One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 131: R18(1)

Meical let him eat.

He didn’t interrupt when Min-jae reached for seconds.

Didn’t comment when the wine glass kept refilling.

Didn’t stop him when he leaned back, satisfied, cheeks warm and eyes bright from food and relief and victory.

If anything, Meical looked... amused.

Content.

Dangerously patient.

Min-jae barely had time to realize he was full before a hand slipped around his wrist.

"Come.." Meical said softly, already standing.

"Huh— wait, I’m still—" Min-jae laughed, words cut off as he was pulled to his feet.

Odysseus raised a brow. Yura grinned openly. Saar pretended very hard not to notice. Madam Greya smiled like she knew exactly what she had done with that wine.

Min-jae didn’t even make it out of the dining hall properly before Meical was guiding him up the stairs.

"My food hasn’t even digested properly.." Min-jae protested weakly, though he wasn’t resisting in the slightest.

Meical glanced back at him, eyes dark with something warm and intent.

"That’s fine."

The door to their room closed behind them with a soft but final click.

The world outside fell away.

Meical’s hands came up, framing Min-jae’s face, thumbs brushing his cheeks like he needed to confirm he was real.

"You’re finally home...." Meical murmured, forehead resting against his. "You can’t leave me for the third time, you’re not leaving again."

Min-jae smiled, breath uneven, his heart full to the point it almost hurt.

He leaned in willingly, fingers curling into Meical’s clothes.

"I told you.." he whispered. "I’m home."

And whatever happened next belonged only to them.

He pulled back just an inch, his breath hot. "I need to taste you. All of you."

His mouth found Min-jae’s again, but this time the kiss wasn’t tender. It was deep and claiming, a prelude to everything he intended to do.

His tongue delved inside, fucking Min-jae’s mouth with the same rhythm he’d soon use elsewhere.

Min-jae moaned, the sound swallowed by Meical’s lips, his hands scrambling to pull at Meical’s shirt.

Clothes became a frenzied obstacle.

Fabric torn.

Buttons pinged against the floor. Meical didn’t give him time to think, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed and he tumbled onto the sheets.

Meical stood over him, looking down at his naked form. "You look so good like this. Laid out bare for me.." He crawled over him, his own body bare.

He didn’t go for his cock. He started lower, his mouth tracing a path down Min-jae’s sternum, over his stomach, his teeth gently biting at the sensitive skin of his hips.

Each little nip made Min-jae gasp and arch, his cock already hard and leaking against his belly.

"Meical, please..."

"Please what?" Meical murmured, his breath ghosting over the base of Min-jae’s cock. "Use your words. Tell me what you want my mouth to do."

"I want... I want you to suck me. I want to feel your fucking tongue on me."

Meical’s grin was pure sin.

He obliged, swallowing Min-jae down in one smooth, wet glide. The heat of his mouth was overwhelming.

Meical’s tongue worked the sensitive underside, his head bobbing with a relentless, practiced rhythm.

Min-jae’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips lifting off the bed. "Fuck... your mouth... it’s so fucking good."

Meical pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet. I’m not done tasting."

He pushed Min-jae’s legs apart, spreading him wide. He kissed the inside of his thighs, those gentle bites returning, marking him as his own.

Then he lowered his head, and his tongue found Min-jae’s entrance.

It wasn’t a tease.

It was a deep, lascivious fuck with his tongue, spearing inside, making Min-jae cry out and buck against the sheets.

Meical’s hands held his hips down, pinning him as he ate him with a single-minded focus that drove Min-jae wild.

The slick, intimate sound of sex filling the room.

"I’m gonna... I can’t..."

"You will.." Meical said, his voice a rough vibration against his skin. "You’ll come when I say. Not a second before."

He flipped Min-jae onto his stomach in one swift motion.

Meical settled his weight over him, his chest against Min-jae’s back. He could feel the thick, heavy heat of Meical’s cock pressing against his ass.

Meical’s mouth was at his ear. "I’m going to fuck you so deep like this. I’m going to pin you down and fill you up until you can’t remember your own name."

"Do it.

Min-jae panted, pushing his ass back in invitation. "Fucking do it, Meical. I need it."

Meical reached between them, guiding himself.

The blunt head of his cock pressed, pushed, and then breached. Min-jae cried out as he was filled, inch by incredible inch, until Meical was fully sheathed inside him.

The stretch was perfect, burning and filling every empty space. Meical didn’t move for a long moment, letting them both feel the incredible, tight heat.

Then he drew back and slammed home.

The pace was punishing from the start. Deep, driving thrusts that jolted Min-jae forward on the bed with every snap of Meical’s hips. Meical’s arms bracketed his body, his hands pinning Min-jae’s wrists to the mattress. He fucked him with a raw, possessive intensity, his breaths harsh grunts in Min-jae’s ear. "You feel that? You feel how deep I am? This is where you belong. Taking my cock. Having my children."

The words, the relentless penetration, the sheer dominance of the position—it coiled the pleasure in Min-jae’s gut into a tight, screaming knot. He was so close. Again.

"Not yet," Meical growled, sensing it. He pulled out, ignoring Min-jae’s sob of protest.

He rolled Min-jae onto his back. "Look at me." Meical positioned himself between Min-jae’s legs, lifting them high, folding Min-jae almost in half. The mating press. Meical loomed over him, his gaze locked on Min-jae’s face as he notched himself at his entrance again. "Now. Now you come for me. When I fill you."

He thrust. It was deeper than before, a profound, soul-reaching penetration that made Min-jae see stars. Meical set a brutal, breeding rhythm, each powerful drive of his hips a promise, a claim. Min-jae could only take it, his legs locked around Meical’s waist, his cries becoming wordless, rhythmic sounds that matched the slap of skin.

"That’s it," Meical panted, his control fraying. "Take it. Take my fucking seed. I’m going to pump you so full, Min-jae. I’m going to make sure it takes."

The pressure inside Min-jae shattered. His orgasm ripped through him, blinding and violent. His back arched off the bed as he came, his cock spurting thick stripes of cum over his own stomach and chest. But the sensations didn’t stop. A new, different pressure built, deeper inside, a surging, liquid heat.

Meical drove into him one last, final time, his hips grinding down as he roared his own release. Min-jae could feel it—the hot, urgent pulse of Meical’s cum flooding his body.

The feeling triggered something else. A gush of warm fluid erupted from Min-jae, soaking the space between them, the sheets beneath them. Squirting. It was a release so intense it felt like another orgasm, a flood of pleasure that left him trembling and utterly spent.

Meical collapsed atop him, both of them slick with sweat and cum and the evidence of Min-jae’s release. He was still buried inside, still pumping the last of his own climax into Min-jae’s willing body. His face was buried in Min-jae’s neck, his breaths hot and ragged.

Slowly, he pulled out. He moved down Min-jae’s body, his intent clear. He was going to taste the mess they’d made. But first, he looked up, his eyes dark and sated.

"Now," Meical said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. He dipped his head, licking a thick stripe through the mess on Min-jae’s stomach. He gathered the pooled cum, his cum, mixed with Min-jae’s release. He looked up, holding Min-jae’s gaze. "Open your mouth."

Dazed, Min-jae obeyed. Meical leaned up and kissed him, transferring the taste—salty, musky, them—directly onto his tongue. It was a filthy, intimate claim.

But Meical wasn’t finished. He reached between Min-jae’s legs, where his own spend was beginning to leak out. He gathered it with two fingers, the white, viscous fluid thick and copious. Massive cum. He smeared it over Min-jae’s lips, painting him with it.

"Swallow what’s in your mouth," Meical commanded softly. "Then open for me again. I want to see my cum on your tongue."

Min-jae did, the act of submission as arousing as the sex itself. He swallowed, then opened his mouth, letting Meical see. Meical’s thumb, coated thickly, pushed into his mouth. Min-jae sucked it clean.

"Good," Meical murmured. He leaned close, his lips brushing Min-jae’s ear. "You’re so perfect like this. Fucked full. Marked." He slid two fingers back inside Min-jae, where he was still stretched and dripping. He curled them, gathering more. "This is going to stay inside you. Every drop. You’re going to keep it all tonight." He brought his glistening fingers to Min-jae’s lips again. "Suck."

Min-jae did, his eyes fluttering closed at the taste, at the sheer ownership of the act. When he opened them, Meical was watching him with a fierce, unwavering heat.

"Again," Meical said, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper.