on it then look at him.Â
âKim Seungmin,â you say.Â
âKim Seungmin,â he repeats in that mocking voice, grinning as he climbs up over you.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â you ask, trying not to smile at his wicked grin as he starts kissing under your chin and down your chest.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â he asks. âIâm winning.â
You decide not to argue for once.  It goes without saying you both won this round.Â
sharing a bed series part 5/8. because itâs the cheesiest most classic trope and itâs FUN.
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pairing: han jisung/reader
content info: dom!reader. sub!jisung. sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. past misunderstandings, grudges, bickering. femdom feat: face slapping, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, riding, denial-n-cumming-anyway, kneeling, more pussy eating. this one is a little longer. teehee :)
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âHey, I hope you had a good flightâŚâ
Chanâs voice message crackles through your phone speaker but you can barely hear him over the bustling airport. You wait until you are outside in the pick-up zone to try listening again. It is marginally quieter out here, cars coming and going, light snowfall brightening the winter night. With your luggage at your feet, you replay his voice mail.Â
âHey, I hope you had a good flight. Something came up at work and Iâm not gonna be able to pick you up. Iâm really sorry âbout it, mate. Jisung is on his way to get you. I know, I know, but heâll get you home, yeah? If youâre still mad tomorrow, Iâll take you to lunch and you can kill me there. Buh-byyeeeee!â Â
Oh, that son of a bitch.Â
The message ends just as a pair of headlights flash over you. You can see through the front window but despite the direct eye contact Jisung still feels the need the honk the horn not once, not twice, but three times.Â
You stand there with your arms hanging helplessly at your sides. Snow falls on your head and a frown darkens your whole face. Jisung just smiles and waves like an idiot, honking the horn again.Â
I am going to kill Chan, you think to yourself.Â
Jisung loves putting you in situations where you are the unrepentant supervillain of his life, so ignoring him and getting in a cab would just play into his horrible little hands. He might look unassuming in his puffy coat and backwards cap, might look soft and friendly with his fair hair and plushy pink smile, might look innocent with his big brown eyes peering at you with cartoonishly saccharine enthusiasm, but in reality none of that is true.Â
Han Jisung is the worst.Â
Han Jisung is your nemesis.Â
Han Jisung honks the horn again.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming!â you shout. You roll your eyes and heft your luggage over your shoulder, stomping with an incredible degree of petulance for a woman of your age. You toss your bag in the trunk then slide into the passenger seat.Â
Jisung honks again.Â
âHello, hello, welcome to Flight H.A.N with Jisung airlines, this is your pilot speakingââ
You turn on the radio to shut him up. You are not in the mood for his shenanigans.Â
Jisung cringes with theatrical chagrin. Â
âYikes,â he says with a bubbly laugh. âTough crowd.â
âJust drive.â Â
âYes, mistress, right away, mistress, Jisung lives to serve his mistress, please donât hurt Jisung or leave him out in the cold tonightââ
You thunk your head against the headrest, glaring ahead as Jisung smoothly joins the traffic flow despite his nonsensical rambling.Â
You vaguely remember a time when Jisung was shy, back before he made it his life mission to send you hurtling into an annoyance-induced death. You also vaguely remember a time you liked him, him and his quietness, him and his quirky humour, him and his big, stupid, brown eyes.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid.Â
Jisung sings along with the radio so you flip the station to one with talking.  He strums his fingers on the steering wheel, lips pursed and eyebrows lifted. He casts you a few side glances that you pointedly ignore.  When you see him open his mouth, you hold up a finger.Â
âDo not even think about it,â you say. âWhatever you were about to say or do⌠Donât.â
He presses his lips together and makes an obnoxiously loud pop.
âKk,â he says. âThis should be a fun half hour.â
The airport is outside of the city, a half-hour drive to your downtown apartment. Usually. The weather has traffic horrifically backed up. Half an hour comes and goes and you are barely out of view of the airport.Â
âWe could play a game,â Jisung says, looking at you sideways. âI spy with my littleââ
âNope.â
âOkay, cool. Cool, cool, cool.â He nods, strumming the steering wheel again.Â
The radio blathers on, you barely listening. You scroll through your phone until there are zero notifications, then you scroll through your photo album just for something to look at. Jisung hums to himself and you try not to get annoyed all over again. You exploding at something so inconsequential would give him way too much satisfaction. Â
The snow comes down harder. It pulls your attention from your phone to the blustery world outside. Everything is a harsh grey, the dark night foggily illuminated by the white snow. Even Jisung is concentrating now, his brow furrowed as he stares through the front window.Â
âShit,â he says.Â
He changes stations to catch a road update. Your jaws drop in unison when the reporter mentions a thirteen hour delay on the main bridge into the city.Â
âThirteen fucking hours?â you say. It comes out wheezy. âItâs winter! Why are they always so surprised by the fucking snow! God! What the hell are we gonna do?â
âWeâre not going anywhere near the bridge, thatâs what weâre gonna do,â Jisung says, flipping the car into reverse and immediately changing course.Â
âHow else are we getting downtown?âÂ
He looks at you like youâre so stupid that he canât believe it, his eyebrows jumping up his face.Â
âUh, hello, welcome back to town, itâs snowing here,â Jisung says. âWeâre going downtown tomorrow when it wonât kill us or trap us in a carââ
âI want to go homeââ
âDo you want to spend thirteen hours in a car with me?â Jisung asks. âBecause thatâs what going home will involve right now, k?â
He sounds terse. You feel a little better when he acts short with you too, more justified in your own rudeness.Â
âFine,â you say. âWhat are we doing then?â Â
A ten minute trip turns into an hour long drive with traffic delays, but eventually you are rolling into the snow-covered parking lot of the only motel with a vacancy sign. You and Jisung do not speak, stepping out of the car and crunching along the snow in silence. The motel parking lot is washed a golden colour, the yellow balcony lights beaming over the white snow.  It holds the promise of warmth.  You hurry inside.Â
You shake yourself off in the tiny entryway while Jisung dings the desk bell. Someone appears to check you in.Â
âYouâre a lucky couple,â she says. âLots of folks have stopped because of the weather. We have exactly one room left available. Itâs a nice cozy double bed. Sounds good?â Â
âUmmmâŚâ You join Jisung at the desk, a million frantic thoughts running through your brain. âHold on, weâre notââ
âDid you hear that, baby?â Jisung says with exaggerated fondness, because he canât help but taunt you. âWeâre a lucky couple. Isnât that just our luck the only room available has one bed?âÂ
You step on his foot deliberately and he yelps.Â
âIs there really no other option?â you ask the attendant with some degree of desperation.Â
âNo, sorry.â She gives you a funny look but shakes her head. âI doubt youâll have better luck finding a room anywhere else tonight. You can have this one or enjoy a car nap.âÂ
âMy beautiful wife and I are happy with a double,â Jisung says, already holding out his credit card. âRight, baby?âÂ
You smack his ass, hard and swift. His eyes widen.  You smirk.
âRight, baby,â you say with a snarl.Â
-
Tonightâs only saving grace is the hot water; you enjoy a long shower before changing into sleep shorts and a camisole.  You join Jisung in the room, finding him sprawled on the double bed with air pods in his ears. He tossed his hat somewhere and is laying there in jeans and a t-shirt â remarkable, as you thought he might strip to his underwear just to be annoying. But no, he lays there peacefully. His fair hair is darker at the root, neatly framing his unfortunately handsome face. He has one arm flexed under his head, the muscle more pronounced than you remember it being. His eyes are closed as he nods along to the music.Â
You grab a pillow and thwack him in the gut. It startles him to attention, a strangled sound leaving his throat.Â
âYou stay on that side of the bed and you do not move, got it?â you say.Â
He sticks his tongue out at you. Â
âVery mature,â you say.Â
You lay down with your back to him. After twenty minutes, he still has his bedside light on so you snap at him. He whines like a little baby but turns it off, leaving just his phone beaming at his face. You can hear his music but say nothing.Â
You canât sleep. You want to roll over but you absolutely refuse to face him.Â
His phone screen finally goes dark after god knows how long and he puts it aside. There is a long stretch of silence in the dark. You swear you have never been so uncomfortable laying on this side in all your life. Knowing you will not be able to sleep without turning at least once, you decide to roll over. You figure Jisung laid down with his back to you anyway.
He didnât. He is staring right at you, his big eyes making him look like a pathetic little lemur gawping at a human in the dark.Â
âWhy donât you like me?â Jisung says.
âOh no,â you say, immediately rolling onto your back. âAbsolutely not. We are not having a heart to heart.â
âOh come oooon, please,â he whines. âThis is the time and placeââ
âIt really isnâtââ
âItâs a classic story, a boy, and a girlââ
âI donât like storiesââ
âForced to share a bed and share their secret feelingsââ
âThose feelings are disgust, hatred, and revulsionââ
âOpening their hearts andâwhoa, wait, what? Hatred? You hate me?â Jisung pushes himself up on one elbow, staring down at you with a completely horrified look on his face.Â
You try to ignore him and his stupid expressions, glaring at the ceiling as if it can do anything to save you.  Your heart is beating fast but it doesnât feel good. The pounding is coupled with a nauseous turn in your gut.
It is open knowledge that you do not like Han Jisung one bit, but you seldom vocalize it so explicitly. Certainly not to his face. Certainly not beside him in bed.Â
âThat canât possibly surprise you,â you say.
âWell, it does actually!â Jisung says. âI knew you didnât like me but hate me? How could you hate me? Iâm delightful.âÂ
Even now, the clown is trying to joke. Because thatâs all it is to him, isnât it? Everything is just a joke all the time. Everything and everyone is a punchline waiting to happen. But you arenât laughing. Your hands close into fists and you dig your nails into your palms to keep your frustration in check. Your neck feels hot and your stomach is still turning. You feel embarrassed about things you havenât even said yet. Your tongue feels swollen somehow, your throat lined thickly. It takes several deep breaths before you can speak.
âWell,â you say bitterly, âI guess I just canât help being a massive bitch. The worst youâve ever met, right?âÂ
There is a beat of silence, then Jisung flips on the bedside light.
You slap your fists down on the bedcovers and glare at him.
âTurn off the light,â you say.Â
âNo way, you were just talking in a voice. What did you mean? Why do you--â
âJisung, I swear to god, if you donât turn off that lightââ
âLook, can we justââ
You shove the covers down and climb on top of him without thinking, trying to reach the light yourself. He grabs you by the arms and pushes you back. You end up tussling ungracefully, you wriggling around like a worm and Jisung clearly in control but just as clearly trying to go easy on you.  It puts you at an impasse. With an angry huff, you push away from him.
âIf I said somethingââ he starts.Â
You laugh, a joyless cackle.Â
âIf,â you repeat. âYouâve said a lot of somethings over the years, Jisung.âÂ
âIâI didnât mean it if IâI donât even know what Iââ
You look at him. He seems to be genuinely confounded and more than a little miserable, his eyes darting around as he racks his brain, his brow furrowed with obvious upset. His hand is frozen on his head, a clump of hair feathering through his fingers.Â
He meets your gaze and you roll your eyes. You feel hot and uncomfortable again, the source of your nausea climbing up and up and up until it is clawing its way past your lips andâ
âThe day we met,â you say, finally, after years of stamping down the humiliating memory, âyou said I was a massive bitch, the worst you had ever met. And itââ
You are not sad. You refuse to be sad. This pain is years old now and it does not hurt you anymore. But you are angry â  with him, with yourself, with this whole shitty circumstance, and the angrier you get, the more tears stab at your eyes.Â
You swallow down a lump in your throat and take a steadying breath. You stare at the wall because his attentive, earnest gaze is too much to bear.Â
âI know Iâm a little awkward when I first meet people,â you say. âIâm shy and weird and sometimes⌠sometimes people think Iâm a bitch when really Iâm just quiet. Chan introduced me to you because he said that you were kinda the same, and that we had lots in common, and he thought we would get along. And then we met andââ
âWe did,â Jisung says softly.
Your vision is blurry now. You sniff hard, wiping your arm under your nose.Â
âYes,â you say. âWe did. We got along amazing. We were quiet for a second and then it was like⌠like we were already friends. As if we always knew each other. Iâve never spoken like that to someone so quickly. Itâs like I just forgot to be shy.  I was so happy and thenââ
âI remember all this,â Jisung says, still sounding confused. âI donât get it. It was Changbinâs birthday, right? We were talking all night and it was great but then you just left without saying bye. Then the next time we met you already hated meââ
You finally look at him, hitting him with the full force of your emotional expression. He clearly was not expecting the tears because he literally jumps at the sight of you.Â
âI left after overhearing you talk about me in the kitchen to one of your stupid friends,â you snap. ââThat woman is without doubt a totally massive bitch. The worst Iâve ever met.�� And you were laughing. Just⌠just standing there laughing about it, about me. And I had no idea why. Why? What had I said or done? It was humiliating. And it hurt, and the reason it hurt so bad was because it came from you.â You jab him in the chest, trying to sound angry because your tears are falling now and it just makes you feel pathetic. âIt hurt, Jisung,â you say, âbecause it was you. From anyone else I wouldnât care. But you were the one person I expected to understand me. The one person who got what it was like. So to hear you saying those thingsâgod. I never wanted to see you again, but then you and Chan started your stupid projects together and I couldnât get away from you. And you just got more and more in my face no matter what I didââ
âOh my god.â Jisung slaps both hands to his head. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, as if he canât believe what he is hearing. âHold on,â he says, abruptly getting out of bed. âJust⌠just hold on.âÂ
He runs away. You sit there more confused than anything, your face wet, your breathing uneven. He is gone long enough for you to get angry again, glaring at him when he gets back in the bed.
âHere,â he says, giving you the tissue box he evidently retrieved from the bathroom. âJust⌠here.âÂ
He takes a tissue and awkwardly dabs at your cheek. You snatch it away from him, frowning.Â
âSorry, sorry,â he says. He gets off the bed again, hovering awkwardly at the side while you wipe your face clean.  He waits until you are composed, swaying where he stands, clasping and unclasping his hands. When you stop sniffling, he lets out a huge exhale. âOkay,â he says. âLook. Iâm sorry. Iâm⌠Iâm really, really fucking sorry. And I want to explain, I really do, but⌠but if I explain, I think itâs only gonna make you upset.â
You give him a very sarcastic look.
âIâm already upset, you stupid jerk,â you say. âJust spit it out so I can go to sleep.âÂ
âRight.â He runs his hand through his hair again. It falls softly down and flutters when he exhales. âGod. Okay. This is gonna sound so stupid. But, yeah, okay, I do remember saying that actually. I didnât know you heard me but⌠but thatâs not an excuse. I know. I shouldnât have said it at all. I totally do know that. But also⌠I said it, but I didnât. What I mean is, what you heard me saying, I was not actually saying.â
You stare at him for a long moment.Â
âWhat,â you say, âthe fuck?âÂ
He waves his hands around defensively.Â
âWhat I mean is,â he says, âand stay with me⌠but⌠I actually meant it as a compliment.âÂ
âA compliment,â you say. âA compliment? You called me a massive bitch as a compliment?â
âYes.âÂ
âDo you seriously expect me to believe that?â you shout, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.
His reflexes are fast. He ducks and the pillow sails over his head, whacking the blinds with a clatter. He looks there then looks at you, just in time for you to throw the tissue box. He dodges that too, ducking down again. The box hits the radiator and thunks to the ground.Â
âOkay, listenââ he says.
He is not fast enough when you chuck the second pillow.Â
âOkay, okay, I deserved that,â he says, holding the offending pillow up in surrender. He tentatively approaches the bed with it, eying you as he gently lays it back down.
You glare.
âI promise I can explain,â he says. âAnd youâre gonna love this explanation, because it is going to completely and totally humiliate me and you will have something to hold over my head for the rest of your life.â
âIâm listening,â you say. You feel embarrassed about crying so the least he can do is embarrass himself too.Â
âThank you,â he says. He gets back on the bed, kneeling and tipping his head back. It looks like heâs praying, gathering the strength to admit whatever he is about to admit.Â
You cross your arms. You are annoyed he is taking so long and also annoyed that you genuinely want to know. Han Jisung has no problem blurting every stupid thought that crosses his mind, at least when it comes to you, so you cannot begin to imagine what dark secret he canât bring himself to speak out loud.Â
You are halfway convinced he is trying to come up with a lie when he finally throws his arms out as if in supplication.Â
âIâm a fucking freak!â he says, with all the verve and jubilation of hallelujah. He closes his eyes and nods his head. âIâm a pervert and I think with my dick like ninety-eight per cent of the time. The other two per cent of the time I am honestly probably thinking with my prostate, though I havenât really worked that one out yet completelyââ
âWhat?â Your whole face screws tight with bewilderment. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âI love bitches. No wait.â He shakes his head. âThat came out wrong. Hold on. I love⌠well, yeah, no, bitches. Mean girls. Bullies. Catwoman.â
âCatwoman.â
âThat whip⌠t-cha.â
âJisungââ
âLook I was telling my friend about you because Minhoâs an even bigger freak than me. Heâs the only one who knows my secret andââ
âYour secret,â you say slowly. âThat you⌠like bitches?â
âThat I love bitches,â he says. âWhen I told him that you were the biggest bitch I ever met, it was because we both knew that what I meant was: holy shit dude, I just found my soulmate, sheâs the most amazing woman Iâve ever met, Iâm getting married tonight, and if she asked me to tattoo her face on my butt right now I would do it.âÂ
You hate that you laugh, but the comment is so unexpected that it sputters out of you.
Jisung smiles, releasing a pent-up breath of relief.Â
âYou were⌠are⌠funny, and smart, and yeah a bit quiet but you still donât let it stop you from defending yourself or someone else when something is wrong. Remember when you told off that creep at the party? The one who was bugging Felix? You donât take anyoneâs shit and then you just move on quietly like it was nothing. I was obsessed with you from the second we started talking. Then I was a stupid horny pervert and opened my big stupid mouth and now you hate me.âÂ
âIâm still not sure I really get it,â you say, admittedly flustered at his admission. You had no idea Jisung saw you that way. The woman heâs describing does sound pretty amazing, and he sounds sincerely infatuated.  When your heart starts skipping beats again, it feels different than before. âExplain,â you say.Â
He slaps his thighs in a motion of surrender.Â
âYup,â he says. âOkay. Fine. Cool. I like when women boss me around. I like when they are mean to me. I like when they hurt me and make me cry.  It⌠it gets my dick hard, okay? I love bitches. I LOVE BITCHESââ
You reach out to slap a hand over his mouth, remembering itâs a motel in the middle of the night.Â
Jisungâs shoulders jump and he laughs into your hand, clearly embarrassed as he remembers where he is. You laugh in spite of yourself, lowering your hand.Â
âOops,â he says.
âOops,â you reply.Â
Oops, you misunderstood your eavesdropping.Â
Oops, Jisung never hated you.Â
Oops, you find yourself staring into his eyes for way too long.Â
âSo just to clarify,â you say. âYouâre into, like, female domination stuff, and you called me a bitch as the highest form of compliment in your crazy brain, and then you spent the next two years being as annoying as possible becauseâŚâ
âI thought you were just, like, crazy edging me or something,â Jisung says, making you laugh helplessly into your hands. He laughs too, even while looking a little pained. âI did! I was like shit, sheâs so nasty, sheâs really taking me for a fucking ride. I would have kept doing this for the rest of our lives if this conversation didnât happen. I wouldâve been at your wedding like damn, sheâs really got me going this timeââ
âYouâre so stupid,â you say, pushing at his chest without any real animosity.Â
âI know, I really am,â he says. He draws an X over his chest. âBut cross my heart and hope to die, everything I have told you is the complete truth. Iâd tell you to slap me because you definitely deserve it but honestly, it would give me a boner and I donât think either of us wants that since weâre stuck in the same bed all night.âÂ
He says it jokingly, of course. But you can hear the twinge of flirtation and truth under his just kidding.Â
And maybe youâre still on an adrenaline kick. Maybe your emotions are right at the surface. Maybe you hated him so much because deep down you liked him, and you hated that you liked him because of a misunderstanding.Â
And maybe, just maybe, those big brown eyes have drawn you in from the second you first saw him.Â
âSlap you,â you say, as if in deep contemplation. âSlap you where? Your face?âÂ
This clearly catches him off guard. He opens his mouth and a garbled sound comes out. He thumps a fist on his chest.Â
âUh, yeah,â he says. âSure. Whatever, you know. You know.âÂ
âMhm.â You move so you are kneeling too, facing each other. You watch as he swallows hard, the gulp going down his throat. All the adrenaline you built up earlier is suffusing into the race of your bloodstream. Heat simmers below the surface of your skin. âAnd you like that? Getting slapped when youâve been bad?â
âOh my god,â he says. âAre you.. are we⌠is something happening right now? Oh my god. Hold on.â He says that but then all he does is stand up and sit back down again, rekneeling in the exact same position. âRight, okay,â he says. âSlap away.â
You snort, rolling your eyes but smiling. You lift your hand but he is staring at you so expectantly that it just feels weird, not sexy, and you laugh giddily with amusement.Â
âAww, come oooon,â he whines, but laughingly too. âDonât get shy. You were so good at it.â
âIâve had years of bitchy practice, I guess,â you say with a quirked eyebrow, making him grin. You shake your head. âI dunno. Just. Do something to earn a slap I guess. Itâs too weird to just smack you out of nowhere.âÂ
âDo something?â he asks. âUh, I dunno. As far as Iâm concerned, Iâve never done anything in my life to earn a slap. Iâm seriously the most charming and funny and perfect guy ever and IââÂ
Your slap him across the face. The sound startles you because it sounds harder than it felt, ringing out loud with only the faintest sting on your palm. Â
Jisung looks genuinely surprised. His head turned with the impact of the slap, his jaw falling open. He blinks himself back into focus and you are about to ask if heâs all right, then he looks at you in a way he has never looked at you before. The desire and desperation of his gaze moves right through you, gathering hot in every intimate place.Â
âDid you like that?â he asks, his voice a little gravelly as it drops low.Â
âI donât know,â you say softly. You reach out to touch his chin, a delicate touch that makes him shiver. You turn his face to look at the faint redness on his cheek. âCan I try again to be sure?â
He nods and swallows again.Â
You donât ask for build-up this time. You pull your hand back and bring it down sharply on his cheek.Â
This time it makes him whimper. It flushes you with heat.Â
âOh my god,â you say. âWhat else?âÂ
âUh, oh, fuck, um.â He touches his cheek and sucks in a breath. He pushes his hair only for it flop back in place. âUm,â he says. âChoking. F-fingers? Fingers in my mouth... Um, haha, I canât think. Bondage? Yeah. Erm, denial. Overstimulation. Puuussy⌠yes, um, pussy. On my face please. Uhh⌠Punishment. Pulling my hair⌠Oh, hello.âÂ
You take hold of his shoulders and push, guiding him to lay on his back. He is already panting when you straddle him, his eyes wide when you lean down.Â
âDo you still hate me?â he asks when you are millimetres away from his mouth.
You pretend to think about it.
âHm,â you say with obvious theatricality, stealing a page from his book. âYeah. I hate you so much. Youâre my worst enemy. Sorry, baby.â
âThatâs hot,â he says with a nervous little giggle. âYouâre hot. You know I thinkâmmmf.â
You interrupt whatever long-winded joke was incoming. He does not protest this interruption as it involves a kiss, a good kiss, a deep kiss, one that pushes his head into the plushness of his pillow, one that has him moaning into your mouth.  He lifts his hands to touch you, fingertips barely grazing your bare thighs when you seize his wrists. You shove them into the bed, pinned on either side of his head. He bucks under you, his mouth opening under your kiss. You bite at his bottom lip and drag your teeth, making his hips move even more.Â
You break away quickly and just as quickly slap him. It knocks a surprised breath out of him, his eyes a bit watery when he looks up at you.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, baby,â you say. âIâm just getting started.â
âOh my god.âÂ
You try not to smile but Jisung makes it hard. You feel flushed with excitement, hot with power and anticipation. You squeeze his hips between your thighs and push the hem of his shirt up and over his chest.  He whimpers again but doesnât move, his eyes closing when you hold down his wrists and duck your head.Â
âFuck, oh god,â he murmurs, a constant stream of mumbled expletives as your mouth runs over his chest, kissing and licking and biting, teasing him until he canât help but buck his hips for friction.  When you feel him fully hard in his jeans you lean back, smirk, then climb off him. âOh god, youâre too good at this,â he says, keeping his hands where you left them and gazing at you with wanting eyes.Â
You blow him a kiss and shimmy out of your shorts and underwear. Thoughtlessly he swings a hand down to touch himself, squeezing his dick through his jeans and groaning.Â
âDid I tell you that you couldââ you start, but he puts his hand back beside his head before you can finish.  His smile is far too innocent. âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â you say.Â
âAm I?â he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âShut up,â you reply, getting back on top of him. âI still hate you.âÂ
âOh god, yes,â he says. His hips buck into the air as you scoot over his chest.  âMore.âÂ
âI hate you,â you say, moving until your legs are on either side of his head. â I hate you so much, Han Jisung.  Iâm going to ruin you.âÂ
âFuck.âÂ
He already has his mouth open when you lower onto his face. You grip the headboard and rock yourself over his tongue, back and forth until he finds your rhythm and takes over.  What he lacks in precision he compensates with eagerness, licking at you without any care for the mess it makes of him, wet and sloppy and hot as his tongue moves inside you then up and down your pussy, circling your clit, sucking, flicking, back and forth, around and aroundâ
âOh my god,â you say, looking down at where you can see the top of his face, his eyes closed as he works, as he moans, as he squeezes your thighs in his hands and drags his tongue all over you.  You grip the headboard tight when you come, throwing your head back and grinding down against him.Â
You lift your hips off his face, hovering above him on shaky thighs.   You shuffle back and sit on his abdomen so you can see him, his eyes wide and wet mouth open as he pants. He licks his lips and murmurs please, please, please in a hoarse voice.Â
âPlease?â you repeat, a little out of breath as well.Â
You swirl your fingers over his bare chest and fiddle with the t-shirt still bunched under his chin. He moves his face wherever you push it, tipping his head back, tilting it to the side. He goes cross-eyed when your fingers dance in front of him, touching his lips. His mouth falls open and his eyes close when you slide two fingers inside his mouth. Â
âPlease what, Jisung?â you ask, slowly finger-fucking his mouth. âWhat do you want?â
He canât speak around your fingers so he just whines, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs.Â
âOh,â you say. Your giggle is filled with genuine delight, even while your voice is rough. âI see. You want to put your dick inside me, baby? Hmm? You wanna say youâre sorry and that youâll be good and let me ride you?âÂ
âGood, so good,â he says, drooling around your fingers when you slide them out.  He swallows hard, choking on nothing, then nods his head. âPlease, please.  Yes.âÂ
You lean down and kiss his wet mouth, a chaste peck. You rub the corner of his lips, smiling at his closed eyes and wrecked expression.Â
âOkay,â you say. âGet ready for me then.â Â
You have a string of condoms in your luggage, always tucked in the pocket in case of emergency. Emergencies like a snow storm trapping you in bed with your former worst enemy turned lover.Â
When you get back to him, Jisung is laying there completely naked, flushed and stroking himself as he watches you.  He lets you take his hand off his dick, holds you obediently when you guide his hands to your waist.  He kisses you when you lean down, a hot and heavy kiss as you straddle him again.  It ends when you push him flat and sit back, already grinning because you know you are about to short-circuit his brain.
âWanna see a trick?â you say, and proceed to put the condom on him with your mouth.  You laugh when you see his face after, his mouth hanging open as he blinks at you.Â
âYouâre gonna kill me,â he says, but laughs a little.Â
His head thunks back into the pillows when you guide him inside you.  You put your hands over his, holding them to your hips as you rock over him.  His chest lifts and falls and his eyes close as he concentrates on not rushing your pace. He keeps holding your waist firmly when you slide your hands over his chest.Â
âLook at me,â you say.Â
He blinks his eyes open. You smile.
âGood boy.âÂ
He makes a noise that sounds more pained than when you slapped him. It lights up inside you like fire and you move faster, take him deeper.  You get a bit dizzy with how good it feels, his dick curving up to drive against the softest, most sensitive part of you, sending you hurtling towards another orgasm. You rub yourself at the same time, looking down at him as he gasps and moans, as he holds your hips and fucks you back.Â
You bring your hand to his neck and gently circle it, rubbing yourself harder when he whines with chest-deep desperation.Â
âIâIâm gonnaâoh godââ he says, squeezing your hips so tightly that you think it might bruise. Â
It feels so good, his rough hands coupled with his dick hitting perfectly inside you. Your whole body draws taut for its crest. Â
âDonât,â you say, laughing a little, not even to be mean but because it feels so good that you feel giddy. You squeeze his throat and his hips get erratic under you. âNot yet,â you say. âMe first.â
âOh my god,â he says, looking up at you with frantic eyes. âIâI canâtâIâm gonnaââ
âJisung,â you say, squeezing his throat harder so he makes a choked-up sound that goes straight to your pussy. âAre you gonna be good or bad?âÂ
âIâmâIâmâoh god.â
You stop touching yourself because you know he doesnât stand a chance outlasting you. You ride him through his orgasm, choking him as he spasms and moans and cries out.  His head lifts for a second, his eyes closed and brows furrowed, then he flops back down with an exhausted heave. Â
His eyes open again, watery and huge.Â
âOh fuck,â he says, voice like gravel as you release his throat. A deep breath shudders out of him. âOh⌠fuck,â he says, dreamily, smiling, then pouting. âOh! Fuck!âÂ
You giggle at him managing to say the same thing in three different voices.Â
You slip your fingers into his hair and tug, yanking his head up. He follows with a gasp.Â
âI should hit you again for that,â you say.Â
You slide off him, carefully. He sucks in a ragged, tearful breath when you touch his dick to deal with the condom. After, you rub your palm on the oversensitive head of it, making him grab at you and cry out.  It squeezes a tear out of him and you kiss it away.Â
âCome on,â you say, grabbing him by the hair again. You get off the bed and drag him to follow. âIâm not done with you.âÂ
He is a little shaky and boneless from coming. His footing is unsteady from the moment he touches the ground, moving with thoughtless obedience. He thumps down heavily onto his knees. When he sways, you straighten him. He blinks up at you, on his knees, already nodding.Â
You put your leg over his shoulder and draw him in. For the second time, he gets you off with his mouth, his hands on your ass and his face buried in your pussy. You sink your fingers in his hair and let it wash over you, humming happily when you are finished.Â
You lower your leg off his shoulder. Jisung slumps backwards, leaning against the bed and breathing hard, his face and hair a mess.Â
âWow,â he says. He looks up at you. âThat was the hottest thing thatâs ever happened to me.âÂ
You laugh, feeling hot and flushed but satisfied. Â
âMe too,â you say, making him smile.Â
You help him back into the bed because his legs seem a little numb. You lay beside him, rubbing the inside of his thigh as he kisses all over your face.  You giggle then fall into a proper kiss, winding around each other affectionately. Â
âIâm gonna send Chan a gift basket,â Jisung says, making you snort. âI am! Thank you for having a family emergency, your timing couldnât be better.â
You tip your head and look at him with confusion.
âFamily emergency?â you say. âHe told me he was working?â
âWorking?â Jisung furrows his brow. âHuh? We donât have anything coming up at work. He phoned me from the road and said he was heading out to visit family? He said he wouldnât be back all week-end.âÂ
âHe told me he was stuck working and would see me tomorrow,â you say, your eyes narrowing as you slowly put two-and-two and together. Â
âI didnât even know why he was asking me and not Changbin or something,â Jisung continues to muse aloud. âHe said you were wanting to talk to me, though, so I figuredââ
âI never said that! I mean, Iâm glad we did butâŚâ You sit up, glaring at the wall.
Jisung bursts into laughter, covering his mouth as he looks at you.Â
âDid Chan hustle us?â he asks.Â
âHe threw us together in a snow storm so weâd be forced to reconcile!â
âI donât think Chan can control the weatherââ
âOh, he definitely can. I bet he delayed the bridge himselfââ
Jisung laughs some more, kissing the side of your face lovingly while you continue to glare contemptuously at the wall.Â
âWell,â you say, looking at him. You kiss him sweetly on the nose and he smiles at you. âThatâs fine,â you say. âA vacancy for my sworn enemy just opened up. Looks like I found a replacement.âÂ
âIâm good with that,â Jisung says. âBut⌠youâre not allowed to enemy-fuck him like that. Thatâs just for me, right?âÂ
You settle in his arms, forgetting about Chan for the time being, forgetting to glare, forgetting about everything that happened before tonight. You smile at him, brushing a bit of hair off his sweaty forehead. He is still flushed and beautiful, his hopeful eyes locked on yours. He smiles back.Â
âYeah,â you say. âItâs only ever been just you, Jisung.âÂ
He visibly melts, his laugh a breathless thing. He leans in and kisses you and you hold his face, kissing him back. You can feel him smiling against your lips and you smile too.Â
sharing a bed series part 3/8. because itâs the cheesiest most classic trope and itâs FUN.
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pairing: changbin/reader
content info: explicitly plus size reader. sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. lingerie. teasing. reading and watching porn. a bit of spanking. not so much choking but throat-holding. penetrative sex.
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Oh god, you think, staring at your suitcase full of lingerie, what the fuck do I do?
You like beautiful things and you love lingerie. Your suitcase is brimming with pretty nighties and delicate babydolls, a luxury indulged for your own sake but completely inappropriate given the circumstances.Â
You thought you would have your own hotel room this holiday, but after a few friends dropped out of the trip, there was some last minute shuffling, and nowâ
âYah! Whereâs my toothbrush?â   Â
Changbin is your hotel roommate for the weekend. Just you, him, and a single king-sized bed.Â
Oh, and your suitcase full of lingerie.Â
You slam the luggage shut, spinning around to look at him as he emerges from the bathroom in a frantic state of his own.Â
It takes a second to register his question, your eyes wide as you look him over from head to toe. His dark hair is damp from a shower and he is wearing nothing but a bath towel. He holds it shut at his hip, a sturdy thigh flashing when the towel parts. His body is one mouth-watering slab of big, broad bulk, and you find yourself clutching your own ample chest as if that will stop your heart from stampeding out.Â
âAh, there,â Changbin says, strutting past you. Absent-mindedly, he says, âIâm almost done, then you can shower.âÂ
The few minutes it will take him to brush his teeth will not be enough for you. Your efforts to find suitable sleepwear are completely futile. In the end, you settle on the simplest nightie with the fullest body, even if it is a bit transparent.Â
You take your turn in the bathroom after him.  When it comes time to change, you slip into the nightie and stare agape at your own reflection.Â
Oh god, you think. This is a disaster.Â
This is your most conversative piece and it is still wildly sexy. You love your bigger body and you love dressing to accentuate its features, and this piece is no exception. Full thighs and fuller breasts and full curves spill up and over the tighter places. The little panties are swallowed up by your plushy ass and no matter how much you adjust the neck of the nightie, it continues to fall in the most suggestive way possible.Â
You look hot. If anyone else was waiting for you in that hotel bed, you would be fine.  But itâs Changbin. Your close friend Changbin. Your close, hot, loud, insane, sexy, confident, drool-worthy, muscle pig friend Changbin.Â
You sigh, resigned to your fate. There is nothing more you can do.Â
You pop open the bathroom door and stick your head around the corner. Changbin is lounging in bed, dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, an arm thrown over his head as he watches something on his phone.  His hair has dried fluffy and he is smiling at whatever heâs watching.
âChangbin,â you say. âClose your eyes.âÂ
He does the opposite, like the stupid hot dummy he is, looking up at you. You get a swoop in your gut just from his curious glance, his messy hair, the comfort he radiates laying in your shared bed.  It really is unfair how he is a hundred different styles of sexy at once. This is the same guy who was working out shirtless on the beach lawn just an hour ago, the same guy who showed up to dinner in designer glasses and a form-fitting jumpsuit, the same guy who was cuddling you in a hammock wearing a big hoodie and board shorts.  Surely he could try and have the decency to look bad at least once.  Â
âI said close!â you repeat.Â
âAh! What!â  He does it, even if he is confused, lowering his arm and covering his eyes. âThere! Stop yelling at me!â
âYouâre yelling, not me!â
âIâm not yelling!â
You are both yelling. But his eyes are closed so you make a mad dash for your luggage, tossing your day clothes haphazardly with a little wince for the mistreatment of your pretty things. But you need to be fast, shoving your clothes in your suitcase so you can dive under the covers before Changbin inevitably gets bored andâ
âWhat are you wearing?â Changbin says.Â
âChangbiiiin!â You turn around with a furious scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. âI told you to close your eyes!â
âWhat, forever? I thought we were done!â
âWell, weâre not! Close them!â
âBut I alreadyââ
âClose!â
He grumbles a curse to himself but closes his eyes, laying back with his arms stubbornly crossed. You turn away to zip your luggage, shaking your head. You also fight down a giggle, one bubbling up from the tiniest bit of delight caused by Changbinâs dropped jaw and wide eyes as he thoroughly drank in the sight of you. Â
You turn around to find him peeking, one eye open. He is one second too late closing it again.Â
âI saw that,â you say.
âSaw what?â he says. âI missed it. My eyes are closed.â
âUh-huh.â You walk up to the bed and fold back the covers, eyes on him the whole time. You put your hands on your hips when he cracks open one eye again.  âPervert,â you say, with a snort of amusement.
âMe?â He opens both eyes and gestures wildly. âLook what youâre wearing! How am I the pervert?âÂ
âYouâre in boy lingerie so be quiet.â
âWhat!â Â Â
âThe grey sweatpants with the dick print.â You point to his lap. âBoy lingerie.â Â
âAhhh! Ah! Hey! Have some principles. Thatâs reverse sexism. You should be ashamed of yourself.â He wags a scolding finger you at you. Then, for good measure, he grabs a pillow and puts it in his lap. âStop objectifying me.â Â
You laugh in spite of yourself, climbing onto the bed.   You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Â
âI thought I was sleeping alone,â you say. âIâm sorry.  If you have a big shirt I can sleep in, I donât mind changing.âÂ
âYou wearing that,â Changbin says, giving you a very thoughtful once-over that makes your whole body tingle, âor you wearing my shirt.â He lifts the pillow and looks under it. âWhat do you think?â he says, as if consulting his dick.Â
âYouâre so stupid!â You hate how much you are laughing at this goofball. You roll your eyes even while giggling. âIâm going to sleep. Have a fun conversation with your little friend.â
âAh! Heâs not little,â Changbin says, as if very offended. âHeâs average height and girthy, like me.â
âNice try but youâre not average height and ew, oh my god, donât say girthy.âÂ
âGirthy.â Â Â Â Â Â
âI canât hear you,â you say, sliding under the covers. You pull them up to your chin and lay on your side with your back to him. âIâm already sleeping,â you say.Â
âHow am I supposed to sleep now!â he says. Â
âThatâs not my problem!â
He grumbles some more while you snicker. Eventually he turns off the light and gets under the covers too. You both go on your phones, the little white lights illuminating the bed. You glance over your shoulder to see him laying with his back to you, watching videos on mute. You turn back to your phone and open your reading app, deciding you can squeeze in a chapter or two of your current romance.Â
You are reading about the latest dukeâs pulsating member and his ladyâs quivering thighs when Changbin turns over. You are too slow hiding your phone. Â
âAre you reading porn?â he asks, reaching out and snatching your phone.Â
âItâs not porn!â You sit up to grab it back but he holds it away. âItâs literature!â
âItâs porn,â he says, bursting into peels of giggles that should be ridiculous coming out of that buff body, but they only make you laugh too.
âChangbiiiin,â you whine through your own laughter, rolling half on top of him to try and grab your phone. âGive it baaaack. Itâs not porn.âÂ
âHe throbbed as pleasure conquered his senses and ERUPTED LIKE A FORCE OF VOLCANIC NATUREâ!â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âStooooop!â
âThat sounds painful,â Changbin muses.Â
You finally snatch your phone back and promptly toss it off the bed. It lands with a little thump. Â
Changbin is laying on his back and giggling like a child, poorly stifled teeheehees that do not relent even when you lean over him with your most intimidating face. Â
âThatâs not fair,â you say. âYou have to show me yours now.âÂ
That gets him to look at you with surprise, tilting his head. You do not miss when his eyes go to your chest, especially because it lingers there for a very long moment. He touches his bottom lip, flicking his tongue over his thumb absently before finally meeting your gaze.Â
âWhat?â he says. âDid you say something?âÂ
âShow me your porn,â you say.Â
âMyâwhat! Get down.â He bats you away and crosses his arms. âI will remind you I am a man of principle. I have convictions. Unlike you, I donât keep demeaning pornographic content on hand at all times. I have too much respect for the human form and the sanctity of intimacy and lovemaking.â Â
You blink at him.
âFine,â he says, and picks up his phone. âDonât blame me for any volcanic eruptions.âÂ
Once he has his bookmarks open, you take his phone and roll over, ignoring his protests. You hold the phone out and click a link at random, even with him pressed right up against your back as he tries to steal it back. You wriggle in his lap, making him squeak, either because your ass is pushing at his junk, or because of the video that opens.Â
âOh my,â you say. Â
Itâs a point-of-view video, a manâs hand sliding down a very soft, curvy body. Your own body perks with interest when his thumb glides down her wet pussy, teasing her lips apart before sliding inside. Changbin makes a strangled noise that you hardly register, staring as the man in the video slowly fingerfucks the woman, a woman not unlike you in proportion and general appearance.Â
âI can explainâah, hey! Why are you skipping?â Changbinâs somewhat embarrassed tone shifts midsentence to indignation as you tap to fast forward.  Â
âI wanna get to the good part!â
âThe goodâ? Yah! Youâre so impatient!âÂ
You ignore him, fast forwarding until you see a dick then letting it play.Â
Changbin has given up on trying to get his phone back. He makes a sound of miserable defeat and thunks his forehead against the back of your head. You bite your bottom lip, flushed from head to toe, your thighs especially squirmy as need gathers between them.  You watch the woman in the video turn over until she is on all fours. The man pushes inside her and you watch the way her body moves when he thrusts deeply.  His hand comes down in a sharp slap, making you twitch with wanting.
âI like that,â you say, aware of Changbin growing hard against your backside.   You feel him twitch at your comment.  When you skip ahead in the video again, he doesnât speak. You stop when the man wraps his hand around the womanâs throat and you smile. âLike that too.â Â
He is rock hard against your ass. Either he thinks staying still means you canât feel it or he wants you to feel it. Testing, you grind slowly against him.Â
He grabs your hip through the blankets.Â
âAh, you.â He squeezes your hip. âNo teasing.âÂ
âNo?â you ask, wriggling just a little more. âNone at all?âÂ
There is a brief pause, then he slides his hand under the covers to hold your waist directly.  It is a slow, questioning motion, leaving you time to refuse.  When you donât, he slides his hand down to stroke your thigh.Â
You put his phone aside, the screen going dark, its contents forgotten as you turn your head.  He slips one arm under you, his hand cupping a breast at the same time his other hand goes between your legs. When he kisses you, you open your mouth to immediately deepen it. He does, licking at you and sucking your bottom lip, grinding in a slow circle against you.  It makes you ache, squirming in his strong embrace, his fingers only just hovering where you need him.Â
âShh, itâs okay,â he says when you start bucking and whining into his kiss. He kisses you too deeply for you to protest his teasing, but then he finally hooks his fingers in your panties to draw them to the side.Â
You get dizzy, either from kissing more than breathing or just his overwhelming presence. When he touches you and feels how wet you already are, he makes a low sound and curses.Â
âChâChangbin,â you say, breathy and a little senseless already. âPlease.âÂ
He moves swiftly, manhandling you with ease and care. You turn over and he pushes the blankets away to get up behind you. You whimper into the sheets when he tugs you into a better position, then he is drawing your panties to the side again and stroking your whole pussy from clit to entrance and back again. His fingers are soaked by the time he puts them inside you, strong arm finding a steady rhythm quickly. Combined with a couple sharp smacks to your ass, you come apart with a cry, whole body shaking as you grind back on his hand.Â
You sink into the bedsheets, eyes closed, panting. You feel his hand wet hand cup your thigh, then his fingers spreading your pussy open. You clench around nothing and hear him curse.Â
You look over your shoulder at him. Even though you were the one who came, he looks completely wrecked, his fluffy black hair a dishevelled mess and his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. You look a little lower, staring at the thick bulge in his sweats.Â
Itâs him who speaks first, his voice rough when he says, âYou look⌠do you have any ideaâŚâÂ
âYouâre not wearing underwear, are you,â is what you end up saying, giggling. âBoy lingerie. Told you.âÂ
He snorts, grinning, looking more cocky than chagrined. That expression morphs to curiosity and hope when you reach for a make-up bag sitting on the head-table.Â
âYes,â he says, when you pull a string of condoms out of it.  For some reason, itâs the funniest response he could have given, and you giggle a little more. Those giggles come to a stop when he pulls your panties down, then rolls down the band of his sweatpants down too. Â
Your mouth falls open. âWow,â you say. âYou areââ
âGirthy?â
âDonât make me change my mind.âÂ
He mimes zipping his lips shut before taking the condom.Â
You accidentally untuck the bedspread when he finally gets inside you. One corner comes undone, and the second one follows when he starts fucking you in earnest. Itâs a good, full stretch, and you moan into the messy bedspread as he grabs your hips to pull you into every thrust.  You swear you see stars when he slides one hand up and around your neck, lifting your head and holding you by the throat as he fucks into you. He slows down a bit to rub at your clit, making you come and spasm around him, before he drives himself quickly to completion.Â
You end up sprawled facedown on the undone bed, your nightie in a state of disarray and your panties god knows where. He flops down beside you, breathing hard, still pretty much dressed. Once heâs caught his breath, he looks at you, smiling when he reaches out to brush some hair out of your face.Â
You smile back, rolling into his open arms. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.
Then, knowing itâll get a reaction because heâs Changbin, you say, âThat wasnât bad.â
âNot bad!â he says, predictably loud. âWhat do you mean not bad? That was amazing. Come here.â Heâs laughing now, pulling you close when you laugh and try to roll away. âGet back here. Iâll show you not bad.âÂ
sharing a bed series part 2/8. because itâs the cheesiest most classic trope and itâs FUN.
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pairing: lee know/reader
content info: sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. reader&minho had an argument. reader gets pussy eaten. minho likes to tease.
inspired by the cinematic masterpiece known to the world as lee know log 9, aka that vlog where minho went camping and i never recovered.
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There is a perpetual hum around the campsite, heaters and lamps and cookers buzzing through the night, plus the rain has started coming down harder. Its restless patter over the tarp of the luxury tent is more a nuisance than relaxing.Â
The noise is not why you are still awake.  Your insomnia is the cause of good old-fashioned guilt.Â
You and Minho lost your reservation thanks to some traffic delays and the campsite only had single-bed tents available by the time you arrived. You have been sharing a bed all weekend, but right now you are alone. Minho stormed out an hour ago, claiming he needed a walk to clear his head after your argument.
The argument you started.Â
All weekend, youâve been testing Minhoâs seemingly infallible patience. Minho might joke around sharply, but heâs a secret softy and itâs hard to get him genuinely angry. You could feel yourself being a ridiculous ass but, like everything else of late, it felt out of control. You were like a third party watching your own stupid argument, unable to stop yourself and unable to help him. He was the mature one, leaving to find some space.
Even if it was after calling you ridiculous and uptight.    Â
You didnât cry. You didnât let yourself cry. Maybe you canât control anything else, but you can control that.Â
Now, you just lay in bed and listen to the rain. You canât sleep anyway, so you leave the lights on for Minho.   The rain is coming down pretty hard. You hope he gets back soon.  Much as you donât want to face him, you are worried about him.Â
As if summoned by your thoughts, the tent opens and Minho stomps inside. He is wearing a backwards hat and a hoodie, neither of which did much to protect him from the downpour. You look over your shoulder at him, watching him shake himself out.  The wet hat comes off and hits the ground with a slap, the hoodie following. It leaves him shivering in a t-shirt and shorts, his jaw clenched.Â
He turns abruptly, looking right at you. There is so much intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, slicking his wet hair back.  An unbidden spark of heat bursts inside you.  I want him to look at me like that when he fucks me, you think. The thought makes you whip away to stare at the white tent wall. Your heart pounds.  That pounding intensifies when Minho struts up to bed, crossing the space in a few quick strides. You donât dare turn around, clutching the blankets and staring at the wall.
He turns off the lights. Then you hear him leave, disappearing into the small bathroom joined to your tent.Â
You exhale. It takes a while to come down from the burst of adrenaline, but it has mostly dwindled by the time Minho returns. You hear him moving about in the dark. You lay straight as a board, your back to him.Â
You stare through the dark at nothing. You know you should apologize for earlier but you canât bring yourself to speak.  You just breathe.Â
Minho climbs into the bed. It dips under his weight and you feel a flood of warmth from his company. He has toweled himself dry and changed into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt. He smells fresh and clean, and just a little woodsy. The bed is not very big so he bumps you as he lays down. It makes your heart race again, which just makes you cringe.Â
The rain has slowed. It still patters against the roof of the tent, but gently. Â
The quiet makes the silence between you even more tense. It feels heavier than the blankets, dense and suffocating.  You swallow.Â
The argument was your fault. Everything that went wrong this weekend was your fault. Youâve been on edge and quick to overreaction, uncharacteristic to your usual composure. You could tell it was worrying Minho but he has never been the type to pry. No, he waits until he is asked, which would be great if you knew how to ask. Hug me, hold me, help me.  You donât know how to ask for the things you want.  So you just continued to spiral, taking it out on him. Â
It should be you turning around, you facing him, you apologizing, but itâs Minho who rolls over. You freeze when he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight from behind.  He doesnât quite kiss your shoulder, but he presses his face there for a second.  Wisps of his dyed blonde hair tickle your face.  You can imagine his eyes closing when he sighs.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says. âI shouldnât have said that shit.  I donât even know why we were fighting. Just call it my fault, okay?  I shouldnât have taken a city girl camping.â Â
He is trying to joke with you. His friendliness is what gets you. Even after everything, he is still so good to you. Â
You put a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sound when you start crying. Itâs a useless effort because your shoulders shake and Minho can feel it. Resigned to your pitiful state, you let your gasps shudder out of you.Â
âHey, hey,â he says, rolling you onto your back. He wipes his thumbs over your wet cheeks, staring down at you with his brow furrowed in confusion. âI was just kidding. Iâm sorry. Take a free slap.â He grabs your hand and lightly taps his own cheek with it.Â
It does make you laugh, but itâs a watery sound, rippling through your tears.Â
âMinho,â you say miserably, âI lost my job.âÂ
Understanding fills his expression. You canât bear to look at him, so you roll towards him to hide your face in his chest.  He lets you, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your back as you make a blubbery mess on his shirt.  You tell him the whole story, about the promotion you lost to someone else, about the sudden downsizing and subsequent firing.  You are someone who functions with meticulous planning so your life being upended sent you hurtling into an unfamiliar state of panic. Â
âThatâs why I went out alone the other night,â you say. Your tears have slowed to hiccups by now. âI know it was stupid and it made you mad. I just felt like I was gonna explode.âÂ
Hopping bars and picking up random men is very out of wont for you.  Thatâs why you did it. Minho was less than pleased when he found out you went wandering around downtown at night, inebriated and alone.  His scolding was reasonable but you were beyond reason.
He goes stiff when you mention it now, though he doesnât stop rubbing your back.Â
âI wasnât mad,â he says after a minute. âI was just worried. AndâŚâ
You peek up at him. He sighs and groans and yells all at once, an amazing feat of sound, throwing his head back so it thumps hard against the headboard.Â
âI was jealous,â he says bitterly.Â
âJealous,â you say. âOf me?â Â
âYes.â He gives you a very sarcastic look.  âI wished it was me in that little black dress going out andâno. Obviously not of you. Why do you always torture me like this?  Go cry on the floor.â He jostles you but jokingly, still holding you against him.Â
You laugh a little, resting your head on his shoulder. Your head feels fuzzy and you donât think itâs from crying. Minho just admitted he was jealous of you going out with some other guy.  It feels like your heart is doing circus tricks.Â
âThere was nothing to be jealous of anyway,â you say softly. âWe didnât do anything. He insisted he was, um, really good with, uh, his mouth, you know, but then, like, the more he insisted, um, you know me, I started thinking too hard and, um, he couldnât make me, wellâŚâ
âKeep stammering. It makes me feel less embarrassed about myself.â Â
âMinho.â You slap his chest. His laugh is more of a maniacal cackle, his demeanour having shifted back to glee at your admission.  You lift your head to look at him, biting your lip, noticing how his eyes go to your mouth. âHe wound up leaving before it could go farther,â you say, your words startling him into meeting your gaze. You know itâs a petty blow, but you canât help but admit, âHe said I was too uptight and left.â
Minhoâs whole face scrunches up like he just got punched in the gut. Â Â
âNo,â he says. âNo.   Youâre just saying that to bully me. I didnât call you the same thing as that idiot.â Â
âItâs okay,â you say.Â
âNo.â He groans again, closing his eyes and kicking his feet. âAhhhhhhh. I should be shot!â Â
You are laughing properly now, clinging to him as he squirms in horror.        Â
âIâm sorry,â you say. âI didnât mean to make you feel bad.â
âOh really?â He cocks an eyebrow at you, his mouth a grim line.Â
âWell.â You burst into laughter all over again. âMaybe just a little!âÂ
He laughs hard at that, shaking his head, but still retaliates by tickling you. Your laughter turns hysterical, peels of giggles as he pokes every ticklish inch of skin.Â
âMinhoooo,â you whine to no avail. He just grins and continues his attack.Â
Your wriggling pushes the blankets off the bed. You try and whack him with a pillow so that hits the floor too. Soon it is just you and Minho and some dishevelled bedsheets, you on your back with him leaning over you.  You are both out of breath, both smiling. His hands are by your head, cradling you under him, while yours are on his chest as if preparing to push.Â
The room feels quiet, the silence again tense. But this tension is not rife with the same uncertainty as before.  It is not guilt or shame, but a longing that comes from the whispered confession that he was jealous of the last man in your bed, the simple reality that he is sharing your bed right now.   Â
You do not push him away. You hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull. His elbows bend as he swoops down, meeting your raised head. He kisses you, deep and hot and slow, gently pressing your head back into the plush bed. Your squirming is very different now, legs opening to make room for him to settle between them. He feels so good on top of you, the feeling of his strong thighs between your legs, of his chest under your hands, wisps of hair brushing your face as he kisses and kisses and kisses you.Â
The kiss ends when you are simply too breathless to continue. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard.Â
âWow,â you say softly. You look at him. His dark eyes are often severe in a playful way and right now they are intense, seductive, and it isnât a joke.  You touch his bottom lip, holding his gaze while he kisses the tips of your fingers.  âJust so you know, that kiss was way better than everything that happened the other night.â
He grins at that.Â
âOh,â he says. âReally?âÂ
âYeah.â You watch him kiss your fingers again, then your palm. He looks at you as he dips a little lower, kissing the inside of your wrist. You are hypnotized by the heat of his dark stare, so you speak without thinking much. âEverything you do turns me on, though,â you say. âEven earlier, when you were crushing that garlic with the knifeââ
His seduction breaks with a little laugh and he raises both eyebrows.Â
âGarlic?â he asks. âThe garlic got you hot?â
âDonât make fun of me,â you say, pouting. âYou already made me cry once tonightâŚâ
âOh, is that what happened?â he says. âSure, okay, letâs play. I made you cry.  I should make it up to you?â
âMhmâŚâ
âWell then.â He leans in close to kiss you but he lingers for a torturously long time, just hovering above your lips.  Then he abruptly pulls away. He kneels upright and sits back on his heels. Â
Confused, you push yourself up on your elbows.  He is looking around the room and tapping his chin thoughtfully.
âWhat is it?â you ask. Â
âHmm?â He looks at you, tilting his head as if you are the confusing one. âWhat? Iâm just looking for some garlic, since youâre into that for some reason. Give me a minute to remember where I put it.â Â
âAhhh, I hate you!â You flop back down, covering your face with your hands.Â
Minho, diabolical creature that he is, throws back his head and laughs. He tries to pry your hands off your face but you stubbornly hold on. He sighs with theatrical exasperation and gives up. Â
You hear the rustle of fabric. Curious, you peek between your fingers. Minho is staring down at you with a single eyebrow cocked, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips. That smirk grows as he reaches back, flexing his arms before grabbing the back of his t-shirt and pulling. Your hands fall away from your face completely, your eyes drinking in the gradual reveal of skin as he pulls his shirt off.  It lands somewhere on the floor, forgotten.Â
âOkay,â he says, nodding curtly. âYour turn.â He makes a come-hither motion with two fingers. âCome on. Hurry up.âÂ
Your brain has short-circuited. It takes a second to make sense of his request and another minute to actually do it. You sit up long enough to peel your shirt off, then flop back down where you continue to stare at him.  You are checking each other out, looking up and down.  Your eyes goes over his bare chest and down, your mouth falling open.Â
You breath catches when he cups his hardening dick through his sweatpants, rubbing the heel of his hand there.Â
You meet his gaze, already breathing harder.
âWhat else then?â he says, still stroking himself through his clothes as he looks at you.Â
âUh, ah, erm, hmââ
âYou said everything I do turns you on.â He falls forward and catches himself on both hands, so suddenly you gasp.  Once again his arms cage you in, his face close to yours. His hips come down heavy between your legs, his dick hard where it presses intimately against you. âSo,â he says. âWhat else then?âÂ
âOh.â You are staring at his mouth, gaze heavy-lidded when he rocks against you. âUm. Well. Sometimes when youâre driving in reverse and you put your hand on my headrest, it kindaââÂ
Once again, his seduction attempt is thwarted when he canât help but laugh. He drops his head, laughing harder when you lightly smack him.   Â
âStop asking if youâre just gonna laugh!â you say, even while laughing too.Â
âOkay,â he says. âGarlic and driving in reverse. Iâm learning so much.âÂ
âIâm gonna kill you.âÂ
âThat would be very rude,â he says. âEspecially since Iâm about to go down on you.âÂ
âYouâwhaâohhhââ
You grab his head instinctively, fingers sinking into the natural dark roots of his dyed hair, just as he dips down to press kisses on your chest. You arch under him as his mouth finds every sensitive spot, licking sweetly and biting meanly, as to be expected from Minho. By the time he reaches the waistband of your shorts, you are panting and wriggling and clawing at him desperately. Â
You donât even have time to overthink. The world and all its troubles fall away for the time being. Â
You will figure things out. You always do. Right now, you let yourself lose control.  You usually hate the feeling, but in this moment you donât mind at all, because Minho has you.  You trust him completely. Surrender is easy. Â
The rest of your clothes join the messy heap on the floor.  He runs his hand smoothly along the inside of your thigh before guiding it over his shoulder.  He kisses there, then kisses you excruciatingly chastely between your legs. When you try and move, he keeps you steady, the sturdy hands that captivated you now holding you firmly in place.Â
When he finally stops torturing you, he gives you everything at once: a long, hot lick right up your centre. Again, your fingers find his hair. He doesnât complain or lose focus even though you are scratching at him a bit ferociously. Ever a skilled worker, he stays on task. It is so deft and swift and thorough; you get so wet and slippery that you can feel it running it down your skin. Â
When you get close, your hips lift but he brings you back. He looks up between your thighs as he brings you over the edge. Your legs shake and your eyes close and you bite your hand just a little, trying not to be too noisy in the middle of the night at a campsite.Â
He climbs back up when finished, looking like a very smug feline as he wipes his face on the back of his hand. Â
âOn a scale of garlic to driving in reverseââ he starts.Â
You playfully cuff the side of his head.Â
âThat good?â he continues to tease.Â
You roll your eyes but smile.  You think it is a seductive smile, but you do feel a little wrecked.  Still, you stay on task too, sliding your hand down his chest, down, down, down andâ
âOh,â you say. You look down at the same time as him. A noticeable wet stain is on the front of his sweatpants. âYou alreadyââ
He flops down beside you and sighs.
âSorry,â he says. âYou werenât the only one amazed with my sexy performance.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â you say with a laugh. You roll over to rest your head on his chest. His arm comes down around you, hand running down your naked back. You giggle when he cups and squeezes your ass. You dance your fingers down his pants to the wet spot where he came. âI think itâs kinda hot, actually.âÂ
Minho came from eating you out. Of course you think itâs hot.Â
And of course he has to be Minho about it.Â
âOkay,â he says. âGarlic. Driving in reverse. Premature ejaculation.  Uptight was definitely the wrong word. I honestly donât know if I can keep up with a freak like youââ
âUgh!â You roll away and turn your back to him, mostly to hide the fact you are laughing at his stupid joke.Â
He follows you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind. This time he kisses your shoulder properly, once, twice, three times. All the way up your neck to your ear and just behind it.Â
âYouâre lucky I like you so much,â you whisper.Â
âI like you too,â he whispers back, kissing your shoulder again.Â
You smile and close your eyes, listening to the rain and letting yourself snuggle safely in his arms.Â
sharing a bed series part 1/8. because it's the cheesiest most classic trope and it's FUN.
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pairing: bang chan/reader
content info: sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. chan's baby girl agenda. accidental boners, horny embarrassed reader. chan is a tease n a dork. :)
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You let yourself into Chanâs room, expecting to find him awake and working despite the hour.  Whenever you sleep over, your friend is more than happy to let you sleep in his bed when you canât get comfy on the couch.  Many nights have passed that way, nestled under his blankets and falling asleep to his typing and clicking and absent-minded humming.  He likes to work through his nights so you sleep until morning then leave when he turns in. Â
He must have been tired tonight. His laptop is shut, the room dark save for the flickering lights of his computer station. Chan is in bed already, laying with his back to you and the blankets tucked around him. He is so sound asleep that he didnât hear your gentle knocks.Â
You feel bad for disturbing him now.  Commandeering his bed is a little different when he is already in it.
You turn to leave when the blankets rustle behind you. Chanâs groggy voice breaks through the silence, a raspy, âBaby girl? That you?âÂ
Maybe itâs the cold floor under your bare feet, maybe itâs the late hour, or maybe itâs the roughness in his voice, but despite how many times Chan has playfully and affectionately called you baby girl, this time a little shiver brushes up your spine.Â
You turn back around, wrapping your arms around yourself.  Thanks to the faint light from his work area, you can see Chan clearly even in the dark. He has rolled onto his back and is rubbing a hand over his face.Â
âSorry, Channie,â you whisper. âYou sleep. Itâs fine.âÂ
His blanket slips down his bare chest and he drops his arm, looking at you with crinkled, sleepy eyes. His curly hair is an endearing mess, though your eyes go a little lower when the blanket falls to his waistline. You quickly look away from his abdomen to his sleepy eyes. He squints at you as he adjusts to the darkness. Â
âEverything all right?â he asks, still groggy.Â
âYeah, donât worry,â you say, as if that has ever stopped Chan from worrying anyway.Â
He is a little more awake now, his brow pinching as he looks at you. All at once his face goes slack with realization. A smile pushes at his dimples.Â
âRight,â he says. âThe couch sucks, yeah? Sorry, wasnât thinkingââ
âDonât apologize,â you say with a little laugh. âItâs your bed.âÂ
âAuuggh,â he says with faux-agony, âIâm such a bad host.âÂ
You cannot hide your amusement, smiling when he slaps a melodramatic hand over his heart. As usual, the goofball makes himself giggle with his dumb little theatrics, the sound twinkling in its delight. Your heart skips a beat. Â
âAll right,â he says. âNo worries. Big bed. You wanna share?âÂ
It isnât really a question because he doesnât wait for an answer, flipping open the covers for you to slide in.Â
When you step towards the bed, he throws up a cautionary hand and laughs again.
âSorry, uh, just wait one second,â he says. âIâm not, uh, technically decent.â
Your eyes drop again. The blankets only just reach his hips and when he shifts to get out of bed, it becomes abundantly clear that Chan is completely naked under the covers.  You very nearly choke on your own spit, swallowing hard as your frantic eyes dart around his body.Â
He is seemingly oblivious to your startled state, turning his back to you as he steps out of the bed. The sheet slips smoothly off his body.
You spin around to give him some privacy. This plan fails spectacularly as his closet door is a big mirror and you end up looking at him through it.Â
He is nonchalant, walking up to his dresser. You know you shouldnât stare but you do, eyes on the breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his arms, going down his sturdy back to his ass where you linger a beat longer, then diving down his strong thighs until the view is blocked by his bed.  You watch him step into a pair of boxers, doing a little jump before snapping the band around his hips. He turns around and you quickly close your eyes, grateful he cannot hear your heart going a mile a minute.Â
âAll right,â he says pleasantly. âAll good now. Come on.âÂ
He gets in the bed first and holds it open for you. He is smiling so sweetly and you feel like the worldâs nastiest, horniest monster, gawping at him as you stumble to the bed. You try not to think about how he was naked between these sheets just moments ago. Â
Somehow, you slide into the bed without making a huge fool of yourself. You even manage to settle down, albeit stiffly. So stiffly that Chan notices and laughs again, that same bubbly giggle as he reaches out to tweak your nose.Â
âYâokay?â he asks, his bare face so open and sweet that you melt with both affection and embarrassment.Â
âMhm,â you lie. Your heart skips another beat when your leg brushes his under the covers.Â
âCâmere, silly,â he says, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you across the bed.  You go with a squeak of surprise, planting your face in his bare chest.  âBetter?â he asks.
âMmmhf.â
It requires some manoeuvring, but you do get semi-comfortable. It is difficult to feel completely at ease when you are also lit up like a firework, very aware of all the places your body is touching his.  Your faces are close, your hand on his chest, his hand on your hip. And something else is uncomfortably lodged between your lower halvesâ
Your mouth rushes ahead of your brain and you say, âWait, whatâs that?âÂ
As if you think he dropped something in the bed between you.Â
As if that could be anything but his dick. Â
His startled expression speaks volumes. His nervous, flustered laugh says even more. You have to physically restrain yourself from digging a hole through the bed to die inside.Â
In your marginal defense, why would you expect Chan to be sporting a semi for no apparent reason?  Your shorts are pretty short and you have nothing on under your little tank top, but what sort of crazy wishful thinking is that? That Chan reciprocates all your horny pining?Â
You suppose there is some hard evidence.  So to speak.Â
âSorry,â he says, his hand lifting away from your waist. âI didnât, uh, sorry, wanna make you feelââ
âOh, no, no, itâs fine, itâs fine,â you say quickly. You feel so, so hot, and you arenât sure if itâs embarrassment or desire.  At any rate, it makes you even stupider. âItâs all good,â you say. âI like it!â
I like it???Â
He is clearly computing that, looking more confused than embarrassed now.Â
âYou⌠like it,â he says slowly.Â
âWhat I mean by that,â you say, âis that I⌠like⌠it.â Nice recovery.
âI see.â  He looks amused now, his dimples deepening. âThat clarifies things. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Any time.âÂ
âYou look a little embarrassed,â he says, touching your chin to tilt your face up to his. It forces you to look directly at him as he studies your expression. His intensity makes thinking of a response impossible. He smiles all-too knowingly at you. âCâmon,â he says, his voice a little lower. âItâs just me, baby girl. You donât have to be shy.â Â
Uh oh, you think, looking at his alarmingly competent smoulder, Chan might be secretly evil. Â
Maybe not secretly. And maybe too affectionate to be pure evil.  But he holds your chin and guides your face, turning it away so he can kiss your cheek. Your eyes close and you fight a moan, because moaning at a cheek peck would just be ridiculous.Â
Then he kisses a spot a little lower on your jaw, then below your ear. His tongue flicks at the shell of your ear at the same time his hand slides under the covers to cup your hip again.  You let yourself moan this time, a sweet little hum that he returns when you press yourself closer to him. You feel his dick twitch in his boxers, practically demanding your attention. You let your hand drift downward.Â
âCanât believe youâre secretly evil,â you murmur, making him laugh. âDonât laugh. You are. I hate you.âÂ
âReally?â he says, with all the cockiness of a man who already knows the answer.  He doesnât wait for it, his hand swiftly moving to cup you between your legs. His knuckle rubs softly against your pussy, so hot and wet that he can undoubtedly feel it through the fabric.  âSorry, baby,â he says, very unserious, âbut I donât think all of you hates me.â Â
âMean, mean, meanââ
He canât help but giggle at you, somewhat juxtaposed to the way he is rubbing you through your clothes.Â
âDamn,â he says, a breathy sound. You are panting against his open mouth already. âNeed it bad, donât you, baby? Who did this to you?â
âSome mean tease,â you say. âBeen into him all this time and he never did a thing.â
âWhat a fucking idiot.â
âMhm.â
âHis loss.âÂ
You both have a stupid little giggle before you finally touch him in return.  His breath catches. Â
Your mouths are close, so close that it makes your clit throb under his knuckle, so close that he is straining the material of his boxers.  His hand jumps up, leaving you torturously bereft, but then he slides that hand into your shorts to touch you directly. He kisses you at the same time, swallowing down all your sweet sounds as he licks into your mouth. Â
âI got you,â he says, a lovely sentiment that is followed by a very hot, filthy lick into your mouth. He moans into it, then kisses you nicely. âI always got you.â
Your hand stutters to a stop because he has you close, so close, so quickly. Your orgasm washes over you with unexpected swiftness, your whole body arching against his as you come. Â
âThatâs it,â he says, his hand steady as he brings you over. âThatâs my girl. Got you.â  Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. You think about all those cozy nights you spent snuggled up in this spot, the way Chan worries about you no matter what you say, his thoughtfulness and attentiveness and protectiveness.Â
I got you.Â
Knowing itâs true, you smile and kiss his smile in return.  Â