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Jisung and Minho had enjoyed six months of what could be called a ‘fairy tale relationship,’ as in, the kind of love that most would say doesn’t exist. Minho had fallen for Jisung at first sight, when they—quite literally—ran into each other at Jisung’s workplace, a florist’s shop, where Minho had gone to buy flowers for his mother’s birthday. After that, Minho had gone to visit the cute florist boy every day for a week, and it didn’t take long for Jisung to figure there were reasons beyond a love for flowers that explained Minho’s constant presence—after all, Minho knew almost nothing about flowers. He wasn’t subtle.
They’d begun dating shortly after, and loving Jisung came as easily as breathing. He was cute, with his floppy hair and round eyes and puffy cheeks; he was funny, with his awful jokes and light-hearted insults; he always smelled like flowers, and dressed like the poster child for Easter Sunday, in bright colours and soft textures, with a dash of church-boy chic. When they’d met, Minho saw him as pure, innocent, with the way his whole face flushed at the mere mention of anything remotely sexual, and the way he squirmed when Minho’s flirts became even slightly suggestive. It was fair to assume that Jisung was no seasoned warrior when it came to bedroom exploits. He may have even been a virgin.
Minho could not have been more wrong.
For after a couple weeks of coffee dates and at-home movie nights, they’d agreed to take the next step, and ended up in Minho’s small bedroom. It was there that Minho discovered Jisung’s true nature. When the pink fluffy sweaters came off, Jisung became an insatiable cock fiend, legs up and spread and begging to be filled. He moaned loudly when Minho entered him, pulled him closer, clawed at his back and pleaded for more, gyrated his hips and cried as he shook with pleasure. It was, in fact, Minho who ended up feeling like the less-experienced one, but he wouldn’t complain—not when he was having the best sex of his life with the love of his life. Everything was perfect.
Keyword: was.
Because after six months, Jisung stopped wanting to have sex. He always had some excuse, that he was tired or sick or had to be up early, and Minho wasn’t about to pressure him. But he would be lying if he wasn’t concerned. In the beginning, Jisung had been the one always begging for sex, and now it seemed he’d entirely lost interest. Minho worried that meant Jisung didn’t love him anymore. One night, he could stand it no longer, and after being refused for the hundredth time, finally decided to confront his boyfriend.
“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” Minho asked, sitting up in bed.
Jisung, who’d turned his back and said he was going to sleep, slowly turned over again. “What do you mean?”
“You never want to fuck anymore,” Minho complained. “I get if you’re tired or not feeling well, but it’s been weeks. You always used to be so excited. Have you . . . Have you lost attraction to me?”
“What? Baby, no,” Jisung insisted, sitting up and wrapping Minho in a hug. “No, it’s nothing like that. I love you so much.”
Minho hugged him back, but remained unconvinced. “Then what is it? Am I bad at sex?”
Jisung pulled away and shook his head fervently. “No! No, you’re really good. It’s not that, it’s . . . it’s me, actually.”
“How? What’s wrong?” Minho pressed.
“Look, um, don’t take this the wrong way, ‘cause I really love you, and you have a really nice dick,” Jisung rambled, awkwardly. “It’s just, God . . . There’s no nice way to say this. It’s just not big enough.”
“Excuse me?” Minho tucked in his chin and scowled, offended. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it?”
Jisung lurched forward and took him by the shoulders. “No! That’s not it! If that was the case, I’d have dumped you and found someone, uh, bigger. But I love you, and I want to be with you, so I’m not going to leave.”
Minho nodded slowly. “Well. Huh. It hurts a bit, but I’m glad you told me. So, you’ve refrained from sex because . . . my dick is small? So you don’t enjoy it?”
“I do enjoy it, it’s just . . . I could enjoy it more,” Jisung argued. “And your dick isn’t small, it’s just . . . average.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Minho crossed his arms.
Jisung sighed and scratched his hair. “Nothing, usually, for most people. I’m just not most people. I want to be, uh, how should I say, split in half? Stretched within an inch of my life? Yeah. It’s, it’s weird, I know.”
Minho absorbed that, and shrugged. “It’s not weird. You should’ve told me sooner. I think I have an idea. Do you work tomorrow?”
Jisung tilted his head. “No . . . Why?”
“You’ll see,” Minho said, with a wink.
That night, after Jisung had gone to sleep, Minho spent hours on an incognito tab on their shared computer, doing all kinds of sensitive research he’d never admit to in the light of day. The following morning, he left before Jisung woke up, taking the bus to the nearest sex shop—which, even being the nearest, was an hour’s trip there and back. He took his sweet time picking out exactly what he needed, and brought it all home in a discreet black plastic bag.
When he finally returned home, Jisung was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Minho grabbed him by the arm and ordered, “Bed. Now.”
“But, my eggs—” Jisung said as he was dragged away, barely giving him time to take the pan off the burner.
Minho tossed him onto the bed, leaving him to lie on his back, knees bent and torso balanced on his elbows, in a daze. Wordlessly, Minho dumped the contents of his plastic bag onto the bed, and Jisung observed what fell out—three huge bottles of lube; three butt plugs, one small, one medium, and one large; and a dildo that looked designed to fit over something.
“This was your ‘idea’?” Jisung asked.
“Yeah. My dick isn’t big enough, so I’ve found some stuff that, hopefully, is,” Minho announced. “The plugs are just for stretching. That see-through dick goes over mine to make it bigger. And the pièce de résistance is something I didn’t even have to buy.”
At Jisung’s confused stare, Minho lifted his hand and made a fist, smiling wickedly. It took him a moment, but once Jisung realized the meaning, his eyes widened and Minho could’ve sworn his pupils dilated almost to the size of his irises, blackening them. Quickly, Jisung began removing his clothes, first the apron he’d been wearing to cook and then his shirt, his pants, and finally his boxers. He turned over onto his belly and planted his face into the pillow, then looked eagerly back at Minho.
“You’re so sexy for this,” he whispered.
Minho merely grinned, removing his shirt as he crawled over Jisung. He grabbed Jisung’s hips to guide his lower half into an upright position, spread his cheeks, and dove in, immediately licking around his rim. Jisung’s legs shook and a light moan left his lips, deepening as Minho laved his tongue from his balls, along his taint, and back in a circle around his hole, dipping inside for a moment. He pulled away, staring lustfully at his slicked, twitching hole, then lubed up three fingers and plunged them inside him all at once.
The noisy, animalistic growl Jisung let out at the savage stretch went straight to Minho’s cock. He cursed the months he’d spent taking it slow, easing in one finger at a time. If only he’d known how much the pain of the stretch turned Jisung on, he would’ve done this ages ago, instead of wasting so many minutes on preparation. He pumped and twisted his fingers, bending them to press against Jisung’s prostate, making his whole body writhe.
“Fu— Fuck, it’s been so long!” Jisung cried, shivering from head to toe.
“Yeah? Whose fault is that?” Minho berated gently, in that teasing voice he knew Jisung loved, while he pushed his fingers in past the knuckle.
“Maybe it was worth it,” Jisung panted, “you’ve come back with—ah—with vigor!”
Minho pulled his fingers out and pat Jisung’s buttcheek, planting a kiss on it. “You’ve finally told me how to satisfy you, so I’m going to do that even if it kills me.”
He shifted to grab the lube again, pouring a hefty amount over Jisung’s exposed hole, pushing some in with his fingers before lubing them again as well. That proved to make it difficult to get the first, and smallest, butt plug out of its box, but he managed nonetheless, and covered it in a heavy helping of lube as well. Even being the smallest, it was still a great deal wider than Jisung’s ass, and Minho had to take a deep breath as he slowly began wiggling it in, despite not being the one feeling the burn. His asshole hurt just watching, but he found himself amazed at the way Jisung’s hole swallowed it up, sucking it in like a pacifier.
He exhaled. “Jesus. It’s like a black hole. Shit just disappears in there.”
Jisung’s arms were shaking like tree branches in the wind, and he lifted one to grab the headboard of the bed, knuckles going white with his grip. He panted, raucously, then looked back to cast Minho a viciously needy gaze.
“More,” he demanded.
“Already? But—”
“More.”
“Okay! Damn,” Minho huffed, exasperated. He carefully wriggled the plug out and cast it aside. Jisung’s hole gaped, and he stared at it, as it seemed to stare back, winking at him, beckoning him. His dick was screaming to be put to use, but he knew he’d have to wait if he wanted to satisfy his boyfriend properly. This was for him, after all.
He opened the second-largest butt plug, lubed it up considerably, and worked it in. It was swallowed just as easily as the first, sucked in like Jisung’s ass was trying to eat it, and for a moment, it made Minho think it actually was, as if it was its own entity, separate from Jisung’s body. Jisung cried out, head thrown back and mouth open, wiggling his behind in a silent, desperate plea for more. He was insatiable, he’d always been insatiable, but Minho had never seen it to this extent, his whole body flushed and sweaty, his chest heaving, his toes curled. Minho’s dick was left alone, but he still felt he could come just watching Jisung get off this way.
“Want the biggest one yet?” Minho asked, though he knew the answer.
Jisung nodded excitedly. “Please! Fuck, God, please!”
“Mmkay,” Minho mused, popping the second one out. He held up the box of the biggest plug, gawking at it, at its near-ridiculous size. “This one’s called ‘Big Boy.’ Why does that sound threatening?”
Jisung laughed at him. “Just put it in.”
“You got it, Chief.” Minho rolled his eyes playfully.
He unboxed the monstrous butt plug, slathered it in enough lube to cover an entire person, and pressed it against Jisung’s hole. This one took some elbow grease, sweat pricking at Minho’s brow as he turned it left and right, but eventually, Jisung’s ass consumed it same as the others. It sent Jisung into a frenzy, as his legs tensed and buckled, plopping him down onto his belly. He gripped and bit the pillow for dear life, tears in his eyes as he whined obscenely, kicking his feet, and his body convulsed before going limp.
“Did . . . Did you come?” Minho blinked.
Jisung sighed happily. “Y-Yeah. Good God. Don’t stop, please, keep going, I’m not finished.”
Jisung picked up the clear dildo and threw it at Minho, adding, “Use this one now.”
Minho took the device, called a ‘Cock Extender’ on the tag, and gulped. It was supposed to fit perfectly over his girth, and was ribbed on the inside for his pleasure. He dropped his pants and boxers and used yet more lube to slather his cock, the inside of the dildo, and the outside of it. Nervously, he fit it over his length, the sensation tingling and making him bite his lip, and he secured it by wrapping the rubbery band on the back of it around his ballsack. It looked strange and felt heavy, but Minho couldn’t take his eyes away—and Jisung couldn’t either, licking his lips as he stared at the few extra inches added to his length and girth.
“O-Okay, let’s try it,” Minho mumbled, shuffling over. He carefully removed the huge plug and set it aside, when suddenly, his chest was shoved and he fell into a sitting position. He looked up, startled, just as Jisung climbed on top of him.
Jisung had his tongue caught between his teeth, and he grinned, devilishly. He held up Minho’s dick, settling down on it slowly, but as soon as the tip disappeared inside his black hole of an ass, he sat down abruptly, taking all eight inches at once. His torso stretched and his back arched, body strung taut like a bow, and his nails dug into Minho’s shoulders. He let out a deep, wiry groan, shuddering.
“Fuck, I love you,” he hissed, tugging Minho forward for a passionate kiss.
Jisung started off with only a gentle rocking, but quickly sped up to a reckless bouncing up-and-down, whining sharply each time his ass slapped Minho’s thighs. Minho moaned, too, each movement of Jisung’s body pulling on the dildo, making it stroke his cock all over and his eyes roll back into his head. They kissed messily, teeth clacking together and tongues lapping at whatever they could reach. It was a display of human nature at its most raw, men reduced to mere primal instinct, chasing release.
“Fu— Shit, fuck, g-gonna come—” Jisung’s breathing shook and he hugged Minho close, throwing his head down on his shoulder and biting it, nails scratching up his back. Moments later, he came with a high-pitched moan, but didn’t stop moving his hips until Minho’s pelvis canted upwards, and he also came with a sharp groan from deep in his chest.
Jisung wobbled as he climbed off, and he collapsed onto his back. Apparently, though, he still wasn’t done, as he hooked his hands beneath his knees and lifted them to his chest. He grinned. “Pièce de résistance?”
Minho shook his head and laughed breathily. “More, still? Alright, if you insist.”
Initially, this had been the part he was most nervous about, but after watching the three plugs—especially Big Boy—disappear inside Jisung with incredible ease, he was a lot less worried. So, with newfound nonchalance, he covered his entire right hand in lube, all the way past his wrist, and added even more to Jisung’s hole. Lining up, an action which almost made him laugh as it looked like he intended to punch Jisung’s asshole, he inhaled.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I was born ready,” Jisung insisted, grinning stupidly.
Minho wasn’t certain he was ready, but nonetheless, he pressed his curled knuckles to Jisung’s entrance and proceeded to, quite crudely, shove his fist inside. Once again, that black hole sucked the large object inside it without an ounce of hesitation, and Minho exhaled raggedly as he observed the sight before him. His entire hand engulfed, as though it’d been bitten off, fist squeezed by the hot inner walls, almost vacuuming him even deeper inside. Jisung was immediately a mess, head thrown back and panting moans, almost like laughter, puffing out his chest.
The squeeze was so tight that Minho could hardly move his fist, but he did to the best of his ability, pushing it upwards to crush Jisung’s prostate, quite literally punching hot whines from him. It wasn’t long before, amazingly, Jisung was coming again, painting his front with white stripes. Pride glowed in Minho’s chest. He’d never made Jisung come that fast, or that many times, ever before.
Slowly, he wrenched his fist out and stared at it, spreading his fingers and observing the ribbons of lube between them, like he had webbed hands. He looked down at Jisung, now putty, and reached forth to stroke his cheek and give him a kiss.
“So, how was that?” he asked sweetly.
“Um. Good. Yeah, it was good,” Jisung answered, blandly.
Minho straightened up and frowned. “What? Still not good enough?”
Jisung lifted his head and protested, “It was! I mean, I came three times!”
“You didn’t sound that enthusiastic just now,” Minho complained. “How come you always seem to like it, but then after it was just ‘meh’?”
“It wasn’t ‘meh’! I did enjoy it, baby, I did,” Jisung insisted. Then he bit his lip sheepishly. “Just . . . Well, the first two butt plugs were nice, but child’s play to me. Then Big Boy was thick enough, but didn’t reach deep enough. Then the dildo reached deep enough, but wasn’t thick enough.”
Minho sighed noisily. “And my fist?”
Jisung shrugged. “You have small hands.”
Minho hung his head. “I failed. Again.”
“No, baby, you didn’t fail!” Jisung fretted, wrapping him in another hug. “I told you, I came three times! So it was really good, I promise!”
Minho shook him off, suddenly determined. “No, I can do better. I’ll be back.”
Despite Jisung’s protests, he quickly threw on clothes and left, making his second two-hour round trip to the sex shop that day. He snooped around until he found the perfect toy—if this didn’t satisfy his boyfriend’s black hole, then truly nothing would. The store clerk gave him an odd look, as this was his second appearance before the counter in the same day, but she said nothing as she rang him through for a whopping ₩759,873.39. He left for home with yet another discreet black plastic bag.
Returning to his apartment, Jisung was sitting at the dining table, pillow under his butt and finished plate in front of him. As soon as he saw Minho standing there, bag in hand and the expression of sheer determination on his face, he silently got up and made his way to the bedroom.
“You know, you really don’t have to do this,” he mumbled as he removed his clothes, movements stiff. “I still love you, I’ll always love you. You don’t need to spend tons of money just to—”
“I’ve already spent it,” Minho cut him off, “and I love you too, which is why, I swear to God, I’m going to give you the orgasm of your life. No matter what it takes.”
Jisung laughed disbelievingly. “Nobody’s ever done it, but I commend your efforts.”
Minho took his shirt off again and sat on the bed, unearthing his prized possession from the bag. It was a huge rectangular box, longer than the width of Minho’s body, and had big yellow bubble letters across it on all sides, reading ‘FUCKHOLE DESTROYER 9000.’ It was the most ludicrous sexual instrument Minho had ever laid eyes on, and he knew, if nothing else, this would be the one.
“Fuckhole Destroyer 9000?” Jisung whispered, eyes blown. “What the Hell, Minho? This must’ve been a fortune.”
Minho smiled. “Anything for you.”
Jisung exhaled a puff of air, and his cheeks flushed. “This is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me. Fuck it, let’s give it a whirl.”
“This is the real pièce de résistance,” Minho said, chuckling, as he opened the box and revealed the weapon of ass destruction. It was a vibrating dildo that would only look proportionate on an elephant, so thick Minho couldn’t even wrap a hand around it, and about half or even three-quarters the length of Minho’s leg.
“So, should I say my prayers now, or . . . ?” Jisung joked.
“Not too late to back out,” Minho warned, smirking.
“No way. I’ve never been more excited for something in my life,” Jisung murmured, awestruck. He laid on his back and lifted his knees again, exposing his hungry black hole, which hadn’t yet closed to its usual size.
Minho pulled something else out of the box—a wireless remote, for controlling the vibrations, which had four settings: Calm, Ticklish, Crazy, and Punishing. He whistled. “Jesus, even a remote? Now that’s just cruel.”
“Just how I like it.” Jisung bounced excitedly. “C’mon, hurry up.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Minho took the lube and used an abhorrent amount, even more than all their previous exploits that day combined, to slick Jisung’s hole and its destroyer, which somehow looked even more threatening when wet. He lined it up—which took two hands to do—and gently coaxed the tip inside. Jisung breathed shakily at the stretch, but nodded for Minho to continue, his lip trapped under his top teeth.
Minho slowly pushed it further in, until a quarter of it was swallowed, lost to the depths of Jisung’s ass. He continued at Jisung’s insistence, an inch of it disappearing every second, until it was three-quarters of the way inside and Jisung put up a hand for him to stop.
“Wow, not the whole thing? That’s . . . honestly shocking,” Minho mumbled.
Jisung laughed. “This is the biggest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever taken. I can feel it in my stomach.”
Eyes drifting upward, the air was sucked from Minho’s lungs as he noticed a small bulge in Jisung’s lower stomach. He didn’t even know that was possible, but there it was, before his very eyes. That was hardly the most astonishing thing, however, as he’d finally found something that could sate the black hole’s incessant need.
He lifted the remote. “Think you can handle it?”
Jisung whined lowly, almost fearfully, but nodded. “Bring it on.”
Minho set the vibration to the first setting, Calm, but Jisung barely seemed to notice it. He turned it up a notch, to Ticklish, and Jisung hummed. Figuring he wouldn’t get far with Crazy, he cranked it all the way to Punishing, and Jisung’s back lurched off the bed as he let out a strangled cry. The bulge in his stomach churned as the dildo moved inside him, and his whole body shuddered with the vibrations, loud enough to hear.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Jisung swore. “Fuck, don’t stop, fuck, please, God—”
“Feel good, baby?” Minho cooed, touching his hair softly.
Jisung bit his lip and whined, his eyes teary. “God, it— It feels so good, Minho, please, more, fuck—”
Deciding to tease him, Minho turned the vibration down, to Crazy, which created a low hum as the dildo shifted back and forth. Jisung keened, reduced to speechlessness, begging with only his eyes. Tears spilled down his cheeks and he writhed in place, gripping the bedsheets and pulling on them, desperate moans leaving his mouth with every breath.
“Please . . .” he whispered, wrought.
Minho blinked slowly with compliance, and turned the setting back up, which immediately caused Jisung’s body to convulse as he came with a loud shout, the mess dirtying him all the way to his collarbone. Minho turned the vibration off, leaning over and kissing him, shushing him softly as he returned from his intense high. He carefully removed the dildo and set it aside, rubbing that black hole in gentle circles, patting it. He’d finally bested it.
“Shh, baby. Good?” he asked, kissing Jisung’s temple.
He couldn’t speak, so he only nodded, lifting his head with effort to kiss back. Minho chuckled and left the room, returning with a few necessary supplies—a towel, an ice pack wrapped in a dishcloth, and a bottle of cold water. He cleaned the mess off Jisung’s chest and pressed the ice pack to his behind, then guided him upright to drink from the bottle.
Panting, Jisung wiped his mouth, then swung his arms around Minho. “Thank you. You did it, what no one else could.”
Minho only shrugged. “I told you, I’d do anything for you.”
“That means you have to marry me, now,” Jisung joked, kissing his cheek.
“I’m not opposed to that.” Minho smiled.
After that, Jisung didn’t walk right for weeks.