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âI know, you told me not to thank you but, seriously, thank you for this, Chris,â you say.
âAnything for my princess.â
𧞠SYNOPSIS: Your father and you have always had a rather complicated relationship and it all just gets worse when he invites you to his very spontaneous wedding, expecting you to attend the event with a boyfriend. Luckily, your best friend is there to help you, playing that role just perfectly while the two of you try to ignore how you truly feel about each other.
đŻïž CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, fake dating au, friends to lovers, angst/fluff/smut, hurt/comfort, demisexual reader, chan is referred to as âchrisâ and his love language is acts of services and words of affirmation [it shows lol], unfortunately a very personal story lmao, this is a rewrite of the 2022 version, warnings under the cut
đ WORD COUNT: 12.0K (sorry)
đ©č WARNINGS: explicit sexual content [including slight dom/sub dynamics, semi-protected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, reader gets called princess, baby, good girl and slut], mental health topics revolving around daddy issues, anxiety and adhd, relationship with a huge age gap [neither chan nor reader]
âGod, just because you write a text in an academic language so that no one understands it, this doesnât make you any smarter, MrâŠâ Yeji closes the book to read the name of the author, âyet another white male scientist.â
You chuckle. Thereâs nothing better than a friend who stays up with you to work on a project for one of your classes, sticking together no matter what.
Well, hopefully not literally, considering the cold weather that is currently dominating the city.
Itâs nothing new that January is characterised by those insane temperatures, so youâre glad to find yourself in the campusâ library with a functioning radiator. Itâs way too cramped and crowded during the day which is why Yeji and you decide to go there in the late evening or during the night. It works just fine for night owls like you.
And besides thatâyou unfortunately work way better under insane pressure and time limits. At least you think so. But if youâre honest, procrastination only makes you more disciplined because at one point you donât have a chance anymore and need to finish some tasks. But as long as you donât fail with it or get out of a troublesome situation, your brain wonât learn from it.
Unfortunately, Yeji is similar to you and thereâs another problem that occursâyou work better with your ADHD meds which shouldnât be taken during the evening, so staying focused without them is another issue to deal with.
But youâre alright. Youâve got great company and a bunch of snacks and an iced coffee with you. Youâre gonna survive this, too.
At least you think so, until your phone lights up and shows a message from your father on the screen.
[New message, 22:47]: Hello, darling. Itâs a bit spontaneous but my girlfriend and I are getting married next week. I mailed you the invitation some days ago but youâre never checking your inbox as it seems. đ
Your vision instantly gets blurry.
You canât differentiate if itâs because your eyes are losing focus or getting filled with tears. Probably both. They switch between the bright screen and the book you're reading but all the words commingle until you dissociate completely, just like the letters in the text about the history of cinemas in front of you.
âBad news?â
Yeji is your best friend for a reason. Sheâs got the superpower of knowing something is up before you give her any obvious signs. The girl didnât even see your phone light up but still caught up on the fact that something isnât as it should be.
âItâs okay,â you say with a small voice, not wanting to worry her.
âAre you sure, babe?â
You simply nod. Youâre aware Yeji doesnât believe you. But sheâs not one that pushes you. Sheâll give you some space and will always be here in case you need her.
âIâll be right back.â
You grab your phone and your water bottle, before you head towards the bathroom thatâs just a few aisles away. Walking next to the millions and billions of books helps you ease your mind a little and youâre glad the library is basically asleep in the evening hours.
After opening the door to your designated place, you disappear inside one of the stalls, before you dial his number.
It rings once. It rings twice.
The sound reminds you of whenever he tries to reach you. Your father usually waits for two seconds and when youâre not fast enough to pick up, he blames you for it.
But this time he actually answers.
âY/N?â
âHey, dad,â you say. Itâs weird calling him that. You changed his contact name to his full name years ago but he still calls you his dear or darling whenever he texts you which happens around once or twice a year.
âDid you get my message?â
âHm,â you hum. âVery spontaneous, huh?â
You sound so friendly, so polite. Itâs a contradiction itself. But for some reason you always want to impress the people that donât deserve your attention at all.Â
Itâs not like your father is constantly mean to you. You just donât connect. Youâre too different on every level of life. Heâs distant. Youâre distant. Thatâs just how itâs always been, your whole life. He thinks he can make up for that by buying you big presents and sending you money whenever you need it but emotionally? Heâs unavailable.
Having a child doesnât automatically make you a parent. You have to earn that. If you put a human living being into this world, it is your duty to care for them beyond basic survival needs.
It doesnât feel as if heâs your father. It never has felt like it. You donât have any connection or trust towards him. But at some point you stopped caring and decided to live on with your life.
Thereâs just one problem.
The immense pressure he puts you underâconsidering your job, your academic career and your future family plansâdoesnât make anything easier. Itâs as if all the attention you can get from him is when you impress him with your achievements. The achievements that fit his idea of a perfect life.
You realised it wasnât your fault once you got older. Your father isnât a family person at all or a social person in general. Itâs almost ironic that his mother until this day is closer to your mumâyour dadâs ex wifeâthan to her own son.
And of course his new girlfriend, sorry, fiancée.
Thereâs a reason your grandparents donât approve of her and thatâs mainly her age.
With your father being a middle aged man, it was surprising to find out he got into a relationship with a woman that is only five years older than you. Whatever midlife crisis caused him to make a decision like that.
Itâs obvious sheâs marrying him for his money. You met her twice and werenât that impressed either. Although you would never blame her, your father is the one whoâs in the wrong since heâs the older guy that apparently couldnât get a woman his age.Â
âIt is,â your father continues and for a second you forget youâre on the phone with him. âYouâll be there, right?â
You want to say no. You really do.
But unfortunately youâve been raised under toxic standards that keep you from it. You wished you were stronger, more confident when it comes to this but itâs hard unpeeling these layers of high expectations and anxiety if theyâre sticking to you like glue.
âOf course,â you say.
The fake excitement in your voice makes you sick. But you canât turn that off either.
âJust so you know,â he starts again and the sound in his words shift, turn stricter, âthere will be lots of important people there. You know how much they value certain standards.â
It is bold of him to say that when heâs the one who is in his late fifties, marrying a twenty-something woman.
âOkayâŠ?â you answer but it is more like a question.
âIâm sure you have a boyfriend, right? Youâre what? Twenty-two?â
Twenty-three.
âHeâs invited, too. I for sure hope youâre not dating a⊠woman. You know that I donât accept that.â
Wow. You definitely do not want to go there.
Why is he bringing this up all of a sudden?
âSure,â you answer, fake politeness not audible anymore, âIâll bring my boyfriend.â
Boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Y/N, where the fuck are you supposed to get a boyfriend from last minute?
Well, this will be the issue of future-Y/N for now.
A quick âgoodbyeâ from your fatherâs side follows before you hear the familiar sound of a call ending. You keep standing there, eyesâfilled with tears threatening to spill down like a waterfallâhovering over the tiles on the wall and the graffiti drawn on them.Â
âWrite more love letters.â
Youâve always been a hopeless romantic. Mostly hopeless because youâre anything but successful when it comes to turning those delusional daydreams into reality. Sometimes the idea of something feels much better, as it grants us comfort without the dangers and horrors.
You read further, trying to somewhat calm down. Youâre still close to crying but thatâs okay. You deserve to let out your emotions, you deserve to be vulnerable.
âI miss him so much⊠I should call him,â is what you read next and a âGIRL DONâT JUST DONâT YOUâRE BETTER THAN THAT!!!â written right underneath.
This is what you mean by girls supporting girls. Youâre glad Yeji is with you on campus and knowing sheâs close gives you a bit more confidence to walk back to the library soon.
âYou look pretty<3â
Another little boost that you read before adjusting your outfit. You wipe the tears away with some toilet paper, glad about the fact youâre not wearing any makeup around your eyes today.
You take a deep breath, reading another one of the graffities.
âAffordable housing now!!â
Yeah. Okay. This brings you back to reality completely. You push the door open and clean your hands quickly, before someone else enters the washroom.
âY/N,â your best friend says. âAre you okay?â
You nod, fighting for dear life to hold back those stupid tears again.
âItâsâ m-my dadââ
She instantly pulls you into a hug. Yeji basically knows everything about the background storyâyour fatherâs relationship, the reason he left your mother alone with you fifteen years ago, how his parents have a closer connection to their ex-daughter-in-law, the fact that heâs been as emotionally unavailable as someone can be, how heâs a contradiction in itself.
Youâve talked about him with Yeji a lot. Your best friend has always noticed how⊠indifferent youâve sounded when sharing those intimate thoughts, when speaking about all the damage that has been done. She can tell itâs a coping mechanism. Itâs obvious. So, she wonât push you further but at the same time wonât let you down either.
Sheâs promised to be here for you and remind you that none of thisânone of the absence, the lack of support, the pressure heâs put on youâhas ever been your fault. It destroys her, knowing that your father broke your heart before anyone else could ever do.
It explains the trust issues you have towards men, even towards the few in your life that donât want anything bad. But itâs understandable, when your whole ability of trusting any person ever was demolished all those years ago when he left out of the blue. From one second to another. Just gone. Still here, somehow, calling once in a while, visiting you on your birthday for a couple of hours each year, but not there for you, emotionally speaking.
âWhatever he did this time, Iâm here for you,â your friend reassures you. âAlso, donât call him âdadâ. This is a title someone has to earn first.â
Sheâs right with that. You wouldnât know what it takes for someone to be considered a father since no one in your life has ever occupied that role as it should be. But youâre somewhat okay with it now. You learnt how to live with it and youâve got enough people in your life who truly care for you and love you unconditionally.
So, you nod, holding Yeji closer for a few more seconds before you pull away.
âLetâs go back home, okay? Weâve worked enough for today, my dear,â she offers.
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Despite the trouble of falling asleep yesterday, youâve managed to get some rest throughout the night. Your dreams were confusing, just like they always are when a lot is going on, when a bunch of stuff is harassing your mind. You just donât seem to get rid of the struggles of overthinking and hyperfixating on a single issue. Sometimes you care too muchâespecially about the wrong ever returning problems.
Whenever something like this occupies your thoughts, youâre not able to focus on anything else anymore. As if focusing in general wasnât already hard enough. You contemplate ditching the meds today, knowing it only helps you actually focus on the right stuff if youâre not distracted by something else. Apart from that, itâs the weekend and you should allow your body a break from the pills like your psychiatrist told you.
The dizziness in your head is already bad enough. Somehow, you still make it to the bathroom and manage to take a shower despite the listlessness trying to take over your body and mind. But a fresh up always helps a lot, whenever youâve convinced yourself to do so.
Boiling some water to prepare tea helps you ease your mind a little further, until you hear a knock at the front door of your apartment.
Your heart skips a beat. The world stops. You hate that such little things that differ from the routine you created inside your head can overthrow your whole mood. The slightest inconvenience is enough for your mind to crumble, for anxiety to take over your soul.
âY/N, itâs me.â
The tone of the voice is familiar, fortunately.
Taking a quick glance through the spyhole allows you to find out who the intruder is. You let him in, watching your friend enter your flat with a big brown bag of freshly baked goods.
âI know you hate it when I visit you out of the blue but I d-did text you and you didnât reply soââ
âChris, itâs fine,â you reassure him. He shyly nods, before he places the wrapped food on the couch table.
âNeed help with anything?â
âNo, itâs okay, just have a seat.â Your friend does as heâs told. âWhat did you buy?â
âA lot,â he confesses, unpacking the still warm, freshly baked goods. âI panicked and didnât know what you might be craving right now. An avocado bagel and a hummus oneâchoose whichever one you like. Blueberry muffins. Half-baked double chocolate cookies. Oh, and a lemon and a raspberry tarte.â
Shit. He isnât making it any easierâthis gigantic crush that you have on him, that keeps you distracted at least twenty three hours a day.
âDid you rob the whole bakery, hm?â
He smiles, tilting his head and shrugging his shoulders, âI shouldnât have gone there while being hungry myself, I was close to buying even more.â
You chuckle. âTea?â
âSure,â he says, scooting a bit on the sofa, as he watches you sit down next to him.
You decide to cut the bagels in half so you can try each one of them. After finishing the savory meal, you opt to do the same with the lemon and the raspberry tartes.
Time passes by with no stopping as Chris and you talk about whatever topic comes to your mind. He shares his thoughts on a new show heâs been watching, you tell him about a great album you found on Spotify the other day. Itâs comforting. He feels like home. He is your home, if you will.
Although Yeji is your best friend as well, Chris and you have always had a different special connection. Youâve wondered throughout the years if it could be more and deep down you know that there are hidden romantic feelings slumbering inside your heart, ready to be explored.
But then againâyouâre so scared. So fucking scared that heâs gonna turn his back against you. Of course, if he was even returning the feelings which you are sure he isnât. That would be too much of a delusional dream. Just because you read about stories like these in your books, watch dynamics like this in on Netflix or hear similar thoughts as your own when listening to the music you like doesnât make it realistic, right?
âHow is the food?â your best friend awakens you from your spiral of thoughts.
âGreat! Thank you so much by the way,â you reply, âhow do I deserve this?â
Chrisâs face falters, changes within the blink of an eye. âWell⊠Yeji told me that there is something going on⊠no details, though.â
Of course. You donât blame her. Youâre glad she didnât tell Chris what is bothering you exactly although that means that you have to explain things to him now.
âIâŠâ
âCome on, darling,â he starts, giving you a soft smile. âTell me whatâs going on inside your head.â
You nod, taking another sip from your tea thatâs gone a bit colder by now. Still, it manages to give you comfort. Just like the blueberry muffin. Just like having Chris with you.
âMaybe⊠in my room?â
Chris knows that you have certain safe spaces that make it easier for you to talk about your feelings. What he isnât aware of is the fact that he is your favourite safe space of them all.
The both of you clean up the mess in the kitchen, before you make another tea and disappear in your room with your friend. You two plop down on the soft cushion of your bed, feeling the mattress shift under the added weight.
After looking around and finding a certain someone on top of the duvet, Chris is carefully placing your blue dinosaur plushie against the wall, so that the little guy is sitting upright, almost in a circle with you. Your best friend bops the animalâs nose with his index finger, before he brings his attention back to you.
âSo, Y/N. Whenever youâre ready, yeah?â
Oxygen enters your lungs when you take a deep breath. You donât know why youâre suddenly anxious. Itâs Chris sitting in front of you. Your best friend. The person you share all your secrets and darkest thoughts with.
âYou wonât⊠judge?â
You hate that this topic is making you feel so vulnerable.
You donât want to feel vulnerable. Youâve felt vulnerable your whole fucking life.
âNever, princess,â he encourages you with that tiny pet name. And itâs finally enough for you to gather up enough confidence.
âI received a call from my father.â The look on Chrisâs face is unreadable but you continue. âHe spontaneously is going to get married this weekend and wants me to attend the weddingâŠâ You pause. âWith⊠with a male partner. Because that old man only cares about his reputation and everything that could affect it.â
God. The hints of homophobia already make your best friendâs blood boil. But the whole situation? Sounds like a fucking circus. Heâs a bit overwhelmed, he must admitâalthough not out loud. He feels sad. He feels angry. He feels furious that you are put in a situation like this.
Chris knows how much social gatherings suck out the little remaining energy that youâve got left these days.
Shit. Youâre both gonna find a solution, heâs sure. But for now, comfort is probably what you need first. Chris can read it in your eyesâthe cry for affection, for someone just being there and allowing you to let those emotions burst out of you without holding back.
âOkay.â He says with a low voice. âHow do you feel about it?â
Your gaze snaps up to him. His choice of words feel like something a therapist would say but you donât mind. Weirdly to say, it helps you ground a bit. The question makes you feel seen, makes you feel as if itâs okay to be vulnerable.
âOverwhelmed. I donât even want to go there at all. But I canât cancel this. Itâs inevitable, unfortunately. Iâll have to go there,â you explain.
Itâs true. Thatâs the thing with your family or with your fatherâany type of gatherings but especially weddings have to be attended, no discussion. Family first, he always says. Absolutely ironic.
âHm. I understand,â Chris says. âIâm really sorry you are put in such a situation. You donât deserve this, Y/N. I hope you know that none of this is your fault, okay?â He witnesses you nod. âIâm always here for you, yeah?â
Your heart skips a beat. In a good way. Chris probably isnât even aware of what those words do to you but youâre so grateful about them.
Heâs always here for you. Your abandonment issues try to tell you otherwise, try to make you believe that this is just a big fat lie but when your eyes find the ones of your best friend again and notice the genuineness in that beautiful dark brown colour, you manage to push the anxiety away. Even if itâs just for a few seconds.
Chris sees you drifting off, watches you zone out and for some reason it enlightens panic in his chest. Maybe itâs the right moment now to share his solution with you.
âListen, Y/N,â he starts again. âThis is how itâs gonna goâIâm free the whole weekend. For the day before the wedding Iâll plan something just for the both of us. Something to look forward to and calm you down.â
Wow. You didnât expect that. But it brings warmth to your heart. Chris always seems to know what to do and how to handle you.
âThatâs kind, thank you,â you reply with a small smile.
âAnd once you know what colour your dress is going to be, let me know, so I still have enough time to choose a suit in a fitting shade,â he says out of the blue.
âW-What?â
Did he just⊠suggest going to the wedding with you?
No. That canât be. You would never ever expect that from him.
âYou need a boyfriend for that wedding, right?â
The smirk his face is carrying plays evil games with your heart but you decide to ignore it for now.
âY-Yeahâ but, you don't have to do that⊠you donât have to⊠pretend you⊠like me, Chris.â
Oh, Y/N. If you only knew.
It's no pretense at all, Chris thinks but doesnât speak those thoughts out loud.
âNo discussion,â he replies with a stern voice. âWeâll go there together, okay?â
You know better than to argue with him. Despite that, you donât even want to decline. Although rationally speaking, itâs a double ended swordâsure, having Chris with you in a difficult situation like this is a great idea but considering those stupid feelings you have for him it threatens to mess with your head all over again.
However, you give in.
âOkay. Thank you.â
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âPrincess, you look wonderful.â
Your best friendâs eyes are filled with stars, almost making him look like a real life version of that one Van Gogh painting. You take a step towards him, as he pulls you into a hug. The gentleman Chris is, he of course picks you up from your apartment.
The little Italian restaurant he chose isnât that far from the student dormitories since you only need a few minutes to walk there. On top of that, he somehow managed to book the best tableâright in front of a huge window, a bit hidden from the other guests.
Butterflies are shooting up inside your stomach, solely thinking about how romantic this whole setting seems to be. But thatâs just how your best friend isâno half things under his watch, if he wants to treat you like his princess, he for sure chooses to make you feel like a queen instead.
âThank you for this, honestly,â you say, before taking another sip of the red wine that Chris has ordered.
âReally no need to thank me, Y/N. You know Iâd do anything for you.â
And there they are again. The butterflies. But instead of nervousness, they bring you comfort. Chris has always managed to make you feel this wayâutmost safe, anxiety vanishing to ashes in the distance of your head. Finally room for something that isn't worry.
On top of the perfectness of the whole scene, the food tastes immaculate. It sums up this perfect dinner and evening. The two of you get into deep talks like you always do. With Chris you donât have to pretend. When he asks you how your day was, itâs always because he truly wants to know and doesnât just say it because itâs expected or some kind of manner.
He makes it so easy to forget about your surroundings. When youâre with your best friend, thereâs no feeling that comes close to any second spent with him. Hours turn into minutes, as time always flies by way too fast. And after a long discussion, Chris insists on paying for everything, before he calls the waitress.
âYouâre really a good-looking couple. Have a great night, thank you for visiting us,â she says, handing the bill to the man sitting across from you.
Heat instantly rushes up to your face and Chris is glad that you canât see the red shimmer decorating his pretty face, right here in the dim light of the candles.
âThank you. It was amazing.â
When the employee is gone and the two of you get up again, Chris helps you into your jacket and you leave the restaurant. You decide to take a little stroll, watching the stars in the sky since the night is already welcoming you. It feels so domestic. Almost too domestic so it plays evil games with your heart that you donât seem to be able to stop.
Entering a small convenience store, Chris buys two bottles of soju and some snacks, before heâall of a suddenâreaches for your hand. Your fingers stay intertwined with his, while he holds the plastic bag filled with the tasty goods inside the others.
Once you find an empty bench, you sit down and your best friend opens the beverages for you. Deciding to drink straight out of the bottles, you clink your glass to his, listening to the sound that erupts from the collision, before you take a sip.Â
âI know, you told me not to thank you but, seriously, thank you for this, Chris,â you say.
âAnything for my princess.â
He is flirting with you, isnât he? But then againâhe kinda does this with anyone. What makes your heart run quicker is a different detail anyway. The sound of him calling you his princess fills a void inside your soul, it manages to make you forget about all the bad things in this world.
âI know you value honesty a lot, Y/N.â
âI do, yeah,â you say, not quite catching what heâs hinting at.
Chris would love to tell you how he really feels. Now just seems to be the perfect setting, right? Youâre close together, watching the stars after a romantic dinner. But on top of being too shy, he isnât sure if, first, you feel comfortable enough to receive such news and, second, if you even return those silly little feelings.
âItâs because of him, you know? Heâs the reason why I despise lies so much,â you start again.
Chris gets dragged out of his dissociation, a bit glad that you made the decision where this conversation is leadingâwhich canât be taken for granted since you rarely manage to make any decisions. Usually, Chris has to do this for you and he is the textbook definition of a libra.
âYour⊠father?â
Your best friend knows who you are talking about. But by being the first one to mention the person in question, he creates a circle of safety in which the two of you can stay together and allow your thoughts to run free.
âYeah. Heâs a liar,â you say with a chuckle that is rather a scoff. âThrough and through. Had cheated on his wife for years, left his child with her alone, pretends to be someone else in front of his business partners, and can't even have a normal conversation with his own parentsâthe list goes on. Heâs the reason I despise dishonesty so fucking much. Every liar reminds me of him.â
It makes a lot of sense now and Chrisâs stomach does a weird twist, an uncomfortable sensation bubbling up right there. What if you consider him a liar, too? After all he hasnât been honest about his true feelings for you for literal years now. Heâs always held backâmainly to not scare you off, to not lose this tight bond of friendship that he has with you.
Shut up, this isnât about you.
The voice inside his head brings him back to where the two of you are. He just trusts his instincts and prays that you will forgive him once he finally gathers up enough strength and confidence to tell you about how his heart truly views you.
Thinking about it, he canât wait to share his thoughts with youâhow much he adores the noises you make while laughing or when something surprises you, how much he values the way you show emotions, in their truest form, never holding back even when people think youâre being too impulsive or stubborn.
Sure, it can get a little exhausting when you interrupt almost every single conversation but Chris knows that you do this to show that you care, that you relate to whatever he says. He knows that your brain tends to work a little differently and he wonât hold you back from being yourself.
Your best friend admires how you keep fighting, how you wait for the light after a storm. Of course, you have conditions that differ a lot from other peopleâespecially talking about collegeâbut he will always remind you that it doesnât matter how quick you achieve something, what really matters is if you have a good reason for wanting to reach your goals.
And you have. He sensed it in that class you had together in your first semester, the one in which you met because you happened to be late and sat down next to Chris. Youâve had trouble with participating in class since then but when he got into conversations about the arts of moviesâbeing a film student as wellâhe realised that you are made for this field. Youâre creative in a way heâs never seen before, you pour your heart into every art that you make.
As if this isnât enough, youâre the most beautiful person heâs ever seen. God, Chris is head over heels for you and you donât even seem to notice.
When he sees you fidgeting with the bottle cap, twirling the metal between your fingers, he decides to continue where you left off.
âHow about we talk a little about your father, hm?â
Your gaze shoots towards your best friend.
âMy father?â
âHm, I think it would be good to do so. Thereâs a lot that you havenât told me and it will help you feel a little more at ease, just talking about it. Also, Iâd like to know what to prepare myself for, you know?â
He ends his explanation with a little giggle that grants you comfort.
âAlright⊠but where do I start?â
Chris scoots a little closer, watching the surprised expression on your face but, nevertheless, he decides to keep going. A hand carefully reaches towards your face, softly brushing your cheek.
âYouâre safe with me, okay?â
You nod, unable to speak a word.
âYou wanna tell me⊠just in general how you feel about him?â
You know that itâs a good idea to share these things with your best friend. No matter how hard it is. But in the end itâll help you and youâll feel more prepared for the wedding day tomorrow.
âMaybe feel is the wrong word,â you start. âItâs like I donât feel anything for him. He could just⊠not be there and it wouldnât make a difference.â
Your heart hurts thinking about it. Of course, you canât miss a feeling youâve never experiencedâafter all, heâs always been like that even when your mother and him were still together. However, you feel a tear run down your cheek whenever you see a father with his daughter together in public, how they get along, how he cares for her like any parent should.
Your best friend reaches for your fingers, when he observes you fall into dissociation and he manages to bring you back to the present.
âI understand,â Chris says, squeezing your hand tight. It gives you enough courage to go further.
âI⊠I am honest, I donât even hate him. I tried to. I desperately tried to hate him all these years. But the connection is so distant that this doesnât even work. Hate is a feeling, after all.â
You chuckle, or maybe itâs rather a scoff. Watching the stars in the distance, you try to bring your whole focus to the way Chrisâs skin is pressed against your own, how his bigger hand feels wrapped around your smaller one, how he makes you feel safe without doing much.
âI think we donât talk enough about how abandonment traumatises us, how absence of an important figure in growing lives can destroy so much,â your best friend adds. And heâs right. The lack of something can have a huge impact on a child, too.
But for youâat least you thought so when growing upâyouâve never missed anything. Your mum has always been an angel, trying her best, earning the money to keep you fed, encouraging you to follow your dreams. You didnât have much during your younger days, financially speaking, but you did receive a lot of love from your present parent and from other close relatives.
And having great friends like Yeji and Chris filled the space that was once reserved for someone else.
âMy mother has always been both mum and dad to me,â you explain. âShe was the one to help me understand math homeworks. She was the one who carried my heavy suitcases when I came back from a class trip. She was the one to build up furniture and fix electricity. And she will be the one to escort me down the aisle one day.âÂ
Chris feels his heart getting all warm when he listens to your soft words. Heâs glad your family managed to make the best out of this situation that you had been put into. He desperately hopes when your mum will escort you down the aisle someday that itâll be because youâre marrying Chris.
âIâm glad to hear that, Y/N,â he adds and gives you a gentle smile.
âCan I⊠continue?â
The thoughts are running free, begging to be let out. You feel safe enough around your friend to tell him more.
âOf course, darling.â
You take a deep breath.
âIâve been trying to gain his attention by doing everything to impress him,â you say, your words becoming a bit smaller, âbut the only thing that has ever impressed him was when I did well academically. This shaped me for life, unfortunately. Especially, since Iâve struggled in school and college because of my ADHDâso this has been an ideal that I just canât seem to live up to.â
Your best friend scoots closer, using his other hand to take your own now, so heâs able to wrap his free arm around your figure. He pulls you towards him by the waistâitâs gotten a little colder, after all. At least thatâs the excuse inside his head.
But you donât mind at all. Chris manages to make you feel a bit more confidentâin what youâre sharing with him, in yourself. Just in general.
âAnd you donât have to live up to that. Someone who truly loves you wouldnât be like this,â he says.
Heâs right. Deep down you know this. However, thereâs a reason why you donât seem to be able to follow his advice.
âBut I have this urge⊠like, my younger self desperately holds onto the idea of⊠of hearing that her father is proud of her.â
Even in the darkest night, only a few street lights helping Chris to see your full face, he knows that youâre on the verge of tears.
âY/N, listen. What Iâm gonna say will sound easier than itâs done but you know that Iâm always honest with you.â Almost always. âBut you donât have to impress him, you donât have to even be liked by him becauseâyou donât like him, either. The only oneâs thoughts about you that matter are those of a friend. And of course, your thoughts about yourself.â
You snicker, âYeah, regarding that⊠My insecurities have been eating me alive lately.â
Lately? More like forever. But you don't want to sound even more hopeless than you already are. You hate being vulnerable, it makes you feel so small and weak like you had always felt when you were a child.
âIâm here,â Chris reassures you. âAnd whenever your brain tells you to not love yourself, I will be here to remind you of it, okay?â
For some reason thatâs all it takes for you to start crying. Your head lands on his shoulder, as Chris softly strokes your back, keeping you in his hold.
âBut⊠It makes me feel so weak. I hate being weak.â
The sniffles fill your surroundings, but your best friend pulls you closer, never letting go of you.
âYou are allowed to be vulnerable, Y/N. Itâs what makes us human. Showing weakness takes a lot of strength,â he whispers into your ear.
âMaybe youâre right, yeah.â
The irony that Chris canât allow himself to be vulnerable either, right? How much he wishes to tell you how he truly feels about you. But he canât be selfish right now. This isnât the right time, this isnât the right place. Maybe he will be able to gather up all the courage after the wedding.
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Chris helps you out of the cab, making sure that your pretty dress doesnât get damaged in the process. You look utterly beautifulâthe purple shade suits you perfectly, matching with your best friendâs suit and tie. The choice of colour will probably be enough to piss off your father and all these businessmen but you woke up this morning with the sudden urge to turn this into a provocative event.
The buildingâalmost a castleâthat your father chose is stunning, making you feel like a real life princess in this outfit. Youâre greeted by a stunning front yard, a field of flowers filling your vision, some types you have never seen before in your life.
Suddenly, your best friendâor, well, partner for the dayâreaches for your hand when he notices how you observe the plants, how they manage to put a smile on your face.
âLetâs take a closer look, yeah? Weâve still got time.â
You nod, allowing him to lead the way, as you approach the beautiful flowers. For some reason, they help you calm down a little as silly as it sounds. The varierty of colours is insaneâthe whole spectrum of the rainbow united.
Unexpectedly, Chris squats down, his hand wandering towards one of the purple onesâyou donât even know what type it isâand decides to rip it out of the ground. You call out his name but all he does is chuckle, looking up at you before he stands upright again.
âItâs the exact same shade as your dress. I just thought it would suit you, princess.â
Heâs flirting with you again, isnât he? You canât even tell at this point. Not if your heart is beating out of your chest, threatening to explode.
âThank you,â you say, reaching for the flower.
âItâs a bellflower,â he informs you, leaving out that it symbolises everlasting love.
Chris helps you to stick it onto your dress, the loop right under your collarbone working quite well for that.
âShit, when I thought you couldnât get any more beautiful you need to prove me wrong, huh?â
You look at him with wide eyes, unsure how to reactâsince youâre not able to react at all as it seems.
âShall we get inside?â
All you do is nod, before Chris takes your hand and guides the two of you into the building. Most guests seem to be already here. Your father and his fiancĂ©eânow wifeâdecided to have the ceremony in private, just inviting their guests to the party after.
Once youâre inside, you realise that itâs just as luxurious here. Marble floor, ornaments decorating the expensive furniture with pure gold, velvety chairs and couchesâthis whole interior screams pretentious.
Chris and you soon find your designated seats, as you sink down right there. Youâre surrounded by a bunch of younger people, who you have never seen before. Youâve expected your father to have you sit together with your cousins but taking a quick look around it doesnât seem as if any of them have been invited.Â
You donât even seem to find your father and his wife, but who does find you a little later are his parents. Getting up, you walk towards your grandma and Chris gets the hint, when he approaches them too.
âY/N, you look beautiful,â she says, taking a closer look at your outfit. Purple has always been her favourite colour too and usually she likes dresses that are nothing ordinary.
âThank you so much, nana.â
She lets go of you again, spotting the man next to you.
âNice to meet you, Iâm Chris. Her boyfriend.â Your best friend is ready to shake your grandmotherâs hand but sheâs quicker to pull him into a hug, right from the start being all informal with him.
Your grandpa greets you, too, before he approaches Chris. To your surprise, your grandfather acts the same way his wife did, embracing your boyfriend. Since heâs always been a bit more conservative, you didnât expect it. On top of that, heâs already overwhelmed by all the different noises insideâjust like youâso you appreciate that heâs trying his best. Your grandparents seem to like Chris from the start, which makes you wonder again if this is meant to be more.
When you all notice your father entering the huge room, your grandparents walk back to their seats, linking their arms as they make their way back.
You catch a glimpse of the bride nowâa cinderella-like white dress is hugging her figure. The blonde hair is put up, little details of rhinestones are reflecting the lights inside the room, becoming all glittering.
The two of you sit down again, before your father begins his speech.
âThank you all for being here with us on this special day. We appreciate it a lot and donât even want to talk too much.â He reaches for his glass filled with champagne and all the guests do the same. âCheers to love.â
Youâre glad you havenât started drinking yet because regarding the scoff you just let out this could have ended very embarrassingly. Still, you take a small sip from your beverage.
During the whole time, Chris makes sure to hold your hand whenever you seem to get a little uneasy. The food is good, though, so you decide to at least appreciate that. In the back of your head, you know that at some point of the evening you will have to have a conversation with your father.
So, once dinner is over and youâve gathered up enough courage, Chris seems to read your mind and grabs your hand, before you get up. You both slowly walk towards where the freshly wed couple is sitting, your father currently being occupied in a conversation with some of his business partners.
However, his wife notices and greets you, for some reason being not so impressed by yourâs and your best friendâs outfits. But you decide to ignore her glances, as your father turns around to pull you into a quick and cold hug.
Your boyfriend takes a step towards the man, as he speaks, âIâm Chris. Thank you for the invitation. We wish you all the best, congrats.â
The pretentious smile on your fathers face is just as fake as anything he does. All while Chris is doing his very best to hide his true emotions. Especially after the long talk yesterday but also since he realises how much the impact of your own father has always been on your mental health and self-confidence, he has to gather up lots of strength to keep holding back.
âSo, last semester finally? When will you be done studying?â
Of course. Of fucking course. No how are you, no how have you been. This is all heâs ever cared about. Your academic achievements and that he has to pay for you. How about not putting an innocent child in this world when their basic needs already overwhelm him? Well, maybe itâs because he has to spend all his money on another twenty-something year old now.
The thought makes you nauseous. So, you push it aside and reach for your best friendâs hand instead. He finds your palm sweaty, realising that anxiety is taking over you again. With a quick glance he reassures you that everythingâs fine. You agreed before getting here that you can ask him to bring you home at any time.
Still, you donât want him to be disappointed. Chris came all the way here with you, sacrificing his whole weekend for your little family drama. However, he would never be disappointed in you, ever.Â
âYeah. Sure,â you tell your father.
âSure?â
He looks at you confused since your reply doesnât quite match his question.
âI donât know,â you continue, voice sounding a little broken. âIâve had some trouble with the classes I took this semester, so, possibly Iâll need another year in case I fail the exams,â you gulp, directing your gaze away from him.
But that's when the monologue starts. Why go to university at all when you have your father, another middle-aged privileged man, thatâs lecturing you about all your oh so bad life decisions, too?
âWhen I was your age I had already had my degree, you know? But thatâs your generation, right? Youâre all lazy and donât want to work anymoreâmajoring in film or gender studies or God knows what and then donât even get a job.â
Besides the fact that he doesnât struggle the same way you do caused by your ADHD and a bunch of other mental issues, your father has never told you that he didnât work while studying in college back then, thirty years ago. Whereas you work part time, have been doing so since highschool. The double standards are insaneâbut what do you expect from a liar and hypocrite like him, right?
Your father looks at your friend now, âYouâre doing film too, Chris?â
âYeah, film minor and economics major,â he explains, his voice sounding stern, trying to hide the annoyance.
âWell, at least something I guess,â your father says, shrugging his shoulders.
If thereâs something heâs good at, itâs provoking for no reason. And youâve had enough. Your emotions are overflowing youânot just from the setting tonight itself, maybe all the stress adds to it, perhaps you not taking your meds today makes it harder to focus. Itâs a miracle that you havenât interrupted your father yet.
âWhatâs your fucking problem?â
His eyes widen, âDonât you dare to talk back to me with that language.â
You scoff, getting a bit closer. Your heart is pounding out of your chest but you have to get this out.
âIf you donât like it when I talk back to you, why did you teach me how to speak then, huh?â You look around, watching his surprised face, before you add, âOh no, my bad. That was mum. Since youâve never been there for me anyway.â
Heâs truly at a loss for words. He wants to say something but no sound comes out. Who would have thought this man would be speechless one day?
Not caring about any consequences anymore, you reach for Chrisâs hand, looking up at him, âLetâs go. Weâve spent enough time here. Thanks again for the invitation and⊠have a nice evening.â
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The ride home with the cab is very silent but you appreciate it. Your best friend has the palm of his hand placed on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh a little whenever he sees that nervous expression on you. But little does he know that your heart is bursting out of you because heâs so close.
Now that the wedding is over and his job is done playing your boyfriendâwhat will this evolve to? Will you, maybe one day, be able to tell him how you truly feel? Or will the pain just go on, will he continue dating other peopleâalthough nothing serious ever happensâand youâre just there watching?
It doesnât help that he looks so fucking hot in his attire. The suit and tie is something that always has your knees go weak but the fact heâs dressed up like that for you, lets delusion enter your mind. An idea is occupying your mindâripping layer after layer off his body, having him bare naked all over you, his tongue grazing over your skin, his lips attached to yours, as heâs touching you, pleasuring you until youâre both ready for him to finally slide in. God. Youâre a lost cause and the reason is Christopher Bahng.
On top of that, you really need to get laid. Itâs been some time, some years since youâve been intimate with another person. You donât know why but you only seem to be able to get close with someone that you have a strong emotional connection with and, unfortunately, the only person that this applies to is your best friend.
But youâre dragged out of your thoughts when the cab comes to a halt. Your friend gets out first, of course, to be the gentleman heâs always been. He walks around and opens the door for you, helping you again with your dress.
Chris is already on his way to get his car keys since he parked the vehicle in front of your building this afternoon. However, you hesitateâyour hand circles around his wrist, making him stop in his tracks. Your best friend turns around, looking at you, a little confused.
âCan you⊠come upstairs for a bit? I donât want to be alone right now,â you tell him. Your best friend wasnât gonna leave you like this and call it a night. He just searched for his keys to get some stuff from his trunkâmore comfortable clothes and⊠other things.
So, he nods, before you let go of him but Chris is fast to reach out again. His fingers get entangled with your own, while you walk towards the front door. You stay like this the whole time, making opening the door a little more complicated than it should be but he helps you.
Once youâve climbed up all the stairs, you get through the entrance of your student apartment. You take off your shoes, before you walk to the kitchenette and bring two glasses that you fill with tap water. Handing one to him, he tells you to sit down on the couch with you.
You do as youâre told, taking a sip from your cold beverage. It helps you calm down a little. The aftermath of this evening is still lingering in your head and Chrisâs presence unfortunately adds to your nervous state. Usually, having him around brings you calmness and comfort and this still applies. However, with the questions running around, making you wonder what happens next, you canât bring your focus to breathe a little slower.
âIâm so fucking proud of you, baby,â Chris says all of a sudden.
You look at him confused, not having expected him to say this, âWhat?â
âYeah,â he chuckles, reaching for your glass of water. He carefully puts it on the table next to you, before he takes your hand and places his own on it. âFor going there with me, for staying so long and for talking back at him when he spilled such bullshit.â
Your eyebrows rise up a little. âYou⊠you think so?â
Chris is stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, keeping his gaze fixated right there. Oh, how he wishes he could do this foreverâbe close to you, take care of you, call you his. Hopefully, heâll have the courage soon to tell you all this.
âOf course, Y/N,â he continues. âIâm always proud of you, you know? Youâre so⊠perfect. Literally. Youâre so kind. Youâre so creative, itâs insane. The ideas you have when writing the stories for our classes or what colours to use during editingâit gives me goosebumps which is crazy since weâre talking about colours.â
You giggle. You seriously canât believe he feels like this about you. Could this be more? Probably not. He definitely only says this in a platonic way.
âI mean it. Truly,â he reassures you. âYouâre the best thing that has ever happened to me. Iâm so glad you were late that day and were forced to sit next to me in our class together.â
Tears are pricking on your lower lash line and for a second in the dim lights of your living room, it seems as if Chris is currently experiencing the same.
âIâm glad too, Chris,â you tell him.
âYou were so brave today, princess, so fucking brave.â His voice is barely a whisper right now, his eyes are locked with your own and if you paid a little more attention youâd realise how nervous he is right now.
He gets a little more confident, his words increasing their volume when he starts again, âI think itâs my turn now to be brave, hm?â
You tilt your head, not quite catching what heâs referring to.
âWhat do you mean?â
Chris takes another deep breath.
âFuckâokay, I truly hope this wonât destroy anything between us so if itâll make you uncomfortable in any way just forget what I am about to say butââ
âI donât understand,â you interrupt him.
Still, he decides to continue, âIâm⊠I catch myself quite frequently thinking of you. Thinking of you as more than a friend. And tonight just proved that this is what I want to be. Your boyfriend, by your side, forever, eventually your husband, if you let me.â
Your face falls. The earth stops. Nothing makes any sense anymore. For once, the odds are in your favour. Youâve had this exact same dream so many times youâve lost count by now.
Usually, you wake up at this exact point.
You wait. You wait more.
But you soon grasp that this is in fact reality.
âAre you for fucking real?â
You wished you could have worded it better but thereâs no structure, just pure chaos inside your head right now. Nothing uncommon per se, but a lot more intense right now.
âY-Yeah,â Chris lets out, all shyly, âIâd never joke about something l-like that.â
Deciding to get up now, you start walking around in your living room. Your hands are attached to your head, a gesture to show how overwhelmed you are right nowâpositively of course.
âThis is insane,â you pant. âIs this a dream? Can you wake me up?â
Chris hesitantly gets up, unsure how to categorise the fact youâre hyperventilating a little right now. He approaches you, getting closer.
âNow Iâm the one who canât quite followâŠâ
You grab his face, pulling him towards you, âI like you too, a lot. No, screw that. Iâm in love with you.â
He scoffs, âIâm in love with you, too.â
Time stands still another time when Chris decides heâs tired of waiting and smashes his lips into yours. And it feels so good, there arenât any words in any language of this world that would do this moment justice. You allow the sensation to take over you, allow him to keep his mouth pressed against yours until you part your lips and allow his tongue entrance.
How can a kiss be soft and passionate at the same time? You canât compare this to anyone else. Well, itâs not like you have a lot of experience quantity wise but even in a thousand years, this kiss will be your favourite.
On top of that, you canât believe that it took the both of you so fucking long to realise that youâre actually on the same page. This is truly insane. Chrisâyour best friend, your anchor, your longtime crushâfeels the same about you.
âGod, weâre such idiots,â you giggle in between kisses.
âHm, we are,â he replies. âBut I think it was just the universe letting us wait for when the time is right.â
One would expect that the kissing would have stopped by now but you both just keep going, as if youâre each otherâs oxygen, unable to breathe alone. Kissing him just feels right. Everything feels right. How his plump lips are pressed against your own, how he grabs you by the waist to pull you closer, how a sweet little whimper spills from his lips.
Faster than youâre able to grasp it, youâre stumbling towards your bedroom door. Chris reaches for the knob, before you get inside. You walk further and further but right before your calves hit the frame of your bed, the man in front of you stops.
Chris knows that you need a special connection with someone in order to sleep with them. Youâve talked quite freely about anything sex related, your blood always boiling to the highest temperature possible whenever he mentioned that he went on a date. Heâs never gotten any far with other peopleâafter all, no one manages to live up to you.
So, he wants to make sure that everything is perfect. He needs to know that youâre totally sure about this since you donât have sex with anyone.
âAre you okay with us going further, princess?â
You nod, giving him a sweet smile. Chris brings his fingers to your face, carefully grazing over your lower lip with his thumb.
âWords, baby. Words. Talk to me.â
Your knees are already getting weak. Youâve always suspected Chris to be on the dominant side but with the softness sprinkled into it, this is just perfect. Perfect for you to basically faint.
âI want this. So, so much,â you confess, getting a little shy.
In the meantime, your best friendâs eyes darken, before he pulls you towards him for another heated kiss. Heâs getting even more passionateâif thatâs possibleâhis hands placed right on your hips, while your head starts spinning, finally in a good way for once.
Chris makes you walk a little backwards until the way is blocked by your bed. With a small nudge, you land on your back, waiting for your best friend to devour you. He does exactly that, now towering above you and not believing what his own eyes are witnessing.
Heâs dreamt about this so many times heâs lost countâyou underneath him, moaning for more, begging to be touched, pleasured, corrupted. Thatâs what he thinks about on a daily basis if heâs honest. And finally heâs got this whole scenario in reality, too.
His lips land on your neck, making their way down to your collarbones. Chris feels so warm against you, heating you up from inside and outside. The little kisses add to itâthey have you craving for more, they have you absolutely lose your mind because of the hungry man hovering above you.
He follows the pathway heâs created in his head, wandering south before Chris catches a glimpse of the little flower that is still attached to the purple fabric. Carefully, he frees it from the loop and places it on your nightstand table before he brings his whole attention back to you.
âChris, please,â he hears you whine underneath him.
âPlease what, pretty?â
A pout finds your face, as you grab him by the collar of his button up shirt, âKiss me, touch me, do whatever you want with me.â
God, youâre desperate. So fucking desperate and all just for him. Chris canât believe this is real, canât believe that you are real.
He uses this as an invitation to go further, helping you sit upright for a second so he can get rid of the dress thatâs still hugging your figure. Sure, you look absolutely stunning in it but he knows that youâll look even better with no material hiding your beauty.
And his assumptions turn out to be true, once only your lingerie is left to cover your body. Of course, you chose a fitting oneâa similar shade to your dress.
âFuck⊠youâre so unbelievably beautiful,â Chris says, absolutely unable to hold back. The words donât even do you justice in the slightest. Even âperfectâ wouldnât be perfect enough.
He goes right back to business, those kisses erupting on your skin again when his plump lips collide with your neck. Traveling down, he simultaneously helps you out of your bra, observing the stunning view of your bare breasts. Chris licks his lips, before he brings his mouth to one of themâtongue circling around the nub, his fingers do the same with the other one.
Lust erupts from your center, arousal dripping right into your underwear. He hasnât even done much yet and youâre already on the verge of going absolutely insane. This is the effect he has on you. Youâve even forgotten that you tend to be rather shy when it comes to undressing but Chris makes you feel like the only person on this planet, like a goddess, you could say.
The man in question wanders further down, passing your stomach and belly button, before he stops right and the hem of your panties.
âPrincess?â
You bring your gaze towards him when he calls you, âY-Yeah?â
âSay the word and Iâm yours,â he chuckles.
God, that brat. Of course he wants you to beg for more. Youâve known this was gonna end like this from the start. Chris seems to enjoy this a little too muchâyou can tell by the smirk and if this isnât enough evidence, you soon will find out how hard he already is only because of you. His cock is neglected inside those tight trousers but itâs about you first.
He takes another look at you, waiting for you to speak.
So, you do exactly that when you say, âPlease, touch me, make me feel good.â
Thatâs all he needs to bring his hand between your legs which you part for him oh so obediently. He grazes over the drenched fabric, ready to ruin youâsimilar to the current state of your laces. He chuckles to himself, before he scoots further down until his face is right between your thighs, nose almost colliding with your covered pussy.
He licks a long stripe over the material, tasting your essences that are trickling through your underwear. You let out a moan, your hand reaching for his head, grabbing a few curls to play with them.
Chris is ready now to slide down the remaining fabric, leaving you fully naked for him. As if youâre on autopilot, you part your legs even further, giving him better access.
All he does is chuckle, before he adds, âLook at youâspread out like this, just for me, hm?â
Fuck. His voice has dropped so low, you could basically cum just at the sound of it.
âOnly for you, Chris,â you reassure him.
Heâs convinced heâs gonna see stars soon if you keep going like that. To push himself even more into his demise, he continues thenâspreading your pussy lips apart, he gives his tongue room to collide with your clit. Chris immediately starts drawing circles on it, watching your eyes roll back to your skull when he observes you through his lashes.
âFuckâ yes,â you already let out, although heâs just started.
He continues making out with your sensitive nub, until you feel a string of his saliva landing right above your entrance. Bringing two fingers right there, he carefully pushes one of them inside, instantly feeling how tight you are. After all, itâs been some years, right?
However, he keeps going when he hears those desperate pleas that spill from your lips, as he adds another digit and starts thrusting them into you. Fuck, if his fingers already feel that good you canât even imagine what the real deal will be like. Whatâs for sure is that Chris will need to prepare you a little more so youâll be able to take his cock.
And youâre already getting close. Which isnât surprising when he finds that velvety spot inside you, keeping his tongue attached to your clit at all times. He earns cute little moans and whimpers from you, before your legs start shaking and that unholy feeling takes over you. Clenching around his fingers, he helps you ride out your high.
Chris pulls his fingers out of your heat a little while later, licking them clean, as a grunt escapes his mouth.
Youâre fast to sit somewhat upright againâhead once again dizzyâand grab him by the collar like you did earlier. Your lips crash into his, while you hastily open each button of his shirt. The tie lands somewhere on the floor where your other clothes must be but neither of you care about anything like that right now.
Chris gets up from the bed, pulling you towards the end of the mattress with him, before he starts fumbling with his belt. You can see the tent quite well, his cock pressing against the tight fabric, begging to be freed.
Thatâs what you do, opening the button and sliding down the zipper until Chris slips out of the dark trousers. Only in his boxers now, his hand reaches towards you faceâtwo fingers are under your chin, tilting your head upwards so that youâre looking at him.
You reach for the hem of his underwear, before you pull that remaining fabric down too. Your eyes widen, when you catch a glimpse of his hard erection. He definitely has the prettiest dick youâve ever seenâwell, there werenât that many but stillâa little above average, the tip leaking precum.
Out of reflex, your mouth lands on his lower stomach, while your hand circles around his length.
But Chris needs more than this. He knows he unfortunately wonât be able to hold back any much longer and he doesnât want to waste even a single drop of his cum before he has been inside of your tight cunt.
âNext time, yeah?â
Heat rises up to your face at the thought of being with him like this for the rest of your life. So, you nod, while you allow Chris to place you on the bed again. Your back hits the mattress, as you part your legs for him.
Right in that moment, your best friend remembers something quite important.
âI d-donât have a condom with me, Y/N. Left them in the car, sorry,â Chris says.
He has to hide a grin, thinking about the fact that heâs been hoping for exactly this to happen, which is why he brought them with him in the first placeâwhat a pity they arenât here now.
However, you reassure him with a smile, when you reply, âThatâs fine for me. You know that Iâm on the pill.â
Chris knows exactly what contraceptives you take, since he usually makes sure to remind you of taking your meds, knowing you sometimes donâtâthanks to your forgetful nature.
âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely. I trust you,â you say with a stern voice.
He catches your lips in yet another heated kiss, fireworks rushing through your veins once more.
You pull back all suddenly, when a thought crosses your mind.
âItâs been some time⊠some years, to be honest, since I⊠you know,â you confess.
Chris gives you a smile, âOkay. No worries. Iâll be gentle, I promise. Weâll go slow, yeah?â
You nod and tell him to keep going. Chris circles a hand around his length, stroking himself a few times before he gets closerâbrushing over your clit with his leaking tip, he watches the way youâre already arching your back, ready to have him inside of you.
Time stands still when he slowly pushes the first few centimetres into your wetness, observing you squirm underneath him.
âYou okay, princess?â he asks, a little worried.
âY-Yeah, just need some time,â you reassure him now.
Once youâre adjusted to his size, you tell him to keep going.
Chris starts with rather slow movements, making sure youâre comfortable at all times, when heâs pleasuring you so perfectly. Moans are soon filling the room, as his name spills from your lips one too many times. The two of you know that neither of you might last that long but then youâll just go for another round later, right?
âFuckâ youâre so big,â you let out, clenching around his cock.
Your best friend has your legs positioned over his shoulders by nowâthe angle helps him to pound even deeper into you and brush that spot again. You feel your brain shut off, all the thoughts and anxieties running far away, when Chris has you like this, when he takes care of your body like youâve deserved all this time.
âShh, itâs okay, baby,â he reassures you with a whisper. âI know you can take me. I know you can be a good girl for me, yeah?â
Oh, fuck. Although your brain has turned into mush, these few little words still manage to make your mind go absolutely crazy. You clench around him another time, your mouth parted, as you stare up at him.
âYeah, just like that,â he praises you. âSuch a good girl, such a slut for my cock, hm?â
You tighten once again when you listen to his words, getting even closer to that sweet relief.
âS-So⊠youâre so good at this, Chris.â
He feels himself twitch inside of you, while your name leaves his lips. Who would have thought that his praise kink is just as severe as yours?
Chris decides to bring one of his hands near to where your bodies meet. His fingers are back on your clit, just like his tongue was earlier, as he starts playing with you.
Itâs inevitable. You canât hold back any longer. A pathetic little âpleaseâ leaves your lips before you hear Chris chuckle while he adds a âgo onâ and âbe a good girlâ.
Thatâs all it takes for you to reach your second orgasm of the night, as you cum all over his cock. You cry out his name like a mantra and Chris realises that this is the sweetest melody his ears have ever witnessed. You look so utterly beautiful like this.Â
He feels himself getting closer too, which isnât surprising when youâre tightening around him like that. Thereâs a thought on his mind that he wants to let free, a dark desire thatâs burning on the tip of his tongue.
So, he decides to just speak it out loud, âCan I cum inside of you, hm? Need to breed you and pump you full of my seeds, baby.â
Fuck. Heâs gonna be the death of you.
âChrisâ pleaseââ is all that makes it past your lips.
The idea of his cum seeping into your tight hole, running out of you and down your thighs is an image that has been appearing in your dreams or during lonely nights way too often.
âBeg a little more, come on. Be a good girl for me,â he encourages you, ignoring the fact that he wonât last any longer.
âBaby, please,â you continue, âI need you so much⊠please fill me up with your cum, Iâd look so pretty, wouldnât I?â
Chris rolls his eyes to the back of his head, as he picks up his pace, âShitâ youâre something else, princess.â
Shortly after, he does exactly what youâve been asking himâhot white spurts paint your walls, fill you up, when heâs reaching his climax. His breathing is heavy and so is yours when he comes to a halt.
Your eyes lock with his, before you begin to giggle. Chris places a gentle kiss on your forehead, staying inside of you.
âI love you so much, Y/N,â he whispers.
âI love you too⊠so much.â
đ€ AUTHORâS NOTE: to anyone who relates to the fatherâs and readerâs relationship a bit too muchâplease know that you are so so loved and deserve all the best, nothing of this is your fault and I love you. Thank you so so much for taking the time to read this. Maybe it could bring you a little comfortâit did for me, while writing the story. Please consider leaving a comment and reblog if thatâs the case! You can also share your kind feedback with me via asks or DMs! Itâs what keeps us authors going, really. Have a great day and thank you for being here! xx
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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader
Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: ~30k | AO3
Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Friends With Benefits
Summary: Your ex is a cheating bastard who had been your only experience with sex (which he was absolute shit at). Getting back into the dating game was not what you expected, so your older brother's annoying best friend, Minho, decided to offer to show you the ropes on what it's like to have actual good sex.
Author's Note: This work was inspired by a request from @kyungpenguin33. This took longer than I expected because life hit me like a truck for a while. But hopefully, nothing slows me down for the next fic I have in store!
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âHe didnât even fucking deserve you anyway! Youâre too good for a guy that constantly smells like pickles and dick cheese.â Your best friend Tiffany blatantly carped as she sprawled out on your bed while mindlessly scrolling away on her phone.
You had just recently broken up with your boyfriend of three years and for some goddamned reason, Tiffany had to bring up the topic constantly. Apparently, once you get to college, boys decide they want the next, new thing. You just wished he would have ended things with you before he started fucking half of the âsorostitutesâ that were willing to open their legs for him.
You felt like a jug of milk. What was once a refreshing, healthy relationship, started to slowly become sour and curdled. You thought you two were in love, hence the long-lasting relationship, but you guess he saw the expiration date before you did.
It had been about a month since you ended things with him, yet here Tiffany was, rambling on and on about how she always knew your relationship âwas doomed to failâ and âemotionally toxicâ. You couldnât help but wonder, if she âalwaysâ knew that, why did she never say anything to you about it? Why did she constantly fawn over him? Why did she feel the need to whine about how she was âso jealous of you for snatching himâ?
Now, you loved Tiffany, you did. She was always there for you when no one else was. Even if she mostly acted as if you were a child and considered herself your influencer. You learned to look over it because, whatever she did, she did it out of love, right?
Thatâs what led you to invite her over to your house, well, more like your familyâs house because who the fuck can afford to live alone on campus as a broke college student these days?Â
Anyway, you were currently laying down on your stomach on the plush carpet of your floor with oodles of papers and textbooks spread around you while Tiffany, still on your bed, continued to berate you with nonsensical chatter.
âI knew he was a bad apple from the start, but I didnât say anything because I wanted to be a good friend and be supportive of you. And now what? This is where it got you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and slumped your head down into your hands. âI get it, Tiff. I should have seen this coming. But Iâve moved on nowâŠâ You wereâŠÂ partially telling the truth. â...and so should you. Iâm glad you care about me, but I donât even want to think about that douchebag ever again.â
She lowered her phone and raised an eyebrow at you that silently screamed âuh-huh suuuureâ, then she sighed deeply and returned to her mindless scrolling with a âhigher-than-thouâ look on her face.
âTiff, didnât you come here to study with me? We have finals in two weeks and a paper due in economics tomorrow.â You said while assessing her lax composure.Â
âOh, Iâve already gotten that taken care of. You really need to stay on top of that kind of stuff, ya know? Or else the next three years of your undergrad is going to be a disasteeeer~! Not to mention veterinary school after that!âÂ
You scoffed and returned your attention to the mounds of work around you. Here we go again with the whole âIâm more mature than youâ act. Itâs true that you really needed to pick up the slack, but you also knew that Tiffany was only at a marginally passing grade. She always half-assed her work.
The sound of a phone buzzing pulled your attention and you looked up to see Tiffany putting her phone up to her ear. âHeeey baby! Whatâs up?â You internally cringed from her zero to sixty babygirl voice. âRight now? Yeah! Totally free!..... Uh-huhâŠ.. Of cooourseâŠ.. Kay kay! Be there in a jiff! Love ya babe! B-byyyeeee.â You wanted to gag but quickly composed yourself when she returned her focus to you, sitting up from the bed as she spoke. âJayâs wanting to go out tonight so Iâmma bouce!â
You wanted to say âwhy did you tell him you were free if you were obviously here for me?â But you decided to just let it go. You weakly nodded your head. âKay, have fun.âÂ
âOh you know I will.â She said in a suggestive tone. She basically skipped away but stopped with her hand on your bedroom door handle. She turned back to you with a brazen smile. âLike, I know weâve only been dating for, like, a week, but my god that man is way better in bed than my last boyfriend was.â She spoke quietly as if someone would hear her gossiping in this completely empty house.
âWho, David?â You engaged ruefully, not quite sure which poor soul you friend was preying on this time.
âNo, silly! Itâs Mark! David was the one I dated before Chad and Chad was the one before Mark.â She giggled bubbly.
You chuckled. âMan, you really know how to pick âem, huh?â
She rolled her eyes and looked at you pitifully. âI canât help it that I have standards that these guys canât live up to!â She released the doorknob momentarily and began to look quizzical. âNow that I think about it, maybe I could hook you up with Jackson! He was one of the better ones!â She declared jovially while pulling out her phone again. âPlus, someone needs to show you what a good fuck is like now that your previous old scrotum has moved onâŠâ She rambled as she searched through her phone.
You sprung up from the floor like lightning and rushed over to her. âNononono, Tiff. No matchmaking, please. Especially not with your sloppy seconds!â You pleaded while holding her arm pathetically.
âToo late, love! Already sent your number to him! Youâll thank me later, trust me.â She winked at you and gave you a peck on the cheek. âLove ya lots! Lemme know what he says!â When she turned to the door and opened it, both of you were startled out of your skin to see a man with sandy blonde hair holding his hand up as if he was about to knock on the aforementioned bedroom door that was now wide open.
Lee Minho.
Why this motherfucking bane of your existence was here, knocking on your door, you didnât know. But your focus was shifted by the bubbly giggle of your best friend. âOh my god, Minho! I didnât know you were here! Why didnât you come and say hi to me??â Her exuberant voice rang loudly.
Your best friend was a serial flirt and everyone knew this, but it still pained you to watch it unfold firsthand anyway. Especially to the man she knew to be a close family friend.
âUhhh, actually I came here to see your friend.â He awkwardly stated before he turned to you with a big, annoyingly cocky smirk. âHey there, kitten.â
You just grumbled and pushed past him and grabbed Tiffanyâs arm to see her out.Â
As you two retreated, Tiffany hollered over her shoulder to him. âI hope weâll cross paths on campus later! Bye, Minho!â You heard Minho reply with a faint âbyeâ as you ushered her out with a quick hug goodbye.
Now, here's the thing you need to know about Minho, you donât hate the guy, you just find his existence to be extremely annoying.
Lee Minho was your two-year-older brotherâs best friend since you were in middle school. For as long as you could remember, Minho was a constant visitor at your house. He was always treated like family by your parents and that had never changed over the years. However, when your brother decided to study abroad and Minho wanted to stay at home and go to the nearby community college, you figured he would slowly drift away.
Nope. Why would you think such a thing? You already knew it was his life goal to be a pain in the ass.
That motherfucker would come to your place weekly, almost even several times a week, just to hang out with your family. For some reason, you were the only one who found it weird because your parentâs welcomed him with open arms like he was a part of the family. Even going as far as giving him the key code to the house! It wasnât like he had a bad relationship with his parents or anything, he had a wonderful family! Which just made it more annoying when he would come around.
You couldnât really figure out just why he got under your skin so much, he just did.
Which is why, when you shut the front door behind you and turned back inside to see a smug grin stretched across his unreasonably handsome face, you felt the urge to just go ahead and punch the pretty off of it. âMom and Dad are out of town right now. Youâll have to come back next week to annoy me.â You said scathingly as you marched back to your room.
You could already feel yourself tense up when he turned to follow you. âWell, whatâs the fun in that if I can just annoy you now? Just âcause your big broâs gone doesnât mean you can get rid of me that easy.â You dropped back down to the floor where your circle of stress resided and he plopped down onto your bed, immediately making himself comfortable on it as if it were his own damned cotton duvet he was sprawled across.
You snapped your head at him. âDo you have any particular reason to be here other than to drive me up the fucking wall with your shit?â You gave your deadliest glare, but that just seemed to amuse him further.
âNo, thatâs about it. Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? Plus I would never be opposed to⊠what was it you said? âDriving you up the wallâ? Sounds like a really fun challenge to me.â His smile was evil and you hated that it made him look even more attractive.
You scoffed in disbelief and returned to your notes. âGreat. I feel honored to have warranted your undivided attention.â Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. âWell, if you have nothing better to do, at least keep it zipped up while I study for my finals.âÂ
âOh? You sure you donât want me to zip it down instead? You might find something even harder than those finals there, kitten.â You shot daggers at him with your eyes but his suggestive smile remained all the same. This motherfucker⊠did he really just say that?
This was a norm between the two of you. He would teasingly make lewd or flirtatious comments to you and you would always tell him to kindly fuck off. You never truly had any malice to your words and he knew this. So, the playful banter continued.
âORÂ I might find myself with an outrageous hospital bill after I shove your testicles so far up into your ass that you choke on them.â Your voice was saccharine sweet as you openly threatened him. It was as if you were a well-behaved waitress that would spit in his pudding spitefully.
He didnât miss a beat. âSorry, babe. Iâm not into the whole cock and ball torture kink. Maybe we can explore what you like instead?â
You hoped he didnât notice the red tint to your ears as you muttered expletives under your breath. âWhat Iâd like is for you to shut the hell up and let me STUDY.â You obviously sounded absolutely done with his playful banter and he finally relented.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. âFine. Fine. Iâll leave you be this time, kitten.â He stood up from the bed and crouched down in front of you, flicking the edge of the textbook you were scanning over. âBut if you ever need help with any of this, let me know.â
You just hummed your response, opening your laptop in front of you and refusing to make eye contact as he reluctantly slunk away from you and out of your house.
When you heard the front door shut, your head dropped from your shoulders to hang in front of you as you groaned. Why, just why, did you both end up wanting to be veterinarians? He constantly made fun of you, saying, âoh, itâs so cute how you want to follow in my footsteps!â or âyou chose this major to be closer to ME, didnât you?âÂ
UGH.
And that stupid smug face of his he made when you had finally declared your major was on a constant loop in your brain. He only called you that stupid nickname because you had rescued a cold and starving kitten on the side of the road when you were in high school and he named you that because thatâs what made you find your dream of becoming a vet.
You were IN LOVE with your little Boots. Not to be mistaken for footwear, you named your kitten Boots because she was entirely black except for her four white paws. She was your number one emotional support after your breakup and you had no clue what you would do without her.
As if on cue, Boots casually walked into your room, licking her chops (most likely just finishing demolishing her food bowl like the little piggy she was), and nonchalantly plopped down right on the entirety of your keyboard as if it was her own personal heating pad.
âBoo-baby! Iâm working!â You made no move to do anything about it because when cats demand your attention, itâs a crime not to comply. She just stared back at you with an adorable slow blink and your hand moved on its own to start petting her.
Her purring instantly started easing your mind and a fond smile bloomed on your face involuntarily. Slowly, her soft fur and soothing sounds washed away your worries. You felt the stress of school turn into confidence that you knew what you were doing and a reminder that your grades have been awesome. You felt that the annoyance of the people in your life, your ex, Tiffany, Minho, well⊠they didnât really matter in terms of you living your own life.
This is your emotional support. Your precious Boots.
Without any words spoken or her even knowing what was going on, she knew when you were suffering. And she always made it her job to help you. Thatâs why it hurt your soul to meet people who say they hate cats because they are âevilâ or âassholesâ.
Okay, yeah, they definitely can be assholes, but they arenât inherently evil! They just have unique⊠personalities. It takes time and love to earn their trust, but when you do, the bond is like a special gift that is only reserved for you.
It was at that moment when you were lost in your thoughts that your phone buzzed. When you unlocked your phone, you saw a text from a random number.
Unknown Number:
Hey, is this Tiffanyâs friend?
You:
Yeah, whoâs asking?
Unknown Number:
Hey, this is Jackson
We met a couple of times a while back
Tiffanyâs ex, remember?
You:
Yeah I remember
Look, Iâm sorry if Tiffany told u something weird
I know she had good intentions butâŠ
Please just ignore her lol
Sorry if she made u feel uncomfortable đ
Jackson:
Nah, Iâm not uncomfortable at all đ
Actually, I was kind of looking forward to talking to u
You:
Really?
Why tho?
Jackson:
I dunno đ
I know we only met a couple of times
But I remember u were pretty cool
Really cute too đ
You blushed a bit and found yourself kind of nervous. It felt like it had been ages since you were single and you just kind of forgot how to interact with guys that were interested in you⊠but you were kind of excited that someone was into you. Even if you felt like an utter twat trying to think of a response.
You:
Really?
Ur not so bad urself đ
Jackson:
Oh yeah?
I know me and Tiff used to date and all butâŠ
I was kinda excited to hear that u were available
You didnât know if you wanted to thank Tiffany or strangle her.
Jackson:
I was wonderingâŠ
U have any plans for tomorrow night?
Okay. Keep it cool. Donât be weird.
You:
I have class until 6
But after that Iâm free
Jackson:
Nice, u wanna go to Sideways with me?
I hear theyâre giving people one free shot tomorrow
You werenât a huge fan of the local bar, too many college students and not enough dancing, you were more into the nightclubs where you could just dance to your heartâs content while blending into the crowd. Plus, who takes a girl to a bar for a first date? But you werenât about to tell him that, so you figured one night wouldnât hurt.
You:
That sounds like fun
Count me in
Jackson:
Awesome! Itâs a date, then! đ
Iâll pick u up at 8?
You:
Sounds good!
See u tomorrow! đ
Jackson:
Bet, see u then
You screamed internally and looked at Boots. âHoly shit, Boo-Boo⊠What the fuck am I doing?â She just stared at you blankly, deciding she was bored with you now as she stood to stretch dramatically before she hopped up on your bed to make herself comfortable there instead.
You tried not to spiral into anxiety but this would be the first date you had been on after your breakup. You had no clue how to act or dress or not seem like a meager airhead that spends her Saturdays watching anime and cuddling her cat in bed wearing nothing but her panties and an oversized graphic t-shirt.
âŠYeah you desperately needed assistance. You just prayed that Tiffany would be available to help.
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âNot this⊠ew, no⊠oh GOD definitely not!â You just sat at your small vanity while Tiffany was raking through your closet to find you something to wear.
Classes were a lot less stressful that day than you had imagined and Tiffany was more than eager to help you get ready that night. You were thankful that you had a good amount of time to get ready because Tiffany was being super picky. Like, she looked like a fucking hound dog sniffing out anything that seemed even remotely designer.
âDo you have ANYTHING sexy in here?! I feel like Iâm browsing through the clearance section at GAP!â
âHey!â You knew she was kind of right, but she didnât need to point it out so blatantly!
âWhat? Itâs true!â
You huffed. Your ex never really took you out on fancy dates so you never really had the need for anything other than everyday clothes.
âWell excuse me for not dressing like fucking Kim Kardashian at the Met Gala!â She just crossed her arms and raised a brow in a âcome at me, bitchâ kind of way. You sighed in defeat. âIf I have anything remotely suitable, itâs probably buried in the backâŠâ
You turned around to your mirror to continue with your hair and makeup, which was a whole other challenge in itself. You were already basically finished but you decided to be meticulous because, why not? Your new first date since high school should take at least a little effort, right?
âWell itâs not anything near perfect, but this will have to do.â You turned back to your friend laying out one of your black, tighter-fit dresses. âWhere are your heels?â
You stood up and walked over to assess the dress. You hoped you could still fit in it, it had been forever since you wore it. âI canât wear heels, remember? I would legitimately break an ankle if I stepped on anything that wasnât even a tiny bit of flat ground. And even that is not guaranteed to keep me upright. Heels on me are just a hospital bill waiting to happen.â
She looked crestfallen. âOh right, I forgot youâre clumsy as fuck. Those weak ankles will be the death of you, I swearâ You giggled, knowing she was completely accurate in that statement. She hummed as she assessed your limited amount of shoes. âI suppose these strappy Mary Janes would look cute. Not necessarily the sexiest, but they will suffice.â
You had already stripped and were about to put the dress on when she stopped you.Â
âYouâre not going to wear that underwear, are you?â You looked down at your plain, black cotton bra and panties and shrugged.Â
âYeah, why not? Black works pretty well, no?â
She rolled her eyes. âYou donât have anything sexier?â
âWhy? Itâs not like Iâm guaranteed to fuck him on the first date.â You stated as you grabbed the dress.
She grabbed it back from you with an incredulous face. âAre you serious?â She put the dress back down on the bed and grabbed you by the shoulders, donning her typical expression of looking down at you as if you were a child. âHoney. Now I know you havenât dated in a while, but when a man takes you for a night out at a bar, heâs wanting to do the nasty, bump uglies, go home for ramen, Netflix and chill, beat that pussââ
âAlright! I get it! I get it!â You interrupted before she could plant any more images in your head. And really? For a first date? At this point, you really did feel out of the loop. You had only had sex with one guy, were you ready to go that far with a guy you barely knew?
âWell⊠Iâm just gonna play it by ear⊠if he doesnât like my underwear, he can go milk his monster by himself.âÂ
She sighed and stepped back, rubbing her temples. âFine, but if that happens, donât come whining to me and asking for more hookups.â
You didnât even want this hookup in the first place! You had to internally hold yourself back from throwing a bitch fit and just forced yourself to calmly reply withâ âOkay, Tiff. I wonât.â
She looked smug for some reason and you slid your way into the tight dress. âEw! How is there already so much cat hair on it?!â She whined, trying to pat the hair off your ass.
âI have a cat, Tiff. Cats shed. You know this.â She looked annoyed and retrieved the lint roller from your nightstand.
When she finished rolling all the hair off you and you put on your shoes, she had you spin to assess you. She sighed. âWell, youâre no Audrey Hepburn, but at least youâre giving the right vibes.â
It was at that moment you both heard the front door open. Your parents were still on their anniversary trip so there was only one person it could beâŠ
âMinho! Weâre in here!â You quickly shushed your best friend, but the damage was already done. The door to your bedroom opened and Tiffany immediately walked over to grab him by the arm. âOhmygod, perfect timing!â She was wrapped around his arm like a monkey and he looked slightly awkward until he looked at you. âLook at my masterpiece! I mean, probably not a masterpiece, per se. Especially with the limited resources I had to work with, but isnât she great?!â
He was frozen next to her as he looked at you. âY-yeahâŠâ He seemed to snap out of it and he returned with his usual cockbox smirk. âWhatâs got you all dolled up, gorgeous?â
âNone of your goddamned busineââ
âSheâs got a hot date tonight! Like super hot.â Tiffany cut your scathing remark off.
Minhoâs smile slightly faded and you rolled your eyes. âOkay, letâs not get carried away, Tiff. Heâs a good-looking guy you decided to force upon me, thatâs all.â
âOh donât give me that, bitch. I know youâve already thought about fucking him ten ways to Sunday and back!â I mean with all the talk of fucking the man, how could you not imagine it?
You figured spit boxing was no use and, as if fate was on your side, Jackson texted you to tell you he was here. You huffed at the pair and grabbed your clutch purse. âWhatever, I have to leave anyway. Just lock up when you decide to leaveâŠâ You marched past the two and straight for the door before you felt a hand grab your wrist.
âHeyâŠâ You raised a brow at Minho who had broken free from Tiffanyâs iron grasp. âBe careful, okay? You have my number so call me if you need anything, yeah?â
You felt goosebumps and brushed off his hand. Was this Lee Minho being serious for once? What was the world coming to? âYeah. Okay, whatever.â
And with that, you walked out the door, leaving Tiffany in your house alone with Minho. For some reason that just didnât sit right with you. Why though?
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The date was going⊠not as well as you expectedâŠ
The car ride was nice, he made pleasant conversation and he was super flirty. But when you guys got to the bar, Jackson ran into some of his guy friends and ended up getting absolutely wasted. However, he did keep you close to his side the whole time. Maybe a bit⊠too close?Â
He had his hand around your waist the entire time, keeping you pulled close to him, and he paraded you to his friends like you were a fucking strumpet and they quickly seemed to take a liking to you as well. He had then decided to take you out back because he and his friends wanted to smoke.
âYou want one, gorgeous?â Jackson offered you a cigarette and you declined.
âNo thanks, I donât smoke.â You decided not to mention that you thought smoking was absolutely repulsive and gave you the urge to blow chunks. However, you remained vigilant in your composure.
âOh câmon, you donât wanna try?â His buddy said across from you, absolutely sloshed.
âIâm good, thanks.â You couldnât hide the disgust in your voice and there was a lull in their conversation.
One of the taller, beefier friends of Jackson spoke up. âThatâs a real pretty girl you got there, Jax.â He tilted his head to address you. âYou got any friends, darlinâ?âÂ
Before you could answer, most likely to tell him to kindly fuck off, another man spoke up. âOr maybe Jackson wouldnât mind sharing.â You immediately felt chills wrack your body. You didnât know these men⊠you didnât know what they were capable ofâŠ
They all laughed and you looked at them with disgust. You turned to Jackson and spoke quietly in his ear. âCan we talk?â
He looked at you with a lopsided grin and pulled you back inside, winking to his friends as he closed the door behind him. He led you to a quiet hallway next to what looked like the barâs stockroom. You felt his hands move to your hips as he pressed you up against the wall. His hands roamed up and down your sides, making your skin crawl, as he looked down at you with hunger. âKay, baby. Letâs talk.âÂ
Without any further indication, he started hungrily kissing you. You didnât want to not reciprocate, but the man was all tongue and it kind of made you sick to your stomach, especially with the taste of cheap beer and smoke lacing his spit. You gently pushed his chest, but he refused to back away. You moved your head to the side to escape his mouth, but he just continued to kiss down your neck.
âJackson! I really just wanted to talk!â You tried to reason while he continued.
âWe are talking, babyâŠâ He growled against your skin.
You had lost your patience when he started groping your ass. At this point, you found yourself pushing him, hard. âGet the fuck off me, Jackson! I want to go home!â
He froze in place, and when he stood back up straight to look down at you, he looked pissed. âWhat the fuck, bitch? You come out drinking with me, cling to me all night with this sexy little black dress, and then get pissed from a little kissing?!â He looked really pissed off and you wondered why in the world would your best friend hook you up with this guy. âYouâre just a fucking cunt tease. Find your own ride home.âÂ
And with that, he stormed back into the throes of the bar. You were speechless.
âFind your own rideâ?! It was already past midnight! Public transit had already finished their routes for the night, your parents were out of town, and you couldnât afford an Uber! There was only one other option and you really really didnât want to have to resort to it.
You angrily stormed out of the bar and pulled out your cell phone. Here goes nothingâŠ
The dial tone only rang once before you heard the receiver. âHello?â
You took a deep breath to calm yourself before you responded. âIt literally pains me to say it, but I need your helpâŠâ
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You stepped into the sleek, white KIA sedan and buckled up, refusing to look at the driver. You could feel his stare on you, but you really didnât want to have to explain this whole embarrassing experience to him.
âI donât even get a hello? So cold.â The teasing lilt in his voice made your blood boil, but he was doing you a favor, so you felt the need to indulge him.
You turned your head and donned a sickly sweet smile. âHello, Minho.â Your smile instantly dropped when you looked straight forward again, waiting for him to get the fuck on with it.
âOh, what lovely company you are! You should call me more often to come pick you up at 1 oâclock in the morning!â He said as he began to drive away from the front of the bar.
He had a point. This was actually a really big favor he was doing for you and you were being a raging bitch about it. You grumbled in frustration that you were forced to be grateful to this man. It was silent for a moment before you forced yourself to say something. âIâm sorry, MinhoâŠâ
You watched as he side-eyed you. âFor?â He seemed to be genuinely at a loss for what you were talking about.
You felt the stress from the situation cause your inhibitions to falter. âIâm sorry for being an ass to you instead of thanking you for your help. Iâm sorry that I was naive and thought that I would be able to go on dates like a normal person so soon after ending my three-year relationship. And Iâm sorry to myself for being an idiot and letting that douchebag and his friends treat me like a whore and then let him kiss and touch me even though I didnât want it!â Your voice became more and more upset the more you rambled on.
Minho full-on looked at you now. âHe touched you?! Without your consent?!â He was visibly pissed and you couldnât fathom why. âWho the fuck is this guy? Tell me his name. Does he go to our college? I swear, Iâll go full Bruce Lee on his ass.â
âCalm down, Nancy Drew. Itâs over and done with. Iâm never going to see that twat-waffle ever againâŠâ His death grip on the steering wheel slowly relaxed, as well as the tension that was rising in the air.
It was silent for a moment and then you suddenly heard chuckling coming from the man beside you. âWhat?â You were about positive you were about to get miffed at him again.
âDid you really just say âtwat-waffleâ?â He asked while laughing.
You wanted to respond with something more defensive, but you couldnât help but find his amusement contagious. âWhat? Thatâs what he is!â You involuntarily giggled through your words. âSeriously though, if thatâs what guys are like nowadays, I might as well say goodbye to my sex life because thereâs no way Iâm dating that kind of trash! Not to mention that most men are incapable of making a girl climax anyway so that makes it even harder to find someone to date!â Shit⊠maybe you had one drink too manyâŠ
âHey! Not all guys are like that!â He looked at you in mock offense. âIn my book, if a guy canât get a girl to cum, he doesnât deserve to either.â
Your giggles turned into full-bellied laughter. âI canât believe Iâm having this conversation with my brotherâs best friend! Donât tell me youâre going to join Tiffany in gossiping about my ex too!â
His smile vanished. âWhy? That asshole doesnât deserve a single breath of air let alone a whole conversation about him. He deserves to be left forgotten and the world will be better off because of it.â Minho had lost all humor at the mention of him and he spoke to you dead-serious. âYou deserve to be with guys better than him. Better sex than him too from what it sounds like.â
You scoffed. âYeah well, unfortunately, he has the only dick Iâve ever known. I donât even have anything to compare him to, the bastard.â
He finally pulled up in front of your house and cut the engine. âYou could compare him to me. Someone who actually knows what heâs doing.â
You started cracking up, but your laughter slowly faded when you realized he wasnât laughing along with you. Wait, was he serious? Surely not⊠Your face morphed into one of perplexity. âYouâre joking, right?â
âDo I look like Iâm laughing?â He raised an eyebrow and looked as if he was challenging you. âPersonally, I think you need to explore your likes and dislikes with someone whoâs willing to be your guinea pig. We already know each other well, meaning I like to believe you trust me more than a random hookup. So, the way I see it, it makes sense that I would be better fit to show you what itâs supposed to be like before you go chasing guys that would probably end up like that, quote-unquote, âtwat-waffleâ.âÂ
He said while using his hands to motion his quotations, immediately opening the driver-side door and stepping out of the car before you even had time to process his words.
You had short-circuted and you were frozen in your seat as if you were glued to it. Hundreds of images, ones that you never thought in a thousand years would have crossed your mind, began flitting through your brain. You quickly came to your senses and ran after him as he began unlocking the door to your house.
âIf this is just one of your stupid tricks, itâs not a very funny one, Minho. Itâs actually really fucking shitty to joke about.â You declared, furious and defensive as the two of you stepped inside.Â
He huffed and turned around to face you in the entryway. He looked slightly annoyed. âLike I said, not a joke. If you donât want to and you think Iâm crazy for even offering, then you can go back to dating douchebags who fuck like jack-rabbits just to leave you unsatisfied and I can go back to enjoying the fun task of annoying the hell out of you. No harm done.â He smirked as he walked off with a shrug to head toward the kitchen.
What the actual fuck was he thinking? How did he even come to this conclusion? No, why did he even want to fuck you in the first place? âYouâre right, I do think your crazyââ He turned back to you, now holding a fresh glass of water, with a complacent expression plastered on his face. â...butâŠâ You took a second to look at him. Really look at him.Â
It had always pissed you off that he looked like a fucking Greek god with absolutely zero effort. He was cocky and proud and knew just what to say to get what he wanted. He was one of those people that, when you complimented him, would just agree with you and praise himself. He might have been the least humble person you had ever known.
Still⊠He wasnât precisely rude about it, he just had an insane level of self-confidence. You supposed he deserved to be proud. His face was naturally beautiful, but you knew he at least put in some effort. Before your brother left, he and Minho would hit the gym constantly. And, by looking at the chiseled-looking man in front of you, he never stopped. From his teen years to manhood, age definitely treated him nicely.
Okay, if you were being honest with yourself, you may or may not have pictured what might be under all that linen. He is a gorgeous man, after all. And as you stood there staring each other down, your eyes drifted to his lips. It had been so long since you had been touchedâŠ
You found yourself licking your lips and he reciprocated the action.Â
Minho suddenly walked up to you until he was inches from your face, looking down at you with an intense expression. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You bit your lip as you searched his eyes, looking for any sign of this being a sick prank. There was none.
âBut?â He questioned with a smirk and a raised brow, imploring you to continue your statement.
What is he doing to me? I must be going crazy⊠Shit shit shitâŠ
â...butâŠâ You sighed, dejected. âYou have to promise not to tell anyoneâŠâ You couldnât look him in the eyes as you said the words that seemed to escape on their own. You were even shocked with yourself for even entertaining the idea.
His face morphed into several different expressions simultaneously. Shock, hunger, eagerness, and anticipation colored his eyes, but he donned a collected appearance. âYouâre not drunk, are you?â He asked tentatively.
You looked at him in the eyes again with a scowl. You might have a bit of a loosened tongue, but you knew for a fact that you were nowhere near drunk. âIf I were drunk, I would have vomited on you for even asking.â
With your scathing remark, he returned to his normal irksome demeanor. He smirked and bent his knees a bit to be at eye level with you. âIs that so? Then maybe I should just go home? Since it is sooo beneath you to see what I can do⊠how good I can make you feelâŠâ He whispered so close to your face that you could feel his breath against your lips.
He brushed past you and headed toward the front door. You cursed yourself for what you were about to do, but the discussion was already leaving you needy as hell. âWait.â You said with irritation coloring your voice, refusing to turn around to face him. You heard his footsteps halt and you closed your eyes with a short, exasperated sigh. Still unable to face him, your voice was firm. âProve to me what you can do and I might be willing to use youâŠâ
You didnât have to look at him to know he was wearing an infuriating, triumphant smile.
He said no words, but you heard quiet footsteps grow near. As you waited in anticipation, you felt a shiver run down your spine when he gently swept your hair back off the side of your neck. You felt his breath against your ear before you heard his words. âMy pleasure, kittenâŠâ
First, you felt a single chaste and moist kiss be placed at the base of your jaw and you let out a shaky breath that you hadnât realized you had been holding. Your fists were clenched so hard you could feel your nails digging into your skin.
Next, you felt the feather-light touch of his hands start to creep from your sides, down to grasp your hips. His now firm grasp pulled your ass back to be flush against him and he continued his slow torture of gliding his moist lips up and down your neck, your hairs standing on end with the ghosting breath against your heated skin.Â
âTell me if you want me to stop.â You hadnât realized that your breathing had become heavier, but you heard his whispered words against your neck loud and clear. You didnât trust your voice, so you just responded with an aggressive nod.
You felt his teeth as he smiled against you and his thumbs started rubbing circles into your hipbones. You were feeling the dizzying effects of his touch and smell and your mind was racing with thoughts of what he was planning on doing to you. As he started kissing your neck with a bit more purpose, a sudden thought popped into your head. âN-no marksâŠâ
He hummed against your skin and you felt his tongue dip into your clavicle. âOf courseâŠâ His mouth started kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping just fervently enough not to leave marks and your breathing picked up as his hands started to wander. When he was sure that you werenât going anywhere, his hands started gliding up your stomach to just below your breasts.
He teased you, acting as if he were about to make a move to cup them, but his hands started gliding back down. You found yourself desperately wanting him to touch you as his hands smoothed down the fronts of your thighs until his fingertips reached the skin at the hem of your dress. Your heart was thumping when he groped your thighs and his thumbs circled around just the inside of your thighs over your dress.
His ministrations were painfully slow, from his continuous devouring of your neck to the teasing of his hands. He denied you further touch again as he moved his hands, still playing at the edge of your dress, around to lightly grope your ass.
You were about to snap and you couldnât take the teasing anymore. You spun around in his arms, obviously taking him off guard, and you didnât allow yourself to think as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stole his lips with your own. Holy shit⊠you were kissing MinhoâŠ
At first, he seemed to be shocked by your boldness, but soon he began to kiss you back with equal amounts of fervor. His lips were soft and plump and his tongue danced along with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You arched your body into him and he wrapped his arms around you, hands still tracing patterns down your lower back.
When he pulled you closer to him by your ass, you moaned into his mouth. You knew your panties were drenched and you were almost embarrassed at how quickly he managed to get you basically dripping for him. How could such a pestilent man affect you so intensely?
However, when he pushed you up against the wall and pressed himself against you, you could feel he was equally as affected. You hadnât realized you were shaking in his hold until you moved your trembling hands up to tangle in his blonde locks. âShit, MinhoâŠâ
You whimpered into his mouth and he shushed you. âShhh, let me take care of you, kitten.â He sealed his lips to yours again and you felt his hands grope your ass once more before gliding one of them down to the hem of your dress again. Only this time, when he moved to the inside of your thigh, he dipped his hand underneath your dress to tease the edge of your panties.
âOh fuckâŠâ He chuckled at your falsetto, whispered words and he returned to attacking your neck as his fingers moved over to rub circles over your thin underwear.
Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as he pleasured you in slow motion. You had no clue why being this frustrated from his teasing would turn you on so much. You tried to grind down on his hand, but he still only lightly pleasured you.
âM-Min⊠please. Oh god!â He pinched your clit over the material and chuckled when you jumped.
âTsk tsk tsk, so impatient.â He sighed against your neck before standing straight and looking down at you. âYou canât rush perfection, kitten. Iâm going to take my time ruining youâŠâ He pressed his lips against yours and you pulled him back by his hair.
âWell then take your time in my bedroom and not out here in the fucking hallway. I donât want Boots watching.â
The smile that grew on his face as he laughed at your statement made your head feel fuzzy. Then, before you knew it, you were in the air, quickly wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he carried you to the bedroom, your dress hitching up to your hips at the action. He shut the door behind him with his foot and he gingerly sat down on the bed with you still stradding him. âDo you want me to strip or do you want to do it for me?â He raised a brow (those damned sexy eyebrows) in question and licked his lips with a lopsided grin as he pulled you as close as humanly possible.
Gosh, this man was infuriatingly sexy. âArenât you supposed to show me what I want, mister expert?â You quipped as you rested your arms on his shoulders.
He flashed his teeth and leaned back slightly, stripping only his t-shirt off before returning his hands to rub up and down your bare thighs. Your ogling eyes were beyond obvious and he gently grabbed one of your hands. He moved your hand to glide from his bulging pecs down to his chiseled abs.
He released you and allowed you to keep mapping his skin out with your hands. You wanted to lick him all over and trace every vein and crevice on his body. You found the courage to latch your own lips to his neck now and he hummed contentedly. You found yourself involuntarily grinding against the bulge in his sweatpants and he groaned.
His hands that had returned to your ass moved up to the back of your neck and one of them found the zipper on the back of your dress. You were shivering with excitement as you felt your back being exposed slowly to the chilled air and his hands felt like they were on fire as they caressed your bare skin.
However, instead of stripping you completely, his hands moved back to your thighs to creep up under your dress again, halting your movements. Your anticipation had stopped your mouth against him and you began panting into the crook of his neck.Â
When he reached your panty line, his fingers deftly dipped underneath your underwear this time and you moaned into his skin when his fingers dragged through your folds. âSo wet alreadyâŠâ He whispered in your ear before grazing his teeth over the shell of it. He quickly flicked the pad of his thumb over your clit and you hugged him close with a gasp. âCan I taste you, sweet thing?â
You could almost cum from those words alone. Your ex refused to eat you out because he thought the idea of it was disgusting. This made you extremely self-conscious of having him, or anyone else for that matter, see you naked for too long. However, Minho had you wound up so tight that the coil in your stomach was bound to snap at any moment and you really wanted to take him up on his offer.
You pulled back and looked back into his eyes which were black with desire. âY-you⊠you want to do that?â The disbelief in your voice was apparent and you moaned when he shallowly dipped his finger inside you.
âFuck, more than anythingâŠâ He bit his lip and you held onto his shoulders as he pumped his finger in and out of you.
Sooner than you would have liked, he pulled his finger out and your breath shook when you saw him lick his finger clean.
âShitâŠâ He said with eyes closed in bliss. When he opened them again, they were filled with pure, carnal desire. In the blink of an eye, he had you on your back with your dress shucked off and thrown into the dark abyss that was your room.
It was dark, only the moon shining through your window illuminating the god-like man above you, so you werenât too terribly self-conscious. But with the way Minho sat there on his knees between your legs, staring down at you, it had you squirming a bit. Shit, maybe I SHOULD have worn sexier lingerie.
âGod, youâre so fucking gorgeousâŠâ His hands roamed over your thighs and drifted around to undo the latch of your bra. It quickly joined your dress and you cried out when his mouth was like a magnet to your nipples. I guess he doesnât care about the underwearâŠ
You couldnât control your hips as you rutted up into him, desperate for stimulation as your nipples were being abused. You had to admit, the man did wonders with his mouth, and the thought of that tongue between your legs had you whimpering.
Without removing his mouth from your nipples, you felt his fingers loop under your underwear. He finally relented his attack to free you of your underwear and your whole body went stiff as he lowered his face between your legs.
He must have noticed because he immediately halted and looked up at you. âIs this okay? Do you want me to stop?â You were pleasantly surprised that he was so concerned about your comfort.
âNo no, itâs okay! Itâs just⊠he never⊠Iâve never had anyoneâŠâ You were too embarrassed to say it out loud, but he seemed to understand.
âMan, heâs more of a piece of shit than I thoughtâŠâ You gasped when he kissed your inner thigh. âJust lay back and enjoy kitten. Iâll show you how itâs done.â And without further ado, he moved to hover over your entrance.
You shivered and your eyes closed in anticipation when you felt him blow his hot breath over your sensitive folds. And when you finally felt him⊠OH⊠MY⊠GODâŠ
You were incredibly grateful your parents werenât currently home because the moan you belted out was absolutely filthy. Your hands instantly flew to his hair and he had to hold on to your legs to keep you from crushing him between your thighs.
It was everything you wanted and more and you were feeling delirious from it. He had started by sliding his tongue through your folds from base to your clit and then he closed his puckered lips around the sensitive bead and sucked while circling his tongue around it. You were almost sobbing it felt so good. When you felt him insert a finger and find your G-spot, you went insane.
âHOLYFUCKINGSHITRIGHTTHERERIGHTTHEREOHMYGODYES⊠Please donât stop! Fuck pleaseâŠÂ Fuckyesyesyes! Donât stop! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaâ AHH!â You unexpectedly came with furious power and you could feel yourself soaking his face violently.
In the moment, you felt like you were in heaven, but when he popped up from in between your legs with his stupid ass smirk and your release dripping from his chin, you were mortified.Â
âOh my god, Minho, shit Iâm so sorry! Shit. Fuck! âŠThatâs so fucking embarrassingâŠâ You buried your face in your hands, so mortified you wanted to cry, and he immediately grabbed your wrists, pulling them away to show his befuddled expression.
âEmbarrassing? I thought that was the fucking sexiest thing Iâve ever seen anyone do!â He looked at you like you were crazy, but your face was still bright red. Apparently, he could even notice that in the moonlight because he then guided one of your hands to the crotch of his sweatpants to feel his erection. You gasped at the heat you could feel all the way through the thick material. He leaned down and growled in your ear. âDoes this feel like I thought it was embarrassing?â
You pressed your palm against him and he groaned in your ear. You were desperate to feel him inside you and you were suddenly bold enough to slowly dip your hand into his pants to palm him over his boxers.
âFuck⊠do you have condoms.â He said as his head dropped to your shoulder.
âY-yeah⊠top drawer.â You said motioning to your nightstand.Â
He hopped up and made quick work of removing his sweatpants and boxers. Holy shit. Either your exes dick was super small or Minhoâs dick was super big because the difference was catastrophic. When he knelt between your legs again, condom in hand, he must have gauged your expression. âEverything okay?â You could hear the humor leaking through his restrained voice.
Your blood was indubitably boiling. Itâs just not fucking fair to be so fucking perfect. Just more grounds for him to be cocky as hell. You cleared your throat and looked to the side. You had to say something because, honestly, you were genuinely uneasy about it. âItâs justâŠâ You side-eyed his beautiful dick again. â...I havenât⊠I donâtâŠâ You sighed in frustration, not knowing how to say it.
He began patiently stroking it. âThe suspense is killing me, kitten.â He smiled sarcastically and you stared daggers up at him.
You huffed and looked away again, eyes involuntarily snapping to his dick again for a half second. âLike⊠how do you know it will fit? I mean yourâs is like wayâŠâ You peered up at his face which was trying desperately to not erupt in laughter. You sat up and shoved him. âIâm serious, asshole! That thing is terrifying!â
He had exploded and your push caused him to collapse on the bed in hysterics. He was holding his stomach in pain from how much he was laughing and you glared at him.
âFine! If itâs such a joke to you, then whatever! Now, if youâll excuse meââ You attempted to get off the bed, but in the blink of an eye, you were on your back again.
âNow now, letâs not throw a temper tantrum, little thing.â You shivered as he licked up the column of your neck. âNot only can I make it fit, Iâll make you beg for it.â He kissed your cheek before grinning down at you mischievously.
You narrowed your eyes at him. âProve it.â This one challenging statement had him instantly devouring your mouth as his hands eagerly roamed your body. You tasted a hint of yourself on his lips and you couldnât explain why that turned you on so much. He had you heated up again in no time, and when you felt two of his fingers slowly enter you, you moaned with his lower lip between your teeth.
He started pumping his digits in and out of you with blinding speed and it was almost too much for you. Involuntary âah, ah, ahâs fell out of your mouth when he moved his mouth to your nipples and your eyes clenched shut when you felt a third finger join the others. He slowed his pace so he wouldnât hurt you, but when you felt him insert a fourth finger, he knew exactly what to do to distract you from any discomfort.
He dug up into your g-spot again while his thumb circled your clit and you were shouting out expletives again. You were whining and thrashing and he sat back on his knees just to watch you fall apart. You felt another orgasm wrack your entire being, but your body screamed more, more, more. âMinho, fuck! Minho! Minho!â
âWhat is it, kitten? What do you want?â He gave you an evil sneer as he moved in inches from your face. You glared at him before you basically punched him with your lips.
âFuck me right this instant, goddamnit!â You shouted with your head thrown back when you released him, gasping for air.
He pulled back again and laughed. âAs you wish, your highnessâŠâ Your whole body slumped into the bed when he removed his fingers and you were panting from the intensity of the situation.
âWaitââ You snatched the condom from him, leaving him with a dumbfounded expression. âI wanna do itâŠâ You ripped open the package and threw the wrapper into the void, tentatively taking his unbelievable cock in your hand and looking up at his expression as you slowly stroked him.
He looked like he could cum any second from finally having some stimulation after holding back for so long. Before you knew it, you gave him a little kitten lick on the tip, collecting a load of precum, and watched as he visibly shivered. âFuck, kittenâŠâ He sounded almost like he was in pain. Watching his throat bob as he dry-swallowed gave you a longing you couldnât explain.
You decided enough was enough and you rolled the condom down his length before laying back and spreading your legs.
He bit his lip and his black eyes were devouring you, but he stopped himself as he hovered above you. âJokes aside, tell me if Iâm hurting you at all, okay?â
You felt your heart thump violently and you sensed an uncomfortable swirling in your stomach. Why was he being so nice to you? You swallowed the lump in your throat. âOkayâŠâ He smiled sweetly for once. âNow, for fuckâs sake, can you please just fuck me?âÂ
He cackled at your impatient remark and you gasped when you felt the heat of his tip poke at your entrance and he dragged it up and down your folds. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he hovered over you, watching you to assess your expressions, and he slowly sank into you. You furrowed your eyebrows in slight discomfort, but the delicious feeling of his hot tumescence dragging against your walls had you seeing stars.
You whimpered as he slowly entered and you were glad to see that he wasnât completely unaffected. His brows were furrowed as well and when he went as far as your pussy would allow, he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, keeping himself still as he breathed heavily. âShitâŠâ He mumbled.
âYeah⊠shitâŠâ You agreed as your fingers tangled themselves in his sandy hair. How did you get in such a situation to have Lee Minho buried deep into your sopping cunt? You both lay there trying to control your breathing while he remained motionless inside you. After the discomfort lessened and your desire grew, you started to squirm. âMinho⊠moveâŠâ
He began slowly grinding into you for what seemed like ages. And when you desperately rutted up into him, he wasted no time in receiving the hidden message. Immediately, he slowly pulled back and you felt him start to languidly place wet kisses across your collarbone. You cried out in ecstasy when you felt him expertly rock back into you.
His pace slowly started to increase and his kisses became more hungry as time passed. You pulled him up by his hair and made him lock lips with you, hoping that would stifle your moans.
It didnât.
You were whimpering into the kiss and his hips moved in a way that hit all the right places. He released your lips so he could grab one of your legs and hold it in the crook of his elbow. He then proceeded to snap his hips into you as if his life depended on it.
âFUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!â You cried out.
âTell me how good it feels, kitten.â He said between breaths, eyes searching your own.
âShit sofuckinggoodâ ah! Fuck! So good Minho!â You were just about sobbing now and you couldnât find it in yourself to give two fucks about the undoubtedly cocksure smile that painted his face.
âDamn kitten, youâre so fucking tight. That asshole has no fucking clue what he lost. Fuck!â He sped up his thrusts and you were clawing at his chest, unable to handle the raw pleasure he was bringing you.
This was the most incredible feeling you had ever had and your reactions were like you werenât even yourself anymore. One particular thrust had you screaming. âMINHOFUCKSHIT! DontstoppleaseMinhodontstop!!!â
âFuck, I would neverâŠâ He huffed and he seemed close as well with the way his rhythm stuttered and his thrusts became more powerful.
You came while screaming his name and he came while burying his face in the crook of your neck with an animalistic growl. He rode both of you through your orgasms and then gingerly pulled out so he wouldnât hurt you.
âWait here.â Was all he said before he stood, tied the condom, and walked across the hall to the bathroom. You couldnât move even if you wanted to. He returned with a washcloth and began cleaning you. Okay, he has definitely proved himself.
When he finished, he collapsed next to you on the bed with heavy lids, turning his head to look at you. You returned his gaze and sighed. âI guess I have a new guinea pigâŠâ
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Your economics class had just ended and you and Tiffany decided to grab some coffee and hang out in the campus courtyard before she went to her next course. Thankfully, you were free for the rest of the afternoon and you were desperate to get home and take a hot bath, maybe watch some porn, and take a well-deserved nap. âHonestly, Iâm pretty sure something was really wrong with him. Like, he could not hold a conversation for shit.â
You laughed at your friendâs ramblings about her latest breakup. âWait, so this one was Jay, right? The one you went out with after my place last week?âÂ
âYyyep, thatâs the one. Like I said before, the sex was amazing, but I need to date someone with an actual functioning brain.â She huffed and slurped down some of her drink that looked like a cupcake version of a coffee. âLike, how hard is it to find someone whoâs able to fuck me like a whore but talk to me like an adult?! Those men are, like, nowhere to be found!â An image of Minho slamming his cock into you flitted through your mind, but you quickly snapped out of it.
You just continued to laugh because you knew Tiffany dropped guys left and right all the time for the smallest things. âThereâs no such thing as a perfect man, Tiff. Might as well accept the truth.â
She grumbled and began to tie her hair up. You took a sip of your iced americano and arched your brow when your friendâs eyes lit up and she instantly took her hair back down and combed her fingers through it. She waved her hand in the air to someone behind you. âMinho! Over here!â
Oh noâŠ
You whipped your head around and, sure enough, the man was walking toward you two with that same annoying-ass grin. After that night almost a week ago, you sent Minho home with an awkward (and slightly sexually charged) goodbye when you decided to take a shower. Since then, the only communication you had with him was a simple exchange of texts the following day:
Minhođ:
How r u feeling today?
Sore? đ
KittenđŒ:
Why?Â
R u wanting me to leave u a Yelp review?
*Lee Minho: too cocky for his own good*
Minhođ:
Oh? So that WASNâT the best sex of ur life?
Could have fooled meÂ
I counted and⊠đ€
Do u want to know how many times u screamed my name?
KittenđŒ:
Ur fucking crazy
I have to go get ready
Later, psychopath đ
Minhođ:
Canât wait đ
âŠThat had been the last form of communication you had had with the man and you definitely felt like you needed to have a serious conversation with him. But you were NOT prepared to see him NOW!
You quickly spun back around and scrambled to pick up your phone to make it seem like you were doing something else other than having an internal panic attack. âItâs about time I caught you on campus! I was starting to think you were avoiding me!â You couldnât help but glance at your friend when she flirtatiously held his forearm when he reached the concrete ledge of the garden the two of you were sitting on in the courtyard.
âNo, not at all. Iâm actually glad I ran into you guys.â You refused to look up at him although you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.
âOh is that so? Well then join us!â She tugged on his arms and you closed your eyes, praying that he wouldnât accept.
âSure, Iâve got some time.â Your eyes immediately snapped open and you watched as Tiffany pulled him down to sit on the other side of her. You scowled up at him when he leaned forward so he could talk to you around her. âHey there, kitten. You seemed to be super interested in your home screen there.â
Tiffany giggled and you looked down to see that you hadnât even unlocked your phone in your attempt to look busy. You could feel the blood rush to your ears but you just shoved your phone in your bag and fixed your vision on the bustling students roaming the courtyard. âSo what if I am?â You tried to deflect the conversation. âWhy are you here anyway? Where is your normal posse of goons? The ones I actually like?â And by goons, you mean the infamous Chris, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix. There were Seungmin and Jeongin as well, but they decided to pursue the same path as your brother, but you still missed themâŠ
âOh, theyâre nearby. I told them to meet me out here when they were finished getting their coffee.â Of course they would happen to be here at the exact same time as you.Â
âThen why arenât you with them? Did you get lost?â You said as you finally turned to look at him with a sarcastic leer.
Fuck him for looking so incredibly gorgeous for no goddamned reason.
âNah. I saw you guys out here and I thought it would be fun to come annoy you.â He winked and your face twisted into a disbelieving scoff.
âOkaaaay, I think Iâm going to head to class early, babe. I see you two bicker too much anyway.â Tiffany stood up and said to you with a giggle, clearly trying to escape the awkward tension. âOh! And MinhoâŠâ She opened her backpack and ripped a scrap of paper off of her notebook, scribbling something on it and handing it to him. âWe never really exchanged numbers even after knowing each other for so long! So I thought Iâd finally give you mine.â She bit her glossed lips with a flirtatious smile that annoyed you for some unknown reason. âCall me any time.â
And with that, she strutted off to class. The man looked surprised but slipped the paper into his jeans pocket nonetheless. He smirked at you and you realized you had a disgusted look on your face. âAre you seriously wanting to bag my best friend now? Youâre disgusting.âÂ
Your gut churned as you looked away and you froze when you heard him scoot closer to you. âWhy? You jealous, kitten?â You could hear the smile in his voice and you scoffed, head turning in the opposite direction from him before turning back.
When you looked at him, he was a lot closer than expected and your breath hitched for a moment before you regained your composure. âAnd what, exactly, would I have to be jealous of?â You tried to sound firm, but you could feel a hitch in your breath in between words.
You could have imagined it, but you watched as his smile faltered just slightly before returning to its teasing appearance. âI dunno, you tell me. Afraid of someone playing with your pet?â
You had to turn away because looking at him was just too intense. You scowled at the concrete, an uncomfortable retching feeling building in your stomach from the topic. âYou can fuck whoever you want, Minho. Itâs not like I actually own youâŠâ You puffed out a half chuckle at the idea. You looked at him again and his smile, although still stretched across his face, was lacking in vibrance and color. âIâm just your friendâs naive little sibling that happens to have a pussy. You said it yourself, you offered yourself up to just be a guinea pig because Iâm inexperienced. Nothing more.â
Why did it make you slightly queasy to say that? It was the truth.
Now his smile had vanished entirely. âHey now, thatâs not true and you knoââ
âBaby girl!!!â Minho was interrupted by a man running at you full sprint behind Minho and a smile automatically stretched across your face. You immediately stood up and opened your arms as he crashed into you with a crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around with glee as the two of you giggled.
âOh my god, Jisungie! Itâs been so fucking long since Iâve seen you!â You giggled in his arms. âI know my brother isnât home these days, but, sheesh man, you know you can still call or text, right?â
âI know, I know. Iâm sorry, girly.â He made a pouty face as he set you back on your feet and held you by your shoulders. âBut I figured Min had been keeping you up to date.â He stated as said man stood up next to you with a grumble.
Jisung was a part of your brotherâs group of friends even though he was your own age. However, Minho and Jisung hit it off the most and they undoubtedly had the closest bond within the friend group. This being said, the two ended up being roommates once Jisung graduated high school, and, unless Minho was loitering at your house, the two were attached at the hip.
Unlike Minho, you and Jisung always got along swimmingly. Actually, you loved everyone in your brotherâs group except for Minho, which is why it was kind of a comical irony that you and Minho had ended up in your current situation. They all also knew your particular distaste for MinhoâŠ
As if reading your mind, the rest of the group soon followed Jisung as you could see them walking towards the three of you. Felixâs arrival was much like Jisungâs as he wrapped you in a huge hug and kissed you on the cheek.
âWhere the hell have you been, princess??â Changbin said as he came and ruffled your hair with the annoying title most of them had taken to calling you.
âBuried in my studies, thatâs where. As soon as I started here, I instantly regretted cramming most of my credits into freshman year.â You chuckled.
All three of the boys that were also in their freshman year, Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin, groaned in agreement. âTell me about it! I even signed up for the bare minimum and I feel like my life is crumbling. I donât know how you do it!â Hyunjin whined.
âBut itâll be worth it. I did the same in my freshman year and, now that Iâm in my senior year, I donât feel like Iâm killing myself just to graduate with my bachelor's.â Chris said from where he had his arm flung over Minhoâs shoulder as the younger man wore an artificial disgusted guise from the action.
âYou really do need to take it easy sometimes though, love. Youâll burn yourself out.â Felix said with a concerned smile as he played with your hair. Jisung had wrapped his arms around your waist from the other side of you and rested his head on your shoulder and you giggled at the two boysâ affection.
âI know, I know. I just want to make sure I can make it into Veterinary school after graduation.â
âWhich reminds me. WE were having a discussion so will you guysââÂ
âYou two?! Talking?! Without tearing each other apart?!â Hyunjin dramatically interrupted Minho as the group looked back and forth between you and him with befuddlement in their eyes.
âYes.â Minho said through clenched teeth with a scowl at the man who instantly recoiled. The feisty older blonde quickly pried Jisung off of you and eyed the youngerâs amused expression. âNow kindly fuck off, all of you vultures.â Minho continued as he grabbed your backpack from the ledge and wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist and briskly dragged you away.
âBye, princess! Iâll text you and we can all meet up sometime!â Chris bellowed at your retreating form.
âSounds good!â You waved at the five smiling men with your free hand and they all waved back.
Minho led you out of the courtyard and through a couple of buildings, finally leading you to a semi-demolished parking garage that was notorious for being unoccupied. When the two of you walked in, you saw his car parked in probably the only spot that wasnât in ruins.
âHave you gone completely brain-dead? Why are you parked in this dilapidated lot? You know they have much closer parking with way less risk of being squashed by rubble?â
He just shrugged as he opened the passenger door for you to get in and simply replied. âFree parking. And I donât mind walking.â
When he finally hopped in the driverâs seat and started driving you eyed him. âWhere the fuck do you think youâre taking me?â
âYou donât have class, right? I thought Iâd take you to mine. Make you some dinner as thanks.â
To his? As in his apartment?! âThanks for what? For letting you fuck me? Iâm pretty sure there was a mutual benefit there, Min.â
He puffed out a half-chuckle. âNo, you pervert. Itâs a thanks for trusting and listening to me the other night by giving me a call to pick you up when you needed me.â
For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up and you scoffed. âTrust might be an overstatement, but that was just because I didnât have any other choice.â He shot you a crooked grin at your snide comment.
âWell then, I suppose this is me thanking you for using me for yet another reason.â He winked at you and you turned your head to look out your window with a scowl and crossed arms when you felt your face turn bright red.
When you entered his apartment, it wasnât quite what you imagined. For some reason, you expected to see posters of half-naked women on the walls and trash everywhere. But, as far as you could see, the place was actually clean and decorated very nicely with spotless surfaces and the only thing that you could see that you had expected were the various game consoles by the TV. The typical fuckboy energy was noticeably absent.Â
There were two separate rooms on the left side of the large living room and a sizable bathroom close to the entryway. The kitchen was on the far wall with some pretty flowing curtains hanging from the windows surrounding it. The living area was directly left of the entryway in front of the kitchen with a large sectional couch and a cozy armchair.
His place wasâŠÂ really nice.
As he shut the door behind him and took off his shoes next to your own, he assessed your face as you looked around. âWhat do you think?â He almost sounded⊠hopeful?
You contemplated your response. âItâs⊠a lot more mature than I had expectedâŠâ You couldnât look at his face as you verbalized the semi-compliment, instead running your fingers over the soft leather of the couch and taking in the concentrated scent of pure Minho.
Why was that so appealing to you?
He chuckled behind you and you whipped around when you heard he was much closer than you had anticipated. âWell⊠thanks? I guess?â You cursed yourself when your eyes flitted down to his plump lips. And, judging by the shit-eating smile on his face, he knew.
However, instead of acting on it, he just walked around you into his open-floor-planned kitchen. âWhat do you want to eat, kitten? Canned tuna? Maybe with some warm milk?â He teased.
âHar, har. Youâre a comedic genius, asshole.â He just cackled at his own lame excuse for a joke. âI dunno, what do you have?â
He pressed his palms on the countertop of the island and leaned forward, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the prominent veins of his forearms. âI was thinking kimchi fried rice, does that sound good?â
You basically moaned. âOh god, my favorite.â
He flashed you a crooked smile. âI know.â And with that he simply turned around and got to work, leaving you caught off guard and a tiny bit flustered.
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âThat was probably the best kimchi fried rice Iâve had in my entire life.â You groaned from where you sat at the island counter, holding your stomach from how much you ate. âI feel like Iâm about to explode, though.â
He briefly lifted a brow at you over his shoulder from the kitchen sink where he quickly washed the dishes. âWas that a compliment I just heard?â
You flipped him off and he guffawed. âDonât flatter yourself, it was merely an observation.â
He wiped his hands off and moved to stand on the other side of the island from you. âDo you want some wine?â
You glanced at your phone for the time and saw it was already almost six. You thought for a moment and assessed the cute, pleading pout he donned. You rolled your eyes. âFine, itâd better not be shitty box wine though.â You eyed him speculatively.
He looked disgusted. âGross. Iâm not a Neanderthal, kitten.â He pulled out two wine glasses and sat them on the counter. âRed or white?â
You just stood and walked over to the living room to judge the comfort of his couch. âDonât care, surprise me.â
As you plopped down, you could instantly feel yourself being absorbed by the plush cushions and you groaned. You closed your eyes for one moment and listened to the pouring of the wine and the clinking of the glasses before he stood in front of you, setting the bottle on the coffee table and handing you a rich red wine. You claimed the glass, swirled it a bit, and sniffed before taking a sip.
The bitterness was perfectly complemented by the sweet and fruity undertone, an obvious decadent fermentation. This surely had to be an expensive red. âHoly shit, Min. What is this, Merlot? Pinot Noir?â You tried to look at the bottle from where the couch was swallowing you, but the label was facing away from you.
âCabernet actually. You like it?â He inquired as he sipped his own serving.
âItâs probably the best red Iâve ever had.â You savored another large swig.
He narrowed his eyes with a mischievous smile. âThe best food and the best booze? Iâd say Iâm a pretty good host.â
There he goes with the self-appreciation again. You rolled your eyes and continued to drink enthusiastically. âI would hardly consider this booze, Meanhoe. But donât worry, you still have time to screw it up somehow.â A sudden thought crossed your mind. âBy the way, whereâs Ji? He shouldâve been here by now.â
He just chuckled and refilled your empty glass, which you accepted eagerly. âI told him to stay at Chan and Changbinâs place tonight.â
You arched a brow at him. âYou told him to? And why is that?â You were inexplicably anxious as you guzzled your drink a bit. Shit, you were going to develop an alcohol dependency from being around this man.
A grin slowly grew on his face once he took a sip and sat his glass down. âI told him that I was having a pretty girl over tonight.â He was slightly leaning toward you, now biting his lip to tame his smile.
You were drinking more out of bashfulness now. You knew your face was flushed, but you tried to maintain your composure all the same. âHow presumptuous of you. Is that the only reason you invited me over? Am I just here so you can bag me and send me on my way?â Your stomach churned painfully at the thought. Itâs your fault anyway by agreeing to this mess.
His face fell and his eyes widened in panic. âWhat? N-no, Iââ
âBecause if thatâs the case, I think I should just leave now.â You chugged the rest of your glass and set it down on the coffee table.Â
He gently kept you seated by placing a hand on your bicep. You could feel his heat searing through your shirt. âKitten, no! Listen! Iâm sorry I said that. I really just wanted to make you dinner.â You eyed him hesitantly. âWe havenât talked much since that night and I mostly just wanted to get the chance to talk to you aloneâŠâ
In your rush to get up, you hadnât realized how close the two of your bodies had become. You were lost in his pleading eyes as you mumbled. âThen talkâŠâ You tried to sound begrudged, but your voice came off more wistful than you had intended.
His thumb stroked your bicep from where he continued to hold onto it and he sighed. âI know that the other night just kind of happened out of nowhere.â You bit your lip and blushed, memories of the night flooding your vision and making his grip on you seem more intense than it actually was. He sighed and released your arm, allowing your vision to clear a bit. âI wanted to apologize for what happened⊠I know youâve always hated me and I didnât mean to take advantaââ
âWhat? I donât hate you.â You blinked at him, bewildered. Yeah, you were always annoyed by him and were irritated by his constant overwhelming presence and teasing. But you wouldnât say you hated the man.
He looked at you perplexed. âBut I thoughtââ
You cut him off again by placing a delicate hand on his thigh and raising a brow. âMinho, just because I have a general distaste for your antics doesnât mean I hate you.â He gazed into your weary eyes for a moment and then looked down at where your hand was resting on his bare thigh where his shorts had risen from sitting down.
You were suddenly all too aware of how you had involuntarily leaned toward him, and you pulled your hand back as if you had just placed it on hot coals. You cleared your throat and sat straight again. âSo⊠you donât hate me?â His wry grin made your blood boil. Damn girl! When did you become so thirsty?
You scoffed and tried desperately to look anywhere but at him. âDonât get a big head Minho, you still are the most infuriating person I have ever met.â You pushed his shoulder and he cackled. Your lame attempt to hold back a smile was futile as you leaned back and let the couch envelop you once more. You lifted your chin to indicate the wine bottle on the table. âDo you have any more?â
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You had tears in your eyes as you cackled hysterically when Minho was telling you of the time he and Jisung had been forced to make out at one of their parties during a truth or dare game. He explained that the rest of the group was even more bashful than they were when it was all said and done.
âWhen we dared your brother and Felix to do the same, even though Felix didnât mind, your brother had to drink the nastiest assortment of cocktails just to get out of doing it. We teased him for months and Felix, to this day, threatens him with smooches.â
You had fallen over on his shoulder and clutched your stomach as it ached from the laughter. He couldnât control his own chuckle as he sat down his half-empty wine glass next to yours and the two bone-dry wine bottles on the table. Needless to say, you were pretty tipsy.
âWhat do you mean by make out though? Are we talking just swapping a bit of spit? Or were you full-on licking each otherâs tonsils?â You felt a lightbulb blink on in your head and you shot to sit up. âOoh ooh! Show me how you kissed him!â You puckered your lips and leaned toward him, still unable to contain your giggles. He looked startled momentarily and he leaned back to look between your eyes and awaiting lips before you saw the makings of a smile grow on him.
âOh, it would be my pleasure, kitten.â You watched the signature evil smirk on his lips and your breath hitched when his palm cupped your rosy cheek. Like a tiger, he pounced on you, making you lightheaded as he immediately intruded your mouth with his tongue.
He was relentless and you were struggling to keep up with his expert tongue as it roamed your mouth and he bit at your lips. His free hand wrapped itself around your waist and held you close as his lips pressed against you aggressively.
When he finally pulled back his hands and released your lips, you found yourself subconsciously reaching for him again. He looked almost as caught off guard with the kiss as you were. Your eyes were glazed over in a wild drunkenness on Minho that affected you way more than the wine had. His face abruptly turned serious when your hands wrapped around his shoulders and tangled in his hair to prevent him from retreating.
He searched your eyes and you found yourself feeling hot all over when he wiped away a stray tear that had escaped from your laughter just moments before the tension rose in the air. Before you knew it, you were surging forward and capturing his lips with yours once again.
He hummed in a surprised tone and returned his hands to your waist as you devoured him. Before long, you swung a leg over to straddle him and pulled yourself flush to him when the ache between your thighs became too strong.
He smiled against your lips but pushed you back by your shoulders. You glowered at him with a huff as he chuckled at your cute pout. âKitten, I told you this isnât why I brought you here. Not to mention the fact that weâve been drinking.â
Your arms that were still wrapped around him still tried to pull him infinitesimally closer and you basically growled like a cock-hungry animal in heat when he resisted. âI get that youâre trying to be polite, Minho, but I legitimately want the opposite of that right now.â His push wavered and you got close enough to whisper against his lips. âI want you to be disrespectful, Minho. I want you to be absolutely filthy.â
You briefly passed your tongue over his pouty upper lip and you could tell that his resolve was close to ruin. His closed eyes and the low rumble in his throat proved as much.
When he still refused to falter, you glared at him with a fire that could burn through his soul. Time to bring down the hammer. âPlease, Minho. You arenât likely to have me so shamelessly groveling for dick again.â You challenged and his eyes opened with a new darkness to them.
You slightly heard him curse under his breath and you were abruptly flipped over onto your back with the man between your legs, your hair splayed out against the velvety soft leather of the couch. âYouâre going to wish you hadnât requested me to be so rude to you, kitten.â He growled as he lewdly surveyed your body with his hands.
âTry me.â You dared him once again, already breathless.
He licked his lips and bit at his lower one as his eyes skimmed the bare skin from your ankles to your shorts. His hands roved over your legs slowly and the ache became even more prominent. You huffed in frustration.
âMinho! Get on with it!â
He looked down at you with an expression you had never seen before and you shivered when he grabbed your arms with blinding force and pinned them above your head. He whispered against your lips with malice. âYou want me to be disrespectful?â You pondered, but could only dumbly nod your head as a certain vibration racked your body, the sensation making you an airhead fuckdummy. âThen shut the fuck up, kitten. Or you wonât get anything tonight.â
You were speechless. You had no clue how frightening Minho was when he wanted to be and you knew that you had probably drenched your panties all the way to your shorts with how aroused you were getting. His grip on your wrists had you arching up into him and his bulge against your crotch had you panting.
He sneered and abruptly smoothed his tongue up the column of your neck all the way until he sucked your ear lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. You whimpered and spread your legs further to urge him to press closer.
To your dismay, he pulled his pelvis away from yours as if he knew exactly how much it would drive you mad. You groaned in frustration and glared up at the man smirking triumphantly above you when he wouldnât release his grip on your wrists. âFucking Lee Minho! Youâd better do something soon or Iâm just going to go home and take care of it myself!â
He moved a hand but refused to release yours as he held both of your wrists with the strength of the one that continued to pin your arms. âIs that so?â With his freed hand, he slowly traveled the back of his index finger in a feather-light touch down the center of your forehead. âBecause I donât thinkâŠâ His finger slowly cascaded down the arch of your nose and over the crest of your lips to continue its way down your neck, cleavage, and abdomen. â...that you can touch yourself the way I canâŠâ Well, shit.
His eyes that had been following the trajectory of his finger suddenly snapped back up to your face as he traveled his way down to the crotch of your shorts, sneaking up inside them from the leg hole and breaching your panties to just barely graze your throbbing entrance. Your brows furrowed and your voicebox had a mind of its own when it ripped out a desperate whine and a small âpleaseâ.
His eyes were dripping with lust and you watched as his tongue swiped over his delicious plump lips. âFuck, that word sounds so pretty coming from your mouth⊠Say it again for me, beautiful?â
The fog of red mist that blurred your vision and rationality slightly died down enough for you to remember to act annoyed with him. You just glared up at his dark irises in defiance.
He smiled wickedly, knowing precisely what you were playing at. âWanting to be a brat, are we?â His fingers, which were still playing with the edge of the crotch of your panties, retreated from your shorts entirely and you could have sworn you felt a frustrated scream rise in your throat.
âWait!â You whined and his hand paused on your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and resigned yourself to becoming a vulnerable bitch-baby tonight, too heated for any alternative. When you opened your eyes, you made sure they looked like hot embers that would burn through his self-restraint and, if the defenseless expression on his face had anything to say about it, you had succeeded. And to hopefully drive your efforts home, you sensually whispered. âMinhoâŠÂ Please.â
The last word came out in a broken whine and you inwardly congratulated yourself when you heard his breath hitch just the tiniest bit.
You werenât quite sure of the chain of events, but in the blink of an eye, you were thrown over his shoulder and carded away to somewhere else in the apartment. He moved so fast that before you could say anything, you were being thrown down onto a plush mattress and had hands fumbling with the button of your shorts.
When you lifted your hips so he could yank off all obstacles between him and your bare body, you sat up to quickly undo his own jeans. It felt like you couldnât get them off fast enough, hands shaking with anticipation. When both of you were finally stripped bare, he had you pinned down again with one of his hands and his other hand was already exploring your wet folds.
âFuck, youâre soaked.â He groaned against your lips and you could only whimper in response as he slid two fingers inside you and immediately curled them to find your sweet spot again. âYou want me to be disrespectful?â He questioned with a smile that pressed up against your panting mouth. When you nodded, he released your hands and crawled in between your legs. âThen Iâm not stopping until you beg for my cock.â
The fingers inside you immediately got to work and he sucked on your clit with a force that blinded you. âHOLY FFFââ You couldnât even finish the word as it got stuck in your throat from the overwhelming velocity he was working with to bring you to your first orgasm. Your hand involuntarily slapping and gripping the sheets with force.
Your jaw was slack and your whole body tense with all of the sensations you felt all at once. Your fingers slowly tangled in his soft blonde hair and you couldnât even breathe when you reached your starry peak. When your orgasm settled and you finally exhaled with a loud, drawn-out grunt, you realized he wasnât stopping nor slowing down. If anything, he seemed to be working even harder, flicking your pearl with his tongue even firmer, and thrusting his fingers even faster.
Now, instead of being unable to breathe, you were almost hyperventilating with the oversensitivity of it all. You could definitely finish your words now as you clutched the sheets with white knuckles. âFuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Minho! Minho! OhgodMinho!â His name was a mantra on your tongue and you could almost see the smirk in his dark eyes as he looked up at you.
You were in too much bliss to care at the moment and after your next orgasm crashed over you, you came down from it with a sob. When he still refused to relent, you were in a purgatory of whether it felt like the greatest pleasure you had ever felt or the most painful oversensitivity you could think of.
However, after those first and second orgasms, the next ones seemed to have a snowball effect. The next one happened even sooner after the other and the next one was even faster than the last. This continued until your whole body was in a constant state of tremors. You could barely even recognize your own voice through your sobs as you begged. âP-p-please M-Minââ You exclaimed before a gasp of much-needed air. âPlease! I-I need y-you!!â
He smiled up at you and relented, crawling back up to hover over you as he pressed the fingers that were covered in your juices to your awaiting lips. You sucked them in immediately, eyes hooded as you watched his lustful gaze. You suddenly felt him pulling your jaw down with those fingers to open your mouth for him and, once you had opened all the way with his fingers on your tongue, He stuck his own tongue as far into your mouth as he could possibly reach and he licked up the roof of your mouth.
The feeling of the wet muscle against your gums made you want to plead for him to do more god-awful things to you.
You whimpered as your free hand floated between the two of you to grasp his leaking cock. His mouth froze on yours and you felt the vibrations from his moan reviberate into your own mouth. As he released your jaw and moved away from your mouth, you began giving him lazy pumps to coax him to do more. âI need you, Minho. PleaseâŠâ He froze in place, as if trying to regain his composure, but he failed miserably.
He seemed to be just as desperate as you because he was off you and pulling out a condom from his bedside drawer in a flash of dewy beauty. Your eyes hazily roved over his body as he tore open the condom. You couldnât deny it, he was most undoubtedly the most beautiful creature you had ever laid eyes on and it pissed you off to admit it.
When he had finally rolled the rubber over his length, you were startled when he roughly flipped you over on your stomach and lifted your hips in the air, slowly sinking into you as the stretch caused both of you to moan in tandem. He had one of his hands digging his fingers into your waist and the other tangling into the hair at your nape, both of them using you as leverage to begin forcefully thrusting inside you with a vengeance.
Your face, which was firmly pressed into the silky smooth sheets, was scrunched up in pleasure and oversensitivity that was arguably even more delectable than before. You had no clue why it felt so good to be manhandled, but you soon realized that this was yet another one of the unknown pleasures that Minho had introduced you to. You were bound and determined to discover even more with him.
You felt like you were melting into the earth as he pounded into you and you felt yet another overpowering pressure threaten to explode in your core. Every thrust pushed out a tiny yelp from your lips and you felt Minho move both of his hands to your breasts and bend down next to your ear. âYou have one more for me, kitten. I know you do.â With that, he tweaked your nipples and you cried out loud enough you were sure you shook the foundations of the building. âThatâs it, good girl. Cum for me.â
You were shaking profusely through your orgasm and he pumped into you with blinding force until he, too, came unraveled from the pleasure he found in you.
The air was mingled with your combined panting and the steam rising from yours and his skin. When you felt him pull out of you, it was all you could do to not pass out then and there. Your head was in a haze and you just laid there, limbs limp, for an unspecified amount of time. You could vaguely hear some shuffling from somewhere inside his apartment. Some running water, a door opening, and closing, then your field of vision was obstructed by the man standing in front of you in just a pair of boxer shorts.
Holy shit, heâs so goddamned gorgeous.
He set down a glass of water on the nightstand and started wiping your spunk and sweat off of you with a damp cloth. âM-Min, I canââ
âShhh.â He quieted you, but you were adamant. He had made it painfully clear that none of this was serious, so there was no point in staying longer.
You reluctantly lifted yourself off of the bed and slunk away from his unidentifiable expression as he stood watching you, towel in hand. âIâm going to have to leave anyway so Iâll just save you the trouble. Iâll shower at home.â You really didnât want to have to make the trip back to your place, but when you looked at the time, it was already almost time for the last nearby transit to stop for the night. âOh shit, I have to go, Iâll miss the bus!âÂ
You rushed to collect your clothes scattered about the room and you watched out of the corner of your eye as the man aggressively threw the towel in his laundry bin. âIf you are gonna leave, at least let me take you home.â
You grimaced at the sharpness of his voice. âWhatâs the big deal?â To the naked eye, he seemed blasĂ©, but you could tell he was secretly aggravated by the way he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.
He swiftly ran his hand through his hair, still mussed from your eager fingers earlier. It seemed as if he was deep in thought, looking at nothing off to the side until he neutralized his face, looking back at you. âNothing at all.â He shrugged, feigning indifference. âI would just rather you not head back home so late by yourself.â
You sighed in defeat, the stress of the day beginning to weigh on you. âFine.â You grumbled and turned to head towards the front door. âLetâs go.â
âRight now?â He asked as he hobbled after you while trying to put on his pants at the same time.
âYes, Minho. Right now. Iâve sobered up and itâs making me super tired and I have class early in the morning.â Again, he was silent as he threw on the rest of his clothes and led you out of his apartment.
The car was eerily silent the entire way back to your house and when you got out of the car, his only farewell was a solemn âGânight.â Before slowly driving away.
Much to your dismay, the whole encounter made the night a sleepless one and you knew the next day would be a complete nightmare.
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Your head drooped as you struggled to keep your eyes open in the back of class. Several times throughout the day, you had found yourself nodding off in every single one of your lectures. Not to mention the weather was absolutely horrid with the muggy April rain and thunder that threatened to lull you to sleep every other minute. By the end of your last class, you were finally confronted about it.
When you had eventually fallen completely asleep on your desk, you had awoken to a loud thud of a foot hitting the leg of your desk. Your head whipped up at the speed of light and saw your professor standing over you with an arched brow and a disapproving frown. âReally? Now? I would have expected this of some of the other students, but you?â
She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. You quickly stood up and collected your things. âOh my god, professor Iâm SO sorry! I had a hard time sleeping last night andââ
âI donât care about the reason, just donât let it happen again.â And with that, she left you without another word, bulldozing over the words that were lingering on your lips.Â
You marched out of the classroom, unbelievably irritable and aggravated. Itâs not your fault you were up all night! Your mind refused to let you sleep! If anyone is to blame, itâs Lee fucking Minho. Why did he have to act like such a pouty prick last night? Just because you saved him the effort of cleaning you even though you were going to immediately shower when you arrived back home?!
You were silently fuming as you made your way through the building and, on your way to the exit, the man of the goddamned hour showed up. Speak of the fucking devil! He was next to an open classroom door that students were filing out of while he leaned up against the wall talking to a classmate.
She was a small, cute, petite blonde and you donât know why, but just the sight of the duo disgusted you. She giggled and placed a delicate hand on his bicep and you wanted to barf. You knew he was free to see and talk to whoever, but how was it fair that he was wide awake and acting as if he didnât just get laid the night before while you were utterly miserable?
You had to walk right by him to get out of the building and you were feeling pretty petty anyway, so you used the students passing nearby to your advantage as you fell into step with them. When you neared the couple, his back was to you and you âaccidentallyâ, and rather aggressively, shouldered past him and continued on your merry fucking way.
You hadnât even made it more than a few meters before you heard your name being called and the pattering of fast-paced footsteps nearing you. You decided to just continue walking as if you didnât hear him and you finally felt the man grab your arm and swing you around to face him. A scowl was already reared and ready to go on your face when he turned you around and it just deepened when you saw his stupid beautiful face with his stupid cocked eyebrow.
âTo what do I owe this delightful company you bring on such a gloomy day?â What a complete shift from his icy attitude last night⊠You couldnât disguise the absolute disgust that lingered on your face as the petite blonde who Minho had been talking to just moments before decided to slide her slim fingers down Minhoâs strong forearm as she passed.
âSee you tomorrow night, Minho.â She purred in a sultry tone and a lustful gaze as she walked away backward for a few steps before finally turning and strutting down the hall.
You turned back to Minho with the nastiest grimace you could muster and he looked at you even more smug than before. âBetter watch out, kitten. Your jealousy is showing.â He chuckled as he whispered the words close in your ear. The entirety of your hair follicles stood on end and you willed away your goosebumps as you stepped away from him.
âStop spewing your shit. What do you want with me, Min?â Your question was clipped and you didnât wait for a response before you started walking towards the exit once again.
He quickly caught up to you and walked in front of you backward, facing you as if it were the easiest thing in the world to match your pace despite the direction he walked. His grin was still dopey and stupidly attractive. âSomeoneâs got her panties in a twist! Didnât like my friend back there?â You could see the taunting in his eyes and you just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk from his face.
âI couldnât care less about your friend.â You failed to hold back the venom from your voice as you spoke and his smile grew. You huffed. âUnlike you, I donât spend all my free time fucking my friends.â Again, the words were dripping with malice.
His smile faltered. âAnd who ever said I was fucking around?â His voice had become slightly agitated and you tried to appear unfazed by it.
You shrugged and looked straightforward, just to realize the two of you had come to a complete stop in the abandoned hallway. âYou seem to take that sort of stuff pretty lightly, considering all things, and it doesnât take a genius to see the effect you have on people.â You didnât even have the chance to gauge his reaction before you were pulled to the side by your forearm.
The next thing you knew, You were being pushed against the door of a small, dark room off to the side. Is this a fucking janitorial closet?
âFor your informationââ You couldnât see his face too clearly, but his voice almost sounded like a snarl. Threatening even. âI donât take that shit lightly. I barely even know that girl outside my classroom.â
âBut she saidââ
âFor christâs sake, thereâs a party tomorrow night! Itâs Chrisâ last one before he graduates and he wanted me to be there.â
You blanched. âOhâŠâ You kind of felt hurt that you didnât know about it, but these were technicallty your brotherâs friends. They had no obligation to babysit his little sister while he was away.
You were ever grateful to the pitch darkness of the room so Minho wouldnât see the sheer disappointment on your face, but his eyes must have adjusted to the light because you suddenly felt the feathering of his fingertips over your cheek. âIâm sorry for the misunderstanding, kitten.â
You willed back the angry tears and slapped his hand away. âThereâs no misunderstanding, Min. Weâre fuck buddies. Itâs none of my business what you do and donât do with other people.â It was silent for a beat before you continued. âAnd I donât need to know what ourââ You huffed and pursed your lips, whipping your head to the side so you didnât have to face him. â...what your friends are up to.â
He was quick to place his hands on your arms and step closer. âKitten! Theyâre your friends tooâ!â
You wanted to punch something and you cut him off with a raised voice. âAnd speaking of late night shenanigansâ!â You pressed your finger to his chest. âYou.â Your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and you watched as he backed up with wide, befuddled eyes from your aggressive shift in demeanor. âI was up all fucking night because you decided to keep me all wound up from everything that happened last night!â
You could faintly see him trying to hold back an amused smile and stifle a laugh. You almost growled at him as you grabbed his retreating form by the shoulders and turned him around so you were the one pressing him against the door now. âItâs not fucking funny! I got chewed out by my professor because I fell asleep in class!â
He made no attempt to hide his amused smirk and he laughed at your pissed scowl. He leaned down to face level with you and narrowed his smug eyes. âOh? Did I leave you wanting more?â You scoffed in disbelief at his audacity. âBecause I would have happily taken care of it for you if you had stayed with me.â
You were burning from the inside out and you couldnât tell if it was from the rage or the tension that permeated the small room.
He straightened back up and sighed. âYou only have yourself to blame, kitten.â He tried to free himself from your grasp, but you refused to release him. Instead, your body moved on its own as you crashed your lips to his.
You could feel the bewildered tension in his body only for a millisecond before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his tongue eagerly falling in sync with your own. You pulled back only slightly to hiss against his lips. âFuck that. This is your fault and youâre going to fix it.âÂ
With that, you began quickly unclasping his belt and popping the button open on his jeans. âWoah! Kitten, weâre at school!â Although his words said otherwise, his actions made no move to stop you.
âExactly. And youâre the one who felt the need to hide us away in this godforsaken closet, so weâre going to make good use of it.â You refused to look him in the eye as you sank down to your knees and mouthed at his slowly hardening dick over his boxer briefs.
The shudder of his breath was music to your ears and you hummed against him when he smoothed his hands over the top of your head. âFuck, kittenâŠâ He groaned. âI thought I was supposed to take care of you.â You felt the soft thud of his head leaning back against the door.
You pulled your mouth away so you could free his erection from its breaches. âYeah, and I would rather be âtaken care ofâ with a hard dick rather than one so flaccid youâd think you just walked in on your naked grandma.â You eagerly sucked down his length and the weight of his cock on your tongue made you press your thighs together.
His voice was strained as he grunted his approval. âTrust me, kitten. Youâre able to make me hard as a rock in no time at all, even without needing to do all this.â With that, he grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off him. He bent down and angled your head up to look straight at him. âNow get up off that disgusting floor and Iâll make you cum so hard that youâll feel it through next week.â The huskiness of his voice had you swimming in your panties and, after he tucked himself back in his pants, you quickly obliged as you let him drag you outside and to his car.
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âShitfuckshit more, Minho!â You were almost sobbing from the damned tease and the firm patterns he was applying to your clit in the car as he rushed back to his apartment. You were basically dry-humping his hand as he continued to torment you over the thin fabric of your leggings and you could almost cry in relief when he finally parked in the lot of his building.
You couldnât get inside the door quick enough before you were on him like a pack of wolves, devouring every inch you could get your claws on. He was quick to respond as he returned your ravenous kiss and stuck his hand under the waistband of your leggings and underwear. His finger ran along your folds and you gasped at the delectable touch. âShit⊠youâre so fucking wetâŠâ He groaned against your mouth and you felt yourself being led backward so he could press you up against the wall.
He pulled away from your mouth to look at you as he slid two fingers into you and pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You threw your head back against the wall, jaw slack, as you held his strong forearm in a vice grip and ground down on his hand. All the while feeling the muscles move under the skin of his arm. He obviously enjoyed your reaction as he bit his lip to hold back a cheeky grin. You tried to restrain your noises, but a choked sob breached your lips when he latched his lips onto your neck.
His fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you and it was heaven but hell at the same time. You couldnât control the buckling of your knees and felt his other hand tighten around your waist.
When he was sure you wouldnât fall, he retreated his hand from inside you and he laughed at your affronted face, completely offended that he would rob you of such pleasure. However, this was quickly rectified once he sunk down to his knees and stripped off your undergarments. You were breathing heavily as he looked up at you with blackened eyes that bore into your soul.
Wordlessly, he took one of your bare legs and draped it over his shoulder, pressing his moist lips to your inner thigh soon after. Your breath shuddered when his other hand ran its fingers through your inner labia once again and your gasp was evident when he gently kissed your clit. Still staring into your hooded eyes, he slowly inserted three fingers and you mewled at the stretch.
When his lips and tongue clasped around your clit, you were done for. Instead of thrusting his fingers, he was now digging and pressing rapidly against your g-spot as your orgasm washed over you. You whined and mewled as he led you through your high and you had absolutely drenched his face and your legs.
You grabbed at his shirt to pull him up and he chuckled as you pulled him by the collar to his bedroom.
You found yourself aggressively pushing him down on the bed and fumbling at his belt and jeans to rid him of them. When you finally shed both of yâallâs clothing completely, leaving no separation between your bodies, you instantly climbed up him to straddle him.
He quickly grabbed your hips as you lifted your hips to position him at your core. âWoah, wait! L-let me get a condom!â He shuffled to remove you from his lap, but you refused to move. Instead, you dropped yourself to place your sopping pussy up against the length of his flattened dick, not penetrating, just teasing as you slid your heat up and down him.
It looked as if the action knocked all of the breath out of him and the grip he had on your flexing thighs was enough to make you shudder from the delicious pain. He had his head thrown back against the plush bedding and had his eyes scrunched up as if he was using every ounce of his willpower to not just fuck you raw. But that was what you needed from him.
Still grinding on his twitching cock, you leaned forward to run your tongue along his collarbone. âHave you ever fucked anyone raw, Min?â You giggled as his head shot up and his eyes bulged out of his head.
âW-what?! No!â You bit your lip and closed your eyes momentarily, appreciating the drag of his tip against your throbbing clit.
When you opened your eyes again, he looked almost like he was in pain. âWell⊠I assume youâre clean⊠and I know Iâm clean⊠and on birth control⊠and Iâm used to not needingâŠâ You looked away blushing and his dick twitched beneath you.
âHoly mother of godâŠâ He slightly sat up and grabbed your face to smash your lips together, using his tongue to explore the entirety of your mouth before pulling back to search your eyes. âAre you absolutely sure, kitten?â He sounded distraught and your vision was hazed over with lust as you continued to grind on him.
âOf course, you might be a piece of shit, but I trust youâŠâ You briefly moved your smirking mouth to nibble at his ear and whispered sensually into it. âI like the feeling of being filled up. The feeling of cum hitting my walls and spilling out slowly is my number one weakness.â He whispered dozens of expletives in response and squeezed you infinitesimally closer by your ass.
âJust a fair warningâŠâ He growled against your neck as he lifted your hips. âIâm not sure how long Iâll last if I go in rawâŠâ You giggled and reached in between your flush chests to grab his painfully hard erection to position him at your entrance and his breath shuddered as he rested his head against your shoulder.
Both of you emitted loud, pornographic moans as you sank down on him and you relished in the thought of your ass being bruised in the shape of his fingerprints. You had to wait and adjust to his size once more and you didnât think you would ever be able to get over how amazing he felt. You were trembling, he was sweating, and both of you had moved to lazily entangle tongues.
When you made a move to start grinding, he gripped your hips again. âJ-just a little bit longer⊠you have no idea how amazing you feel.â You donât know why, but you felt a fluttering in your stomach and, in fear of what it might mean, you willed it away. Instead, you replaced it with mischievousness.Â
You began a slow journey with your tongue dragging down his jaw, neck, and clavicle just to find your destination on his strong pec. You lazily kissed and sucked all around it and when you closed your mouth around his nipple, you squeezed your pussy tight around him just before you felt a jolt beneath you.
âFuck!â He grunted and his fingers dug into your hips further, producing a pain that you would have never realized would be a turn-on. You could feel his glare burn into you where you were latched onto his pec and you hummed against him, repeating the action as you flicked your tongue. âMotherfuââ
He cut off his swear short when you felt yourself being lifted off of him and thrown onto your back in the soft bedding. You gasped and he growled as he sunk back inside you, this time not relenting as he crushed your cervix.
âYouâre a fucking brat.â He snarled against where his mouth was devouring your neck. âYou asked for this, kittenâŠâ He left the skin of your neck chilled with his saliva as he pulled back and poised himself up on his knees. You were thrumming with need as you watched him grab your ankles and throw your legs over his shoulders, hefting your hips up with his strong arms and nailing you directly in your sweet spot.
The breath was knocked clear out of you.
Your eyebrows scrunched, your jaw slackened, and your whole body went taut with the overwhelming feeling of just him. He was all you could feel, see, smell, taste, and hear as he continued to relentlessly pound into you. Minho. Minho. Minho!
He folded you in half when he kneeled down to lick your lips open and you let him in willingly. It wasnât long before your lips forgot to move against his as you released small âahâ ahâ ahâ âs with every thrust, all the while he was lapping up the saliva that pooled at the edges of your mouth. He barely had to even graze his thumb over your clit before you came with a cry of his name on your lips.
You were still riding your high when you ran a hand through his sweaty hair. You could see the restraint in his features. âCum in me Minho, please.â His head dropped down to your breast with a moan and a few breathless expletives before you felt him empty himself inside you, a feral grunt seeping out of his clenched teeth that had bitten down on the swell of your breast.
You gasped at the delicious feeling and threw your head back, baring your neck to him and prompting him to glide his tongue up the length of it.
Once he pumped out every last drop and his tongue had finished properly tasting the entirety of your neck, he flopped over on his side next to you. The air almost seemed to be laden with steam and arousal and all of your exhaustion from the night before, that day, and the mind blowing sex came crashing down on you like a tsunami.
The last dregs of your consciousness were consumed with Minho cleaning you, changing you, and hydrating you before you passed out beneath the sheets that smelt like the concentrated scent of just MinhoâŠ
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Hannieđč:
Hey beautiful
Princessđ:
Well hello Jisungie
To what do I owe this rare attempt of social interaction?
Hannieđč:
Oh shush, u havenât tried to reach out either!
Princessđ:
True, but the question still stands
Hannieđč:
Ur coming to Chanâs party tonight right?
You tried to bury the sting that the question presented, but it still hit a sore spot to know that even that one random chick Minho was talking to knew before you did. You gulped back the lump in your throat.
Princessđ:
I didnât think I was invited
Hannieđč:
What? Why wouldnât u be?
Princessđ:
Well the fact that I had to hear about it from someone else was a big indicator
You cringed after you sent the message, realizing the salt that was poured all over that sentence.
Hannieđč:
What?!?!
Princessđ:
It really is fine Hannie
No one expects you guys to include me just because Iâm ur friendâs little sister
When he didnât respond, you assumed he had just dropped the issue, deciding that you werenât worth the trouble. However, as you were walking out of your last class of the day, your phone lit up in your hand with the caller ID indicating that your conversation was far from over.
âHannie?â You raised the phone to your ear as you walked down the campus sidewalk.
âPardon my manners, princess, but youâre a goddamned idiot if you think youâre only âhis little sisterâ to us.â You balked at his words. âFor starters, you are our friend just as much as he is.â You felt your steps slow with each word from his mouth. âSecondly, the only reason you didnât hear about it sooner is because Hwang Hyunjin is a complete pabo. He was in charge of telling you, like, a century ago and apparently he forgot to tell not only you, but a whole bunch of other people.â
Was that really true? Or was he just trying to make excuses?
âEither way, Chan definitely wants you there and I know for a fact that I want you there.â
âJi, really, itâs fiââ
âPlease?â You could practically already see the cute pout on his face and you habitually smiled.
After a long sigh and some deliberation, you caved. âOkay, fine. Send me the time and address.â
The next what felt like a whole thirty seconds was filled with the adorable sound of Jisungâs triumphant self-appreciation as he sent you the information. You couldnât hold back the giggles of endearment for the man and the call ended with a smile on your face.
âOoooh, who was that? If the smile on your face is anything to go by, its a boooy~â You heard your best friendâs chipper voice ring from where she sauntered up beside you, scaring you half to death.
You jumped and held your hand to your heart as she giggled at you. âMy god, Tiff! Donât sneak up on me like that!â She grabbed your hand that was pressed to your chest and swung your intertwined hands as she walked with you to the bus stop.
âSooo, who was it?â
âJust Jisung.â You shrugged as the two of you sat on the bench to wait.
âOh my gosh!â Tiffany gasped and clutched your arm, earning a raised brow from you. âDid he tell you about Chanâs party?! Are you going?!â
OF FUCKING COURSE she knew before you. You had to take a deep breath to maintain your composure and not blow the fuck up. âYeah, are you?â
âUm, of course?!â She said as if you were crazy to even ask. âDo you think Minho will be there?â
Her question threw you for a loop and your mind was immediately brought back to earlier that morning when you snuck out of his apartment before he woke up. You definitely didnât want to deal with the awkwardness of being kicked out so you went ahead and took it upon yourself to initiate the task.
You sucked your teeth in and stood up, watching as the bus slowly approached. âYeah, I think so. Why?â
She flashed you a mischievous grin and swiftly turned to take a seat in the back. When you joined her, she swiveled in her seat to face you. âI want you to help me hook up with him.â
You felt like you had just been punched in the gut. âWHAT?!â You startled at your own raised voice and shyly bowed your head in apology to the few surrounding onlookers. You looked back to your friend and you really hoped your face didnât betray your panic.
Why, of all people, did she want to start pursuing your Minho? No. No, heâs not yours. Heâs just a friend. Was he even considered a friend? Shit, the lines were blurring.
âWhat? I totally know heâs into me and I might have a better shot tonight if you talk me up.â Thankfully, she didnât seem to notice your inner turmoil.
Wait.
What did she say?
âHow do you know heâs into you?â
She rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile. âHe saved my number, love. He texted me today and asked if we were going to the party. A guy doesnât save a girlâs number unless heâs for sure into them. Especially if the girl has been very obviously flirting with them and is not just a buddy-buddy relationship.â
You felt like you had just been bitch slapped and you sensed an indescribable feeling rise in your throat, prompting you to force yourself to swallow it back. Why was he texting your best friend? âH-how do you know heâs not already taken?â You knew he wasnât, but you couldnât stomach the thought of him being with your best friend.
âAgain, he saved my number.â She actually seemed somewhat annoyed now. âWhatâs the big deal? Are you going to help me or not?â
Your throat was completely dry and you felt the heat pumping through your veins. âYou can have so many guys, Tiff. Why Minho, exactly?â You grimaced as she crossed her arms and glared at you.
âOh my fucking god. What is your DEAL? Is it just because you hate the man?! Get over yourself, sweetheart. Heâs a grown man and Iâm a grown woman and there is clearly a mutual attraction so Iâm not going to let your pettiness get in the way of my fun. If it really bothers you, then forget I asked. I can win him over by myself anyway.â She sneered as she turned her attention to the window and thus ended the conversation.
You felt tears prick at your eyes and you didnât quite know where you were, but you pressed the button to be let out of the bus anyway. Why? Just why did it have to be her to steal him? No, not steal⊠Heâs not yoursâŠ
Heâs NOT yoursâŠ
When you stepped out, you took a large gulp of fresh air and willed the tears away. You refused to let her demean you. You refused to let her ruin your fun tonight. You refused to let her win. The fucking bitch needs to be knocked down a few notches and learn that she canât just earn everything by spreading her legs. Well, that is if Minho didnât take her baitâŠ
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Tiffđ:
Hey babe
Can we just forget about earlier?
Iâll see you tonight kay?
đ
Not even an apology or anything. What a bitch. You probably looked like you had murder on your mind as you looked down at your phone and back up at Chanâs frat house. You took a deep breath to will the fury from your soul and smoothed your hands over your clothes, only slightly self-conscious of the dainty material you had recently purchased.Â
For no particular reason whatsoever, you had recently decided to go shopping for a few outfits of the, um⊠more mature variety. Not to impress anyone in particular⊠Definitely not to gain the attention of a certain someone⊠You just wanted to broaden your wardrobe. Thatâs it. No other reasonâŠ
You still wore your regular combat boots because there was no overcoming your ability to break your ankles in heels, but the rest of the outfit was definitely new to you. (Plus, the black boots kind of looked cute with the rest of the outfit.)
Your sheer black tights were silky smooth up your legs to be met with a short (almost too short) high-waisted solid black mini skirt. The real kicker was your top. It was a jet-black eyelash-lace corset/cami top that rose well above your navel and you were almost too chicken to wear it due to it looking practically like lingerie. But the issues with Tiffany and Minho made you uncharacteristically bold that night. You decided to wear a form-fitting leather jacket (also black of course), but it still left most of your top visible.
You, once again, willed your breathing to steady as you walked up the steps and opened the front door.
The party was in full swing as you warily made your way through the party goers. It was almost impossible to focus due to the crowd, the noise, the heavy air, and the dim lighting (minus the flashing and colored lights that lit up most of the open area of dancers).
Is this the norm for college parties?
You didnât even know where you were going, you just knew there was one person you were subconsciously searching foâ
âŠMinhoâŠ
You halted in your tracks and you watched in horror as you saw that your best friend had found the man first.
Bile rose in your throat as you watched Minho hand her a drink with a smile and she clung onto his arm like a fucking leach. Hyunjin and Changbin were with them, but Tiffany only seemed interested in running her hands over Minhoâs muscular arm and talking in his ear, entirely too close to him with her filthy lips.
You were sure you were gonna be sick.
You saw Minhoâs eye wander about the room as Tiffany took a breath long enough to take a drink, and you panicked when his gaze snapped to yours. Before you could even acknowledge either of yourâs reactions, you beelined it to the kitchen with all the alcohol that you had passed earlier and shoved your way through the crowd to hastily find the room and make your drink. A strong drink.
You had just finished stirring it when you felt a gentle hand on your elbow. You whipped your head around to be faced with the bane of your existence. He was so damned beautiful you wanted to just punch him square in the face. The top half of the buttons on his black button-up were undone to show off the low neckline of his white undershirt, causing your eyes to want to wander down to his perfectly defined chest that was adorned with a single silver pendulum necklace and a beaded choker that would look feminine on anyone but him. His blonde hair was styled back out of his face and it accentuated his beautiful, dark round eyes.
âHey! Iâve been looking for youââ Before he could finish his sentence, he must have noticed your ensemble due to the fact that his eyes were bugged out and were blatantly gazing down at your clothes. âOh fuckâŠâ He whispered so low you almost didnât catch it. When he cleared his throat and came back to the land of the living, his cheeks were pink when he said, âYou look so fucking gorgeousâŠâ Your exhale was shaky and you could almost get drunk off of his handsome grin alone. You hated it.
It took you a moment to rip your eyes from him, but when you did, you decided it was necessary for you to chug your drink for dear life.
âWoah, woah! The nightâs only started!â When he made a move to still your cup, you pulled it away from him with a glower.
âFor me maybe, but who knows how long you and âlittle miss man eaterâ over there have been exchanging verbal foreplay.â Minhoâs eyes widened comically and turned back to look at Tiffany who was glaring daggers at you both.
âIâm sorry, verbal what???â He asked incredulously as he turned back to you. You heard me dickwad. However, instead of voicing your thoughts, you just huffed out a disbelieving half-chuckle and turned back to refill your drink.
This definitely needs to be twice as strong.
âOh my god, donât tell meâŠâ You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was headed. âKitten, are you jealous?â You turned back around to be met with a shit-eating grin and you were about two seconds away from kicking him where the sun doesnât shine until you suddenly found the other five men you were here for huddled by a wall talking amongst themselves away from your so-called bestie.
You just clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, walking away without a word and marching over to the group.
Jisung saw you first, a huge smile lighting up the entire room until it was instantly erased with an expression that looked like he suddenly shat out a brick. At first, you were concerned, that was until the other four followed his gaze and had the same series of reactions. It was only when you got closer that you saw all of them ogling your outfit and you found yourself wanting to shrink into yourself at the attention.
âH-Hey guys!â You said with a wary smile as you stopped in front of the semi-circle they made at your arrival. It was only from your words that their trances were broken and they all looked back up to your face with blushing faces before not-so-subtly avoiding your eyes. You felt embarrassment wash over you like a bucket of ice and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you averted your eyes down to make yourself look small. âI⊠Iâm sorry⊠did I overdo the outfit? I havenât really ever been to one of these parties. HehâŠâ
You nervously chuckled and rubbed the cold sweat off the back of your neck with one hand while the other was still firmly wrapped around your torso. âNo!â You heard multiple panicked voices say in tandem before the sound of clearing throats.
Felix, the angel, smiled sweetly at you and stepped forward to wrap you in a hug. âOf course not, sweetie. You look beautiful.â He stepped back as the rest agreed and Jisung stole the next hug.
âMore like a fucking goddess!â You felt your feet lift off the ground as he squeezed your waist and your cheeks flooded with heat when he pressed his soft lips to your cheek before retreating.
After the rest greeted you similarly, Chris stepped to the side to reveal a tray of shots on the small table behind him. âNow that the whole group is finally here, we can finally start the real fun!â Youâre part of their group? Everyone grabbed one of the seven shot glasses before Chris handed yours directly to you with a whisper in your ear. ïżœïżœïżœDonât take anything from anyone unless theyâre one of the six of us, yeah?â The hot breath you felt against you made you shiver, but you nodded regardless.
âYah! Get out of her ear, perv!â Minho shouted from behind him as he held his own shot. Chris stepped back to look at him with raised brows, but you intervened first.
âOh calm down, Minho. Weâre all adults here.â Changing your threatening tone to a lighter one, you raised your glass. âTo Chrisâ last year! Weâll miss you Channie!â And you, in the slightly petty and tipsy mood, planted a kiss right on Chrisâ cheek, startling the blushing man in the process. Tension set aside, everyone raised their glasses to dink âem and sink âem. Minho only downing his after he was finished glowering at your smug face.
You caught up with them for a little bit, but with every passing minute, you felt the drinks start to hit you. And, as per usual, when you drank, you got very⊠touchy-feely. Your first victim was Felix, but that was because the man was always ready for cuddles. After that, you had stolen Jisung from Minho, who was possessed with about the same amount of drunken clinginess, the latter having Jisung previously wrapped around him as the elder had his own arm thrown over his shoulder. However, Jisung was happy to switch to wrapping his arms around your semi-bare waist instead when you beckoned him.
It was just as Changbin was giving a very detailed speech to Hyunjin about the importance of cardio when you glanced over at Minho. Your eyes widened when you took in the absolutely livid expression he had directed at Jisung and Felix before a wry smile grew on your lips.
A plan formed in your head. A wicked, evil little plan to give Minho a taste of his own medicine. However, before you could execute it, the she-devil showed up and found purchase around Minhoâs arm again.
âThere you are! I thought you said youâd be right back!â She said with what was supposed to be a cute pout, but all you saw was the manipulative sneer hidden in her eyes as she glanced at you. Minho looked at her with wide eyes and then back at you with what looked like anxiety.
âWhaâ Iâ UmâŠâ As he was babbling in his loss for words, you pulled away from the boys surrounding you and turned around to face them with a dubious grin that didnât reach your eyes.
With your back facing Minho, you downed your drink and rid yourself of your jacket, letting the refreshing air conditioning soothe your previously confined arms. When you placed your empty cup and jacket on the small table behind them, you extended your hands out to the men. âCâmon, whoâs going to show a girl a good time tonight and dance with me?â
You eyed Chris who was already gulping down his own drink, the man staring at all the bare skin you had on display all the while, and setting his empty cup next to your own. You smiled up at him as he took one of your hands and you watched Jisungâs eyes flick over to Minho before grabbing your other one. Your smile brightened further and you hugged them both by the neck giddily before dragging them over to the makeshift dancefloor.
You could feel several pairs of eyes watch as the three of you retreated and you couldnât help but feel somewhat smug with the thought of Minho and Tiffany being a couple of them.
You felt the alcohol wash away your anger and jealousy and let the upbeat music pump through your veins as you danced between the two men. At first, it was very PG, but the density of the crowd thickened and soon enough Chris was up against your backside while Jisung was against the front. The more hyped you got from the heavy air, loud beats, and strong drinks, the more bold your dancing became.
You had one arm thrown around Jisungâs neck and the other thrown around the back of Chrisâ head from behind as you began grinding against the pair. They must have been equally as plastered because their roaming hands were definitely encouraging you. Jisungâs hands roved over your waist and abdomen as Chrisâ paved their way up and down your hips and thighs.
All of you were sticky with sweat and the feeling of Chrisâ breath on your neck and Jisungâs lustful eyes watching your body move was making you even hotter. Even though you were super insecure at the beginning of the night, you now felt bold and sexy and wanted. You felt a sliver of pride that you were still able to make men covet you even ifâŠÂ others didnât.
After a while, you felt that same hot breath from behind you talk into your ear again. âIâm gonna tap out for a bit gorgeous.â Chris said before he kissed your cheek and weaved his way through grinding bodies to head back over to the group.
You returned your eyes to your remaining dance partner who met your gaze with hooded lids. You allowed yourself to be pulled flush against him, but you turned so your back was up against him now as you grinded and rolled against his firm body. Your whole mind was clouded and all you knew was how good the body against you felt.
With the man out of your line of vision, you closed your eyes and let yourself be consumed in the moment. Your hands reached back and threaded through his silky hair and you felt the fingers that trailed down your hips tickle the spot where your outer thighs met your skirt.
You gasped when you felt his hard cock push into your lower back and he squeezed you tighter when you rolled back into it. Gosh, Minho, you feel so good.
But why did Minhoâs fingers feel longer when you went to grab them?
Your internal question was already forgotten when you felt his warm lips touch down on the soft curve of your neck and the next thing you knew, you were dragging him to the nearest secluded area to taste those lips that you always seemed to crave now. The lips that made you cum a hundred different ways by now.
Turns out the nearest secluded spot was a door that led out to a small side patio that was somehow completely deserted. Without much thought, you whipped back around with blurry vision as you pressed your lips to his. Well⊠tried to at least. It took a couple tries to hit your target, but when they did, you groaned and instantly tangled tongues with him. ButâŠ
Why does this seem so foreign? Does it just feel different because you were drunk? And had Minho been wearing a t-shirt this whole time?
When you allowed your hands to roam up under his shirt, the lustful groan the man emitted had your eyes flying open. That is definitely NOT Minhoâs voice.
âJi-Jisung?â He fluttered his eyes open when you sprang off of him, stumbling back like a fucking hooch monkey, and he gave you a confused blink.
âWhaâ Huh? Whatâs wrong, princess?â He stumbled a bit as he picked himself off the wall you had pressed him against and you covered your mouth in mortification. You could only widen your watery eyes and shake your head in disbelief as you watched him look more and more concerned. It wasnât until he grabbed your face to wipe your tears that you realized you started crying. âOh my god, are you okay? Did I hurt you?!â
He sat you down on a patio chair to squat in front of you and rubbed soothing circles on your knee as you buried your face in your hands. âNononononono!â Your turmoil was muffled behind your hands and you started sobbing as you looked back up at Jisung. âI-Iâm s-so sorry J-JiââÂ
He was frantically searching your eyes and he ran his palms up and down your arms. âWhat in the world for?â Confusion was tattooed across his face and you felt even more ashamed that you would have to explain.
âIâŠâ You tried to gulp down breaths to explain between sobs and slurred speech. âI d-dinâknow it was you whoâŠâ Another round of tears cascaded as you saw a distraught realization wash over him. You felt awful for using your friend so horrendously. You couldnât believe how selfish you were just because you didnât want to shareâŠ
MinhoâŠ
Minho must have gone home with Tiffany. Why wouldnât he, right? She was beautiful and sexy and you were a completely sloshed jackass. He probably never wanted to see you ever again after one night with that dick-whipped cunt of a woman.
You felt your whole body start shaking as another round of sobs wracked your body and Jisung quickly wrapped you in his arms. âShh shh, itâs okay. You havenât done anything wrong, sweetie. Itâll be okayâŠâ His calm and reassuring voice made you squeeze onto your friend for dear life.
âI-Iâm s-so sââ He just continued his gentle hushing to get you to calm down and he helped you focus on your breathing. Tears still flowing down your face but sobs having died down, you sat back to look at him. âJiâŠâ
âShhh, itâs okay. Weâre both drunk, it happens.â He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but it didnât do anything to make you feel like you werenât an absolute piece of shit.
âJi, IâŠâ Your words had zero filter as they supplied a wateryâ âI-I think âm in love w'Minho.â
His eyes widened. You expected him to freak out. To call you a whore or spit on you. What you didnât see coming was the slow smile that crept across his cute cheeks. âMinho-hyung?â You nodded with a sniff and he instantly wrapped you in a hug again. His voice was muffled against your hair a bit, but he replied tenderly. âI can think of no person more deserving of your love than him.â
What on godâs green earth did he mean by that?
He sighed and pulled back again, wiping away more tears. âHave you thought about telling him that?â The question had your mind reeling and you felt sick of just the thought of it.
Wait. Maybe itâs not the idea that made you sick. Maybe it wasâŠ
In the blink of an eye, you threw yourself off the chair and leaned over the railing, immediately hurling your guts all over the manicured lawn below. As the snot, tears, and vomit evacuated your body, you felt Jisungâs cool hands pull your hair out of the way and rub soothing circles on your back. This man is just too good for this worldâŠ
You felt like you spent years over that railing, somehow more still coming out, until you heard the door to the house open and close. âWhat happened?â Was that Minhoâs voice? Why is he still here?
You lifted your head to look back at him, not even considering the fact that you probably (most definitely) looked like a trainwreck on steroids. âW-whyâre you heââ You couldnât even finish the sentence before you were ralphing again.
âEvidently, sheâd mistaken me for you, do you have that water I asked for?â
âYeah.â When did he even ask Minho to come out here?
âHere, kitten. Drink this.â He held up a bottle of water next to you and you eagerly grabbed it. âDonât chug.â He said holding it out of reach before he gave it to you. âYouâll make yourself even more sick.â You sat down again and slowly nursed on the water as your eyes stayed glued to the piece of artwork that was Lee Minho.
You watched his beautiful lips move as he faced Jisung, but you didnât hear any of the words that were exchanged. All you could hear was the thrumming of blood through your veins in your ears and the bass of the music from inside. Also when you heard the beautiful melody of Minhoâs laugh⊠MY. GOD. The man was just too perfectâŠ
Your vision slowly faded as you stared at his pretty eyes and you just wished you could dive into the two black pools of his irises. The darkness that was slowly encompassing your vision was thwarted when you felt yourself being buckled into the back of an Uber by Minho as he slid in next to you and gave the driver his address.
Before you could think about what you were about to say, you chuckled. âYâmean Tiff inât âlready spread-eagle on yer bed?â
You expected him to get annoyed, but he just side-eyed you with an amused smirk. âYouâve got it pretty bad, huh?â
âWell excuse me for having experience with a man who couldnât keep his dick in his pants for other college girls.â Well, that was surprisingly well-enunciatedâŠÂ However, before you could pat yourself on the back for that small victory, you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open and you raised your hand to take a drink, only to find your hand bottleless. Who the fuck drank all my water?
The look he gave you was melancholy and he gently pat your knee before responding. âDonât worry, kitten. Tiffany isnât at my place. And I doubt your parents would be thrilled to be woken up so late by hearing you stumble in the house at two in the morning. Hence my reasoning for us staying at my place. Is that alright?â
You didnât even register your dumb nod as you zoned out on his beautiful face. His features were so breathtaking that your hand moved unbidden and you found yourself tracing the sharp contours with your shaky fingers. He didnât move a muscle as your fingers ghosted over his nose, eyelids, jaw, and then finally the plump outline of his lips.
âY-yer so bâtiful MinâŠâ His eyes burned with a familiar fire and he gently lowered your hand when the car pulled up to his place.
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Minhođ:
Where did u go?
Kitten?
R u at least safe?
Please talk to me
I called ur parents and they said ur alright
Iâm sorry if I hurt u in any way
I would never intentionally do anything to harm u
U mean so much to meâŠ
Just⊠let me know when ur ready to talkâŠ
You scanned the texts that had been flooding in all day after you snuck out of his place without a word at the crack of dawn. Made easier due to the fact that he was courteous enough to sleep on the couch due to your inebriated state. You remembered everything. Everything. Including your agonizing realization of your feelings for the man.Â
Your phone clattered to the ground when you chucked it and turned over in your bed to bury your face in your pillow. Luckily, you didnât ever really get hangovers, but that didnât mean you werenât entitled to a day to wallow in self-pity. So this is where youâve been all day, the night quickly approaching as you squeezed your pillow tighter.
You werenât worthy of his attention. You were just a convenient pussy. Tiffany is way more experienced and probably showed him some of that expertise last night. If your last boyfriend couldnât even be satisfied with you, who else would? You were a shit friend who used Jisung, one of your best friends, as a tool. You were worse than nothing. You were a disease.
You felt yourself drowning in a sinkhole of your thoughts before a knock at your bedroom door pulled you out of it. You kept your face buried as the door opened and heard your momâs sweet voice. âHoney?â
You just responded with a non-commital grunt.
âMinho called againâŠâ Silence. âHoney, I know you two were never on the best of terms, but heâs trying so so hard to mend that since your brother left. I donât know what happened between you two, but I just know he sounded genuinely upset.â You felt the tears well up in your eyes and kept your head firmly planted in ur pillow, slowly suffocating yourself.
You felt a dip next to you in the bed and the gentle hand of your mother rubbing your back.Â
She was silent for a moment before she sighed. âI never told you this, just because he asked me not to, but I think it might be necessary nowâŠâ That caught your attention just enough to twist your head to look at her loving smile. âWhen you and your boyfriend broke up, Minho called me every single day for a week to check and see if you were alright. He was the one who bought your favorite snacks every day, not your dad.â
You furrowed your brows and sat up next to her. âW-why didnât he want you to tell me?â
She gave you a soft smile and patted your knee before she stood up. âThatâs something youâre going to have to ask him yourself.â She turned back to you when she reached the door. âYour father and I are going to an office party tonight and wonât be back until late. Really late.â She raised her brow, hinting at a suggestion. âCall us if you need anything. I love you, sweetie.â
âLove you too, MomâŠâ You mumbled as she left the room.
When the door shut behind her, you pulled your knees to your chest and buried your face in your hands. How could this happen? Youâve disliked this man ever since high school, it just doesnât make any sense to start falling in love now. I mean, his dick is magic, sure. But youâve been craving to just see him any time of day just to simply be around him! Heâs probably sick of your mixed signals and mood swings.
It had taken you by surprise when you woke up an hour later to the sound of the doorbell, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Your parents had probably already left when you were sleeping, so you scrambled up out of your bed and went to answer the door.
When you opened the door, your heart stopped. No other man on the planet could sport a bare face, discheveled hair, and sweatpants and still look like a fucking god like Minho did. You had only started to realize just how gorgeous he was when he hit his senior year of high school. It had pissed you off at the time, but now⊠well, actually no, it still pissed you off. It just wasnât fair to have such power over you with that piercing gaze and ability to make hearts stop at the sight of him.
âMinhoâŠâ You whispered as your eyes widened. He stood in the doorway and scratched the back of his head.
âSorry, I⊠I didnât want to let myself in because⊠because I didnât know if you wanted to see me or notâŠâ I always want to see you. You cursed your own thoughts for being so weak for the man. Without a word, you stepped to the side to let him in. âIâm sorry for showing up unannounced, kitten. But I just had to make sure you were alright.â He mumbled as he looked down to step out of his shoes. âOr upset with meâŠâ
Boots unexpectedly ran up to Minho with a cute little meow as she rubbed her face and beautiful black fur against his legs with quiet purring. You both smiled down at the adorable feline and Minho bent down to scoop her up in his arms, knowing how much she loved to be held (unlike other cats) by people she trusted. You felt a fluttering in your chest just watching him hold her. Knowing that, just like your precious boots, you had also come to care for the man.Â
You raised your hand to pet Boots, but your eyes were fixed on Minhoâs. âIâm not upset with you Minho⊠If you want someone else, itâs not my place to get in between that.â You turned to head back to your room, but as you approached your bedroom door, a gentle hand loosely wrapped itself around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.
You warily turned around and Minhoâs expression was a mixture of anger and hurt. âIf you think, even for a second, that I prefer her over you, youâre more stupid than I thought.â He said the words with a lethal calm that made shivers run down your spine. Your face was incredulous, but he ignored it. âThe idea that I would prefer anyone over you is almost an insult.â You allowed him to pull your body closer to his as he now had his hands wrapped around your waist. âI think of you every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep. Iâve been hating myself ever since we started this whole arrangement because I feel like Iâm just taking advantage of you, which was not my intent at all. But I didnât want to stop it either because I donât want to⊠I donât want to lose what we have⊠I donât want to lose youâŠâ
You closed your eyes from the burning you felt pricking at your tear ducts and involuntarily leaned into his touch when the backs of his fingers gently brushed over the flushed skin of your cheek.
âYouâre so, so beautiful, kitten. Inside and out.â It was unlike Minho to get so sentimental, but he seemed to feel the need to speak his piece. Even if it caused a dusting of pink blooming on his ears and cheeks. However, your blush felt like it rivaled his as it radiated all throughout your body.
Your hands, which had been curled up against his chest, started fidgeting as you looked down at them. You didnât know if you should ask him or not, but you decided you needed to know. âMinho⊠why⊠why did you call my mom to check up on me after my breakup?â
He stiffened momentarily, but quickly recovered. You looked back up at his face and it was turned to the side, completely crimson. âIâŠâ His lips formed a tight line and then relaxed as he turned back to look at you. âI couldnât stand the thought of what that prick did to you. I wanted to go beat the living shit out of him, crush his nuts, curb stomp him, anything, but I realized that you would most likely prefer comfort over violence. But I knew that one of the last people you would want to see would be me, so I tried to help from the sidelines.â
Your lip wobbled slightly and you pressed yourself a bit closer to him. You were mad that you couldnât even disagree with him because, at that point in time, you wouldâve dreaded the idea of this man, usually void of sentimentality, coming to attempt to comfort you.
The only real comfort you had was Tiffany and, looking back on it, she was pretty shit at it. Now that youâve realized what a bitch she was, you could recount several occasions where she was just a toxic friend. And you were blind to the situation in favor of seeing the truth.
âSoâŠâ You were almost too afraid to ask the question you didnât know you wanted an answer to or not. His hand that had been stroking your cheek moved to lift your chin up to look at him. His eyes portrayed patience and attentiveness to your words. âDid⊠did anything happen between you and Tiff?â
The corners of his lips turned down as he furrowed his brow, but it soon morphed into an expression that screamed âreally?â. He sighed. âLike I said, I only prefer you. I have not and will not ever see her or want her that way.â His eyes flickered from your eyes to the floor in anxiousness and added with an adorably shy mumble. âI donât want anyone but you.â
Relief washed over you like a tidal wave and your body moved on its own when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and ran your fingers through his sandy hair, pressing your lips to his with a tenderness that you had not shared with him before now. You could feel relief flooding him as well as he relaxed under your touch, as if kissing you released all tension in his body.
This kiss wasnât like the hungry and ravenous ones you two had always shared. This one felt as if you could melt into each other and become one. It was slow, sensual, and filled with all the love you could possibly portray. As you paused the kiss and pressed foreheads together, you closed your eyes as if to pretend you werenât about to say the words just begging to leap off your tongue.
âMinho⊠you still annoy the shit out of me, butâŠâ He offered a wry smile against your lips and you opened your eyes and disconnected foreheads to watch him raise his brow with a smirk. You bit back your smile and hid your face in his neck. â...I think I might be in love with you?â You said it like it was a question, almost too quiet to hear, as if you werenât quite sure if you shouldâve said it.
He was silent and you were apprehensive to raise your head. But, when you finally looked at him, you proceeded to witness the most beautiful smile you had ever seen appear on his face. You tried to suppress your suddenly bashful smile, but he only squeezed you tighter. He bit his lip to do the same with his own grin, but he morphed his look to something more mischievous. âAre you sure you donât just like me for my incredible skills in providing mind blowing orgasms?â
You rolled your eyes and gave him a light smack on his pec. âAh yes, youâre right! How have I been so blind? Iâm only in love with your dick.â He just chuckled at your words dripping with sarcasm and stole a kiss, slow and controlled before he murmured against your lips.
âI love you too, kitten. I have for quite a while now.â Your eyes widened and you could have sworn you saw a bit of fear in his eyes before he was biting his lip again, a smile hidden just beneath the surface.
âW-whaâ? How long?!â You pulled back slightly to see his full face and he giggled bashfully. Lee Minho being bashful? He was always so confident and controlled that you almost wanted to capture this moment on camera.
âWell⊠honestly, itâs been ever since you started dating that douchebag. I didnât really know why I started to be such an obnoxious dick to you, but I later realized it was just because I was jealous.â He pulled you close once again and tentatively kissed your jaw.
Your heart was racing at the thought of him being in love with you even if you were with another man, yet not interfering directly. But now you finally had him, and you were determined to keep it that way. You squeezed yourself infinitesimally closer to him and kissed his lips slowly before saying, âWell, now Iâm yours.â Your lips drifted to whisper in his ear. âLetâs make up for lost time.â
You made your point very clear when you grazed your lips and teeth down the side of his neck while pushing your pelvis into his. âFuckâŠâ He let out a low groan and slid his hands down to the lower cleft of your ass and gave your cheeks a light squeeze. He captured your lips with a sudden ferocity that made you tremble. Once he led you backwards into your room and pressed your body against the door as he closed it, your passion increased tenfold.
He ground his thigh against the apex of your glistening cunt, your panties dragging along your clit, and the pressure had you gasping against his tongue. Your hips couldnât help but to roll against him and you could feel the effect of your efforts when he pressed his groin into your hip. You whined in pleasure when he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hip, pushing even closer to you and making it easier to drag the length of your sopping crotch down him.
His other hand, which had still been kneading your ass, moved around to slip up under your shirt to feel the skin of your waist and lower back. You emitted a gasp and then a moan when you felt his warm fingers crawl up under your bra and fondle your erect nipple. You bit your lip to hold back an embarrassing noise you felt crawling to the surface when his lips latched onto your collarbone and started leaving sweet kisses up the length of your neck.
Your fingertips ran up under his shirt to caress his abs and pecs and he took it upon himself to take his shirt off, quickly ridding you of yours shortly after, lips barely leaving each other as you stripped each other completely bare and you pushed him down on the bed to straddle him.
âShit kitten⊠youâre unrealâŠâ He stared up at you as if you had hung the moon and he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs gently, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You leaned down and began marking up his beautiful chest, but he cupped your cheeks and brought your lips up to his own, placing his hands on your thighs once more. âCan I taste you baby? Make you feel good?â With each word, his hands drifted up to your dripping pussy until his fingers were teasing your entrance.
When he finally plunged a single digit in up to the first knuckle, you found yourself choking on a gasp and nodding frantically. He moved with a speed that made you dizzy when he flipped you onto your back and knelt between your legs.
He stared at your cunt with a hunger that made you shy, but you held back the urge to close your legs in self consciousness. When he looked back up at you and hovered his mouth over where you were aching for him most, he made eye contact as he licked a fat strip up the entirety of your crotch, making sure not to neglect your clit as he sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the swollen bud.
You threw your head back and moaned like a brainless whore as your hands gravitated to his beautiful blonde mane. However, your head wasnât down long as you were determined to watch this adonis of a man feast on you. And when he inserted a finger inside you, you were done for. He held your hips down with bruising strength as you writhed beneath him and added a second finger.
You were reduced to a whimpering mess as the man fucked you with his fingers slowly, wanting to gradually build your pleasure. âMinho!â You whined in both gratitude and frustration. He smiled as he briefly pulled his mouth away.
âYou gonna melt on my mouth, kitten?â You were beyond words and could only nod your head to communicate. âSay it againâŠâ He breathed against you, making you tingle from the hot air coming from between his lips.
You immediately knew what he meant and your heart swelled. âI love you, Minho.â You gasped and rolled your eyes back as he instantly crooked his finger up into your g-spot and returned his mouth to you. Only this time, his tongue joined as he quickly thrusted his fingers in you with precision. âFuck I love you so much! Shit!â You screamed his name as you did, indeed, melt on his mouth.
He lapped up your orgasm as if he was famished for you and his mouth slowly sucked and nipped its way up your body to latch onto your neglected nipples. You whined, just wanting him to be inside you already as you wrapped your legs around him and hung on him like a koala, pressing your body to his as you suspended yourself in the air under his crouched position.
He chuckled and pressed you into the mattress again, his warm chest and pelvis pressing against you. You rutted into him until you couldnât take it anymore and pushed him over until his back was pressed up against the headboard and straddled him once more. âPlease fuck me, Minho. I need you to fill me upâŠâ You whispered against his lips as one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other was frantically stroking his dick. To make your point, You knelt down to hover over his cock and let a string of saliva drip from your mouth down onto his throbbing head right before taking him in your mouth.
His thighs tensed under your palms and you closed your eyes in bliss as you listened to the beautiful sounds he was making because of your efforts. You swallowed down more of him and you felt a shaky hand push you back by your shoulder. âShit, youâre too good at thatâŠâ He heaved and roughly grabbed your hips to bring you flush to him, slightly lifting you so he could impale you on his cock.
You clung onto him as you sunk down and squinted your watery eyes to get used to that familiar, delicious stretch. The breath was stolen from you and you felt like you could cum without even moving, your emotional mindset making it all the more intense.
It wasnât long before you needed more and you gradually started bouncing on him, burying your face in his neck and latching onto his neck with your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure. He guided your hips with his strong hands and you could tell he was holding himself back from just bending you over and annihilating your pussy into the mattress, but all you felt were his sweet kisses across your neck and shoulder and whispered words of how much he loves you and how beautiful you were.
You werenât sure how long you two were going at it, lost in the sensation that was just purely Lee Minho, until you ground into him harder and cupped his cheeks with your hands. You tried portraying every ounce of your love for him with that one kiss and slowly picked up your hips, only to drop down on his cock with dizzying speed and force. His mouth went slack against yours and you watched as his eyebrows turned inwards in bliss.
You continued the action a few more times, fusing your body to his, until he took matters into his own hands. Before you knew it, you were on your back with the man thrusting into you with a force that made you scream out his name.Â
His mouth, hands, and tongue were all over you and your nails dug into his back with the ever-increasing intensity of his thrusts. âM-Minho! âMâso closeâŠâ You whimpered and he growled into your shoulder.
âCum on me, kitten. Soak me.â
A few more thrusts and you were done for. You cried out your ecstasy and he followed soon after, riding you through your orgasms.
He was still sheathed inside you when he plopped down on your body to catch his breath. You carded your fingers through his sweat-damp hair from where his face was pressed against your chest and you watched as his breaths gradually slowed.
When he was properly relaxed again, his cock soft inside you, he brought his face up to yours to litter kisses all over your skin, pulling a giggle from you. His smile was blinding when he pulled back to look down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âSo, does this mean I can properly call you my girlfriend now? Or do you fall in love with all of your FWBs?â You smacked his arm and he giggled as he laced his fingers in yours with the hand you had just used to abuse him.
You rolled your eyes at him. âAh, yes. You mean all of the many friends I fuck?â He smirked in response and you just sighed and relaxed into his touch. âNo, thereâs only room for one annoying asshole in my heart. So I suppose I can accept your propositionâŠâ His smile was both equally parts amused and bashful as he squeezed his arms around you and buried his face in your neck to take in a deep breath of your scent.
âItâs about goddamn timeâŠâ He said after another long squeeze and you couldnât control your sudden urge to smack his cute ass. You squealed out a giggle when he startled and quickly pinned your hands above your head. His eyes were mischievous right before he bent down to bite you on your shoulder, causing you to moan and his cock to jump inside you. His mouth drifted up your neck until he was whispering in your ear. âI hope that was worth it, because now youâre never getting out of this bed tonight.â
And he wasnât bluffing if the awkward (but not unwelcome) limp in your step the next day had anything to say about it.
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âYouâre shitting us. You two?â Hyunjin looked positively floored the next day you and Minho had the group all together and told them the two of you were dating.
âHow the fuck did this happen? I thought you hated Minho!â Changbin, equal disbelief in his tone. Minho scowled at him and Changbin held up his hands in a hasty defense.
You had vehemently apologized to Jisung the next time you saw him and told him youâd never forgive yourself for what happened. He just laughed it off and said he was happy for you, but you couldnât help but notice a touch of sadness in his smile while the rest of the group freaked out. However, Chris seemed a bit sheepish himself as well.
You tried to focus on the smiling face of Felix instead. âDonât get me wrong, he still properly annoys the everliving fuck out of me, but I guess he passes for a tolerable enough boyfriend.â You smiled teasingly at him and he scoffed at you with a suppressed smile.
âSo what does the big bro think about this?â
You smiled wide and confident at Chrisâ inquiry and casually answered. âWeâre avoiding telling him like the plague.âÂ
Minho spoke up at this. âSo I swear, if any of you motherfuckers breathe a word before we say so, you will end up having a very short lifespan.â The group chuckled nervously and you whacked his shoulder while he had the audacity to act all innocent like he hadnât said anything wrong.
âWhy do you gotta be such a pain in the ass, Min?â You casually repremanded him with little to no bite behind the question, instead chuckling at him.
âWell I guess their dynamic hasnât changed at least.â Hyunjin scoffed.
Suddenly, the groupâs attention drifted to something behind where you and Minho were standing and you turned around to see Tiffany strutting straight up to Minho, acting as if you, or any of the rest of the guys for that matter, didnât exist. âHey, Minho! I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me? I have a coupon for that sandwich place down the road and I thought I could use the company.â She ran her hand down his arm and circled his fingers around his wrist.
What a brazen bitch.
He pulled his hand from her grasp and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist with an annoyed expression directed at her. âUh, no thanks. I was gonna go get lunch with the guys and my new girlfriend, so I think Iâll pass.â You heard Changbin and Hyunjin snickering behind you and you couldnât contain your smug smile as you watched the rage morph on her face when she eyed where you and Minho connected.
She scoffed and looked at you like you were a pathetic worm, making you slightly curl in on yourself. The way she could make people feel like trash was one of her best capabilities. âAre you kidding me?! You were really so fucking hungry for dick that you felt the need to prove something to me by taking him? Thatâs just sad, sweetheart.â
Minho took a step toward her, not actually planning on doing anything violent, only to intimidate her just enough to have the enirety of campus feel the need to give him a wide berth. You held him back anyway and she just scoffed at him.
She slightly leaned around to look at you past his towering form and sneered at you. âFine, have it your way. I already got to fuck your last boy toy anyway, I donât need this one too.â Your heart dropped and she gave a wicked smile before turning and, right as she started leaving, you heard a voice speak up from the group of boys behind you.
âOh just go choke on another cock why donât you, deep-dished bitch.â She whipped her head around with fury in her eyes before hastily stomping away. You and Minho looked back incredulously at Jisung and he just shrugged. You donât think you had ever heard anything so malicious from his mouth and a wide smile broke out on your face before hugging him. He gave you a warm hug back and smoothed his hand up and down your spine. âNo one talks to my soulmateâs girl that way.â
You smiled up at him and squeezed him once more before returning to Minho, wrapping yourself around him and trying to ignore the fact that your best friend had fucked your ex without you knowing. However, knowing how much the men around you cared about you, you couldnât bring yourself to give a flying fuck.
Minho leaned over to quickly press a kiss to your head and squeeze you. âDo youâŠâ You vehemently cut him off with a kiss pressed to his lips as you shook your head. He smiled down at you and then began guiding you. âCâmon, Changbinâs gonna pass out if we donât feed him soon.â
âYah!â Changbin yelled and Minho cackled right before his phone went off in his pocket.
To both of your surprises, it was your older brother and as soon as Minho answered, you were sure the whole campus could hear the screaming from his end of the receiver. âWHAT THE FUCK MINHO?! MY SISTER?! YOUâRE FUCKING MY BABY SISTER?! YOUâRE FUCKING DEAD, DUDE!â
The two of you looked at each other in terror and you looked over to see Tiffany with her phone out and an evil grin on her face moments before strutting away. That bitch used my brother against me?!?! You turned back to the rest of the guys that had their eyes fixed on the two of you and their horrified looks confirmed your suspicions that they had, in fact, heard your brotherâs bellowing.
Well shit.
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