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It’s been two weeks since you caught your boyfriend balls deep in someone else. You were going to his place to surprise him with his favorite dinner and a sweet treat for later, but you were the one surprised – apparently your boyfriend couldn’t wait for a sweet treat. The most annoying part of it was that he tried to explain, tried to ration with you. It’s not what you think, it was just sex, none of it matters. Somehow what made your blood boil even more is that he was fucking the girl on the bed sheets you bought! And they were expensive.
Naturally, you’ve been plotting your revenge. You’re not afraid to stoop low or even lower. You might as well drag him to Hell. It’s been two weeks of non-stop brainstorming, crying, laughing, throwing things around, breaking photos and burning his favorite hoodie which you stole a few months back.
You’re one meltdown away from drawing a pentagram on the floor of your apartment and summoning all kinds of demons to haunt his ass. You even managed to change your TikTok algorithm, so now you’re on the wicca part of the internet.
It's yet another night of throwing down beers and writing down all the things you want to do to him. You used to do this in the past, but all the things were nice and fuzzy, romantic and cute. Adventures you planned, trips, movies to watch together, food you want to try, all the places you wanted to fuck, all the things you wanted to do. Now your lists look like medieval torture descriptions. The doorbell takes you out of your slumber. You don’t care who’s on the other side but go to the door anyway.
“Time to go out”, your best friend announces as soon as you open the door.
“I don’t want to go out, not ready to see anyone”, you declare as you walk yourself back to your couch.
“Body out. Now. I’ve planned a fun night for us”, she gives you a look and you know you won’t be able to fight her, not for long anyway.
“Where are we going?”, you ask with a groan peeling yourself back up from the couch.
“It’s a surprise. Just get dressed”, she says, now it’s her turn to make herself comfortable on the couch.
You sigh and huff, making sure she can hear you as you make your way to your bathroom.
After what feels like ages of scrubbing, waxing, pushing, pully, brushing, and all that jazz, you are making the finishing touches on your face.
“You’re way too overdressed”, your best friend tells you once you appear back from your bedroom.
“I can’t risk running into anyone I know not looking my best”, you say as you put on your strappy heels. Your hair is clean and brushed, you’re wearing a tiny dress and a fur coat. Your legs are bare and it’s February, but you could care less, you’re still slightly buzzing from the alcohol you had earlier.
“We better go then”, your best friend says, and you make your way to an already waiting Uber.
The car stops in front of a big house (could it be classified as a mansion? You wouldn’t know) in a gated community on the outskirts of the city. You pay and get out of the car.
“And you told me I might be overdressed”, you give your friend a pointed look and she just shrugs with a laugh.
“House is fancy, but the party will probably be sloppy”, she says.
“Whose house is this anyway?”, you ask as you two make your way up to the front door. You can hear the music blasting, you see people roaming around. You can even see a pool in the distance.
Your friend hesitates before saying “Minho’s” so quiet you can barely hear her.
You stop in your tracks at once.
“Excuse me, I don’t think I heard that right. Did you just say Minho’s”, you ask, eyes wide.
“It’s going to be okay. I made sure he is not here”, she answers.
“Oh, sure, sure. They are only best friends, how could he not be here?!”, you raise your voice at her and sigh, turning around.
“I’m going home”, you say.
“Now why would you want to do that?”, another voice joins the conversation. You turn back only to see Minho leaning on the front door, looking casual and annoyingly gorgeous with his tight jeans and a slightly oversized button-up. His dark hair is styled and reveals part of his forehead.
“I didn’t think you’d like me here”, you say, hands crossing in front of your chest.
Minho – a long-time enemy, also known as your ex’s best friend. You’ve known him for years and somehow you never got along. He always seemed reserved and cold around you, and you decided to give back the same energy. Your interactions mostly boiled down to sarcastic comments, resentful remarks or just cold looks from across the room. You tried your best to keep away from him and not see him often, so you were blissfully unaware where he lived.
Of course, you know of him. He’s an idol after all. Your ex just happens to be his childhood best friend, and they go way back. You’ve been dragged to a few shows and after parties over the past two years. The rest of the guys are nice and friendly, but you’ve always stayed away from Minho.
“There’s plenty of room here for everyone”, he says with a small smile.
“There’s not enough room in the world for you and I”, you say, tilting your head slightly.
“Well, it’s your lucky day. Your presence appears to not give me a body rash today”, he replies, the smile never leaving his lips.
“Can’t you guys just be civil for a minute?”, your best friend sighs with an eye roll before she takes your hand and leads you inside.
You brush past Minho on your way in, your shoulders barely touching for a second, but you can still feel the warmth of his body. Plus, he smells nice, that moron. You try not to think about that as you make your way inside and quickly learn where the kitchen with the booze is. You need to feel sedated tonight.
Of course, the universe has other plans as your best friend is the one doing most of the drinking. You have a rule when you go out together – one of you can get sloshed while the other needs to stay as sober as possible and be responsible.
Apparently, your friend thought that you had enough in the first one hour of the night and took over swiftly, doing shots with strangers.
You’ve retreated to a safe corner from where you can still keep an eye on her with a glass of cranberry juice.
“Having fun?”, a voice startles you. Minho’s secret talent is moving around like a cat. You look at him for a second before training your eyes back on your friend.
“Oh yeah, party of the century”, you say.
“Maybe if you tried talking to people”, he suggests, eyebrow raised.
“I’m talking now and still nothing”, you say, turning to look at him again. The same small smile from before is plastered on his face again.
“How nice, I didn’t think you’d consider me a person.”
“I wouldn’t dare suggest otherwise. Especially when I’m in your house and you can lock me in your basement or something.”
“Didn’t know you wanted me to lock you up”, he looks suggestively.
“Please, as if you’d know what to do with me if you did”, you laugh, but it’s short. You can’t seem to be able to read the energy. That’s not the typical sarcastic comments you two exchange.
“I’d have an idea”, he says but doesn’t elaborate.
You look at each other and time stretches out. You’re not sure what is happening or why your stomach turns slowly. That is until someone crashes into you, your cranberry juice spilling all over your dress.
“Gosh, I’m sorry”, Han says with an apologetic look in his glazed eyes. He’s too tipsy to care, however, and he quickly goes back to the rest of the guys.
“That’s just great” you mumble under your breath, annoyed. There goes your hot outfit.
“I can get you some clean clothes”, Minho’s voice anchors you back into the moment.
“Is that a ploy to see me naked?”, you can’t help but laugh. He laughs with you and wraps his fingers around your wrist taking you to the staircase and what you assume are bedrooms on the second floor. You can almost hear him say “As if I need a ploy”, but it’s so quiet that you’re not sure if he really said it or if you imagined it.
The warmth of his hand is undeniable on your skin, and another revenge idea forms in your mind. One that doesn’t have to do with summoning demons but maybe turning into one for the night.
Minho takes you to a room at the far end of the hallway. He pushes the door open and closes it with a click. You give him a questioning look.
“I don’t want people to come upstairs”, he explains with a shrug and moves over to his closet.
His room is neat and clean. His big bed in the center of it is what catches your attention. He didn’t make up his bed this morning and you realize his sheets are the same brand you got your ex.
“Cheater sheets”, you say under your breath. This is somehow the reassurance you need to set the plan in action.
“Did you say something?”, Minho asks, back still turned to you as he goes over clothes in the closet.
“Nothing important”, you reply, unzipping your dress. It’s wet and sticky already, clinging to your body in a way you hate. You let it pool down your legs and step over it, standing in the room with nothing but your underwear on. It could’ve been a granny panty night but you’re thankful you decided to go all in. You’re wearing a set that you love (and hate) – the one you were wearing to surprise the cheating bastard of a boyfriend. It’s black and lacy, leaving almost nothing to the imagination and hugging your body just right.
“I don’t have another fancy dress sitting in my closet but maybe those would do”, Minho finally says as he turns around. He stops in his tracks when his eyes zone in on you, mostly naked in his room. The hand holding a t-shirt and a pair of shorts goes limb and falls next to his body.
“Or maybe this would do?”, you ask. You’re not sure your plan would work but you’re almost sure he did more than being sarcastic as you were talking downstairs. You also caught him looking at you a few times during the night, but you can never be too sure. He’s your ex’s best friend after all.
“Your idea is way better than mine”, he breathes out. The clothes in his hand are long forgotten.
“And do you plan on doing anything worthy with my idea?”, you ask, taking a step towards him, still testing the waters. Minho hesitates and you are sure you’ve crossed all the lines but then he takes a step towards you, too.
“Fuck yes”, he whispers before closing the distance between you and kissing you. Your hands fly to his waist almost instinctively as you kiss back. His frame your face, holding you steady. He’s warm and soft under your touch and you can’t believe how easy it is to melt into him.
The kiss soon turns heated as you fist his shirt and his fingers wrap around your hair, pulling your head back. You grant his tongue access into your mouth, and he manages to pull out a quiet moan from you. It makes him push you towards the bed.
“Fuck, let me hear you”, he says as he pulls away from the kiss, and looks in your eyes.
“I thought you hated my voice”, you tease as your fingers start to unbutton his shirt quickly.
“Typically, but not in this scenario”, he teases back, his lips finding the pulse point on your neck, sucking deliberately. This makes another moan escape your lips.
“That’s right”, he prompts as he pushes you on the bed now and hovers over you. You don’t let him look you in the eye for too long this time. Your lips find his quickly and you pull him in for a bruising kiss. Damn, he’s a great kisser. He swallows all the noises you make for him, his hands going down your chest, only to find your nipples hard.
“Damn, so turned on for me already”, he says as he pulls out from the kiss again.
“Shut up”, you say as your own hand makes its way down his pants and squeezes his already hard length.
“Look who’s talking”, you chuckle as he groans from your touch.
“Someone’s full of it”, he says as he brushes your hand off him and makes his way to kiss your breasts through the lace. You arch your back towards him, thighs shaking a little already.
“Wanna be full of you”, you moan and he matches it with his own.
“Shit, your voice is growing on me”, he says as he pulls down your bra and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.
“It’s not the only thing that’s growing”, you can’t help but tease again.
“On a second thought, I might prefer you with your mouth full”, Minho quips as he lets go of your nipple and moves back. You quickly sit up, unclasping your bra and taking it off. You can hear his breath hitch a little and a quiet fuck escaping his lips. You store this for later as your hands quickly unbuckle his pants and take his dick out of his boxers. He’s thick and hard and already leaking for you, tip flushed and begging for attention.
“I think you’d still miss my smart remarks”, you say before you lean down only to spit on his cock and work your saliva on the length with your hands.
“Does it feel good?”, you ask as he closes his eyes for a second, brows knitted together in a frown.
“Fuck yes, need your mouth”, he says, panting a little. You squeeze his cock a bit tighter, increasing the speed a little.
“Need my mouth for what?”, you ask as you lean in to suck on his neck.
“Suck me off”, he says, his hands finding purchase in the sheets, gripping them tightly.
“What a dirty mouth you have”, you whisper in his ear, then dart your tongue out to lick around the shell of it.
“Yes, yes, so dirty”, he nods.
“So needy and I haven’t even touched you right”, you say as you sneak one hand to his balls and roll them in it gently.
“Oh fuck”, he says, biting on his lip hard.
“They should make a photo card of this”, you giggle but don’t give him time to respond as you lean down and take his tip in your mouth. His hands go straight to your head, gripping your hair.
“Mmm, you taste so good”, you say as you lick a long strip from his base to his tip.
“So hard and ready for me, already drooling”, you continue.
“Do you wanna fuck my mouth with your big hard cock, Minho?”, you say as you tease his tip again. His grip on your hair tightens.
“Yes, yes, please”, he says between shallowing breaths.
You love how he falls apart under your touch. His cocky personality is nowhere to be found as Minho turns to putty in your hands. His needy cries make you so wet and you are ready to give him what he wants. You’re frustrated, angry, confused and so turned on that you might as well go out of your mind. You try not to think too much of consequences as you open your mouth to take him in.
The growl he lets out is so animalistic, it makes you clench. You bob your head a few times to adjust to the feeling and weight of his cock in your mouth. You look up only to find him already looking at you with hooded eyes. He looks so fucked out already, sweat forming at his hairline, his bottom lip swollen and chewed. You lock eyes with him as you sink in lower, until your nose touches his pubic bone and you feel his tip at the back of your throat.
You gag and spurt around him, trying to breathe through your nose, fighting the gag reflex as much as you can. Minho lets out a whiny moan and throws his head back for a second, his dick twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck, your throat is so tight”, he says and you moan around him.
“Wanna fuck your mouth”, he adds and looks at you for confirmation. You give him a short nod as you put your hands on his thighs. That’s all Minho needs before he bucks his hips towards your face.
“Fuck you look so good with your mouth full of my cock”, he says as he pulls out a bit for you to take a deep breath and goes back in.
“Now that’d be a photo card I’d collect”, he teases, remembering your previous comment. You want to roll your eyes but can’t. It’s like he has you in a spell, eyes looking at you with such lust. The noises coming from your mouth are obscene. You can feel your saliva spurring out of your mouth and onto the sheets. You can also feel yourself dripping.
“Fuck, you feel so good”, he says as he takes his dick out of your mouth, and you manage to take in a ragged breath, “too good. Don’t wanna cum like this. Wanna fuck you”, he adds and leans in to kiss you. It’s so sloppy and wet, so messy. It makes your pussy squeeze around nothing.
Minho pushes you back on the bed and quickly finds his way between your legs. He doesn’t waste any time as he berries his face in your cunt. Your panties are still on, and you can feel him sucking on them.
“Fuck you smell amazing. So wet for me”, he says as he moves back to look at you. You’d be embarrassed if this wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve seen in a while. His fingers hook in your lacy underwear and drag it down your legs before it gets tossed in the room somewhere.
“Look at that pretty pussy”, Minho breathes out as his fingers make their way through your folds. You arch your back with a moan.
“So wet and warm, ready for me”, he continues.
Whiny Minho makes room for dominant Minho to come back. You’re getting whiplash from all his personalities today, but you can care less. His fingers feel so good on you.
“Please, more”, you say as you feel his fingers hovering around your entrance.
“More what?”, he teases. It’s always a game between you and him.
“Want your fingers inside me”, you say and lean on your elbows so you can see him better. Minho between your thighs is a sight for sore eyes and you never thought you’d even think that.
“Thought you’d never ask”, he says teasingly as he pushes a finger inside you. You’re so wet you can barely feel the stretch.
“More fingers, Minho”, you say and can’t help the whimper as he adds a second finger. He touches you as a man starved, as someone who has touched you multiple times already. Like he knows your body and what makes you tick. He curls his fingers and quickly finds that sweet spot inside that makes your toes curl.
“Oh fuck, right there, please don’t stop”, you manage to breathe out, throwing your head back.
“Look at me”, he commands, his voice suddenly dark. You can’t help but open your eyes and look at him.
“I want to see how you fall apart”, he says, wetting his lips with his tongue as he keeps slamming his fingers inside you. It’s like you’re under a spell. You can’t look away from his dark eyes. He lowers his head and wraps his lips around your aching clit. You moan loudly gripping the sheets to hard your knuckles are white.
“Minho, please, please, please”, you can’t help but beg as he takes you closer and closer to the edge.
With a final push of his fingers your orgasm bursts out of you. You can’t help but fall on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you arch your back and buck your hips into his face. It feels like you’re underwater and barely coherent. The intensity of your orgasm takes you out of reality for a few seconds as Minho relentlessly helps you ride it out.
He pulls out once he feels you are on the edge of overstimulation. You lay there trying to catch your breath.
“That was unexpected”, you hear him say from somewhere near you, but he feels so far away. You manage to open your eyes and see him sitting on his heels between your legs, his face drenched.
“Oh shit”, you manage to say, “did I…”
“You did”, he says with a wild smile on his lips as he leans in to kiss you.
“Now I need to know what you can do with my dick inside you”, he says as he pulls away to stroke his dick lazily. You look down to find him harder than ever.
The bliss from the orgasm doesn’t help the feeling that you want to feel him.
“Please fuck me already”, you say as you lean in to wrap your hands around his shoulders and pull him into your frame.
“Don’t have to tell me twice”, Minho lets out a breathy laugh before he stops himself and looks at you questioningly.
As if you can read his mind you say “I got tested two weeks ago after the whole “my boyfriend cheated” incident and I’m on the pill.”
“Well, I get tested regularly. The whole idol thing and what not”, he adds, “So…”
You wrap your legs around his torso and kiss him. “Please just fuck me already”, you whisper into his lips and that’s all Minho needs to hear before he aligns his cock with your entrance.
The stretch is so sweet. No matter how wet and prepped he got you, you still feel it. You arch your back into him and moan, fingers digging into his biceps.
Minho is not doing any better. His eyes are half open, face scrunched in a frown as he pushes himself in you slowly.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight around me”, he gasps as he bottoms out. He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your pussy pulsing around him.
“Please relax or you’re gonna make me blow so quickly”, he chuckles into your neck, trying to catch his breath.
“Move, please”, you say. “And don’t blow before you make me cum again.”
“Someone’s bossy”, he lets out as he pulls out of you and slams back in. “Gotta fuck that bossiness out of you”, he adds.
It's your time to bite your lip and try to muffle your moans as Minho expertly fucks into you. He's relentless when it comes to speed and he seems to know all the right angles. He finds your sweet spot almost immediately and rams into it.
“I said I want to hear you”, he brushes a finger over your bottom lip once he realizes you’re trying to be quiet. His hands hook under your thighs as he drags you even closer to him and spreads your legs more. This changes the angle again and he manages to fuck into you even deeper. You can’t help but cry out.
“That’s right. Show me how you like to get fucked”, he says which makes you clench around him.
“You like it when you get fucked like a dirty slut, huh?”, he asks. It’s insane how he’s able to control his breathing. Damn idols and their breath work.
“Yes, yes, please, give it to me”, you manage to say between moans.
“Yeah? Wanna get fucked raw? Want me to fill this pretty pussy?”, Minho can’t stop himself. You’re spread out for him in a way he never imagined. You look almost out of it already, your tits bouncing every time he fucks into you. Your pussy drenched and tight around him, your walls feel like velvet. He can still taste you on his tongue and the sound and smell of sex are driving him crazy.
“Shit, you take me so well. Such a good girl”, he keeps rambling as you move your hands under your knees and tuck your legs to your chest, spreading yourself even more. Minho can’t take his eyes off the place where his dick disappears in you. Every time it appears again, he can see it coated with your slick.
“You’re creaming all over my dick like such a good slut”, he growls as he pushes your thighs up towards your body even more with his hands.
“Fuck yes, Minho, you’re gonna make me cum”, you cry out and throw your head back. He quickly moves one hand towards your face and wraps it around your chin making you look at him again.
“Say my name again”, he says as his hand sneaks down your throat and squeezes lightly.
“Minho”, you moan out, the hand around your throat tightens a bit.
“Again”, he commands, he’s fucking so hard into you, the bed creaks.
“Minho, Minho, Minho”, your broken cry echoes around the room as another orgasm washes over you. This one is even more intense than the first one, your pussy clamping around his dick hard, as your whole body tightens and your legs start to shake.
“Fuck, baby”, it’s his time to moan out, your pussy gripping his dick so tight he can barely move. That’s all Minho needs to be pushed towards his own orgasm. He coats your walls and fills you up so much he can feel he’s already spilling out of you.
He lays on top of you, spent. Minho doesn’t remember the last time he came so hard. His head is buzzing, and his breathing is ragged.
You take him out of his slumber.
“My legs are going numb”, you crack and he quickly rolls off of you.
“Shit, sorry”, he chuckles as he runs a hand through his wet hair.
You slowly move your legs down, he can’t help but notice the tremors going through them still, a confident smile growing on his face.
“That’s something I never thought I’d do with you”, you say after a while.
“I’m not that surprised”, Minho says as he gets out of bed and disappears towards the bathroom. You get up to your elbows, eyebrows raised. He comes back with a washcloth.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you ask as you let him use the washcloth to clean you up.
“I always felt something here”, he says as he gestures between your bodies.
“Um… like hatred? Disgust? Annoyance?”, you start listing out things and laugh as he pushes your shoulder and you crash into the bed again. Your laugh dies down as he hovers above you with a small smile.
“For you, maybe. But I never hated you or was disgusted by you. Sure, you were annoying but your sarcastic comments more than made up for it”.
“I thought you hated me”, you say, no longer laughing.
“I thought this dynamic was just our thing and you were comfortable enough not to treat me like an idol or someone you have to be nice with all the time”, he shrugs.
“I dated your best friend”, you say.
“And he cheated”, Minho shrugs again.
“Wait, are you on my side?”, you get up to your elbows again.
“I thought I’ve been showing you I was on your side for a while now”, he tilts his head with a smirk. You huff and punch his shoulder.
“Brat”, you say but can’t counter.
You suddenly feel vulnerable and too exposed. What you thought would be some sweet revenge sex turned out to be something else entirely. You clear your throat and get up, collecting your clothes as you make your way to the bathroom.
“I need to…”, you start saying but don’t finish as you close the door and lock it. You turn on the water in the shower as you lean your hands on the vanity and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is messy, you’re sweaty and your make-up is smeared. Your lips are swollen, and the remnants of the last hour are still evident between your thighs.
As you let the warm water engulf your body, which is slowly but surely starting to ache, you can’t help but think you might have taken this revenge thing a step too far.
Would there be a way back or did you fuck it up royally?