Types Of Kisses With Hyunjin!

types of kisses with hyunjin!

❥ pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader ❥ genre: fluff; headcanons ❥ rating: none! ❥ word count: 1.1k ❥ warnings: just fluffy kissing scenarios; a bit suggestive for ‘heated kisses’ but easily skippable if that’s not your cup of tea though it’s pg 13 at most.

a/n: i got a bit carried away 😭 inspired by @myjisung (check out their series if u haven’t already!) thank you for letting me run with this idea & I put my own little spin on it <33 ily !! & i’m open to rq for the other members. lmk if you want the same types of kisses or different ones and I can provide you with a list if you’d like!!

001. YOUR FIRST KISS

Your hands were shoved in the pockets of your jacket in hopes to shield them from the biting cold, and your hood was secured by a thick woolen scarf courtesy of Hyunjin’s mom. Snowflakes dropped down from above, making the city and the park you were in look like a mini winter wonderland. The cold was no match to the warmth in your chest and the darkness no match to the blinding light of your smile. Hyunjin was in front of you, running around swinging on the street lights. You felt so warm, on a date with the boy of your dreams and having the time of your life. It felt like you were the star of a romance film.

You’re not sure who started it, but you feel a ball of snow hit your back and you’re turning around in faux rage throwing one right back, your giggles filling the air with hyunjin’s own. You can’t help the smile that makes a home on your face, and no matter how much your cheeks hurt you can’t help it.

Hyunjin catches your eye, and throws a snowball at your face. You squeal, throwing your hands up before chasing after him. “Oh, you little—!” You curse as you chase hyunjin around the park, slipping sometimes over icy snow or losing track of each other with the mask of snow falling over your eyes. Your hands throb now that they’re no longer warm in your pockets and instead holding snow ready to be catapulted at your… friend? your boyfriend?

Right as you reach Hyunjin you trip on a rock disguised by a thick layer of snow and your hands reach forward to break your fall. Hyunjin, as clumsy as he usually is not, falls backwards and brings you down with him. The force of your fall causes snow to lift around you and fall back down like rain, but you pay no attention. Now that all the giggles have died off and you’re up close, the tension between you two that was undetectable before is very apparent now. You’re so close you can see the mole under Hyunjin’s eye that’s grown faint over the years. You can see the ghost of his breath in the cold air, and the way his lashes flutter under your gaze.

You can’t imagine you look much different, and before you know what you’re doing you’re reaching to push a stray lock of Hyunjin’s hair behind his ear. You notice his breath hitch before you’re leaning closer, slowly as if you move too quickly you’ll be burned. You sort of feel like you are being burned if the way the flames licking at your chest are any indication. Your heart is thrumming, beating against your ribcage as if it’s attempting to fight its way out.

You’ve been waiting for this, longer than Hyunjin knows, even longer than you think. Since the day you met him and saw those plump lips curve up in a sly smile, you’ve wanted to know how they would feel against your own— and now you’ve finally got the chance.

Hyunjin’s heartbeat matches your own, and if you weren’t covered by heavy padding you’d be able to feel it against your chest. He can barely believe he’s managed to take you on this date let alone kiss you. It’s the perfect setting, laying in the snow while the moon shines it’s light down on you, and it feels like a perfect romance— something he was worried he wouldn’t be able to do.

Your lips hover inches from him before they just barely brush. It’s only a soft press but you feel like electricity has surged through your entire body. You can’t help the shy smile that quirks at your lips, and when Hyunjin leans up to kiss you again, you let him.

002. MORNING KISSES

You can't deny the man before you anything when he’s smiling at you like that.

You’ve never been the type to indulge in morning kisses, too caught up in wondering if your partner would judge you. Maybe your breath stank too bad or your drool rubbed off on them. It was pure self consciousness that stopped you from kissing Hyunjin when you two first started to wake up together, the sun peeking from behind soft curtains and casting a honey glow over your sleeping bodies. Your duvet would always be wrapped tightly around you and you would feel Hyunjin’s arms caging you in as his hair tickled your cheek and you nuzzled into his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible as he murmured sweet nothings from above you.

Hyunjin has always wanted to be the couple that can wake up together and kiss lazily until they either manage to get up or fall back asleep. He’s always found you beautiful, no matter what state of being you were in. He’s considered this the purest form of intimacy, and he’s always been grateful that you’ve allowed him to be the one to see it.

It’s because of Hyunjin that you no longer care about those negative thoughts. He makes you feel loved and cared for in a way no one else has, and when he looks just as disheveled as you, his hair mussed and knotted with a spot of drool on his pillow, you can do nothing but smile— too fond of the boy in front of you to do much else. When he smiles lazily, puckering his lips for a good morning kiss, you simply can’t deny him anything when he looks at you like that.

003. COMFORTING KISSES

When you feel like nothing can cheer you up, not even your favorite show or your favorite meal and it feels like nothing's going right in your life. Hyunjin will walk in to see you staring at nothing in particular and reach out for you, wrapping you up in a hug, something that feels overwhelmingly safe and like nothing can ever hurt you as long as he’s there. He’ll hold your face in his hands and leave sweet pecks all over your face— your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead, and then move on to litter them over the rest of your body. Your palm, your knuckles, your lips, before he’s telling you that everything will be okay. Whispering “You’re alright” and “I’m here” between every peck he leaves on your lips.

004. HEATED KISSES

The passionate but rushed pace always brings a heat to your gut, Hyunjin’s breaths mingling with your own as you pull each other impossibly closer. Your hands grip his clothes, your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers run through his hair, and Hyunjin does the same. His fingers running along your waistband and his lips trailing dangerously closer to the edge of your shirt, leaving love bites and marks that bloom across your skin like you’re one of his many canvases. His favorite one.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his kisses send you spiraling, until they turn into simple brushes of your lips between shaking breaths and then into a series of short pecks so you can get air back into your lungs.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES TO GIVE YOU

surprise kisses: he loves seeing the look on your face

stomach kisses: the way you giggle makes him smile

forehead kisses: when he needs to feel you close to him

HIS FAVORITE KISSES FROM YOU

cheek kisses: it makes him smile

slow kisses: he loves to feel your lips linger on his

playful kisses: he loves feeling you smile against his lips

a/n: tysm for reading <33 something light in the spur of the moment!! thanks again to moot for letting me build on this idea it’s much appreciated, I hope I did it justice! I do plan on making more plot based content so these posts will just be smth cute in the meantime <3 I’m considering doing boyfriend habits so lmk if ur interested!

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 11

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You didn't know how you were supposed to deal with this greenish emotion spreading inside you. You wanted to be mad and yell at someone. You wanted to simply vent, but when you thought about the core reason… it didn't make sense. On the surface, there wasn't a legitimate reason for you to demand exclusive attention, but in between the lines… there was.

Chapter 11: Angostura

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An intense desire to cry. That's all you wanted to do in Chris' arms that night.

You just wished you wouldn't feel this heavy came the morning. That you wouldn't suffocate in your own confusion and denial. That Chris' mere existence wouldn't make you wanna implode for some reason. You thought, you thought, and eventually you managed to think yourself to sleep. A deep one. So deep that you were once again confused about where you stood on the reality-dream spectrum.

You knew that feeling from somewhere; you once saw it in your dream. Gentle breathing against your skin. Your thighs being spread apart. Carefully. With soft movements. So as not to disturb you.

Then you felt this warmth between your legs, the source of which was a body. A man. Very much aroused. It was so intense that you could smell the sweet scent of pheromones raiding your nostrils even under the sheets. The cool morning air seeping through the window combed your hair, tenderly tickling you, goosebumps breaking all over your body.

And you immediately started getting overwhelmed with the gentlest sucks on your clit. You wanted to moan and there was absolutely no way to fight that urge.

"Ah, fuck…"

You wanted to moan so fucking loudly, and there was nothing stopping you this time around. You wanted to let the man know how much you were enjoying his tender stimulations so that he would snap that coil he was wrapping inside you. They were so wet. They were delicious. They were heavenly. You wanted them to end soon so that the man would replace them with himself.

"Cumming. Cumming! Oh, fucking god!"

You arched into him as he wrapped his arms around your legs, squeezing your thighs like he can squirt one more drop of orgasm out of you. Once you managed to come down he peeked his head out of the sheets, chin soaked with you, and a smile plastered to his face.

He placed a kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself while you gently stroked his length in response. You guided him inside you, his body still hovering over yours, and trapped him within your leglock. 

"Move for me."

As he slowly thrust into you, you kept clenching around him, feeling him get harder inside you. Even if you didn’t, your moans would elicit the same reaction anyway. He loved hearing that sweet melody. More so when he was the one inducing it. 

You pulled his face closer to kiss him. Once your lips connected, you slithered your hands on his back to soothe the marks you carved the night before, stroking his hair, his face, never once breaking contact with his mouth. 

"Ca- Can I-? Inside?"

You wrapped yourself tighter around him in response and the harder you clenched, the louder his moans became to eventually unload himself into you. He kept cursing under his breath until you drew the last drop out of him and let him float for a bit on your chest until he came down. He peppered kisses all over your face and greeted you with a warm smile.

"Good morning, baby girl. Wanna get breakfast?"

Chris had taken the liberty of preparing you a change of clothes after relentlessly busting Minho’s balls so that he would get into your place with his spare key and learn your size. He claimed it was only to make you feel comfortable, but he eventually blurted out the actual reason.

"Like hell I’m gonna let you flaunt that body in that dress in broad daylight."

Breakfast. A simple activity. The first meal of the day. But for some reason that felt even more intimate than your earlier exchange of bodily fluids with Chris. It felt like being with a friend. It felt like being with a boyfriend. It felt nice.

It felt right.

"I won't be around for a couple of days since I gotta work, but I'll see you Tuesday, yeah?" Chris declared as he dropped you off at your place.

"Sure. I’ll miss not having a punching bag around, though."

"Diss me later," he placed a peck on your cheek when you were about to get out of the car. You couldn’t help that smile as you opened the door.

"Fucking dork."

Maybe your wish was indeed granted because you were familiar with this feeling of lightness. Light as a feather. Just like what you felt with Jisung. Like you were coming to terms with…

Pump… the fucking… breaks.

Because apparently, you had a good reason to.

"You fucking asked for it! So you’re gonna get a fucking move on."

That was Minho snapping at you to go get some tequila. Right before a movie marathon, he declared he was out and if you wanted the margaritas you were begging for, you had to get out and buy some. Silver only. None of that gold shit. Otherwise, he would put a burner up your ass, or so he said.

"Oh my god, FINE! You’d think a fucking bartender would always have his bar full, fucking christ. You want me to buy your groceries, too?"

"Actually…"

"Oh, hell no!" you basically yeeted yourself out of the apartment before Minho had a chance to give you another to-do list like he always did whenever he sent you to run some random errand for him.

It was actually nice outside. The night air had massively cooled down compared to that hell simulator of afternoon scorch. You were thinking about taking a detour to enjoy that cool breeze for some more.

And ten minutes into your walk you witnessed it on the main strip while you were waiting for the lights to change. You froze in your place and felt your smile fade away, your eyes glued to the yellow lights adorning the place like you were indulging in the most torturous form of window shopping.

The same woman from that day. Same mutual giggling. Out at night this time. At another bar no less. A fancy one. Dressed more formally than what a simple night out would require.

There was a perfectly good bar that Chris was frequenting; why wasn't it good enough? Why the sudden need to be at a pretentiously luxurious one? Why wouldn’t they meet there if they didn't have a problem being seen? Being heard?

By you.

Too much for letting you love me, huh?

You didn't know how you were supposed to deal with this greenish emotion spreading on your chest. You wanted to be mad and yell at someone. You wanted to simply vent, but it was irrational. On the surface, there wasn't a legitimate reason for you to demand exclusive attention, but in between the lines… there was.

There fucking was.

He was the one that kept pressing on this. He was the one shamelessly asking you to tell him you didn't want him touching anybody else. He was the one that said you owned his ass, wasn't he?

Was that all a show? A spur-of-the-moment thing?

The joint custody situation you had silently agreed upon most certainly did not include whatever the fuck you were looking at. You started to lose control of the steering wheel that was your emotions, and quite frankly, you didn't possess much reasoning to conclude what kind of reflexive move was going to cause you to flip that car upside down. You did end up taking a detour, but it was to clear your mind before going back home so that you didn’t have to explain anything to Minho. So that the restlessness in your chest would eventually fade away.

Although you were able to dodge it for one night, it stayed there for a while, and it fucking peaked came Tuesday night.

"So yeah, in conclusion, the intimacy theory has been proven. Am I right, baby girl?"

"Don’t fucking call me that."

The entire gang looked at you in mild shock upon your unexpected outburst.

"Baby, you okay?" Jisung asked, slightly scared. You threw the washcloth in your hand on the bar top and spoke towards Minho.

"You take charge here. I’ll serve the other end tonight."

You had been annoyed before, especially at Chris, but had never reacted this way. Your usual method of retaliation was always throwing snark. Naturally, Minho took the lead position of ganging up on Chris.

"What the fuck did you do?"

Chris was seemingly as confused as the rest of them and he looked like he didn’t understand what was up with you. A part of him was questioning whether this whole thing stemmed from the fact that he jumped the gun and used the l word the other night. You didn’t come back to their side of the bar for the rest of the night, which was exactly why Chris thought it was a lost cause at that point. They all left right after the last call except for Jisung. He patiently sat in his stool until it was just the two of you, like he was trying not to spook an already trembling gazelle, waiting for you to come to him instead.

"You’re gonna finally tell me the grounds for the massive tension tonight, baby?"

"Jisung, I don’t really wa-"

"Hey," he interrupted you, "it’s me."

Which actually translated to If there’s anyone you’re gonna talk to, it’s me, and he wasn’t wrong. You were looking for words to properly convey what was bothering you, shuffling your hair in frustration, but everything in your vocabulary eluded you.

"It freaked me the fuck out Jisung. For the second time."

"What freaked you out? 

"Him. It's… Chr-"

Don't make me say it. I know you can hear the voices in my head already; don't fucking make me say it out loud. Please.

You weren’t making any sense because you didn’t know how you were supposed to explain that yourself. It was this Gordian knot of emotions that was growing messier the more you resisted addressing it. You exhaled in defeat.

"Can we just like… kiss for a second?"

Jisung cupped your face without saying anything. His lips immediately calmed you down like they were made of fucking novocaine. It was so so warm to be with him, being wrapped in his soothing embrace. You loved that feeling. You loved how he made you laugh. You loved how he would always lend an ear for you. You loved how he touched you. You loved how he fucking snapped every time you said ‘Baby, please’ to him. You loved Jisung.

The massive internal clash you were having, however, was that you loved everything else, as well. 

You loved how unapologetically himself Minho was and how he fucked you embarrassingly raw. You loved how soothing Felix’s cool shadows were and his denials. You loved the absolutely levelheaded demeanor of Changbin and his ordering you around. You loved how sultrily sweet Hyunjin was and how he had no problem making you feel like an actual goddess whatsoever.

On the other hand…

You hated how you also loved teasing Chris, roasting him at every opportunity, putting him in his place after the incessant irritation he caused in you, and although it freaked you the fuck out, you undeniably loved how he made love to you. How one touch of yours crumbled him. How he was such a pleaser. 

You didn’t have to say any of this to Jisung out loud. Maybe thankfully so.

"That’s too much stuff for one person to feel, baby. You wanna get outta here?"

You hesitated for a bit to figure out how to properly respond to him, but he was fast to catch up on that anyway.

"No, no, not for that. I just wanna take a walk with you to clear your mind. Maybe get some cheesecake somewhere. Just talk," and he reached his hand out to you. You took it. For the first time. 

You roamed the still busy strip for a while hand in hand like that. Jisung didn’t ask you anything, didn’t try to make you talk. You just looked around, people-watching as you made your way to the beach, eventually sitting down on a bench overlooking the sea. Jisung finally decided it was time to break the silence.

"I've heard your date was actually great. What happened?" 

Well, you were upset about a date. It just so happened that it didn’t involve you.

"I’m gonna ask you one more time, baby. Why do you hate him so much?"

"I don’t hate him, Jisung."

"I know."

You looked to your left to hold Jisung’s soft gaze. Why were you even surprised that he knew? Of course he would.

"But you need to face what you feel is actually something else. Since I can’t do that for you, you have to admit it to yourself."

Oh, if only that was as easy to do as said. That was the problem all along. If you admitted it out loud, it would mean you were going to open the Pandora’s Box, and not the juicy flesh kind. What if you could never close it back up? What if whatever laid inside ended up consuming you? What were you going to do then?

"I d- I don't d- I don't do the falling in love thing."

"Okay?" Jisung threw his hand over your shoulder, gently inviting you to spill your guts, "Why?"

"It gives… too much power to a person. To turn you into… into mere dust."

"Do you think I’m gonna turn you into mere dust?"

"Not you, Ji. Never you."

You couldn’t restrain the tears welling up anymore. They kept falling like two strings of glass, breaking free of their solitary confinement. They just kept falling. And falling. And falling.

"He’s gonna hurt me, Jisung," you blurted out with an uncontrollable sob. 

Jisung was just listening, giving you prompts to finally elicit an admission of guilt and stop running away.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because he is," you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, "You won’t ever hear him utter my name again once he’s had enough, you’ll see. I’m just so fucking stupid, I should be able to resist him. I have to."

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, please."

Jisung attempted to hug you, to wrap you in a blanket of comfort but you backed away.

"I know his kind. Nothing’s ever enough for them. Heck, if it was enough why would he feel the need to be with you guys?"

Jisung’s expression significantly dropped at your words. A tremendous fuckup didn’t even begin to cover the recklessness of your words.

"Ji, I- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, that came out so wrong. I didn’t mean it like that, I swear."

Jisung was calm, "I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this once because you’re clearly lashing out, but I’d really appreciate it if you understood what we have among us is special to us. We’re not fuckbuddies."

"I know. I really do, Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m just… "

He let you process your feelings with your head in your hands. You were trying really hard to let out the puss that had started poisoning you because you just insisted on keeping it inside. Your eyes welled up again.

"He’s gonna break my heart so bad if I let him. I just know it."

"Or maybe he’s gonna make you really happy. The real question is why the relentless defense? Why glass half empty all the time, baby?"

Good question. Something that you needed to address, however, was that did Chris keep giving you a reason to be pessimistic or were you just looking for one?

"He’s seeing someone, Ji."

"Excuse me?"

"He’s seeing someone. I've seen them a couple of times together already."

"Who? Where?!"

Jisung’s tone was genuinely surprised, looking at you with furrowed brows that implied he was as angry as he was confused. You let out an exasperated sigh because even thinking about it was tiring for you.

"He’s not even trying to hide it, how do you not know about this?" Then you proceeded to describe whatever was stuck in your memory, "A woman with short hair. Middle height, has a ta-"

"Tattoo on her right arm, I know. You mean Marla."

HOW THE FUCK…?

"You… You know her, too?"

"All of us do."

Your heart sank to your stomach. All of them did? All of them did?! So all this time when you thought you were a precious snowflake having the time of your life in your cute little circle of passion, there was actually someone else that they ha…

"That's his boss."

You couldn’t have possibly heard that right. You were completely dumbfounded, and the ensuing awkward silence was so long that you could literally hear a crow passing by riding a tumbleweed. 

"GodDAMMIT baby, is that why you’ve been drowning yourself? Has asking about it NEVER OCCURRED TO YOU? I was THIS close to rioting my fucking GOD."

Jisung got up from his seat in sheer annoyance, not caring about the passersby judging the crap out of him. This was legitimately the first time you were informed that he was able to reach those decibel levels. Chris’ boss? A cool-ass woman with tattoos and shit was his boss? Who the fuck had a boss like that?

"No, it can’t be. I saw them at Piatti’s the other night."

"And?"

"Who the FUCK goes on a date with their boss, Ji?"

"Because success celebrations are a federal fucking crime, sue the guy for espionage. He makes her a ton of money every signing season. Do you even know what he does for a living?"

"I-"

Busted. You only remembered Chris saying something about being a compulsive creative, but the topic actually didn’t come to what he did for a living, neither did you ask. You just knew he did something in a studio with Changbin somewhere. A studio for what, though?

"Something music-related. I think."

"You don’t know, do you? Because you don’t feel the need to get to know him."

"Ji."

You had heard about the term getting slapped with words before, but you never thought it would happen to you since you were used to being the one that did the slapping. Jisung took a deep breath and sat back down again.

"Look, baby, I can’t blame you. Even we know how unhinged he used to be, but why would someone live that lifestyle in the first place anyway? You ever thought about it?"

"Because you're a slut?" you scoffed.

"Because there’s a void in your life you’re convinced is never going to be filled. So you don’t bother taking anything besides work seriously."

He was making so many points and they seemed so reasonable that you were almost inclined to think he was right.

"It’s rare but sometimes you do end up meeting some sassy barmaid and realize she completes you in some way. Maybe at least consider the possibility that people may change. For us."

Jisung wiped the tear stains right under your eyes and softly caressed your cheek only to squish it really hard afterwards.

"And DO NOT jump to fucking conclusions ever again or I’ll unleash Minho on you the next time to talk some sense into you. You know he bites."

"Ow! Fine! FINE!!!"

He soothed the burn in the area that he painted red with a peck, and you felt a warm sensation akin to relief spreading in your chest. Jisung held your chin up and looked at you with complete adoration.

"So, can we like, kiss for a second now?"

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of his lips that made your chest swell. Jisung did that thing again. Every time he kissed you, he would drag his index finger from right behind your ear down to your neck, the soft touch tickling you and immediately causing a little flame to burst in the pit of your stomach.

I love your tongue, Ji.

Jisung swirled it inside your mouth, causing you to smile into his lips. You broke the kiss.

"This is so not fucking fair. You get to know every single one of my turn-ons."

"And how is that a problem exactly?" Jisung questioned you with a confused expression.

"Maybe some of us, and I won't name names, wanna make you feel good, too. Why don’t you tell me what you like, Ji?"

"You already do."

"Not like that. I want to be the reason you see the stars."

"But you al-"

"Fucking CHRIST- just do what I say," you snapped at him, "There has to be something you lose your shit over."

Jisung averted his eyes from you, effectively confirming your hypothesis.

"There is, isn't there?"

You grabbed his face to force him to look at you. It was a little out of the ordinary actually because you had never seen Jisung being embarrassed about something before. Now you were the one trying not to spook the gazelle.

"Are you hesitating because it’s something unusual?"

He nodded, eyes still glued to his feet. Your endearment led your lips to curl and you kissed him again, hoping it would help Jisung give you the due credit and rest easy. As he should have.

"You should know me better by now, don’t you think?"

Nothing’s ever off-limits with you. I trust you, Ji.

He finally looked up at you, still obviously hesitant, but desperately wanting to shoot his shot.

"There is um… There is… There is something."

"Okay?"

"Don’t feel like you have to agree to it; it’s totally fine if you say no. And uh-" Jisung briefly paused and scratched his nape, "I know you and Chan are not exactly on great terms right now, but I’d really like it if he was a part of it."

Part of it? You inadvertently snorted because of how vanilla Jisung’s request actually sounded to you. He really thought you would throw a fit and condemn him to the depths of hell over the prospect of what sounded like a threesome?

"It’s fine," you reassuringly smiled at Jisung, "You can bring him."

Ji I’m downstairs. 

Upon Jisung’s text informing you that he arrived to pick you and Minho up, you made your way out to knock on Minho’s door to call him outside, but he beat you to it by appearing right outside yours. He was wearing his glasses for a change, and the unusual sight made you giggle.

"Interesting choice for a poker night Ming Kong. Why the bunny dude attire?"

"Bitch please, like I’m not already making you clench over how hot I look with these."

You were getting ready to launch a clapback about his contact lenses, but Minho blocked the opportunity with a kiss and caught you completely off guard.

"You're uh- really pretty or whatever. Anyway," he extended his hand for you to hold. You thought it was hilarious how he managed to fluster his own self instead, and intertwined your fingers with his to make your way down to Jisung’s car. 

The only information you had about the night was that it was poker night that was also meant to serve as… something else. To cater to what Jisung confided in you the other day. 

You thought he was really going to ask you for a threesome, so you were willing to readily accept his request since you thought it would make Jisung happy, when in reality, it turned out to be something that was way beyond your wildest imagination.

"Please, please don’t feel like you have to say yes. This is just a fantasy that never has to come true," Jisung had insisted again, "You can either take some time to think about it, or just flat out refuse it. I’ll completely understand."

You did end up asking for a couple of days to process it because your dynamics with the group had changed drastically by then; they weren’t just a bunch of guys that simply hung out at the bar anymore. You had gotten to know each of them on much more personal levels, so the whole no strings attached thing sort of went out the window. 

Whenever your decision-making capabilities were handicapped, there was always one thing to do. You walked to your fridge, poured yourself a shot of Jäger, and rolled it. Then waited for it to activate your neurons while disarming some of it.

This could potentially end in a disaster and you realized you really didn’t want any of them to take off from your life. Was this really going to be worth it? Were you considering this just for Jisung’s sake, or did you actually want to experience it yourself? You picked up the phone and dialed Jisung’s number after making up your mind.

"What’s up, baby?"

"I’d like it if we didn’t make it a ceremonial thing," you got straight to the point, "Just a casual setting, and probably drinks just enough to calm the nerves, you know?"

Jisung was silent at the other end of the line, probably in disbelief that you were actually agreeing to his proposal.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," you replied with a determined voice, "Is it okay if I gatecrash your poker night?"

Jisung nervously chuckled into his receiver, "You could gatecrash our entire lives if you want. Which you sorta did, I mean."

And that was how you got yourself invited to their poker night that you kept hearing about. You settled in the backseat since Minho claimed he called shotgun for eternity.

"So, where are we going?"

"Chris is hosting tonight," Minho responded while buckling his seatbelt. You felt the nerves coming on again. This was going to be your first time seeing him after that public bashing.

"Does he uh- does he know I'm coming?"

"That's probably all he wants to know," Minho cackled trying to ease the apparent tension you were experiencing, "but yeah he knows you're with us."

You hesitated for a bit before asking what you actually wanted to know about.

"So, is everyone aware that- That um, tonight-"

"Yes," Jisung flashed a comforting smile at you from his rearview mirror, "and we’re all pretty ecstatic about it."

You didn’t talk much on the way to Chris’ apartment, which you were also going to see for the first time, and tried to prepare yourself mentally. You didn’t know why you felt this nervous; it wasn’t like you didn’t engage in utter filth with these guys before. In your defense, each of your encounters involved some level of privacy except for that notorious absinthe night. Even during that night, what ended up happening was these men catering to you, but this time around…

"Welcome," Chris greeted you by his door, dressed a little differently than his usual attire. He was wearing a thin sweatshirt in beige that was a little loose on him and it shockingly did not have a hoodie attached to it. The leftovers of your tension were still in the air, so the flash of the magnificently broad shoulders was completely unnecessary.

"Hey."

So this was Chris’ fortress of not-so-solitude. For some reason, you were expecting to see clinical-looking furniture, devoid of any intimacy with cold colors, but it was completely the opposite. Judging from his place only, you would have never guessed this was the guy with commitment issues. Pink and blue moodlights on the wall formed a warm shade of lilac gradient, becoming the only source of illumination in his spacious living room that also harbored a ginormous computer setup in one corner and signed electric guitars on display on the other. Hints of an immediately seductive fragrance were taking over the place: sweet but woody, and somewhat earthy. It smelled like Chris.

"Can we cue the kiss and make up already?" Felix yelled from his couch, "We can literally see you guys wriggling in front of each other."

"All in due time, Lix," Jisung spoke to him and handed you the grocery bags, "Could you take these to the kitchen and bring some ice, baby?"

"Sure. Where is your-?"

"I’ll come with you," Chris led the way for you.

You felt like you needed to say something to clear the air, maybe even apologize, but the redundant jealousy over the countless people that Chris may or may not have brought to this apartment was preventing you from doing that. Nevertheless, Jisung was right. Maybe you should have bothered to get to know him a little better.

"Chris?"

"Hm?"

"What do you do for a living?"

He was surprised by the totally out-of-the-blue question, but answered you while getting the ice out of the freezer.

"Besides getting on the nerves of a girl I really like on the daily for whatever reason, I produce."

"Produce what?"

He came closer to you and spoke with his cold hand on your cheek.

"Music and explosive orgasms. They're the same thing anyway, no?"

When your lips touched again… You realized you missed that soft kiss. You missed it so very much.

"Thanks for coming tonight, baby girl," Chris whispered into your lips with a smile and made his way inside. You should have asked him where his bathroom was maybe because you were fucking blushing.

When you walked into the living room, you were welcomed with the round table harboring towers of chips, a metal service table right next to Minho stacked with various drinks with the ice bucket right under it.

"Sit next to me, beautiful," Hyunjin gestured to the chair between him and Felix.

"Since the queen herself graced our sacred gentlemen’s club with her presence, wanna do doubles? We're finally an even number," Changbin asked while shuffling the cards, and placed the deck in front of Jisung. You did a quick headcount to confirm.

"Even? We're seven people here.

"Jisung just deals, beautiful," Hyunjin explained, "We only let him play when we go to an actual casino." 

"The PC setup behind you?" Chris pointed to the back of the room, "Courtesy of a blackjack night at Wynn Las Vegas two years ago."

"You’re fucking welcome. Wouldn’t kill you to thank me just once."

The entire table burst into a loud cackle, and you laughed along with them. You missed feeling at home like this, too. You missed this feeling so very much.

"Veto to doubles, by the way," Minho countered, "What fun is it if she doesn't end up stripping just because one of you fuckers winds up being lucky?"

"What do you mean stripping?" you cocked a brow. Minho shrugged like the information should have been common sense to you.

"Since you're here, we’re playing strip poker, duh."

"Oh, that’s what it is?" you slammed your hand on the table and pointed your finger at him, "Bring it the fuck on Ming Kong. I’ll be stripping you starting with them spectacles on your pretty face."

A collective oohing raised from the table upon your declaration.

"You're familiar with the rules, baby?" Felix asked you.

"Yup. Let's do this."

"This early in the night? Sure, why not," he stole a kiss from your lips which elicited a groan from the rest.

"Cool it, Lix."

"What? It's for good luck," he winked at you.

And the games began.

What you did for quite some time was just to observe how and when the bluffing took place between the parties and play safe. You never took any risks, bet the minimum only, and folded every time you were sure your hand couldn’t possibly win. Into the first hour of playing, you were the only person at the table still mostly covered while everyone else was at least topless. You weren’t sure whether it was the drinks that were making you feel warm to the touch, or whether Chris’ air conditioner somehow stopped working. Minho eventually raised the protest flag.

"Since this is as entertaining as watching ants do a congo line, I'd like to propose a new rule.  From now on, if you fold, you strip by default."

"HEY!"

Of course you wouldn’t be able to get anybody backing you up since, hello? Fucking strip already?

"I’d actually like to propose something even better," Chris piqued the interest of everyone and gulped his drink in one go, "One hand. You versus me. And we go all in."

"Or if you wanna strip that much, I can just play one of your whore anthems and you could entertain us with some halftime festivities," you scoffed.

"Look around," Chris gestured to the table, "Does it really look like they’re gonna pick making me dance over watching you get naked?"

"Fuck, no."

You heard the unison answer with everyone’s carnal gaze fully fixated on you like they can actually strip you with telekinesis or something. You finished your drink and slammed the glass on the table, jumping over the threshold of tipsy by then.

"Fine. Deal, Ji."

Jisung dealt you your hands and placed three cards on the table, which were an ace, a jack, and a 10 of spades.

"Needless to say, whichever of you loses is done for."

"He's used to stripping for me by now, aren't you Christopher?" you winked at him.

"Anyone needs cards?"

"Not me," Chris flashed a smug grin, "Are you calling or stripping, baby girl?"

"You bet your ass I’m calling."

The uncomfortable tension between you and Chris was long gone, but it was replacing itself with something much more tantalizing, getting everyone a little too excited over the aftermath of this particular round.

"Flush," you called showing your eight and seven of spades all content.

Chris’ face fell upon seeing your cards and he mouthed ‘Fuck’ to himself.

"What’s up, Christopher? What got you cursing like that?" you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back.

"You," Chris heaved a deep sigh, "Because I’m about to see you naked again."

It was you who mouthed the exact same curse word this time.

"These cards are totally ironic, so you have got to get the message this time," Chris dropped his cards on the table.

A fucking king and a queen of spades.

"Royal flush," Chris broke into the most content smile you’d ever seen, "I win, baby girl."

"OOOOOOOH!"

If anybody heard those cheers, they would legitimately think either some team scored a championship-winning goal, or some country declared its independence. It was that loud.

"Now you will strip for me for a change," he leaned back in his chair, mirroring your earlier snark to a T.

I can’t fucking believe I lost to this motherfucker.

"Come," Chris extended his hand to you. You let out an annoyed exhale, still bitter about having lost, and walked to him. He guided you to sit down on his lap.

"Are you nervous, baby girl?"

"Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t like losing," you spat.

"Neither do I," Chris smiled knowingly and whispered in your ear.

"I wanna die with you a couple of times tonight. Is that okay?"

If that didn’t make you fucking clench… And he most certainly felt it on his thighs.

"Give me a little taste. I missed you."

It made you super self-conscious to be kissed in front of everyone like that, but how were you going to survive the night if you weren’t gonna be able to handle a little kiss? Not even an obscene what at that. Because this time around… 

You had agreed to Jisung’s proposal to take all of them at once. 

To get gangbanged. 

"Can we escort you to my bedroom now, baby girl?"

You nodded and stood up. The games were about to begin for real this time.

Chris’ bedroom was very much like Changbin’s, slightly making you question why these men insisted on having seating groups in a place where they were supposed to be sleeping. In Chris’ defense, his ‘couches’ were actually beanbags, very obviously meant to lounge around, especially if you were high. Considering the number of them, it wasn’t that surprising that a group of six hung out here often.

"Ji?" you grabbed him by his naked waist that you absolutely loved caressing, "Care to do the honors?"

"Always, baby."

Jisung was the main character of the night, after all. He started kissing you softly yet with so much passion while slowly ridding you of the clothing hiding your body from them as well as whatever reservations you had. 

"Consider it a pre-show," he spoke to the room while his eyes were still glued on you, "Just think and you shall receive."

"What he means is you're going to fuck me through him," you blurted out, the forwardness of which flustered the heck out of Jisung.

"Baby!"

"What? I'm just stating facts. No need to be polite about this," you smiled and kissed him again, then climbed onto the bed.

"You do realize you're basically cuckolding all of us, right Sung?" Changbin spoke with a crooked smile and his index finger pressed against his temple, eyes dark as charcoal.

"And since that's my shit, you're going to shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this," Minho sprawled on his seat, making himself infinitely comfortable. Since he was the most deranged of them all, Jisung thought it would be a good idea to have him on the steering wheel. At least for a while.

"Use your head, Min," he raised his brows and made his way over to you.

"You couldn’t do this with each other before?" you asked Jisung while unbuttoning his pants.

"We just end up edging each other when it’s us. It'll be different with you."

"Because?"

Jisung looked right into your eyes and smiled at you.

"We adore you, baby."

He proceeded to rid you of everything minus your underwear for himself, for all the pairs of eyes present in the room, and finally there you were. A present delicately opened, the glory of which ready to be basked in. Jisung suddenly turned to Minho’s direction.

"Seriously?"

"What?" he shrugged, "You said it could be anything."

"Out of all the things you could have chosen?"

"Fucking do it."

"What?" you shot a look at Jisung, honestly a little concerned about the prospect. He shook his head to alleviate those worries away.

"It's just way too vanilla for his taste, baby."

"What is it?"

"Foreplay," he chuckled, "Can we like… kiss for a second now?"

You reciprocated his smile, "Always, baby."

When you closed your eyes it was just you and Jisung. Just him devouring your lips, touching every single inch of your skin resolute to awaken it, breaking goosebumps everywhere. You couldn’t help the moan you let out when his lips finally touched your neck, marking it wet everywhere.

"Oh, god, baby."

That was when you were made aware of the presence of other people in the room because they had started talking among themselves in hushed tones.

"Would you just look at how beautiful she is though?"

"Fucking goddess."

"I think I might cum untouched if they keep this up."

"Oh, I’ll definitely cum untouched if I don’t touch her soon."

Chris’ voice was the only one you weren’t able to hear, and you were dying to know what he was thinking about all this considering, well, you know. It hadn’t been that long since you allegedly ‘made up’, but more importantly you wanted to know what was going through his mind when he watched another man touching you like that. Was it bothering him, or…? 

You couldn’t bear to say that out loud, but luckily for you, you didn’t have to.

"You wanna know?" Jisung whispered, flashing a reassuring smile. You nodded.

Does he like it?

"He does, baby," Jisung spoke into your neck, "He loves it."

Does it… Does it make him..?

"Jealous? A little bit, but not the toxic kind," he nipped at your earlobe, "He's just dying to be a part of it," Then he swiped his tongue on your ear.

"He wants to love you again, baby."

You were oozing by then, courtesy of a lot of things combined. The hushed play-by-play going on in the background, being extremely desired by all of these gorgeous men in the room, and Jisung’s fucking delicious ministrations on you, stimulating all the erogenous zones that you didn’t even know existed. If this was a fever dream, you most certainly didn’t want to wake up.

"Do your thing, Hyun," Jisung spoke to him, inviting him as the next guest to your body.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted you with that sultry voice of his again and brushed his fingers on your lace underwear, "You wore these for me?"

"Might have," you trapped Hyunjin between your legs and pulled him towards you to feel his plush lips on you again. As he consumed them, he slithered his fingers down to press them on your clit, and groaned into your mouth.

"Fucking soaked."

He made his way down your torso placing open kisses everywhere from your chest to your navel to your crotch and hooked his fingers in the fabric to fully strip you bare, exposing the gloss on your pussy for the audience to experience no matter how visually. You heard a collective groan in the background as Hyunjin spread your legs apart.

"Let me get it flowing for me, then."

You flinched the moment he swiped that wet flesh over your clit.

"Fucking god, those lips…"

Hyunjin kept humming into you contently, eating you out with an unmatched appetite, already getting you to moan a little louder with each swirl.

"This mouth was exclusively made for eating this pussy, beautiful," he slurped on your clit with an extremely obscene sound, "Should be used as intended only."

"Please," you tangled your fingers in his silk hair, pressing his face on your clit to get as much friction as you could possibly get from him, "Need you. Please. Snap it."

Hyunjin broke free of his alleged restraints and kept your gaze, smirking through those drenched lips, chin completely covered in your arousal.

"No."

"FUCK, Hyun, please!"

Hyunjin kept observing every single muscle around your thighs and legs like a fucking seismologist. Every time you so much as flinched, shook around him at whatever capacity, he stopped, cut the contact with your pleasure nerves completely, and diverted his attention to kissing the areas around your pussy until you somewhat came down. Edging you times infinity. That was what he was indulging himself in until he was content with the mess he made out of you, literally causing you to wet the sheets under you with a trail of your own juices.

"Wanna hit the blow? She’s might cum if you just touch her," Hyunjin called out to Minho wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Minho switched positions with him and asked you with that goddamn menace demeanor of his.

"Do you want me to put the spectacles back on, or will you make do with the pretty face only?

"Shut the fuck up," you pulled him in for a kiss and smiled into his mouth. You were getting drunker with each man leaving his mark on you. Minho made his way down again to pick up where Hyunjin left off, also sliding two of his fingers in to assist him.

"God, Minho, yes. Yes!"

"Feels good, yeah?"

"So much. Oh god, so much. I fucking love that tongue."

It felt so fucking good to have Minho slurping on your like that, fingers lazily moving in and out, literally having the effect of a sensual massage on you. Minho started picking up his pace, but you were in no mood to have this delicious sensation end.

"No, no, no, please, don’t wanna cum yet. Let me have this for a little while."

Minho flashed his usual mischievous smile at you, the sign to let you know how didn’t care about what you just said.

"But you’re gonna. You’re gonna cream on these fingers now."

"Don’t-"

He sank his fingers deeper to rub that delicious spot inside of you with fervor, immediately getting you to squirm under him.

"Minh- Please. CAN’T- FUCK!"

The louder your moans got, the faster Minho’s ministrations became to fucking pull your soul out of your body.

"That’s it, baby. There you go. Wasn’t so hard now, was it?"

Minho waited just enough for you to come down and cleaned his fingers in the meantime, but you barely had your sanity intact when he attached those fucking luscious lips on your clit again.

"Too s- Too sensitive. Please, no."

"Shh, I got you baby," he placed a kiss on your pussy, "It’s gonna feel so fucking good if you just relax."

Relax? Who the fuck would be able to relax in a pit of molten lava? Seriously. 

You kept writhing under him, trying to escape from his intense stimulations, but Minho wasn’t going to have it any other way. He pinned your legs down and fucking went to town on you. Once. Twice. Thrice. You felt like you were going to pass out. 

"Am I doing this right?" he asked Jisung, his face completely drenched with you by then. The smile on Jisung’s face was all kinds of satisfied.

"Perfection."

When you turned your attention to the movement on the bed, you saw Felix joining you, watching the way Minho was overstimulating you very closely. You looked at him with begging eyes.

"Please!"

"Fucking god, you’re seeing this Min? She's fucking gaping," he placed soft kisses on your stomach, "Let me see you work that tongue on her."

"One more, baby. Let me have one more."

You were still clenching around Minho’s fingers, but he had definitely managed to work you open, getting you to flow a river for him. He snapped the coil he kept wrapping inside you one more time before letting you go, with Felix present to soothe your tremors this time.

"All yours," Minho spoke to him and that was Felix’s cue to cup his face and start cleaning you off of him. That sight shouldn’t have been that arousing considering how fucked out you were, but it fucking was.

"I've been told I have a rival. Is that true?" Felix asked while turning you around.

"What if you do?" you replied with a dumb smile on your face. He chuckled in response.

"Not in this lifetime, baby."

Felix started working his lips all the way from your nape to your shoulder blades to the small of your back, and finally down to your ass. He spent quite a bit of time massaging them, not making any sudden movements whatsoever.

"Relax for me, okay?"

He very carefully dragged his tongue between your cheeks and worked it towards your entrance, taking his time to let you get used to the feeling. He eventually reached out for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and poured a very generous amount over your hole as well as on himself.

"Into me now. There you go."

Felix leaned against the headboard and guided you to sit on him. It obviously took a little while longer than taking him in your pussy would do, but when you finally settled down, his hands reached your breasts as if to soothe you. His hands kept massaging and caressing all the parts of your body he could reach and his lips never left your neck and shoulders.

"Comfortable?"

"Mhm."

"Kiss me."

You turned your head around to get lost in his sensual kiss, but the deeper it got, the more it forced him to twitch inside you. You hissed at the feeling.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to control it. I'll move very slowly to get you used to it okay? Tell me if it ever gets uncomfortable. It’s supposed to make you feel good."

Then he gestured Changbin to come over.

"Miss me, doll?"

Your little ‘inside joke’ elicited a smile from you.

"Always, my lord," you responded appropriately. Changbin shook his head in disapproval.

"I'm just your man, tonight."

He kissed you as passionately as always and placed your legs on his shoulders to pave his way inside you.

"Fuck, I missed this," you involuntarily groaned as he pushed inside. The way he pleased you with one simple move slapped a smug grin on Changbin’s lips.

"Wait for a while before you move, okay Lix? Gently."

Then Changbin started moving inside you, but his thrusts were borderline languid, careful not to hurt you considering Felix’s position behind you. That being said, you were so wet already from the incessant stimulations of earlier that it was taking a toll on Changbin’s willpower and it was obvious from the way he contorted his face every time he pushed in. 

"Dripping for me. As it should."

You wanted to mess with his head so bad that you clenched really hard, momentarily forgetting Felix was also inside you.

"Dammit baby, too tight. If you clench like that, I'm a goner."

"Have mercy on the guy, will you?" Changbin chuckled.

You turned your head around to face Felix, "Was that too much?"

"In the best way," he buried himself in your lips. You wrapped your legs around Changbin’s neck and pulled him closer to signal him to move faster while you kept getting lost in Felix. As Changbin picked up the pace, you broke the kiss and urged Felix to do the same.

"Move for me now."

This was a new sensation, to say the least. You haven’t really been the type to try anal since it was notoriously tricky to navigate, not to mention required a hell a lot of patience towards the receiving end to make them enjoy the experience, which a lot of guys did not possess. You never knew it could feel this good, getting you to question whether you had another g spot inside that you were never aware of. You eyed the way Changbin was drooling over you once again.

"Those arms are fucking everything, Bin. Are you clenching them for me on purpose?"

Another clench that you absolutely loved. The involuntary one Changbin was never able to control inside you whenever you praised him. He launched those dimples for you at full force.

"Mark me again. Mark your man again."

You reached for his arms to drag your nails on them and with every graze you witnessed him getting more riled up. Changbin snapping was literally an aphrodisiac by itself.

"Harder. Floor me against Lix."

He was still trying to hold himself back, but what fun was it if The Dom didn’t succumb to you?

"I know you can do it, baby, you did it once before. Obliterate me again. I don’t wanna feel my legs."

You could see the way you praising Changbin in front of everyone like that was massively getting to his head. It felt ticklish because he wasn’t able to control his smile.

"Your words, not mine."

And he started moving. The way he pounded into you also pressed you against Felix more, stimulating you on both ends. You couldn’t help contracting around him, which trapped both men tightly into you, albeit putting Felix in a more compromising situation.

"Fuck, baby, FUCK. Can’t- Can’t hold it. Shit!"

You felt Felix releasing into you while Changbin kept his ruthless pounding.

"Knocked one out already, huh baby?" Changbin chuckled and focused his attention on his target again, "It’s your turn now."

He swiped his thumb on his tongue and started working your clit, hovering over your body to get as close to your face as he could.

"Soak me again."

"Oh, god, Bin."

"Drown me again, baby, come on."

"Fuck, please."

"I’m fucking obsessed with how you feel around me."

"Harder, Bin. Harder! FUCK!"

Changbin finally snapped you and allowed himself to open the floodgates with your contractions getting stronger and more frequent around him. Both his and Felix’s loads leaked out of your holes as they gently pulled out of you to trade places with Jisung and Minho.

"Missed these, didn’t you?" Minho smirked as he guided your hands to his thighs, "We wanna ask if we’re allowed to not take turns for that pretty pussy. Can we go in together?"

It took a minute for you to register what Minho was asking of you, "You mean… Not in different-"

"You can take it, right baby?" Jisung placed a kiss on your left earlobe while Minho did the same on the right side of your neck.

"She can. Of course, she can."

You really wished you were able to say no, not that you wanted to, and highkey questioned when the heck you became such a declawed house cat for these men when normally all you did was to roar like a fucking tiger.

I blame the fucking orgasms.

You nodded, immediately getting Jisung lit up like a Christmas tree.

"It’s gonna feel so damn good, I promise."

They took their positions with Jisung under you and Minho over you, emptying almost half a bottle of lube on themselves and you for a smoother entry. When they pushed themselves in, you almost wanted to scream over how overwhelming the pleasure was, but neither Jisung nor Minho was able to control that.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. FUCK, yeah."

"God, we’re never not doing this again. So fucking tight."

Indeed it was. With every languid thrust, you were able to feel every single friction they were causing inside you, so much so that you could pinpoint who was where exactly. The sight turned on the spectators a little too much apparently because when you darted your eyes towards the movement in your peripheral vision, you witnessed Changbin and Hyunjin full-on making out.

"Isn’t that just so fucking sexy, baby?" Felix spoke into your left ear.

"It is. It really is, oh fucking god."

"Turns you on, doesn’t it?" he kept whispering while stealing little kisses from you.

"It does," Minho smirked, "I can literally feel you secreting on me, baby."

"Lix, get- Get Chan over here," Jisung demanded.

"Do you mind?" Felix called out to Chris, "Apparently the queen wants your attention."

"Like she doesn't have it on fucking standby already," Minho sneered.

Chris made his way towards your right side, and you were a little worried he might have felt neglected. Rather than you wanting his attention, you wanted to pay attention to him.

"You enjoy it a little too much when I watch you get fucked like that, huh baby girl?"

"Kiss me," your voice came out as a whisper.

"Hm?"

"Your lips. Want them. Again. Kiss me."

Every time. Every time Chris kissed you, you felt your body temperature rise through the roof like you were coming down with a severe fever. His mere kisses caused you to clench hard around Jisung and Minho, getting them to curse under their breaths as they kept moving. You tried to speak into Chris’ lips.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"Inside. My mouth."

Did Chris get rid of his pants a little too enthusiastically at your words? Maybe. Was he already rock hard because of you? Definitely. Would it take less then five minutes to get him to blow? Absofuckinglutely. You grabbed his hips and pressed him towards your mouth to take more of him down your throat, which led Chris to throw his head back.

"Jesus, FUCK, you’re gonna fucking kill me."

As you kept blowing Chris, Jisung gestured Changbin and Hyunjin to join them with the last drop of sanity he had left, and gave his instructions.

"On cue, okay? I wanna see those pretty nipples soaked first."

Both men latched onto each of your nipples without saying anything and started sucking on you. The amount of stimulation and the pleasure it induced was getting way too much to endure, almost drowning you.

"Shh, it’s fine, baby, it’s fine. Hang in there a little longer for us, yeah?"

All you could do was nod at the favor Minho asked of you, and you channeled your attention to pleasing Chris. His moans getting louder was telling you he was almost there.

"Good god baby girl, yes. Ah, YES!"

Cum for me. Fucking cum for me.

"Cumming. Fucking cumming!"

Chris blew his entire load down your throat and you pressed him against you until he was out of the last drop of cum in his balls. With Chris currently floating on air, Jisung channeled Hyunjin’s attention to a new target.

"Down her clit now."

Hyunjin gently pressed the area over your clit upwards to reveal enough surface for his tongue to glide on and Chris trapped your lips within his in the meantime, not being able to help moaning into your mouth. It was a miracle how you weren’t still combusting into oblivion.

All of your holes were full. You were being stimulated everywhere. The entire room was filled with the lewd sounds of mouths, wet lips, skin against skin, moaning, cursing, panting in enthusiasm. This was the rhapsody of ecstasy. So harmonious, so pleasing to the ear.

"Yes. Yes, cumming. FUCK!"

Jisung blowing his load into you and Minho almost drove him crazy.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! So fucking close. Chris, switch with me I wanna cum on her face."

"You wanna switch too, Hyun?" Jisung asked him with an almost sleepy face.

"With pleasure."

You finally caught a break from the intense stimulations once the change of players was taking place. Minho straddled your face and exposed those magnificent thighs right in front you, knowing damn well what it did to you every time you caught a glimpse of them.

"Go at my thighs, baby, come on."

He didn’t have to say that twice. You started licking all over and sinking your teeth into them as he jerked himself off to hit that finish line.

"Jesus, just like that. Fucking like that. You know where to work now, don't you?"

"Y-your, your annihilate-"

"Bingo."

As soon as Minho exposed his perineum for you, you began sucking on that soft spot like your life depended on it, sneakily teasing his entrance in the meantime, as well.

"Harder, harder, SUCK HARDER BABY, FUCK!!!"

He pulled himself back a little to aim at your face and came all over it with loud grunts. You just closed your eyes as he unloaded, relishing the warm feeling of his seed dripping down. Jisung and Felix took on the assignment of gently cleaning you with soft licks. The contact was tickling your face. Once they were done, Minho spoke to Felix.

"Those nipples look so hard like they hurt. Come, let’s soothe them."

"Hey there," Changbin kissed your faded face, "You’re doing incredible tonight, baby. Feeling okay?"

You nodded. Jisung and Changbin cuddled you from both sides to soothe you however they could. In the meantime, Hyunjin slithered under you while Chris hovered over you, both assuming their new coordinates assisted by the rest of the remaining lube. The feeling of being that full again overwhelmed you.

"You look so fucking beautiful," Jisung kissed your lips to wrap you in a little blanket of comfort.

"Can you hang on for a little more? For your men?" Changbin placed soothing kisses on the right side of your face and neck.

"Y-yes."

"Pretty baby. So fucking beautiful. Let them go hard in you now."

"It's me again," Chris smirked as they settled in with Hyunjin fully. Out of all the things he could remember, he chose to remember what it did to you when he touched your clit as he fucked into you.

"You like it right… here, right baby girl?"

"Oh, right there, right THERE, FUCK!"

"She's gonna take it so well now, isn't that right my baby girl?" he started moving inside you in earnest, "She's so generous letting us blow in her holes, isn’t she Hyun?"

"Because that's where it belongs. The only place it belongs. So generous. So fucking generous," Hyunjin inhaled your scent from your neck. 

The words that you knew to describe extreme happiness did not quite cover what you were feeling at that moment. Ecstasy? By all means. You had never felt this consumed with pleasure before. Euphoria? Damn straight. Your heart was weirdly full like you were indulging in a somewhat wholesome activity. However, in reality, it was neither and both at the same time. You couldn’t quite explain that feeling of happiness over feeling this much intimacy, this much belonging, but maybe it wasn’t meant to be questioned this much. Maybe you could just exist. Maybe you could just be happy. Very happy.

After what seemed like forever to you, Hyunjin finally decided it was time to snap you as well as themselves and instructed Chris.

"You angle it a little more upwards. I’ll work it deeper."

There wasn’t much space inside you to move around anyway, which made it way too easy for them to find their targets.

"Jesus FUCKING- Please!!!"

"We'll hit that real nice now and she’s gonna let go, won’t you beautiful?" Hyunjin kissed your earlobe. You inadvertently contracted around both of them.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! Can I cum? I wanna cum in this perfect cunt. Please, beautiful," Hyunjin squirmed under you. You were so far gone that even if you wanted to say something, you just couldn’t.

"Answer him, baby. He can’t cum until you allow him," Jisung kept soothing you with his kisses. You barely managed to respond to Hyunjin.

"Yes... Fucking- YES!"

"Clench, baby girl. Get him to blow."

You did as Chris said with whatever strength you could muster and Hyunjin exploded in you, mouth pressed against your neck to muffle his moans. 

"Just like that. Just like that. So beautiful. Fuck, look how beautiful," Felix caressed your torso.

"Ours. Only ours," Minho placed another kiss on your breasts.

You were on the brink of tears because of how overwhelmed you were at that point, barely holding on. Chris shifted to gear five to save both of you from your miseries.

"Clench. Fucking clench, baby girl. Clench hard for me now."

"FUCK!!!"

That move was the last thread restraining your white hot orgasm and what turned you into a literal cum dump. In your ass. In your pussy. Down your throat. Some spots on your face even. When you clenched, you felt Hyunjin and Chris hitting your sweetest spots way more intensely, and couldn’t help squirting on them. The second your cum touched his cock, Chris couldn’t hold back anymore and shot his load back into you. Your soul declared its independence from your body for good and you closed your eyes to bask in this pure bliss for as long as you can.

What followed afterwards was the complete worship of aftercare. Someone gently cleaning you, kisses on your hair, your face, your lips, someone else hugging and caressing you, as if they were collectively thanking you without words, in the only way they knew how, for letting them experience this with you.

"Remember that time I said there’s a limit to how much someone can be clueless?" Minho asked you while still slightly panting.

"Yeah?"

"I think I fucking played myself."

Jisung chuckled at his words, "I’ll be damned. We lived to see the Great Minho simp over someone."

Minho kissed your lips and got up to his feet, "I'll go fix something for us. Is everyone cool with grilled cheese?"

The laziest ‘yes’ you ever heard echoed in the room. Meanwhile, Chris buried himself in your neck for a kiss drenched in your musk.

"I'll draw a bath for you. Okay, baby girl?" then he touched Jisung’s shoulder, "Can you give me a hand, Sung?"

You were in no position to do anything, your brain barely registering anything else besides remembering to breathe. You just laid there among Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin, not even moving a muscle.

"By the time they're done we're probably in our fifth sleep, but what do I know?" Hyunjin hugged you. Changbin buried his head in your neck, and Felix used your tummy as a pillow for himself. You felt yourself drift from the conscious realm being embraced in the warmth of their bodies.

Did the pursuit of happiness ever end? Was happiness really out there somewhere?

Or was this just a futile attempt trying to reach a destination that didn’t even exist beyond the realm of myths?

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Warning: mature theme, edging, fingering (f.receiving), dirty talks

Word Count: 700+

It was an accident. He didn’t mean any of it, and neither did you.

It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon and the two of you agreed to stay home and watch a movie instead of going out. Through the glass window, you can see that the sun was about to set on the horizon when you were laying on your back, next to your boyfriend, Chan.

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"Chan hyung, i respect you but dear fucking hell, don't you see her pussy dripping? Go on and sink your cock into my girlfriend's needy cunt before she starts whining like a bitch in heat."

And that's how Chan ends up fucking you while your boyfriend Hyunjin watches.

MANIAC #5: Han Jisung (Extended Preview)

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📜2.7K words (preview) 📓Explicit, Upcoming 🖤HAN x (afab) Reader 🪐Perv Boyfriend!Jisung 🏷️Angst, Smut, Dark, Psychological, Crime 🚨Story warnings (some of which do not pertain to this preview): Multiple personality disorder, delusion, mentioned death, implied murder, implied assault, double (vaginal) penetration, (self-)verbal degradation, perversion, dom/sub dynamics, breast play, use of sex toys, facial/cumshot, cumplay/cum eating, oral sex, unprotected sex, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel.

A man so desperately in love that he doesn't know the difference between affection and infatuation. He's willing to do anything for the woman he loves. Anything. Lover Han Jisung.

[...]

Early on in the relationship, especially during that honeymoon phase, everybody asked those questions to each other, didn’t they? And as time passed by, they would always descend into the realm of complete absurdity.

‘Would you still love me if I didn’t cook for you?’

‘Would you still love me if I told you we were never going to have sex?’

‘Would you still love me if I was a circus clown?’

‘Would you still love me if I shrunk to two inches?’

Yes. Yes. YES. No matter how ridiculous the questions got, the answer would still be yes. It was either because there was no way to prove whether or not one could actually do it (unless someone invented a shrink ray for real), or because, well… You had to fake it till you make it, at least until the deed was done. Or until you got whatever it was you wanted.

In Jisung’s case, however, it was always a yes because quite literally nothing could stop him from loving you. You were the most beautiful person inside and out for him, and when he was with you, he felt this sense of belonging wrapping him in a cocoon of happiness, making his heart swell three times its size. You would randomly smile at him once, and he’d feel something combust in the pit of his stomach, immediately melting into a puddle. Although you insisted on not moving in together just yet, he loved spending his nights with you whenever he could since you would be the first and last thing he saw at the checkpoints of his consciousness, drifting to sleep in your arms and waking up to you in the morning. Having breakfast with you was his favorite thing to start the day. Unless some drowsy morning sex was taking place where you whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears until you both managed to see white.

Nothing could stop him from desiring you. He swore no other stimulant was as much of a wet dream fuel as you, so much sexier than any porn he'd ever seen, and Jisung had seen most of it. He would get a hard-on if he so much as smelled your perfume at a cosmetics store, his mind getting infested with the thoughts of what he would do to you later that day until the middle of the night, panting on your chest after spending his entire sanity on you for hours on end.

Nothing could stop him from dedicating his entire life to you. Jisung was sure you were the one; there was no way he could love anybody else but you. 

You. 

Forever.

That was why he had been trying to figure out the ideal time and place to propose to you for months. It had to be perfect. It had to be unforgettable for his one and only. His queen. His lady.

The cute little ‘Would you still love me if…?’ shenanigans kept on keeping on even three years into your relationship. Jisung got a particular kick out of it since he thought it was the most entertaining form of brain gymnastics like he was at debate olympics every single time. You would come up with the most unhinged scenarios and he would still respond with a yes, then give you an entire lecture outlining the reasons why to eventually convince you. He never managed to not convince you.

"Would you still love me if I woke up as a different person one day, Ji?"

Jisung took a sip from his morning coffee, not breaking eye contact with his laptop screen, "If the person still has your ass, fuck yeah baby."

You didn’t say ‘Cite your sources’ like you usually did; you didn’t even say a mere ‘Explain’. Only a derisive scoff and silence ensued.

"What?" Jisung looked at you with a smile, seemingly a little confused at your lack of usual enthusiastic anticipation of his answers to the stream of weird questions.

"That's easier said than done."

"Well, it’s actually not," Jisung replied with a knowing smile, "You see, I d-"

"Never mind," you got up from your seat to go soak your plate before putting it in the dishwasher. Jisung’s confusion doubled at the sudden drop in your mood.

"Baby, you o-?"

"Please let it go. I’m fine," you cut him off. A pinch of worry splashed in the pit of his stomach over your unusual demeanor, immediately making him drop catching up with his morning briefing, and he made his way over to you by the sink to hug you from behind. Before he could ask you what was wrong, you asked him, your voice seemingly trembling a little.

"Do you love me, Ji?"

Jisung buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you his usual kiss where he inhaled all your scent first, "Of course I do, baby. You're my everything."

You did only have each other. It was you against the world with no family present in sight, and he was sure you were the one. He couldn’t love anybody else but you. 

Jisung should have held that thought maybe because he found himself in love with two other people over time.

One of them was you. His favorite girl. His temptress.

Snarky. Funny. Playful. A woman who enjoyed the prospect of derailing his entire thought process a little too much. So much that you would hide the underwear he got you to soak the night before in the inside pocket of his blazer and then call him at work to check whether he had your credit card on him. An absolute tease in bed he had incredible sexual chemistry with, in perfect sync with his insatiable appetite.

Then came the other one. His vanilla demon princess.

Way too domestic. Clingy. This meek girl who made him feel like an absolute testosterone god. He noticed the changes when he came over to your place after work one day, and you welcomed him with a white blouse and a mini skirt.

You never wore skirts except for a dress at a formal function.

"Did you like your dinner tonight, my love?"

No matter how affectionate, not asshat. Not perv. Not baby. This was the first time you called him that, but that wasn’t even what surprised Jisung.

"My dinner? Since when?" he burst out laughing, "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend who gives me the ‘Life is equal’ speech on the daily?"

"But I love taking care of my man," you pouted, almost offended at his words.

Your man. 

If that didn’t get Jisung to lose his mind a little bit, and maybe give him a little boner. He was flat out flustered.

"It was uh- it was great, baby. Thank you very much for tonight."

You lit up at his compliment and jumped on your feet to clear the empty plates. When you bent over the dishwasher a little too lower than necessary, Jisung groaned at the sight because, well…

You weren’t wearing any underwear.

It was impossible that you didn’t hear it but Jisung wasn’t able to notice the diabolical smile that possessed your lips. You made your way back to him all smiling and sat on his lap.

"I wanna serve dessert for my man now if that’s okay."

It was apparent that Jisung was having a little trouble controlling his surprise over the events unfolding that night, but he went along with it.

"It’s encouraged, baby."

You threw your arms over his neck and started devouring his lips, moaning into them every time he swirled his tongue in your mouth. You broke the kiss when you felt his erection pressing against your thigh.

"Look what came in the mail today."

You ran to your bedroom and brought back a little box for him to open. Jisung’s jaw dropped after seeing what was inside.

"You uh- You got a dildo," he declared matter-of-factly with a nervous chuckle.

"Surprise!" you shyly giggled, "It’s double-ended."

You had never expressed interest in toys before, and considering how usually outspoken you were, it was a little… unexpected. Jisung creased his brows trying to make sense of the situation.

"Are we uh- are we roleplaying right now?"

"No, handsome, why would you say that?" you innocently batted your lashes at him, "I can’t wait to try this," and you dragged him back to your room from his wrist.

You were usually very comfortable with your sexuality, but the things you asked of Jisung had never gone past dirty talking and the occasional ‘There’s this new position I wanna try’ requests. Whatever you asked, Jisung was happy to try because who was he if he didn’t put your pleasure first? You placed the box on your nightstand next to a big bottle of lube that wasn’t there before, grabbed his collars a little too enthusiastically, and whispered in his ear.

"I need my man to ravish me."

Jisung felt himself twitch in his slim-fit slacks, erection way too prominent to go unnoticed by then. He tried really hard to produce a stable voice.

"You do, huh?"

You brought your face way too close to his and spoke with your gaze fixated on his lips.

"Fucking defile your princess."

His princess.

What followed was the most intense sex you had ever had until that day. Your voice a little higher and Jisung’s a little lower than usual for some reason, your incessant requests to be used by him at whatever capacity, loud moans, lewd sounds, scratches, namecalling all over the place. Not that he ever had a problem with his masculinity but Jisung had never felt this much like a sex god before. You grabbed the lube from the nightstand and emptied a huge amount between your breasts.

"Right here. I want my man’s cock in between here."

Jisung almost lost it at your words. He always had commendable stamina but you were hitting him with so much stuff he wasn’t used to that night that if you kept it up, he was sure he wasn’t going to be able to last long. He placed his rock-hard length at the desired coordinates and you squeezed your tits around him. Everything with you had always felt so good, but the way he glided on your chest like that for the first time was simply go insane material.

"Baby, I- I wanna-"

"Fucking cum on my face. Drown your princess with your seed."

"BABY, FUCK!"

Actually wanting to say ‘What the fuck’, Jisung shot his load almost on cue, painting your beautiful features with himself like pressurized water coming from a shower head. By the time he emptied his balls, you had a perverse smile on your face.

"Good? Did it make you feel good?"

"Fucking jesus, you’re killing me tonight, baby."

Your expression turned ecstatic and you reached for the box on your nightstand, "Now, this…"

"No," Jisung grabbed your wrist to stop you, "Who the fuck am I if I can’t please my princess right?"

He first slurped on your face accompanied by your soft moans, cleaning the mess he made on you very carefully like he was dusting a fragile porcelain doll. Then he made his way between your legs and he noticed you were shivering with anticipation. As if he had never eaten you out before.

"Are you… Are you really gonna…?"

"Why of course, princess."

Jisung had never heard you moan that loud before when he connected his lips to your clit. You started melting immediately in his mouth and the more he swirled his tongue on you, the crazier you were going, rolling your hips on his face frantically. He intensified his ministrations, adamant to snap you within less than a minute like he took a bet with himself. He parted your lips ever so gently and started lapping at your clit in earnest.

"PLEASE, FUCK, LET ME!!!"

Jisung didn’t respond and just kept contently moaning into your pussy with extremely obscene sounds, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves as fast as he could like he was a fucking vibrator at maximum intensity.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum for your man."

You bit into your own fist as Jisung ripped your soul from your body and chucked it into the depths of hell, getting you to basically have a seizure under him. It took a hot minute for you to calm down. He was in awe of how you were reacting to him that night.

"Give me those now," he pointed at the nightstand.

It was really unusual for you to shudder this much every time he made contact with your body, but honestly, Jisung couldn’t complain. He fucking loved being able to fly you out of your body like that, not that his usual performance was not already commendable.

"Since you’re such a good girl for your man tonight, I’m gonna be nice and won’t take that ass with me," he declared while pouring some lube on the dildo, "but you’re gonna be prepared for that next time, princess, right?"

"Anything for my man," you responded with a dumb smile on your face.

Your man. 

Something started to mess with Jisung’s head at that point. He grabbed one end of the dildo and aligned it parallel to his cock to fill that perfect sleeve that was your pussy to the brim.

"Fuuuck, would you look at this pretty little cunt? Sopping wet, just aching for more," Jisung softly caressed your thighs.

"All for you," you whimpered under his touch and clenched hard, signaling how needy you were for him. He positioned himself against your entrance and carefully started to make his way in, not meeting any resistance on the way whatsoever.

"Shit, baby, this can’t possibly be your first time. How the fuck are you taking it this well?" Jisung let out a loud groan.

"Your princess has been fucking herself the whole day to stretch for you," you replied almost bashfully, "Claim me now. I want my man to treat me like the slut I am for him."

Jisung still took his time until he bottomed out, making sure you were comfortable with the stretch.

"Look at me, princess."

You held each other’s gaze, Jisung’s way too darkened, yours feigning innocence, but both pairs of pupils blown the same nevertheless.

"You’re gonna be my personal whore now."

"JISUNG!"

What a fucking delicious feeling that was. Jisung was making sure you were aware of every single spot he was hitting inside you, making it crystal clear that he was gonna send you into oblivion in a matter of mere minutes. 

"What is it, princess? Fallen from grace a little?"

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fucking mark me with your seed. MARK ME!!!"

"Mine. You’re fucking mine. MINE!"

Jisung drenched your clit with as much saliva as he could collect and started working his thumb on it while maniacally ramming himself into you, not caring one single bit about how much you were screaming under him.

"Who do you belong to, princess?"

"You."

"Say it properly."

"My man."

"Again."

"My man only."

"LOUDER!"

"MY MAN! FUCK!!!"

Fucking gone. Jisung evaporated into your pussy, completely leaving his corporal form behind under your violent convulsions, both your moans merging into this alloy of sheer pleasure echoing in the room. When his mind-numbing haze started clearing, Jisung gently emptied you, getting you to leak his cum for him in the meantime, but he couldn’t care less. He just pulled you in his embrace, legs tangled within yours, and let you drift to sleep in his chest in full awareness that he managed to satisfy you beyond his own imagination. He placed a peck on your hair and left the consciousness with a content smile, a little curious whether this would be your new normal from that day on.

Then came the final boss. 

The goddess he worshipped. 

His fucking mistress.

Temperamental. Manipulator. Would get him to do anything that she wished with that silver tongue of hers including getting him to blow on cue. 

Literally anything.

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