Amber
It was undeniable that she was getting better from the love that her soulmates lavished upon her broken soul. Her soul required lesser and lesser skin-to-skin contact and she now only wore the soul band at night when she slept.
Her days were clouded by their soft kisses, the sweet touches of their skin on hers, the gentle hugs that they smothered her with. Her nights were a flood of love and writhing bodies. They played her with deft fingers that skimmed her edges and plucked at her weakest spots. And her shame and embarrassment had ebbed as she succumbed to their lust, growing more confident over time.
She would let them taste her, let them play with her skin, strum her clit as one would to a guitar. They teased her, begged her to sing as they gave her their everything. And she would let them bring her to nirvana again and again as she rode them hard and fast. They were merciless, always, pushing her past her greatest point of pleasure until she knew nothing but the gold.
The gold.
And she was horny, so damn fucking horny all the time. Her soul yearned for their touch, for their completion and she was a prisoner to its demands, a follower to her leader. It was not always her six in the bedroom, there were some nights when the others stepped away for work at the company. An all-nighter for a new song, an emergency meeting for a new stupid scandal.
And it was those nights when she could really, really appreciate her soulmates individually. It was those nights when her men slipped and they grew rough. Rough was exhilarating, rough was needy and raw. Rough was emotions and everything.
Rough was sin.
MinJae had been raring to go the moment she said yes that night, right after a simple dinner of instant noodles and ham. The boys were out for dance practice and he'd been the only one left behind to care for her needs. Minnie was the best dancer, and as the best dancer, the moves to their new choreography came easily to him. He didn't need those extra hours for the fancy footwork because he was partially responsible for coming up with that fancy footwork.
Amber wondered if he'd only made the dance extra hard because he knew this would happen. But it couldn't be, right? He'd jammed his tongue into her mouth just as they were standing in the kitchen, pulling her towards him with an easy grip of her ass. He'd set her onto the kitchen island, ran his fingers down her body and deftly plucking at the buttons, peeling off her clothes with ease. Her breasts popped out and he took her nipples between his teeth, nibbling and sucking each hardened tip.
It was cold in the kitchen, and the marble was icy on her ass but she didn't care.
Her MinJae had an attitude that day. He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed and had grouched about, sulking all day. And he was so, so different from his usual sweet, cheeky demeanour. Gone was the bubbly Minnie who laughed and giggled at her, this was a Minnie that sat at the edge of his seat ready to pounce. His eyes shards of pure lust and his expression a beacon of need. He had been strange, clinging to her and refusing to let go.
He had rolled his eyes at her soulmates, snapped at them a little when they had teased, grouched and huffed at the boys who irritated him a little. He'd been just as sweet and gentle to her. But now that they were alone she could see the tension in his frame, in the way he laid her down onto the counter, the stone cool on her back, roughly pulling her hips up and parting her skirt to reveal her soaked panties. He'd reached for a vibrator, showing her the oddly shaped sex toy; the long slender neck and the fluttering circular head.
"Clit suction vibrator," he explained, flicking it on to press it tight to her skin. It pulsated, sucking on her flesh and she flinched, her heart pounding rapidly. She wondered where he'd kept it, wondered how the fuck he got it out so quickly. "I need this quick. I feel like I've been edged all day because of a dream." He dragged fingers through his hair, blowing out a heavy breath with a soft groan as he flexed his muscles. "It makes me on the edge, I've got so much pent up sexual fucking frustration. And I know I'm going to come quick, so I'm betting on it to make you come."
"A dream?" She echoed and he gave her a smile, one that was nothing like the pretty grins. She could see the heat in his eyes, the drip of pure molten lava that seared her flesh and burned her alive. Only this wasn't a fire that hurt, this was a fire that filled her insides and made her melt into puddles of dripping come.
"Wet dream, me in you. You around me. You and your well-fucked eyes. Need to fuck you so fucking bad." He groaned, rubbing a thick thumb over her clit and into her folds. The nail scratched over the surface of her hood and for a moment the pressure hurt her, but it soon dissipated into a curious sort of pleasure. "Been thinking of this all day, I'm so lucky to have you all to myself tonight. No fucking drawing lots again."
"You still draw lots?" She snorted, shaking her head as she reached for him. He let her, bending low so that she could grip onto his arms.
"We still do. Then we argue about it. Debate a little about dick size, don't want your pretty pink pussy too sore to walk around properly." His eyes glinted with his mirth and he snorted, a soft mellifluous hum that sounded oddly dangerous at the moment. "You've been limping around the house, it's funny."
"Oh, shut up," she huffed slapping his hand lightly and he laughed spreading her folds with his digits and Amber unconsciously parted her thighs, giving him greater access to her cunt. He hummed, pursing his lips as he idly coated his fingers with her slick.
"You like it, don't you?" He ran his fingers over her chest, tracing the faint line between her breasts and dragging a smear of her need over her skin. The crack had healed, steadily disappearing over time. "Sex?"
"I would say no if I didn't." She decided to give him, her cheeks flushing and turning red.
"Hm. Can see the look in your eyes when you think we're not staring." He grinned, the flowers in his hair blossoming with his words, they fluttered the blips of light drawing circles over his head. "You get horny when I lick my lips like this." He showed her, dragging the pink flesh over the plump red and she blushed, nibbling her lips and her back arched when he dipped a finger into her. "Mmm, your cunt just squeezed around my finger. It's more honest than you, it salivates and tells me what I need to know." Dirty. She liked him like this, wrecked and spilling with filth.
"I like it when you're needy for me too," she whispered. His eyes flashed and they kissed again, a wet mess of heat and saliva, as he ground his hard, bouncing cock over her belly. The thick, heavy appendage was already wrapped in a condom, glossy with lube and her sleek. He let it slap over her skin, the sound ringing across their home a low thud of skin over skin.
"Stop playing."
He chuckled; a sweet low sound. "Sorry." He drew his cock over her folds, dipping himself into her to soak his cock with the streams of her juices. "Maybe you don't need the vibrator, my darling's already so wet." He brushed the toy over her folds and she jerked as the vibrations pulsated straight to her engorged clit.
"You always like to tease me." She blew out a frustrated breath. "You and everyone else."
"That's the fun part, but you're right I want this quick. Don't want them barging in while we're at it. Don't want their eyes on you when you come." He dug the suction over her clit and flicked the settings to the highest it could go. It clung to her clitoris, taking her sensitive flesh into its clutches as the mechanical vibrations began.
Holy shit.
She bucked just as he drove his cock forward and straight into her, rough and unforgiving. Her breath caught in her throat as he speared into her straight to the hilt without a word of warning. And then he was fucking her, moving with the controlled speed of a skilled dancer as he pressed her writhing body to the marble counter. She writhed as he plunged his cock into her, hard and fast, chasing after his orgasm. His forehead was beaded with sweat despite the cold, and he pulled back the curls with a swipe of his hand, revealing a pale forehead that made his eyes seem darker and prettier.
"This is everything I imagined, everything I dreamed of. This—Fuck yes!" MinJae groaned, dragging her up from the counter. "You're so warm around me, so hot. So good. So fucking good. My soul feels so full."
She yelped as he pulled her into his arms, skin to skin bouncing her over him. Her breath hitched as she was impaled deeper onto him, her pussy swallowing him down deeper until he bottomed out, so deep that she could feel him pushing against her cervix. His cock continued spearing in and out of her with trained precision as she frantically clung to him for dear life. It was too much, too fucking much, her hips became frantic, her squirms were violent on his cock. The vibrator was slipping from his hands and the pleasure died down just a little.
"Don't!" She moaned out, begging him to press it harder to her clit, taking his hand to pull it to her sweet spot. She jerked then, her body squeezing over his powerful one, weakly tugging at his wrist to dig the sex toy into her clit."Put it back!"
"Darling, don't come yet. I haven't had enough." But she wasn't listening, her bucks became impulsive; her rhythm to his thrust, a staccato. And Amber came, soaking his cock in her juices, her body tensing and she whimpered squeezing his dick hard inside of her, taking him as deep as she could go. "Naughty girl!" MinJae cursed, a frustrated groan in his voice.
It only made her come harder, her body rippling against his as white consumed her vision and her fingers clawed over his skin, digging red lines over pale milky flesh. He dropped her on the counter, panting as she writhed. He'd pulled out almost immediately, poised over her form and she whined at the emptiness, at the unfulfilled gape within her. Why did he pull out?
"I told you I wanted more than just that!" He made a face at her in a whinny voice that was strangely cute as he held his bobbing cock, giving it slow, long strokes. "Your pussy almost made me come. I want my first orgasm in you to be perfect." He hovered over her, his cock red and angry as he cheekily slapped at her swollen pussy making her clench and squirm. "No vibrator for my bad, bad girl."
He dropped the soaked vibrator on the counter and she whined as he took her again, this time slow and steady, too slow. It was enough to draw shuddering pleasure through her, but not enough to take her higher into her release. It was frustrating and she locked her legs around his hips, begging him with her body to move quickly.
"Minnie, please?" He was quiet, speeding up at her words. But he refused to touch her clit, the only friction came from the slaps of his pelvis against her swollen nub. She growled, irritated as she squirmed over his cock and her soulmate only giggled, laughing to himself as his eyes curved into sweet moons. She squeezed around him, clenching over his thrusting cock and he stopped.
"Fine." He fucked her faster then, digging an unrelenting thumb over her clit. He battering it again and again until he froze and came, muffling his cries into her neck as ropes of his semen spewed into the condom. She came quickly after to the lazy strokes of his throbbing cock which continued to spasm and spurt, crying loudly as she bucked and squirted all over him.
She'd heard the sound only after. The clatter of things dropping and the sound of frantic movement, a shallow curse from another room. Her eyes had darted to the sound, towards the darkness of the hallway, towards the closed door to the room that seemed always locked.
"What was that?" Amber had asked, scared her mind still dazed from sex. MinJae had quietly slipped out of her, carefully holding her in his arms as he buttoned up her shirt. His brows furrowed and his expression grew hard and stiff.
"Forgot about him, my bad," he said, giving her a quick kiss. His dark eyes watering into sweet flecked brown. "Sorry, darling. I'm so sorry. "
"JieMi's here?" Her eyes widened. She'd assumed he would be learning choreography with the team.
"Yeah, he learnt the dance quick too. Asked for a break today. He's in his room." MinJae blew out a frustrated breath, desperation in his eyes. He clung to her, wrapping her in his arms, a cocoon of protection. She'd forgotten how protective her men could be when it came to the seventh intruder in their home. "I'm sorry shit I forgot—"
"No, it's okay, but is he okay?"
MinJae's eyes widened as he raised a brow and she gestured to her naked bottom half. MinJae blinked. "Him? He wouldn't have heard it; the walls are pretty thick. He should have—" He paused then made a face. "Okay, the door's shitty and thin. Maybe I'll go talk to him if you want me to?"
"No, no it's okay. I—" She licked her lips, thinking back on how she'd seem him fucking Ha-Eun. "Don't mind if he heard us."
MinJae's eyes widened a fraction, then they melted into soft sweet orbs. He hummed, smiling sweetly at her. "I forgot that you have voyeuristic kinks like me." He rubbed his nose over hers sweetly. "Wanna go another round?"
"Maybe?" She flushed and he grinned, throwing his head back to laugh, his mood lifted once the sexual frustration had left his system. The lilacs in his hair fluttered, the petals spilling all over her belly.
She had a feeling that it wasn't the first time JieMi had caught her having sex.