warnings: implied blow job, use of sir, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names
Yeonjun was not great at being subtle when he was horny. Y/n knew exactly what he wanted the second the raven haired man had tapped the inside of his thigh. But Y/n was a good worker and he wasn’t about to leave a meeting because Yeonjun wanted his dick sucked. So he ignored him, even when he got more insistent. Tracing patterns on his sleeve, tugging at the waistband of his slacks, even grabbing his ass when he stood to hand papers to the supervisor.
Y/n inhaled quickly and shot a glare at the shorter male. Yeonjun just smirked and stood to leave, telling everyone that he had to use the restroom. Y/n rolled his eyes and waited a few minutes before following him out the door.
He yelped when he was pulled into a supply closet only two workrooms down from the one he had left. “You couldn’t wait until we were done?” Y/n complained.
“No,” Yeonjun said bluntly, pulling the shorter man into a messy kiss and shoving his tongue in his mouth. Y/n moaned into the kiss, biting his lip while using his hands to unbuckle his belt. “I thought you didn’t want this,” Yeonjun laughed.
“Let me give you a blowjob so we can get back to the meeting.” Y/n dropped to his knees and pulled Yeonjun’s cock out for him. He stopped him by winding his hand into his hair and pulling hard. Y/n winced, tears springing to his eyes.
“Where’s your manners?” Yeonjun said darkly, keeping a tight grip on his hair.
Y/n huffed. “Please,” he muttered reluctantly.
“Please what?”
“Please… sir.”
notes!
yeonjun is the ultimate bias wrecker i need him carnally
·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ submissive!jay x slightly mean!reader
** ༉‧₊˚✧↳ smut, oneshot (drabble?)
warnings: blow job, cum swallowing, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names
A knock at Y/n’s door startled him, pulling him out of his reading trance. He padded across his apartment softly and opened the door, his face darkening when he saw who it was.
“Park. What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to see you.”
Jay breathed heavily, not even trying to hide the way his eyes were traveling up and down Y/n’s body. “I need… your help,” he whined. His hand reached out to wrap around his waist and Y/n’s eyes widened. He backed up quickly, pulling Jay into the apartment out of sight from prying eyes.
He pushed Jay’s chest lightly and narrowed his eyes at him. “You pissed me off. Why should I help you with your little problem?” he said, gesturing towards Jay’s obvious hard-on.
His eyes shut and he let out a pathetic whimper, stirring something in Y/n’s stomach. “Please, it hurts,” he whispered, pulling him closer by the belt loops of his jeans. “You’re the only one… who can help.”
The corner of Y/n’s mouth twitched up in a smirk, enjoying the needy state the normally dominant man was in. He pushed him again, hard enough for him to land sitting on one of the armchairs in the living room. He dropped onto his lap and grinded down on his boner, laughing at the desperate moan that left Jay’s mouth.
“Fine, but because you decided to be a jerk to me, you’re not getting my ass tonight,” Y/n said, fingers playing with the ends of Jay’s black hair. Before a complaint left the older man, Y/n leaned forward and smashed their lips together. Jay groaned into his mouth. Relief flooded his body at the touch and his hands grabbed at his waist with a bruising grip.
Y/n moved away from his lips to suck at previous hickeys, leaving them even darker than before. He pulled up Jay’s shirt and latched on to one of his nipples at the same time he grinded against his crotch again. Jay tipped his head back with his jaw dropped, already overwhelmed by Y/n and what he was doing.
The taller boy continued attacking Jay’s most sensitive spots, refusing to let up and instead getting more cocky as pretty moans left Jay’s mouth. “Nothing to say, darling?” he whispered in his ear. “Who’s being all submissive now?”
Y/n bit down on the one spot that wasn’t already colored with lovebites and Jay grunted, his hand automatically reaching up to grab Y/n’s hair as he saw white for a second. The younger man chuckled when he felt the wetness of Jay’s jeans seep into his shorts.
“Did someone cum in his pants? I didn’t know I was that good.” Jay’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment at cumming early, avoiding eye contact with the boy on his lap. He gasped when Y/n grabbed his chin and tilted his face to force him to look him in the eyes.
“Eyes on me Jay, we’re just getting started.”
Jay swallowed. Y/n had the same look in his eye as he had when they first fucked, meaning he was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. “Let's get those dirty pants off hm?” Y/n smirked, pulling Jay’s jeans and underwear down as he slid off his lap and down to the floor.
He looked up at the raven haired boy through his long eyelashes while pressing feather light kisses on his inner thigh. Jay whined and wound his hand into Y/n’s hair. “Don’t- don't look at me like that,” he breathed. “Fucking- angel eyes.”
Y/n chuckled, stimulating Jay’s dick with little puffs of breath. He let out another whimper and tugged at Y/n’s locks. “C’mon, baby. I need more,” he said, bucking his hips up. Y/n grabbed his waist and held him down, Jay’s eyes widening at the sudden show of strength.
“Patience, dickhead. I’m the one in control,” Y/n muttered, placing a kiss on his tip that made him gasp. He went at a slow pace that still made Jay shift with overstimulation and moan when Y/n’s tongue swirled around his length.
“Please, I’m so close–” he stuttered as Y/n finally took his entire dick in his mouth. He came again, dots covering his vision and he made sure not to spill a drop, used to swallowing his cum by now. He stood quickly and pulled Jay into a harsh kiss by the collar of his shirt. The older boy grimaced at the bitter taste on Y/n’s tongue.
“Yeah, jackass. Drink less fucking coffee and I won’t make you taste your own cum,” he said roughly. Jay rolled his eyes and just attached himself to Y/n’s neck.
“These marks are fading. I’d better fix that,” he mumbled. Y/n hummed as he lazily palmed his own cock over his pants. “Darling. Let me,” he whispered, slipping a hand past his waistband.
“You’d better give me the best orgasm of my life for this.”
Y/n groaned softly when a pillow was thrown at his head. “Was that necessary?” he coughed, sitting up and taking in his surroundings.
He was on the couch in Yuqi’s apartment, sunlight streaming through the blinds. Kai was still passed out on the floor while Chaeryeong was walking away from the scene of her pillow assault. “Yuqi made coffee,” she smiled over her shoulder.
“Fine, I’m coming,” Y/n sighed. He nudged Kai with his foot. “Get up, you drank less than I did.”
“You handle your alcohol better,” he grumbled, still managing to peel himself off the carpet. The two boys joined the girls at the table, coffee cups in each hand.
“Where’s Matthew?” Y/n rubbed his eyes.
“Ran into Gunwook at one of the clubs. He was drunk enough to hit on him without chickening out like he always does,” Yuqi snickered. “We should expect a text from him soon.”
Kai groaned in complaint. “So the yearner of the group was the only one to hook up last night? Go figure.”
“You can always suck Y/n’s dick again if you’re horny,” Chaeryeong grinned, peering over her mug.
“Fuck off,” Kai laughed as Y/n wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “My point still stands though. It’s been way too long since any of us have had sex.”
Y/n sipped his coffee thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re just a sex addict.” Kai crossed his arms with a huff.
“Come on, we need to get going. I’m sure all of us have idol duties to attend to,” Yuqi said, cutting off any more snarky remarks.
notes: umm merry christmas? i'm so sorry guys school kicked my ass but here this is! also thank you @munyraph for suggesting pictures for the groupchats
SUMMARY: After losing a close race at swim practice, Mark drags M/n back to their dorm - mad, dripping, and desperate to prove who's really on top.
WORD COUNT: 5.054k
NOTES: Hi all. I know I said I was taking a break with smut, but I watched Olympo this week and had too many ideas lol. Y'all know I love a good athlete writing.
WARNINGS: Semi-public sex tension, desk sex, bed sex, rimming, light dom!Mark, possessiveness, mild overstimulation, after-competition rivalry, swearing, weed use, mention of voyeurism, heavy kissing, rough language, switch dynamics, praise & light degradation, mutual pining but horny about it.
REQUESTED: No.
LINKS: WATTPAD | WIPS | GUIDELINES | GAMING YT
Dream Academy sat just beyond the city, tucked behind tall trees and steel gates, like a hidden gem carved into the hills.
The campus spanned acres - crisp white buildings with silver trim, turf fields that glistened under the sun, and an aquatic center that looked more like a luxury resort than a training facility. Glass-paneled walls wrapped around the Olympic-sized pool, casting blue light through the corridors like waves. Every detail, from the filtered air to the seamless floors, screamed prestige.
Only the best athletes got in. The fastest. The strongest. The ones with futures.
Students arrived from all over the world - some recruited from national teams, others from underground tournaments or high-profile showcases. Most were under twenty-five, all of them laser-focused on medals, scholarships, and records.
But DA didn’t just mold champions. It broke them first.
Every morning started at 5:30 AM sharp.
The hallway lights would buzz to life while the rest of the world was still sleeping. Alarms echoed faintly through the dorms as athletes staggered out of bed, hair a mess, hoodies half-zipped. The scent of eucalyptus muscle rub, chlorine, and sweat clung to every hallway.
The boys’ dorms were stacked on the east side of campus. Three floors. Double rooms. Floor-to-ceiling windows and strict curfew rules. Coaches walked the halls at night like ghosts, making sure no one broke lights-out. But that never stopped the whispers. Or the tension.
Room 218 was on the second floor. One of the rooms that faced the pool deck. If you cracked the window, you could hear the splash of water from the divers’ tower and the distant sound of cleats tapping against turf from the soccer field below.
And in that room?
Two swimmers. One American. One Canadian. Both too competitive for their own good. Both too close for comfort.
Their always smelled like chlorine, eucalyptus spray, and something faintly sweet - like fruit shampoo or maybe the berry gum Mark always chewed between heats. The room itself was neat but lived in. One side was clean-cut: folded shirts, Olympic trial posters, a gray comforter. The other had more color - wristbands hanging off the corner of the desk lamp, a hoodie always thrown across the chair, and a pair of goggles dangling off the bedframe like they’d been forgotten mid-rush.
The overhead lights were off. Only the warm glow of Mark’s desk lamp lit the space, throwing a golden hue across the room.
Music played low from a speaker on the windowsill. Something R&B. Something too slow and sultry for how innocent the hallway outside still looked.
But inside?
Mark was straddling M/n’s lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, freshly dressed in his academy sweats - navy blue sweatpants, loose white tank top, hair still a little damp from his pre-practice shower. His arms were looped lazily around M/n’s neck, face tilted down, lips swollen from kissing.
He wasn’t even pretending to be shy about it.
M/n sat back against the headboard, hoodie tugged halfway off, shirt wrinkled from where Mark had grabbed at it earlier. One of his hands was cupped behind Mark’s neck, thumb stroking just under his ear. But the other - the one that had Mark sucking in quiet breaths between kisses - was tucked under the waistband of his underwear, palm spread wide over the soft curve of his ass.
Mark’s breath hitched.
“Y-You can’t just do that,” he murmured, voice half-laughed, half-whined, as his lips brushed across M/n’s again. “You’re gonna make me-”
“I know,” M/n said, quiet, smug, eyes never leaving his. His fingers flexed a little lower, pressing in. “That’s the point.”
Mark leaned down, kissed him again; slow, then messy. His hips shifted slightly, grinding forward without meaning to. It made their breath catch together, chests pressed tight. His thighs clenched around M/n’s sides, trying to contain the way his body was already reacting, hardening behind the fabric of his sweatpants.
The way M/n touched him - possessive, casual, like he’d done it a hundred times before - it always left Mark feeling hot under the skin. Not just from want, but from the need to feel closer. Closer than this.
He licked into M/n’s mouth again, arms trembling slightly from how hard he was trying not to rut down against him.
The bed creaked faintly. “If someone knocks,” Mark whispered against his jaw, “you’re answering like this.”
“I’ll tell them you’re cramping.”
Mark laughed, breathless, biting M/n’s lower lip gently. “You’re such a piece of shit.”
The tension in the room was thick. The kind that pressed against your ribs and settled behind your knees - hot, messy, and so deliciously risky. Mark’s hips rocked slowly, barely-there friction that had his eyes fluttering shut, head dipped against M/n’s shoulder. Every brush of M/n’s hand against his bare skin made him shiver.
“You’re such a tease,” Mark whispered, voice breathy. “We’re gonna be late…”
M/n only smiled, leaning up to kiss just below his ear. “Then you better ride faster.”
Mark let out a soft groan - half laughter, half frustration - and ground his hips down again.
That was right when the door flew open.
“Mark! If you’re not downstairs in five, Coach is gonna- What the fuck?!” Renjun’s voice sliced through the heat like cold water.
Mark froze.
M/n blinked, then slowly turned his head - still lounging back, hand very much still in place, like this was the most boring part of his day.
“Dude.” Renjun’s voice cracked. “Are you serious?”
Mark scrambled off of M/n’s lap like the mattress was on fire, tugging his sweats back into place, tripping over his own damn legs. “H-Hyung, wait, I-”
Renjun was already backing out of the room, shielding his eyes with one hand. “Oh my god. No. Nope. I didn’t see anything. You’re dreaming. This isn’t real. You’re just… making out with… M/n.”
Mark groaned into his hands. “Hyung, please - don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Renjun snapped, voice muffled behind the door, “why would I tell people about my trauma?!”
Then the door slammed shut. The room was dead silent for a beat.
Then: click. M/n reached over, grabbed his vape off the desk, popped it between his lips, and took a long, slow hit. He exhaled like nothing had happened, eyes half-lidded and amused as he blew out a soft cloud toward the ceiling.
Mark turned and stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “You’re smoking right now?”
M/n shrugged, tapping the vape against his thigh. “Stress relief.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet,” M/n grinned, voice lazy, “you were bouncing on my lap like a pretty little toy not five minutes ago.”
Mark let out a strangled sound and chucked a towel at his head.
Mark was still red in the cheeks when he rolled off the bed, tugging his sweats higher on his hips and muttering something under his breath that sounded like, “I can’t believe he saw that.”
Behind him, M/n laid back on Mark’s bed like he owned it, head propped on one arm, bare stomach on display where his shirt had ridden up. His other hand lazily pulled open the drawer beside him.
He pulled up his vape to his lips again, but this timeMark noticed the scent. The scent of the oil was more herbal. Darker. Wake and bake. He brought it to his lips, pulled slow, and held it in, eyes fluttering closed as his chest rose and fell.
Mark pulled a fresh tank top over his head, glancing over his shoulder at him with a mixture of disbelief and fondness. “You’re seriously getting high right now?”
M/n exhaled a slow stream of haze toward the ceiling. “Mhm.”
Mark ran a hand down his face. “We have joint practice today. Coach Kim’s gonna murder you if you’re late again.”
“I’ll be there,” M/n promised, voice syrupy. “After this hit. Maybe a shower. A bagel.”
Mark just stared at him for a second, tank riding up slightly as he tugged his hoodie on next. “You’re so annoying.”
“And you love it.”
Mark didn’t even bother denying it this time. He just slipped on his slides, grabbed his duffel bag, and slung it over his shoulder.
As he opened the door, M/n called lazily from the bed, “Don’t forget to stretch, lover boy. I don’t want you cramping the next time you’re on top.”
Mark turned beet red. “Shut up!” The door clicked shut behind him.
The hallway outside smelled like fresh detergent and faint cologne - some other athlete had just passed through - and Mark made his way downstairs, footsteps light, hoodie hood up in hopes no one looked too closely at his still blushed face.
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon. Pale morning light cut through the east windows, glinting off the glass walls of the aquatic center.
Inside, the pool water sparkled like it had secrets.
Mark pushed through the entrance doors and instantly heard familiar voices echoing off the tile walls; laughter, a couple of groans, the slap of flip-flops against concrete.
By the lockers, the rest of the “Dream team” was already halfway through undressing:
Jeno stood in front of a mirror, shirt peeled off, towel around his neck, abs glinting with body spray. “Bro, I swear Coach is on one today. He’s tryna kill us before qualifiers.”
Jaemin leaned against a locker in his swim briefs, wet hair pushed back, sipping something from a protein bottle. “He’s not gonna kill me. I actually slept last night.”
Chenle was shirtless and stretching, earbuds in, one leg up on the bench like a ballerina.
Jisung was tugging off his sweatpants one leg at a time, yawning like he’d only gotten two hours of sleep (because he probably had).
Mark walked in and tried to play it cool, dropping his bag at the end of the bench, but Jeno glanced up and raised a brow.
“You’re late,” he said. “You sprint here or something? You look like you ran through the sauna.”
Jaemin squinted. “Is that a hickey?”
Mark froze.
“No,” he lied immediately, pulling his hoodie tighter. “Shut up.”
Chenle snorted. “You always get weird when you’ve been with him.”
“I said shut up!”
The pool echoed with the sharp whistle of Coach Kim as the team dove in for their warm-up sets.
Lanes split the Olympic-sized water cleanly, but that didn’t stop the splashing from crashing between them - arms slicing, legs kicking in unison. The air inside the aquatic center was thick with humidity and the scent of chlorine, mixing with the low grunts of effort and the buzz of the overhead lights.
Mark swam like he was possessed. Fast. Focused. Jaw tight, arms cutting through water with clean, practiced force. His mind should’ve been on breathing and turns.
But all he could think about was M/n’s mouth. M/n’s fingers in his waistband. And M/n's lazy-ass voice promising he’d show up on time - liar.
Coach Kim’s clipboard smacked the poolside. “Mark! Push that third lap! You’re dragging!”
Mark gritted his teeth and flipped into another turn.
On the bleachers near the entrance, the sound of footsteps and laughter grew louder.
Then a second group of athletes walked in. Sleek academy gear, different colored warm-ups, and just a bit more swagger in their stride.
M/n, of course, was in the back. Hoodie unzipped, swim briefs already peeking above his waistband, rubbing his face to somehow be rid of how high he was, and that soft post-hit flush still glowing on his cheekbones.
He yawned as he walked, hair tousled, goggles swinging lazily around his neck.
One of his teammates nudged him. “You good?”
“Great,” M/n said, smirking. “Ready to smoke y’all in the water too.”
Mark surfaced on his last warm-up lap - just in time to see him. His eyes narrowed immediately.
Coach Kim clapped his hands. “Alright. Dream team, outta the pool. Time to run drills with the others.”
Groans echoed, but the boys obeyed, hopping out one by one, water dripping off their bodies onto the tile. Mark pulled himself up last, shaking water from his hair like a dog, and grabbing his towel without looking.
"Of course you're late," he said under his breath as M/n passed by.
M/n only smiled, not even bothering to slow down. “You miss me, or you mad I wasn’t there to finish the job?”
Mark's rolled his eyes.
Jaemin snorted nearby. “Wow. He showed up high and spicy.”
Jeno shook his head. “Bet Coach is gonna make us race just to shut them up.”
And just like that-
“Captains to the blocks!” Coach Kim called out, already scribbling something on his clipboard.
Both teams paused. M/n’s teammates grinned. Mark’s team let out a low “oooohhh” like it was a schoolyard fight.
Mark raised a brow. “Seriously?”
“You scared?” M/n asked, rolling his neck and tugging off his hoodie, revealing smooth, defined muscle glistening slightly under the overhead lights.
Mark’s lips pressed together. He stepped up to the edge of the lane, shaking his arms out.
“I just don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Oh, baby,” M/n purred, sliding his goggles over his eyes, “I like it when you try.”
The pool fell silent - as if every other sound was sucked straight out of the room the second Mark and M/n stepped up to the starting blocks.
Both teams stood back, towels clutched in hands, water dripping off chins, goggles pushed to brows as they watched.
Mark rolled his shoulders back. His tank top was gone, and the broad lines of his chest glistened from the warm-up. He slid his goggles into place with one hand and shook out his arms. His lips were set in a straight line. Focused. Controlled.
Beside him, M/n climbed onto the block like he owned it. Goggles already down. His hoodie had been tossed aside, briefs hugging low on his hips, muscles soft but defined, his body humming with that dreamy mix of post-high laziness and sharp, ready aggression. He was buzzing beneath the surface—eyes covered, smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“100 free,” Coach Kim barked. “Race starts on the whistle.”
Mark and M/n crouched into position. Shoulders coiled. Feet gripping the edge. Fingers twitching just slightly.
Then, they launched.
The splash was instant, blinding. Mark hit the water first, clean and tight, arms slicing out in a powerful dolphin kick beneath the surface. His body moved with machine precision - one long wave of energy and muscle.
But right beside him, M/n was fluid. Lazy looking but fast; his kick just as strong, but with that cool, reckless rhythm that said he didn’t care who was watching, even though he definitely did.
They surfaced together, heads snapping side by side as they took that first stroke - Mark breathing through his teeth, M/n exhaling into the water like smoke.
Each stroke felt like a slap. The water popped off their backs. Their thighs sliced like blades.
M/n turned his head just enough to see Mark. Not behind. Not ahead. Just there. So he grinned under the water, just a little.
Mark saw it.
His jaw flexed.
They hit the wall and flipped in perfect sync. Two bodies spiraling under the water like twin torpedoes. Legs kicking out of the turn, arms locked, cutting through the blue like their lives depended on it.
By now the room was loud again - shouts echoing off the tile, boys cheering from both sides.
“LET’S GO, MARK!”
“COME ON, M/N - BURN HIM!”
Mark surged forward, face hard, eyes burning behind the tint of his goggles. His form was textbook. Coach’s dream.
But M/n? He was on vibes. Vaping an hour ago. High as hell. But swimming like poetry. His strokes were smooth, loose, fast, sexy in the way only real confidence could be.
They reached the halfway mark. Still neck and neck.
Muscles started to burn. Lungs started to beg. But neither of them let it show.
Mark gritted his teeth. He could feel M/n right beside him - close enough to touch. Close enough to remember his mouth. That smug smile from the bed. That tongue. That sound he made when Mark bit his neck.
His hand slapped the water with extra force. M/n felt the ripple. Smiled wider. And then - he pulled ahead. Just a fraction of a second, but enough to make Mark snap.
The final stretch. One length.
Coach Kim’s whistle blew again, shouting encouragement. Teammates clapped and hollered and screamed from the edges of the pool deck, their voices blending into one sharp rush of sound.
Mark pushed harder. His muscles were screaming, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t lose. Not to him. Not to that cocky little smirk and cloud of vape haze and he surged forward with everything left in him.
So did M/n.
Both of them hit the final wall - hands slamming down just milliseconds apart.
The pool erupted.
Everyone was yelling. The scoreboard lit up.
Mark ripped off his goggles, blinking water from his lashes. His chest rose and fell hard, heart pounding in his throat.
M/n surfaced a moment later, slick hair plastered to his forehead, teeth flashing.
Mark turned.
The scoreboard read:
M/N: 49.91
MARK: 49.94
Mark stared.
M/n’s smirk was pure evil. “You still breathing, captain?”
Mark’s lips twitched. He was pissed. But under all that? He was turned the hell on.
The pool deck was silent.
The shouts, the splashing, the pounding of feet - all of it had faded.
Coach Kim was gone. The “Dream team” had hit the showers, laughing and dragging their towels behind them. The others followed, dripping wet and smug with victory, patting M/n on the back like he’d just won a championship.
He took it all with his usual half-lidded grin. But his eyes weren’t on the scoreboard.
They were on Mark - still sitting at the far end of the pool, hoodie pulled back on, bare feet dipped into the water like he wasn’t ready to let go of the race just yet.
M/n’s smirk faded into something softer.
He stepped away from the others.
Water still clung to his skin, dripping down his abs, curling over his hipbones. He tugged off his swim cap, ran a hand through his wet hair, and crossed the deck in slow, echoing steps.
Mark didn’t look up when M/n knelt beside him.
“You mad?” M/n asked quietly.
Mark stared into the water. His hands were braced behind him, shoulders tense. “No.”
“You always get sulky when you lose.”
“I don’t care that I lost.”
M/n hummed. “Then what’s with the face?”
A beat of silence passed. Then Mark finally turned, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark - burning, angry, and needy all at once.
“You were playing with me,” Mark said lowly. “You didn’t even try till the end.”
M/n tilted his head, slowly reaching out to brush his wet fingers down Mark’s thigh. “And what if I was?”
Mark didn’t move. But his breathing picked up.
M/n leaned closer, his voice dropping into a whisper. “You wanna take it out on me?”
Mark’s jaw tightened.
M/n’s fingers traced higher, sliding beneath the hem of Mark’s bottoms, feather-light.
“I’ll let you.” His lips brushed against Mark’s ear. “I’ll let you do whatever you want. Right here. Right now. Fuck me, use me, let it all out - I can take it.”
Mark turned sharply, eyes locking onto him, wide and dangerous.
“You’re serious.”
M/n nodded. “I’ve been serious.”
That was all it took.
The hallway was warm and quiet, still damp from bodies moving through after practice. Mark’s towel was slung around his neck, and his jaw was clenched like he hadn’t let go of the tension yet. His hair was still wet - those little dark curls sticking to his forehead, water trailing behind his ear. He didn’t say a word as he walked, but his grip around M/n’s wrist? Firm. Possessive. Like he was done playing.
M/n didn’t fight it. He let Mark lead - half-limp from the joint he hit earlier, half-hard from the way Mark had been staring at him since the race.
When they reached their door, Mark scanned the keycard, and the lock beeped softly. The room opened with a faint creak and the stale air of heat and something leftover—sweat, maybe. Or want.
Mark didn’t flick on the overhead lights.
He just stepped inside, pulled M/n in with him, and kicked the door closed behind them with a heavy thud.
M/n stood near the wall, eyes half-lidded.
“Didn’t even say goodnight to the others,” he teased.
Mark dropped his towel. “Didn’t come back here for them.”
He turned, walked straight over to M/n, and stood in front of him - close enough that their breath mixed.
M/n tilted his head. “Then what’d you come back for?”
Mark’s hand came up, fingers gripping the hem of M/n’s hoodie, tugging it upward - slowly. M/n didn’t stop him. Just raised his arms and let it fall to the floor behind him.
Now it was just them. Sticky, hot, tired. And alone.
Mark’s lips crashed into M/n’s before another word could leave his mouth.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was punishment - pure, raw, claiming. His hands gripped M/n’s waist, fingers digging into warm skin, dragging him across the room until his thighs bumped the edge of the desk.
“Up,” Mark growled against his mouth.
M/n didn’t hesitate. He hoisted himself onto the desk with a smirk, legs spreading just enough for Mark to fit between them. His breath came shallow, chest rising and falling in slow anticipation as Mark yanked at the waistband of his swim briefs.
“You gonna take your time with this too?” M/n teased, lips brushing Mark’s jaw. “Like you did with the race?”
Mark didn’t answer. He shoved the briefs down in one rough tug, exposing M/n’s flushed length and twitching thighs. His own sweats and briefs came off with less ceremony, tossed carelessly to the floor, his cock already hard - thick and flushed and bobbing with each breath.
M/n’s gaze flicked downward, licking his lips.
But Mark wasn’t about to let him get cocky again.
He grabbed M/n’s thigh, dragging it up onto the desk so it bent at an angle, leaving him wide open. Then the other leg - hooked over Mark’s shoulder.
“W-Wait-” M/n blinked. “You’re not even gonna prep-”
“You to me to do what I want.” Mark’s voice was a low growl as he pressed the tip against M/n’s entrance, already slick from the lube he’d grabbed from the drawer earlier that week - the one they’d agreed was “just in case.” “You don’t deserve slow.”
M/n’s body tensed as the head pushed in - stretching him wide in one sharp, steady thrust.
“Ah- fuck!” he gasped, head falling back against the cool surface of the desk.
Mark gripped his hips tight, muscles taut, pushing in inch by inch until he was buried deep. He didn’t move right away - just stared down at him, breath ragged, watching the way M/n’s mouth opened in a soft, broken moan.
“You like this?” Mark asked lowly, voice shaky but firm. “Getting fucked like a loser?”
M/n’s eyes fluttered. “Y-You’re the loser-”
Mark snapped his hips forward. Hard.
M/n choked on a moan, hands scrambling to brace himself on the edge of the desk as Mark began to thrust in earnest - deep, relentless, punishing strokes that knocked papers and pens to the floor.
The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room. The wet drag of Mark’s cock driving in again and again made M/n’s toes curl, his voice caught between gasps and curses.
“Say it,” Mark growled, bending slightly to press their chests together, hand slipping between them to wrap around M/n’s cock. “Say who’s winning now.”
M/n whined. “F-Fuck—Mark, I-”
“You.” Another thrust. “Can’t.” Another. “Even.” Harder. “Talk.”
He shifted M/n’s leg higher on his shoulder and angled his hips upward, slamming in just right - and that was it. M/n cried out, whole body trembling as Mark pounded into him, one hand gripping the edge of the desk so tight his knuckles turned white.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Mark groaned, his pace stuttering as M/n clenched around him. “You’re mine. You hear me?”
Mark’s thrusts became erratic, hips slamming forward with each breath, and M/n’s cries turned high-pitched, the edge of pleasure creeping in too fast.
He was close. So fucking close.
Mark stroked him faster, eyes locked on his face. “Come for me,” he whispered, voice thick and rough. “Right here. Want you to make a mess all over this desk.”
M/n’s back arched. His mouth fell open.
And with a broken sob of Mark’s name, he came hard - ropes of cum spilling across his stomach, his thighs twitching as the orgasm tore through him.
The sight alone was enough.
Mark cursed, deep and desperate, and slammed into him one last time, hips jerking as he spilled inside hot and thick, filling him to the brim, his breath shuddering against M/n’s throat.
For a moment, everything was still.
Only the sound of their panting filled the room.
M/n’s leg slowly slid down from Mark’s shoulder, both of them shaking, stuck between pleasure and exhaustion.
The room was quiet now. Still humid. Still dim.
Mark had cleaned them both up with a warm towel, hands gentle as he wiped M/n down - thighs sticky, ass leaking, body still twitching every time Mark touched too close.
The desk was a wreck. A pen had rolled off. Someone’s jacket was hanging halfway off the chair. The room smelled like sweat, sex, and the faint hint of eucalyptus muscle rub in the air.
But the bed… The bed was calling.
M/n was already stretched out across it, bare except for one of Mark’s oversized tank tops hanging loose off his frame. The fabric bunched up around his waist, riding high enough to show the curve of his hips and that sensitive patch of skin Mark had bitten earlier.
Mark stood at the foot of the bed, still naked, eyes heavy-lidded and dark.
“You good?” he asked quietly.
M/n rolled onto his back, legs spreading just enough in invitation. His voice was slow, honeyed. “Still feel you dripping out of me.”
Mark’s breath hitched.
He climbed onto the bed; slow, deliberate, muscles taut. His hands landed on either side of M/n’s hips, dipping low to press a soft kiss just above his navel.
“You say shit like that,” he murmured against his skin, “and expect me to sleep?”
M/n grinned, one hand threading into Mark’s damp curls. “Didn’t say anything about sleeping.”
Mark’s mouth moved lower. He kissed across M/n’s hip, then dragged his tongue down the inside of his thigh - slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world now.
“Fuck,” M/n whispered, legs twitching slightly. “You’re serious…”
Mark looked up at him, eyes gleaming. “You said you could take it. Prove it.”
Then- he dove back in.
M/n cried out, back arching off the mattress as Mark licked into him, tongue slow and deep and filthy. His hands gripped M/n’s thighs, keeping them wide open, keeping him grounded even as his legs tried to clamp shut.
“Shit-Mark, f-fuck!”
Mark didn’t stop. His tongue worked in slow circles, switching between long, greedy strokes and tight flicks that had M/n’s whole body trembling. Every now and then, he’d moan low into it on purpose,sending vibrations that made M/n nearly lose it.
“You taste like me,” Mark whispered between licks. “Fucking perfect.”
M/n whimpered, hands gripping the sheets now, his cock twitching back to life against his stomach.
Mark pulled back, lips glistening, and crawled up over him - kissing his way along M/n’s chest, up his throat, until they were face to face.
Their noses brushed. Their breaths tangled.
Then Mark lined himself up again - no hesitation, no prep, just spit and need and the lazy stretch of muscles already used to each other.
He pushed in slow.
They both groaned, low and long, like their bodies had been waiting for this since the pool. Since the race. Since forever.
M/n’s hands flew to Mark’s back, nails raking down as he adjusted to the pressure. “F-Fuck… you feel even deeper like this.”
Mark rocked forward again, setting a slow but intense rhythm - hips rolling deep, grinding in tight, staying close enough that their chests stayed pressed together the whole time.
“I wanna see your face this time,” Mark breathed, brushing the hair from M/n’s forehead. “Wanna watch you lose it.”
M/n’s lips parted in a soft moan, eyes fluttering half-shut. “T-Then go harder…”
Mark did.
He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that made M/n gasp - eyes flying open, head tipping back, mouth falling open in a soundless moan.
“Right there?” Mark growled, thrusting deeper.
“Fuck yes- right there-don’t stop!”
He didn’t.
He stayed locked in that angle, that pace - one hand cupping the back of M/n’s head, the other wrapped tight around his thigh, holding him close. Every stroke was perfect. Every sound M/n made was fuel.
Their bodies moved like instinct, like music - slapping and grinding and gasping in time with the bedframe tapping softly against the wall.
“Gonna come again,” M/n whispered, nearly sobbing it. “Don’t stop - don’t you fucking stop-”
Mark kissed him - hard, messy, moaning into his mouth as M/n’s whole body tensed under him.
Then he came.
Harder than the first time - hot ropes streaking across their stomachs, his thighs twitching, legs clamping tight around Mark’s waist.
The squeeze pushed Mark over the edge too.
He groaned deep, hips stuttering as he spilled inside again slower this time, gentler, with little whimpers pressed against M/n’s neck.
They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, tangled in skin and sheets and soft, sticky heat.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: fan!wooyoung x male!soloist!reader smau
summary: y/n is a relatively well known kpop soloist. he's got cool idol friends, a flawless discography, and the ability to hook up with any idol he wants. the boy who caught his eye though, is no idol. he's a nondescript boy that y/n talked with for three minutes at his fansign. so he does a little bit of social media stalking and finds him on twitter: his name is wooyoung. he follows him and sends him a nice dm to break the ice, but leaves out one crucial thing. he is the idol wooyoung is obsessing over.
** ༉‧₊˚✧↳ warnings: mature humor, sexual content
·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ status: in progress
profiles: one two
chapters: one two
taglist: @guminmymouth @enverx @bbibbiiu @zpshr @b0orf @eternalsweetener @naelvze @decayingxskull ask in comments or dm me to be added!
warnings: soobin has tattoos, reader is wounded, soob is a little desperate, there's nothing much
“Soobin.”
He paused and looked up from where he was silently tending to your wound. “I can do this myself,” you said quietly, pushing him away by his shoulder. He stubbornly shook his head and returned to wrapping bandages around your stomach.
You sighed and sat back as his hands brushed over your waist and up closer to your chest, checking his work. He stopped close to your throat.
“I’m not hurt there,” you said as he traced the veins in your neck.
“I know,” he muttered lowly, eyes flicking up to make searing eye contact. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around your throat, warm but dangerous.
His tattoos peek out of his unbuttoned shirt collar and you get distracted following them down his chest until they’re out of sight. “What are you doing?” you asked as he leaned closer and tipped your head up with his thumb.
Soobin didn’t answer, always quiet unless around you. He leaned closer and you shivered as he pressed a kiss to the column of your throat. “Soobin…” you whispered softly, your fingers carding through his raven hair. He hummed while sucking a mark into the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder.
You pulled him back by the roots of his hair to look into his eyes. They were full of worship and fondness, like he just couldn’t control himself and needed to show how he felt. You tugged him back in for a sweet kiss, pouring every feeling you had into him until you felt like there were flowers blooming between your lips.
A gentle sigh escaped your body as he laid you back against the cushions. He treated you gingerly, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at the slightest touch. You unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, revealing the tattoo patterns you knew all too well.
“Fuck,” he groaned, your hands traveling lower down his body to touch all the places you were never allowed to before. “Don’t tease.” He pressed himself up against you while kissing every spot he could reach.
“I’m not trying to.” You unzip his pants and tug them down, his lips insistently capturing yours again. “So needy,” you smiled once he pulled away.
Soobin huffed, pulling down your underwear and running his hands over your exposed hips. “Stunning,” he whispered, seemingly in awe of your beauty.
Red dusted your cheeks but you managed out a thank you as you tossed the clothes into a corner of the room. He placed kisses down your chest reverently and you let out a whine.
Genre: Smut, fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: An unpleasant encounter becomes a show of affection and a near confession from Chan. Have two finally become one? / 'I'd wanna hold you just for a while, and die with a smile. If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you' "Die With a Smile" by Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.
Tags: polyamory, polycule, homophobia, mentions of homophobia, chan being the protective leader he is, peek at angry chan, anal fingering, anal sex, rimming, 69-position, shower foreplay, shower stuff, dom/sub undertones, pet names (baby, good boy), creampie, multiple sex rounds, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum eating, spanking.
A day with Chan. You couldn’t believe your luck. You loved hanging out with all the members, but the leader carried a special place in your heart. The both of you talked about everything and anything. You found yourself telling him things you never dared to tell anyone else; he did the same in return. In an industry where you had to wear masks, it felt nice having someone to be fully honest with. You could be who you truly are with him, and never worried about what happened afterwards. You always made up excuses to be around him: pretending you’d asked someone else to hang but they’d been busy; that you wanted to show him a melody you’d worked on or look over lyrics for his opinion; that you simply wished for his company over anyone in the world.
Yet, the most frustrating thing lately has been his hesitation. While everyone else jumped on you the moment they could, Chan kept a tight hold on himself. No matter how many times you made it clear you wanted him, he promised ‘later, YNie’. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of him late at night, when you tossed and turned in bed and sleep evaded you. You pictured his strong, hard body on top of yours, hips spreading your thighs as he kissed you. Even though you had hot, kinky sex with the other members, you wanted Chan to be special. You knew he’d make it passionate and gentle. You knew you’d spend ages exploring his body, kissing the most sensitive spots and caressing his lean muscles. He’d do the same to you, holding you so close your bodies stayed melted together.
You wished he’d at least kiss you.
“-So, I told him we could work on it tomorrow,” he told you as he finished his last set. “Changbin always shows me stuff late at night when neither of us can sleep. He says he gets inspired at night.”
“I know how he feels,” you said, taking his place on the bench. “I started working on this ballad the other night that I’ve been meaning to show you.”
“A ballad?” he asked, spotting you by holding the bar with two fingers.
“Yeah, I guess I was in a sentimental mood last night and it inspired me.” You wouldn’t say that you’d been looking at pictures of you both on a walk around the city. “I can show it to you later. I really want to see what you think.”
He helped you with the bar a few times. You’d gotten better at working out since you became Changbin’s gym buddy. Stays liked the muscles you’d developed, and, yes, you hoped Chan might notice you. When you ended your set, you thought of going to work on your legs when Chan got up close to you. No product in his hair, his natural curls were pushed back from his face with a cap so they stuck out the back. Without makeup, you got to see the bare beauty up close. You admired the shape of his full lips, the size of his nose and how his eyes sparkled like they carried galaxies in them. You saw his unblemished skin, and sharp jawline. How could one person carry all the beauty in the world in them?
“Hey,” he said, almost low enough that it stayed between both of you, “I was wondering if, um, you know…” he pursed his lips and looked away shyly, “If you wanted to, maybe, if you wanted and it’s totally okay if you don’t…”
“Hyung?” Was it happening?
“If you wanted to go out with me tonight, maybe?” he asked with a grimace, afraid of what you might say. “Not as friends?”
“Like, a real date?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “If you don’t want to, it’s cool. We can stay friends. I just thought…you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot since you joined our group and I really like being around you, so I thought you might want to go on a real date with me? Like I said-”
“-Yes,” you cut him off, unable to stop your hammering heart. “I’d really like that.”
“You would?” he said, surprised and hopeful.
“Yeah,” you laughed, nodding. “I thought I was going to have to ask you, since I’ve sort of been waiting for you.”
He laughed embarrassed, “Oh, wow. I guess all the flirting and teasing should’ve been a giveaway, huh?”
“It was a bit of one, but,” you added quickly, “We don’t have to do that. I don’t expect it when we are alone together. I like being with you outside of, you know, sex stuff.”
“But, you do want to, right?”
“Channie-hyung,” you said, “Look at you. Of course, I do.”
“Good to know,” he smirked, bringing you even closer. “Changbin told me you guys did it here the other day.”
“It’s not my fault he can’t keep his hands to himself,” you defended with a smile. You too thought about Changbin’s strong hands on your hips as he bent you over the bench press last week. “It’d been quick, but so good.”
“As hot as that sounds you really shouldn’t do that here,” he cautioned. “Someone could have seen you guys.”
“That’s the point of public sex, hyung.”
“I mean, someone could film it and out you two. While I do like thinking of you getting slammed by Changbin,” he said, fixing the strap of your tank top, “Just be more careful where you do it, okay?”
“Of course, hyung.”
He gave your chin a small pinch before pulling away. “I’ll go get my stuff from the locker room and we can go.”
“Sure,” you said, watching him leave for the locker room doors.
The moment the door closed, you jumped for joy. Faint squeals made it past your gritted teeth and butterflies soared in your stomach. A real date with Chan? It couldn’t be really happening. You didn’t care if nothing happened afterwards; just going out on an actual date with him got you one step closer to his heart. You picked up your stuff with shaky hands. You tried controlling the bubbling nerves, but visions of your date kept coming at you. Yet, this light was snuffed out when a voice came from behind you.
“So, the company hasn’t gotten rid of you yet, Park?”
Kim Beomgyu stood between the machines with two men on either side. You recognized them as Hyungshik and Daniel. Beomgyu looked just as large and intimidating as the last time you’d seen him. Standing a few inches taller than you, he’d spent ages developing his buff body. Fans of theirs called him the muscle pig, since he worked out and ate so much. Every butterfly in your stomach died seeing him so close. Your palms became sweaty, and you suddenly want to run. Remembering your last encounter, you didn’t want to go through it a second time.
“No,” you said, trying to keep up a face of courage. “You see that I’m here, right?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t leave on your own,” he said, coming closer to you. “I thought the ass kicking I gave you made it clear: Nobody wants you here.” He gave you a light shove, and your heart dropped into your stomach.
“I don’t know if you noticed, hyung,” you said, putting spite into your voice, “But they put me in one of the most popular kpop groups in the world. When was the last time Zero won anything? Oh, that’s right. You haven’t because your music is shit and your dancing is awful.”
The three of them laughed, “That’s the best you can do? So what if you’re a Stray Kid? I can still beat your ass,” he shoved you again. “This is a No-Fairy Zone. You better go before I enforce it.”
“They seem to have an open door policy on assholes, though.”
Chan appeared from behind you, immediately getting between you and Beomgyu. You saw the tongue-in-cheek sign of anger Chan exhibited sometimes. His body became tense, and he stared right at Beomgyu.
‘Oh, you poor dumb bastard…’
“You’re actually defending this fairy, Bahng?” Beomgyu asked in disbelief. “What? Are you his boyfriend or something?”
“He’s one of my members. I take care of my members, unlike you.” He stepped up to him, “I suggest you and your lapdogs go to the other side of the gym and pretend you never saw us.”
“Or what? You’ll sprinkle your fairy dust on me?”
“No, your nose will start bleeding.”
“What?”
“Because that’s where my fist is going to land if you keep insulting YN. You made your point: you’re a self-hating gay man who can’t confront his sexuality. We get it. You're attracted to YN and you can't help it so you get angry. Denial is natural in the beginning stages.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beomgyu said, though not as confident as before.
“I saw how you kept looking at YN when we were at MAMA,” he said. “You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Is that why you beat him up the first time? Did you get so upset over it that you took it out on him?” He got in Beomgyu’s face, “Did he get you so hard you almost hated him for it?”
“You’re a liar. I ain’t no fucking f-”
“-Sure, keep telling yourself that. You might believe it one day. YN-yah, let’s go. Now.”
You snatched up your phone and quickly followed Chan out of the gym. Neither of you spoke on your way to the parking lot. Chan’s anger seemed to vibrate through him and kept you away. He even ticked his head to one side like he did when he disapproved or was angry about something. You saw his knuckles whiten around the handle of his duffle bag. Every Stray Kid member knew not to talk to him when he was upset. Once in the car, you kept quiet as Chan made to start the car. But, then he didn’t.
“Don’t tell the members what happened,” he said, voice still steely. “Changbin-ah would go after him if he knew, and Minho-yah would be right behind him. I don’t want a bad light put on us.”
“You said you would hit him…”
“If I had to, but I would’ve preferred not to do that. Beomgyu’s a bitch and he would’ve cried to the company if I’d hit him.” He looked over at you, “Don’t tell them, okay? Promise me you won’t.”
“I won’t.”
“Not even Hyunjin or Felix. Nobody.”
“Nobody,” you nodded.
He started the car and began driving. You didn't utter a word to him the entire ride. His anger kept an invisible barrier between the two of you. You knew his anger remained directed at Beomgyu, but the air felt too tense to speak.
He brought you to his dorm instead of yours. You guessed Changbin and Jisung weren't home when you walked in to find a quiet apartment. Chan walked over to their open floor kitchen, grabbing a beer and popping it open. You stared at him for a moment, unable to focus on anything but him.
You couldn’t recall someone defending you before. The Zero members sort of kept away whenever Beomgyu started going at you. Friends of yours didn’t know how to react when it happened, and your parents would rather let it happen than risk a scandal. You thought you might cry, remembering how he’d immediately shielded you from Beomgyu and threatened to hurt him if he kept going.
“Nobody’s ever done that for me,” you said quietly. “Not once.”
“I’ll do it as many times as I need to,” he said, taking another gulp of his drink. “I care about you, YNie.”
“You do?” You came up to him, your body aching to be closer. Beomgyu’s taunting eyes and hurtful words stuck themselves in your head. You saw his lean arms and wanted to be in them. Only there did you feel truly safe. “Really?”
“Of course,” he said, surprised by your question.
You stopped inches away from him. “Is that why you were so touchy with me at MAMA this year?’ you asked, thinking about your first major performance with Stray Kids. “You knew he was watching me?”
You hadn’t thought much of it at the time. But, now that you did, Chan had been a bit more flirty and affectionate than normal. Your skin still prickled remembering his hands on the exposed parts of your outfit, the flirty comments he made in your ear and how cute he acted towards you. A part of you thought he’d done it to distract you from your old group, but now you realize it was to keep Beomgyu away…or make him jealous. Even Changbin said he was pushing the boundaries. Chan gave a small smirk at your question.
“At first, I thought he wanted to get you alone so he could bully you,” he admitted, “But then he kept checking you out. We were in the waiting area with everyone else, and I noticed he was looking in your direction a lot. I’ve seen enough leering to know when someone wants to fuck,” he chuckled. “Then, his aggression towards you suddenly made sense to me. He’s gay too, and just doesn’t want to admit it to himself. Having someone around who he knew was gay I guess sort of sparked this self-loathing. He took it out on you because you make him feel stuff he thinks he isn’t allowed to feel.” He put down his drink and cupped your cheek. “But, it works out for me.”
“How?”
“Less competition.”
For months, you’d pictured Chan passionately kissing you, whether during sex or not. His lips, warm and soft, felt better than any pair you’d kissed before. Your heart blossomed and every ounce of yearning came out in your kiss. He kept you in place by the cheek and the back of your neck, and your hand naturally fell on his chest. You wanted him to know how you felt without words. Words meant nothing, but kisses meant everything. You moved closer for him to deepen the kiss, wet tongues touching one another as he groaned softly in your mouth. Even when you broke apart, you both shared soft, brief kisses before diving back in for another deep, passionate one.
“Perfect,” he breathed when you broke apart, “Better than I imagined.”
“So much better,” you agreed, kissing him again.
Lips finding yours again, his hands slid your shirt up over your head. You returned the favor, slipping underneath the muscle shirt and peeling it off his toned body. Since joining, you’d seen Chan shirtless a fair share of times but not this close. You saw every definition, unable to stop yourself from tracing them up to his chest before removing his shirt completely. His hands went around your waist to your back, not moving down but instead up to the backs of your shoulders. This forced you closer to him, your body pressing up against his like it was made to be. He was intoxicating. This sudden freedom to touch him left you eager to feel every part your hands could reach. For once in your life, you became one with another person. This did not have the shallow, lustful hunger you experienced so often. Something deeper hid behind the veil and slowly made its way up your stomach. Reaching up into his soft, dark curls, you gave them a light tug to keep him steady as you tilted your head to one side.
He guided you through the apartment to their bathroom, excitement building up in your gut. Once inside, he pressed you to the counter and continued kissing you. Every vein in your body pumped blood straight to your center, where Chan’s thigh brushed into you. The gentle touch impacted you, but not as it usually did. Only made you want more of him. One hand kept you balanced, while the other roamed your body. Besides your nipples, his thumb rolled around the dip of your hips close to the v-line; the fingers tenderly caressed your stomach and the sternum of your chest to your neck again. Hand wrapped around your throat, he didn’t squeeze. He simply held you like that as his other hand worked on removing the rest of your clothes. Chan groaned when you started doing the same back. You hadn’t seen his dick since that first night, and you wanted to see it again.
Chan only broke away from you to turn on the shower, and your eyes raked over his nude body. They focused on the semi-hard cock between his thighs. The others had been right: you’re both roughly the same size. You couldn’t wait to have it in you. The water deemed good enough, Chan and you giggled as he brought you back into his arms underneath the shower head. Things became more slippery when the body wash came out. The sliding of his skin and hands on you sent more blood to your core. You grew more excited when he pressed your back to his chest, and worked his way past your hips.
“Chan-”
“-We have to make sure you’re clean everywhere, baby.”
A faint whine escaped you when both his hands reached your hardening length. He didn’t touch it right away. Chan focused on the areas around it. He crouched to lay gentle kisses on your ass cheeks while he rubbed the citrus lather on your thighs and legs. You shivered, and weakened when his ass grabbed both buttocks tenderly.
“When was the last time anyone touched this, hm?” he asked, kissing up your back and sucking the fleshier part of your neck.
“Changbin.”
“And now I get to. Oh, oops,” he said coyly when his hand slipped between your cheeks briefly. “Sorry, YNie,” three fingers rubbed against your ass hole and you leaned forward as it weakened you, “I didn’t mean to. The soap is so slippery,” he rolled his fingers in circles, “And your ass is so round and full. It just happened.”
His hand went further down to where your ass and balls met. You spread your legs out of habit to give him more access. “I only want to be thorough with you,” he said as he kissed along your shoulders, sucking and nibbling them occasionally.
“You’re so good to me, hyung,” you whimpered as he rolled your balls in his hand. “You always take such good care of me.”
“Of course I do,” he replied, letting go of them to bring you back in his arms. Your cock sticking straight out, it became sensitive to his touch. “You mean so much to me.” He paused at your shoulder, lips pressed to the crook of your neck. You sensed the words in the silence, “Is it crazy to say I felt that way before we even met?”
“What?” The butterflies in your stomach suddenly went wild.
“I followed you on Instagram and Tiktok before you joined, and, um, I kind of…”
“Yeah?”
“I planned on telling you this later,” he said, forehead on your shoulder and hands nowhere near your dick, “You know, when we’re not naked and hard in the shower but, um, you know, I really like you…Like a lot more than band members or friends…”
“Me too.”
Nothing else was said. A soapy hand started gliding up and down your shaft slowly, giving gentle squeezes to the tip between his fingers. “My sweet boy,” he continued, kissing your neck, “You’re my sweet boy. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am,” you grinned, giggling softly when he kept kissing close to your ear.
“You’ll be good for your leader?”
“Yes, Leader-nim.”
“That’s my boy.”
He turned your head to deeply kiss you. You moaned into his lips as he pumped only your tip, squeezing and rolling around it until you squirmed in his arms. Grabbing his other hand, you put it to your throat again and he knew what you wanted. He kept you in place by your neck as he played with the head of your dick.
“I’m not going to do anything particularly kinky, but if I do something you don’t like,” he said, “Just say ‘cherry’ and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded as best you could.
“What’s our safe word?”
“Cherry.”
“Good boy.”
Then, it was your turn to wash him. Turning around in his arms, you instantly felt his dick poke yours. He gave a low hum when they brushed lightly over, and he brought you closer. You felt down the broad shoulders and vascular arms, tracing the natural veins that sometimes came out, before reaching his waistline. Chan’s breathing grew heavier when you passed over his stomach and chest again. His eyes stayed on your lips, eager to kiss them before he brought you to him by the back of your neck. You grew hard simply touching him. The both of you stood there under the water, fondling and exploring one another as you should. It felt natural. No rush to the bed. No hurry to get anywhere. You felt content simply touching and kissing. Even as your arousal grew, you did not want to end it so quickly.
“I should've done this sooner,” he said between kisses as you towel dried one another. “I've clearly been missing out on your cure-all ass.”
“My cure-all ass?” you laughed in disbelief. “Which of them said this?”
“Changbin,” he chuckled, kissing you. “He swears your ass makes his problems go away.”
Both of you laughed, “Hyunjin says my dick is ‘life-changing’. I don't know where it comes from. It's…alright.”
“I don't know,” he reached down between you and grabbed your erection, “I'm looking at it now and seeing a whole new perspective on life.”
You held back your laughter until it spilled over. “Maybe you should try it for yourself sometime,” you said, stroking him back, “I’m always down to help my leader better himself.”
“Another time,” he replied, dropping the towel and leading you out of the bathroom. “I’ve been looking at this all day,” he squeezed your ass until you squeaked and giggled, “And I can’t wait anymore.”
“I can’t either.”
He gave you several kisses on the way to his bedroom. On his bed, you barely took in anything else around you. Chan suddenly became your entire world, and you didn’t want to leave just yet. He laid on top of you, gently spreading your thighs as he kissed you again. Fresh from your shower, you took in the pine-scented body wash and the smoothness of his skin. His muscles were in a more relaxed state, becoming softer against your fingers.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he peppered kisses across your jawline. “So, so beautiful.”
“You too,” you breathed, wrapping yourself around him to keep him close. “Just when I think I've gotten used to it, you come around the corner and blow me away again.” The confession poured from you, eyes closing to savor his lips moving further down your body. “You make me feel safe…I don’t worry about things because I know you’re there to take care of me. I feel better after I’ve been around you…I’ve wanted this since we first met. I’ve wanted you, Channie. Please…” you breathed the last word, your hands sliding into his dark curls as he reached your hardon, “Don’t make me wait anymore. Please…”
“I won’t, baby,” he promised, kissing down your length to your balls. “We’re both going to get,” he moved to your inner thighs and lifted them by the knees, “Exactly what we want.” He reached up to one knee, massaging the backs of them, and said, “You’ve become such a special person to me. I’ll always take care of you…” He kissed back down to your center, “In any way I can.”
You twitched when his mouth encompassed the tip. Still holding onto your knees, he sunk his mouth inch by inch onto your dick. You looked down to see his shoulder and back muscles flexing in this position, the veins in his arms more noticeable in the slight strain to be propped upwards. It resembled every fantasy you’ve ever had about him. Your entire body electrified each time he reached the base and softly hummed around you. His full lips sucked you lightly, and you felt his tongue sliding against the veins of your dick. When you saw his hips grinding into the bed, the request slipped from your lips.
“Let me suck you too.”
Chan didn’t question it. He laid back on the bed and let you position yourself on top of him. Every urge inside you screamed to fuck his mouth, but you refused to ruin the moment with hastiness. Grabbing onto one another, you both continued. A bit thicker than some of the others, you took a moment to adjust to his size. The combination of finally having him filling your mouth and you filling his created muffled whimpering. Neither of you took the other one out completely. You didn’t want the sensation to end. Chan only elevated it when his hands grasped your ass cheeks. You squirmed on top of you when you felt him begin tenderly squeezing them, thumbs grazing the hole. When you felt him begin guiding you on his face, you carefully started sliding in and out of his mouth on your own. You let him do the same, staying completely still for his dick to penetrate your mouth. Still not rough or quick, he sucked harder when you withdrew and only licked the tip when you hung it over him and sunk back inside. You groaned at the dick stuffing your face. The taste of him dragged across your tongue, turning into a salty drool that you slurped and licked up whenever he pulled out.
Two fingers rolled around your ass hole again, and Chan let out a muffled chuckle when you trembled. “Sit on my face, baby,” he said between breaths, “Let me tongue fuck you.”
With a bit of maneuvering, you planted your bottom right on his face as requested. You didn’t regret it at all. Chan kept them open, he swiped his tongue over and around you as it tickled your insides. You continued stroking the wet cock in front of you, occasionally bending down to lick up the beads of precum. He was incredibly hard. Hard enough that it stood on its own when you let go and only used your mouth. Chan didn’t stop you from grinding into his face; he actually encouraged it once his tongue snaked inside. When you managed to stay still, he wriggled and whirled his tongue between your clenched walls and shoved as deep as he could. Not enough to make you cum right away, but it was enough to stroke him faster and harder.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned when he removed his tongue to give teasing licks, “Fuck, baby, like that. Jerk me off like that.”
Chan’s hips bucked upwards and his muscles tensed as you squeezed and jerked him. Even if your arm burned, you kept the pace just for him. His dick pulsated and throbbed in your hand, and you knew he was close by the curling toes and the grip of your ass. Then, you stopped which made him grunt inside you.
“Please, don’t cum yet,” you said in your smallest, sweetest voice. “I want cum with you.”
“I can hold it,” he assured you, “Don’t you worry about that. Keep sucking my dick,” he ordered, “I want to fuck your pretty throat just like you’ve wanted.”
Holding the back of your neck with one hand, Chan kept you in place and started thrusting his hips upwards. You never felt such satisfaction before. You kept your mouth wide open so he heard the gagging sounds and felt your drool dripping down his length. Streams of curses mixed with your name as he let go of his restraint. He said everything you’d always pictured him saying.
“Such a good boy…taking your leader’s cock so well and letting him use you like this…Fuck, YN…”
“I only want to make you happy, Leader-nim,” you breathed when he pulled out, taking hold of him to tap him on your face and lips. “You do so much for us and you're so good to me. I want to make you feel good.”
“Oh?”
You yelped and giggled when he rolled you over, this time being on top. Settling himself over you facing forward, Chan dug into your mouth at a new angle. You held onto his thighs, nails softly digging into the firm muscles as he started rocking back and forth. He never took his eyes off you, almost as if entranced by the sight of your lips firmly sucking his cock. Chan barely let you breathe. He’d withdraw, smear more precum and spit over your lips as you panted, then plunged right back in. You whined when he finally pulled away from you.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he bent to lightly kiss you, “You’re getting something better. Just stay still for me, alright?”
He grinned when you nodded, pecking your cheek and reaching over to the headboard behind him. Hidden behind pillows was a bottle of lubricant, which he popped open and spread a generous amount on his length. Chan stroked himself over you, admiring your naked body and hard cock for a moment before pressing to your entrance. You held your legs up by the knees to expose yourself, giving your body over to him completely.
“I’ll start off slow,” he said in a shaky breath as he rolled himself around you, “And you tell me when you want me to go faster. Okay?”
“Okay.”
The both of you laughed and shared another kiss, regardless of where your mouths had been. He took advantage of the moment and pushed the tip gently into you. Chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, your grip tightened under your knees as a second inch went inside. You finally felt the full girth of him, a slight burning coming with each thrust, but it felt good. Your cock throbbed between your legs, precum leaking onto your stomach and you reached down to touch yourself. Chan didn’t stop you. He was too focused on what was going on between you. You whined between pursed lips, eyes pleading with him to finally fill you, and stroked yourself slowly. When he finally reached the base, you saw the restraint in him threatening to break. Being full of him, his tip easily pushed to your g-spot and you thought you might cum right then. A flood of pleasure burst open once your body understood what was happening.
“Keep touching yourself for me,” he said in your ear, rocking languidly into you. He hardly pulled out, only going an inch or two, “I love watching you do it.”
“Then I’ll-I’ll do it for you whenever you want,” you promised, head tilting back when he went particularly deep.
Chan kept the same gradual speed while you attempted to keep in time with it. When he knelt up, eyes still focused on your body, you couldn’t help admiring him back. A faint pink tinge going from cheeks to neck, messy curls hanging over his face, and swollen lips parted in his moans, you wanted to capture the moment forever. The image alone had you jerking a bit faster, squeezing your head until strings of precum came out.
"Go faster,” you finally whimpered after a time. “Please, Leader-nim.”
“Like this?” He started at a medium, shallow pace.
“Mm, faster. Fucking pound my ass, please. Please, I want it-Oh god!”
Pulling you closer by your knees, legs to his shoulders, Chan finally gave you what you both wanted. His bed lightly tapping the wall behind him, both your moans and groans mixed together in the still air. When he leaned back, held up by his arms, Chan entered in a new angle that drove you insane. You kept jerking off in front of him, knowing you were close to orgasming, and he knew it too.
“You can cum, baby,” he assured you, pushing his hips into yours, “I want to see you cum for me.”
“I want you to cum too,” you whined, your body slowly becoming more sensitive and quaking. “Please, Leader-nim, cum with me. Cum inside me, on me, however you want.”
“Then make me cum.”
You sat up and settled onto his lap. Chan sat with his legs outstretched, holding you by the hips as he cradled you. Sitting on it, you saw stars with him fully inside you. The both of you locked together, you pumped your fist over your cock while working Chan in time with it. Chan stared down to the scene below, just holding and watching as his own orgasm slowly approached. He’d been wanting to cum for a while, but withheld it to let you enjoy him. Now, he got to witness your climax up close.
“Go on,” he encouraged you, pinching your nipple for extra pleasure, “Make me cum. You want it so bad, then do it.”
“Oh god, Chan,” you moaned in a shaky breath, “Chan, Channie-hyung, fuck, oh my god.”
With a final push, both orgasms finally burst through. Hard and fast, they hit each of you like a freight train. Neither of you cared how loud or desperate you became. Your cum spilled over your fingers and squirted onto Chan’s stomach while his shot into the deepest part of you. Yet, even as you came down, it didn’t feel like enough. You’d wanted this for so long, and you needed more. Chan did not even have to ask. As his body started relaxing, he pulled you off him and onto your front. You didn’t object as he sandwiched his cock between your ass cheeks, enjoying the overstimulation that kept him from softening.
“You’re going to cum again for me,” he said, hand around your throat and lips pressed to your ear, “And again and again until I’m satisfied. I don’t care how long we’re here or how long it takes you.” He started with the same slow speed, “I’m loving this way too much to stop now.”
“Yes,” you breathed, face half-buried in his sheets, “I don’t want to stop either.”
“That’s my boy,” he smirked, kissing the edge of your ear before sliding his tip over your hole. “Just relax for me,” he kissed the back of your shoulder, “And let me enjoy touching you.”
He lifted one leg up and reached around to stroke your sensitive cock. You shifted from the slight sparks his fist created, hands clawing around the sheets as you stayed still underneath him. He whispered more tender, filthy things in your ear while he steadily worked you to a full erection again. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. His hard body pressed on top of yours felt unreal. His arm snaked between the crevasse of hip and thigh, gingerly fondling you was only a dream. You whined and moaned each time he touched a particularly sensitive spot, pushing for friction and just to hear him hum in your ear.
“This can’t really be real” you giggled, twitching when his thumb rolled around your tip. “I’m gonna wake up from a nap or something with a huge hard on and realize this isn't real.”
“I hope it’s real,” he replied, giving it a few gentle strokes as it grew in his hand. “Because I think I’d die if I woke up right now.”
“Then let's not wake up,” you turned your head enough to kiss him briefly, earning more on your cheek and jawline. “Don’t let me wake up.”
“I won’t even let you sleep,” he said, a smirk in his voice as he pushed himself back inside you. “We’re not stopping until we’re completely empty,” he gave a slightly deeper push, “And I think we’re far from that right now.”
When he slipped back inside, he did so at a sideways angle, keeping you pinned by a hand to your back as he charged. You saw stars once again, moaning into the sheets and gripping them tightly. Shaking and trembling, the friction of the sheets on your cock and Chan’s tip pushing directly onto your g-spot brought on bursts of sensitivity. You suddenly felt every point of pleasure you could. His weight kept you from meeting his hips, and this restraint aroused you more.
“God, you’re taking my dick so well,” he groaned in a low voice, withdrawing and pushing back in several times. “It’s like this ass was made for me.”
“And that your dick was made for me.”
He chuckled through his teeth, hand going to your hair and grabbing a fistful of it. Chan stayed in that position a few minutes before pulling out completely. With a muttered ‘ride me’, you pushed him onto his back near the pillows and straddled him. You didn’t waste time.
“That’s it,” he groaned, arms behind his head as he let you take control. “Throw it back just like that.”
Holding him down by his arms, you grinded and bounced on the dick swelling inside you. He felt too good. How could one person feel so good? You gripped his muscled arms, clenched your ass tightly. Your thighs started to burn by the time the both of you began shivering again. Soon, you milked a second orgasm out of him. He came in hard, shaking, panting breaths. He feverishly pushed up to you, causing your eyes to roll back each time.
“Breed me, Leader-nim,” you groaned, clawing at his arms and mouth hanging open. “Fucking breed me, please. I want to be full of you…so fucking full…”
Chan made his last few thrusts deep, shooting as far as he could and becoming more sensitive as you kept going. The obscene sounds of his wet cock plunging into your full bottom brought you to orgasm all on its own. Your entire body tightened, nearly suffocating and blinding you in a shattering climax. When you finally came down, neither of you really stopped. Your body became too used to your position, so you only grinded on him as you bent down for a deep kiss. Chan remained inside even when he rolled you onto your sides. Wrapped around each other, you enjoyed the feeling of him simply planted there by the hilt. His lips went anywhere they could reach while your hands explored his body once more, memorizing trails and lines on him.
“Let’s stay here tonight,” he said, kissing you softly. “I don’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”
“Me either,” you agreed, eyes closed to take in his lips on your neck. “It feels right.”
“What does?”
“Being here with you,” you ran a hand up his neck to his hair, guiding him back to your lips. “It just feels right.”
“Oh yeah?” He gave a few pushes that produced a whine from you, “This does?”
“Yes,” you whispered.
You whimpered when he withdrew and rolled you onto your front once more. Easily, he dragged you down the bed to the edge where he crouched down. Relaxing on to bed, you only hummed as he licked up the mess he’d left. He didn’t object when you idly played with yourself at the same time, enjoying the overstimulation coursing from both ends. When bits of drool fell onto your shaft, you used it as lube to slicken your hand.
“This feels right too?” he asked between licks, sticking two fingers through your exposed hole.
“Yes,” you breathed, wriggling and pushing into his hand until he held you down by your ass cheeks. You moaned when he slapped each cheek a few times, grabbing them hard and burying his fingers in your ass once more. “Maybe it was a bad thing for me to send those group chat videos.”
“Why, baby?”
“Because now you know every…every weakness…”
“Or maybe we just like the same things,” he suggested, flicking his tongue over your balls and sucking them while you jerk yourself off. “Maybe you’re not the only pervert in this group, hm? Maybe I’m just as bad as you?” He smacked your ass just to hear you moan again, “Ever thought of that?” He slapped it one more time. “Huh?”
“God, I hope that’s true,” you laughed. The slight stinging added to the fire kindling inside you again. “I feel so embarrassed when I think about how much I want to be fucked every day.”
“I do too,” he said, kissing your ass one more time before standing. He squeezed your cheeks together to sandwich his dick between them. The light grazes matched your strokes, and you wriggled at the sensation. “It’s all I think about,” he admitted, groaning when his tip nearly slipped into your ass, “Especially with you around. I have to stand in our dressing room, watching you get undressed and can’t stop thinking about fucking you into the nearest wall.”
“Channie…”
“Or see you in the booth and think about bending you over a stool and recording your moans…”
“Please,” you moaned, “Do it. Do it all. Whenever you want. Please,” you moved his hands and held your cheeks apart, “Pretty please?”
You got your answer in another swift motion. Too worn out to stop him, you knelt there as Chan pulled you onto him. The idea of being Chan’s personal sex toy sounded too good to be true. You wanted so much more from him than that, but you’d be lying if you said that wouldn’t be a perk. Your third orgasm wasn’t as hard as the first two, though you found yourself pushing back to meet Chan’s hard, fast thrusts. He shot his third load over your ass, painting your cheeks with thin, clear streams and droplets of cum as he finished.
Your bodies nearly jelly, the two of you laid on his bed in complete bliss. The most you both could do is light kisses and whispered words of love. You never felt more comfortable with a lover before. Albeit, your last partner was years ago and you’ve done nothing with anyone since, but it still felt real. Juhwan might’ve been your first love, yet you felt Chan becoming the real one. You couldn’t imagine anyone else in his place; not even the other members. Not really. You knew what they meant now as you admired Chan, listening to him talk about how he ended up getting his special neck pillow.
Only a gentle knock on the door alerted you to the outside world. Changbin’s voice came through the door as he said, “You guys hungry? Han’s ordering chicken.”
“What do you think?” Chan asked you, holding you from behind under his covers as a movie played on his television. You'd both cleaned off as much as you could in your worn out state and cuddled together in his bed.
“Chicken sounds good.”
“Sure!” he called back to Changbin.
Changbin remained strangely quiet, then he opened the door a crack. Poking his head in, he took in the scene of you both, then said, “If you guys aren’t too tired later, Han and I-”
“-No!” Chan laughed, grabbing a balled up paper to toss at him.
This made Changbin laugh and close the door. Nuzzling your neck, Chan suggested you both clean up properly before dinner. Yet, you had no desire to move.
“We need to, baby,” he chuckled, face buried in your hair. “As nice as it is, we can’t stay like this.”
“Says who?” you challenged playfully, pulling both his arms around you so he stayed close.
“Says me,” he replied. “Come on,” he groaned as he detangled himself from you. “Shower time.”
“We took a shower,” you pouted, reaching for his hand. Lord, he was gorgeous like this. “Stay.”
“You need another,” he insisted, bending to kiss you.
“Hmph, fine,” you said, still pouting and getting off the bed. “But we’re coming right back,” you put your arms around his middle, “For more cuddles.”
“I wouldn’t want to do anything else…” he then quickly added, “Except maybe another round or two before we pass out completely.”
The both of you laughed as he led you out of the bedroom. If the world ended right then, you’d leave it happy.
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A/N: yaaaaay it finally happened!! Now that these two idiots are slowly coming together (wink), let's see how things develop! Thanks for reading <3 reblog and like please <3
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