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of sex at parties {h.j.} | track 4

©June 2023, April 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 6k

Synopsis: The one where you play Truth or Drink and things get a little heated.

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Note: I know, I know... I wanted to have shorter chapters and update more frequently. But life happens. And it just so happens that I rediscovered my love for music making and production (not that anyone cares or even reads my notes). These things tend to engulf me fully and don't let me go until I'm forced out of them. When will I post the next chapter? Who knows? Could be tomorrow. Could be in two months (not likely...).

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“That’s almost too easy! Fuck Psy, Marry Bang PD and Kill JYP. Next!”

Yuqi’s answer sent Hwasa into a fit of laughter, almost bursting her pipes as she spat her drink into the nearby sink.

“Girl, you got some explaining to do about that.” When Wheein had prompted the blonde, she likely hadn’t expected an answer within two seconds.

“What do I have to explain about that? JYP was the obvious choice for Kill. Psy is famously known as the mother-father gentleman, so Fuck. And Bang PD…He has that TXT money. So, marry him and hopefully prevent him from signing any kind of prenup.” Yuqi took a sip from her cocktail, shrugging. The answer sent Hwasa straight into another breathless cough while her girlfriend steadied her. Otherwise she would have also sent her head straight into the marble countertop.

Two hours of dancing and three of Yuqi’s mysteriously strong cocktails after your arrival, you found yourself back in the kitchen. While all your closest friends surrounded you, everything seemed just a bit brighter. And a bit more funny too, with the alcohol running through your system. You were so relaxed even, you had somehow agreed to playing a few rounds of Truth or Drink. That you barely knew these people, or maybe because of it, you found yourself enjoying it more than usual.

So much so you had played it for the past 20 minutes, passing around questions with one simple rule. Either answer or empty your drink.

Sure, the gamification of drinking wasn’t the most intelligent decision. But it also gave you the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better. So, what the heck!

“Okay, fair.”

Yuqi spun the bottle once Wheein had passed her answer as acceptable. The rim landed on Changbin this time, the only male in your group. Leaned back against the counter, you had almost forgotten he was present. Well, almost, hadn’t it been for his visible affection for Yuqi. He always laughed at her answers a bit too loud, looked at her a little too long. She had ignored him for the most part, though you doubted it was out of spite or disinterest. She didn’t even realise his attempt to grab her attention; too drunk and into the game.

Changbin waited for her question, watching her lips move as she phrased it seconds later.

“Body count. Go!”

A little cliché, yes, though the boy seemed indifferent about it.

“Depends. What body count are we talking about?” Changbin counter-questioned as he crossed his buff arms over his bottle.

“What kind of freaky stuff are you into that you have several types of body count?”

Redness spread from Changbin’s cheeks to his ears as he shifted.

“I’m not into anything weird,” he defended, embarrassed by her suggestion. “I was talking more about sex or, like, mouth and hand stuff.”

“Alright. Let’s do sex.” That gave him base to answer.

“Then two.”

“Two?” Hwasa was surprised, leaning forward as she propped herself onto the countertop. She was a little shaky, swaying back and forth on her elbows.

“Yes. You sound shocked.”

“Why so few?” Yuqi’s filter had subsided somewhen between drinks four and five. The words simply tumbled out of her mouth at this point.

“Because,” Changbin shifted his weight onto the other leg, stalling. Not that his answer was particularly weird as it was double your body count, after all. But you couldn’t deny your own surprise. Until now, he had seemed very sure of himself. Carrying himself with a fair amount of self-confidence; almost oozing sex-appeal. You, too, had expected his body count to be much higher. “I don’t sleep with anyone I’m not involved with. I had two long-term relationships in High School, back-to-back. So, two people’s not weird.”

“What about the hand and mouth stuff body count?”

Changbin smirked at Yuqi’s curiosity, bringing his bottle to his lips, “Only one question per round.”

“Suspicious,” Yuqi’s eyes narrowed, “but alright.”

“Great, my turn then.” Changbin spun the bottle and the cap-part landed on Hwasa. She straightener her back, daringly waving her hands at him.

“Hit me!”

Contemplating his options, Changbin took a few seconds to find an appropriate question. Which wasn’t easy seeing he didn’t know and had barely spoken to her. “Okay. What was the most public place you ever had sex in?” Considering the expected sexual direction this game had taken, the question was fitting.

Hwasa ran her long nails through her hair, eyes fixing on Wheein in deep thought. “There’s been a few. What do you think, babe?”

“I don’t know. The whirlpool at my parent’s house?”

“Nah. That’s still pretty private. Your parents weren’t even home.”

Searching the mental drawers of her brain, Hwasa found a more fitting memory. She sent a knowing look towards her girlfriend, logging in her final answer. “I know. When we did at the movies.”

Wheein cocked an eyebrow as she took a strong sip from her drink. Her gaze, meanwhile, remained fixed on the colourful liquid, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah... That wasn’t me.”

“Of course it was!” Hwasa exclaimed, gesturing with her hands to revive the memory. “We watched that awful Tom Cruise movie.”

“I’ve never seen a Tom Cruise movie in my life.”

Hwasa should have left it at that, but her intoxicated brain didn’t take the hint. Knowing the crucial details of their backstory together—courtesy to Yuqi and her impressive interrogational skills—you sent her warning glares. Though she was too focused on her girlfriend to notice.

As extroverted as you had learned her to be, Hwasa had her fair share of relationships in the past. She had been with many men and women alike; some more serious and others not so much. Like her friends-with-benefits situation with Jackson, for example. After dating a lot through High School and the first two years of college, she eventually met Wheein. They loved each other very much, as anyone could tell after spending a few hours with them. An unspoken dynamic remained nonetheless, with Wheein being far less experienced.

She had been with men only for the first 20 years of her life. It took her another year to realise why her interest in them had never stuck. And another year after that to come to terms with her sexuality. That’s when she met Hwasa, their eventual relationship the first serious one she had ever been in. Let alone with a woman.

For as much as they loved each other, Wheein became insecure whenever Hwasa mentioned her previous partners.

So, yes. Hwasa should have probably let it be. But she didn’t.

“Erm, we sure did. I can’t believe you don’t remember. We got one of those loveseats in the last row, but the movie was so bad we started making out and stuff.” She didn’t need to explain and stuff further for you to know what she was hinting at. “I distinctly remember because my hair kept tangling up in your earrings. Almost lost an ear for sex that day.”

Clearing her throat, Wheein stepped back to lean against the counter, arms crossed. “Wasn’t me. See.” She lifted her hair, showing her ears to her girlfriend. It took a few seconds to realise her ears weren’t pierced. “It must have been one of your exes.”

A veil of tension spread over you at the hint of malaise in her voice. Hwasa’s cheeks heated up, a manicured nail between her teeth at the realisation.

“Oops.”

Despite the music blasting through the speakers, the silence was thick. It broke only once Yuqi spoke up. You had never been happier about her ability to find the place to pick up previous conversations.

“I had sex in a whirlpool once.” Heads turned in her direction as her face scrunched up at the memory. “Very sexy, but not comfortable. And then there’s the issue of protection. Who in their right mind carries a condom when sitting in a whirlpool?”

“So? What did you do?” Changbin’s curiosity was very sparked.

“We took a chance.” A shockwave overtook the crowd as though Yuqi had said something controversial. “I know. I’m not proud of it, either. But as I said, it was very sexy, and we didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“I definitely do not recommend taking a chance. Especially not for the sake of not ruining the mood.”

All eyes turned to you as you spoke, only acknowledging your words once they had come out of your mouth. Maybe you should go slower on the alcohol, as your body started to act on its own account.

“Speaking from experience?” Hwasa questioned with a smirk as you took another sip from your drink before finally setting it down.

“A friend of mine,” you explained, crossing your arms as you leaned against the fridge behind you. “She winged it once and got pregnant.”

“Damn! How old was she?”

“14 and a half.”

“That’s rough. Did your friend keep it?”

“He’s turning four in November.”

Most colour drained from Yuqi’s face at those words and a shudder ran through her body. “Now I’m kinda glad the only thing I got from my story was a cold.”

The crowd fell into a bunch of giggles at Yuqi’s honesty, the tensive mood finally fading. She should consider her ability to cut right through tension a gift.

Your gaze tiptoed through the doorway into the living area where they met a familiar figure. Over the past half-hour, you had searched his attention on occasion. The alcohol in your system encouraged the search for proximity to Jisung. Now that you had reached the early morning hours, the crowd started dissolving, and it became much easier for you to follow his movements. That he had the same urge for your closeness hadn’t gone by you. Several longing gazes had found you, which the vibrating egg inside you had at least some part in.

Jisung was still with most of his friends—sans Changbin, who was with you, and Felix, who had left a while ago. Instead, a few girls had entered the chat, most prominently a girl around your age and height. Why was she so prominent? Well, she seemed to find anything and everything your boyfriend said hilarious. She threw her black bob-cut-hair back so much, you feared she'd break her neck. She had started a conversation with your boyfriend earlier and now hung on his every word.

While you had checked their whereabouts at first, you stopped once you noticed Jisung’s nonverbal cues. The constant gazes your way and his lip wandering between his teeth with every uncomfortable chuckle. They told you he did anything but enjoy the banter the skimpily-clad girl had engaged him in.

Your suspicion proved correct when Jisung reached into his pocket and the vibrations picked up. Reassurance, that while he was talking to someone else, his mind was still entirely with you.

You probably should have helped out your boyfriend. You knew he couldn’t act on his unwillingness to continue talking to her. Though Jisung had to learn to handle such situations at some point. And you were having such a blast with your friends, so you let him be. The group was still debating their most public sexcapades and your head turned back as your lips wrapped around your bottle.

Apparently, your diverting glances hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Are you not bothered by that?”

Looking down at yourself, you feared your outfit had malfunctioned in some way. You knew you shouldn’t have worn a skirt to a frat party, but Yuqi had convinced you out of your faded black jeans. You always wear them. Spice it up a little. Unbeknownst to her, you had already spiced it up, the egg inside you rubbing against your walls with delicious pressure. But you still let yourself be talked into the skirt. Now, you regretted all your life decisions as a group of people stared at you.

“Why? What is it?” You searched your outfit for the origin of Hwasa’s statement.

“I’m talking about your boyfriend. Talking to another girl.”

You found the two of them again, eyes wandering up and down the girl’s sporty figure. Her long legs were clad in skin-tight jeans that reached her narrow waist. A crop top and pair of spotless white sneakers rounded off her athletic look. Her hand ran through her jet-black hair and that was all it took to detect that she was flirting. If her longing glances at Jisung hadn’t already been hint enough.

“And a pretty one,” Yuqi added as you focused on the group again, shaking your head.

“Not really, no. Why? Should I?”

“I don’t know. I’d be if it were my girlfriend, talking to her.” Wheein blushed at Hwasa’s words, damage control overshadowing her previous insecurity.

“I wouldn’t be too worried,” Changbin interjected, grabbing your attention. “She’s been coming on to each of us at least once tonight. She started off with Chris and made her way down the line.”

“Even if she didn’t. They’re only talking.” You met Jisung’s gaze, his lips morphing into a smile once he noticed. The vibrations spiked on cue, and it took a little more focus from you not to react. “I trust him.”

Little could have destroyed the trust you had for each other. Either of you understood that you had gotten lucky. Being with your best friend and finding your soulmate this early on. Apart from that, neither of you had ever given the other a reason to mistrust them. You were smart enough to not let anything risk what you had.

When Jisung excused himself from the group, your sense of awareness was proven yet again. He left the girl mid-conversation to join your separate party which filled you with pride. His cheeks squished into their usual round shape as he beamed at you until he landed at your side.

“Are you talking about me, or am I so pretty you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

Your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin landed on your shoulder. “It’s when he says things like that, that I know I’m stuck with him for life.”

The girls and Changbin chuckled at your words, Jisung meeting your gaze with a frown.

“What?”

“Nothing, baby. I love you.”

The stupid grin forming on his lips warmed your heart. “Love you, too.”

Your group picked up their game of Truth or Drink while your boyfriend stood wrapped around you. You tried focusing while Hwasa spun the bottle to land on you. The alcohol in your system caused a constant buzz, goosebumps rising as she asked you about secret kinks.

Your friends went positively berserk when you told them about your exhibitionistic tendencies. Not you. Not well-behaved Y/N, who never even swore. You refrained from further mentioning how you sometimes ditched underwear in everyday situations. Yuqi’s eyes would have probably bulked out of her skulls, comic-book-style. You also didn’t note your fondness of public play, fearing Hwasa would suffocate, forgetting to breathe.

“Sorry, but I can’t believe we could walk in on you two getting your freak on, entering a lecture hall. Or the cafeteria. Or the football court. Although…Would we walk out on you in that case?” Hwasa questioned once she had found the brainpower to pick her jaw up from the floor.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you told your friend in amusement. “We’re pretty good at hiding. You wouldn’t even know we’re there.”

A whole new set of toxins filled your bloodstream as you talked something so dirty. Quickening palpitations were enforced by your boyfriend, pulling you closer against himself. The mere mention of your spicy secret was enough to drive him crazy. He seemed even more excited, being the only one knowing you were living your kink right that second.

Your very sexy, very tempting boyfriend shared your interest in all things exhibitionist. Although you usually kept the PDA down whenever around people. Sure, you exchanged kisses here and there. But even hugging typically only occurred when no one was around. It was somewhat precautional. So people around you weren’t even slightly suspicious when you decided to go commando. Or if either of you controlled whatever Bluetooth vibrator the other was wearing. No one would suspect anything like that from the couple that hardly held hands in public.

Your friends accepted your revelation after many more questions, which remained unanswered. They went off-topic—or rather, off you as the focus of it—as they debated their willingness to have sex in public. And you didn’t dare complain.

This way, no one noticed Jisung’s hand creeping up the back of your thigh until he reached your ass. He kissed the back of your neck, blowing cool air against the moist skin as it tickled you. Trying to stay calm and keep your secret antics secret from your friends was half the fun. You bit the inside of your cheek as his breath tickled you, his teeth soon moving to nibble at your earlobe.

The two of you swayed to the music, concealing your ass which was grinding against his growing bulge. It was no surprise when you felt him stiffen against the movement, a proud smirk appearing on your face.

Your ability to turn each other on in seconds was still as present as during the first few weeks together.

“Baby,” Jisung hummed against your ear, hands grabbing your hips to still you.

“Mhm.”

The music was loud, and the people around you were drunk enough so no one could follow your conversation.

“It’s been about three hours of me playing with you like this. How about we tend to that upstairs bedroom situation?”

“I don’t know.” The wondering tone in your voice was fake, teasing, and Jisung could tell. “I’m not convinced. Also, kinda having a blast here.”

“I don’t think this is a matter of conviction,” Jisung whispered, lips wandering over your neck. His hands travelled under your shirt, fingers digging into your flesh as he manhandled you towards the exit. “It’s been over a week since we last did it. You’re as desperate as I am.”

“Am I?”

“We should go upstairs. You know, to check.”

Inspecting your surroundings, right now seemed the best possible moment to leave. Everyone was deep in conversation, attention straying from the two of you.

“Okay. But let’s make this quick. Wouldn’t want to miss too much of the party.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m gonna be real fast.”

Jisung took you by the hand, leading you out of the kitchen and towards the staircase at the back of the room. You looked back at the group as Oohs and Get Its were thrown your way and gave your friends a thumbs up.

From that moment on, your mind was on Jisung.

You ran up the stairs behind him, and into the dim, unoccupied hallway. Once you had ensured you were on your own, you pulled Jisung back to finally kiss him.

His hands came to your hips on impact, keeping you steady against him as your mouth opened to let him in. Tongues intertwining and teeth clashing, he stepped forward, pushing you against the wall. Jisung didn’t take a breather, grinding himself against you and giving you no time to think. People could have come out of one of the rooms at any point, catching you. Not a hint of secrecy remained as the alcohol and your boyfriend’s tasted roamed your veins.

Soon enough, his mouth travelled down your jaw, tongue meeting the skin of your throat in a longing suck. He went all in, his hands running up your body until he met your breasts. The pressure against your throat provoked a throaty moan.

You hummed at his actions, feeling even more desperate for his full attention.

With your hands in his hair, you pulled him closer to your chest, his lips soon pressed against your cleavage. It reddened under his kisses and your breathing accellerate as he rubbed over your nipples. H knew your body better than you, strong arms keeping you in place as he handled you the way that always made you go crazy. Made you crave him.

“Baby—” you groaned into the air, head thrown back to grant him more access to your neck.

“Told you, you were as desperate as me.” The smugness in his voice remained uncommented as both his hands dipped under your bra. He pinched your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and you ground yourself against him. A gush of wetness filled your panties as though they weren’t already soaked. It had been hours of him, controlling the vibrations inside you. “I bet you’re leaking out of your panties.” Jisung’s hand ran down your side until it reached the edge of your skirt. He felt below it, fingers dancing over your hot skin until his palm landed at your centre, cupping you. A groan left his lips. “Mhm, just like I said. You’re dripping.”

“Fine. You caught me,” you admitted with a sigh. “What are you gonna do about it, though?”

His face remained close as he turned the vibrations to the max, giving you no chance to prepare. Bending your knees at the rush of pleasure, you moaned into his mouth, pleading up at him. With his hand still cupping you, he could feel every contraction of your walls. Two of his fingers pushed the egg deeper into you. His palm against your clit further increased the electricity coursing through your veins.

“Did you say something?” Your mind blurred from the vibrations as mumbled pleas tumbled over your lips. Jisung smirked at your inability to form words, the toy slowing down after a while. “Didn’t think so.”

When he opened the door to the first bedroom he found, you followed him inside. Before he could even ask you to strip, you were already starting to undress. You were about to take your skirt off when Jisung stopped you with a request you couldn’t find it in you to deny.

“Leave it on.”

Of course, your insatiable, horny boyfriend would want to fuck you in a mini-skirt. You hadn’t worn anything that short in years. Add stockings and a cropped Rolling Stones shirt, and this would have come close to the outfit you had met him in.

Jisung removed his clothes, tight jeans requiring more attention as he struggled pushing them over his erection. After watching him take forever to rid himself of the confines, you decided to help him. Guiding his hands away from his crotch, you took over. A suggestive smile played on your lips as you held eye contact, dragging the pants over him and down his toned legs.

He expected you to lay back down once he was freed, letting him push you back into submission. Though, you had other plans at that moment.

Stripping your boyfriend of his briefs, his length looked too delicious to let the moment go by. So, you leaned in and took him into your mouth.

First, you concentrated on the head. You let the tip of your tongue dance over him before adding further lip action. After mere seconds, he was red and swollen, droplets of white crawling down the sides. He was twitching against your lips, head rolling back at the delightful dissatisfaction. Slow-paced ministrations were as arousing to him as they were frustrating, so you already expected his irritation.

Not a minute later, Jisung’s hands crept to the back of your head, attempting to guide you further down. In the current power position you found yourself in, you wouldn’t have any of that.

“Don’t move, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“’s not enough,” Jisung mumbled but complied, hands resting on your cheeks instead. “I need more.”

“I know. Just enjoy.”

You moved back to his head, sucking at him as your fingers dug into his thighs. They twitched against your touches, every other suck making him weak in the knees as they buckled.

Once Jisung started panting, you sped up, fitting more of him into your mouth. You could tell it became harder for him to hold back, hips bucking into your mouth on occasion. You didn’t stop him, enjoying his despair for the warmth and the lustful sight only you could provide him with. It made you feel powerful, the dominant side overtaking the logical one as you took him as deep as possible.

Gagging around him, a breathy “Fuck!” escaped him as he got oh so close to his orgasm. At some point, he must have taken the remote control out of his pocket. As he was nearing the edge, the vibrations increased, causing a moan to slip past your lips and around his length. He stifled an ecstatic scream with the back of his hand.

Your performance suffered for a mere second and Jisung took the opportunity to pull out. With new-found energy, he shoved you to lay on your back.

Typically, you held the more dominant position in bed. Sending your boyfriend to heaven by riding him like there was no tomorrow. All the more exciting was it when Jisung was so on edge he couldn’t stand your teasing. When he couldn’t wait to be inside you. That’s when he used his physical superiority to overpower you and have it his way.

You definitely had a soft spot for how he dominated you when he was particularly desperate.

With your back against the mattress and his arms on either side of your waist, there was no way for you to get up. Jisung used this advantage to connect his mouth to your breast, sucking at your nipple like you loved. Your eyes rolled back at the incredible sensitivity of each of his touches. After spending significant time at your chest—granting both sides the same amount of attention—he kissed his way further down. He flipped your skirt up and over your stomach, your underwear long stripped and you left exposed.

Desperate to get inside you, you expected him to remove the vibrator and replace it with himself. When he started kissing your thighs and stomach, you were surprised. Though you didn’t dare complain. Not when his lips burned your skin, threatening to leave lingering marks.

“So sweet.”

He didn’t mean for you to hear the whispered words against your core. The smile creeping onto your face turned to a loud moan as Jisung dove in. His lips found your clit, wrapping around it in a harsh hug. When he started sucking on you, the vibrations speeding up again, you believed you saw stars.

Your vision blurred, eyes moving to watch him, but you could barely make out shapes. Too overwhelming was his mouth on you, hips soon rolling against him to urge for more speed. A smirk against your flesh was followed by him repositioning your legs over his shoulders. It made him feel so much closer, your bodies basically becoming one. His mouth practically glued to your cunt.

At first, Jisung kept an agonising slow pace, eating you like he had all the time in the world. After a while, as your breathing sped up, so did your boyfriend’s mouth. For every count that your heartbeat accelerated, so did he. Licking a little preciser, sucking a little fiercer. All the while, he was grinding against the mattress, chasing his own release which was fast approaching. So much so you could tell from the humming against your core that sent shivers up your spine.

“Sungie—” you breathed out, hand coming to his hair to stop him. “Baby. Inside. Please.”

As he didn’t react at first, you thought he hadn’t heard you. You repeated your pleas, and finally, with a wall-tightening pull on your clit, he removed his lips from you. “I heard you the first time. Just couldn’t bring myself to stop yet.”

His words caused a breathy chuckle out of you as he took the vibrator out of you before kissing his way back up your body.

“You have protection?” you questioned as your fingers grazed his cheeks, heart eyes staring into your boyfriend’s.

“Always.” Connecting your lips in a soft kiss, Jisung got up for a few seconds to search his pants.

“Good thing we’re always prepared, huh?” You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched your boyfriend take his wallet out of his pocket. All the talking about public sex and taking chances had unlocked some long overwritten memories, and you chuckled with an uncomfortable shiver. “At least now we are.”

The look on Jisung’s face faltered as he went through every compartment of his wallet. Once, twice, and then a third time. You could tell from his expression that something was wrong. “Actually, about that…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t have condoms.”

“It seems like I forgot to fill up my stock. Don’t you have one with you?” Jisung asked, searching for your clothes on the bedroom floor.

“Have you seen my outfit? I barely have enough room for my phone.”

“Oh, I have seen your outfit, alright.” A suggestive smirk followed his reply as he climbed back over your body. “That skirt is doing things to me I can’t possibly put into words.”

Kissing you with more passion, Jisung’s lips soon wandered down your neck again.

“I could pull out.”

The laugh coming through your lips as you tilted your neck for better access was much sarcastic. “Have you learned nothing from the past? We are not taking chances.”

“So, we’re supposed to not have sex instead? Have you learned nothing from the past 20 minutes? We need this.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, view roaming through the room. Jisung’s gaze said something along the lines of ‘You have a plan, right?’. And a plan you had. Rolling out from under your boyfriend, you crawled over to the nightstand. “What’s one thing every frat always has at hand?” You pulled open the upper drawer, feeling its content as a smile spread on your lips. “I knew it.”

With an overjoyed “Yes!”, Jisung grabbed the silver square from your hands, opening it with his teeth. “This screams for a celebration?”

“What did you have in mind?”

The ambiguous grin crossing your boyfriend’s face made you curious and aroused you simultaneously. From experience, you knew his ideas in this area never quite disappointed. Most of them added into your bedroom routine; adapted into your standard practices.

Jisung soon crawled back over your body, erection pressing against your entrance as he held the vibrator between his fingers. “Baby?”

“Ssh.” One of his fingers came to your mouth as he smiled at you, happy. “Just enjoy.”

When he slipped inside you, your walls instantly wrapped around him. Sculptured for his exact shape and size. Having him this close, hitting your spot as though he himself had placed it right at his tip, filled you with complete satisfaction. You could have remained in this position for hours. Being close to him. Warming him. Though soon enough, the calm inside you was forced to evacuate, the electrifying vibration of the pink egg meeting your clit.

You jumped at the feeling that was only enforced as Jisung started moving. Rapidly. Sending you to heaven within seconds as you crumbled around him. Nothing but his name escaped your lips, like a holy mantra.

It didn’t take either of you long to finish, both of you on edge from having waited over a week to be together like this. Which, quite frankly, rarely happened. And when the orgasm finally hit, toes curling and walls crashing, it sent him into his own high.

It took you minutes to come back down to earth.

“Damn.” You chuckled, agreeing, and your eyes met when you tilted your head to look up at him. You rested on his chest as it rose in unison with your breathing. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You kissed for a while, simply enjoying the intimacy before you pulled away to get up from the bed.

“You want to go back already?”

While you retrieved your clothes from the floor, your boyfriend still laid in bed, naked, propped up on his elbows. “What? You need more aftercare or something?”

“Nah. I thought you might. That was really intense just now.”

You pulled your top over your head, tugging it in your skirt before strutting towards him. With your fists planted on the mattress, you bowed over him, giving him a long, heated kiss. He bit your lip as you drew away, one of his hands coming to your jaw to keep you still.

“I need to pee.”

“Wow,” Jisung replied with a giggle, letting go of your face. “You’re nailing the dirty talk, baby.”

You blew a kiss at him as you walked to the door, leaving the room to find a bathroom.

A long hallway with a handful of doors on each side opened before you. The house was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, fitting around a dozen people. And that was just the first floor. Any of these doors could lead to a bathroom but this was somewhat urgent. So, you opted for a rushed yet systematic approach.

You chose the door next to the one you had come out of, finding nothing but an empty bedroom. Much like the one your boyfriend was currently dressing in. The door after that was some form of storage unit, the only thing close to a toilet a bucket on the floor. If your search came up empty, you might revisit the idea.

One after another door led to more disappointment. Not until you opened the last door on the left side you found a room that wasn’t an unoccupied bedroom. It still was a bedroom—very much so—but it wasn’t even close to vacant.

The layout came into focus, illuminated by a ring light standing in the corner. As you further roamed the room, you spotted two bodies pressed together in the comfort of one of the two beds. You had no idea how you even got a close enough look to realise you knew one of the two people. It was likely your eyes, meeting for a second. That’s when you recognised his signature freckles, his face dropping as panic overshadowed.

“I’m sorry.” As fast as you had entered the room, you left it, eyes wide in confusion and surprise. It took you less than a few seconds to add two and two together.

Before you could think further about it, you got pulled out of your haze by none other than your boyfriend.

“Found a bathroom, baby?”

“Huh?” He tiptoed towards you and a grin spread on his features as he inspected a stinging hickey on your neck.

“Bathroom?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t find one.” You smiled as he pulled you closer, kissing the dark mark. “I’ll use the one downstairs.”

“Let’s get back then. Wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun, right?” A wink followed his question which you didn’t have the mind to return properly. You couldn’t quite forget what you had seen, hands entangling with your boyfriend’s as you threw one last look back into the hallway.

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daizymax · 2 years ago

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@lalal-99 "where did you pull that story out of" uhhhhh 😅 i was overcome with feelings about minho out of nowhere and just got the urge to write a fwb fic featuring him, so this was the result. so glad you enjoyed! thank you for reading!

good to me | lmh (m)

summary: maybe agreeing to play a drinking game with friends while harboring a secret isn’t the best idea, but minho is tired of keeping the shift in your relationship a secret, anyway.

pairing: lee know x fem reader

genre: smut

word count: 7.2k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: profanity; established “friends with benefits” relationship; alcohol consumption during a drinking game; some other members of stray kids are also featured; one (1) “your mom” joke; thousands of words but still no real plot i just wanted to write fwb minho smut and it kind of got away from me; graphic sexual content; two different sex scenes (again, this got away from me); public sex (in a car in an empty parking lot); oral (m and f receiving); cum eating; dirty talk; one (1) ass slap; some deep-throating, hair pulling, breast play & nipple play; penetrative sex with birth control measures in effect (no condom use though, which is a Big Deal to them, especially minho); creampie

author’s note: minho is a menace. hope you enjoy!

“Ow, fuck!”

The backseat of your car is too cramped, but that’s nothing new. And neither is Minho telling you so.

He chuckles your name as you finally perch yourself on his lap. “Let’s just go back to my place,” he suggests. “There’s plenty of room in my bed.”

“Hyunjin is there,” you whisper plainly, as though that settles the matter.

Minho squeezes your hips and shrugs. “So? I don’t want to keep sneaking around like this anyway.”

“Well, I do.” There is a distinct note of finality in your tone, but you know this is far from the last of the conversation.

You and Minho have been fucking for weeks and friends for years, but you’re not quite ready to make the former fact common knowledge amongst the rest of your friend group just yet. Some will be shocked, some will be annoyingly smug, and none of them will be quiet about it. The novelty of the situation would probably only last a few days before things settled down again, but you’re just not prepared to deal with all the attention yet. Best to keep things quiet for now.

That still doesn’t change how you feel about Minho, though. You adore him, and right now, you feel like you’ll burst if you wait any longer to touch him.

Without further worries, you reach down to open his pants and pull his cock out. He’s hard, but he’s not dripping yet, and you’re more than ready to work on that. Sliding to the side to kneel next to him on your backseat, you bend down and wrap your lips around his tip.

Minho sighs in instant pleasure and rests an arm across your upper back, relaxed and content as can be, but also very appreciative, if you’re interpreting the tickling of his fingers on your shoulder correctly.

“You’re so good to me,” he says, and there’s a hint of reverence in his soft-spoken voice.

You can’t exactly look up and smile at him while you’re face down in his lap with a mouth full of cock, but you suction your lips tighter around his cockhead to give him a couple strong sucks and further prove his point. He gasps and then groans when you let him go just as quickly as you engulfed him with one last loud suck.

Tilting your head to the side, you lick a bit of excess spit from the corner of your mouth, then lick your way down his warm length; it leaps against your tongue, and you can’t help but giggle at how responsive he is to your touch. He squeezes your shoulder when you gulp half his dick back into your mouth in one swoop, and you hear his head fall against the seat when you work up a quick pace with your mouth and tongue focused around those few inches. You twist your hand around his base and tilt your head the other way to dig his swollen tip into the inside of your cheek just to enjoy the way it feels.

“Jesus,” Minho breathes when you pull off again. His cock is glistening even in the dim lighting at the edge of this empty parking lot.

Jerking him slowly, you ask, “Want to come like this?”

“What, in your mouth? Always.” He takes your chin in his fingers and gets you to look at him before you can put your mouth back to work on him. “Hey, I want you to come, too, though. I know you like sucking my cock, but I doubt you can come from it.”

You grin and roll your eyes. “No, but I’m not worried about me tonight. Just want to make you feel good.”

He pouts. “Well that’s hardly fair.”

“It’s okay,” you promise. “There’s always next time, when we’re not cramped in my car.”

“And whose idea was that?” he mentions.

“Do you want to come or not?”

Minho pulls you in for a kiss, chaste at first, then deepening to roll his tongue against yours. When he finally pulls away for air, his voice has a new rasp to it: “Do whatever you want with me.”

Fuck. When he talks like that, it makes you want to edge him until he prays your name and begs to come. Either that or climb in his lap and bounce on his cock until the windows are foggy and he can’t take the overstimulation anymore. But you don’t have the energy for all that right now, and you know you can make him see stars without using your pussy, so you get back to it.

To your delight, his cock is still rock hard when you run your tongue along it again. The flared head leaks a dribble of precum that you’re happy to lap up just before you swallow as much of his length as you can comfortably fit in your mouth.

“God, fuck,” Minho grunts when he hits the back of your throat. “Your mouth is too good, baby, I’m not gonna last.”

The pace you build up now is not meant to tease him anymore, but finish him. His panting and soft moaning tells you it won’t take long, just as he warned.

With his head fallen against the seat again, he rests a hand on the back of your head and tightens his fingers against your scalp just enough to let you know how much he’s enjoying himself.

He licks his lips and swallows hard. “Shit, Y/N. Just like that. Fuck!”

You swirl your tongue as best you can in between your rapid bobbing. The tip of him is hitting the back of your throat often because you’re quickly becoming addicted to the sensation and you can’t seem to stuff your mouth full enough.

When you get greedy enough to try to swallow him further down your throat, you gag, and Minho flinches at the sound.

“Easy, baby, easy,” he pants, but you’re too engrossed in his pleasure.

After a deep breath, you’re more prepared for the next time he breaches your throat, but Minho isn’t. He’s not prepared for how fucking good it feels when your throat flexes around his cockhead as you swallow around it, or how quickly his orgasm rushes through him after that.

“Holy shit, Y/N, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, gonna come so f-fucking hard- shit-shit-shit-hnnngh!”

He grunts loudly as the first shot of cum bursts from his slit and straight into your throat. You retract him back to the tip of your tongue so he can flood your mouth and you can swallow his cum in your own time instead.

Minho trembles through the force of his orgasm as he ejaculates shot after shot onto your waiting tongue, coating its surface entirely white. A little bit oozes over the corners of your lips, but you don’t dare move yet; not until he’s pumped out every last drop.

After you give him a few last strokes to get the last bit of cum out, you scramble up to look at his face. He looks even more gorgeous than usual when he’s all fucked-out, sweat dotting his forehead and hairline. He’s still panting when he gets a look at the gooey load on display in your open mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, reaching out to get the bits dripping out of the side of your mouth with his thumb. Instead of popping it into your mouth with the rest of his orgasm like you suspect he would, he quickly licks it off his thumb himself, and you ignore the way your pussy clenches at the erotic scene.

It takes a couple swallows, but you get the rest of his cum down and giggle as you reopen your mouth to show him it’s all gone.

“You’re fucking amazing, Y/N,” Minho marvels, pulling you in for another passionate kiss. “So fucking hot.” He tilts your head so he can kiss your forehead next. “So fucking good to me.”

Thumping music can be heard through the front door. Minho leans forward to knock on it, his other hand on the small of your back. You give him a look that says to behave - you two aren’t dating, and your friends still don’t know that you’ve been hooking up.

Your best friend winks and lets you go just before the door swings open.

“Hey guys, come on in!” greets Chan, shouting over all the noise inside. He gives you a one-armed hug and claps Minho’s hand as you each pass him, then goes to grab some drinks for you both. You love when Chan hosts parties - he’s by far the most gracious host in your friend group, plus he’s the only one with a house rather than an apartment.

Looking around, you realize you don’t know a lot of the people here tonight, but as you and Minho mosey into the living room, you eventually find a couple familiar men talking and laughing together.

“Oh my god, there you guys are!” Felix shouts the moment he spots you two. He slings an arm over each of you before kissing you each on the cheek, obviously quite tipsy already.

Changbin gives you and Minho the same hug and hand-clap that Chan did and explains, “Lix has had a hard week, so we’re in for a lot of drinking tonight.”

“Aw.” You sidle closer to the freckled man and nudge his arm. “I’m sorry, Felix. What happened?”

Felix grunts. “Just work shit. I don’t even want to talk about it right now, honestly.” He cranes his neck to look toward the kitchen, and when he spots what - or who - he’s looking for, his face falls. “Oh, what the fuck. I thought Chan was bringing back shots, not beers.”

The rest of you look to see that Chan is indeed carrying a whole tray of beers your way - five in total.

“What’s all this about?” you ask him when he arrives with the drinks plus accompanying bottle opener.

Chan sets the tray on his coffee table and says, “Hyunjin’s idea. He said he wanted to play a drinking game as soon as you and Min got here.”

You count the bottles again to make sure you got the number correct, but Minho beats you to the punch.

“What, you’re not joining us?” Minho says.

Chan shakes his head, already walking away to disappear into the crowd. “Nah, maybe later.”

The volume of the music decreases by a small margin a second later, and you figure that was Chan’s doing, too.

“Well, where’s-?” Changbin starts to ask, but Hyunjin makes his grand entrance by suddenly vaulting over the back of Chan’s couch and landing right in the center. Felix chuckles at the smooth move, but Changbin rolls his eyes.

“Took you two long enough,” Hyunjin comments with pointed stares at you and Minho. “We’re not keeping you guys from something more important, are we?”

Fuck. He knows you’re fucking Minho. He has to know. Why else would that twinkle be in his eye?

But even if he does know, you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of caving and confessing right now. You’ll do it later, on your own terms, when you’re ready.

So for now, you roll your eyes and scoff, “Says the guy who was almost two hours late for Felix’s promotion dinner.”

Felix sits beside Hyunjin and starts to say something but is promptly interrupted.

“Right, so anyway!” Hyunjin continues loudly. “Do you guys want to play I’ve Never or Truth or Dare?”

From your peripheral vision, you can tell Minho just glanced at you, but you refuse to give him the same nervous look. It’s not hard to tell where this is going. The first chance Hyunjin gets, he’s going to try to get one of you to spill the tea about where Minho has been sneaking off to on random week nights lately.

“You mean Never Have I Ever?” Changbin asks.

Hyunjin throws his hands up. “Yeah, that, whatever. ‘I’ve Never’ is easier to say.”

“Let’s do I’ve Never,” Felix chooses, tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable on the couch. “We just drink if we’ve done the thing the person says they haven’t, right?”

Hyunjin nods.

Well, you don’t want to step out and ruin the fun, especially if this is something that might make Felix feel better tonight, so you settle yourself cross-legged on the floor. Changbin sits beside you, and Minho takes the spot on Hyunjin’s other side, across the coffee table from you.

The five of you grab your bottles and pass the bottle opener around the circle. When you’re all ready, it surprises you that Hyunjin doesn’t demand to go first - he asks Felix to go.

“Alright,” Felix starts. “Um, I’ve never spent more than a hundred dollars on a shirt.” Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to take a swig, to which Felix rolls his eyes and mutters, “Of course you have.”

Hyunjin goes next, thinking for a moment before saying, “I’ve never accidentally sexted the wrong person.”

Not what you expected him to say, but that’s another round of not drinking for you. Felix and Changbin both take a drink, however, and they laugh about how awkward their experiences were. When Hyunjin’s nosy nature compels him to ask who they accidentally sexted, they both answer with a very immature but impressively synchronized, “Your mom,” which throws them into a bigger fit of laughter. Hyunjin rolls his eyes and nudges Minho.

“Uh, let’s see…” Minho thinks. Inevitably, his eyes land on you. “I’ve never lied to impress someone,” he says.

You purse your lips to keep from smiling at him, but it’s good information to know.

While you’re trying to avoid meeting Minho’s eyes for too long, you almost miss Hyunjin teasing Changbin for taking another drink.

“What did you lie about, how much you can bench press?”

Changbin puts his fist over his mouth and coughs, and you’re the only one who can make out the words “my car”.

“What’d he say?” Hyunjin asks you, but you just shake your head and giggle.

“My turn, then?” you ask, and the group nods. “Okay. Umm… I’ve never used a cheesy pickup line on someone.”

Changbin scoffs, “I think we’d have to make Jisung chug a six pack for that one,” and you laugh along with everyone else at the expense of your absent friend.

Wherever he is tonight, Jisung is missing out on his favorite pastime: drinking games with friends and the opportunity to flirt with everyone in the room. He and Hyunjin together make quite the obnoxious pair, though, so it’s kind of a relief that Jisung isn’t here tonight, if you’re being honest.

“Okay, you’re next, Changbin,” Hyunjin directs.

It takes him a little while, but eventually Changbin says, “I’ve never slept with any of my friends.”

What. The fuck.

Felix’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, your heart leaps into your throat, and Hyunjin practically vibrates in his seat.

“No, what kind of turn is that?” Felix complains. “I thought the point of the game was to try to make people drink, not give them free passes. We’re back to me already and Y/N hasn’t drank once! Neither has Min!”

It’s Changbin’s turn to throw his hands up. “Well I don’t fucking know! It just came to mind first. Besides, I already know you're getting cut off early tonight, so you’re welcome for the free pass.”

He starts to tell Felix to go on ahead with his turn already, but Minho brings his bottle up and gulps back a long swig.

You raise an eyebrow at him, then your own beer bottle, as if to say, Cheers, baby, we’ve been busted. So much for that conversation you were planning to have with him. So much for breaking the news to everyone on your own terms.

The circle is quiet for a second, then two…

…then Felix’s jaw falls wide open, Changbin starts choking on nothing, and Hyunjin jumps up to shriek, “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, sit the fuck down!” Chan’s voice booms from somewhere in the distance. Even the most gracious of hosts has their limits, and Hyunjin evidently just crossed the line by jumping on the couch.

At the same time, Felix looks like his brain is short-circuiting as he points back and forth between you and Minho. “Did you two hook up? With each other? When?”

Minho hasn’t stopped looking at your face since he took that damning sip, but he looks down at the floor now, and you take it as a sign that he’s putting the rest in your hands, leaving it up to you if you want to elaborate or not.

“Yeah,” you begin, looking to Felix. “Almost two months ago, I think? And… as recently as Thursday.”

Hyunjin giggles maniacally and Changbin scoots over to kick his shin.

“Thursday, like, two days ago Thursday?” Felix presses.

Minho looks back up at you with a neutral expression and takes another sip of his beer because why not, it’s clear the game is over.

Looking straight back at him, you answer Felix, “Yeah, like two days ago.”

Changbin raises his eyebrows as if impressed, and Felix falls victim to Hyunjin’s sudden need to squeeze something to cope with his feelings over the news. He rocks Felix back and forth and laughs as though this were the greatest thing that could happen tonight.

“I knew it,” Hyunjin repeats, turning to trap Minho in his embrace next. “I knew that sounded like Y/N in your room last week, man.”

You and Minho speak up at the same time:

“Well that’s mortifying.”

“Wait, you were home?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hear any sexy fun-time noises,” Hyunjin placates, hand over his heart. “I came home, heard you both talking in Minho’s room, then I hid in my room before you went to leave, Y/N.”

Changbin cuts in, “Wait, if you only heard them talking, then what made you think they were hooking up?”

“Easy. I found a used condom in the bathroom trash the next morning,” Hyunjin explains, simple as that.

Minho groans in pure annoyance because you’ve asked him a thousand times by now why he doesn’t have one measly little trash can in his room, and you can only giggle because this whole time you thought you were both successful in being secretive, only for Hyunjin to crack the case so easily.

Hyunjin pinches Minho’s cheek and continues, “Is anyone really surprised, though? You and Y/N…” He pauses for a dramatic, dreamy sigh. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“Can’t believe you guys wouldn’t tell us, though,” Felix says, pouting hard.

“I’m sorry, Lix,” you apologize. “Minho wanted to, but I just… I don’t know. I wasn’t ready yet.”

Changbin nods and pats your knee. “It’s probably not easy to find the right time for something like that." He looks between you and Minho. "Uh, I’m sorry I kind of… made you tell us. You didn’t have to, if you weren’t ready.”

“No, it’s okay, Bin,” you say, offering him a smile. “I’m sure Hyunjin was getting around to it, anyway.”

“Me?” Hyunjin squeaks, offended. “Fuck no. I wanted to see how long you guys would squirm before one of you couldn’t handle keeping the secret anymore. Holy shit, wait until Ji finds out, he’s gonna lose his shit!”

Again, it's a relief Jisung isn't here tonight with his greatest partner-in-crime.

As you exit Chan’s bathroom, you bump into Minho at the front of the line. But instead of going in, he steps out of line and ushers you to the side with him.

“Hey,” he says. “What are you up for next?”

You’ve danced with him, joked around some more with him, Changbin, Felix, and Hyunjin, and played beer pong with Chan and a couple of his new friends. You’re ready to call it a night.

“I think I’m ready to go,” you admit.

“Everything okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m good. The party’s just winding down, and Hyunjin also keeps wagging his eyebrows at me whenever he sees us talking to each other, so I think I’ve had enough for one night.”

Minho laughs. “Yeah, he’s being super annoying, isn’t he.”

“I mean, this is exactly how I thought he’d be when he found out,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Minho wraps his arms around you and draws you close. “Sorry I did this to you. I shouldn’t have played along, I could’ve just not drank.”

You shake your head, and it rubs against him. “It’s okay, really. Not exactly the way I wanted everyone to find out, but they were going to eventually, so it’s fine. I’m fine with it. By Monday, the ‘novelty’ of us hooking up will probably have worn off already, anyway.”

He pulls back and tickles your chin. “Well I, for one, hope it never wears off.”

You smile into the kiss he plants on your lips, and you can feel him smile back. When he pulls away again, you both start to speak, and Minho urges you to go first.

Clearing your throat, you say, “I wanted to ask you something.”

He brushes his knuckles across your cheek gently. “Sure. Anything.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been nervous with him like this, but you manage to voice your question: “Do you think we could go out on a date next weekend? Like, a real date?”

His hand pauses for a split second, then drops down to hold your waist. “Yeah, of course. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Dinner on Friday night?” you suggest.

He smiles and nods. “Sounds perfect.”

You beam, your heart feeling light and fluttery all of a sudden. “Awesome. Were you about to ask me something, too?”

“Yeah, um. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Minho asks. His voice is quiet, as always, but the words are clear.

“A label sounds so official,” you tease, smile twisting into a smirk.

He shrugs. “Well, I could always call you ‘this-beautiful-girl-I-go-out-with-who-supports-and-fucks-me-a-lot’. What do you think of that one?”

Giggling, you take his face in your hands and press another kiss on his lips. “I like ‘girlfriend.’ Does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend?”

“Either that or ‘that-hot-guy-I-support-who-gives-amazing-head’. In fact, I think I prefer that one, thank you very much.”

“Ooh, okay.” You kiss him again, still giggling. “My new boyfriend is super cocky. Good thing he has the skill to back it up.”

Minho smirks and tongues the inside of his cheek. “If you want to head back to my place, I’ll spend all night proving I’m worthy of that title.”

The next kiss is a lot hungrier. His tongue tastes of beer, and you’re sure yours does, too. You almost forget about his offer as you get caught up in the way you’re ravishing each other’s lips and shamelessly groping each other’s asses in Chan’s hallway.

Luckily, you always have Hwang Hyunjin around to ruin moments and bring people back to their senses.

“Oh my god, we know you guys are fucking!” he wails, clapping a hand over his eyes. “You don’t need to do it in front of everyone, for fuck’s sake!”

Minho pulls away from you and laughs. Then he takes your hand in his and tells his roommate, “Stay here with Chan tonight. We need the apartment so I can make love to my girlfriend all night.”

Hyunjin drops his hand from his eyes and gawps at what he’s just heard.

You giggle madly and decide to capitalize on Hyunjin’s first speechless moment by leading Minho back downstairs and out the front door without another word to anyone.

It’s difficult to keep your hands off him while he drives you both back to his place, but you manage to make it until he parks the car. He rounds the car and opens your door in record time, helping you climb out so he can take you by the hand again and lead you upstairs.

His front door slams closed with Minho’s back pressed against it because you can’t wait to kiss him any longer. He grunts at the impact but doesn’t lose focus over the way he’s licking inside your mouth. When you press your thigh between his legs, he sighs at the contact on his erection. You go to drop to your knees and free it, but he stops you.

“Bedroom,” he instructs, voice pitched low.

You raise your eyebrows and grin before hurrying to his room. He slaps your ass as soon as you turn, and you squeal excitedly. You take it upon yourself to strip as you go, and Minho happily follows your lead. By the time you get to his bed, you’re left only in your bra and panties, and he’s down to his boxers.

Perching yourself on his mattress, you beckon him closer with a crook of your finger. Again, he follows, and you allow him to unhook your bra and drop it to the floor. You try to reach for his dick again, but he takes your wandering hand and presses a hasty kiss to your palm.

“Wasn’t I supposed to be proving something?” he reminds you. “Get that pussy in my face. Now.”

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing that soft voice of his used on the filthiest words.

“Fuck, Minho,” you gasp, lying back and letting him maneuver your legs however he wants before slotting himself in between. Goosebumps prickle to life across your skin the moment his breath hits one of your inner thighs. He practically tears your panties down your legs, and a second later, he’s diving in.

His tongue licks feverishly up and down your slit, occasionally poking shallowly inside your hole, while his face shakes back and forth messily. His fervor is hot, but you know he’s not actually trying to get you off yet; he’s simply enjoying himself for now, which is also hot in itself.

Minho pulls away after a moment and moans, “Love the way you taste, baby.”

You don’t have a response for that, but he’s not expecting one, either. He leans right back in and narrows in on your clit now, flicking his tongue over it slowly. Very slowly.

He can be such a fucking tease.

“Minho, please,” you pout. “No teasing. Not tonight.”

“But we have all night,” he reasons, barely lifting his face away from your center to get the words out. “You’re gonna come more than once tonight, Y/N, I promise.”

He doesn’t resist when you wind your fingers into his hair, but he doesn’t speed up his ministrations, either. He keeps his pace slow and tantalizing, a stark contradiction to just a few minutes ago when you were both running down the hall to get here.

You tighten your fingers against his scalp and swear you can feel him smirk into your folds.

“Gonna get you nice and wet for my dick,” Minho murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s talking more to you or himself now.

He coils his arms tighter around your legs, keeping you spread wide open for him. A wet sound draws your attention, and you look down in time to watch a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips down to your pussy. The eroticism has your head rolling back against his sheets.

Minho spreads his spit across your slit with his tongue, wriggling it back and forth, up and down, until you’re smeared with a sticky mixture of his saliva and your own dripping arousal. It didn’t take long at all to get what he wanted - you, nice and wet for his dick - but it seems he’s still in no rush to stick it inside you.

His warm hands move to cup your ass, fingers splayed over your cheeks, thumbs spreading your folds apart to see your clenching hole. Your hips buck of their own accord, trying to regain any sort of friction for the spot between them.

Minho swears under his breath and presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your slit, then another. His kisses quickly turn open-mouthed and greedy, though, and his tongue returns to the mix to wriggle as far into your walls as he can get it. He gives you firm licks from the inside, which starts to work you into a frenzy, but it’s not the same as having his thick, hard cock stretching you open. His wet tongue is nice, and he’s great with it, but it just can’t knock against your g-spot as well as his cock does.

“Minho,” you whine again.

He withdraws his tongue and hums against you curiously, as though he couldn’t possibly know what you want.

“Just fuck me already,” you plead, tugging at his smooth hair.

He shakes his head free of your hold and looks up at you slyly. “But I just got down here.”

You writhe. “I already know you give amazing head, you can prove it again some other time. Please just get inside me.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he compliments suddenly, and you can’t tell if that means he’s going to oblige your plea now or not.

Minho starts crawling up from between your thighs, trailing kisses up your stomach and chest as he goes. When he reaches one of your tits, he takes as much of it into his mouth as he can to give it a rough suck, and you gasp when he bites into your skin. The rough sensation sends a pulse of need south to your core.

His eyes flick up to your face as he releases your tit with a soft suction sound. “Sorry, baby. Too rough?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s good, I like it.”

He smiles. “Good.”

He takes the side of your face in one of his hands and kisses your lips. His tongue is still ripe with your juices, but you don’t mind. Minho always finds it hot kissing you after he’s gone down on you, and you find it hot when he’s desperately horny. The man who seemed content to spend all night teasing you half to death a few minutes ago is moaning prettily into your mouth and eagerly clashing his tongue with yours.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he groans, finally pulling away for some air.

When his hands go to the waistband of his boxers, a wave of excitement trembles through you. The sight of his erection springing free over the top of his underwear makes you whimper, and Minho smirks at your unabashed reaction. You can’t help it, though - not when his cockhead looks so delicious, all red and swollen and wet at the tip.

You’ve barely gotten a good look before he’s leaning over to yank open the drawer on his nightstand.

“Wait,” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder just before he can rip a condom off the strip with only three left on it.

Minho freezes and looks to you in concern. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You glide your hand down to squeeze his bare bicep. “Nothing’s wrong, I was just thinking…Maybe we can go without a condom.”

“Without one?” he asks, clearly confused.

You nod and reach to cup his other bicep, too. He’s still holding the strip of condoms, fingers still poised to tear one off to use. You gently take them from him and drop them back into his nightstand.

“I’m still on the pill, and we know we’re both clean, so… why not?” you say, chewing your lip.

It takes another moment for realization to sink in, at which point Minho’s tense body finally relaxes and he smiles widely, clearly excited by this prospect.

“Holy shit, you want me to fuck you raw?” He cups one hand on your waist, the other on the nape of your neck. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Having sex without a condom isn’t something you’ve ever done, and you know Minho hasn’t, either. It’s new territory, but the risks are low, and you’re willing to do this since it’s with him.

You lean in to peck his cheek before answering. “I’m sure, Minho. I want us to really feel each other. And I want you to cum inside me.”

His jaw drops, and you get the impression his mind hadn’t even gone that far yet, still stuck at the part where he gets to feel your tight, wet pussy around him without the annoying barrier.

“Oh my god,” he groans. He uses both hands to pull you into another quick series of open-mouth kisses, then asks how you want him.

Wordlessly, you shuffle a little to the side to settle right in the middle of his mattress and lie back again, just as before. Minho moves with you, positioning himself between your spread legs again. His throbbing erection bobs in the open air as he moves until he takes it in his hand and gives himself a few slow pumps. A drop of precum leaks from his tip onto his sheets, and even though this is exactly what you wanted, it fully hits you now that your best friend - boyfriend - is about to fuck you without a condom for the first time.

His cockhead pops smoothly into your sopping cunt, and Minho hisses through his teeth. Dropping forward, he takes one of your hands in his and presses it into the sheets over your head, and you give it a squeeze as he pushes in deeper and stretches you further.

“O-Oh, holy sh-shit,” Minho stutters.

You chuckle and purposely clench your walls tighter, trying to suck him in the rest of the way. He practically yelps.

“Jesus, don’t do that, baby,” he whimpers. His new tone of voice is delicious. “This is probably going to be unimpressive as it is, but I’ll come in two fucking seconds if you’re gonna squeeze me like that- fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Well, we have all night, don’t we?” you tease, throwing his earlier words back at him.

He doesn’t respond, just sinks the rest of his length into your warm, wet cunt. Once he bottoms out, he pauses again, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Good?” you ask.

Minho hums. “You feel incredible, baby. I don’t think I can go back to condoms after this.”

It’s a mindless, heat-of-the-moment phrase that makes you giggle, and he groans when you unintentionally clench tighter around him. You’re about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s already straightening his back to look down at where he’s joined with you. He drags his hips back an inch or two, watching his cock reappear slicker than before.

His eyelids flutter. “Want to rail you so fucking bad, but I’ll come way too fast.”

You shrug. “So come fast.”

Minho ignores your suggestion, running his hands along your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide for him so he can continue enjoying the view. It might be partly to distract himself, but he reaches out to strum his thumb back and forth across your swollen clit, and you jolt at the immediate rush of pleasure. You also clench around him again, which makes him shiver and bite his lip.

Part of you wants to joke about how good your pussy must be to stress him out like this, but it’s clear that he’s struggling, and you doubt that teasing is going to help him relax in this case.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching down for his forearm between your legs. Minho looks up and stops fingering your clit. “Everything’s good, baby. We have all night.”

This time you mean it in a gentler, more sincere capacity, and you know he can tell the difference. His posture relaxes, thick thighs bowing outward to settle himself more comfortably. You let go of his arm and make a show of arching your back, hoping to both relax and entice him further.

But instead of starting to roll his hips like you hoped, Minho sticks his thumb into his mouth for a second, then drops it back down to your clit. This time he doesn’t absently swipe it back and forth, but draws smooth little circles into it just the way you’ve taught him.

A small moan escapes you: “Oh, fuck.”

Minho smirks, a sign that he’s finally getting back in his element. He doesn’t resume teasing you, though. His thumb picks up the pace rather quickly, hellbent on getting you to come before him.

“Can’t wait for you to cream my dick tonight,” he says. “It’s gonna feel amazing.”

You chuckle. “Right, compared to every other time when it only felt okay.”

He shakes his head and kicks his thumb up another notch. “It’s way different to feel you raw like this. Does it feel different for you, too?”

You’re not sure how to answer him at first. You think you can feel every ridge and vein on his cock pulsing where it’s still sitting idly halfway inside you, but mostly it just feels like having his hard cock inside you, same as always. He does feel harder than usual, though.

“Not a lot, but you always feel so fucking good,” you say finally. “Can’t wait to come on your bare cock, either, then have you fuck me hard so I can really feel how slippery I made it when it’s pushing in and out of me.”

Minho swears under his breath and doubles down on his efforts to make you come, reaching up with his free hand to twist one of your nipples. Your back arches off the bed again, this time quite involuntarily. You just can’t help but writhe when he’s already an expert at working you up.

He tightens the circles he’s drawing into your clit, unfaltering in his movements. You can feel the knot inside you winding tighter as the pleasure builds, your muscles drawing taut in preparation for the explosion.

You reach down again to hold his wrist, not to stop him, but to let him know he’s got it right and you’re getting close. “Fuck, baby, yes, just like that,” you pant.

“Mm, I can feel you getting tighter, Y/N,” Minho murmurs, getting a handful of your tit and brushing his thumb back and forth over your nipple. “Your body is so responsive for me.”

“It’s so good,” you whimper, head rolling to the side again. “You’re so good- shit- p-please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…”

He licks his lips and looks down. Your clit is almost too slippery for him to maintain the fast, tight movements you need, but he manages to keep the pace and pressure consistent. You’ve told him before that you can easily lose your orgasm if he switches things up even briefly; your orgasms aren’t as easily salvaged or rebuilt as his.

Tonight, however, he manages to undo you quickly. The pleasure bursts just as he rolls your nipple the other way, and you moan loudly as you start trembling through your orgasm. Your legs clamp around his arm to trap it where you need it so you can ride your high as far possible. The series of extra tight clenches your pussy offers his dick makes Minho grunt almost as loudly.

Just as your climax starts tapering off and your muscles slowly relax, Minho bends forward to gather you in his arms and press his body into yours. His cock slips a little from your soaked cunt, but he quickly corrects that with a snap of his hips to shove himself balls-deep.

“Fuck!” you cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden movement in the best possible way.

Minho starts fucking into you just the way you’ve been dreaming about tonight, but not with his usual elegant movements of rolling his pelvis into yours. His thrusts are rough and sloppy, but the friction of his rock-hard dick pumping back and forth between the walls of your cunt is still so fucking good.

You think you might even be able to come again just from his cock if he could just keep hitting your g-spot just right, but the way he’s currently drooling and panting into your neck tells you he’s not going to hold out that long.

Instead, you encourage him to milk out that orgasm he’s been holding off. “Keep fucking me just like this, baby,” you moan, hugging his shoulders tight. “Feels so fucking good, you’re so fucking hard inside me. Shit- don’t stop…”

Minho whines and goes in harder, faster. If he wasn’t holding you flush to his chest, you’re sure your body would be rattling up the mattress with the force of his thrusts. The resounding smack-smack-smack of his hips against yours can probably be heard through the walls.

“You’re gonna come inside me, right?” you go on, breathless. “Gonna fill my little pussy up with cum?”

“Jesus fuck!” Minho curses. His hips jerk unsteadily, but he keeps pounding you into the mattress. Truthfully, he’s lasting longer than he led you to believe he would.

Reaching down, you latch your hands onto his ass to feel it flexing with his movements, and it’s like you’ve pulled some kind of trigger.

“Y/N, baby,” he grits out, “Shit-shit-shit, I’m coming, I’m fucking c-coming!”

With one final thrust, he lodges his cock as deep as he can get and unloads into your pussy. Immediately, you can feel the burst of warmth spread through your core, and you suddenly agree with his assessment that it would be hard to go back to condoms after this - not that you intend to. If having raw sex gets him to moan like this when he comes, you’re fine with never using condoms again.

His cock continues twitching for a while as his orgasm subsides, and you find yourself wondering just how much cum he shot into you and if it’ll start dripping out the second he pulls out.

His chest is heaving when he finally peels it off of yours. You barely get a look at his sweaty face before he’s kissing you again, tongue instantly seeking comfort against yours. You cup his face in your hands and groan into his mouth when he tilts his face the other way to get the best angle.

When he finally pulls back, he’s flushed and smiling down at you.

“Holy shit, that was so good,” he mutters, voice hoarse. He pushes some stray hairs back from your clammy forehead and asks, “You okay?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I’m fucking great. You’re damn right that was good.”

Minho grins wider and eases his cock out of you, mindful of the overstimulation. Just as you suspected, a trickle of his cum follows and leaks down your ass. Your best friend - boyfriend - watches more of his cum rush out to gather at your opening and drip onto his sheets. The sight must be beautifully lewd; you wish you could see.

The lust-filled glaze that coats Minho’s eyes is a dead giveaway for what he’s about to suggest next.

He slicks a finger through your cum-covered slit and asks, “Want a break, or are you good for round two?”

Your pussy throbs with the hints of that second orgasm that had been stirring.

“I'm good to keep going.”

Minho smirks. “Alright. Hands and knees then, baby. I owe you some orgasms.”

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