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It was a regular Friday evening, the city alive with its usual chaos as the sun dipped below the skyline, painting the streets in shades of orange and pink. Felix, Chan, and their tight crew—Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin—were scattered across the practice room after a brutal day of rehearsals. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, and crumpled takeout boxes littered the floor, evidence of a hasty dinner break. Laughter ricocheted off the mirrored walls as they took a rare moment to just chill, letting the tension of the day melt away for a bit.
“Jisung, man, you nearly ate the floor on that last run,” Minho snickered, slouched against the wall with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Whatever, at least I didn’t flub the lyrics like SOMEONE,” Jisung shot back, jabbing a finger at Seungmin, who rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop a grin from sneaking out.
Felix was sprawled on the floor, legs crossed, messing around on his phone, while Chan was a few feet away, hunched over his laptop, tweaking a beat with that intense look he always got. They were all kinda doing their own thing, but still connected, tossing dumb jokes and teasing remarks across the room. Hyunjin was doodling in a notebook, Changbin was thumbing through his playlist for something to vibe to, and Jeongin was flat on his back, staring at the ceiling like he was having an existential crisis.
“You guys think we’re solid for the fan meet tomorrow?” Chan broke the casual vibe, his voice steady but carrying a subtle edge of stress. They’d been grinding non-stop for weeks, and the event was a big freaking deal.
“We’ve got it in the bag,” Felix said, glancing up with a small, trying-to-be-reassuring smile. “Setlist is fire, and the fans are gonna flip over the new choreo.”
Chan just nodded, sharp and short, his eyes already back on his screen. Felix watched him for a second, catching the tension practically radiating off him. They all felt it, that invisible weight of needing to be perfect, but for now, they let it slide, slipping back into stupid arguments over who nabbed the last piece of fried chicken.
The next day, the storm started brewing, slow and sneaky at first, during a practice session before the fan meet. They were running through a new track with a seriously tricky dance break, and Felix was in the zone, his moves sharp as a blade. But Chan—he slipped up during a transition, a rare misstep for someone who usually had every step locked down.
“Yo, hold up,” Felix called out, stopping dead in his tracks. “Chan, you’re supposed to pivot left there, not right. It’s throwing the whole formation off.”
Chan’s face tightened as he wiped sweat off his brow. “Yeah, I got it. Just got distracted. Let’s run it again.”
They reset and went for it, but Chan messed up the same damn move. Felix let out a harsh sigh, louder than he meant to, his frustration clawing its way out. “Dude, we’ve been over this like a million times. It ain’t that hard.”
The room went dead silent for a heartbeat, the other guys swapping quick, uneasy looks. Chan straightened up, his jaw locked so tight it looked like it might crack. “I’m trying, okay? Maybe if you weren’t so quick to jump all over me, I’d actually get a chance to fix it.”
Felix blinked, caught off guard, but he felt a spark of irritation flare up hot in his chest. “I’m just sayin’, we can’t look like idiots in front of the fans. Don’t make this personal.”
“It IS personal when you’re standing there acting like I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!” Chan’s voice shot up, slicing through the quiet like a whip. His exhaustion was obvious, bags under his eyes, shoulders slumped, but there was a raw, bitter edge to his tone. “I’ve been dragging half this group’s weight on my damn back, and you wanna rag on me for one stupid step?”
Felix’s eyes narrowed, his own stress and tiredness pouring fuel on the fire. “Oh, dragging the group’s weight? I’m doing my part, Chan, same as everyone else. We’re all busting our asses here. Don’t pull that ‘I’m the only one’ crap. You’re not the only leader, so quit acting like it’s all on you and biting my head off when I try to help!”
“Help? That’s what you call this bullshit?!” Chan roared, stepping closer, his voice thundering through the room as he jabbed a finger toward Felix. “You’re just standing there tearing into me like you’ve never screwed up a day in your life! Newsflash, Felix, you’re not perfect either!”
“Oh, you wanna go there? Let’s go!” Felix fired back, stepping right up to him, his voice raw and shaking with anger. “At least I don’t shut everyone out and play the damn martyr all the time! I’m sick of tiptoeing around you just ‘cause you can’t handle someone calling you out!”
Their voices crashed into each other, a full-on shouting match erupting as they unloaded weeks of pent-up frustration. “You think I don’t see what everyone does for this group? I’ve been killing myself night and day to keep us on track!” Chan bellowed, his hands flailing as his face turned red. “But I don’t need you chewing me out every freaking time I slip for half a second!”
“And I don’t need you snapping at me like I’m the enemy for pointing out something obvious!” Felix yelled, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. “We’re supposed to be a damn team, not you playing the lone wolf and me taking the heat for it!”
“You’ve been on my case for days, Felix. If you’ve got a real problem with me, just spit it out already!” Chan’s voice dropped low, almost a growl, but it shook with something deeper, something broken. “Don’t hide behind this dance crap. Say what you really mean!”
“Don’t flip this on me!” Felix snapped, his voice cracking as the hurt bled through. “You’ve been icing everyone out, acting like you’re untouchable. I’m done with this, Chan. I’m done pretending everything’s fine when you can’t even look at me without glaring!”
“You think I’m glaring? You think I don’t care?” Chan’s voice broke, raw and jagged, as he took another step forward, his eyes wild with pain and anger. “I’m trying to hold this all together, and you’re making it harder by acting like I’m the problem! Maybe if you’d cut me some slack for once—”
“Cut you slack?!” Felix cut him off, his voice rising to a near-scream. “I’ve been cutting you slack for weeks while you’ve been a complete asshole! I can’t even talk to you anymore without it turning into a fight! Do you even see how much that screws me up?”
Chan froze, his mouth opening like he had something to say, but the words died. His chest was heaving, his eyes glassy with a mix of rage and something that looked a lot like guilt. Felix was trembling, his breaths short and ragged, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes though he fought them back with everything he had.
“Guys, enough! Stop!” Changbin finally shouted, shoving himself between them with his arms out, his own voice strained. “You’re tearing each other apart over nothing! Cool the hell down!”
“Yeah, you’re both wiped out. Just… step back for a minute,” Minho added, his usual chill demeanor cracking as he looked between them, worry etched on his face.
Hyunjin jumped in, his tone sharp and desperate. “You’re gonna tank everything we’ve worked for over a freaking dance move! Knock it off, both of you, before you say something you can’t take back!”
Seungmin’s quieter voice cut through next, almost pleading. “Please. We’ve got the fan meet in a few hours. Don’t do this now. Just… cool off.”
Felix spun away first, storming to the far corner of the room, grabbing his water bottle with jerky, pissed-off movements. His hands were still shaking, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. Chan stood rooted for a long moment, staring at Felix’s back with a face full of regret and frustration, before dragging a hand over his face and dropping to the floor, head in his hands. The air was suffocating, heavy with the aftermath of their blowout. It started over something so damn small—a missed step—but with the relentless grind of their schedules, the suffocating pressure to be flawless, and all the unspoken crap they’d been bottling up, it had exploded into a raging mess that left them both raw and hollow.
At the fan meet that evening, the chasm between Felix and Chan was glaring, even if they tried to plaster on fake smiles for the crowd. The venue was buzzing, fans screaming their names, waving lightsticks, and clutching handmade signs with love scrawled all over them. On stage, the group pulled off their performance without a hitch, laughing with fans and playing up their charm, but Felix and Chan kept miles apart. They didn’t stand near each other during the Q&A, didn’t trade their usual goofy banter, didn’t even glance at each other unless they had to. When they weren’t chatting with fans, Felix’s eyes would slide to Chan, catching the way his smile dropped for just a split second when he thought no one was looking—his face tired, haunted. Chan did the same, sneaking looks at Felix when he could, his expression a tangled mess of irritation, regret, and a deep, aching sadness before he’d rip his gaze away.
Backstage during a break, squeezed into a tiny room with water bottles and sweaty towels everywhere, the other members couldn’t let it slide anymore. Minho broke the silence, his voice blunt and fed up.
“Alright, what the actual hell is going on with you two?” he demanded, eyeing Felix and Chan, who were parked on opposite ends of the room like they couldn’t stand being close. Felix was glued to his phone, pretending to be busy, while Chan stared at the ground like it held all the answers.
“Yeah, you’re acting like you can’t even be in the same damn space,” Hyunjin added, his brows knitted tight, worry all over him. “It’s throwing everything off. Fans are gonna notice this crap.”
“It’s nothing,” Felix muttered, not lifting his eyes from his screen, his tone flat and cold.
“It ain’t nothing,” Seungmin pushed back, quiet but firm, not letting it drop. “You guys are never like this. Just talk, damn it. Fix it.”
Chan let out a rough sigh, scrubbing the back of his neck. “We’re fine. Just stressed as hell. Drop it, okay?”
But they weren’t fine, and every single person in that room knew it. Jeongin, who usually stayed out of drama, spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper but heavy. “You don’t gotta front with us. We’re family. If something’s eating at you, we’re here. You know that.”
Felix’s gaze flicked to Chan for a fleeting second, their eyes locking in a moment so charged with unspoken pain and longing it hurt to see. But they both looked away fast, still trapped behind walls of pride, hurt, and sheer exhaustion.
Days dragged on, and the cold war between them didn’t budge. At another fan meet, they kept up the act—smiling for pics, signing stuff, cracking jokes for the crowd—but it was all stiff, forced. Felix would linger near Chan during group photos, their shoulders brushing by accident, and he’d flinch back like he’d been burned, his chest tightening. Chan’s eyes would follow Felix when he thought no one saw, his face a storm of conflict—pissed, sorry, lost—before he’d turn away, jaw tight. The distance between them wasn’t just physical; it was this gaping, painful void that neither knew how to cross.
Backstage again, the rest of the guys kept trying to break through. “They’re both being dumb as hell,” Jisung grumbled to Changbin, watching Felix and Chan stand on opposite sides of the room like strangers. “This ain’t even about that stupid dance move anymore. They’re just too damn stubborn to admit they need each other.”
“We should just lock ‘em in a room ‘til they sort their crap out,” Changbin half-joked, but his eyes were dead serious, frustration rolling off him. “They look miserable. It’s killing me to see ‘em like this.”
Minho overheard, shaking his head with a sigh. “Give ‘em a bit more time. They’ll figure it out. They’ve gotta. They always do.”
But it didn’t feel like they would. Not this time. The hurt ran deeper, the silence louder, the ache heavier. Every day without talking made it worse, like a wound festering under the surface. Late-night practices were torture—Felix catching Chan’s reflection in the mirror, missing the way they used to laugh through mistakes together. Chan watching Felix from across the room, hating himself for every sharp word he’d thrown, but too buried in guilt and stress to make the first move. The loneliness stung more than the fight itself, a constant reminder of what they’d lost in each other.
It wasn’t until late one night at the dorm, way past midnight, that the walls finally started to crack. The place was dead quiet, everyone else either crashed out or holed up in their rooms. Felix was curled up on the living room couch, a blanket draped over his shoulders, staring at the black TV screen like it might fix everything. His eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down his face, and he didn’t even bother wiping them away. He didn’t know why he was falling apart so hard—maybe the fight, maybe the endless pressure, maybe just the soul-crushing emptiness of not having Chan to talk to. It all hit at once, and he couldn’t stop it, sobs shaking his shoulders as he buried his face in his hands.
The soft creak of a door opening made him freeze, and he swiped at his face fast, praying whoever it was would just go back to bed. But then he heard that voice, low, rough, and so damn familiar it hurt.
“Felix? Hey… you okay?”
Chan stood in the doorway, in an old hoodie and ratty sweatpants, his hair a mess from trying to sleep and failing. His eyes went wide when he saw Felix’s tear-streaked face, and without a second thought, he crossed the room in quick, urgent steps, dropping onto the couch right next to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Look at me,” Chan’s voice was thick, heavy with worry, his hand hovering near Felix’s shoulder like he was scared to touch him, scared he’d be pushed away. “Please, talk to me. I can’t—I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
Felix shook his head, choking on another sob as he tried to pull himself together. “It’s so stupid. I don’t even know why I’m such a mess. I just… I miss you, okay? I miss you so damn much. I hate this. I hate fighting over dumb crap. I hate that I can’t just talk to you like before. It’s killing me, Chan.”
Chan’s face shattered, guilt and relief and a hundred other things crashing over him. His own eyes looked suspiciously shiny as he dragged a hand through his hair, voice breaking. “I miss you too. I’ve missed you every damn second. I’ve been a complete idiot. I didn’t mean any of that garbage I said. I was so tired, so stressed, and I took it all out on you. I’m so sorry, Lix. I’m so freaking sorry.”
Felix looked at him, tears still clinging to his lashes, but his expression softened, the sharp edges of his hurt dulling just a little. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have come at you like that. I was pissed and worn out, but I didn’t mean to rip into you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like crap. I just… I didn’t know how to stop it.”
They sat there for a long moment, the silence between them not heavy anymore, but fragile, like it could still break if they weren’t careful. Then Chan reached out, hesitant at first, before pulling Felix into a tight, desperate hug. Felix didn’t fight it; he sank into it, burying his face in Chan’s shoulder, letting the last of his tears soak into the fabric as he clung to him like a lifeline.
“I’ve got you,” Chan murmured, his voice low and rough, one hand rubbing slow, steady circles on Felix’s back. “We’re okay now. I swear, I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.”
Felix let out a shaky, wet laugh, pulling back just enough to look at Chan, his eyes still glassy but warmer. “We’re such a freaking disaster, huh?”
“Yeah, we are,” Chan managed a small, broken grin, his dimples barely showing for the first time in what felt like forever. “But we’re our disaster. And I wouldn’t trade it—wouldn’t trade you—for anything in the world.”
They didn’t move far after that, staying tangled up on the couch, talking in soft, halting bits about everything and nothing. They hashed out the fight, the stress, the way they’d both been drowning under the weight of it all without saying a word. The pain of the past week, the loneliness, the longing—it all bled out, slow and messy, until there was nothing left but the quiet warmth of being next to each other again. Felix told Chan how lost he’d felt, how every day without their stupid inside jokes or late-night talks had carved out a piece of him. Chan admitted he’d been scared—scared he’d pushed Felix too far, scared he’d broken something they couldn’t fix. They laid it all bare, voices cracking, hands brushing against each other like they needed the reminder they were real.
As the first pale light of dawn crept through the window, Felix rested his head on Chan’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, grounding him. “Promise we won’t let dumb fights screw us up like this again?” he mumbled, half-asleep, his words slurring with exhaustion.
“Promise,” Chan whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Felix’s forehead. “You’re stuck with me, Lix. I ain’t letting you go. Not for anything. We’ll mess up, sure, but we’ll fix it. Always.”
And with that, they drifted off together, wrapped up in each other, the ache of the past days fading into something softer, something healing. The world outside could wait—the schedules, the pressure, the chaos.
This is a group chat thread inspired by my story “Claimed by eight” Read that first if you haven’t! These are the boy’s messages after each encounter with you during their little game!
Hyunjin’s Update
Hyunjin: Yo, guys, just had the craziest moment with her in the hallway. Snuck away from the studio chaos and found her chilling there, looking all relaxed and cute. I couldn’t resist.
Hyunjin: Started with some teasing, y’know, playing it cool. Got her all flustered just by getting close. That nervous little laugh of hers? Man, it’s addicting. Told her she’s dangerously interesting, and she was hooked.
Hyunjin: Things heated up fast. Had her against the wall, barely any space between us. Kissed her slow at first, just to test the waters, and damn, she melted into it. Kept whispering how much I wanted her, and she was right there with me.
Hyunjin: Took it further, got my hands on her. Slipped under her shirt, then lower. She was shaking, gripping my shoulders, saying my name in this breathy way that’s still stuck in my head. Worked her up till she couldn’t hold back, came undone right there in my arms.
Hyunjin: Made sure she was good after, all soft and sweet. Told her I’m nowhere near done with her. She laughed, called me trouble, but she’s into it. Promised her next time we’re going even further. Got her buzzing, no doubt.
Hyunjin: I’m done for now, just brought her back to the studio before anyone noticed. She’s still got that dazed look in her eyes. So, who’s next? I wanna see who can top that hallway heat. Chan, you up?
Hyunjin: Oh, and heads up, that hallway’s got some serious vibes now. Might be our new spot. Keep the teasing going, boys, she’s loving every second of this game.
Bang Chan: Yo, Hyunjin, damn, you went hard in that hallway! I’m impressed, man. Alright, since I’m up next, I’m taking this as a challenge. I’ve got some ideas to crank up the heat even more. Just caught her in the break room a few minutes ago, still looking all flustered from you. I leaned in close, told her I heard every detail and I’m not about to let her cool down. She blushed so hard, couldn’t even look me in the eye. I’m planning to take her somewhere quiet tonight after practice, maybe the empty recording booth. Gonna start with some slow touches, whisper in her ear how she’s driving me insane, and get her trembling before I even kiss her. Bet I can make her forget that hallway moment altogether. Watch me, boys.
Lee Know: Hyunjin, you’re wild for that. Hallway, huh? That’s bold. I’m not surprised she melted for you, but now I’m itching to show her what I can do. Chan, you better set the bar high ‘cause I’m after you. I’m already thinking about catching her off guard near the dance studio mirrors. Imagine her watching us while I press up behind her, hands on her hips, telling her how good she looks all worked up. I’ll make sure she’s begging before I’m done. Hyunjin, that spot’s about to get some competition for “best vibes.”
Changbin: Bro, Hyunjin, you’re out here making hallways legendary! That’s some serious game. Chan, I’m hyped to see what you pull off tonight. I’m throwing my hat in after Lee Know. I’ve got raw energy waiting for her. Thinking I’ll pull her aside during a late gym sesh, get her against the equipment, all sweaty and close. I’ll growl in her ear how much I’ve been thinking about her, get my hands working her up till she’s gasping my name. I’m not holding back—gonna make her feel every damn second. Hyunjin, you started a fire; I’m about to make it an inferno.
Han: Damn, Hyunjin, you’ve got me sweating just reading this! That hallway story is straight-up insane. Chan, go get her, man, I know you’ve got the charm to mess her up even more. I’m lining up after Changbin, and I’m already plotting. I’m thinking something sneaky, like getting her alone in the lyric room. I’ll play it shy at first, tell her I wrote something dirty just for her, then get close and read it low in her ear. Hands all over, feeling her shake while I tease her slow. I want her whining for more before I even kiss her proper. Y’all are raising the stakes, and I’m here for it.
Felix: Hyunjin, mate, you’ve got me shook with that hallway move. Absolute legend. Chan, I’m rooting for you to wreck her tonight—show us how it’s done. I’m jumping in after Han, and I’m bringing some sweet chaos. I’m thinking I’ll steal her away during a late-night snack run in the dorm kitchen. Low lights, just us, I’ll pin her against the counter, voice all deep telling her she’s been on my mind too much. Gonna kiss her neck first, hands roaming slow till she’s squirming. I want her whispering my name like a secret. Hyunjin, that hallway’s gonna have nothing on my kitchen plans.
Seungmin: Hyunjin, you’re something else. Didn’t think a hallway could sound so hot till now. Chan, looking forward to your play, man—don’t hold back. I’m stepping up after Felix, and I’m keeping it sly. I’ll catch her during a quiet moment, maybe in the lounge area when no one’s around. Start with innocent chat, then lean in, tell her I can’t stop picturing what you described. I’ll get her backed into a corner, hands light but teasing under her clothes, making her gasp while I keep my cool. Gonna drag it out till she’s desperate. Boys, I’m playing the long game on this one.
Jeongin: Hyung, Hyunjin, that’s insane! I’m blushing over here reading about the hallway. You’ve set a crazy standard. Chan-hyung, I know you’re gonna kill it tonight, can’t wait to hear. I’m last in line, I guess, but I’m not backing down. I’m thinking I’ll get her during a chill moment, maybe late after everyone’s crashed, sneak into her space. I’ll start all shy, telling her I’ve been nervous but can’t help wanting her. Then I’ll switch it up, pin her down gentle, kiss her deep, hands exploring till she’s all shaky. I wanna hear her say my name like she can’t think straight. Hyungs, I’m learning from y’all, but I’m gonna make my own mark.
Bang Chan: Yo, everyone’s hyped, I love this energy! Hyunjin, thanks for the setup, man. I’m locked in for tonight, gonna make sure she’s a mess by the time I’m done. Let’s keep this game rolling, boys. I’ll update y’all after I’ve had my turn. Stay tuned for the details. Who’s got the best spot next? That hallway’s already iconic.
Bangchan’s Update
Bang Chan: Yo, boys, I’m back with the report. Just had my turn with her, and damn, I’m still reeling. Caught her right after she came back from Hyunjin’s hallway moment, all flustered and trying to play it cool. Took her to a quiet corner near the studio, away from everyone. Started slow, just talking, telling her I’ve been watching her, that she’s got this pull I can’t ignore. She got all shy, blushing hard, but I could tell she was into it.
Bang Chan: Things escalated quick. Got her against the wall, hands on her hips, kissing her slow at first. Man, her lips are soft, and the way she melted into me? Unreal. Told her I’ve been thinking about her all day, kept her close, hands under her shirt, feeling her skin heat up under my touch. She was trembling, gripping my shoulders, letting out these little gasps that drove me nuts.
Bang Chan: Took it further—pulled her leg up around my waist, pressed myself against her, grinding slow through our clothes. The friction was insane, had her moaning my name so quiet but so desperate. Kept teasing her, asking if it felt good, making her admit it. She was a mess, all shaky and holding onto me like she couldn’t let go. Didn’t push too far since we were still near the studio, but I made sure she felt every second of it. Told her we’re picking this up later, somewhere private, where I can really take my time.
Bang Chan: She’s still buzzing, I can tell. Left her with a kiss and a promise for more. Hyunjin, your hallway set a high bar, but I think I’ve got her hooked now. So, who’s stepping up next? Jeongin, you ready to keep this energy going? Let’s see who can make her lose it even more. Spill the details when you’re done, boys.
Lee Know: Damn, Chan, you really went for it! That corner near the studio? Bold move, hyung. I’m loving how she’s reacting to all this. Can’t wait for my turn to come around. Jeongin, bring the heat next. I’m hyped to hear what happens. Keep the stakes high, boys.
Changbin: Yo, Chan-hyung, that’s some serious heat! Grinding against her like that? She must’ve been losing her mind. I’m itching for my chance soon. Jeongin, you’re up, man. Show us what you’ve got. Chan, you’ve got me fired up. Let’s keep her on edge.
Hyunjin: Chan, bro, you killed it! I knew she’d be a mess after me, but damn, you took it to another level with that wall move. I’m loving how she’s getting more hooked with every one of us. Jeongin, can’t wait to see your play. Chan, bet she’s still thinking about that grind. I’m proud, man. Keep pushing her limits, guys, she’s eating this up.
Han: Holy crap, Chan-hyung, that’s hot as hell! Her moaning your name? I’m dying over here. I’m so ready for when my turn rolls around. Jeongin, you’ve got this next, man. Bring your own chaos. Chan, you’ve set the bar crazy high. I need details!
Felix: Chan, mate, you’ve got me shook! That slow grind against her, making her gasp like that? Insane. I’m locked in for later down the line. Jeongin, show us how it’s done next. You’ve got her primed, Chan. I’m counting on y’all to keep her spinning.
Seungmin: Chan-hyung, that’s wild. You’ve got her all worked up, and I’m loving the play-by-play. I’m waiting for my moment to step in. Jeongin, it’s on you now. Your move with the wall and grind was genius, Chan. Let’s keep this rolling with some serious tension.
Jeongin: Chan-hyung, wow, I’m blushing just reading this! You really made her feel it, huh? I’m nervous but so ready to go next. I’ve got some ideas, and I’m gonna give it my all. I’m learning so much from y’all. Chan-hyung, you’ve got me hyped. I’ll report back with everything, guys!
Jeongin’s Update
Jeongin: Hey guys, it’s my turn to update, and damn, I’m still kinda buzzing from what just went down. I caught her in the hallway just now, right after she’d been with Chan-hyung. She was still all flustered, cheeks pink, trying to act like everything’s normal, but I could see it in her eyes—she’s feeling this hard. I wasn’t gonna let that moment slip. Played it cool at first, teased her about wandering off, got her laughing nervously. Then I closed the distance, got her backed against the wall, just inches between us.
Jeongin: Started with light touches, brushing her hand, then her cheek, telling her I’ve been noticing her energy, how it’s got me hooked. She bit her lip, all shy, but her eyes were locked on me. I leaned in, gave her a soft kiss at first, just testing the waters. Man, her lips are addicting—tasted sweet, like she’s trouble in the best way. She leaned into it, so I kept going, deeper kisses, hands on her waist pulling her close. Told her she’s irresistible, and the way she shivered? Got me losing it.
Jeongin: Things heated up quick. Pinned her against the wall a bit firmer, got my hips pressing into hers, slow grinds just to feel her react. She gasped, hands gripping my shoulders, and I could feel her trembling under me. Slipped my hands under her shirt, just touching her skin, thumbs teasing her hips. Asked her if she could feel how much I wanted her, and she just nodded, all breathless, whispering “yeah.” Hearing that? Drove me insane. Kept the rhythm going, dragging it out, making her moan soft and desperate.
Jeongin: Didn’t take it too far since we were still in the hallway, but I made sure she felt every damn second. Told her I wanna show her more later, somewhere private, where I can really take my time with her. Left her with one last slow kiss, promised I’m not done yet. She was still shaky when we headed back, holding my hand like she didn’t wanna let go. Guys, I think she’s feeling this from all of us, and I’m so into it. Felix, you’re up next, man. Let’s see how you raise the stakes. I’m dying to hear what’s next.
Bang Chan: Yo, Jeongin, that’s my boy! You went hard in that hallway, damn. Loving how you teased her and got her all shaky. She’s definitely feeling the pull from all of us now. Felix, can’t wait to see your move. Jeongin, proud of you for stepping up like that. Keep this fire going, boys.
Changbin: Jeongin, bro, you killed it! That slow grind and hands under her shirt? She must’ve been melting. I’m hyped just reading this. Felix, bring your heat next. Jeongin, you’ve got her hooked for sure. I’m itching for my turn to blow this up even more.
Hyunjin: Jeongin, damn, you’ve got game! That hallway’s becoming our spot, huh? Loved how you made her tremble with just some touches and grinds. Felix, let’s see what you’ve got planned. Jeongin, you’ve added fuel to this fire, and I’m here for it. She’s gotta be spinning by now.
Han: Yo, Jeongin, that’s hot as hell! Her moaning and gripping you like that? I’m losing it over here. Felix, you’re up, man, make it count. Jeongin, you’ve got me all hyped up. Can’t wait to get my chance. Let’s keep pushing her limits, boys.
Felix: Jeongin, mate, you’ve smashed it! That hallway moment sounds unreal, and the way you teased her with those grinds? I’m shook. I’m so ready to jump in next. Got my kitchen plan locked and loaded. I’ll make sure she’s whispering my name by the end. Thanks for the setup, Jeongin. I’ll report back with every detail, guys.
Seungmin: Jeongin, that’s insane. You played it smooth but intense, got her all worked up. Loving the way she’s reacting to each of us. Felix, can’t wait to hear about your turn. Jeongin, great move with the slow teasing. Let’s keep this tension building. She’s not gonna know what hit her.
Lee Know: Jeongin, you little savage! That hallway grind and those soft moans? Damn, you’ve got her wrapped around your finger. Felix, bring your chaos next. I’m loving how we’re all getting to her. Jeongin, you’ve set a strong play. Can’t wait for my shot to make her beg. Keep it rolling, boys.
Felix’s Update
Felix: Alright, boys, buckle up ‘cause I’ve got a hell of an update. Took her home tonight after we left the studio. Walked her through the streets, kept it light at first, just brushing against her, teasing with little touches. Got her all shy and smiling. Told her she’s been captivating, hard to ignore, and she got all flustered. Couldn’t resist—kissed her right there on the street, slow and soft, and damn, her lips are something else. She kissed back, hands on my arms, all into it.
Felix: Asked if I could come up when we got to her place. She said yeah, so we went inside. Her apartment’s small, cozy, felt real personal being there. Started with some banter, got close, asked if I could make things lively. Ended up on her couch, kissing deep, hands roaming. Moved to her neck, nipping at her skin, got her gasping my name. Slid my hand under her shirt, teased her waist, then lower. Asked if I could go further, she said please, so I touched her—fingers right where she needed me.
Felix: Man, she was so responsive, trembling under me, making these soft moans that had me losing it. Worked her slow, teased her clit, got her all wet and desperate. Kept going till she came, bucking against my hand, crying out. Tasted her on my fingers after, told her she’s incredible. Had to force myself to leave before I stayed all night. Left her flushed and shaky on that couch. Han, you’re up next, mate. Heard you’re already on your way to her place. Can’t wait to see how you top this. Let’s keep her spinning, boys.
Bang Chan: Felix, damn, you went all in! That couch action sounds unreal, getting her to come like that? I’m impressed. Loved how you built it up slow, made her desperate. Han, you’ve got a high bar now. Let’s see what you’ve got. Felix, killer move, man. Keeping her on edge like this is perfect. Can’t wait for the next update.
Lee Know: Yo, Felix, you’re a menace! Fingers and all, getting her off on her own couch? That’s next level. The way you teased her, got her moaning your name—damn. Han, you better bring some chaos to her place tonight. Felix, you’ve set a wild tone. I’m itching to jump in soon. Keep this fire burning, boys.
Changbin: Felix, bro, that’s insane! Touching her like that, making her come apart on her couch? I’m hyped just reading this. You’ve got her all worked up now. Han, let’s see you push it even further. Felix, that slow tease was perfect. I’m counting down to my turn. Let’s keep her hooked, guys.
Hyunjin: Felix, holy hell, you’ve got some moves! Kissing on the street, then getting her off at her place? That’s bold as hell. Loved how you describe her reactions—got her crying out. Han, you’re on your way to her now, right? Make it count. Felix, you’ve got us all fired up. Can’t wait to see what’s next.
Han: Yo, Felix, that’s crazy hot! Hearing about her moaning and coming for you has me losing it. I’m already on my way to her apartment now, got my head spinning with ideas. Thanks for the setup, man. I’m gonna make sure she’s still buzzing when I get there. I’ll update you all soon with every detail. Let’s keep this rolling, boys.
Seungmin: Felix, damn, you played that perfectly. Teasing her on the street, then taking it to her couch and making her come? That’s smooth and intense. Loved how you described her trembling. Han, can’t wait to hear what goes down at her place. Felix, you’ve raised the stakes. Let’s keep pushing her limits. I’m ready for my shot soon.
Jeongin: Felix, bro, that’s wild! Kissing her on the street, then getting her off like that in her own space? I’m shook. The way she reacted to you, all gasping and desperate—damn. Han, you’ve got her primed now. Go kill it at her place. Felix, you’ve got me hyped. Let’s keep this energy up. Can’t wait for more.
Han’s Update
Han: Yo, guys, I’ve got an update that’s gonna blow your minds. I showed up at her place right after Felix left—yeah, I tracked his GPS, don’t judge. Got there, knocked on her door, and the look on her face when she saw me? Priceless. Played it casual, told her I was curious about where she lives, teased her a bit about Felix having all the fun. She was flustered as hell, cheeks all pink, but she let me in anyway.
Han: Started off slow, bantered a bit, told her I’ve been thinking about getting her alone. Got close, kissed her in the entryway—soft at first, just to test the waters. She melted right into it, hands on my chest. Told her she’s worth it, kept teasing with little touches, kissed her neck, got her shivering. Then I figured, why not make it unforgettable? Dropped to my knees right there in her living room, tugged her pants down just enough, asked if she was cool with it. She said please, so I went in.
Han: Tongue on her, slow at first, teasing her clit till she was gripping my hair, gasping my name. Tasted so damn good, couldn’t stop. Worked her up, sucked just right, had her moaning loud, hips bucking against me. Told her to let go, and she did—came hard, legs shaking, whole body trembling. Drew it out till she couldn’t take more, then kissed her after, let her taste herself. Left her breathless on that couch. Had to force myself to leave before I went further. Changbin, you’re up, man. Heard you’re picking her up for work tomorrow morning. Make it count, bro. Let’s keep her on this high.
Bang Chan: Han, damn, you’re a savage! Showing up right after Felix and going down on her like that? That’s bold as hell. She must’ve been reeling from back-to-back. Loving how you got her moaning your name. Changbin, you’ve got her all primed now. Take that morning ride and make it electric. Han, mad props, man. We’re keeping her hooked for sure.
Lee Know: Yo, Han, you’re wild! Tracking Felix and then eating her out in her living room? That’s next level crazy. Got her coming hard right after Felix left—damn, she didn’t stand a chance. Changbin, morning pickup is your shot. Make that car ride steam. Han, you’ve got us hyped. I’m ready to jump back in soon. Let’s keep this fire going.
Changbin: Han, bro, that’s insane! Dropping to your knees and making her come like that right after Felix? I’m shook! She’s gotta be spinning right now. I’m picking her up for work in the morning, and I’m already planning how to keep this energy up. Gonna make that car ride unforgettable. Han, killer move. I’m hyped for my turn. Let’s keep pushing, guys.
Hyunjin: Han, holy hell, you just went for it! Showing up unannounced and getting her off with your tongue? That’s some serious game. Loved how you described her trembling and moaning. Changbin, morning pickup is gonna be your stage. Make her blush in that car. Han, you’ve got us all fired up. Can’t wait to see what’s next in this ride.
Felix: Han, dude, you’re unreal! Right after I left, you swooped in and made her come like that? I’m impressed as hell. Tongue game on point, getting her shaking. Changbin, she’s gonna be still buzzing when you pick her up tomorrow. Make that morning drive hot. Han, respect for following up so strong. Let’s keep her guessing what’s next.
Seungmin: Han, damn, you played that like a pro! Tracking Felix and going down on her right after in her own place? That’s smooth and intense. Loved how she reacted, all gasps and moans for you. Changbin, can’t wait to hear what goes down on that morning ride. Han, you’ve raised the bar again. Let’s keep driving her wild. I’m itching for my turn.
Jeongin: Han, bro, that’s nuts! Showing up outta nowhere and eating her out till she came hard? I’m floored. The way she was trembling for you—damn. Changbin, you’ve got her fresh off this high for the morning pickup. Make that car ride sizzle. Han, you’ve got me hyped as hell. Let’s keep this momentum rolling. Can’t wait for more updates.
Changbin’s Update
Changbin: Alright, boys, buckle up for this one. Picked her up for work this morning like I said I would. Showed up at her place, caught her half-asleep, looking cute as hell. Played it smooth, told her I’d save her the walk, got her in the car no problem. Started with casual vibes, music on low, just chatting and teasing. Brushed her hand, kissed her cheek, kept it light at first to build the tension. She was already blushing, couldn’t hide it.
Changbin: Then I pushed it a bit. Told her we had some time before the studio, suggested making the ride memorable. Laid it out there, said she could take the lead since I’m driving. She hesitated for a sec, but then she was game. Leaned over, got my jeans open, and holy shit, went down on me right there in the car while I’m navigating morning traffic. Started slow, teasing with her tongue, then took me deep. Felt so fucking good, had me gripping the wheel just to keep us straight. Told her not to stop, and she didn’t—worked me till I came, swallowed it all like a champ. Almost lost it keeping us on the road.
Changbin: Parked at the studio, both of us laughing, breathless as hell. Told her I owe her now, teased about paying her back with more than coffee. Walked her in, kept the teasing going—little touches, flirty looks. She’s still buzzing from it, I can tell. Seungmin, you’re up next, man. Heard you’re waiting for her inside the building. Make that encounter count. Let’s keep this energy rolling.
Bang Chan: Changbin, damn, bro! Getting head in the car while driving? That’s next-level ballsy! Loving how you built it up with the teasing and then went for it. She must’ve been riding that high walking into the studio. Seungmin, you’ve got her primed and ready. Hit her with something smooth inside. Changbin, mad respect for keeping the car on the road through that. We’re keeping her hooked for real.
Lee Know: Yo, Changbin, you’re a madman! Morning pickup turning into a blowjob on the way to work? That’s fucking wild. The way you described her going down on you mid-drive got me hyped. Seungmin, she’s gotta be still reeling from this. Make your moment inside the building electric. Changbin, you’ve set a high bar with this risky shit. I’m itching to jump back in soon.
Hyunjin: Changbin, holy shit, that’s insane! A car ride blowjob on the way to the studio? You’ve got guts, man. Loved how you teased her into it, got her taking the lead like that. Seungmin, she’s walking in with that post-rush glow. Make your move inside count. Changbin, you’ve got us all fired up with this one. Can’t wait to see how we top this energy.
Han: Bro, Changbin, that’s nuts! Morning drive turning into her sucking you off? I’m shook! She went from my place straight to that—damn, she’s on a roll. Loving how you pushed her to take control. Seungmin, you’re catching her right after this high. Make that building encounter hot. Changbin, killer move. I’m hyped to see what’s next. Let’s keep driving her crazy.
Felix: Changbin, dude, you’re unreal! Getting a blowjob while driving to work? That’s some serious game. The way you built the tension then handed her the reins—damn. Seungmin, she’s gotta be still buzzing when you see her inside. Make your moment count. Changbin, props for that wild ride. Let’s keep her on edge, can’t wait for more of this.
Seungmin: Changbin, damn, that’s bold as hell! Car ride turning into her going down on you mid-traffic? Impressive control, man. Loved how she took over after your tease. I’m waiting for her inside the building right now, and I’m ready to keep this heat going. Got some ideas to make our moment steamy. Changbin, you’ve set the stage perfectly. Let’s keep pushing her limits, boys.
Jeongin: Changbin, bro, that’s crazy! Getting head in the car on the way to the studio? I’m floored. The way she just went for it after your suggestion—damn. Seungmin, you’re up next inside, and she’s gotta be riding this wave. Make your encounter spicy. Changbin, you’ve got me hyped as hell with this risky move. Let’s keep the momentum going strong. Can’t wait for the next update.
Seungmin’s Update
Seungmin: Alright, guys, just had my turn and it was fucking intense. Caught her right after Changbin dropped her off, grabbed her wrist in the hallway before she could slip away. She was still flushed from the car ride, couldn’t hide it. Pulled her into a supply closet at the back of the studio for some privacy. Started slow, teased her with little touches, told her I needed her full attention. Kissed her, got her pressed against the wall, and damn, she was already so responsive.
Seungmin: Things heated up quick. Got my hand under her shirt, then down her pants, fingered her while she stroked me through my jeans. Told her to keep quiet, kissed her hard to muffle the sounds. She was so wet, trembling, couldn’t hold back. Worked her till she came on my fingers, and she got me off too, hand tight around me till I lost it. Had to stay silent, made it even hotter. We cleaned up fast, slipped out like nothing happened. She’s still buzzing, I can see it across the room. Lee Know, you’re the last one before we all hit her together. Make your moment count, man. Let’s build this up to something crazy.
Bang Chan: Seungmin, fuck, that’s wild! Snagging her right after Changbin and taking her into a closet? That’s some stealthy shit. Loving how you got her off with your fingers while keeping it quiet. Lee Know, she’s gotta be on fire now. Make your turn unforgettable before we all jump in together. Seungmin, props for the risky play. We’re building this up perfectly for the big surprise.
Lee Know: Yo, Seungmin, that’s hot as hell! A supply closet quickie right in the studio? Damn, you’ve got balls. Getting her to come while muffling her sounds—fuck, that’s intense. I’m up next, and I’m ready to take it to another level before we all gang up. Gonna make my moment hit hard. Seungmin, you’ve set the stage just right. Can’t wait to finish this buildup and then wreck her together.
Changbin: Seungmin, bro, that’s insane! Right after my car ride, you pulled her into a closet and got her off like that? Respect, man. The way you described her trembling on your fingers got me hyped. Lee Know, you’ve got her primed and ready. Make your turn explosive before we all take her together. Seungmin, killer move. Let’s keep this heat rolling straight into the finale.
Hyunjin: Seungmin, damn, you’re a menace! Dragging her into a closet and fingering her right after Changbin’s ride? That’s raw as fuck. Loved how you kept her quiet with those kisses while getting her off. Lee Know, she’s gotta be losing it by now. Hit her with something big before we all join in. Seungmin, you’ve got us pumped for what’s coming. Can’t wait to see this build to the group thing.
Han: Bro, Seungmin, that’s filthy! Supply closet action right in the studio after my visit and Changbin’s ride? She’s gotta be reeling. Getting each other off while staying silent—damn, that’s hot. Lee Know, you’re the last solo before we all jump her. Make it count, man. Seungmin, you’ve got me hyped as hell. Let’s keep pushing her limits until we’re all on her together.
Felix: Seungmin, dude, that’s crazy! Pulling her into a closet right after Changbin and working her like that? Fucking bold. The way you got her trembling and kept her quiet—shit, that’s intense. Lee Know, she’s on the edge now. Make your moment hit hard before we group up. Seungmin, mad props for that stealthy play. Let’s keep this energy going straight into the big surprise.
Jeongin: Seungmin, bro, that’s nuts! Closet hookup in the middle of the studio after everything? I’m shook. Fingering her till she came while keeping it hushed—damn. Lee Know, you’re up last before we all take her together. Make your turn fucking epic. Seungmin, you’ve got me hyped beyond belief. Can’t wait for us to all jump in and blow her mind with the finale.
Lee Know’s Update
Lee Know: Boys, it’s done. I’m the last solo, and I just took it to the max. Caught her in the empty studio, teased her with some flirty talk, got her all flustered. Told her I had a surprise coming, but first, I wanted a private show. Got her to strip for me, slow and sexy, right there in the middle of the room. Watched her take off every piece—jacket, shirt, pants, bra, panties—until she was bare. Damn, she’s fucking stunning. Told her to sit on the couch, spread her legs, and touch herself while I jerked off watching. She did it, fingers working herself until she came with a cry, pushed me over the edge too. We just finished, and she’s getting dressed now, still shaky and flushed. Here’s the plan—everyone get your asses to the studio RIGHT NOW. She’s still half-undressed, perfect timing. Let’s surprise her and take her together. Hurry the fuck up, don’t miss this.
Bang Chan: Fuck, Lee Know, that’s insane! Watching her strip and get off right in the studio? You’ve got me hard just reading this. I’m on my way now, gonna be there in five. She’s not ready for all of us at once, but damn, she’s gonna love it. Let’s wreck her together. Good call on the timing, bro. I’m hyped as hell.
Changbin: Lee Know, you fucking legend! Stripping her down and getting a show like that in the studio? Shit, that’s hot. I’m sprinting over now, ain’t missing this for the world. She’s still half-naked? Perfect. We’re gonna blow her mind when we all roll in. Let’s make this group thing unforgettable. See you in a sec, man.
Hyunjin: Damn, Lee Know, you’re a savage! Making her strip and touch herself while you watched? I’m losing it over here. I’m heading to the studio now, gonna be there quick. She’s still getting dressed? Hell yeah, we’re catching her at the best moment. Can’t wait to jump in with everyone and take her apart. Let’s do this, boys.
Han: Bro, Lee Know, that’s unreal! A full strip show and mutual play in the studio? My head’s spinning. I’m rushing over right now, no way I’m missing this surprise. She’s still undressed? Fucking perfect. We’re gonna overwhelm her in the best way when we all show up. Let’s fuck her senseless together. On my way, hold the door.
Felix: Lee Know, holy shit, you’re killing me! Getting her to strip bare and get off for you in the open studio? I’m rock hard thinking about it. I’m heading over fast, gonna be there soon. She’s still half-dressed? We’re gonna catch her off guard and make this epic. Can’t wait to join everyone and take her all at once. Let’s go, boys!
Seungmin: Lee Know, fuck, that’s next level! A strip show and watching her touch herself right after my closet move? Damn, you pushed it hard. I’m already nearby, sprinting to the studio now. She’s not even fully dressed yet? Perfect setup for us to storm in. Ready to team up and fuck her together. Let’s make this a mind-blowing surprise. See you there.
Jeongin: Lee Know, bro, I’m shook! Making her strip and play with herself in the studio while you watched? That’s crazy hot. I’m running over now, gonna be there in no time. She’s still getting dressed? Hell yeah, we’re gonna shock her when we all walk in. Can’t wait to join the group and take her apart. Let’s fucking do this, guys! I’m on my way.
The Final Update
Bang Chan: Holy fuck, that was beyond unreal. She took every single one of us like a damn queen, handling everything after weeks of teasing and building her up. I’m still reeling from finally getting inside her.
Lee Know: Yeah, man, starting it off with her stripping for me in that empty studio set the whole damn tone. Watching her peel off every piece, getting bare just for me, and then fucking her first while she fell apart on me? I’ve never seen or felt anything hotter in my life.
Changbin: Shit, getting my turn, bending her over that couch arm, and pounding into her after all that flirty buildup we’ve been doing? I’m still fucking hard just thinking about how tight she was, dripping from you guys, taking me so deep.
Hyunjin: Having her ride me, those eyes locked on mine, her body moving just right after all those dirty whispers I’ve been dropping in her ear? Fuck, I’ll never get over how she felt gripping me, her moans driving me insane. I’m already craving her again.
Bang Chan: I’m still fucking shaking from going right after Minho, feeling her so damn tight around me. I’ve been teasing her for so damn long with those looks and touches, and fucking her slow and deep was worth every single second of waiting. I can still feel her trembling under me.
Han: Seeing her bent over, already dripping from you guys, and sliding in raw after messing with her head for weeks with dirty talk and sneaky brushes? I’m fucking obsessed now, man. The way she took every thrust, moaning for more, has me losing my mind.
Felix: Her mouth on me, taking me so fucking good after all those filthy whispers I’ve been sneaking in her ear? I can’t stop picturing my cum on her face, how she looked up at me with those eyes while I marked her. I’m ready to have her again right now.
Seungmin: Having her ride me, so damn close, feeling every move after dropping flirty hints and smirks for forever? Felt like a fucking dream when we came together, her shaking in my lap. I’m still high off how she looked at me, completely gone.
Jeongin: Going last, sliding into her after everyone else, seeing her marked and messy from us after all those sly looks and casual brushes I’ve been giving her? Fucking her slow, savoring every second, and finishing on her stomach was insane. Every inch of her was perfect, man.
Lee Know: We wrecked her in the absolute best way, no doubt. All that teasing—little touches, intense stares—paid off when she was moaning and writhing for us. I can still hear her gasps when I first pushed in, stretching her out.
Changbin: Hell yeah, every touch, every damn thrust after playing with her for weeks felt like a fucking victory. She’s ours, no question about it. I keep replaying how she arched back into me, begging without words for harder.
Hyunjin: I’m still buzzed from how she clenched around me during that ride, her nails digging into my shoulders. We gotta do this again soon—maybe next time I’ll take her against a wall, make her scream louder after more teasing.
Han: For real, I’m already planning how to tease her even worse next time. Fucking her after all that buildup was addictive, the way she shuddered when I hit deep. I wanna see how much more I can push her before she breaks again.
Felix: Same, bro, wiping my cum off her face and seeing her so spent, yet still looking at me like she wanted more? I’m ready for round two already. Next time, I wanna fuck her somewhere riskier, maybe backstage, keep that thrill going.
Seungmin: That closeness when she rode me, after all the subtle flirting and sneaky texts I’ve been sending her? I’m nowhere near done with her. I wanna take her slow again, drag it out even more, make her beg for it after teasing her ‘til she’s a mess.
Bang Chan: We’re all hooked now, no fucking turning back after fucking her like that. Let’s keep driving her crazy with little games and touches, build that tension until we take her together again. I’m already thinking about having her in the dorms, all of us crowding her at once.
Jeongin: Agreed, seeing her covered in us, body trembling after teasing her with those glances and “accidental” touches? I’m down for whatever comes next. Maybe next time I’ll fuck her in the practice room, mirrors all around so she can see how wrecked she gets.
Lee Know: Fuck, Jeongin, that mirror idea is gold. I’m picturing her watching herself get fucked by all of us, blushing like crazy while we tease her about it. I’m in for making her squirm even more next time before I take her again.
Changbin: Shit, yeah, let’s make her see every angle of how we own her. I wanna tease her ‘til she’s begging, then fuck her so hard she can’t stand after. I’m already itching to feel her again, man.
Hyunjin: Hell, let’s up the teasing game—more dirty comments, more sneaky grabs when she least expects it. I wanna see her face when we finally snap and fuck her in front of those mirrors, show her how much we’ve wanted her.
Han: I’m so fucking down for that. Let’s mess with her head even more, casual flirts turning into straight filth, then fuck her ‘til she’s screaming in that practice room. I can’t get enough of how she feels after all that buildup.
Felix: Count me in, boys. I wanna whisper the dirtiest shit to her all day, get her soaked before we even touch her, then fuck her somewhere we might get caught. That risk made it even hotter last time, seeing her try to stay quiet.
Seungmin: I’m game for dragging out the tension ‘til she’s desperate. More late-night texts, subtle winks, then fucking her somewhere public where she has to bite her lip to keep quiet. I wanna feel her shake like she did today.
Bang Chan: Fuck, you guys are getting me hyped already. Let’s plan this out—tease her for days, little touches and filthy promises, then take her somewhere new, all of us at once. I wanna fuck her ‘til she’s hoarse from moaning our names.
Jeongin: Let’s do it, man. Keep the teasing relentless—brush past her, smirk at her, make her ache for it—then fuck her somewhere she can’t hide how much she wants us. I’m still riding the high of finishing on her today, gotta have more soon.
Description: She thought she was choosing between them. She didn’t realize they had already chosen her. Stolen kisses turn into dangerous secrets, and every private moment is part of a plan. When the truth comes out, she’s left surrounded — claimed, teased, and wanted by all eight. Possessive tension. Jealous heat. Explicit scenes. And no escape from the game they started.
Pairing: Ot8 x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUTTTYYY SMUT SMUT
Word Count: 31.9k
The instant you stepped into the studio, a wave of vibrant energy crashed over you, pulling you into a world you hadn’t anticipated. The air buzzed with infectious laughter and a pulsing beat of music that seemed to resonate deep in your chest, making your heart race and your nerves tingle with excitement. You were a stranger in this space, unfamiliar with the faces around you, yet there was an undeniable weight to the way eyes lingered on you—curious, intrigued, maybe even a little hungry. It was as if the room itself had taken notice of your presence, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were about to leave a mark, whether you intended to or not.
The first to approach was Bang Chan, his tall frame cutting through the crowd with a casual confidence that demanded attention. A warm, disarming smile spread across his lips as he tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He leaned in just a fraction, as if sharing a secret with the entire room, yet his focus never wavered from you. “Hey, you must be new here,” he said, his voice smooth and laced with a playful edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m Chan. Didn’t expect to see someone like you walk in today.” His gaze flickered over you, a spark of something unreadable dancing in his eyes. “Stick around. I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna fit in just fine.” That teasing tone, paired with the way he lingered a moment longer than necessary, ignited a small thrill in you—one that had nothing to do with the music pounding through the speakers.
Across the room, Hyunjin moved like a shadow, his presence both subtle and commanding. His long, dark hair framed his face as he approached, his gaze sweeping over you with an artist’s precision, like he was studying every detail, every reaction. When your eyes finally met, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips—slow, deliberate, and just a little dangerous. “So, you’re the one everyone’s looking at,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth as he stepped closer. The faint brush of his shoulder against yours felt electric, intentional, sending a jolt through you. “I’m Hyunjin. Don’t get too comfortable just yet—I’m not done figuring you out.” His words carried a teasing challenge, and the way his smirk widened made your stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and playful unease. What was this game he was starting?
Nearby, Changbin watched the exchange with a quiet intensity, his muscular frame leaning casually against a wall. His sharp eyes pinned you in place, amusement glinting in them as he cocked his head slightly, as if sizing you up. That single glance felt like a dare, a silent question hanging in the air: *Think you can keep up with us?* When he finally pushed off the wall and approached, a slow smirk tugged at his lips. “Yo, I’m Changbin,” he said, voice deep and rough around the edges. “You’ve got a vibe, you know that? Don’t think I’ve seen someone walk in here and steal the room like this.” He paused, letting his gaze drop for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to match it.” There was a magnetic push-and-pull in his tone, and instinctively, you straightened your posture, feeling the challenge sink into your bones.
As you moved through the chaos of introductions, Felix’s presence stood out like a warm light in the storm. His soft, golden hair and freckled cheeks gave him an almost angelic air, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he flashed you a smile that made your chest flutter. He leaned in close—closer than necessary—his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Hey, I’m Felix. You doing okay with all this madness?” he asked, his tone gentle but teasing, like he knew exactly how overwhelming it all was. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you… unless you’d rather I didn’t.” The way he chuckled, low and soft, made the world around you shrink, as if the two of you were the only ones in the room for that fleeting moment.
Then there was Han, quieter but no less captivating. His sharp features and tousled hair gave him a boyish charm, but his eyes sparkled with a curiosity that felt almost predatory as they tracked your every move. He didn’t say much at first, just watched from the edge of the group, arms crossed and a faint smile playing on his lips. When he finally spoke, his voice was light but pointed. “I’m Han. You’ve got everyone’s attention, huh? Pretty impressive for someone who just showed up.” He tilted his head, studying you like he was keeping score. “Let’s see how much fun I can get out of you before the day’s over.” The playful threat in his words sent a ripple of excitement through you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble he had in mind.
Even Jeongin, the youngest of the bunch, carried a spark of mischief that caught you off guard. His boyish grin and sharp features gave him an innocent look at first glance, but the way he lingered near you, a half-smile tugging at his lips, told a different story. “Hey, I’m Jeongin,” he said, his voice casual but his eyes glinting with something cheeky. “You’re not getting away that easy, you know. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, so don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.” He laughed softly, the sound bright but tinged with a daring edge, and you got the distinct feeling he was testing the waters, eager to see just how far he could push.
Lee Know and Seungmin, though less overt, were just as magnetic in their own ways. Lee Know’s feline grace and piercing stare cut through the noise as he approached, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I’m Lee Know. You’ve got a spark, don’t you?” he mused aloud, circling you with a dancer’s fluidity. “Careful, though—I play rough when I’m intrigued.” His words were light, but the intensity in his gaze made your pulse quicken. Seungmin, on the other hand, kept things deceptively calm. “Seungmin,” he introduced himself simply, his voice even and polite, but there was a sharpness to his smile that hinted at a dry, cutting wit waiting to strike. “Don’t let these guys scare you off. Or maybe do—it’d be fun to watch.” His quiet humor caught you by surprise, and you found yourself laughing despite the subtle jab.
By the time you’d met all eight of them, it was clear you’d been pulled into their orbit, each member drawing you in with their own unique style and energy. Bang Chan’s protective yet teasing warmth, Hyunjin’s calculated charm, Changbin’s bold challenges, Felix’s disarming softness, Han’s curious mischief, Jeongin’s playful edge, Lee Know’s dangerous allure, and Seungmin’s sharp wit—all of it combined to create a whirlwind of attention that left you dizzy. Every glance carried a spark, every casual brush of a hand or playful nudge felt charged with unspoken intent, like a secret game you hadn’t even realized you’d been invited to play.
As the music pulsed on and laughter filled the air, you caught fleeting looks between them—small, knowing smirks and raised brows that suggested they were all in on something you couldn’t quite grasp. Chan’s hand lingered a moment too long on your shoulder as he passed by, murmuring, “Don’t wander off too far—I’ve got plans for you.” Hyunjin’s smirk deepened as he caught your eye across the room, mouthing, “Watch yourself.” Even Felix, with his innocent smile, winked as he handed you a bottle of water. “Gotta stay hydrated if you’re keeping up with us,” he teased.
And as the hours slipped by, you couldn’t shake the question burning in the back of your mind. Were they just being friendly, welcoming you into their chaotic world with open arms? Or was there something more simmering beneath the surface—something dangerous, thrilling, and impossible to ignore? Each interaction felt like a step closer to an edge you weren’t sure you were ready to cross… but damn if you didn’t want to find out.
——
You had slipped into the quiet hallway by accident, hoping to catch a breather from the chaos of the busy studio. The laughter, chatter, and thumping music from the main room faded into a distant hum behind you, leaving a calm hush in its wake. It was almost too calm, like the air itself held its breath, waiting for something to break the stillness. Your shoulders relaxed as you leaned against the cool wall, closing your eyes for just a moment, letting the tension of the day seep out of you.
A shadow appeared at the far end of the hallway, tall and impossibly graceful, moving with a quiet confidence that made your pulse quicken before you even saw who it was. “Well, well,” a familiar voice drawled, low and laced with a teasing edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “Looking for a little escape?”
Hyunjin leaned casually against the opposite wall, one foot crossed over the other, his dark eyes glinting with mischief under the dim lights. His smirk was just shy of dangerous, and the moment your gaze met his, you felt that electric jolt again—the same one that had been flickering between you all day, sparking without warning every time he brushed past you in the studio or caught your eye with that sly, knowing look.
“I… uh…” You hesitated, caught off guard by his sudden presence and the way his voice seemed to curl around you like a caress. “Yeah, I just needed some air.”
“Air, huh?” He pushed off the wall with a slow, deliberate movement, taking a step closer. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with playful curiosity as he studied you. “Funny, I think I saw you sneaking away earlier too. Seems like we both have a thing for… privacy.”
Your heart skipped a beat, the implication in his tone making your cheeks warm. “I guess… yeah. Privacy can be nice.”
He smiled, that teasing curve of his lips widening as he took another step forward. Now you could feel the heat radiating from him, the subtle scent of his cologne—something warm and woody—mingling with the tension in the air. “Nice, but boring,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I prefer… interesting.”
“You’re saying I’m interesting?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in an attempt to sound confident, even as your chest fluttered with nervous anticipation.
“Absolutely,” he murmured, closing the distance even more, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He was close enough now that you could feel the faint brush of his sleeve against your arm, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a physical touch. “In fact, I think you’re dangerously… interesting.”
Your stomach flipped at the way he said “dangerously,” the word rolling off his tongue like a promise. “Dangerous?” you echoed, half-laughing to mask the nerves, half-aware that the hallway suddenly felt smaller, like the walls themselves were pressing in around the two of you.
“Yes,” he whispered, his hand finding the small of your back in a light, teasing touch—not a push, just a subtle, protective brush that made your breath hitch. “Dangerous in the best way. Makes me wonder… how far you’d let someone go.”
You gulped, words catching in your throat as the heat of his fingers lingered through the fabric of your shirt. “I… I don’t know. Depends on who it is, I guess.”
“That’s fair,” he said, his tone softening, but the playful glint in his eyes never wavered. Then, with a sudden tilt of his head, he added, “But I’d like to find out. Don’t you think?”
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. You bit your lower lip, caught between the urge to bolt and the magnetic pull that kept you rooted to the spot. His fingers found yours, intertwining with a slow, deliberate warmth that sent a jolt through you. “And what would that entail?” you finally asked, a mix of curiosity and daring lacing your voice.
Hyunjin smirked, leaning in so close that your foreheads nearly touched, his breath warm against your skin. “Moments like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against yours—a fleeting touch at first, teasing, like a question rather than a statement. The contact was electric, sending a buzz through your entire body. “Getting to know you… really know you.”
You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through the closeness, the subtle press of his body just barely against yours. “And if I like it?” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
“Then we’ll have a problem,” he said with a wink, sliding a hand up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soft, possessive gesture. “A very, very fun problem.”
You laughed softly, breathless, and he mirrored it with a low, magnetic chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know,” he said, tilting his head again, “I could stay here like this all day. Just… feeling this. You and me. No one else, no distractions.”
You couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “And I’d… let you?”
He leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, this one lingering slightly longer, his nose brushing against yours playfully as he pulled back. “I think you already have,” he said, voice low, teasing, yet carrying an intimate weight. “And I don’t plan on letting you forget it anytime soon.”
You leaned into him, savoring the closeness, the teasing warmth, the way he held your hand in both of his, thumbs brushing lightly over your knuckles. “You’re… very confident, you know that?”
Hyunjin laughed again, the sound warm and pulling you in deeper. “Confident? Maybe. But I just know what I want,” he murmured, tilting his head closer, lips brushing yours in a featherlight, teasing way. “And right now… I want this. You.”
A shiver raced down your spine at the raw honesty in his words. “This… feels like trouble,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest.
“Good trouble,” he replied, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, then back to your lips, slow and deliberate, savoring each second as if time itself had stopped. “The kind you don’t run from… because you secretly don’t want to.”
The hallway seemed to shrink even further, the world outside fading completely as the space between you became charged with something heavier, something undeniable. His hands slid to your waist, firm but not demanding, pulling you just a fraction closer until your bodies pressed together, the heat of him seeping through your clothes. The cool wall at your back was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his chest against yours, the subtle friction of fabric between you only amplifying the tension.
“You feel that?” Hyunjin murmured against your lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. “That pull? That heat?”
You nodded, unable to form words, your breath hitching as his fingers tightened slightly on your hips. His lips found yours again, this time deeper, hungrier, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak. The kiss stretched on, each movement slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of you, the feel of you. His teeth grazed your lower lip, a teasing nip that sent a jolt straight through you, and you gasped softly into his mouth.
“Damn,” he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark and heavy with desire. “That sound… I could listen to that all day.” His thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing the spot he’d just bitten, and the simple touch made your pulse spike again. “Tell me, do you want more? Or should I stop here?”
Your heart raced, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. You swallowed hard, the heat of his touch and the intensity of his gaze making it impossible to think straight. “Don’t stop,” you breathed, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them.
His smirk widened, a flash of something triumphant in his eyes. “Good,” he said, his voice a low growl as he backed you slowly against the wall, the cool surface pressing into your back as his body pinned you in place. His hands slid down your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your hips before slipping under the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against your bare stomach making you gasp softly. His touch was deliberate, exploring, as his palms slid higher, brushing over your ribs, thumbs grazing just beneath the edge of your bra.
“Shh,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear as his breath tickled the sensitive skin there. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” His voice was a soothing command, laced with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, his tongue flicking against your skin before he sucked lightly, just enough to make you squirm against him.
“Hyunjin…” you whispered, your voice a mix of nerves and need as his hands continued their slow exploration, one slipping back down to the waistband of your pants while the other stayed pressed against your ribcage, anchoring you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you held on, overwhelmed by the sensations building under his touch.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, pausing to look into your eyes, his tone soft but laced with that same raw hunger. “But I don’t think it is, is it?” His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants now, tracing the edge of your underwear with a teasing slowness that made your breath catch in your throat.
You shook your head, biting your lip as his fingers moved closer, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “No,” you breathed, “it’s not too much.”
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your ear as he pressed another kiss to your neck, lips trailing down to your collarbone. “Good,” he said, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of your underwear now, the heat of his touch against your most sensitive spot making your hips jerk involuntarily. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
The sensation was electric, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, tracing circles that sent sparks of heat shooting through you. Your head tilted back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips as the pressure in your core began to build, tight and insistent. His other hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your face down so he could capture your lips in another deep, searing kiss, swallowing every small sound you made as his fingers worked with practiced precision.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with desire as he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, drinking in every expression on your face. “I could do this for hours, just to see how you react to every little touch. Look at you, trembling already.”
Your hips arched into his hand, chasing the sensation as the heat built, and he pressed himself closer, the hard line of his body against yours adding another layer of intensity. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh through his jeans, and the realization only made your pulse race faster. “Hyunjin… please,” you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for, just knowing you needed more, needed him.
“Patience,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowed his movements, dragging out the tension until you thought you might lose your mind. “I want to savor this. Every sound, every shiver… I want it all. Tell me, what do you want? Say it.”
Your breath came in short, desperate pants, your hands sliding down from his shoulders to grip his waist, pulling him closer. “I want… more,” you managed, voice trembling. “I want you. All of you.”
His grin turned predatory, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he pressed a hard, hungry kiss to your lips, his tongue delving deeper this time, possessive. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he muttered, his fingers picking up their pace now, sliding against you with a skill that made your vision blur. His free hand moved down to your thigh, hitching your leg up around his hip to give him better access, the new angle making you whimper as the pleasure intensified.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled against your ear, his voice rough and ragged now, losing some of its earlier control. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” His hips rolled against yours, the friction of his jeans against your core adding to the overwhelming sensations, and you could feel the heat of him, hard and insistent, even through the layers of fabric.
Your hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, and he pulled back just long enough to let you tug it up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The sight of his bare chest, the lean muscle and smooth skin under the dim hallway light, made your mouth go dry. Your fingers traced the lines of his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch, and he let out a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
“Keep touching me like that, and I’m not gonna last,” he warned, his voice strained as he captured your wrists, pinning them briefly above your head against the wall before releasing them to return his attention to you. His hands moved to the button of your pants now, undoing it with a quick, deft motion before sliding the zipper down, the sound loud in the charged silence of the hallway.
“Hyunjin, what if someone—” you started, a flicker of worry cutting through the haze of desire, but he silenced you with another kiss, deep and consuming, as he pushed your pants down just enough to give him better access.
“No one’s coming,” he assured, his voice low and rough, lips brushing against your jaw as his hand returned to where it had been, fingers slipping back beneath your underwear with renewed purpose. “And even if they do, I don’t care. I’m not stopping until you’re falling apart in my hands.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped as his fingers pushed deeper, curling in a way that made your toes curl and your back arch off the wall. The pressure was building faster now, a tight coil in your core threatening to snap with every precise movement of his hand. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as your legs trembled, your body teetering on the edge.
“There we go,” he murmured, his voice a low, encouraging rumble as your breaths grew quicker, more desperate. “Let it happen. I’ve got you. Come for me.”
The command, paired with the relentless pressure of his fingers and the heat of his body against yours, pushed you over the edge. The wave crashed over you suddenly, a sharp, blinding rush of pleasure that left you gasping, clinging to him as your legs buckled. He didn’t stop, his fingers slowing but still moving, drawing out the aftershocks until you were a shuddering mess against the wall, your forehead pressed against his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath, the scent of his skin—warm and faintly salty—filling your senses.
“Fuck,” you whispered, half-laughing, half-dazed as you lifted your head to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils still blown wide, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he slowly pulled his hand back, adjusting your clothes with a casual, almost tender precision. His own breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling heavily as he watched you with an intensity that made your heart skip again.
“You okay?” he asked, voice soft now, though the teasing edge still lingered. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.
“Yeah,” you managed, still breathless, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he said, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, softer this time, but still carrying that undercurrent of heat. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.” His hand slid down to your lower back, pulling you against him again, and you could feel the hard evidence of his own need still pressing against you through his jeans.
“You’re still…” you trailed off, glancing down briefly before meeting his eyes again, a mix of curiosity and renewed desire flickering through you.
“Hell yeah, I am,” he said with a smirk, his voice dropping low as he ground his hips against yours just enough to make you gasp again. “But I’m saving that for next time. I want more space, more time, to do this right. To take you apart piece by piece.”
Your breath caught, the promise in his words sending another shiver through you, but before you could respond, he pulled back with that same mischievous smirk, tugging your hand to lead you back toward the studio. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder, “before someone comes looking for us. But don’t think this is over. Not even close.”
And as you followed him, still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened, your skin still tingling where his hands had been, you knew he was right. This wasn’t just a fleeting encounter in a quiet hallway—it was the start of something dangerously captivating, something you weren’t sure you could walk away from even if you wanted to.
——-
The hallway fell silent once Hyunjin finally stepped back, though the warmth of his presence lingered like a faint echo on your skin. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, your fingers still tingling where his had brushed against yours moments ago. The intensity of what had just transpired left your mind reeling, your heart still racing as if it couldn’t quite settle.
What just happened? you thought, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief swirling in your chest. He’s… intense. And somehow, I’m not even upset about it. You shook your head softly, trying to gather yourself, a small, almost incredulous smile creeping onto your lips. Okay, Hyunjin’s… bold. But why did it feel like he wasn’t the only one noticing me?
As you adjusted your clothes and pushed off the wall, your mind wandered back through the day. You walked slowly toward the studio, the echo of your own footsteps mixing with your spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t just Hyunjin who had your head spinning. Bang Chan had smiled at you earlier, a warm, lingering look that felt like it saw straight through you. Jeongin’s mischievous glances during practice had made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite place. Even Felix and Han had been watching you with a quiet, curious intensity that made your cheeks heat every time you caught their eyes.
Am I imagining things? Or… is everyone… interested in me? The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through you, a heady mix of curiosity, thrill, and just a touch of nervousness prickling at the edges of your mind. Why would they all be like this? Are they just teasing, or… is there something more?
The studio doors creaked open ahead of you, pulling you from the tangle of your thoughts. You looked up and found yourself face-to-face with Bang Chan—confident, and exuding a warmth that seemed to wrap around you before he even spoke. His smile wasn’t teasing in the same sharp, playful way as Hyunjin’s; it was intentional, deliberate, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment to catch you alone.
“You took your time,” he said softly, his voice smooth as velvet, though his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “Trying to hide from me?”
You let out a small laugh, feeling a blush creep up your neck as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “I… just needed a breather.”
He tilted his head, taking a step closer, his presence steady and grounding in a way that made your pulse spike. “A breather, huh? Funny… I felt like you were avoiding someone, but maybe it wasn’t me you were running from.” His gaze lingered on you, curious and teasing all at once, and for some reason, your stomach twisted again, a nervous flutter you couldn’t ignore.
“You make it sound like a game,” you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising to your face.
“Maybe it is,” he said, his voice dropping low, smooth as honey. “A little… game. But not the kind where anyone loses. The kind where the thrill comes from seeing how far we can go… and how much fun we can have getting there.”
You swallowed hard, your heart fluttering at the implication laced through his words. Okay… this is different from Hyunjin. There was a steadiness to Bang Chan’s energy, a warmth that contrasted with Hyunjin’s teasing playfulness, but it made your pulse race in a completely new way, steady and deep like a drumbeat you couldn’t escape.
He stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours—a deliberate, electric touch that sent a jolt up your arm. “I’ve been watching you,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “And I think… you’re intriguing. There’s something about you. Something I want to know. Really know.”
Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his tone. “Intriguing?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a small, mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes. And I have a feeling… you’ve noticed how… attentive everyone’s been today.”
You froze for a moment, the thought you’d been grappling with flashing through your mind again. Attentive? That’s one way to put it… Slowly, the realization started to settle in, heavy and thrilling all at once. They’re all… noticing me. On purpose. Is it… a test? Or am I just… magnetic without realizing it?
Bang Chan leaned in just slightly, brushing a soft kiss across the back of your hand, and the little shock of intimacy sent your heart racing faster. “Curious?” he asked softly, almost teasingly, his breath warm against your skin.
“I… I guess,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn hotter. “I’m curious why… why all of you… seem so… drawn to me.”
He smiled, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. “Maybe that’s a question you’ll get answers to… in time.” Then, without another word, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle but commanding in its own way—different from Hyunjin’s teasing boldness, slower, more intentional, like he was savoring every second and testing how you’d respond.
You melted slightly into the touch, your heart pounding in your chest, and when he pulled back just a bit, he rested his forehead against yours, letting his hand linger on your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your skin. “I think… we both know this isn’t going to be a short moment,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with meaning.
And as your eyes met, a mixture of excitement and confusion swirled within you. Hyunjin… Bang Chan… and maybe everyone else too… they’re all choosing me. And somehow, I’m… starting to like it.
Bang Chan’s hand slid to your wrist, his touch light but firm as he guided you away from the main studio doors, leading you to a quieter corner far from prying eyes. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the walls, and the distant hum of music and voices faded into a low murmur, leaving you in what felt like your own private world. He leaned casually against a wall, arms crossed at first, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed a different kind of focus—one that was entirely on you, unwavering and intense.
“You know,” he began softly, his voice smooth and low, “I could watch you all day and never get bored. Seriously.”
You tilted your head, blinking up at him, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your chest with a playful tone. “Is that so? Just me?”
“Just you,” he confirmed, stepping closer. The space between you shrank until the heat of his body was unmistakable, steady and grounding, making your breath catch. “I’ve been paying attention, you know. To the way you move, the little things you do… it’s kind of mesmerizing.”
Your lips curved into a nervous smile, your pulse quickening at the closeness. “You’ve been watching me?”
“Not in a creepy way,” he said quickly, noticing the flicker of hesitation in your expression. His tone was reassuring, his smile softening. “I promise. It’s… curiosity. Intrigue. Call it whatever you like. But I’ve never met anyone who made me want to… take the time to notice every detail.”
A soft laugh escaped you, though your heart was racing beneath it. “You’re really… intentional, aren’t you?”
Bang Chan smirked, a gentle teasing edge to his tone. “I try to be.” Then, leaning slightly closer, he brushed the back of his hand against yours again. The touch was light, almost casual—but electric in a way that made your skin tingle and your breath hitch.
“I like… the way you notice things,” you admitted softly, your voice quieter now, almost shy. “Most people don’t pay attention like that.”
“That’s because most people aren’t… you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was gentle, intimate, deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. “And you make me want to notice.”
Your chest fluttered, a warmth spreading through you at his words. “You really know how to make someone feel… special,” you whispered, barely audible.
He smiled, stepping closer still, until his chest almost touched yours, the heat of him enveloping you. “That’s the idea,” he said, his voice low and warm, vibrating with something deeper. “I want you to feel… appreciated. Seen. Wanted.”
You swallowed hard, your heart racing as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. Not rushed, not teasing like Hyunjin’s—this was steady, intentional, full of warmth that made your knees feel weak. You melted into it slightly, his hands finding yours again, holding them between both of his as if he didn’t want to let go, his thumbs brushing softly over your knuckles.
Pulling back just a fraction, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “I could stay here forever,” he murmured, his thumb now brushing along your jawline, tracing the edge of your face with a tenderness that belied the heat in his eyes. “Just like this. No distractions. Just… us.”
Your cheeks heated, and yet a soft smile spread across your lips as you met his gaze. “And I… wouldn’t mind that,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of what you felt.
Bang Chan’s eyes sparkled with something like delight, and he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, slow and deliberate, letting it linger. “Good,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “Because I don’t plan on letting this moment end.”
You leaned into him, heart pounding, letting the closeness and warmth wash over you. Why is it that every time one of them is alone with me, it feels like the world shrinks to just us? you thought, the question echoing in your mind. And why do I… kind of like it?
His hands slid from yours to your waist, fingers pressing lightly into your hips as he pulled you closer, the movement gentle but firm, grounding you against him. The heat of his body pressed against yours sent a rush through you, and when he kissed you again, it was deeper, hungrier, his lips moving with a slow, teasing rhythm that made your breath hitch. One hand moved up to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss, while the other stayed on your hip, thumb brushing over the fabric of your shirt in slow, deliberate circles.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours once more, both of you breathing a little heavier now. “I think… we both know this isn’t the last time we’ll have a moment like this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Before you could respond, he shifted, guiding you so your back was against the wall, his body pressing into yours with a subtle but undeniable firmness. The cool surface contrasted sharply with the heat of him, and you felt your pulse spike as his hands slid down your sides, fingers gripping your hips a little tighter now.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he leaned in, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below it. “But I don’t think you do, do you?”
You shook your head, a shiver running through you at the closeness, the way his breath felt against your skin. “No,” you breathed, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t.”
He smirked against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there before trailing his lips down to your collarbone, his tongue flickering against your skin with just enough pressure to make you squirm. “Good,” he muttered, his voice rough with want as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your waist. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, and you gasped softly as his palms moved higher, tracing the curve of your ribs, thumbs grazing just beneath the edge of your bra.
“You feel so good under my hands,” he said, his voice low and heated as he pressed himself closer, his hips aligning with yours. Even through the layers of clothing, you could feel the hard outline of him against you, and the subtle grind as he shifted made your breath catch. “I’ve been thinking about touching you like this for hours.”
“Chan…” you whispered, your voice trembling as your hands tightened on his shoulders, anchoring yourself against the wave of heat building in your core. “That’s… a lot.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your neck as he kissed his way back up to your jaw, lips lingering just below your ear. “Too much? Or just enough to drive you crazy?” His hips rocked into yours again, slow and deliberate, the friction sending sparks through your body as the pressure built steadily.
“Not too much,” you managed, your hips instinctively moving with his, chasing the sensation. “Just… don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan to,” he growled softly, his lips capturing yours in another deep, hungry kiss, tongue delving into your mouth with a slow, possessive rhythm that made your head spin. His hands slid further up your shirt, fingers brushing over the fabric of your bra before one hand moved to your lower back, pulling you tighter against him. The other slid down to your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist, opening you up to him as he pressed himself harder against you.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered against your lips, his breathing ragged now as his hips ground into yours with more intent, the friction through your clothes maddening. You could feel the heat of him, the hard length pressing against your core, and each slow roll of his hips built the tension higher, making your thighs tremble.
Your hands slid under his shirt, fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “You’re… not so bad yourself,” you breathed, a shaky laugh escaping as he groaned softly at the contact.
“Keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna lose it,” he warned, his voice strained as he captured your wrists for a moment, pinning them against the wall above your head before releasing them to focus on you again. His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements against him, setting a rhythm that had you gasping with every grind. “You hear that? How much I want you?”
“Yeah,” you moaned softly, unable to hold back the sound as the pressure against your core intensified, the layers of fabric between you both a frustrating barrier and a delicious tease. “I… I feel it.”
“Good,” he said, his voice a low growl as he kissed you hard, teeth grazing your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. His movements picked up, hips pressing harder, faster, dragging out each wave of heat until your body was trembling with need. “I want you to feel every bit of this. Every second I’ve been thinking about you.”
Your head tilted back against the wall, a whimper escaping as the coil in your core tightened, the friction pushing you closer to the edge. “Chan… I’m—” you started, voice breaking as your hips bucked against his, desperate for more.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh tighter, holding your leg in place around his waist as he slowed just enough to draw out the sensation, torturing you with the teasing pace. “Not yet. I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how bad you need it.”
“Please,” you gasped, the word slipping out before you could stop it, your body aching as the heat built to an almost unbearable level. “Please, don’t stop. I need… more.”
“That’s it,” he said, his smirk audible in his voice as he kissed along your neck, teeth scraping lightly against your skin before he pressed his hips harder against you, the rhythm picking up again. “Let me hear you. Let me know how much you want this.”
“It’s… so much,” you whimpered, hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as the friction became overwhelming, each grind pushing you closer to the brink. “I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“Go ahead,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire as his hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, drinking in every expression as he rocked into you one more time, hard and deliberate. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
The wave hit you hard, a rush of pleasure that left you gasping, clinging to him as your body shuddered against the wall. Your legs trembled around his waist, and he held you steady, his hips slowing but not stopping, dragging out the aftershocks as soft moans escaped your lips despite your efforts to stay quiet.
“Fuck, that was… beautiful,” he muttered, his voice low and reverent as he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. His hands stayed on you, one on your hip, the other brushing sweat-damp hair from your face as he watched you come down from the high. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, a dazed smile tugging at your lips as you met his gaze, still buzzing from the intensity. “More than okay.”
He grinned, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, softer now but still carrying that undercurrent of heat. “We’re gonna have to stop soon,” he said after a moment, though his hands didn’t move from where they rested on your skin, thumbs brushing lightly over your waist. “Before someone comes looking. But I don’t want to.”
“Me neither,” you admitted, tightening your grip on him as another shiver of heat lingered in your core, your body still sensitive from what had just happened.
He pressed one last slow grind against you, drawing a final gasp from your lips, before stepping back just enough to give you space to adjust yourself. His hands lingered on yours, fingers intertwining as if he couldn’t quite let go yet. “We’ll pick this up later,” he promised, voice low and thick with intent as he pressed another soft kiss to your lips. “Somewhere more private. Where I can really take my time with you. No rush, no interruptions. Just us.”
You nodded, still breathless, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you met his gaze. “I’d… like that.”
He grinned, tugging you gently toward the main studio area. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder. “Let’s get back before anyone notices how long we’ve been gone. But don’t think I’m done with you. Not even close.”
And as you followed him, your body still buzzing with the heat of what had just happened, your mind raced with the realization that this—this pull, this tension—wasn’t just with Hyunjin or Bang Chan. There were others, too, and the thought of what might come next, with any or all of them, sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. You weren’t sure how far this would go, but one thing was clear: you were in way over your head, and you weren’t sure you wanted out.
——
The hallway felt like a cocoon of quiet, the distant buzz of the main studio fading into a mere whisper as you finally stepped back from Bang Chan. The warmth of his presence lingered in your chest, a subtle heat that pulsed with every beat of your heart. You walked slowly back toward the main studio, brushing a hand lightly over your lips, still tingling from his soft, lingering kisses. The sensation was almost surreal, like a dream you weren’t quite ready to wake from.
Okay… that just happened, you thought, your cheeks warming as a small, incredulous smile tugged at your lips. Hyunjin was teasing and intense… and now Bang Chan… there’s something about the way he holds attention, the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. It wasn’t just attraction; it was the way his gaze seemed to peel back every layer of you, leaving you bare but somehow safe under his scrutiny.
You paused mid-step, leaning against the cool wall for a moment to steady yourself. Why does it feel like every time I’m alone with one of them… it’s like the rest of the world disappears? And why… do I even want it to? The question hung in your mind, heavy and thrilling, as you traced the edge of the wall with your fingertips, trying to ground yourself in the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
Your reverie was interrupted by a small, mischievous voice behind you, cutting through the silence like a playful dart. “Hey… leaving without saying goodbye?”
You turned, your breath catching slightly, and there he was—Jeongin, eyes sparkling with a wicked kind of mischief, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His casual stance, hands in his pockets, belied the sharp focus in his gaze, pinning you in place with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
“I… I wasn’t leaving,” you stammered, a little flustered by his sudden appearance, your hand instinctively brushing at your hair as if to tidy yourself up.
He tilted his head, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his grin widening. “Didn’t seem like it. You’ve been spending a lot of time… wandering off.” His voice was playful, teasing, but there was a curiosity beneath it—a probing edge that made your pulse quicken.
“I… just needed a break,” you admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear nervously, your eyes darting away from his for a moment before returning, drawn back by the pull of his gaze.
Jeongin smirked, leaning casually against the wall beside you, one foot crossed over the other, his posture relaxed but his eyes anything but. “A break from… them?” he asked softly, gesturing vaguely toward the main room with a tilt of his head. “Or a break from me noticing you?”
Your cheeks heated, and you let out a nervous laugh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Maybe… both?”
He laughed, a soft, teasing sound that seemed to fill the narrow hallway, the air between you crackling with an electric tension. “I see,” he murmured, stepping closer so that the space separating you shrank to mere inches. “So, you’re… interesting enough to notice, huh? But you don’t know why I’m curious yet.”
You swallowed, feeling that flutter in your chest intensify as his words sank in. Curious? By him too? You bit your lip, unsure whether to be flattered or nervous, your mind racing with the implications. “And… why are you curious?”
Jeongin leaned in slightly, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand, the touch teasing and deliberate, sending a jolt of warmth up your arm. “Because… you’re different. You’ve got this… energy about you. I can’t stop noticing it.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made your heart thud harder.
Your pulse quickened, and you tilted your head slightly, searching his expression. “Energy?”
“Yeah,” he said, his smirk returning, mischievous and sharp as he held your gaze. “It’s like… you make people want to see who you are. Not in a weird way… but in a… I-can’t-look-away way. You’ve got me hooked, and I don’t even know how you did it.”
You bit your lip harder, feeling that familiar mix of nerves and thrill bubbling up inside you. “And… you’re one of the people noticing me?”
“I am,” he said softly, stepping just a little closer, his chest now nearly brushing yours. “And I want to know… everything about this.” His gaze softened for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something deeper beneath the playfulness, before the mischievous sparkle returned. “Starting with… how you’re going to react when I get closer.”
Before you could answer, he brushed his lips softly against yours—a teasing, almost delicate touch, lingering just long enough to make your pulse spike. He pulled back slightly, his grin widening as he murmured, “You taste… like trouble.”
You laughed softly, heart racing as you tilted your head to meet his eyes. “You… you’re bold.”
“Only with the right person,” he said, smirking, his fingers brushing along your cheek as his lips found yours again—soft, lingering, playful. Each kiss felt like a question, a tease, a challenge to see how much closeness you’d allow, and each time you leaned into it, letting the warmth of him pull you deeper.
As your fingers brushed the curve of his shoulder, feeling the steady strength beneath his shirt, you couldn’t help but think: Okay… this is starting to feel… like more than just one person noticing me. Hyunjin, Bang Chan… now Jeongin… are they… all noticing me? On purpose?
Jeongin’s lips parted from yours just enough to whisper, his breath hot against your skin, “You’re… kind of irresistible, you know that?”
Your breath caught, a shiver running through you at his words. “I… I think you all… are trying to see how I react,” you admitted quietly, the realization dawning on you as the pieces clicked into place. “Why… is everyone doing this?”
He grinned knowingly, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, his hand sliding to rest lightly on your waist. “Maybe… it’s a little experiment,” he teased, that playful sparkle in his eyes dancing brighter. “But… I think we both know it’s working.”
Jeongin didn’t pull back immediately after that kiss. Instead, he let the moment stretch, holding your hand between both of his, fingers brushing lightly against your skin as his eyes danced with mischief. “You know,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “I could keep teasing you like this all day.”
You tilted your head, heart racing as you felt the heat of his gaze. “Teasing me?”
He nodded, leaning in slightly so that his lips hovered near yours, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “Yeah. Making you wonder what I’m thinking, making you question why I’m acting like this… keeping you on your toes.” He brushed his thumb across your palm, eyes never leaving yours, the contact sending little sparks through you. “It’s… kind of fun.”
You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks heat as you tried to keep your composure. “You… you’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he admitted with a grin, his voice dropping even lower. “But can you blame me? You’re… fascinating. And when you smile like that… I swear it’s like you’re daring me to do more.”
You swallowed, a little breathless, and for a moment, the world outside the quiet hallway disappeared entirely. He’s playful… mischievous… but there’s something about him that makes me feel safe too, you thought, the realization sinking in with a thrill. Like… I could fall for him without even realizing it.
Jeongin stepped closer, his forehead brushing yours lightly, the closeness making your skin tingle. “Do you… like this?” he asked softly, his grin softening into something warmer, more genuine. “The teasing, the attention… the closeness?”
You hesitated, heart fluttering as you searched for the right words. “I… I think I do,” you admitted quietly, feeling the heat rise to your face. “But… I’m starting to wonder… why all of you are… doing this to me.”
His grin returned, playful but thoughtful, as he tilted his head slightly. “All of us?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You… you think we’re… noticing you on purpose?”
You nodded slowly, cheeks burning under his scrutiny. “Yeah… it feels like it. Hyunjin… Bang Chan… you now… it’s like… everyone’s… trying to see how I react.”
Jeongin laughed softly, the sound warm and teasing as it echoed in the narrow space. “Hmm… maybe you’re… more interesting than we expected,” he said, brushing his fingers lightly along your jawline, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe… we just want to see what happens when we get close.”
“And… you like getting close?” you asked, a little breathless, leaning slightly into his warmth despite yourself.
“I do,” he admitted, stepping just a little closer, letting the tension stretch deliciously between you. “Especially when it’s you.”
Before you could respond, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips—gentle, slow, teasing, but with a warmth that made your stomach flip. He pulled back slightly, just enough to smirk, then leaned in again. “You taste… even better than I imagined,” he murmured playfully, his voice a low hum against your lips.
You giggled, breathless, your hands finding their way to his shoulders. “You really know how to… make someone nervous.”
“I’m just being honest,” he said, brushing his thumb lightly along your cheek, his touch tender but electric. “But… maybe I like seeing you nervous.” His lips found yours again, teasing, brushing lightly, lingering just enough to make your heart race.
You felt yourself leaning into him more, letting your fingers brush the curve of his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours as the kisses deepened. Okay… this is… dangerously fun, you thought, a soft laugh escaping between kisses. Why do all of them feel so… magnetic?
Jeongin pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “You know,” he whispered, voice low and warm, “I could spend forever like this… just teasing you, holding you close, stealing kisses… seeing how long it takes before you can’t stop thinking about it.”
You shivered slightly, heart pounding as you met his gaze. “I… I don’t think I’d mind,” you admitted softly, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
He grinned, brushing another kiss against your lips, slow and teasing. “Good,” he murmured. “Because… I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand slid from your cheek to your waist, fingers pressing lightly as he pulled you closer, guiding you until your back pressed against the cool wall behind you. The contrast between the cold surface and the heat of his body made you gasp softly, and his smirk widened at the sound. “You okay?” he asked, voice low, but the teasing edge was still there as his other hand rested on your hip.
“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding as your hands slid up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “I’m… more than okay.”
“Glad to hear it,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with a bit more intent, his lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hands gripped your hips a little tighter, pulling you flush against him, and you felt the heat of his body through your clothes, a subtle hardness pressing against your lower abdomen that made your breath hitch.
“Jeongin…” you murmured against his lips, your voice shaky as a wave of heat surged through you, your body reacting to the closeness, the friction.
“Shh,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark with want but softened by a playful glint. “Just relax. Let me take care of you for a bit, yeah?”
You nodded, biting your lip as his hands slid lower, thumbs brushing over the waistband of your pants before dipping just beneath the fabric, teasing the skin of your hips with featherlight touches. The sensation sent a shiver through you, and he noticed, his smirk growing as he leaned in to kiss along your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he soothed the spot with a slow lick, making you squirm against the wall.
“Sensitive, huh?” he teased, voice low as he pulled back to watch your reaction, his hands still on your hips, thumbs tracing slow circles just under the edge of your pants. “I like that. Makes it more fun.”
“You’re… such a tease,” you managed, voice trembling as his touch sent little jolts of heat through you, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
“Only because you react so well,” he shot back, grinning as he pressed his body closer, hips aligning with yours so you could feel the hard outline of him more distinctly through his jeans. “Feel that?” he muttered, rocking into you slowly, the friction sending a spark of need straight to your core. “That’s what you do to me. Just… existing like this.”
“Oh,” you breathed, your hips moving with his instinctively, the pressure building low in your stomach as the layers of clothing between you became both a barrier and a tease. “I… I feel it.”
“Good,” he said, voice rough now as he ground against you with a bit more intent, each slow roll of his hips dragging a soft gasp from your lips. He captured your mouth again, kissing you deeper, tongue slipping past your lips to explore with a hungry kind of focus that made your head spin. “Keep letting me hear you,” he murmured against your lips, one hand sliding up under your shirt to rest on the bare skin of your waist, fingers splaying wide as if to claim every inch he could touch. “Those little sounds… they’re driving me crazy.”
“Jeongin…” you whimpered, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his other hand gripped your hip tighter, guiding your movements against him to match his rhythm. The heat between you was building fast, the friction through your clothes making your thighs tremble with every grind.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled under his breath, his lips moving back to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as his hips pressed harder, the outline of his arousal unmistakable against you. “I could do this all day. Just keep you here… make you feel this good… hear you fall apart for me.”
“It’s… so much,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the sensation intensified, the slow, deliberate grind pushing you closer to the edge with each movement. Your body ached for more, even as the barrier of clothing kept things just out of reach, heightening the frustration and desire all at once.
“Too much?” he asked, pausing his hips for a moment, though his hands didn’t move, one still under your shirt, fingers brushing the edge of your ribs, the other holding your hip firmly. His eyes searched yours, a mix of concern and hunger in his gaze. “Tell me if you wanna stop. I don’t wanna push you too far.”
“No, don’t stop,” you said quickly, shaking your head as your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him back toward you. “It’s… good. Really good. I just… I want more.”
His grin returned, wicked and satisfied, as he leaned in to kiss you hard, his tongue delving into your mouth with renewed intensity. “More, huh?” he muttered against your lips, resuming the slow grind of his hips, harder this time, drawing a sharp moan from you as the pressure hit just right. “I can give you more. Just say the word.”
“Please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it, your body trembling as the heat in your core tightened, your hips bucking against his in desperate need. “Keep going… don’t hold back.”
“Damn, you sound so good begging like that,” he said, voice low and rough as he kissed down your neck again, teeth scraping lightly before sucking gently at the spot, making you arch against the wall. His hand under your shirt slid higher, fingers brushing just under the edge of your bra, teasing but not crossing that line, while his other hand guided your hip, setting a faster rhythm as he ground into you with more force.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, pulling back to watch your face, his eyes dark with desire as his thumb brushed over your ribcage, the touch sending another shiver through you. “You close already? Just from this?”
“Yeah,” you admitted, breathless, your head tilting back against the wall as the coil in your stomach wound tighter, each grind pushing you closer to the brink. “It’s… you’re… I can’t…”
“I’ve got you,” he said, voice softer now but still thick with want as he pressed his forehead to yours, his hips slowing just a fraction to draw it out, to make the build-up even more intense. “Let go whenever you’re ready. I wanna see it. Wanna hear it. Just for me, yeah?”
You nodded, unable to speak as the friction became overwhelming, the heat of him against you, the way his hands held you so firmly, the low rasp of his voice in your ear—it all crashed over you at once. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, followed by a soft moan as the wave of pleasure hit, your body trembling against the wall, your hands gripping his shoulders hard as you rode out the aftershocks.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered, his voice reverent as he watched you come down, his hands still on you, grounding you as your breathing slowly steadied. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, both of you still catching your breath. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, a dazed smile tugging at your lips as the lingering heat buzzed through your body. “Definitely okay.”
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle now as his eyes softened. “Good. ‘Cause I’m nowhere near done making you feel like this.” His hips gave one last slow grind against yours, drawing a final shiver from you before he stepped back just enough to give you space, though his hands lingered on your waist, thumbs brushing lightly over your skin.
“We can’t stay here too long,” he said after a moment, though the reluctance was clear in his voice as his gaze stayed locked on yours. “Someone’s gonna come looking eventually… but damn, I don’t wanna stop.”
“Me neither,” you admitted, tightening your grip on his shirt as the afterglow lingered, your body still sensitive and craving more despite the intensity of what had just happened.
He smirked, pressing another slow, teasing kiss to your lips before stepping back fully, though his hand lingered on yours, fingers intertwining as if he couldn’t quite let go yet. “We’ll have more time later,” he promised, voice low and thick with intent. “Somewhere no one can interrupt. Where I can really show you how much I’ve been noticing you.”
You nodded, still breathless, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you met his gaze. “I… I’d like that.”
“Come on,” he said, tugging you gently back toward the main studio area. “Let’s get back before anyone notices how long we’ve been gone. But don’t think I’m done with you. Not even close.”
And as you followed him, your body still buzzing with the heat of what had just happened, your mind raced with the realization that this—this pull, this tension—wasn’t just with Hyunjin, Bang Chan, or Jeongin. There were others, too, and the thought of what might come next, with any or all of them, sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. You weren’t sure how far this would go, but one thing was clear: you were in way over your head, and you weren’t sure you wanted out.
——-
A few days had passed since your charged hallway encounters with Hyunjin, Bang Chan, and Jeongin. The flurry of attention from the members hadn’t slowed down one bit—in fact, it seemed as though they had all made it their personal mission to ensure that every moment you spent around them was unforgettable, laced with a subtle, electric tension that kept your heart in a constant state of flutter.
That evening, the studio had emptied out faster than usual, most of the staff and members trickling away into the night after a long day of rehearsals and recordings. You found yourself stepping outside into the crisp night air, the faint scent of rain lingering on the breeze. The streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of city life echoing through the alleys, and for a moment, you felt a little… vulnerable, standing alone under the dim glow of a streetlamp.
“Hey,” a soft, familiar voice called from behind you, breaking through the stillness. You turned to find Felix jogging lightly to catch up, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, a warm and playful smile lighting up his face. His blonde hair caught the faint light, giving him an almost ethereal glow as he slowed to a stop beside you. “You heading home alone?”
You hesitated, shifting your bag on your shoulder as you met his gaze. “Yeah… I guess I am. It’s not too far, though.”
“Not too far?” he echoed with a teasing lilt to his voice, tilting his head as if he found your words amusing. “Sounds like the perfect opportunity for me to make sure you get there safely. Can’t have you wandering these streets all by yourself, now can I?”
Your stomach did a little flip at the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, a subtle invitation hidden behind his concern. “You’re… offering to walk me home?” you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the sudden rush of nerves.
“Consider it a privilege,” he said smoothly, falling into step beside you as you started down the sidewalk. “Besides… someone’s gotta make sure you don’t wander into trouble. And I’m pretty good at keeping trouble at bay—or at least, being the right kind of trouble.”
You laughed softly, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest, the kind that seemed to surface every time one of them was near. Why does every moment alone with one of them feel like… sparks? you wondered, stealing a glance at Felix as he matched your pace, his shoulder brushing yours ever so slightly.
The walk was quiet at first, just the two of you moving in sync down the dimly lit streets, your footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. But Felix had a way of filling the silence with a subtle presence, leaning in just enough to catch your gaze and hold it, making it impossible not to notice the way his attention seemed laser-focused on you. Every so often, his arm would brush against yours, a fleeting touch that felt anything but accidental, sending little jolts of warmth through your skin.
“You’ve been… really captivating lately,” he said suddenly, his voice soft but carrying a weight that made you pause mid-thought. He glanced at you with that trademark gentle warmth, his eyes catching the streetlight in a way that made your heart skip. “Not just at the studio… everywhere. It’s… hard to ignore. I can’t seem to look at anything else when you’re around.”
You felt your cheeks warm under his scrutiny, your hands fidgeting with the strap of your bag as you tried to keep your composure. “Is that… a good thing or a bad thing?” you asked, your voice a little quieter than you intended, almost shy.
Felix grinned, a slow, teasing curl of his lips that sent another wave of heat through you. He reached out, brushing a light touch along your hand as he gestured vaguely with his own. “Definitely a good thing,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “At least for me. I’m kind of enjoying being distracted by you.”
You bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes, unable to suppress the small smile that crept onto your face. “You’re bold,” you said softly, half-teasing, half in awe of how easily he seemed to say exactly what he felt.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating through the cool night air. “Only when the person’s worth it,” he replied, tilting his head to study you more closely. Then, just for a moment, he stepped a little closer, enough for his shoulder to brush against yours with purpose, his fingers skimming yours—accidentally, or maybe not. “I mean… look at you. You’ve got everyone at the studio wrapped around your finger, and now… me too. Didn’t stand a chance.”
You laughed softly, a little breathless from the proximity and the weight of his words. “I… I don’t think I’m trying to wrap anyone around my finger,” you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.
“Maybe not intentionally,” he conceded with a playful smirk, his eyes glinting as they locked with yours. “But… the effect is undeniable. You walk into a room, and it’s like the air changes. I can’t help but notice it. And I’m not the only one.” His voice softened, and he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a delicate hand, his fingertips lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You know, walking home with you like this… it feels… special. Like I’ve got you all to myself for a bit.”
Your pulse quickened at his touch, at the way his words seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace. Before you could stop yourself, your gaze lingered on his lips, tracing the soft curve of them under the dim light. He noticed, his smirk widening just a fraction as his eyes darkened with something unspoken.
“I hope this isn’t too forward,” he said softly, leaning in so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “But… can I?” His question hung in the air for a heartbeat, but before you could muster a response, his lips brushed against yours in a slow, gentle kiss, warm and teasing, lingering just long enough to make your knees feel a little weak. The taste of him was subtle, sweet, and it sent a rush of heat through your chest.
You melted slightly into it, letting the closeness wash over you, your fingers brushing against his arm lightly, feeling the muscle beneath his hoodie. When he pulled back just a fraction, his forehead rested against yours, eyes sparkling in the streetlight, searching yours for a reaction.
“You make it really hard to… act normal,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, a faint laugh threading through his words. “And honestly… I don’t want to act normal around you. I want to keep doing this.”
You laughed softly, a mixture of nerves and delight bubbling up inside you as you met his gaze, your heart still racing from the kiss. “I think… I don’t want you to either,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, the confession slipping out before you could second-guess it.
Felix’s smile widened, a flicker of triumph in his eyes as he straightened up slightly, though he didn’t step away, keeping the intimate distance between you. As you continued walking, side by side, the quiet intimacy of the moment settled over you like a blanket, wrapping you in a warmth that had nothing to do with the night air. For the first time, you realized with a start: This isn’t just about one of them noticing me anymore… it’s happening with all of them. And somehow… I kind of like it. The thought sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation for what might come next.
By the time you reached your apartment building, the night had grown even quieter, the streetlamps casting a warm, golden glow across the pavement. Felix slowed his pace, falling into step with you as you approached the foot of the stairs leading up to your door. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets again, but his eyes never left yours, lingering with a thoughtful, mischievous intensity that made your skin tingle.
“Well… here we are,” he said softly, stopping just at the base of the stairs, his tone carrying a reluctant note, as if he wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. His gaze flickered over the building before returning to you, warm and inviting. “You live here, huh?”
“Yeah… just up the stairs,” you replied, fumbling slightly with your keys as you pulled them from your bag. Your pulse was still racing from the kiss earlier, from the way he’d stayed so close during the walk, his presence a constant hum of energy beside you. You glanced up at him, catching the way his lips quirked into a small, teasing smile.
Felix tilted his head, that warm, playful expression tugging at his features. “You know…” he started, his voice slow and deliberate as he took a small step closer, closing the already narrow gap between you. “I don’t really feel like saying goodbye yet.”
You laughed nervously, your fingers tightening around your keys as you looked up into his eyes, seeing the glint of intent there. “You… don’t?”
“Not at all,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a softer, lower tone that sent a shiver down your spine. “In fact… I was thinking I could… maybe come up for a little while?” His eyes searched yours, playful but tentative, a daring edge to his words as if he was testing the waters, waiting to see if you’d take the bait.
You hesitated for a moment, your heartbeat quickening at the implication, at the way his gaze seemed to pull you in. He’s… bold, you thought, a small smile playing on your lips despite the rush of nerves. But… why does it feel right? Finally, after a beat of silence, you nodded, your smile softening. “Okay… just for a little while.”
Felix grinned, his eyes lighting up with a mix of relief and excitement as he brushed his hand lightly over yours, the fleeting touch sending a spark through you. “Perfect,” he murmured, following you up the stairs with an easy stride, his presence close behind you as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Once the door clicked shut behind you, Felix paused in the small entryway, letting his gaze wander over your modest living room—the worn couch, the small stack of books on the coffee table, the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. He turned back to you with that signature smile, warm and a little teasing. “So… this is your place,” he said casually, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe as if he’d been there a hundred times before. “Feels… cozy.”
You laughed softly, setting your bag down and shrugging off your jacket. “It’s small… but it’s home,” you replied, meeting his gaze as you hung the jacket on a hook by the door.
Felix’s grin widened, and he took a slow step toward you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Home… huh? I like the sound of that,” he said, his voice carrying a playful undertone as he stopped just a couple of feet away. His fingers brushed lightly against yours again, a deliberate touch that reignited the earlier sparks. “Mind if I… make it feel a little more… lively?”
You tilted your head, caught off guard by the suggestion, your heart thumping a little faster. “Lively?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow, though a small smile tugged at your lips.
He smirked, stepping closer so that his lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I was thinking… maybe some kisses. On the couch. For a little while.” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a heat behind it that made your stomach flip.
You laughed softly, your cheeks heating as you tried to keep your composure under his intense gaze. “You’re really taking advantage of being here, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he whispered, his hand brushing gently along your jawline, his touch sending a shiver through you. “But… I think you won’t mind.” Before you could respond, he closed the small distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, teasing kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle press, but as you leaned into it, he deepened the kiss just enough to make your pulse race, his hand sliding to cup the back of your neck.
He pulled back briefly, resting his forehead against yours, his voice soft and playful as he caught his breath. “You’re really… something else,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “I could get used to this. Kissing you, being here… it’s nice.”
You smiled, feeling the warmth of his body so close to yours, your hands resting lightly on his arms. “I… think you’re really something yourself,” you admitted, your voice quiet but sincere.
Felix chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate as he leaned in again. This time, his kiss was a little hungrier, his lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm, tasting and exploring. He guided you gently backward, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the couch, and you sank down onto the cushions with him hovering over you, never breaking the kiss. His hands rested on either side of you, caging you in as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a mischievous glint in his.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice a low hum, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your reaction.
“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding as your hands slid up to grip his shoulders lightly, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “Very.”
“Good,” he murmured, leaning back in to press a trail of soft kisses along your jawline, moving down to the sensitive skin of your neck. Each kiss sent a jolt of heat through you, your breath hitching as his lips lingered just below your ear, teasing the spot with a gentle nip. “You smell so damn good,” he whispered against your skin, his voice rougher now, thick with want. “Makes me wanna stay here… keep kissing you, keep touching you.”
Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, a soft gasp escaping you as he sucked lightly at the spot, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “Felix…” you murmured, your voice shaky, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity.
“Shh, just relax for me,” he whispered, pulling back to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but softened with care. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay? I just wanna make you feel good. Really good.” His hand slid down to rest on your waist, fingers brushing the edge of your shirt as he waited for your response, his gaze locked on yours.
“It’s not too much,” you said quickly, shaking your head as a shy smile tugged at your lips. “I… I like it. Keep going.”
His smirk returned, a satisfied glint in his eyes as he leaned back in, kissing you deeply as his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing over the bare skin of your waist, warm and firm. “You’re so soft,” he muttered against your lips, his voice thick as his hand moved higher, tracing slow circles over your stomach before dipping just under the waistband of your pants, teasing but not pushing too far. “Can I… go a little further?”
Your breath caught, heart racing as you nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah… please.”
Felix’s smile was a mix of satisfaction and hunger as he kissed you again, hard and deep, his hand sliding lower, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your pants and panties to brush against the sensitive skin just above your core. The touch was light, exploratory, but it sent a wave of heat through you, your hips shifting instinctively toward him.
“Damn, you’re already so responsive,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers dipped lower, finding the heat between your thighs. “Tell me if you want me to stop, alright? I’m just gonna touch you… make you feel so good.” His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, brushing over your clit in a gentle, teasing stroke that made you gasp softly, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter.
“Don’t stop,” you breathed, your voice trembling as the sensation built, his touch light but precise, sending sparks of pleasure through you. “It… feels good.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low and rough as he watched your face, clearly reveling in the way you reacted to him. His fingers circled slowly, building the pressure just enough to keep you on edge, drawing small whimpers from your lips. “You sound so pretty like this. Keep making those little noises for me, okay?”
Your head tipped back against the couch, a soft moan escaping as his fingers pressed a little firmer, rubbing in slow, steady circles that had your thighs trembling. His other hand slid up to grip your hip, holding you in place as he leaned down to kiss your neck again, his lips hot and wet against your skin. “You’re so warm… so wet already,” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. “I could do this all night, just listening to you, feeling you.”
“Felix… please,” you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for, just overwhelmed by the heat coiling tight in your core, the pleasure building with every stroke of his fingers.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his fingers slipping lower to tease at your entrance, gathering the slickness there before returning to your clit, rubbing a little faster now, pushing you closer to the edge. “Just let go for me, yeah? I wanna feel you come apart like this.” He shifted his body slightly, pressing himself closer so you could feel the heat of him as he continued to work you with his fingers.
Your breath came in short, sharp pants, hips bucking against his hand as the pleasure crested. But he wasn’t done. He slowed his movements only for a moment, pulling back just enough to look at you with a hungry gaze. “I wanna taste you,” he said, voice husky as he licked his lips. “Can I? I need my mouth on you.”
You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your body still trembling with need. Felix didn’t waste a second, sliding down your body, tugging your pants and panties down just enough to expose you to him. He settled between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, teasingly close to where you ached for him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his breath warm against your skin. “Already so wet for me.”
Before you could respond, his tongue flicked out, brushing over your clit in a slow, deliberate lick that made your hips jerk. “Oh god, Felix,” you moaned, hands flying to grip his hair as he licked again, then sucked gently, sending bolts of pleasure through you. His tongue moved in slow, purposeful strokes, circling and teasing, then dipping lower to taste you deeper, groaning against you like he couldn’t get enough.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against your skin, the vibration of his voice making you shudder. “Keep moaning for me, I wanna hear every sound you make.” He spread your thighs wider with his hands, his tongue diving back in, lapping at your clit with a steady rhythm while his fingers slid back inside you, one at first, then two, curling just right to hit that spot that made your vision blur.
“Felix, I’m—oh fuck, I’m close,” you whimpered, your hips rocking against his mouth as the pleasure built to a breaking point, his fingers pumping in and out while his tongue worked relentlessly.
“Come for me,” he murmured against you, lips closing around your clit to suck hard as his fingers thrust deeper, faster. “I wanna feel you lose it, right now.” His words, the heat of his mouth, the curl of his fingers—it was all too much. Your body tensed, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the orgasm hit, waves of heat and pleasure crashing over you, making your thighs shake around his head.
Felix didn’t stop, drawing it out with slow, gentle licks and thrusts of his fingers until you were oversensitive, gasping and squirming beneath him. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Damn, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he said, voice still rough with desire as he crawled back up to hover over you, pressing a messy, wet kiss to your lips so you could taste yourself on him. “I could do that again… and again. Just say the word.”
You were still catching your breath, cheeks flushed as your hands slid down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Felix… that was… incredible,” you managed, voice shaky as you met his dark, hungry gaze.
“Glad you think so,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face before kissing you again, slower this time, but still deep and full of want. “I’m not done with you yet, though. I wanna hear you one more time before I go. Can you handle that?”
You nodded, a weak laugh escaping as you caught your breath. “Yeah… I think I can handle that.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, his hand sliding back down to tease at your still-sensitive core, fingers brushing lightly as his lips found your neck again. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”
Felix’s voice was a low, teasing murmur against your neck as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your still-sensitive clit, reigniting the heat that had barely begun to fade. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his lips brushing your skin with a smirk you could feel. “I don’t wanna wear you out… yet.”
You let out a shaky laugh, your hands sliding up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles under his hoodie. “I’m sure,” you breathed, your voice still trembling from the aftershocks of before. “Don’t hold back.”
“Wasn’t planning to,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and hungry. His fingers pressed a little harder, slipping lower to gather the slickness still lingering between your thighs before sliding two inside you again, slow and deep. “Fuck, you’re still so wet for me. Feels so damn good around my fingers.”
A soft moan escaped your lips as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made your hips jerk involuntarily. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric as he started a steady rhythm, pumping in and out while his thumb brushed over your clit with every thrust. “Felix… oh god, that’s—” you cut off, unable to finish as another wave of pleasure rolled through you.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he growled, his free hand sliding up to grip your hip, holding you steady as he leaned down to kiss you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth with the same possessive hunger as his touch. “Keep moaning for me. Let me know exactly how it feels.”
“It feels… so fucking good,” you gasped against his lips, your thighs trembling as he sped up just a little, his fingers working you with a precision that had your breath hitching. His thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing tight circles that pushed you closer to the edge again, faster than you expected.
“Yeah? Gonna come for me again?” he taunted, his voice rough as he pulled back to watch your face, clearly getting off on every little reaction. “I can feel it. You’re so close already. Just let go, I’ve got you.”
Your head tipped back against the couch, a sharp cry slipping out as his words and his touch pushed you over the brink. Your body tensed, muscles tightening around his fingers as the second orgasm hit, hot and intense, making your vision blur for a moment. “Felix—fuck, I’m—” you couldn’t even finish, the pleasure stealing your words as you shook beneath him.
He didn’t stop right away, drawing it out with slower thrusts of his fingers, his thumb easing off but still brushing lightly over your clit until you were whimpering, oversensitive and squirming. “There you go,” he murmured, finally pulling his hand away, his fingers slick as he brought them up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan. “Taste so fucking good. I could do this all night, but I think you’ve had enough for now.”
You were panting, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, your hands still gripping his shoulders for support. “Yeah… I think… I’m done,” you managed, a weak laugh escaping as you met his gaze, seeing the satisfied smirk on his face.
Felix chuckled, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, letting you taste the faint trace of yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his voice softer now, almost tender as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “I didn’t expect… all of this tonight. But I’m not complaining.”
You smiled, still flushed and dazed, your fingers trailing down his arm lightly. “Me neither. That was… intense.”
“Glad I could make an impression,” he teased, sitting back on the couch and pulling you up with him so you were leaning against his side, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. He glanced around the room, then back at you, his expression shifting to something more reluctant. “I should probably get going, though. Don’t wanna overstay my welcome… or get us both in trouble if I’m out too late.”
You nodded, a twinge of disappointment settling in your chest even as you knew he was right. “Yeah… probably a good idea,” you said, sitting up straighter and smoothing out your shirt as you adjusted your pants back into place, still feeling the lingering warmth of his touch.
Felix stood, stretching slightly before turning to you with that same warm, playful smile. “Don’t think this is the last of it,” he said, his tone promising as he stepped toward the door, grabbing his jacket from where it had been tossed earlier. “I’ll see you at the studio. And maybe… we can pick up where we left off sometime soon.”
You laughed softly, standing to follow him to the door, your legs still a little shaky. “I’ll hold you to that,” you replied, meeting his gaze as he turned back to you one last time.
“You better,” he said, leaning in for one final kiss, quick but firm, before pulling back with a wink. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it if I’m coming back for more.” With that, he slipped out the door, the latch clicking softly behind him as he disappeared into the night.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, your heart still racing as the reality of the night settled over you. The way Felix had touched you, the heat of his mouth, the intensity in his eyes—it was all still so vivid, replaying in your mind as you leaned against the wall for support. And then there were the others… Hyunjin, Bang Chan, Jeongin. Each encounter, each spark of tension, piling up into something you couldn’t ignore. You bit your lip, a thrill running through you at the thought. What the hell am I getting myself into? But god… I don’t wanna stop.
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No sooner had Felix disappeared down the street than you sank onto your couch, heart still hammering in your chest from the heated encounter you’d just shared with him. The phantom of his kisses burned on your lips, and the warmth of his touch lingered on your skin like a brand, refusing to fade. You closed your eyes, trying to slow your ragged breaths, pressing a hand to your chest as if you could physically calm the frantic rhythm of your pulse. Okay… that was… insane, you thought, a shaky breath escaping as your mind replayed every second. Why does every moment with them feel like I’m diving headfirst into some wild, untamed world? A world where I’m left dizzy, aching for more?
A few minutes later, a sudden, firm knock at your door snapped you out of your haze, making you flinch. Your pulse surged again, a cocktail of surprise and jittery excitement bubbling up as you sat upright. Not again… who’s out there now? You stood, smoothing your hair with a nervous hand, and crept to the door. Peering through the peephole, your breath hitched. Han stood there, leaning lazily against the wall, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, a sly, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Even in the dull hallway glow, his eyes shimmered with a mischievous edge that sent your stomach flipping.
You cracked the door open slowly, a mix of caution and curiosity on your face. “Han… what’re you doing here?” Your voice trembled with surprise and a thrill you couldn’t quite name.
He grinned, tilting his head as his gaze pinned yours, sharp and playful. “Just felt… curious,” he said, his tone light but laced with something heavier, intentional.
“Curious?” you repeated, stepping back a bit to let him in, though your heart was already thumping hard.
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling his hands from his pockets as he crossed the threshold, his presence instantly charging the small space with a buzzing energy. “I… might’ve tracked Felix’s GPS.” He shrugged like it was nothing, a casual smirk tugging at his mouth. “Don’t look so stunned. I just wanted to know where you crash after the studio. Thought I’d pop by uninvited. More fun that way.”
You blinked, lips parting in shock as your heart skipped. “You… tracked him?” The words came out softer than intended, a strange mix of disbelief and flattery swirling in your chest.
“Well…” Han shrugged again, his grin stretching wider as he caught the flush creeping up your face. “Seemed like the best way to find out where my favorite person ends up. Can’t let Felix hog all the excitement, can I?”
Your cheeks burned hotter, caught between nervous flutters and a rush that made your stomach twist. “I… don’t even know how to respond to that,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, trying to hide how flustered you felt.
Han tilted his head, stepping just a tad closer, enough to make the air between you crackle. “You don’t gotta say a thing,” he murmured, voice dropping low, teasing, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “Just… let me hang for a bit? I won’t linger too long. Unless you beg me to, obviously.”
You hesitated for a split second, mind racing, but the pull of his stare, the daring smirk on his lips, was impossible to resist. With a slow nod, you stepped aside to let him in fully. “Okay… just for a little,” you said quietly, your voice betraying the nervous anticipation fizzing inside.
The moment he was inside, the atmosphere shifted, thick with an unspoken tension that hadn’t been there before. Han leaned casually against the doorframe for a beat, his eyes sweeping over your cozy living room—the same space Felix had filled with heat just minutes ago—before locking back on yours with that same playful, dangerous glint. “Nice place,” he said softly, his tone warm but edged with mischief. “Feels… homey. But I think it’s missing a little… spice.”
“Spice?” you asked, voice catching as your heart thudded, already sensing where this might lead.
He smirked, taking a slow, purposeful step toward you, shrinking the distance enough to make your pulse spike. “Yeah. Maybe some teasing, a laugh or two… and definitely a few kisses. If you’re down.” His eyes gleamed with intent, watching every flicker of your reaction, almost daring you to pull away.
You let out a nervous laugh, your pulse raging under his scrutiny as you tried to play it cool despite the fire in your cheeks. “You don’t mess around, do you?”
“Not when it’s worth it,” he murmured, stepping even closer, his fingers grazing yours in a brief, electric touch that sent sparks up your arm. “And you… you’re worth it. Been itching for a moment like this with you for way too long.”
Your lips parted, heart slamming against your ribs as his words sank in, and he noticed, his smirk deepening. “See?” he whispered, leaning in so close his warm breath fanned your skin. “I can tell you’re intrigued. And… I bet you’re fine with me making this… a lot more interesting.”
Before you could reply, his lips met yours, soft and lingering, not hurried but calculated, sending a slow current of electricity through you. The kiss started as a tease, a gentle test, but it carried a quiet heat that made you melt into it, your fingers brushing his arm as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, that playful glint still dancing in his gaze.
“You taste… like trouble,” he muttered, voice low and rough as he leaned in for another kiss, this one longer, letting it linger. “And I’m into it. Could get hooked real fast.”
You laughed softly, heart racing so loud you swore he could hear it. “Han… you’re ridiculous,” you breathed, half in awe, half in delight at how easily he was undoing you.
“I know,” he said, voice low and teasing as he grinned down at you. “But I’m good at being ridiculous. Especially with you.” He pressed another slow kiss to your lips, deliberate, his nose brushing yours as he eased back just a bit. “I could… stay like this for hours,” he whispered, breath hot against your mouth. “Teasing you, keeping you close… seeing how long till you admit you’re into it too.”
A shiver ran through you, heart fluttering as his words wrapped around you like a warm, tempting promise. “I… think I already am,” you confessed quietly, voice barely audible, the words slipping out before you could hold them back.
Han’s smirk widened, a flash of triumph in his eyes as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek. “Good,” he whispered against your lips, diving in for another electric kiss, slow and charged. “’Cause I’m not dipping out till I’ve… driven that home.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Han moved deeper into your apartment, his easy confidence only amplifying the tension buzzing in the air. His eyes roamed the space again, like he was claiming it in his mind, before locking back on you with a sly grin. “So… this is your little hideout,” he murmured, voice low and taunting as he stepped closer. “I get why Felix stuck around… but I’m thinking I’ll stay even longer. You got an issue with that?”
You laughed quietly, fingers fidgeting against the back of the couch as you tried to anchor yourself. “You’re… way too bold, you know that? Just showing up, acting like you own the place.”
“Only when it’s worth it,” he shot back smoothly, closing the gap again, his fingers brushing yours once more, the contact light but jolting. “And trust me… this is worth it. You’re worth it.” He let the words hang, heavy, watching your face with a satisfied edge before adding, “Been dying to steal you away like this.”
Your heart flipped, pulse rocketing as he stepped right into your space, leaning down to murmur against your ear, his breath warm and teasing on your skin. “I’ve been playing out moments like this… all damn day. Just being near you… messing with you… feeling this.”
You shivered, leaning into the heat of him without thinking as his words sent a thrill through your core. “Moments like this… they’re risky,” you mumbled, voice unsteady as you fought to keep your cool.
He smirked, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, the contact warm and tantalizing, stirring heat in your lower belly. “Risky… but a blast, yeah?” His hand slid along your back, fingers tracing lightly over your shirt, lingering in sensitive spots without rushing, like he had endless time to break you down.
“I… suppose so,” you whispered, heart pounding, torn between nerves and the raw excitement pulsing through you. Why does every second with one of them feel like I’m catching fire? you wondered, thoughts fragmenting as Han’s touch grew bolder.
His lips found yours again, slow and intentional, teasing as they brushed over yours before pulling back just enough to grin. “You taste… like temptation,” he said quietly, hand sliding up to cup your cheek, thumb dragging along your jaw with a gentleness that clashed with the hunger in his eyes. “And I’m not mad about it. Think I could get used to this real quick.”
You laughed breathlessly, hands resting lightly on his chest to steady yourself. “I… don’t think I’ve ever had someone just… show up and pull this. You’re out of your mind.”
“That’s the idea,” he murmured, landing another lingering kiss on your lips, brushing his nose against yours as he pulled back to meet your gaze. “Not everyone gets this side of me… but you? You’re… something else. Got me hooked already.”
You leaned into him more, fingers tracing the line of his arm as you peered up at him. “Something else, huh? That’s a loaded term.”
“Yeah,” he said softly, voice low and teasing, smirk softening into something warmer. “Enough that I can’t hold back. Enough that I wanna… test how far we can push this. You down to find out with me?”
He kissed you again, deeper this time, longer, his tongue grazing yours as he let you feel the heat of his body, the slow, teasing rhythm of his touch. His hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in just enough as he pulled you flush against him. “I could stay locked like this forever,” he whispered, pulling back to lock eyes with you, smirk creeping back. “But I’ve got some other ways to make tonight stick. If you’re game.”
Your cheeks flared, pulse hammering as his words sent fresh anticipation coursing through you. “What… kind of ways?” you asked, voice barely a whisper, half-guessing from the gleam in his eye but needing to hear it.
Han chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, kissing along your jaw, trailing down to your neck with agonizing slowness. “The kind where I get to touch you more… feel more of you,” he murmured against your skin, breath hot as his lips hovered just below your ear. “The kind where I make you feel so damn good you forget Felix even stepped foot here. That cool with you?”
Your breath caught, a rush of nerves and desire flooding you as his words hit hard, his hands sliding lower on your hips, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. “I… yeah, that’s cool,” you breathed, nodding shakily as your hands gripped his shoulders for balance, already feeling yourself unravel under his touch.
“Good,” he whispered, lips curling into a smirk against your skin as he pulled back to look at you, hands slipping under your shirt to graze the bare skin of your waist. “Just chill for me, alright? Gonna take my sweet time with you.” He kissed you again, deep and slow, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, sending bursts of heat with every touch. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, he sank to his knees in front of you, hands resting on your hips as he looked up, the mischief in his expression making your heart lurch.
“What… are you up to?” you asked, voice trembling as you stared down at him, half-guessing but still thrown by his boldness, by how fast things were heating up.
“Making damn sure you don’t forget tonight,” he said with a grin, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants as he tugged lightly, gauging your reaction. “Wanna see how much I can make you feel. Can I?” His eyes met yours, searching for a green light despite the cocky edge to his tone, giving you a chance to back out.
You nodded, swallowing hard as your breath quickened, anticipation spiking to a fever pitch. “Yeah… go for it,” you murmured, hands resting lightly on his shoulders to brace yourself, the intensity of his gaze making your skin prickle.
Han’s grin spread wider, and he tugged your pants and underwear down just enough to bare you to him, hands warm and steady as they slid over your thighs, parting them slightly. “Fuck, you’re stunning,” he muttered, almost to himself, before leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss just above your core, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “Gonna go slow… make you feel every damn second. Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, voice shaky as your fingers threaded lightly through his hair, already overwhelmed by how close he was, by the heat of his breath against your most sensitive skin.
He didn’t drag it out further, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, slow and precise at first, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you that made your knees wobble. “Shit, Han…” you gasped, grip tightening in his hair as he let out a low chuckle against you, the vibration amplifying every sensation.
“Damn, you taste so fucking good,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue circling with a steady, deliberate rhythm, stoking the fire in your core with each pass. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you steady as he worked, clearly relishing every reaction—the way your breath hitched, the soft sounds spilling from your lips. “Keep making those noises. I wanna hear every single one.”
Your head tipped back against the couch behind you, a quiet moan escaping as he alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking gently, the pressure just enough to nudge you closer to the edge, hips shifting toward him on instinct. “Han… that’s… fuck, that’s so good,” you stammered, voice unsteady as the pleasure coiled tighter in your belly.
“Yeah? You’re into this?” he rasped, pulling back for a second to look up at you, lips slick and shining, eyes dark with hunger. “I can keep at it… drag it out till you’re shaking even more. Just say it.” One hand slid up your thigh, fingers teasing close to your core without touching, waiting for your cue as he watched you with rapt attention.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, nodding fast as your hands tightened in his hair, urging him back. “Please… keep going. I need it.”
Han’s smirk returned, a flash of smug satisfaction crossing his face as he leaned back in, tongue moving quicker now, more insistent, flicking and circling with a skill that had your breaths coming in short, desperate pants. His hands shifted to grip your hips, pulling you closer as he buried himself deeper, the heat and pressure building relentlessly. “Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he muttered against you, voice muffled but thick with want. “I can feel you getting close. Let go for me, come on.”
He doubled down, tongue working in tight, focused strokes while one hand slid up, thumb brushing over your clit in tandem, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you. Your thighs trembled, muscles tensing as the intensity ramped up, every nerve on fire. “Han… I’m—fuck, I’m right there,” you gasped, voice breaking as your grip on him tightened, hips rocking against his mouth without thought.
“That’s it, let it hit,” he growled against you, not letting up for a second, his thumb pressing just a bit harder, tongue relentless as he pushed you toward the brink. “I’ve got you. Come for me, right now.”
The orgasm slammed into you, raw and overpowering, waves of pleasure exploding through your core as your hips bucked against him, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. Han didn’t ease off immediately, dragging it out with slower, gentler laps of his tongue, savoring every shudder and whimper as you rode the high. Only when your hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, body twitching with oversensitivity, did he finally pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up with a triumphant, almost cocky grin.
“Told you I’d make tonight stick,” he said, voice low and teasing as he rose to his feet, pulling you into a deep, slow kiss that let you taste yourself on his tongue. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you as your legs still quaked. “You good? That was… fucking intense.”
“Yeah… I’m good,” you panted, still catching your breath as you leaned into him for support, mind reeling. “More than good. That was… holy shit.”
Han laughed softly, brushing hair from your face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, softer now. “Glad to hear it. ‘Cause I’m not done leaving my mark… but I’ll save the rest for next time.” He carefully pulled your pants back up, fingers lingering on your skin as he adjusted them, stepping back with a reluctant sigh. “I should… probably head out before I push my luck,” he murmured, though the teasing spark never left his eyes.
You managed a small smile, heart still racing as you smoothed your clothes, grasping for some shred of composure. “I… think I’ll manage,” you whispered, meeting his gaze with a shy grin.
“Good,” he said with a quiet laugh, leaning in for one last lingering kiss before heading to the door. “’Cause I’m coming back. Bank on it.”
With that, Han stepped out, pausing in the doorway to throw you one last playful, heated look before vanishing into the night, leaving your apartment—and your mind—humming with warmth, tension, and a gnawing curiosity. You stood there for a long moment, heart pounding, lost in the storm of what just unfolded. Hyunjin, Bang Chan, Jeongin, Felix… now Han. They’re all circling closer… and fuck, I’m hooked. The thought sent a shiver of thrill through you, the promise of what might come next keeping your pulse racing long after the door shut.
——-
The morning sun streamed through your window, casting golden streaks across the floor as you fumbled to get ready, still half-asleep, your mind foggy from the whirlwind of recent encounters with the Stray Kids members. A sharp knock at your door startled you, jerking you out of your dazed state. You shuffled over, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and opened it to find Changbin standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe with that signature easy grin of his, exuding a quiet confidence that immediately woke you up more than any coffee could.
“Morning,” he said, voice smooth and low, his eyes scanning you briefly before meeting your gaze with a playful glint. “I thought I’d pick you up today. Save you the walk.”
You blinked, caught off guard, still clutching the edge of the door as your brain scrambled to catch up. “You… you’re picking me up?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise, though a small thrill bubbled up at the unexpected gesture.
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his grin widening slightly. “Figured I could make the ride more interesting. Plus, I wanted a little time with you before the day starts. You know, before the chaos of the studio kicks in.”
You laughed softly, your heart already picking up its pace as you registered the intent behind his words. “You’re confident, I’ll give you that,” you teased, stepping back to grab your bag, though the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore.
He smirked, stepping just inside your apartment for a moment, his presence filling the small space with an effortless energy. “Only when I’m confident about the person I’m with,” he shot back, his tone playful but laced with something deeper, something that made your stomach flutter. “Come on, the car’s ready. I promise I’m better company than standing around here half-asleep.”
You rolled your eyes playfully but nodded, slinging your bag over your shoulder and following him out, locking the door behind you. As you made your way to his car parked at the curb, you couldn’t help but notice the way he walked just a step ahead, his posture relaxed yet somehow commanding, like he knew exactly the effect he had on you. He opened the passenger door for you with a mock bow, earning a laugh from you as you slid into the seat, the leather cool against your skin.
In the car, Changbin’s casual energy was impossible to ignore. He started the engine with a low hum, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other fiddled with the radio, settling on a chill track that filled the space with a soft beat. He hummed along quietly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he glanced at you now and then, a teasing smile playing on his lips each time your eyes met.
“You know,” he said after a few blocks, his voice cutting through the comfortable quiet as the city streets rolled by outside, “I’ve been meaning to tell you… you’re really easy to talk to. And… easy to tease.” His fingers brushed lightly against yours, resting near the center console, the touch so fleeting yet electric enough to make your chest tighten and your breath catch for a split second.
You laughed, the sound coming out a little more breathless than you intended. “Easy to tease? That’s your way of flattering someone?” you quipped, trying to play it cool even as your skin tingled where his fingers had grazed.
He leaned just slightly closer, his shoulder brushing against the edge of your space as he kept his eyes on the road, though you could feel the weight of his attention on you. “Maybe,” he murmured, voice dropping low, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver through you. “But it’s true. And you… make it fun.”
A pause stretched between you, filled with the hum of the car engine, the quiet rhythm of the music, and the unspoken tension of his teasing energy. Then, without warning, he reached over and brushed a light kiss along your cheek, slow enough to linger, the warmth of his lips making your pulse spike instantly. He pulled back just enough to flash you a quick, mischievous grin before focusing on the road again.
“You’re bold,” you whispered, laughing nervously as you touched the spot on your cheek where his kiss had landed, your skin still tingling from the contact.
“Only when it matters,” he said softly, brushing his thumb along your hand where it rested on your lap, the gesture casual but deliberate, sending another wave of heat through you. “And right now… this matters.”
He leaned back in his seat, smirking, but his eyes stayed locked on yours for a brief, intense moment before returning to the road. “I could ride with you all day like this,” he teased, his tone light but carrying a promise of more. “Just talking, laughing… maybe stealing a kiss or two when you least expect it.”
Before you could answer, he glanced over again, catching your eye, and then leaned in for another quick kiss, this time on your lips, soft and teasing, lingering just long enough to make your stomach twist pleasantly with a mix of nerves and excitement. He pulled back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief as he murmured, voice low, “Your turn to pay attention.”
You smiled, feeling that warm mix of nerves and anticipation as he continued driving, his light touches brushing against your arm, playful smiles, and fleeting glances filling the small space between you with an undeniable tension. The city streets blurred past, the morning traffic light for once, giving the two of you a bubble of intimacy in the confined space of the car.
After a few more minutes, Changbin’s tone shifted slightly, his teasing taking on a more daring edge as he glanced at you with a sly smirk. “You know, we’ve got a little time before we hit the studio,” he said, his voice casual but laced with suggestion. “And I’ve got an idea to make this ride even more… memorable. If you’re game.”
Your heart skipped a beat, curiosity and a thrill of anticipation mixing as you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? What kind of idea?” you asked, your voice betraying a hint of the excitement already building inside you.
He chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down your spine as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his other hand resting on the console between you, fingers tapping lightly. “The kind where you get a little closer… maybe do something that’ll have us both smiling for the rest of the day,” he said, eyes flicking to you briefly, dark with intent. “I’m driving, so I’m kinda at your mercy here. Wanna take the lead on this one?”
Your breath hitched, the implication of his words sinking in as you processed the bold suggestion, the confined space of the car suddenly feeling much smaller, much hotter. You bit your lip, glancing at the empty road ahead, the early morning quiet giving you a strange sense of reckless freedom. “You’re serious?” you asked, half-laughing, though the heat in your cheeks and the way your pulse raced told you you were already considering it.
“Hell yeah, I’m serious,” he said, grinning as he stole another quick glance at you, his hand sliding over to rest on your thigh now, the touch firm and warm through your jeans. “I’m all yours if you wanna make this drive a little more exciting. Just say the word.”
You swallowed hard, the tension and desire building as you felt the weight of his hand on you, the invitation hanging in the air. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded slowly, a shy but daring smile tugging at your lips. “Okay… let’s make it exciting,” you murmured, your voice quieter than you intended, already shifting closer to him on the seat.
“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear,” he muttered under his breath, a satisfied edge to his tone as he kept his eyes on the road, though you could see the way his jaw tightened slightly, the anticipation evident. “Go on, then. I’m keeping us steady. You’ve got me.”
Heart pounding, you leaned over the console, the angle a little awkward but manageable, your hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans as he adjusted slightly in his seat to give you better access. You fumbled for a moment with the button and zipper, your fingers trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement, before finally freeing him, his hardness evident as you took him in hand, feeling the heat of him against your palm, the smooth skin firm under your touch.
“Shit, that’s it,” Changbin breathed, his voice rough as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glancing down for just a split second before forcing his eyes back to the road. “You’re gonna make this the best damn drive I’ve ever had.”
You smirked at his reaction, a rush of confidence washing over you as you leaned down further, your hair brushing against his thigh as you brought your mouth closer. You started slow, teasing with a light flick of your tongue over the tip, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin as he let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly under your touch. The scent of him, musky and warm, filled your senses, adding to the heady rush of the moment.
“Fuck, don’t play around too much,” he muttered, half-laughing, half-growling as he kept his focus on driving, though you could tell it was getting harder for him. “I’ve gotta keep us on the road, and you’re not making it easy.”
“Thought you liked a challenge,” you teased, your voice muffled as you looked up at him briefly, catching the way his jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening with restraint, before taking him into your mouth fully, the warmth and weight of him filling you as you moved slowly at first, testing his reaction. Your lips wrapped tight around him, sliding down inch by inch, feeling the subtle pulse under your tongue as you adjusted to his size.
“Goddamn, I do,” he rasped, one hand dropping from the wheel to tangle lightly in your hair, not pushing, just resting there as if to ground himself, his fingers threading through your strands with a gentle tug. “Keep going. You feel so fucking good. So wet, so warm… shit.”
Encouraged by his words, you picked up the pace slightly, your lips sliding over him with a steady rhythm, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip each time you pulled back, then taking him deeper again, feeling him hit the back of your throat as you fought your gag reflex. The confined space of the car made every movement feel more intimate, more daring—every sound amplified, from the wet slide of your mouth to the sharp intakes of his breath. The hum of the engine, the quiet music in the background, and his low groans created a thrilling, almost illicit soundtrack as you focused on him, feeling every twitch and tense of his muscles under your touch.
“Shit, you’re too good at this,” he grunted, his voice strained as he fought to keep his focus on the road, his hand tightening slightly in your hair, fingers gripping just enough to send a shiver through you. “Gonna make me lose it if you keep that up. We’ve still got a few blocks—don’t stop, though. I can handle it. Fuck, I need this.”
You hummed softly in response, the vibration drawing another low, guttural groan from him as you continued, letting your tongue trace along the underside of his length, slow and deliberate, then flicking over the tip before sucking harder. The thrill of doing this while he drove added an extra layer of excitement, the risk making your own pulse race, heat pooling low in your belly as you felt his control fraying at the edges. Your free hand rested on his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way they flexed each time you moved, as if he was barely holding himself together.
“Fuck, that humming shit… do it again,” he muttered, voice rough and pleading as he shifted slightly in his seat, trying to give you more room without losing control of the car. “You’re killing me here. Feels so fucking good, I can’t even think straight.”
Obliging, you hummed again, letting the vibration ripple through him as you took him deeper, lips stretching around him, your jaw starting to ache from the effort but spurred on by the raw sounds spilling from his mouth. You varied your pace, slowing down to tease him with long, languid strokes of your tongue along his length, then speeding up to bob your head quicker, hollowing your cheeks for added pressure. Each time you pulled back, you let your tongue swirl over the head, tasting the precum beading there, sharp and salty on your taste buds, before diving back down to take him as deep as you could.
“Shit, yeah, just like that,” he growled, his voice dropping even lower, thick with need as his hand in your hair tightened again, not guiding but just holding on, desperate for something to anchor him. “You keep sucking me like that, and I’m gonna lose my damn mind. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me right now. That mouth… fuck, it’s perfect.”
Your own breathing grew ragged, muffled around him as you kept going, driven by his words, by the way his body responded to every move you made. You shifted slightly in the cramped space, your knees pressing into the edge of the passenger seat for balance as you worked, the awkward angle only heightening the raw intensity of it all. You could feel the heat building in your own body, the thrill of pleasuring him like this, in such a risky setting, making your skin prickle with excitement, your thighs pressing together instinctively to ease the ache forming there.
“Damn, I can feel every fucking thing,” he muttered, almost to himself, as his hips twitched upward, involuntary, pushing himself just a little deeper into your mouth for a moment before he caught himself, forcing his focus back to the road. “Your tongue, your lips… shit, I’m trying so hard not to crash right now. You’re making it impossible.”
You pulled back just enough to speak, your voice husky and teasing as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, catching your breath for a second. “Want me to stop so you can focus?” you asked, knowing full well what his answer would be, but wanting to hear it anyway as you let your hand keep stroking him slowly, keeping the pressure on.
“Hell no,” he shot back immediately, a desperate edge to his tone as he glanced down at you for a split second, eyes dark and hungry. “Don’t you dare stop. I’ve got this. Keep going, babe. I need more. Need to feel that mouth again.”
Smirking at his urgency, you leaned back down, taking him in again, this time with more confidence, letting your lips slide over him with a tighter grip, your tongue working in slow, deliberate circles around the head before dragging down the shaft, tracing every ridge and vein with painstaking attention. You could taste the salt of his skin, the heat of him overwhelming in the best way as you pushed yourself to take him deeper, feeling the subtle pulse against your tongue as his breathing grew more erratic.
“Fuck, you’re relentless,” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly as his hand dropped back to the steering wheel, gripping it so hard his knuckles whitened, the other still tangled in your hair, trembling slightly. “I’m so fucking close, but I don’t wanna end this yet. Slow down a bit… make it last. I wanna feel every second of this shit.”
Nodding slightly, you eased off the pace, letting your movements turn teasing again, long, slow drags of your tongue up his length, kissing and sucking lightly at the tip, drawing out soft, tortured sounds from him as you kept him on edge. Your hand joined in, stroking the base where your mouth couldn’t reach, twisting slightly with each pass, matching the rhythm of your lips as you kept him hanging there, prolonging the tension as much as you could.
“God, that’s torture,” he muttered, half-laughing through gritted teeth, his voice thick with strain as he adjusted in his seat again, clearly struggling to keep his focus split between you and the road. “You’re so fucking good at this, it’s unfair. Keep me right here… don’t let me tip over yet. I wanna drag this out till we’re parked.”
You hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration pulling another sharp curse from him as you kept your pace slow and teasing, focusing on the sensitive spots you’d already mapped out, feeling the way his thighs tensed under your touch, the way his breath hitched each time you flicked your tongue just right. The car slowed slightly as you felt him ease off the gas, likely nearing the studio, but he didn’t say anything, too caught up in the sensation to do more than groan softly under his breath.
After what felt like an eternity of keeping him on the brink, playing with the edge of his control, you heard the faint crunch of gravel under the tires as he pulled into what must have been the parking lot. His voice came rough and urgent now, barely holding together. “Fuck, I’m parked. Don’t hold back now—I’m so damn close. Finish me off, please.”
With his words spurring you on, you picked up the pace again, no more teasing, your mouth moving with purpose as you took him deep, lips tight and tongue relentless, your hand working in tandem to push him over. His hips bucked slightly, less restrained now that the car wasn’t moving, and his groans turned into sharp, broken sounds of need, filling the confined space.
“Shit, that’s it—fuck, I’m there,” he growled, his voice raw as his hand gripped your hair harder for a moment, body tensing under you. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
The orgasm hit him hard, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he came, the hot rush spilling into your mouth, sharp and overwhelming. You slowed down but didn’t pull away immediately, swallowing carefully, letting him ride out the waves with gentle, languid movements of your lips and tongue, drawing out every last shudder until his grip on your hair loosened, his breathing heavy and ragged.
“Fuck… holy fuck,” he panted, letting his head fall back against the headrest as he released a shaky laugh, running a hand over his face while the other slid from your hair to rest on your shoulder, almost affectionate. “That was… unreal. I don’t even know what to say. You’ve ruined me.”
You sat back up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you caught your own breath, cheeks flushed from both the exertion and the raw intensity of it all, a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “Good to know I’ve got that effect,” you teased, settling back into the passenger seat, the lingering heat between you making the air in the car feel thick and heavy.
Changbin let out another breathless chuckle, adjusting himself with one hand while the other stayed on the steering wheel, as if he needed the anchor after what just happened. He zipped up his jeans, glancing over at you with a mix of awe and amusement, his eyes still dark with lingering heat. “You’re fucking trouble. Almost crashed like three times because of you. Worth it, though. So fucking worth it.”
You laughed softly, brushing your hair back into place as you glanced out the window, noticing the familiar studio building just ahead, the car parked neatly in the lot out front. “Guess I owe you for keeping us safe, then,” you quipped, shooting him a playful smirk as you grabbed your bag from the floor.
“Nah, I owe you,” he shot back, his tone suggestive as he leaned over slightly, brushing one last slow kiss against your lips, tasting the faint trace of himself on you, the contact sending a final jolt through your already buzzing nerves. “That was the best damn start to a day I’ve ever had. I’m gonna be thinking about this for hours. Maybe days.”
You smirked, heart still racing as you pulled back, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. “Glad I could make it memorable. You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”
He grinned, leaning back in his seat but keeping his eyes on you, the playful energy between you still crackling despite the intensity of what just unfolded. “We’re not stepping out of this car just yet,” he said, voice low and teasing as he nodded toward the studio building. “Let’s just sit here a minute. I’m not ready to break this vibe. You’ve got me too fucked up to walk straight right now anyway.”
You laughed, nodding as you settled back into the seat, the heat of the moment still simmering in the air between you, the parked car a small, private bubble of intimacy outside the studio. “Fine by me. I could use a second to cool down too,” you admitted, catching his eye with a shared, knowing look, the unspoken promise of more lingering in the space between you as you both sat there, the engine off, the morning quiet wrapping around the car.
——
You stepped out of Changbin’s car, the cool morning air hitting your face as you brushed a hand over your hair to smooth it down after the intense ride. The lingering heat from your earlier encounter still buzzed under your skin, making your cheeks flush as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “Thanks for the ride,” you called over your shoulder, your voice carrying a playful edge, a silent acknowledgment of the shared secret between you.
“No problem,” Changbin replied with a wide grin, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned against the car for a moment, watching you. “Don’t get into too much trouble before I see you inside.” He winked, the gesture loaded with implication, before turning to head toward the studio entrance, his confident stride drawing your gaze for just a second too long.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you made your way toward the building, the hum of early morning traffic fading behind you. Pushing open the heavy glass door, the familiar buzz of activity engulfed you immediately—footsteps echoing on the tiled floor, snippets of music drifting from open rooms, and the low murmur of chatter among staff and artists. You ducked your head slightly, trying to blend into the controlled chaos, eager to get to your spot and recompose yourself after the charged morning. But before you could take more than a few steps, a firm hand suddenly caught your wrist, stopping you mid-stride.
“Hey,” a calm, controlled voice cut through the ambient noise, smooth and deliberate. You looked up and froze, your breath catching as your eyes met Seungmin’s. He stood there, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten instantly, like the air had been sucked out of the hallway. “Going somewhere?”
“I… I was just heading to my spot,” you stammered, a little breathless, your pulse quickening under his grip. You tried to pull your hand free, but his hold was gentle yet unyielding, grounding you in place as he stepped closer, his frame subtly blocking out the rest of the world.
“Not so fast,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, smooth as silk but edged with something darker, something that sent a shiver racing down your spine. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes scanning your face, taking in every flicker of reaction. “I think… I need a moment alone with you.”
Before you could protest or even fully process what was happening, he guided you down the hallway with a gentle but insistent pull, steering you toward a supply closet tucked away at the back of the studio, far from the main bustle. “Wait… a closet?” you asked, your voice a mix of nervousness and intrigue as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, the thrill of being singled out by him warring with the slight anxiety of being caught.
“It’s private,” he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact as he pushed the door open with his free hand, revealing a cramped, dimly lit space lined with shelves of equipment and random supplies. He ushered you inside before closing the door behind you with a soft click, the sudden quiet of the room amplifying the sound of your own heartbeat. “And… I want your full attention for a few minutes.”
You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the raw intensity of his gaze as he turned to face you fully, the small space making his presence feel even more commanding. “Full attention?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper, the air between you already thick with unspoken tension.
Seungmin stepped closer, his movements deliberate, almost predatory, as he closed the small distance between you. His fingers brushed lightly along your arm, tracing a slow, teasing path up to your shoulder, the touch igniting sparks under your skin. “Yes. I’ve noticed the way you move around here… the way you laugh… the way you react when no one’s paying attention,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around you, pulling you in. “And I need to see… how you react to me.”
Your pulse quickened, hammering in your ears as his words sunk in, the weight of his attention pinning you in place. “And… what if I… react?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of anticipation and nerves, your body already responding to the heat radiating from him.
He smirked, a slow, controlled smile that made the air between you feel electric, charged with a current you couldn’t ignore. “Then I’ll know you’re paying attention. And maybe… I’ll take it further.” His voice dropped even lower, the promise in his tone sending a thrill through you as he leaned in, cornering you gently against the wall of the closet. His chest pressed lightly against yours, just enough to make you hyper-aware of every point of contact, while his fingers brushed along your waist, tentative but deliberate, as his eyes held yours with unrelenting focus.
“I like seeing you like this,” he murmured, his lips hovering just near your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “A little nervous… a little flustered… and completely aware that I’m here.”
You shivered again, your breath catching in your throat as his proximity overwhelmed your senses. “Seungmin…” you whispered, not even sure what you were trying to say, just needing to break the charged silence.
“Shh,” he said softly, tilting his head as if to savor the sound of your voice, his lips curling into a faint, teasing smile. His mouth brushed against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, light at first, just a whisper of contact that made your knees weaken instantly. “You feel… perfect to me,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back just slightly to let his smirk widen, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And I want more than just a quick peck.”
You swallowed again, your fingers brushing lightly against his chest, caught in the push and pull of wanting to step back and regain control, yet craving to lean closer and surrender to the moment. “You… are bold,” you admitted, your voice soft, barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.
“I’m just… confident,” he murmured, leaning in again, his tone low and teasing as his kiss deepened slightly, lingering with a controlled intensity that made your stomach flip. One hand slid along your waist, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of your shirt, while the other rested against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you in, keeping you close in the tight confines of the closet.
Your breath hitched, a small, nervous laugh escaping between kisses as the reality of the situation sunk in—hidden away in a cramped supply closet, stealing forbidden moments. “You… really know what you’re doing,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his lips.
Seungmin’s smirk widened, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and playful. “And I plan on doing it… until you’re completely paying attention,” he said softly, brushing his lips against yours again, slow and deliberate, drawing out every second of contact. “No distractions. No interruptions. Just… you and me.”
The closet felt impossibly small now, the world outside fading entirely as his hands lingered on you, fingers tracing teasing patterns along your sides, each touch calculated to keep the tension simmering. Each kiss was electric, a perfect balance of teasing and intensity, lingering just long enough to make your heart race without ever letting go completely.
But as his kisses grew bolder, trailing from your lips to the corner of your mouth and down to your jaw, the energy between you shifted, becoming heavier, more urgent. His lips moved with purpose, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, just below your ear, where he lingered, letting his teeth graze ever so lightly against you. A quiet gasp slipped from your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin, clearly pleased with the reaction.
“Sensitive here, huh?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he nipped at the spot again, his tongue flicking out briefly to soothe the faint sting, sending a fresh wave of heat through you. “I’ll remember that.”
“Seungmin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” you whispered, your voice shaky as your hands gripped the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric to anchor yourself against the dizzying sensation of his mouth on your neck.
“Good,” he replied, his tone laced with amusement as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his dark gaze glinting with intent. “I want you a little crazy for me.” His lips returned to your neck, kissing a slow path down to your collarbone, where he paused to suck lightly at the skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your breath hitch again, your head tilting back instinctively to give him more access.
His hands weren’t idle either. The one at your waist slid lower, fingers brushing just under the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his touch against your bare skin sending a jolt through you. He didn’t go further, though, just let his fingertips trace lazy circles along the small of your back, dipping occasionally to the curve of your hip, each movement deliberate and maddeningly slow. “You feel so good under my hands,” he murmured against your collarbone, his lips vibrating against your skin as he spoke. “Soft… warm… I could touch you like this for hours.”
“Then why don’t you?” you teased, though your voice came out breathier than you intended, betraying how much his touch was affecting you as your own hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath your palms.
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes half-lidded and dark with desire. “Oh, I plan to. But not all at once. Gotta keep you wanting more, don’t I?” His thumb brushed over your hipbone, pressing just slightly, enough to make your hips twitch toward him instinctively before he eased off, smirking at your reaction. “See? Already so responsive.”
“You’re such a tease,” you muttered, half-laughing, though the heat in your cheeks and the way your body leaned into his touch gave away how much you were enjoying every second of this.
“Guilty as charged,” he shot back, his smirk widening as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time on the lips, slow and deep, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your stomach twist with need. His hand on your hip tightened slightly, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, the hard lines of his frame pressing against your softer curves in the cramped space of the closet. “But you like it, don’t you?”
“Maybe a little,” you admitted between kisses, your voice muffled as his lips captured yours again, each kiss growing hungrier, more insistent, though he still maintained that maddening control, never letting things spiral too far. Your hands slid from his shoulders to the back of his neck, fingers threading into the soft hair at his nape, tugging just slightly to urge him closer.
He groaned softly at the pull, the sound low and rough in his throat as he broke the kiss for a moment, resting his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven against your lips. “Fuck, keep doing that,” he muttered, his voice rougher now, a crack in his usual composure as your fingers tugged at his hair again, earning another quiet sound from him. “You’ve got no idea what that does to me.”
“Tell me, then,” you whispered, your voice teasing as you let your fingers play with his hair some more, scratching lightly at his scalp, feeling the way his body tensed under your touch, his grip on your hip tightening in response.
He exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before snapping open again, dark and intense as they locked onto yours. “Makes me wanna lose control,” he admitted, his voice low and strained as his other hand slid down from the wall to rest on your thigh, fingers digging into the fabric of your jeans as he hitched your leg up slightly, angling you even closer against him. “But I’m not gonna. Not yet. I wanna drag this out… make you feel every damn second of it.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped as his fingers on your thigh massaged slow, firm circles into the muscle, the sensation radiating through you as his other hand continued its slow exploration along your lower back, dipping lower occasionally to tease at the waistband of your jeans without ever going further. “You’re evil,” you breathed, half-laughing, though the sound was shaky with how much tension was building between you.
“And you love it,” he countered, his smirk returning as he leaned in to kiss along your jaw again, his lips hot and deliberate as they moved, pausing to suck lightly at the spot just below your ear that he’d already discovered made you weak. “Tell me you don’t.”
“I… I can’t,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as your head tilted back against the wall, giving him full access as his mouth worked its magic, sending shivers down your spine with every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue. Your hands stayed at the back of his neck, fingers still playing with his hair, tugging now and then just to hear those low, rough sounds he made in response.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration making you gasp softly as his hand on your thigh slid up just a bit higher, fingers brushing against the inner seam of your jeans, so close to where you ached for more contact but still holding back, keeping you on edge. “Gotta stay quiet, remember?” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t want anyone outside to hear how worked up I’ve got you.”
“You’re the one making it hard,” you shot back, though your voice was breathless, your body betraying just how much you were affected as your hips shifted slightly toward his touch, seeking more even if he wouldn’t give it yet.
He laughed softly, the sound rough and intimate in the small space as his thumb brushed over your hip again, pressing just enough to make you squirm. “I know. And I’m gonna keep making it hard. I want you thinking about this… about me… for the rest of the damn day.” His lips found yours again, the kiss slower now but just as intense, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees feel like they might give out if he wasn’t holding you so close.
Minutes stretched on like that, the tension between you building and building but never breaking, every touch and kiss calculated to keep you both teetering on the edge without ever tipping over. His hands roamed your back, your hips, your thighs, always teasing, always stopping just short of anything more, while his lips alternated between your mouth, your jaw, your neck, mapping every inch of skin he could reach in the cramped space. Your own hands weren’t still either, exploring the hard planes of his shoulders, the warmth of his neck, the softness of his hair, reveling in every small reaction you could draw out of him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing touches and stolen kisses, he pulled back, both of you breathing heavier now, the air in the closet thick with the heat of the moment. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still dark and intense but softened slightly, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he caught his breath. “We should probably get back out there,” he murmured, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t in any rush, his hands still resting on your hips, fingers brushing lightly against your skin under your shirt.
“Yeah… probably,” you agreed, though your voice was just as reluctant, your own hands lingering on his shoulders, not quite ready to let go of the moment. “But this… this was…”
“Memorable?” he finished for you, his smirk returning as he tilted his head, brushing one last slow, lingering kiss against your lips, soft but filled with promise. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. Just wait ‘til I get another chance.”
You laughed softly, cheeks warm as you adjusted your shirt one last time. “I’ll hold you to that.”
He grinned, stealing another quick kiss before reaching for the door handle, pausing to listen for any sounds outside. “Gotta play it cool now,” he said, his tone teasing but serious. “Back to work like nothing happened. But I’ll be watching… waiting for the next moment I can have your full attention again.”
With that, he cracked the door open, peeking out to ensure the coast was clear before gesturing for you to slip out first. You did, heart still racing, the thrill of the secret encounter buzzing under your skin as you stepped back into the hum of the studio, Seungmin following a moment later with a casual air that belied the intensity of what had just happened. But as you caught his eye across the room a few minutes later, the faint smirk on his lips told you he was already plotting the next stolen moment, and the anticipation of it sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
——-
You pushed open the studio door, your breath still uneven from the charged encounters with Seungmin in the supply closet and the heated car ride with Changbin earlier that morning. The usual hum of music and chatter that filled the space was absent, leaving an eerie quiet that made your footsteps echo faintly on the polished floor. The room felt empty, save for one striking presence that immediately drew your attention.
Minho leaned casually against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a calm, confident look on his face that sent an involuntary shiver through you. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, a slow smirk curling his lips as he pushed off the wall with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. “Hey,” he said, his voice low, dripping with a teasing edge that made your stomach tighten. “Didn’t expect to see you just yet.”
You froze in the doorway, your hand lingering on the frame as you blinked at him, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “Minho… you’re… alone?” you asked, your voice coming out quieter than intended, a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation lacing your tone.
“For now,” he replied smoothly, his smirk widening as he took a slow step toward you, each movement measured, like a cat stalking its prey. “But I have… something for you. A little surprise.”
Your pulse quickened, hammering in your chest as you tilted your head slightly, intrigued despite the heat creeping up your neck. “A surprise?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady, though the way his eyes raked over you made it nearly impossible.
He nodded, closing the distance between you with a few more deliberate steps until he was just a breath away, his presence overwhelming in the quiet studio. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower, warm and inviting, like a secret meant just for you. “And I think you’re going to like it. But first… I need your full attention.”
You laughed nervously, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers fidgeting as you tried to meet his gaze without faltering. “Full attention, huh? You’re bold today.”
Minho’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as his fingers brushed lightly along your arm, the touch featherlight but enough to send a spark racing down your spine. “I like bold,” he murmured, his tone teasing as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. “And I like catching you off guard.”
You swallowed hard, your heart racing as he tilted his head, his lips brushing a soft, teasing kiss along your jaw before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again. The brief contact left your skin tingling, and you couldn’t help the shaky breath that escaped you. “You… you really know how to do that,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thud of your own heartbeat.
“Do what?” he asked, his smirk deepening, his head tilting in mock curiosity as he stepped even closer, his chest nearly brushing against yours now.
“This… fluster me,” you admitted, your cheeks warming under the weight of his gaze, feeling utterly exposed despite the emptiness of the room.
“That’s the point,” he said softly, his voice a low purr as he brushed another teasing kiss across your lips, light and fleeting, just enough to make your chest tighten with anticipation. “I like seeing you like this… a little breathless, a little flustered, and completely… aware that I’m here.”
Your fingers brushed lightly against his chest, caught between the instinct to pull back and regain some control and the overwhelming urge to lean in closer, to let him unravel you further. “And the surprise?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Minho’s smirk deepened, his eyes sparkling with something dark and playful as he leaned in again, his lips grazing yours in a lingering, deliberate kiss that made your knees feel weak. “Ah… that’s part of the fun,” he murmured against your mouth, pulling back just enough to let his forehead rest against yours, his breath warm on your skin. “You’ll see soon enough. But for now…” He pressed another kiss to your lips, soft but intentional, teasing and flustering you all at once.
You gasped slightly into the kiss, your fingers tangling lightly in the fabric of his shirt as the heat of the moment wrapped around you. “Minho…” you breathed, not even sure what you meant to say, just needing to ground yourself somehow.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his smirk softening into something warmer, though the mischief never left his eyes. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to the tension humming between you. “Just enjoy the moment.”
He brushed another soft kiss along your cheek, then let his lips hover near your ear as he whispered, “And don’t forget… the surprise is coming. But for now… it’s just you and me.” His hands lingered on your waist, fingers tracing idle patterns through the fabric of your shirt as the quiet of the studio seemed to amplify every touch, every breath.
You laughed softly, breathless, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your skin. “You… really are relentless,” you whispered, your voice shaky but carrying a hint of amusement.
“And you,” he murmured, leaning in for another teasing kiss that made your pulse spike, “make it impossible to stop.” His lips trailed from your mouth to the corner of your jaw, slow and deliberate, each touch calculated to keep you on edge.
As he pulled back slightly, his eyes flicked toward the studio door for a brief moment before returning to you, his smirk returning full force. “Soon… you’ll see the full surprise,” he said with that same calm, teasing grin. “But until then… I want a little more of your attention. In fact, I’ve got an idea to keep us both… entertained.”
Your brows furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued as your hands rested lightly on his arms. “An idea?” you asked, your voice a mix of suspicion and intrigue, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed how much his presence was affecting you.
Minho’s grin turned wicked, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he stepped back, guiding you toward the center of the studio with a gentle but firm push. “Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping even lower, thick with intent. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. The way you move, the way you look at me… I want to see more of that. Right now.”
You blinked at him, your heart pounding as his words sunk in, the implication clear in the way his eyes darkened. “More of… what, exactly?” you asked, trying to keep your tone steady, though the anticipation was already coiling tight in your stomach
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver through you as he let go of your hips, taking a step back to lean against the edge of a nearby desk, his gaze never leaving yours. “I want a show,” he said bluntly, crossing his arms again, his posture casual but his eyes anything but. “Take off your clothes for me. Slowly. Let me watch you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, heat flooding your face as his request hung in the air, bold and unapologetic. “You… you’re serious?” you stammered, your hands fidgeting at your sides as you glanced around the empty studio, the reality of the situation sinking in. The door was shut, the space silent, but the idea of stripping for him here, in such an open place, felt insanely risky.
“Dead serious,” he replied, his smirk unwavering as he shifted slightly, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “No one’s here. Just us. And I’ve been dying to see you like this. Come on, don’t make me beg.”
You bit your lip, nerves and excitement warring within you as you considered his words. The way he looked at you, the raw hunger in his gaze, made it hard to say no, even as your heart raced at the thought of being so exposed. Finally, you gave a small, shaky nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay… but you better keep watch on that door.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” he said with a grin, his eyes flicking briefly to the entrance before returning to you, dark and intent. “Now, start with the jacket. Nice and slow.”
Swallowing hard, you reached for the zipper of your jacket, your fingers trembling slightly as you tugged it down, the sound of the metal teeth parting seeming deafening in the quiet room. You shrugged the fabric off your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms before dropping it to the floor, your movements deliberate as you kept your eyes on him, watching the way his smirk faded into something hungrier, more focused.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice rougher now, as he shifted again, one hand dropping to adjust himself through his pants, the bulge already evident. “Shirt next.”
Your breath hitched, but you nodded, gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it up slowly over your head, feeling the cool air of the studio hit your bare skin as you tossed the fabric aside. His eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and the heat in his gaze made your confidence grow, even as your cheeks burned.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, his voice low as his hand moved more deliberately now, rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans. “Pants. Let me see more.”
You hesitated for just a moment before complying, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, stepping out of them carefully as you stood before him in just your bra and underwear, the vulnerability of the moment balanced by the thrill of his obvious arousal. His breath hitched audibly, and he popped the button on his own jeans, freeing himself as he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking slowly while his eyes devoured you.
“Bra off,” he said, his tone a mix of command and need, his hand moving faster as he watched you. “Show me everything.”
Heart pounding, you reached behind you, unhooking your bra and letting the straps slide down your arms before dropping it to the floor, baring yourself completely to his gaze. His eyes darkened further, a low groan escaping him as he tightened his grip, his strokes becoming more urgent. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rasped. “Panties too. I want to see all of you.”
With shaky hands, you slid your underwear down, stepping out of them and leaving yourself entirely bare under his intense scrutiny. The air felt charged, electric, as you stood there, vulnerable but empowered by the way he couldn’t look away, his hand working himself with increasing speed.
“Come closer,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he gestured to the studio couch a few feet away. “Sit down. Spread your legs for me. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Your breath caught, but the raw need in his voice pushed you forward. You crossed the short distance to the couch, sitting down on the edge before leaning back slightly, spreading your thighs as he’d asked. The cool leather against your bare skin sent a shiver through you, but the heat of his gaze burned away any lingering nerves.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, his voice a low growl as he continued stroking himself, his eyes locked between your legs. “Let me see how you like it.”
Nodding slowly, you let your hand drift down, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin before dipping lower, circling your clit with a tentative touch that made your hips twitch. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and his answering groan told you how much he was enjoying the sight.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his strokes matching the rhythm of your fingers as you worked yourself, the pleasure building quickly under his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
You obeyed, your fingers moving faster now, slipping inside yourself as your other hand teased your clit, the dual sensation drawing soft moans from your lips that you tried to stifle, aware of the open space around you. Minho’s breathing grew ragged, his hand working himself with desperate speed as he watched, his eyes flicking between your face and your hands, drinking in every reaction.
“God, I could watch you all day,” he groaned, his voice strained as his hips bucked slightly into his grip. “You’re gonna make me come just looking at you. Are you close?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, your voice shaky as the tension coiled tight in your core, your fingers driving you closer with every stroke. “So close…”
“Then come for me,” he said, his tone rough and commanding. “Let me see it. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words pushed you over the edge, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your body tensed, pleasure crashing through you in waves as your fingers slowed, drawing out the sensation. Through hooded eyes, you watched him, his own release hitting just seconds later, a low, guttural groan spilling from him as he spilled over his hand, his chest heaving as he came down from the high.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke, just panting in the quiet studio, the air heavy with the aftermath of what you’d just done. Finally, he tucked himself back into his pants, wiping his hand on a nearby tissue before meeting your gaze with a lazy, satisfied smirk.
“That… was one hell of a show,” he said, his voice still rough but carrying a teasing edge as he crossed the room to stand in front of you, offering a hand to help you up. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, still catching your breath as you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet, your legs a little shaky. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face before stealing a quick, lingering kiss, his lips warm against yours. “Get dressed before someone walks in. But just so you know… that surprise I mentioned? It’s still coming. And after this, I’m betting you’ll be just as eager for it.”
You laughed softly, heat creeping back into your cheeks as you gathered your clothes, quickly pulling them on while he watched with a lingering smirk. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, meeting his gaze with a playful challenge.
“Oh, you better,” he replied, his voice low as he stepped closer, brushing one last teasing kiss across your lips. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Keep that door in mind—I’ll be waiting for the next chance to steal you away again.”
——
You were still fumbling with your shirt, heart thundering in your chest, cheeks blazing with a mix of embarrassment and raw heat, when the door slammed open, the sound ricocheting through the room like a gunshot. Bang Chan’s voice sliced through the heavy air, low and rough with barely contained hunger. “Damn, look at this beauty… already half-bare and just begging for us. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you, sweetheart, and now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.”
Your eyes widened, breath catching as you stumbled back a step, clutching your shirt tighter even though it did little to hide your trembling frame. “W-what are you talking about? I’m not—” you stammered, voice quivering, but the heat in your core flared at his words.
Hyunjin slipped in behind him, his gaze sharp and ravenous as it dragged over every inch of exposed skin, a slow smirk curling his lips. “Hell, you’re a sight, babe. I’ve been craving to touch you, to feel you under me, and now I’m gonna make every second worth it. Gonna have you melting for me, pretty thing.”
“Craving me?” Jeongin’s voice came next, laced with a dark chuckle as he stepped closer, his presence heavy, eyes burning with need. “I’ve been itching to have you, gorgeous. Every look I’ve thrown your way, every brush of my hand—now I’m gonna feel you tight around me, make you moan my name ‘til you can’t think straight.”
Your face burned hotter, a pulse of desire throbbing low as their words struck deep. “I wasn’t even doing anything!” you protested weakly, voice shaking, though the intensity in their stares sent a reckless thrill racing through your veins. “This is crazy—”
Minho, lounging lazily on the couch, fixed you with a slow, predatory grin, his eyes dark with raw want. “Relax, darling,” he purred, voice smooth but dripping with lust. “I’ve been wanting to play with you for so long, and now I’m gonna take my time with you. Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll be begging for more.”
“Play with me?” you gasped, fingers trembling as you tried to pull your shirt down further, their hungry gazes rendering the effort useless. “Minho, what the hell are you even talking about?”
He leaned forward, his hand sliding up your bare thigh, the touch sending sparks straight to your center. “I’m talking about making you mine tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “Gonna feel every inch of you, make you shiver and gasp for me. I’ve been holding back too long, and now you’re gonna feel how much I’ve wanted this.”
You took a shaky step back, heart slamming against your ribs, the air thick with tension as they started to close in around you. “I can’t… this isn’t—” you started, but the words faltered under the weight of their attention.
Seungmin stepped forward, his voice low and heavy with intent as he pinned you with a searing stare. “I’ve been wanting you for ages, babe,” he said, eyes smoldering. “Every little smile, every blush I’ve pulled from you—now I’m gonna take it slow, make you feel every bit of how much I’ve needed you. Gonna have you trembling under me, sweet thing.”
“Take me?” you whispered, voice barely audible, overwhelmed by the heat rolling off their bodies as they formed a tight circle around you. “Why… why am I the one?”
Han leaned against the doorway, his gaze devouring you from head to toe, voice rough with hunger. “Because you’ve got us all hooked, babe, and now we’re gonna show you just how much,” he said, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “I’ve been aching to feel you, to get lost in you, and now I’m gonna make you feel every damn second of it. Been hard just thinking about this moment.”
“I haven’t done anything to—” you began, but the words choked in your throat as Felix slipped behind you, his hands gliding over your hips, firm yet slow, his breath scorching against your ear.
“Shh, don’t fight it, gorgeous,” Felix murmured, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. “I’ve been dying to feel you, to have you shaking for me. Now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, you won’t know what hit you. I’ve wanted this for too damn long.”
Your hands shook as you gripped your shirt, but Minho was already on his feet, closing the distance with a predatory grace. “We’ve all been waiting for this, darling,” he said, tipping your chin up to force your gaze into his blazing eyes. “Every single one of us has been burning for you, and now we’re gonna show you just how much. I’m up first, and I’m gonna make you feel fucking incredible.”
Your jaw dropped, pulse hammering as their words sank in, each one stoking the fire pooling deep inside you. “You’re… all out of your minds!” you managed, voice trembling.
Bang Chan grinned, stepping closer, his presence towering as he loomed over you. “Out of our minds? Nah, just crazy for you, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice thick with need. “I’ve been wanting to touch you, to feel you wrapped around me, and now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, you’ll never forget it. Gonna make you mine in every way, babe.”
You froze, fingers still clutching your shirt, mind spinning as they tightened their circle, their heat suffocating in the best way. “All of you… seriously?”
Seungmin’s smirk deepened as he reached out, fingers grazing your waist with a possessive touch. “Hell yeah, every single one of us,” he said, voice low and heated. “I’ve been dying to feel you, to make you squirm for me. Now we’re gonna take our sweet time with you, make sure you feel every moment of how much we’ve wanted this.”
Your breath hitched, the weight of their words and touches crashing over you like a tidal wave. “This is… way too intense!” you gasped.
Hyunjin pressed against your side, his hand slipping under your shirt to stroke your bare skin, voice rough with want. “Intense? Babe, we’re just warming up,” he growled, lips brushing your neck. “I’ve been aching to feel you, to see you fall apart for me. Now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, you’ll be thinking of me for days. Bet you’ve wanted this just as bad, haven’t you?”
You swallowed hard, nerves and desire clashing as Minho’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you toward him with a firm tug. “Enough talking, darling,” he muttered, voice heavy with need. “I’ve been holding back for too long, and now I’m gonna show you how good it can be. I’m first—guys, get her ready for me.”
Before you could even process it, their hands were on you—Felix peeling your shirt up and off with slow, deliberate care, exposing your skin to their hungry eyes, while Jeongin’s fingers hooked into your pants, dragging them down your legs with a firm pull, leaving you standing there in nothing but your thin underwear. You trembled under their gazes, feeling utterly exposed as they drank in every curve, raw desire burning in their stares.
“Damn, look at her, just as perfect as I thought,” Bang Chan groaned, stepping closer, his hands gliding over your bare shoulders, sending a jolt through you. “I’ve been aching to see you like this, and now I’m gonna make you feel so good, babe. Bet you’ve been wanting this too, right?”
“Look at that tremble,” Han added, smirking as his fingers traced down your arm, making your breath stutter. “I’ve been dying to touch you, to feel how soft and warm you are. Bet you’re already dripping for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Enough with the chatter, I’m starting,” Minho growled, voice thick as he pulled you down onto the couch, guiding you to straddle his lap. His eyes locked onto yours, dark with lust but holding a flicker of care as he freed himself, his hard length pressing against you through the thin fabric of your underwear. “I’ve been waiting to feel you, darling, and now I’m gonna take my time making you feel amazing. You’re okay with this, right?”
You nodded, breathless, and he slid your underwear aside, fingers brushing over your slick heat, a low grunt escaping his throat. “Hell, you’re already so wet for me,” he muttered, guiding you down onto him, stretching you open inch by inch with a slow, deep push. “That’s it, take it nice and easy. So damn tight, just like I knew you’d be, sweetheart.”
You whimpered at the fullness, hands gripping his shoulders as he bottomed out, holding you still to let you adjust. “Goddamn, you feel incredible,” Minho groaned, hands sliding up your back to pull you closer, lips brushing yours in a heated kiss. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment, and now I’m gonna make you feel so good. I’m moving now, alright? Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
“Okay,” you breathed out, voice shaky, and he started to thrust, slow and deliberate, each movement dragging against your walls, pulling soft moans from your lips. “Oh, Minho…”
“Yeah, I hear you, darling,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw, teeth grazing lightly at your neck as his pace remained steady. “I’ve wanted this for so long, and now you’re taking me so well. Keep making those sounds for me, let me know how good it feels.”
Beside you, Han knelt on the couch, eyes dark with desire as he watched, leaning in to capture Minho’s lips in a rough kiss while stroking himself through his jeans. “Damn, she looks so hot riding you,” Han groaned, pulling back just enough to speak. “I’ve been aching to feel her, to get inside that warmth. Can’t wait to make her feel so good too.”
Minho smirked, hands tightening on your hips as he thrust up harder, drawing another gasp from you. “Hear that, sweetheart? We’ve all been waiting to make you feel amazing,” he growled, one hand slipping between you to rub slow, tight circles on your clit. “But I’ve got you first. I’m gonna finish inside, fill you up. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Minho, please,” you gasped, body trembling, and with a few more deep thrusts, he groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he spilled hot inside you, holding you down as he panted against your neck. “Damn, you’re perfect,” he muttered, kissing your skin gently. “I’ve wanted to do that for too long. But I’ve gotta share now. You ready for Chan?”
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, and Bang Chan was already stepping forward, shedding his shirt and pants with quick, eager movements as he gently lifted you off Minho, laying you on your back across the couch. “My turn now, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice thick with hunger as he settled between your legs, hands stroking your thighs with a firm touch. “I’ve been craving to be inside you, to make you feel so damn good. I’m gonna take it nice and slow, let you feel every inch of me. You good with that?”
“Yeah, Chan, please,” you breathed, heart racing, and he pushed in, stretching you again with a deliberate thrust, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “Hell, you’re still so tight,” he muttered, hands gripping your hips gently as he started to move, long and deep. “Feel that, babe? Feel how much I’ve wanted this? I’m gonna make you feel incredible.”
“God, yes,” you whimpered, hands reaching for his shoulders, and he grinned, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips warm and hungry. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’m gonna show you how good it can be, make you feel every bit of me,” he groaned, lips trailing to your neck, sucking faint marks into your skin. “You’re ours, and I’m gonna make sure you know it with every thrust.”
His pace stayed steady, dragging out the pleasure, hitting deep as his hands roamed, one cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple with a light touch. “Damn, I love seeing you like this, spread out for me,” he rasped, eyes locked on yours with an intense gaze. “I’ve been holding back for so long, and now I’m gonna push you right to the edge. You getting close, babe?”
“Not yet, but—damn, keep going,” you pleaded, voice trembling, and he nodded, maintaining his rhythm, kissing you deep and slow until his breaths turned ragged. “Hell, I’m gonna finish soon, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice rough with need. “Gonna fill you up too, make you feel me inside. You want that, right?”
“Please, yes,” you whispered, and with a final deep thrust, he came hard, spilling inside you with a shuddering moan, forehead pressing to yours as he caught his breath. “So damn good, babe.” he murmured, kissing you softly before pulling out slow, stroking your hair with a gentle touch. “You’re doing amazing. Ready for Hyunjin?”
Hyunjin stepped up as Chan shifted aside, his touch firm and sure as he pulled you to straddle him on the couch. “Ride me, gorgeous,” he growled low, guiding your hips down onto his hard length, voice thick with desire. “I’ve been aching to feel you, to see you move on me. Show me how much you want this, babe, let me feel it all.”
You gasped at the stretch, hands gripping his shoulders as his fingers dug into your hips, helping you move slow and sensual. “Hell yeah, just like that,” he groaned, pulling you down for a messy, hungry kiss. “I’ve wanted this for so damn long, to have you riding me like this. Bet you’ve been craving it too, haven’t you, sweetheart?”
“Hyunjin, it’s so intense,” you moaned, voice breaking, and he smirked, thrusting up to meet you, hands roaming your back with firm strokes. “I know, babe, and you’re taking it so perfectly. I’ve been dying to make you feel this good, and now I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, lips trailing to your chest, sucking lightly at your skin. “Keep going, let me feel you come undone on me.”
Beside you, Felix leaned in, slamming his lips against Hyunjin’s in a heated kiss as you moved. “Damn, she looks so good on you,” Felix rasped, hand stroking himself with slow, deliberate motions. “I’ve been aching to touch her, to make her feel amazing. Can’t wait to get my turn.”
Hyunjin chuckled low, hands guiding your hips faster, eyes locked on yours with burning intensity. “Hear that, babe? We’ve all been waiting to make you feel incredible,” he growled, one hand sliding between you to rub at your clit with precise movements. “I wanna feel you tighten around me, let go for me. Squeeze me hard while I’m deep inside, yeah?”
“I’m—damn, I’m close,” you stammered, body trembling, and he nodded, thrusting harder. “That’s it, let go for me. I’ve been waiting to feel this,” he urged, voice thick, and the heat snapped, pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him, shaking as he groaned loud. “Hell yeah, that’s it. I’m gonna finish too, fill you up. You want it, babe?”
“Yes, Hyunjin, please,” you gasped, still reeling, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled deep inside, moaning against your neck as he held you close. “So damn perfect,” he panted, kissing your ear softly. “I’ve been dying to feel you like this. But I gotta let the others have their turn. You good?”
You nodded, breathless, as Felix pulled you off Hyunjin, guiding you to your knees on the floor with a hungry look. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough as he stroked himself, tip glistening with need. “I’ve been craving to feel you like this, and now I’m gonna take it slow, make you feel so good. I’ll be gentle, just need to feel that heat. Can you take me?”
You parted your lips, and he slid in slow, groaning at the warmth as he thrust gently, hands threading through your hair with a careful touch. “Damn, that’s so good,” he muttered, eyes locked on yours. “I’ve wanted to feel this mouth for so long. You look so hot taking me, babe. Bet you’re enjoying this, letting us have you like this?”
“Mmm,” you hummed around him, and he hissed, pace picking up just slightly. “Hell, that feels unreal—damn, you’re gonna make me lose it quick,” he groaned, thumbs brushing your cheeks with a soft touch. “I wanna see my finish on that gorgeous face, though. Can I pull out when I’m there? Mark you up a little?”
You nodded slightly, and he kept going, dragging out the pleasure, muttering low curses under his breath. “So damn beautiful, taking me like this. I’ve wanted this for too long, and now I can’t hold back much more,” he rasped, breaths shortening. “Hell, I’m there—gonna pull out.” He slid out, stroking fast as hot streaks hit your face, his groan rough as he watched. “Damn, that’s hot. You’re unreal, sweetheart,” he panted, kissing your forehead, wiping some away with a gentle touch. “Love seeing you like this. Still good for more?”
Han was next, helping you up before bending you over the arm of the couch with a firm grip. “My turn to feel that heat,” he growled, sliding into you with ease, the slick mess making it smooth as he groaned loud. “Damn, you’re so wet, already full from us. I’ve been dying to feel you, and now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good. Bet you’re loving this, aren’t you, babe?”
He started thrusting, steady and firm, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you back onto him with each stroke. “I’ve wanted this for so long, and now I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he muttered, kissing along your spine with hot, open-mouthed kisses. “You’re taking us so perfectly. You’re everything to us, sweetheart.”
Beside him, Minho leaned in, kissing Han hard as he kept fucking into you, their moans mixing with the rhythmic sound of skin on skin. “She’s so damn hot like this,” Han groaned against Minho’s lips. “I’ve been aching to make her feel this good, and now I can’t get enough.”
Han maintained his pace, dragging it out, each thrust deep and deliberate, hands sliding up to grip your shoulders. “Feel that, babe? Feel how much I’ve wanted you?” he rasped, slowing down to savor every inch. “Tell me it feels good. I need to hear it.”
“Han, it’s—damn, it’s so good,” you moaned, voice shaky, and he grunted, picking up speed again. “That’s what I wanna hear. Gonna finish soon. Want me to pull out, spill on that sexy back?” he asked, voice thick with need.
“Yeah, go for it,” you breathed, and after a few more hard thrusts, he pulled out, stroking himself as he spilled across your back, groaning long and low. “Hell, that’s hot,” he panted, kissing the nape of your neck softly. “You’re driving me wild, sweetheart. Ready for Changbin?”
Changbin stepped up, turning you over, laying you on your back on the couch, spreading your legs wide with a firm but careful touch. “Gonna take you deep now, babe,” he said, voice low as he pushed into you slow, groaning at the slick heat. “I’ve been craving to feel you like this, and now I’m gonna make you feel so damn good. You were made for us, weren’t you?”
His thrusts started slow but powerful, rocking you against the couch, eyes locked on yours with a fierce intensity. “Bet you love this, huh?” he muttered, leaning down for a deep, hungry kiss, tongue tangling with yours. “I’ve wanted to feel you for so long, and now I’m gonna make sure you can’t even walk after this. So damn hot seeing you like this.”
Beside him, Seungmin leaned in, kissing Changbin hard as he kept his rhythm steady. “She’s so damn gorgeous, taking us like this,” Changbin groaned against Seungmin’s lips. “Love sharing her with you guys, making her feel this good.”
He dragged it out, thumb brushing your clit with slow, deliberate circles to build you up as he thrust deep. “Wanna feel you come apart on me, babe. Can you do that for me?” he urged, eyes burning with intensity. “I’m close too, but I wanna feel you first.”
“Changbin, I’m—fuck, I’m there,” you gasped, arching as pleasure hit hard, clenching tight around him as he groaned, thrusts faltering. “Damn, that’s it. I’m gonna finish inside, fill you up,” he grunted, pushing deep as he came, shuddering against you, kissing you hard and messy. “So damn good. I love you,” he murmured before pulling out slow. “You’re holding up. Almost done, yeah?”
Seungmin helped you sit up, pulling you into his lap as he guided you down onto his length with a hungry, focused look. “Ride me, sweetheart,” he murmured, hands on your hips as you started moving, slow and intimate. “I’ve been aching to feel you like this, to see you move for me. Show me how much you want us, let me feel that heat.”
You rocked on him, body tired but still needing more, the closeness of his grip making your chest tighten. “Hell yeah, just like that,” he groaned, pulling Changbin in for a heated kiss as you rode him. “I’ve wanted to feel you for so long. She’s so perfect, isn’t she?”
He thrust up to meet you, hands sliding up your back, kissing you deep as he moved inside you. “I’ve got you, babe. Gonna make you feel so damn good,” he whispered against your lips. “Can feel you tightening again. Come with me, yeah? Let me feel that.”
“Seungmin, I—damn, yes,” you moaned, and he groaned, thrusts quickening as you both hit the edge, clenching around him as he spilled inside, holding you tight, kissing you through the wave. “So good, sweetheart. Damn, I love this,” he panted, stroking your sides gently. “One more. You’ve got this.”
Jeongin stepped up last, laying you on your back on the floor, settling between your legs with a burning gaze. “My turn, gorgeous,” he said, sliding into you slow, groaning at the slick, warm heat. “I’ve been craving to be the last one, to feel you after everyone else. Bet you love us taking our time with you, don’t you?”
He started slow, savoring each thrust, hands caressing your thighs with a tender touch, worshipping every inch. “So damn hot, seeing my friends take you like this,” he muttered, voice rough with want. “I’ve wanted to feel you for so long. Tell me you’re still feeling good, babe.”
“Jeongin, it’s—hell, it’s amazing,” you gasped, voice weak but honest, and he grinned, pace picking up as his hands gripped your hips. “Good, that’s what I wanna hear. Gonna finish soon. Wanna pull out, spill on that pretty stomach. That cool with you?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” you nodded, and after dragging it out with deep, slow thrusts, he pulled out, stroking fast as he spilled across your stomach, groaning long as he watched. “Damn, you look so hot, marked by us,” he panted, kissing you softly. “You’re unreal. I love you.”
They gathered around, breaths still heavy, eyes dark but softened with care as they looked at you—covered in their marks, spent, utterly theirs. Bang Chan crouched down, brushing a hand over your cheek. “Damn, you took us all, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough but warm. “Bet you loved every second of us making you feel this good, didn’t you?”
Minho chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Look at her, all worn out and still so damn beautiful,” he said, voice full of awe. “Bet she’s glad we finally showed her how much we wanted her.”
Hyunjin smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Hell yeah, she is. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching you take us like that,” he added, voice still thick with admiration.
Felix knelt beside you, wiping your face gently with a soft touch. “You’re our everything, babe,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “We want you. Always will, after wanting you like this for so long.”
You lay there, breathless, body buzzing from their touches, their words wrapping around you like a warm blanket as they sat close, hands brushing your skin, lips leaving soft kisses, murmuring sweet, dirty praises as they helped you come down, their presence grounding you after the overwhelming intensity of it all.
Description: Seungmin finds you hiding away from the party.
Pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 3k
The hum of the party outside vibrates through the walls of the dimly lit room, a stark contrast to the charged stillness within. You’ve been to a dozen of these gatherings before—crowded, sweaty bashes thrown by mutual friends in cramped apartments—but tonight feels different, electric, like the air itself is laced with something dangerous. It’s been weeks since you last saw Seungmin, though the memory of your last encounter still lingers, a forbidden thrill that’s haunted your quieter moments. You hadn’t planned on seeing him here, but the second you spotted him across the room, all lean angles and dark intensity, your pulse had spiked in a way that betrayed every rational thought.
You slip into the small side room—a cramped storage space barely big enough for two, cluttered with boxes and forgotten coats—seeking a moment to breathe away from the chaos of the party. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the thumping bass and drunken laughter, but the silence doesn’t last. It’s only a heartbeat later when the door creaks open again, and there he is: Seungmin, his presence filling the tiny space like a storm cloud, heavy and inevitable. His dark eyes lock onto yours with that quiet intensity you’ve come to crave, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he steps closer, the faint scent of his cologne—something sharp and woody—mixing with the lingering perfume of the room.
“Didn’t expect to find you hiding out,” he says, his voice low, teasing, but there’s a rough edge to it, like he’s been holding something back all night. He’s close enough now that you can feel the warmth radiating off him, and when he leans in, his lips brush the bare curve of your shoulder, sending a jolt straight down your spine. “You’re… distracting me,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin, his words laced with a softness that catches you off guard.
His hands find your sides, fingers grazing over the thin fabric of your outfit—tight black jeans and a cropped top that leaves just enough skin exposed to feel daring. His touch is tentative at first, testing, but then his grip tightens, deliberate and possessive, as if he’s mapping every curve, every reaction, with insatiable curiosity. You’ve known Seungmin for months now, ever since a mutual friend dragged you both to a late-night diner run after a concert. Back then, he was just the quiet guy with sharp wit and a disarming smile, someone who seemed out of reach with his guarded demeanor. But over time, the walls came down—stolen glances turned into lingering touches, casual conversations into late-night texts that stretched into the early hours. And then there was that night two weeks ago, after another party much like this one, where boundaries blurred in a haze of cheap beer and unspoken want, leaving you both reeling with the taste of something you couldn’t quite name.
Now, in this cramped, secret world of a room, the risk and thrill amplify everything. The pulse of the party beyond the door only heightens the heat building between you, making every brush of his lips along your shoulder, every fleeting touch, feel like a dangerous game. Yet there’s a tenderness in Seungmin’s gaze, in the slow way he moves, that twists something deep in your chest, something more than just lust.
“Shouldn’t we be out there?” you tease, tilting your head to meet his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. Your voice is light, but there’s a challenge woven into it, daring him to push further, to cross that line again.
He chuckles, the sound low and smooth, as his lips hover near your ear, sending a shiver through you. “They’ll survive without us. But I don’t think I can survive another minute without touching you.” It’s a quiet confession, raw and unguarded, and before you can respond, his mouth is on your neck, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin. His teeth graze lightly, just enough to draw a gasp from your lips, and his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you flush against him so you can feel the hard line of his body, the evidence of his want pressing against you through his jeans.
“You’re trouble,” you whisper, half-laughing, but your breath hitches as his hands slip under the hem of your top, his calloused palms warm and rough against the bare skin of your waist. Your fingers thread through his dark hair, tugging gently as his kisses trail lower, dipping toward the hollow of your collarbone, each touch stoking the fire in your core.
“Only for you,” he shoots back, voice husky now, eyes glinting with mischief as he lifts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. It’s slow at first, almost exploratory, his tongue brushing against yours with a languid rhythm that makes your knees weak. But then the kiss deepens, turning hungry and desperate, a clash of teeth and need as you both stumble backward until your back hits the wall. The cool surface is a jarring contrast to the heat of his body pressed against yours, his chest firm against your softer curves, his hands roaming with purpose.
His fingers dance along your sides, sliding up to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your top, thumbs brushing over the stiffening peaks of your nipples with a teasing pressure that has you moaning softly into his mouth. He pulls back just enough to grin, lips swollen and glistening, his dark eyes searching yours. “You like that, huh?” he teases, tone cocky but laced with curiosity, like he’s cataloging every sound, every shiver, for future reference.
“Don’t get smug,” you retort, but the words lack any real bite as you arch into his touch, craving more of that delicious friction. He laughs, soft and low, before tugging your top up and over your head in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thud. His eyes darken as he takes you in, raking over the expanse of bare skin and the lacy black bra you’d chosen on a whim, not expecting it to be seen by anyone tonight—least of all him. The way he looks at you, like you’re a feast he’s been starving for, sends a thrill through your veins.
“Goddamn,” he mutters under his breath, almost to himself, as he dips his head to kiss the swell of your chest, lips trailing over the lace with a reverence that makes your heart stutter. His fingers work at the clasp with a deftness that surprises you, and soon the bra is gone, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze. He doesn’t waste a second, his mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud with a skill that has you gasping, while his hand kneads the other, rolling the peak between his thumb and finger, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
Your head tips back against the wall, a low moan escaping as heat pools between your thighs, your body already aching for more. “Seungmin,” you breathe, his name a plea on your lips, and it seems to spur him on, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist. The new angle presses his hardness against you more firmly, the bulge in his jeans grinding against your core through the layers of clothing, and you can’t help but rock your hips forward, chasing the friction with a desperation that borders on reckless.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groans, pulling back to look at you, cheeks flushed and eyes wild with want. His hair is mussed from your fingers, lips red and slick from kissing, and the sight of him so undone just for you sends another wave of heat through your body. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re as desperate as I am. I’ve been thinking about you for weeks—every damn night since the last time.”
His confession hits you like a punch, raw and unguarded, and it mirrors the ache you’ve carried since that night two weeks ago, when a drunken fumble in a dark hallway turned into something you couldn’t shake. You’d both agreed it was a one-time thing, a mistake fueled by alcohol and bad decisions, but the memory of his hands on you, his whispered words against your skin, had kept you awake more nights than you’d admit. “I want it,” you admit, voice rough with need as you hold his gaze. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. His hands move to the waistband of your jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper before yanking them down along with your underwear in one rough motion, leaving you exposed and trembling under his stare. The cool air of the room prickles against your heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the burn of his gaze as he drinks you in, breath ragged, like he’s barely holding himself together. He takes a step back for just a moment, shedding his own shirt to reveal the lean, toned lines of his body—pale skin stretched over muscle, a scattering of faint freckles across his shoulders that you hadn’t noticed before. Your hands reach for him instinctively, tracing the firm planes of his chest, the slight dip of his abs, until you’re fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to even the score.
He helps you, kicking off his clothes until you’re both bare, skin against skin, the heat between you almost unbearable. His fingers dip between your thighs, finding you already slick with want, and he lets out a sharp hiss of breath, his eyes darkening further. “You’re soaked,” he says, voice rough with awe as he slides a finger inside you, curling it just right to make you whimper. “All for me? Shit, that’s hot.”
“All for you,” you gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he adds a second finger, stretching you with slow, deliberate thrusts that have your hips bucking against his hand. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with a pressure that builds the pleasure in your core to a near-breaking point, your breath coming in short, ragged pants as you struggle to stay grounded.
“I need to taste you first,” he mutters, withdrawing his fingers and dropping to his knees before you can protest. The sight of him there, looking up at you with a wicked smirk as he licks his fingers clean, nearly undoes you on the spot. “You taste so fucking good,” he growls, and then his mouth is on you, tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that has your knees buckling. He grips your hips to hold you steady, sucking and licking like he’s starving for you, the wet heat of his mouth driving you closer to the edge with every stroke.
“Seungmin, oh my god,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair as your head tips back, the wall the only thing keeping you upright. He hums against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body, and when he slips two fingers back inside, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his tongue works you over, it’s too much. The coil in your core snaps without warning, and you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you in shuddering waves, your thighs trembling as he works you through it, drawing out every last pulse until you’re gasping for breath.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that smirk still in place as he pulls you into a messy, heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only stokes the fire again, your body already aching for more despite the aftershocks still rippling through you. “I need to be inside you,” he says against your mouth, voice raw with urgency. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“Then do it,” you challenge, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. The tip of his cock brushes against your entrance, slick and hot, and you both groan at the contact, the anticipation a sharp edge that cuts through the haze of pleasure. He pauses, looking into your eyes, a silent question hanging between you, and you nod, desperate for him to close the distance, to fill the ache that’s been building since the moment he walked into the room.
He pushes in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you open until he’s fully seated inside you, the fullness so intense it borders on pain. You cling to him, nails digging into the taut muscle of his back as you adjust to the feeling, your inner walls fluttering around him. “You okay?” he asks, voice tight with restraint, forehead resting against yours as he fights to hold still, giving you time.
“More than okay,” you manage, rolling your hips to urge him on, the slight movement drawing a low groan from his throat. “Move, Seungmin. Please, I need you to move.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts start slow, deliberate, each one dragging against your walls in a way that makes sparks dance behind your eyelids. But soon the pace quickens, his hips snapping against yours with a force that rattles the wall behind you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with your gasps and his low, guttural moans. The angle is perfect, the head of his cock brushing against that spot deep inside you with every thrust, building the pressure in your core all over again.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, lips finding your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave marks you’ll have to hide tomorrow. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin, a sharp sting that only adds to the storm of sensation. “So tight, so fucking perfect for me. I could do this all night.”
You can’t form coherent words, your mind hazy with pleasure as he hits that spot over and over, relentless in his rhythm. Your hands roam over his back, his shoulders, tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, needing more, needing everything. “Harder,” you gasp out, barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing, and he obliges, driving into you with a ferocity that makes your toes curl, each thrust pushing you closer to another edge.
“Look at me,” he demands suddenly, voice raw and commanding, and you force your eyes open to meet his. The intensity in his gaze nearly undoes you, a mix of lust and something softer, something raw that makes your heart stutter even as your body races toward release. “I want to see you when you come. I want to know it’s because of me, only me.”
His words tip you closer, each syllable a spark that ignites the fire in your veins, and when his hand slips between you to rub tight, slick circles over your clit, it’s too much. The coil in your core snaps again, harder this time, and you cry out, your second orgasm crashing over you in waves so intense they leave you trembling, clenching around him as he fucks you through it, drawing out every shudder, every whimper. “Seungmin!” you gasp, voice breaking with the force of it, and he groans, movements stuttering as he chases his own release, the tight, pulsing heat of your body pushing him to the brink.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” He doesn’t finish the sentence, grip tightening on your hips as he buries himself deep one last time, cock pulsing as he comes, spilling hot and thick inside you. You feel every twitch, every shudder, as he rides out his climax, breath hot and ragged against your skin, his body trembling with the intensity of it.
For a long moment, you stay like that, tangled together against the wall, both panting, limbs heavy with the afterglow. He presses lazy kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, your lips, each one softer than the last, a quiet contrast to the ferocity of moments before. Finally, he pulls back to look at you with a lopsided grin, hair damp with sweat, eyes still dark but warm with affection. “That was… fucking incredible,” he says, voice rough but laced with something tender. “Better than I remembered. Better than I imagined all those nights I couldn’t sleep thinking about you.”
You laugh breathlessly, fingers brushing through his messy hair as your heart rate slowly steadies. “Yeah, it was. Think anyone out there missed us?”
“If they did, they’ll get over it,” he replies, stealing one more slow, lingering kiss before carefully setting you down on shaky legs. The ache between your thighs is a delicious reminder of what just happened, and as you both start to gather your scattered clothes, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining briefly. “But I’m not done with you yet. How about we sneak out the back? I know a quiet spot nearby—a little diner that’s open all night. We can grab a bite, cool off… or heat things up again in the bathroom if we can’t wait.”
His suggestion sends a fresh jolt of excitement through you, the idea of sneaking away together, of prolonging this reckless night with something as mundane as greasy food followed by another round of stolen intimacy, making your pulse race all over again. “A diner, huh? You trying to romance me now, Seungmin?” you tease, pulling your top back on as you smirk at him.
He grins, tugging his shirt over his head, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanna see how you look with pancake syrup on your lips before I lick it off. Your call.”
You laugh, heat creeping up your cheeks at the blatant suggestion, but you’re already nodding, hooked on the promise of more time with him, more chances to explore this pull between you. “Alright, let’s go. But you’re paying if we get caught fooling around in the bathroom.”
“Deal,” he says with a wink, slipping his hand into yours again as you both slip out of the small room, navigating through the thumping chaos of the party toward the back exit. The night air hits your skin as you step outside, cool and sharp, but his warmth beside you keeps the fire alive, a smirk playing on your lips as you head into the unknown, ready for whatever comes next.
Description: Hot shot Changbin wants to have his way with you in the back of his lambo.
Pairing: Changbin x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 3.2k
The city’s underground racing scene is a world of its own, a gritty, neon-soaked underbelly where the rules are written in tire marks and the stakes are as high as the revving engines. You’ve known Changbin for over a year now, a connection forged in the heat of late-night drag races on the industrial outskirts of town. The first time you saw him was under the harsh glare of sodium lights, the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline thick in the air. He was leaning against his sleek, blacked-out ride—a beast of a car with tinted windows and a growl that matched his presence. His biceps flexed as he adjusted a wrench in his hand, dark eyes scanning the crowd of leather jackets and souped-up vehicles until they locked onto yours. That gaze was piercing, unapologetic, pinning you in place as a slow, predatory smirk spread across his lips. He didn’t approach right away, though. He waited until after his race, adrenaline still coursing through him, his car still smoking from the win, to saunter over and offer you a ride home. The tension in that car was suffocating—his hand brushed yours on the gear shift, his low voice cutting through the hum of the engine like a blade. Since then, these clandestine meetups—late-night drives, hidden alleys, stolen moments in the shadows—have become your shared addiction, a drug neither of you can quit.
Now, under the flickering glow of a broken streetlight in a deserted industrial lot, the city’s distant pulse is barely a whisper against the raw energy crackling between you. His car is parked in the darkest corner of the lot, the engine idling with a deep, predatory rumble that vibrates through the sleek leather interior of the backseat where you wait. Every thrum of the motor syncs with the racing beat of your heart, each passing second thickening the anticipation in the confined space. The streetlight casts jagged streaks of light across Changbin’s sharp features as he shifts closer to you, highlighting the raw hunger in his dark eyes. His presence is a force—magnetic, commanding, pulling you in without resistance. He’s still wearing the tight black tee and ripped jeans from earlier, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame, sweat from the night’s race still glistening on his skin. His scent hits you as he leans in—salt and metal, mixed with the faint bitterness of the energy drink he’d been sipping, a cocktail of pure, unadulterated masculinity.
His hands find your waist first, gripping hard, possessive, as he tugs you toward him with a strength that leaves no room for hesitation. His lips crash against yours, hot and demanding, the kiss tasting of that bitter energy drink and the sweat of victory, a messy, urgent clash of tongue and teeth that sets your nerves ablaze. It’s not gentle—it’s a claim, a silent declaration that tonight, you’re his to devour. Your breath hitches as his tongue pushes deeper, exploring with a greedy intensity that makes your head spin, the heat of his mouth stealing the air from your lungs.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growls against your lips, voice rough with need, the words vibrating through you and sending a shiver down your spine. There’s a bold, protective edge to his tone, filling the tight space of the car with an intimacy that makes the rest of the world disappear. Every touch is raw, charged with a desperation that mirrors your own, like he’s been craving this just as much as you have since the last time you collided in a haze of lust and adrenaline. The distant hum of the city vanishes, replaced by the heat building between you, the slick leather sticking to your skin under your thin tank top and denim shorts, and the electric thrill of being consumed by his fierce, unrestrained energy.
You press into him, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle under the tight fabric of his shirt, the heat of his body searing through to your fingertips. “Then show me,” you challenge, voice dripping with playful defiance as you nip at his bottom lip, just hard enough to elicit a low, primal sound from his throat. His eyes darken instantly, a wicked grin flashing across his face as his grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips through the thin material of your top, the pressure promising bruises you’ll wear like trophies tomorrow.
“Careful what you ask for,” he mutters, tone low and dangerous, a warning wrapped in lust as he maneuvers you onto his lap in one fluid, effortless motion. You’re straddling him now, the leather creaking under your combined weight, the sudden closeness stealing what little breath you had left. Your knees press into the seat on either side of his thighs, and you can feel him through his jeans—hard, thick, and pressing insistently against your core through the thin barrier of your shorts. The contact sends a jolt of heat straight through you, pooling low in your belly as your pulse races even faster. His hands slip under your tank top, rough, calloused palms dragging up your sides with a deliberate slowness, leaving trails of fire on your bare skin as he explores every inch he can reach, thumbs brushing just under the edge of your bra to tease the sensitive skin there.
“Damn, you’re already so warm,” he rasps, lips trailing off yours to drag hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw to the column of your neck. He sucks hard at the tender spot just below your ear, the sharp sting of his teeth grazing your pulse point drawing a gasp from your lips. You feel the heat of the mark he’s leaving, a possessive brand you know will linger, and it only fuels the fire. Your fingers thread through his thick, dark hair, tugging lightly as you tilt your head to give him more access, each bite and lick stoking the ache building between your thighs. Your hips rock against him on instinct, grinding down to feel more of that hardness, and he groans into your skin, the sound raw and hungry, vibrating straight through you.
“Already can’t wait, huh?” he teases, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze molten with desire, pupils blown wide as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. His hands yank your tank top up and over your head in a single, impatient move, tossing it carelessly into the front seat where it lands with a soft thud. The cool air of the car bites at your exposed skin, raising goosebumps instantly, but it’s nothing compared to the searing heat of his stare as it rakes over you, lingering on the delicate black lace of your bra, the thin fabric doing little to hide the way your nipples strain against it. His hands are there in a heartbeat, cupping you through the material, thumbs brushing over those taut peaks with a teasing pressure that sends sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through you, straight to your core.
“Binnie,” you breathe, voice trembling as he pinches lightly through the lace, the sensation sharp enough to make you squirm in his lap, the friction of his jeans against you only heightening the need. You grind down harder, desperate for more, and his grip tightens, one hand sliding down to your ass, squeezing the flesh there as he guides your movements, pulling you against him with a rhythm that matches the pulse of your desire.
“Say it again,” he demands, voice thick with want as his other hand slips under the edge of your bra, shoving the fabric up to expose you fully to his hungry gaze. Your breasts spill free, and his eyes darken further, a low curse slipping from his lips as he takes you in. His mouth descends immediately, hot and wet as he wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud with relentless precision. The dual assault of his mouth and the rough pad of his thumb rolling over your other nipple has you squirming, back arching as pleasure spikes through you, heat pooling faster between your legs with every pull of his lips, every graze of his teeth.
“Binnie,” you moan, louder this time, the sound breaking as your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails biting into him through his shirt while you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction against his clothed erection. He hums against your skin, the vibration driving you wild as he switches to the other side, lavishing it with the same rough, hungry attention—sucking, licking, lightly biting until you’re a whimpering mess above him, core throbbing with an ache that begs for more.
“Fuck, keep moving just like that,” he growls, pulling back to watch you through hooded lids, his breath ragged and lips glistening from his assault on your chest. His hands roam everywhere—gripping your hips, sliding over your thighs, tracing up your bare back—like he’s trying to memorize every curve, every inch of you. He tugs his own shirt off in a quick, impatient jerk, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs, skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the race earlier. You can’t resist running your hands over him, fingers tracing the hard ridges of muscle, the slight dip of his navel, until they settle at the waistband of his jeans, itching to free what you’ve been grinding against.
“Need more of you,” he mutters, voice rough as his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts with a sense of urgency. You lift your hips just enough for him to drag them down, along with your matching black lace underwear, the fabric catching briefly on your thighs before he yanks them free and tosses them aside into the shadowy depths of the car. The leather is cool against your bare ass and thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him as he takes you in, eyes raking over every inch of your exposed body with unapologetic hunger, like he’s starved for the sight of you.
“Shit, you’re perfect,” he says, voice raw, almost reverent, as his hands glide up your inner thighs, spreading them wider over his lap, positioning you exactly how he wants. His fingers tease closer to where you ache most, brushing just shy of your slick heat, and you whine low in your throat, shifting to chase his touch, the desperation evident in every twitch of your hips. He smirks, clearly loving how needy you’re getting, how your body betrays the depth of your want. “Tell me what you need, baby. I wanna hear it.”
“You,” you pant, hands working at his belt with shaky urgency, fumbling with the buckle before he takes over, his own impatience showing. “I need you inside me. Right fucking now.” Your voice is raw, dripping with desperation, and it flips a switch in him. He shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself, the heavy length of him springing up, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum that makes your mouth water despite the ache between your thighs screaming for relief. The sight of him—so ready, so desperate for you—only intensifies the throbbing need deep in your core.
“Come here,” he commands, voice low and authoritative, leaving no room for argument as he guides you over him with firm hands on your hips. His grip steadies you as you hover for a moment, the tip of him brushing against your entrance, slick and hot, teasing the promise of what’s to come. You both groan at the fleeting contact, the anticipation a sharp edge that cuts through the haze of lust clouding your minds. He pauses, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, a silent question hanging between you, and you nod, desperate for him to close the distance, to fill the aching void inside you.
He doesn’t make you wait long. His hands guide you down slowly, torturously, as you lower yourself onto him, feeling the stretch as he fills you inch by agonizing inch, the thickness of him splitting you open in a way that’s both painful and perfect. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, head tipping back as your body adjusts to the intrusion, inner walls fluttering and clenching around him as you take him to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming, a deep, pulsing pressure that borders on too much, and yet you crave more, the slight burn melting into pleasure as your hips settle flush against his.
“Fuck, so tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched tight, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he watches you settle fully on him, his cock buried deep inside you. His fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks, but the sting only adds to the heat, a delicious edge to the pleasure. Your hands brace on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths, the heat of his skin searing into your palms as you try to ground yourself, lost in the feel of him stretching you so completely, hitting spots inside you that make your toes curl.
“Move with me,” you murmur, voice breathy as you lean forward to capture his lips in a sloppy, hungry kiss, all tongue and desperation as you start to roll your hips experimentally. The angle drags him against every sensitive spot inside you, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure with each slow grind, and he meets your rhythm instantly, thrusting up with equal force. The car sways faintly with your movements, leather creaking beneath you, the windows already beginning to fog as the air grows thick with heat, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the lingering trace of gasoline from his earlier race.
“Harder,” he mutters against your mouth, voice dripping with need as one hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, slow circles over the swollen bud. The added touch sends a shockwave through you, your rhythm faltering as you moan into his kiss, the dual sensation of his cock dragging against your walls and his fingers working you over pushing you closer to the edge with alarming speed.
“Like this?” you gasp, hands bracing harder on his chest as you pick up the pace, slamming down onto him with every roll of your hips, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the tight space. His fingers speed up in time with your movements, stroking your clit with a precision that has your thighs trembling, while his other hand grips your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down deeper, rougher, until every thrust feels like it’s splitting you apart in the best way possible. The stretch, the pressure, the heat of him filling you—it’s all-consuming, each stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside that makes your vision blur with white-hot pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groans, head tipping back against the seat, exposing the column of his throat as his control frays, the hard lines of his face taut with strain. His hips snap up to meet every downward thrust, rough and relentless, the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car, mingling with your gasps and his low, guttural moans. Sweat beads on his forehead, trickling down his temple, his chest heaving as he watches you ride him, eyes locked on where your bodies join, the sight of him disappearing into you over and over again clearly driving him wild. “You feel so goddamn good, taking me like this. Fucking made for me.”
“Binnie, I’m close,” you whimper, voice breaking as your thighs burn with the effort, trembling as the pressure builds to a breaking point. Every thrust, every flick of his fingers over your clit, drives you higher, the edge so close you can taste it, a tight coil of heat winding tighter and tighter in your core. Your nails dig into his shoulders, grounding yourself as your body starts to shake, the pleasure bordering on unbearable, sharp and all-encompassing.
“Me too,” he rasps, voice strained, thick with desperation as his thrusts grow erratic, harder, deeper, losing the steady rhythm as his own release builds. His fingers press harder against your clit, circling faster, the pressure perfect and punishing as he growls, “Come with me. Let go, baby. I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.” His words are the final push, raw and commanding, shattering the last thread of control you had. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sharp and devastating, ripping a ragged cry from your throat as your walls clench tight around him, pulsing and fluttering with every wave of pleasure that crashes through you. Your body convulses, hips jerking uncontrollably as the heat spreads from your core to every nerve, leaving you trembling, gasping for air.
He follows right behind, the tight, spasming heat of your body dragging him over the edge with a deep, guttural groan that vibrates through his chest. His hips jerk up hard one last time, burying himself as deep as he can as he comes, spilling hot and thick inside you, the warmth of it intensifying the aftershocks still rippling through your oversensitive body. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you down against him as he rides out his climax, each twitch of his cock inside you drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips until he stills, both of you spent, panting in the heavy, humid air of the car.
You collapse against him, forehead pressing to his sweat-slicked shoulder as your breaths mingle, bodies slick and sticky with perspiration and the aftermath of your shared high. His hands soften on your hips, sliding up your back in slow, soothing strokes as he presses lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, the tenderness a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. The car is stifling now, windows completely fogged, the confined space heavy with the heady scent of sex and the lingering adrenaline that still hums faintly in your veins.
“Shit, that was insane,” he mutters against your skin, voice hoarse but laced with a deep satisfaction as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. A low chuckle escapes him, the sound vibrating through you as his hands wander aimlessly, tracing the curve of your spine, the dip of your waist. “You’ve got me fucked up, you know that? Can’t get enough of this—of you.”
You smirk, still catching your breath as you thread your fingers through his damp hair, tugging lightly to pull his head back so you can meet his gaze. “Good. I like you a little messed up, Binnie,” you tease, voice soft but carrying an edge of mischief as you shift just enough to feel him still inside you, a subtle reminder of how thoroughly you’ve both unraveled each other. His eyes are still dark, heavy-lidded, but there’s a warmth there now, a quiet intensity beneath the lingering lust that makes your chest tighten in a way you don’t quite want to name.
He grins, pulling you down for a slow, lingering kiss, less urgent but just as deep, his tongue sliding lazily against yours as if he’s savoring the taste of you all over again. “Stick around, then. ‘Cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he murmurs against your lips, hands wandering again, sliding down to grip your thighs with a firmness that promises more. His touch reignites a spark of heat low in your belly, even as your body still hums with the echoes of your release, and outside, the city’s distant lights flicker through the steamed-up windows, the night still young, still brimming with dangerous possibility around you.
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The city lights stretch beneath you, a glittering sea of motion, while the cool night air brushes against your bare arms, sending a faint shiver through your body. You’ve known Jeongin for months now, ever since you bumped into him—quite literally—at a crowded downtown café. What started as an awkward apology over spilled coffee turned into late-night texts, spontaneous meetups, and a tension that’s been simmering just under the surface. Tonight, though, feels different. He invited you to his apartment for a quiet dinner, but the charged looks over dessert hinted at something more. Now, standing on his balcony high above the bustling streets, the unspoken desire between you feels ready to ignite.
Jeongin presses close behind you, his warmth a stark contrast to the evening chill as his hands trace over your shoulders with a teasing curiosity, fingertips barely grazing your skin. The touch is light, almost taunting, but it’s enough to spark a fire deep in your core. You’ve felt this pull with him before, in fleeting glances and playful banter, but never this intense, never this close to tipping over the edge.
“Careful, someone might see…” he murmurs, his voice low and playful, lips brushing the edge of your ear before he nips lightly at it. The sensation sends a jolt through you, and you feel the heat of his mischievous grin against your neck. That mix of playfulness and boldness makes your heart race faster than the cars zooming through the streets below, their distant hum fading into irrelevance.
The balcony feels like a private arena now, the rest of the world a mere backdrop to the heat building between you. Every slow brush of his fingers down your arms, every soft bite along the curve of your neck, crackles like electricity, as if the night itself is pushing you to surrender to him completely. You lean back against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat, and he chuckles softly, his breath hot on your skin.
“What, you’re not scared of a little audience, are you?” he teases, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, pressing insistently against your lower back, and it makes your breath hitch. “I bet you like the idea. Getting caught out here, with me doing whatever I want to you.”
“Maybe I do,” you reply, turning your head just enough to catch his eye, your voice a little shaky but laced with challenge. His grin widens, and he spins you around to face him, pressing you back against the balcony railing. The cool metal bites into your skin through your thin dress, but you barely notice, too caught up in the way his dark eyes devour you.
“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he mutters, his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing just under the swell of your breasts. He leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue pushing past to tangle with yours, tasting and claiming. You moan softly into his mouth, hands gripping his shirt as he deepens the kiss, his hips grinding against yours so you can feel every inch of his need.
“Look at you, already squirming,” he says with a smirk as he pulls back, his breath ragged. His hands move lower, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, inching it up your thighs. The night air hits your exposed skin, but the heat of his touch counteracts it as he traces the edge of your panties. “Already wet for me, huh?”
“Don’t act like you’re not dying to find out,” you shoot back, and he laughs, a low, rough sound that sends a thrill through you. His fingers dip under the fabric, stroking lightly over your folds, the touch teasing, too light to satisfy. You squirm against him, needing more, and he grins wider, clearly enjoying your frustration.
“Don’t tease,” you breathe, your voice a desperate whisper, and he leans in close, lips brushing your ear again.
“Say please, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he taunts, circling your clit with the barest pressure, making your hips buck involuntarily.
“Jeongin, please,” you gasp, cheeks flushing at the thought of being so exposed, yet the thrill only amplifies your need. “Touch me. I need it.”
“That’s better,” he growls, and without another word, he pushes two fingers into you, the sudden stretch making you gasp aloud. He pumps them slowly at first, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your knees weak, his thumb working your clit in tight circles. Your head falls back against the railing, a moan slipping out as you grip his shoulders, trying to stay grounded while pleasure builds rapidly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, watching your face with a hungry intensity, like he’s memorizing every reaction. His free hand moves up to tug at the strap of your dress, pulling it down to expose your shoulder, then lower until your chest is bare to him. The cool air hardens your nipples instantly, and he doesn’t hesitate, leaning down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers keep their relentless pace.
“Jeongin,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the dual sensation of his mouth and hand pushes you closer to the edge. He bites down lightly on your nipple, just enough to make you jolt, then soothes it with his tongue, switching to the other side while his fingers speed up, the slick sound of them moving inside you mixing with the distant city noise.
“You’re gonna come for me soon, aren’t you?” he says, lifting his head to kiss along your jaw, his voice rough with lust. “I can feel it. You’re squeezing my fingers so damn tight. Let go for me, right here, out in the open.”
“Keep going, don’t stop,” you plead, and he doesn’t, adding a third finger, stretching you further as his thumb presses harder on your clit. The pressure builds to a breaking point, and the orgasm hits hard, a wave of pleasure crashing through you, making your legs tremble as you cry out, clinging to him for support. Your walls pulse around his fingers, and he keeps moving them, drawing out every shudder until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean while holding your gaze. “Taste so fucking good. But I’m nowhere near done with you. I wanna feel you around me, wanna take my time with you.”
“Then do it,” you challenge, voice husky, still catching your breath, but the heat in his eyes reignites your own desire. His grin turns feral as he steps back just enough to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing himself. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, hard and thick, and he smirks at your reaction.
“Like what you see?” he teases, stepping closer again, hands gripping your hips to lift you slightly. You wrap your legs around his waist, the railing supporting your back as he positions himself at your entrance, the tip brushing against you, slick and teasing. “Hold on tight. I’m gonna take this nice and slow at first, make you feel every inch.”
“Don’t hold back,” you reply, locking eyes with him, and that’s all the permission he needs. He pushes into you in one slow, deliberate thrust, filling you completely. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he groans low in his throat, holding still for a moment to let you adjust.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, his voice strained as he starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm. The angle hits just right, every stroke dragging against that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, the night air cool against your heated skin, and the thrill of being so exposed only heightens every sensation.
“Jeongin, harder,” you beg, your voice breaking as pleasure coils tight in your core again. He doesn’t hesitate, picking up the pace, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re sure they’ll leave marks. Each thrust is forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely audible over the city’s hum, and he leans in to bite at your neck, marking you as his.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he growls against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Anyone could look up right now, see you getting fucked like this. You love that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you moan, the thought sending another spike of heat through you, your body tightening around him. “I love it. Keep going, deeper.”
“Oh, I’ll give you deeper,” he promises, shifting slightly to adjust the angle, pulling one of your legs higher over his hip. The new position lets him thrust even harder, hitting places inside you that make your toes curl. You whimper with every movement, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the flex of his muscles as he moves, the heat of his skin under your fingertips only adding to the sensory overload.
“Feel that?” he asks, voice low and rough as he slows down for a moment, grinding into you with a deliberate roll of his hips that makes you gasp. “I’m gonna make sure you feel me for days. You’re mine tonight, every damn inch of you.”
“Prove it,” you pant, egging him on, and his eyes flash with something dangerous and hungry. He speeds up again, thrusts becoming almost relentless, but he keeps switching the pace—slow and deep, then fast and hard—keeping you on edge, never letting you predict what’s next. His hand slides between you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles that make your body jerk against him.
“You’re so close, I can tell,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a teasing almost-kiss. “I wanna feel you come on me. Squeeze me tight, let me see how much you want this.”
“Jeongin, I can’t hold on,” you whimper, the combined pressure of his cock and fingers driving you to the brink. He keeps pushing, relentless, whispering dirty encouragements in your ear, his voice rough with his own building need.
“Then don’t. Come for me, now,” he orders, and that’s it. The second orgasm slams into you, harder than the first, a tidal wave of pleasure that whites out your vision as your body convulses, walls clenching tight around him. You cry out loud, not caring who might hear, your nails raking down his back as you cling to him, trembling through the aftershocks.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, his rhythm faltering as he feels you pulsing around him. “I’m right there with you, gonna come inside you.” He manages a few more deep thrusts, dragging out your pleasure, before he buries himself as far as he can go. You feel him release, hot and intense, pulsing inside you as his grip on your hips tightens, holding you flush against him. His low, guttural moan vibrates against your neck as he rides out his own climax, his breaths ragged and heavy.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, just holding onto each other, the afterglow wrapping around you like a warm haze as the city continues its endless buzz below. Your legs are still shaky as he carefully helps you down, keeping a steadying hand on your waist while he adjusts your dress, his touch now gentle, almost reverent.
“Damn, I didn’t expect tonight to end like this,” he admits with a breathless laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he looks at you, a softer edge to his usual mischief. “But I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks. Couldn’t hold back anymore.”
“Glad you didn’t,” you reply, still catching your breath, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”
He grins, pulling you close again, but this time it’s slower, more intimate, as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good thing we’ve got the rest of the night, then. ‘Cause I’m not done making moves. Let’s take this inside—got a bed that’s calling our names.”
“Lead the way,” you say, and he takes your hand, the promise of more hanging heavy in the air as you step back into the warmth of his apartment, the city lights still glittering behind you.
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Description: You and Jisung are in a fitting room but you just look too good to not enjoy.
Pairing: Jisung x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 2k
You’re standing in the middle of a bustling department store, the hum of chatter and the clink of shopping carts filling the air as you weave through racks of clothes. It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, and you’ve convinced Jisung to come shopping with you, though he’s been dragging his feet the whole time, more interested in sneaking glances at you than picking out anything for himself. He’s been your best friend since high school, but lately, there’s been this undercurrent of tension between you—lingering touches, flirty comments, stolen looks that make your heart race for reasons you can’t quite explain. Today, though, something feels different. Charged. Like the air itself is crackling with unspoken want.
You’ve picked out a few shirts to try on, and as you head toward the fitting rooms, Jisung trails behind, his hands shoved in his pockets but his eyes glued to you. “You’re really gonna make me wait out here while you parade around in cute outfits?” he teases, his voice carrying that playful lilt that always makes you smirk.
“Who said I’m parading for you?” you shoot back, glancing over your shoulder with a raised brow. “Maybe I just wanna look good for myself.”
“Oh, come on,” he grins, stepping closer as you reach the fitting room area. “You know I’m your best critic. Let me in. I’ll be good. Promise.” His tone is light, but there’s a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip.
You roll your eyes but nod toward the fitting room, pushing aside the flimsy curtain and stepping into the cramped space. The faint smell of fabric softener and detergent hangs in the air, and the harsh store lights filter through the gaps in the curtain, casting sharp shadows on the cheap plaster walls. It’s barely big enough for one person, let alone two, but Jisung ducks in behind you anyway, ignoring the unspoken rules of personal space. He’s holding one of the shirts you picked out, pretending to inspect it, but his fingers brush against your arm as he hands it over, the touch lingering just long enough to send a shiver through you.
“Try this one first,” he says, his voice softer now, almost intimate in the tight space. He steps closer, ostensibly to help you with the shirt, but his hands graze your sides as he does, light and teasing, making your knees feel like jelly. “You don’t need the mirror,” he murmurs, leaning in so his breath tickles your ear. “I can see how amazing you look.”
You laugh, though it comes out breathy, your pulse quickening at his words. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, you know,” you manage, but your voice betrays the heat creeping up your neck.
“Won’t it?” he chuckles, his shy smile at odds with the boldness of his touch. He’s so close now, the heat of his body pressing against yours in the confined space, and every accidental brush—his hip against yours, his fingers skimming your waist—feels deliberate, electric. The tiny room seems to shrink even more, the walls closing in until it’s just the two of you, your racing heartbeats the only sound louder than the muffled store noise outside.
He tilts his head, lips hovering near your ear, and whispers, “You’re killing me in this thing already, and you haven’t even put it on.” His playful tone is laced with something darker, hungrier, and when his lips graze the sensitive skin just below your ear, a jolt of heat shoots straight to your core. The fitting room doesn’t feel small anymore—it feels like a hidden world, a secret space where the rules don’t apply.
“Jisung,” you half-laugh, half-warn, your body instinctively arching into his touch despite your words. “Someone’s gonna hear us. Or see us. We can’t—”
“Let ‘em,” he cuts in, voice low and rough as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your neck. “I don’t care. Been thinking about this too long to stop now.” His hands slide up your sides, fingers dipping under the hem of your current shirt, the warmth of his touch against your bare skin making you gasp. “Have you? Thought about this, I mean. About us.”
You swallow hard, the honesty in his question catching you off guard. “Maybe,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I should’ve.”
“Good,” he groans, lips curling into a smirk against your skin as he kisses his way along your jaw. “Then we’re on the same page.” His hands push your shirt higher, exposing your midriff to the cool air, and his thumbs brush over the skin just above your waistband, teasing, testing. “Take this off. I wanna see you.”
Your hands tremble a little as you tug the shirt over your head, tossing it onto the bench. His eyes darken as they rake over you, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and the way he looks at you—like you’re the only thing that matters—makes your breath hitch. “Damn,” he mutters, stepping closer, his hands settling on your hips. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this?” you tease, though your voice wavers as his fingers trace slow circles on your skin.
“Every fucking day,” he admits, voice raw, and then his lips are on yours, hungry and desperate, the taste of him overwhelming as his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring with a kind of urgency that makes your head spin. You kiss him back just as hard, hands fisting in the front of his shirt to pull him closer, your bodies pressed flush against each other in the tight space. The cold wall behind you contrasts sharply with the heat of his chest against yours, and you can feel the hard lines of his body through his clothes, every movement sending sparks of need through you.
“God, you’re trouble,” he mutters between kisses, hands roaming over your hips, up your back, tangling in your hair as he presses you harder against the wall. His fingers find the clasp of your bra, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, a silent question in his eyes. You nod, biting your lip, and he unhooks it with a quick flick, letting the straps slide down your shoulders before tossing it aside. His gaze drops, and a low curse escapes him as he takes you in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Before you can respond, his mouth is on your chest, lips closing around a nipple, tongue swirling slow and deliberate while his hand kneads the other, thumb rolling over the sensitive peak. You gasp, head tipping back against the wall, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly as waves of pleasure ripple through you. “Jisung,” you moan softly, and he groans against your skin, the vibration making your thighs clench.
“Gotta be quiet, babe,” he murmurs, pulling back to flash you a wicked grin. “Unless you want the whole store knowing I’ve got my mouth on you.” The thought sends a thrill through you, even as you bite down harder on your lip to stifle the sounds. His free hand slides down your stomach, fingers teasing at the waistband of your skirt before dipping beneath it, brushing over the thin fabric of your panties.
“You’re soaked,” he growls, voice thick with need as he presses against the damp spot, making you squirm. “All this for me?” His fingers slip under the fabric, stroking along your folds, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes as he finds your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.
“Stop teasing,” you hiss, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more. He chuckles darkly, slipping a finger inside you, then another, stretching you with slow, deliberate pumps that make your toes curl.
“Impatient, huh?” he teases, but his own voice is strained, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you still as he works you open. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling faster now, and your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“Jisung, please,” you beg, voice barely a whisper. “I need you. Now.”
He pulls his hand away, and you almost whine at the loss, but then he’s undoing his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free himself. You glance down, breath catching at the sight of him—hard, thick, the tip already glistening with precum—and your core aches with anticipation. “Fuck, look at what you do to me,” he mutters, stroking himself once, twice, before stepping closer, aligning himself with your entrance.
“Ready?” he asks, voice softer now, a flicker of concern in his eyes despite the heat between you. You nod, wrapping one leg around his waist to pull him closer, and he groans as the tip of him brushes against you, slick and ready.
“Do it,” you breathe, and he doesn’t hesitate, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you with a delicious burn that makes you gasp. He’s careful at first, watching your face for any sign of discomfort, but when you moan softly, urging him deeper, he lets go of that restraint, thrusting in fully until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he groans, forehead pressing against yours as he holds still for a moment, letting you adjust to the fullness. “So fucking tight.” His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he starts to move, slow and controlled, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, letting you feel every inch of him.
“Faster,” you gasp, hands sliding under his shirt to grip his back, nails scratching lightly as you rock against him, meeting every thrust. He obliges, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that’s almost punishing, the sound of skin on skin muffled by the tiny space but still loud enough to make your heart pound with the thrill of getting caught.
“Like that?” he rasps, voice rough as he angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” you moan, head tipping back as he drives into you harder, deeper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your words seem to spur him on, one hand sliding between you to find your clit again, rubbing tight, quick circles that have you teetering on the edge almost instantly.
“Fuck, I can feel you clenching,” he mutters, breath hot against your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” you whimper, the pressure building fast, every thrust, every touch pushing you closer to the brink. “Jisung, I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Come on, babe,” he growls, thumb pressing harder against your clit as his thrusts turn erratic, desperate. “Let go. I wanna feel you fall apart.” His words are the final push, and your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and blinding, your body trembling as waves of pleasure rip through you. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your cry, walls squeezing tight around him as you ride out the high, every nerve alight with sensation.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, feeling you pulse around him, and it’s too much for him to hold back. His hips stutter, thrusts growing sloppy as he buries himself deep one last time, coming hard with a low, guttural moan against your neck. You feel him spill inside you, hot and thick, his body shuddering against yours as he empties himself, both of you clinging to each other in the aftermath.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, just panting in the tight, sweaty space, bodies pressed together as you come down from the high. Finally, he pulls back slightly, a lazy, satisfied grin on his face as he brushes a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “Holy shit,” he breathes, laughing softly. “That was… worth every fucking risk.”
You laugh too, still dizzy, still buzzing with the afterglow as you lean your head against the wall. “You’re insane,” you mutter, but there’s no heat in it, just a dazed kind of affection.
“Nah,” he says, kissing you softly, slow and sweet this time. “Just crazy about you. Always have been.” His words make your heart skip, and as you stand there, messy and breathless in a department store fitting room, you realize that whatever this is between you, it’s not just a fleeting thrill—it’s something real, something you’re not ready to let go of yet.
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The elevator shudders to a violent stop between floors, the sudden jerk making your stomach lurch as the lights flicker weakly above you. Panic flares briefly in your chest, your breath catching as you glance around the confined space. You’ve known Felix for a while now, ever since you started working in the same office building a few months back. He’s always been the guy with the easy smile and sharp wit, the one who’d linger by your desk just a little too long, making small talk that felt charged with something unspoken. There were late-night coffee runs after deadlines, stolen glances in meetings, and playful texts that hinted at more. Tonight, though, was different. You’d both stayed late to finish a project, and as you stepped into the elevator together, the air was already thick with tension, his casual brush against your arm feeling far from accidental. Now, stuck here in this metal box, that tension feels ready to explode.
Felix seems unbothered by the situation, leaning against the metal wall with a calm, collected air, his sharp eyes locked on you. A small, almost wicked smirk plays on his lips as he steps closer, his hand sliding to your waist with a firm, deliberate grip that sends a rush of heat through you, drowning out the initial panic.
“Looks like we’re stuck… together,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, lips brushing the side of your neck as he leans in. The faint tickle of his warm breath against your skin makes you shiver, the sensation amplified by the tight, metallic walls that seem to close in around you. Every movement, every breath, every racing beat of your heart echoes in the confined space, making it impossible to ignore the electricity sparking between you.
His composure pulls you in, making your pulse spike as his fingers trail down your sides, slow and teasing, igniting little bursts of anticipation. When he presses himself closer, his body firm against yours, the small space feels charged with raw energy. The world outside this elevator vanishes—the flickering lights, the faint hum of the stalled motor, everything melts into a distant background, overwhelmed by the heat building between you two.
“Scared?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble as his hand slides lower, resting just above the curve of your hip. His thumb rubs back and forth over the fabric of your skirt, the touch so light it’s maddening. “Or is your heart pounding for something else?”
You force out a shaky laugh, trying to keep your cool despite the way your body reacts to him. “Could be both. What’s got you so calm?”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your neck as he dips his head to graze his lips along your jaw. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you alone. Didn’t picture it happening in a stuck elevator, but hell, I’ll take it.” His other hand comes up to tilt your chin, making you meet his gaze. The hunger in his eyes steals your breath. “You gonna tell me to stop if I keep going?”
“No way,” you whisper, the words slipping out fast, and his smirk turns sharp, almost feral.
“Good girl,” he says, and then his lips crash into yours, hard and needy, kissing you like he’s been holding back for too long. His tongue pushes into your mouth, hot and insistent, tasting you as his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him. You feel the hard ridge of him through his jeans, pressing into your stomach, sending a sharp jolt of want straight through you. Your hands slide up his chest, clutching his shirt as you kiss him back with equal hunger, the tight space making every touch feel urgent, raw.
“Damn, you taste so good,” he mutters against your lips, pulling back just enough to drag his mouth down your neck. His teeth nip at your pulse point, making you gasp, and he growls low at the sound. “Keep making noises like that. I wanna hear every fucking one.”
His hands move with purpose now, roaming over you like he can’t get enough. One slips under the hem of your shirt, his fingers hot against the bare skin of your lower back, while the other tugs at your skirt, inching it up your thighs. The cool air of the elevator brushes your exposed skin, but it can’t touch the fire his hands ignite as they explore you.
“You have no clue how bad I’ve wanted this,” he says, voice rough as he pushes your shirt up further, baring more of you to his greedy stare. His thumb skims over the lace of your bra, teasing the edge, and you arch into him without thinking. “Seeing you at work every day, pretending I’m not dying to drag you into a closet and fuck you until you can’t stand. Now I’ve got you, and I’m not holding back.”
“Then don’t,” you shoot back, your voice breathy but bold. “Show me how bad you’ve wanted it.”
“Oh, I’m gonna,” he promises, a dark edge to his tone as he shoves your shirt up over your chest, his hands cupping your breasts through your bra. He kneads them hard, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric until they peak under his touch. You let out a soft moan, and he grins, loving how you respond. “Look at you, already losing it for me.”
He doesn’t mess around, reaching behind you to unhook your bra with quick, practiced fingers, letting it fall so he can see all of you. The flickering lights throw shadows across your skin, but his eyes are glued to you like nothing else exists. “So fucking hot,” he breathes, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand pinches the opposite one just enough to make you jerk. The wet heat of his tongue flicks over you, circling slow, teasing, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as your back arches against the cold metal wall.
“Felix, shit,” you gasp, your voice shaky with need as the sensation burns straight to your core. He hums against your skin, the vibration making you tremble, and switches to the other side, giving it the same rough attention while his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping under your skirt and into your panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, pulling back to look at you as his fingers glide over your folds, spreading your wetness with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’ve been wanting this just as bad, haven’t you? Getting fucked in a place like this, where someone could hear us if the damn thing starts moving?”
“Yeah, I have,” you admit, your hips pushing into his touch as he teases around your clit, not giving you the pressure you’re aching for. “Stop playing and give me more.”
“Bossy already?” he teases, but his voice is rough, strained, showing he’s just as worked up. He circles your clit with his thumb, slow and torturous, while two fingers push inside you, stretching you open. The sudden fullness makes you gasp, your walls gripping him as he pumps them in and out, curling just right to hit that spot that makes your knees weak. “Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“Then don’t make me wait,” you pant, reaching for his belt, hands shaky as you fumble with the buckle. He lets out a low laugh, rough and hot, pulling his fingers out to help, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. Your breath catches at the sight of him, thick and hard, the tip already glistening, and he catches your stare with a smug look.
“Impressed?” he asks, stepping closer so the heat of him presses against your inner thigh. He grabs your hips, lifting you slightly so your legs wrap around his waist, your back pressed hard against the elevator wall. The cold metal bites into your skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat of his body, and you feel the tip of him brushing against your entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet. “Tell me how much you want it. I wanna hear it.”
“I want it bad, Felix,” you say, voice raw as you grip his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. “I want you inside me, fucking me right here. Please, don’t make me beg more.”
“Love hearing you beg, though,” he growls, but he gives in, pushing into you in one slow, deep thrust, filling you completely. The stretch burns a little, making you gasp loud as your nails dig into his shoulders. He groans low, holding still for a moment, his forehead against yours as he breathes hard. “Shit, you’re perfect. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm that has you clinging to him. The angle hits just right, every stroke dragging against that spot inside that makes your vision blur with pleasure. The elevator creaks faintly with his movements, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and your shared, ragged breaths.
“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” he mutters, voice strained as one hand grips your hip hard, the other sliding up to pinch your nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. “Taking me so well. Bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t care who saw, as long as I’m buried in you like this.”
“Anywhere,” you moan, the idea of being so reckless with him making every sensation sharper. Your skirt’s bunched around your waist, panties shoved aside, and the vulnerability of being exposed in this tight, public space amps up everything. “Don’t stop, Felix. Go harder.”
“Harder? You sure?” he grunts, but there’s a wicked edge to his voice as he speeds up, slamming into you with more force. Each thrust rocks you against the wall, the cold metal digging into your back, but you’re too lost in how he fills you, stretches you, owns you. His hand drops between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles that make your legs shake around his waist.
“Fuck, I feel you getting close,” he says, breath hot against your ear as he nips at your lobe, then drags his lips down your neck, sucking hard to leave a mark. “Squeezing me so damn tight. Gonna come for me, aren’t you? Right here where anyone could catch us.”
“Yeah, I’m so close,” you whimper, voice high and desperate as the pressure builds unbearably. Your hands slide under his shirt, nails dragging down his back as you try to anchor yourself against the wave of pleasure. “Keep going, don’t fucking stop.”
“Not stopping,” he promises, thrusts growing almost brutal, but he keeps that perfect rhythm, his thumb relentless on your clit. “Come for me now. Let me feel it. Scream my name, I don’t care who hears.”
His words shove you over the edge, and the orgasm crashes through, a white-hot wave making your body convulse. You cry out his name, loud and unashamed, the sound echoing in the small space as your walls pulse around him, gripping tight. Your vision blurs, head tipping back against the wall as Pleasure drags on, Felix drawing it out with slower, deep thrusts and unyielding pressure on your clit.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” he groans, rhythm faltering as he feels you clench around him, but he doesn’t stop. “I’m not done. Gonna make you come again, wanna feel you fall apart one more time before I lose it.”
You’re still sensitive, every touch raw and electric, but the hunger in his voice keeps the fire burning. “Do it,” you pant, locking eyes with him, voice rough with need. “Make me come again. I wanna feel you lose control inside me.”
“You’re gonna wreck me,” he mutters, a desperate edge to his tone as he adjusts his grip, hiking your legs higher around his waist for an even deeper angle. He starts moving again, slower now, dragging out each thrust so you feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the friction rebuilding that sweet pressure. “Feel that? Every damn stroke. I’m gonna take my time, make sure you’re shaking before I’m done.”
“Felix, fuck,” you moan, your body already responding, the oversensitivity blending into fresh need as he grinds into you with every thrust. His hand stays between you, fingers working your clit with slow, deliberate strokes, building you up at a torturous pace. He leans in, kissing you deep, swallowing your moans as his other hand grips your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you tighter against him.
“Love how you sound,” he says against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch your face. “Look at you, all flushed and fucked out, still begging for more. You’re a fucking dream.”
“Keep talking like that,” you gasp, hips rocking into his thrusts as the pleasure coils tighter. “I’m getting there again, don’t stop.”
“Oh, I won’t,” he growls, picking up the pace just a little, each thrust harder, deeper, making your breath hitch. “I wanna feel you shatter again. Wanna see your eyes roll back while you come on my cock. Tell me how close you are.”
“So close,” you whimper, your voice breaking as his fingers speed up on your clit, the rhythm matching his thrusts now. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your body trembling as the edge creeps closer. “Felix, I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it.”
“Don’t hold it,” he orders, voice rough as he thrusts harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Come for me again. Let me feel you, right fucking now.”
The second orgasm hits like a storm, harder than the first, tearing through you with a force that leaves you shaking. You scream his name, body arching against him as your walls clamp down, pulsing wildly around him. The pleasure’s blinding, dragging on as he keeps moving, slower now, prolonging every shudder while his fingers ease off your clit, letting you ride the waves.
“Shit, that’s it,” he groans, his own control slipping as he watches you fall apart. But he’s not done, his thrusts picking up again, steady and deep, chasing his own release while keeping you on edge. “One more, baby. I know you’ve got it in you. I’m so fucking close, but I wanna feel you with me.”
“I can’t,” you gasp, oversensitive, every thrust sending sharp jolts through you, but his voice, his heat, it’s impossible to resist.
“You can,” he insists, hand sliding up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark, desperate. “Just one more. I’m gonna come so hard inside you, but not until you’re there with me. Come on, give it to me.”
His words, the raw need in them, push you past your limit. He angles his hips just right, grinding deep, his thumb back on your clit with featherlight circles that somehow still wreck you. The third orgasm builds slower but hits just as hard, a deep, pulsing wave that makes you moan brokenly, clinging to him as your body trembles. Your walls tighten again, and that’s what breaks him.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans, voice raw as he thrusts deep one last time, holding himself there as he spills inside you, hot and thick. You feel every pulse, every shudder as he empties himself, his grip on your hips bruising as he keeps you flush against him. His breath is ragged, hot against your neck as he rides out his release with slow, shallow thrusts, drawing out the shared high.
For a long stretch, neither of you moves, just holding on, panting in the flickering light of the elevator. The afterglow hums through you, body still buzzing as he carefully lowers your legs, helping you stand on shaky ground. His hands stay on your waist, steadying you as he adjusts your skirt, touch softer now but still possessive.
“Fuck, that was better than I ever imagined,” he says with a breathless laugh, brushing hair from your face as he looks at you, that smirk creeping back. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop, but this? Blew it all out of the water.”
“Same,” you manage, still catching your breath, a small smile pulling at your lips as you lean into him. “Didn’t think my night would end like this.”
“Oh, it’s not ending,” he says, voice low and teasing as he presses a slow kiss to your lips. “Once we get outta here, I’m taking you to my place. Got a bed, a shower, a whole lot of space to keep this going. You in?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, the promise of more heating you up again as he holds you close, waiting for the world to start moving again.
warnings: SMUT. this is filthy yo. gaslighting, emotional manipulation, power play, mean dom!minho, begging, spit play, tits sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, sub!reader, praising kink, grinding, slight dumbification, teasing, riding, doggy style, hair pulling, reader has cat ears and tail, vibrator, slapping(once), praising, biting, brief mention of blood(droplets. not from penetration), piv, anal fingering, butt plug, lube, dirty talking, slight dacryphilia, reader is in heat(more like minho is), use of the word 'kitty/kitten' and 'jagi', there's more i prob missed. this is freaked out as hell lowkey...
wc: ~4k
This is based off this btw. releasing some of my drafts.
Minho has been so busy lately. Their new comeback eating at his schedule, robbing you of your time together.
You crave him. You crave his voice, his touch, his warmth. Him.
It doesn't help that you've been so heated these days, an unrelenting flush spreading throughout your body every second. The mass pooling at your core to the point of being painful, unbearable. Your tail awfully stiff, rubbing against any appliance or wall, curling up embarrassingly.
You haven't told Minho yet, ashamed to become a liability given his tired state every night. Coming home late. Late enough for you to be tucked in. Sleeping. Pretending to be asleep. His scent dominates your train of thoughts whenever he's close, making it impossible to truly fall asleep. Wrapping your limbs around him as he dozes off, muffling your nose down his neck, tip of your tongue begging to lick at his skin—refraining from doing so the best you could.
Till you couldn't.
Being in his proximity made it worse with your senses heightened. You crave for something, anything. Humping the pillows subconsciously during the day, your fists plowed into the sheets, back perked up while rubbing your cheek on the mattress. Basking in his smell. Stopping right before he gets home, scurrying off to pretend to be busy.
He eyes you, skeptical at your unusual behavior. You're normally so clingy, but now you're avoiding him? Darting your pupils to look at anywhere but him. As if he was non-existent. It hurts him, truly. Walking off when he calls for you, scrambling away when he makes contact with you.
At first, he was confused. You've never acted this way before, the idea of you hating him filled his mind. But then it clicked. It clicked when you were sitting down the couch, hugging a pillow close to your chest, your thighs pressed together tightly. You hadn't noticed him coming that day—coming home earlier than usual—too focused on whatever that was playing on TV, your ears drooped low, biting your lips, cheeks flushed. Weird, considering nothing on the screen could be making you react that way.
He leans forward, face next to the back of your head, he breathes out. Blowing softly on your ears, taking in your reaction as they twitch awake. Panic immediately seers, tilting back to make eye contact with Minho. Your stomach drops, ready to get on your feet and flee but he grabs on your shirt; stumbling you back onto the couch with a thud. “Min—”
“Quit running away,” he interrupts, walking over to you, "What's going on?” he asks, quirking a brow. His gaze never leaves yours, following your drifting pupils. You gulp, flushness creeping up to your face as you refuse to speak.
He sighs, annoyed. Leaning down, arms on either side of you, caging you on the couch. “I won't ask again, kitten. What's going on?”
You feel small, his presence taking over you, clouding your mind with hopeless desires. He's right in front of you, giving you his attention. You could ask—but you can't bring yourself to, tail curling around your leg in discomfort. “Nothing…” you mumble, not even you buying it.
His knuckles meet your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him properly. Studying your face, thumb brushes past your cheek tentatively. You whine. Mouth parting slightly, breathing growing uneven way too quickly. He hums, his hand trailing down your jaw to your neck, resting on your collarbone; warmth spreads across your skin where he touches you. “Is this nothing? I can clearly see something's wrong. How can I help unless you tell me?”
Your chest heaves underneath his contact, lips press tight. “Minho…” you voice meekly, your fingers squeezing the pillow tight, claws digging on the cotton surface. “I—” you try to tell him. Really. But you can't, and it's so cute to him how you're trying your best to. But his kitty needs his help to even voice out what she needs? Thinking over if he has made you too dependent.
“It's okay,” he coos, slowly closing the distance, his smooth voice fills the room. “Maybe I should teach you how to speak? You seem to have forgotten,” he smiles down your neck, leaving kisses so velvet next to such harsh words.
He runs his thumb over the seam of your shirt, hands trailing down your exposed thighs, “Avoiding me… ignoring me all week, but still wearing my clothes?” he rucks the shirt up, revealing nothing underneath. He chuckles, light, his fanning breath running a shiver through your nerves. Heat pools at you, praying that he doesn't inch his hand closer to your core, pussy leaking on the couch. Though, a part of you wish he would. To find out, and coax the words out of your throat.
Your thighs twitch close, the sole obstacle being his body. He holds them open, firmly spreading you further for him to nestle in. He kisses his way up your neck, to your jaw. Lips finding your cheeks, pressing softly till he finds your ear. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” he whispers, nibbling down the sensitive spot. The noise he elicits from you is timid, barely there. You let go of the pillow, instinctively finding his back instead. Holding him closer, claws tearing the fabric of his shirt. “Am I difficult to deal with? Do you hate me?”
You shake your head, “No!” seemingly taken-aback that the thought even crossed his mind. Buying what he's saying. Affected. He smiles. Sticking his forehead to yours. You're so gullible. So naive, you’d believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
“I'll do better, jagi. I'm sorry."
Your mouth hangs open, ears dropping—assuming that he's hurt—blaming yourself for it. “I don't hate you—”
“Then what is it?”
The expression that crashes on your face is nothing short of sweet, pupils blown as you realise your situation. Your face grows hotter by the second, chewing your lower lip in contemplation.
There it is.
His touch leaves you, suddenly being hit with a cold rush. “Hmm, guess you won't tell me. I can't force you,” he mumbles, stepping back when you reach for him, fingers enveloping his wrist.
A pause. Your mouth agape, hesitant before desperation kicks in.
“Touch me…! It feels awful, Min—” you relent, crying out. Brows pinched together.
“Touch you?” he repeats, feigning innocence. “How?”
Tears form in the corner of your eyes, humiliation setting in. “Fuck me. Breed me—it burns. Need your help.”
He's surprised, not expecting this much honesty. Though, it morphs in smugness in seconds, blood rushing into his stiffening dick. His grin widens, snaking his arms underneath your thighs, palms finding your ass as he lifts you up. “How can I refuse when you ask so intently, kitten.” he keens, pecking your lips so cutely. Almost innocent.
You're in the bedroom before you know it, your back hits the mattress with a bounce. He sits at the edge, observing. “You know,” he trails, “I've been wondering when this would happen. If it would.”
You gulp, figuring the meaning behind his words. Your gaze follows him to the closet, he comes back with a box. It is carefully closed, no chance of peeking inside. Curious gaze shooting at him. “Don't worry about it,” he assures; crawling his way back to you. “I’ll take good care of you, kitten.”
His words have the hair on your nape rising, your body burns with desire. He pulls your shirt off, baring your chest to him. Licking his lips as he swipes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, your reaction dragging. Oversensitive from the torturous heat that spreads across your senses. Nerves spiking, squirming prettily just from him wrapping his lips around the skin of your tits, leaving trails of saliva in its wake.
Your fingers sweep through his locks, sharp nails grazing his scalp. He groans against your tits, hands kneading on the flesh of your contracting stomach, breathing heavily under him. “It must hurt so bad,” he mumbles, kissing the side of your hip, teeth nibbling on the supple skin. Eyes unleaving your dainty face, your expression fueling his arousal.
He scoots up, face above yours as he pampers you with kisses, lips anywhere but your pouting mouth. His hold on your hips is firm, bringing you closer to him with a tug. Warm pussy meeting his clothed thigh, wetting the fabric merely from a brush. He curses under his breath, nearly cumming at the sight of your stickiness flowing past your labia. “Look at that,” he rasps, the sound coming out as painful with how bad he just wants to give in and shove it deep inside already. Pussy practically calling out for him.
His patience wears thin, but he holds onto the thread. Lips above yours when he speaks, “Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'm such a bad owner,” he presses down, lips smacking with yours adoringly. “Letting my baby walk around like this, in pain and silently begging for me to stuff her full.” He kisses you again, this time feverishly, tongue swiping over your wet lips, drinking the drool threatening to spill.
He takes the opportunity of your distraction, grinding you down the muscle of his thigh, the fabric roughly rubbing on your clit. The noise that leaves you is pornographic, whimpers muffled by his working mouth. You buck your hips against him when he flexes his thigh, unknowingly rubbing your leg on his tent, earning heavy pants from him. His fingers wrap around your wrist, gliding your hand to his erection, palm feeling him through the cloth. “You’re making me so hard, want to fuck you so bad. Give you all my babies, that’s what you want? Ah—” he moans when you grasp him eagerly, testing the weight of what he has to offer. His voice is so breathy and soft, working his knee on your pussy, causing a mess everywhere.
You nod, almost drooling at the wet patch that smears where you’re touching him, staring in a daze. Cock the only thing on your mind, and he hasn't given you any yet. “Please…” you plea when he lets go of your hand, taking the opportunity to get rid of his shirt, the cotton clinging to his skin with this heat. “Please what?” he asks in a murmur, tone taunting. He can’t help the tingle that runs down his spine when you graze his chest with your sharp claws, doing a poor job at retracting them in this state.
Your soft lashes flutter at him, arms welcoming his neck into an embrace, fingers digging in his hair affectionately. You snuzzle your nose in the dip of his shoulder, unable to look at him for long; dubious of the kind of reaction it would elicit from you. “Please, I need you… need your cock, your babies. All of you, Min…”
He melts in your touch, chest bare—pressed to yours to the point of feeling your hammering heartbeat. “Yeah? All of me?” he repeats, you can hear the grin on his face. “Is that what she also wants?” his thumb finds your clit, running a slow circle on the hood, teasing it. You swallow, breath sucking in when he kisses over your shoulder while parting you open with two fingers, cold air hitting your bare cunt. “Tell me, kitten.” he orders, landing a small slap on your clit, jolting you awake.
“Mgh—!” you moan out, his fingers prodding at your entrance, unsatisfied with your hesitation. Entering you sharply with no warning, drawing out the shakiest whimper you’ve been holding in. A warning. “Yes—! She also wants it, this pussy wants it. Please, I’m sorry.”
You’re so sensitive, much more sensitive than usual. He can tell with how you’re trashing and crying, squirming nonsensically from his fingers alone, eyes tightly shut. He’s never been harder. He curls his fingers, holding your movements down with his body weight, pressing you onto the mattress. He’s slipping in with no intrusion, slickness coating his digit with obscene wet sounds. He grinds against your thigh subconsciously, getting himself off in the process. “Shit. You gon’ cum, jagi?” he mocks, walls clenching hard. Enveloping his fingers like a vice. Working to keep you open, “So fucking tight.” he muses when you gush everywhere, your fluids dripping down his wrist sinfully. He stares, your body going limp. And yet, pussy still spasming, begging for more cause it’s not enough. It never is. He smiles, pulling back. Your chest heaves heavily, eyes flicking open. He’s half-lidded, gaze holding a heat matching yours. Smug when he brings his fingers to his lips, swallowing them in his mouth, sucking and licking at your arousal. Not leaving a drop out of sight, forcing you to hold eye contact while he does so. How you swallow doesn’t escape him—how your expression holds a plea for more. You need more.
He rolls his pants down while you’re entranced, riding off your high. A fuzz behind your eyelids traveling in your blood, raising your pulse. Getting knocked out of it when something heavy taps against your clit. His arms lay on either side of you, nose brushing yours. His bangs tickle your skin when he rolls his hips forward, wetting his cock with your slick. Earning the quietest whimpers from your throat. His teasing has your brows furrowing, basking in your growing frustration.
He hums, taking in your expression. “Hmm, this won't do.”
Your eyes shoot open at his words, and what he could mean by that. Worry sinks in, in case of denial. But you don't have time to think much before he takes a hold of your hips, rolling your bodies with such ease until you’re straddling him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “Show me how much you want it. Come on, fuck yourself on it.”
Your lips press thin, usually being the one on the lying side. He tuts at you, leaning back on the headboard, jerking his head in a way that showcases the bob of his Adam Apple. His tasty neck. Your mouth runs dry. “Weren't you just begging for it? Can't do that much? Should we stop?”
You shake your head rapidly, rushing to get a hold of his heavy length. You hold it under your entrance, prodding it inside, fumbling a few times and he sighs—turning into an exhale of relief when you finally sink down on him. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of your hips. “Fuuckk, just like that.” He hisses, finding the back of your head, pushing your face into his neck. “I know it hurts, baby. Go ahead, bite down.” He says, absently scratching the sensitive spot beneath your twitching ear.
You whine, tears coaxing at the corners of your lids from the burning stretch plus your arousal, the knot in your stomach finally getting relieved as you graze your sharp teeth on his skin. Drawing some blood with your fangs, rough tongue hoping to ease the pain by swiping over the droplets but only adding to it. He however riles up in it, cock throbbing inside at the harsh scrap of your tongue on the wound. He could cum like this. Grasping every ounce of self control in himself to pull your head back using the grip on your hair. Your tongue peeking out, a string of saliva disconnecting from his neck. You look so dumbed out, and you haven't even started bouncing on it yet. That's gon’ be a problem.
You shriek when he abruptly thrusts up, filling you to the brim. His balls slap against your cunt. Lashes fluttering shut, immediately biting onto your lower lip but he's having none of that—index and thumb digs in your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, drawing out the cutest mewls from your throat while ramming into you. One hand on your hips guiding your pace as he forces you to jump on it, tits dangling in his face.
You writhe, trying to shake the overwhelming pleasure off when you feel an orgasm approaching way too quickly. Whining and begging for him to slow down, when really, that's the last thing you want. And he knows it. Quickening his pace, nearly slipping out from how much you're wetting him. “Come on, you're going to cum from a few thrusts alone? Do it. Do it, jagi. Soak my cock, yeah?”
This tips you over, the glass shattering as you gasp. Pussy tightening so hard that he moans right in your ear, pushing your orgasm further. He barely lets you settle and relax, throwing you back onto the bed, sheathing back in easily. You're full once again, feeling him at the back of your throat. You sob, glassy eyes blurring your vision. You don't notice when he opens that box, nor rummages through it. Realizing when you hear a sudden buzz, then you feel it on you.
“Ohh..! Mghm—!” you squirm, a vibration hitting your clit, echoing on every nerve in your body. “Minho—ah!” you cry out, and he twitches. The sound of his name leaving in your mouth in a whimper. He leans forward, releasing a glob of saliva in your open mouth. Smirking when you swallow without thinking twice.
A rush of his own courses on his body, settling in his legs as he feels his high approaching, cock surging forward sinfully with obscene loud slaps. Flap flap flap, is all you hear along with the low buzzing. He's throbbing hard, balls begging to tighten. “Gonna cum. Gonna cum and give you exactly what you want,” he grunts, his voice angelic despite the roughness adorning it. “And then… I'll do it again, and again till you can't take any more drops. You'd like that? Hm? Answer me, kitten.” He taunts, landing a small slap on your cheek to wake you up.
“Hmmp—! Yes!” you nod feverishly, jaw hanging agape. He sighs contentedly, mouth finding the skin on your shoulder when he grows more erratic. Moaning right into your sensitive ears, the noises traveling straight to your pussy. Walls spasming and trapping him in snuggly.
He curses, his hips stuttering once, twice. Thrice as he releases inside. Digging crescent into your skin, muffling his loudest moan with a kiss to your neck. He pulls out, and you think it's over. Taking his threat lightly. Mistake.
He turns you around, mushing your face in the pillows, ass perked up nicely for him. Fingers run over your lips before thrusting down your hole. You grip the sheets, subconsciously wiggling in his hold. His cum oozes around his fingers, his cock jolting back to life.
There's some rustlings, and something cool slides on your skin, running to your ass. The pad of his thumb smudges you with it, trailing down till he reaches your tiny hole. He presses on it. You do your best to try to look back, trashing your limp body and failing to do so. “No..! Not here—” you whine but it draws to a moan when he pushes in, the sensation foreign.
“Shut up,” he rasps, the pain lingering for a second before turning into something else. Chuckling when you keen towards it instead, body so weak that he spreads your asshole open easily. “Touch your clit,” he commands. Such a good girl of you to obey, trembling fingers snaking under your stomach to your nub, tracing small circles on it. He massages your rear, a reassurance for what's to come as he removes his thumb from you. Something freezing and metallic replacing it. You're not sure what it is. But you have an idea when more lube is squeezed on top.
“It'll hurt,” he warns, kind enough to take his time to push it in. Feels so full. In an uncomfortable way, the plug stuffing you in a manner you hadn't dreamed of before. He's already hard. Tip leaking with precum at the visual of the plug disappearing in your tight hole, your tail curling around nothing. He just has to grab it, using it to arch your back, exposing your pretty pussy to him. You squeal when he tugs on it, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you ache. Relieving the emptiness in your cunt when he aligns himself, sliding right back in with an exhale. Creamy on him.
He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, picking up right where he left off. Heavy pants leaving his mouth. “So good, you're so good to me.” he praises, pinning his chest to your back. The plug rubs against his cock within the thin wall separating your holes. Using your tail to angle his hips to hit right into that sweet spot that has you sobbing in the sheets.
He laughs when you try to reach for him, hands flailing behind you. Wrapping a hand on your throat, fingers blocking your air passage when he heaves you up with him. Supporting yourself on your knees with your body slack on him. You hold his arm, clinging to any sort of emotional support. Clinging to any hint of love when he's being so rough to you.
He picks on to your reaction, brows knitting in light confusion. “What's wrong?” he breathes next to your perked ear, hot air fanning on its sensitivity. He loosens his grip on your throat, letting you catch a whiff of oxygen. “Min…” you speak, voice hitching with your cries. “K-kiss me. Please?” your tone is so loving, so desperate for his affection.
He scoffs, concern transforming into cruelty. He laughs, tilting your head to face him. “Hah—want me to kiss you?” he sneers, his hips snap against your ass, dragging in tentatively. “Do kitties in heat deserve to be kissed?”
“Right,” he recalls. “You want all of me. Hm? Want my lips?” he whispers, playing with the plump of your lips with his digits, smearing your mixed fluid like a lip gloss.
Your lips pucker so sweetly, soft and inviting. Your poor attempts at inching closer to his face amuses him, knowing that he's got the upper hand. “Cat got your tongue? Answer.”
Your broken sob has his heart tightening. He knows he's being mean, denying you like this. But it's hard not to when your tears have him rutting into you as if he was the one in heat. Picking the vibrator, opting for the highest settings when it lands right on your overstimulated clit. Your thighs shake violently, unable to hold on. Lips quivering, distracted as he finally gives you what you want. His lips are flimsy on yours, his hold on your neck and body the sole things keeping you up. Tongue licks at your teeth, urging you to open wider. Wet warmth fills your mouth, the muscle circling yours, causing a drooling mass all over your chin. He's half lidded eyes taking in your squeezed shut ones.
He plows your back, tip leaking inside—matching the constant flutter of your walls. Growing faster, more needy by the seconds when you suddenly see white, tears spilling past your cheeks when you crash down. Spilling everywhere. Wetting him, the bed and yourself.
“Oh—” he moans out, loud. His face scrunching in pleasure, whimpers flying to your mouth when he comes once again. Spurting ropes of hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim with how much he's releasing. Spoiling you. “Fuck…” you're still going, the mixture of arousal pooling below your thighs. Pulling out at last, breathing heavily as you go flaccid, flopping onto the mattress with no energy.
He shifts you over to lie on your back, wiping off the hair that's sticking to your face. “You alive?” he questions, standing above you. You nod meekly, barely conscious. “Hmm…” he hums, kissing the top of your head. “Satisfied?”
“Hmhm..” you reply, all that you can muster.
He smiles, rubbing your cheek so kindly when his eyes trail over your body to your leaking cunt. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, thinking. Desire firing up in his guts, “Yeah? Because…” he leans forward, presses feathery pecks on your glistening skin. Rising goosebumps. “I don't think I am yet.”
Description: You and Hyunjin alone in his studio, as he paints you.
Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 2.3k
The sunlight spills through the towering windows of Hyunjin’s studio, casting a warm, golden haze over the space, highlighting the tiny specks of dust dancing in the air. The room is a chaotic masterpiece itself—paint tubes, brushes, and palettes scattered across the hardwood floor in a wild explosion of color that mirrors the energy pulsing between you and him. You're standing in the center, shirt long discarded, the cool air of the studio brushing against your bare skin as Hyunjin dips a slender brush into a vibrant swirl of crimson on his palette.
“Hold still,” he says, voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through you. His free hand glides over your shoulder, warm and firm, anchoring you as the cold, slick tip of the brush meets your back. The paint drags across your skin in slow, torturous strokes, each movement precise and teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of marking you. A shiver races down your spine, and you catch his reflection in the mirror across the room—his dark eyes glint with mischief and something hotter, watching your every twitch, drinking in how your body reacts to his touch.
“You’re… my favorite canvas,” he murmurs, stepping closer until you can feel the heat radiating off him. His lips graze the sensitive nape of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through you, while his warm breath fans over your skin. His fingers trace down the sides of your torso, smudging the still-wet paint in reckless streaks, the sensation both ticklish and maddening. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, but he notices, a smirk curling his lips as he lingers just behind you.
“Hyunjin,” you breathe, your voice already laced with heat, betraying how much he’s getting to you. “You’re gonna mess up your work.”
He chuckles, the sound dark and playful, as his lips press a slow, deliberate kiss against the curve of your shoulder. “Mess up? Nah. I’m just making it… unique.” His hand slides lower, fingers brushing over the small of your back, dipping just under the waistband of your jeans for a fleeting, teasing second. The paintbrush clatters to the floor, forgotten, as both his hands now claim your body, roaming freely, spreading color and warmth everywhere they go. The paint feels sticky between his fingers and your skin, but it only adds to the raw, messy intimacy of the moment.
You tilt your head slightly, catching his gaze over your shoulder. “You’re a disaster,” you tease, eyeing the paint smeared across his own hands, his white shirt now speckled with streaks of blue, red, and yellow from brushing against you.
“And you’re about to be,” he fires back, his grin wicked and full of promise. In a swift, fluid motion, he spins you around to face him, pulling you tight against his chest. Wet paint smears between your bodies, the cold shock of it fading fast under the searing heat of his skin. His lips crash into yours, hungry and rough, tasting of bitter coffee and something uniquely him. His tongue pushes past your lips, teasing and demanding, while his hands grip your hips with bruising force, fingers digging in as if he can’t get close enough.
Your hands slide up his chest, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. “Get this off,” you mutter against his mouth, voice thick with need. He pulls back just enough to yank the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side, revealing his lean, toned frame dusted with stray flecks of paint from where he’s pressed against you. Your nails drag lightly down his chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake, and his breath catches sharply.
“Watch it,” he growls, voice low and rough, eyes darkening. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Maybe I like danger,” you shoot back, smirking as you hook your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tug him closer. His hands are on you again in an instant, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for another heated kiss, while the other fumbles with the button of your jeans. He pops it open with a flick of his wrist, dragging the zipper down painfully slow, letting the anticipation build as his fingers brush over the thin fabric of your underwear, barely a barrier between you.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he mutters, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. You tilt your head to give him better access, a soft moan slipping out as his hand finally slips inside your jeans, fingers teasing over the damp fabric still covering you. He rubs slow, taunting circles, and your hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing more.
“Hyunjin—stop screwing around,“ you groan, voice shaky with frustration and need. He laughs against your skin, the sound rough and teasing, but there’s no denying the heat in his eyes as he finally pushes the fabric aside and lets his fingers glide against your bare, slick skin. Two fingers curl inside you, slow at first, then picking up a rhythm as his thumb presses against that spot that makes your knees buckle. Your head falls back, a louder moan escaping, and he takes full advantage, kissing and sucking at the exposed column of your throat, leaving faint marks in his wake.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. “All painted up, falling apart under my hands. So damn gorgeous.” His free hand grips your hip, holding you steady as his fingers work you closer to the edge, building the heat in your core with every calculated move. He adds a third finger, stretching you just right, the slight burn mixing with pleasure as he curls them deeper, dragging out every stroke to keep you teetering on the brink.
“Not yet,” he whispers, pulling his hand away just as you feel that coil tightening, leaving you gasping and desperate. “I wanna feel you clench around me, not just my fingers.”
You whimper at the loss, but your hands shake as you reach for his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper, desperate to even the score. You finally get them open, shoving the denim and his boxers down just enough to free him. He’s hot and hard in your hand, the weight of him making your mouth water as you stroke him slow and firm, thumb brushing over the tip to spread the precum there. A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest, sending a fresh wave of heat through you.
“Shit, keep that up and I won’t last,” he hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing your wrist to stop you. His hands grip your thighs instead, lifting you in one powerful move, backing you against the nearest wall with a thud. The cold surface bites into your paint-smeared back, a stark contrast to the fire raging in your veins, but you barely notice. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he positions himself at your entrance, the tip of him teasing against your slick heat, dragging it back and forth, making your breath hitch with every shallow nudge.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands, eyes locked on yours, dark and intense, burning with raw need. His voice is firm, but there’s a playful edge, a challenge woven into the words.
“I want it,” you gasp, rolling your hips to urge him on, desperate for more. “I want you. Right fucking now.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He pushes into you in one slow, deep thrust, stretching and filling you completely. You both groan at the sensation, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks as he holds still for an agonizingly long moment, letting you feel every inch of him. Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the stretch, and he lets out a shaky breath against your neck.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he mutters, nipping at your earlobe. Then he moves, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that’s slow at first, deliberate, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until you’re trembling in his arms. Each stroke is controlled, deep, making sure you feel every bit of him as he rolls his hips, pushing you against the wall with just enough force to keep you pinned.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts, lips brushing against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “So tight, so fucking perfect for me.” His hands tighten on your hips, guiding your movements to match his, the wet paint on your skin smearing further between your bodies with every thrust, making a mess of you both. He pulls back to look at you, eyes raking over your flushed face, your parted lips, the paint streaked across your chest. “Look at this mess. You’re a goddamn work of art.”
“Shut up and move faster,” you pant, voice ragged, needing more, needing him to push you over that edge. He smirks but obliges, picking up the pace, slamming into you with a force that makes the wall behind you shake, the rough texture scraping against your back. He shifts one hand from your hip to brace against the wall beside your head, giving him more leverage to thrust deeper, harder, the new angle hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
“Like that?” he growls, voice thick as he watches your face contort with pleasure. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So fucking good,” you moan, barely able to get the words out between gasps. “Don’t stop—right there.” Your hands slide down his back, nails scratching along his skin, leaving red trails as he keeps up the relentless pace, each thrust pushing you closer to that brink.
He dips his head, lips finding your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as his free hand slips between your bodies. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that match the rhythm of his hips, and the dual sensation nearly sends you over the edge right then. Your hips buck against him, chasing that friction, every nerve in your body alight with need.
“Hyunjin—fuck, I’m close,” you gasp, voice trembling as the pleasure tightens, ready to snap. He nods, his own breaths coming in harsh pants, sweat beading on his forehead, streaking through the paint smeared on his face.
“Not yet,” he says, slowing his thrusts just enough to draw it out, making you whine in frustration. “I wanna feel every second of this. Wanna watch you fall apart slow.” He keeps his fingers moving, though, relentless on your clit, building you back up torturously slow as he drags his cock in and out at a maddening pace, letting you feel every drag, every ridge. Your walls clench tighter around him, desperate for release, and he groans at the sensation.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, voice strained as he fights his own edge. “Squeezing me like that—fuck.” He picks up the pace again, unable to hold back much longer, thrusting into you with short, sharp movements, each one hitting deeper, harder. His fingers press firmer against you, circling faster, and the heat in your core spirals out of control.
“Now,” he pants, lips crashing into yours for a messy, desperate kiss. “Come with me. Let me feel it.” His voice is raw, pleading, and it’s the last push you need. The heat explodes inside you, a shattering wave of pleasure that crashes over you, making your whole body shudder as you clench tight around him, milking him with every pulse. Your moan is loud, unrestrained, swallowed by his mouth as he keeps kissing you through it.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans against your lips, his thrusts faltering as he follows right behind, burying himself deep one last time. He spills into you with a low, primal sound, hips jerking with each pulse as he rides out his own release, dragging out the pleasure for both of you. You cling to each other, bodies pressed tight, breathing hard, slick with sweat and paint as the aftershocks ripple through you, leaving you trembling in his arms.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, just holding on, chests heaving as the world slowly sharpens around you again. The air smells of paint and sex, a heady mix that grounds you in the aftermath. Hyunjin lets out a breathless laugh, pressing a sloppy, lazy kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering on your skin.
“We’re a fucking disaster,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at the mess you’ve made—paint smeared everywhere, on your skin, his, the wall behind you, even smudged across his cheekbones.
“Best kind of disaster,” you reply, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips as you lean in to kiss him again, slow and lingering this time, tasting the salt of his sweat and the faint bitterness of paint on his lips. Your hands slide down his back, fingers tracing over the hard lines of muscle, smearing more color as you go, not ready to let go just yet.
“Round two?” he murmurs against your mouth, one eyebrow quirking up, a playful challenge in his tone as his hand slips down to squeeze your thigh, already stoking the embers of heat flickering back to life inside you.
“You’re insatiable,” you tease, but your hips shift against him, already giving him your answer.
“Only for you,” he says, grinning as he leans in to nip at your bottom lip. “Let’s see how much more paint we can ruin.” He adjusts his grip, pulling you away from the wall and toward the cluttered table in the center of the studio, clearly intent on making an even bigger mess of the space—and of you—before the day is through. You laugh, letting him lead, already anticipating the next rush of heat, the next wave of chaos you’ll create together.
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