“you’re so responsive…i’m barely even touching you.” ohyul breathes out like he can’t believe his own eyes. he sees the way your chest rises and your pulse beats under his grip whenever a slight motion touches your skin and your core. you just lay there, letting his hands map their way out on your body, his own, personal canvas. the minute you want to direct his hand towards your pulsing clit, he stops you, clicking his tongue and feeling a small smirk creeping up on his lips.
"ohyul...is it in yet?" you whine his name, your body squirming under his feather like touch, feeling his tip stretching you open in two. when he sees a small tear rolling down your cheek, he quietly takes one of your hand and guides it lower where your body meets his.
"oh baby, i'm so sorry." he breathes,his eyes evenly filled with pity.
your eyes widen, looking straight up at your boyfriend's smirk threatening you. you feel your hands wrapping around his thick, hardened cock yet to slide into you, far from all the way in. as reality hits you another tear rolls down as a reaction, immedietly clamping around his tip when he continues to push into you. "i promise i'll make it good for you." he mumbles,his lips coming down to kiss on your collarbones, hands gripping your sides as he slowly ruts into you like a bunny, moaning against your neck in ecstasy.
sypnosis: i wonder, in what way and situation your favorite member would call you noona for the first time? slight +18
this is a ticklish topic for me - also, this was meant to be only written for taesan (maybe will post the other draft for him) but wondered how the others would act and call you noona so here's todays meal >.< so let's all pretend we are older than them by a few years, and be big ole freaks
as always,
enjoy!♡
park sungho
even if you don't like it, he will call you noona in public. it gets him going. and he knows it sets you on fire too, because the minute he rolls out the words infront of his friends and family, your whole face blossoms in red and try to covers your face with his shoulders by hiding behind him slightly. he chuckles and lands a hand on your tigh softly under the table while noone notices. your mind is going a hundred per hour as you fidget with your fingers with his, trying to stop his hand wondering around areas you don't want it to step over. sungho just drops a smirk and presses a kiss on your forehead, turning back to the conversation he had earlier.
but after all the push and pull, later that night, he can't seem to forget the way your tighs cletched under his hands and your ears matched the same colour of your blushing cheeks right after he dropped the sensitive word. he's cocky with it, so much so that hours after you fell asleep and his arms pull you closer to his crotch wakes you up he'd right there whispering in your ear seductively.
"don't pretend i didn't see how your tighs rubbed together like you don't like me calling you noona." he slowly mumbles into you ear, leaving kisses behind after his sentence all the way down to your shoulder blades. at this point, you are not even ashamed of how turned on you are, grabbing his hands and pulling it in between your legs. he smiles and looks down where his fingers disappear. "oh look how bad you need me,baby." sungho coos, slowly starting to draw circles around your already puffy clit. "don't worry, I'll take good care of you noona~"
lee sanghyuk
oh riwoo, the innocent boy he is. he has absolutely no idea how bad you want him to call you his older girlfriend out loud like it means something special to him. not teasing, not jokingly, but in an honest, simple way, completely unaware of the effects he has on you. he was never embarrassed to have an older girlfriend, it just didn't occur to him how it felt for you. it was so natural to him, that it wasn't even surprising when he suddenly dropped the older girlfriend bomb in a conversation. he was asked, "but isn't your girlfriend older than you?" and riwoo coudln't have asnwered with more unawareness than "yeah, why?" genuine confusion, like age mattered. and that's what it makes it worse, because for him, it's not a big deal, but to you?it's everything. but when he introduced you as his noona, the room shifted, and you felt it. everyone felt it. he said it so nonchalantly, like he was saying your name. "this is my noona." no emphasis. no pause. no awareness that the word landed heavier than anything else in the room.but you saw it. the brief flicker in people’s eyes. the way the dynamic suddenly felt defined - labeled ,made real. and riwoo? still smiling softly. still holding your hand like nothing had changed. because to him, nothing had. he doesn’t realize that when he says noona in front of others, it does something to you. and that’s what makes it dangerous.because you don’t want him to say it differently. you don’t want him to tease it. you don’t want him to turn it into a game. you just want him to say it again - the same way.
and your breath catches slightly when he call you that again, making him land his eyes on your with worry. time stills for a moment as he notices, notices the way your chest rises up and down heavily and your cheeks blushing as he tilts his head. "oh," his voice lowers a bit "you like it when i say it like that?" there's no smugness or teasing in his tone, but curiosity again. and that's what makes it worse. he genuinely doesn't know the effect he has. "you don't have to call me that." you clearly try to swim away from your thoughts, making riwoo search for your eyes more as he says, "i don't mind calling you that," he murmurs, grabbing your hands slowly. "and if it makes you feel something, i'll definately not stop."
so when you finally get the chance to have a private moment with him, your hands are all over his hair, clothes, and chest. "if only i've known you like being called noona." he groans into your neck, his lips leaving red splotches on your skin as he kisses his way up on your neck.
myung jaehyun
he might actually be the proudest of them all. tall posture and smug smiles the moment he realizes he gets to call you noona. not just say it once or twice as a joke—but really say it. to his girlfriend. to the woman who’s older than him, who chose him.and he wears that fact like a badge of honor. “noona,” he says easily the first time you introduce him to someone.then again when he hands you your drink.and again when he leans down slightly so you can hear him better over the noise.it never sounds shy coming from him. never hesitant.if anything, he sounds pleased. like he enjoys the way the word sits between you. you notice it most when you’re alone, though. when he’s sprawled across the couch, long legs stretched out while you sit beside him, fingers lazily brushing through his hair. he leans into it immediately—like he was waiting for it.your nails scratch lightly against his scalp and his eyes close with a soft exhale. “noona,” he murmurs again, quieter this time. the way he says it makes your stomach tighten,because for someone who looks so proud, so confident standing beside you in public, he becomes strangely soft when you touch him like this. your fingers slide down to cradle his cheeks, tilting his face up.he lets you,of course he does. you’re looking down at him, thumb brushing slowly across his cheekbone, and the expression in your eyes is anything but gentle. there’s a heat there that mirrors the one spreading across his face. the way the tension reflects in both of your eyes, makes his stomach flip and erupt in warmness,because he likes being looked at like that by you. likes the way your gaze lingers on his lips, his neck, the way his body shifts under your touch.your palm smooths over his hair once more, a slow affectionate pat that makes something warm twist in his chest. “good boy,” you murmur softly. and that's when his reaction is immediate. his jaw tightens slightly, eyes darkening as he looks back up at you with silent pleas written all over his face. “noona…” he says it once more , but this time the word sounds heavier. rougher.
“…noona,” and he says one more time when your nails are already scratching his back as he ruthlessly pushes into you, almost like he’s reminding both of you who you belong to.
han dongmin
taesan doesn't want to call you noona. not because he's embarrassed. no, because he blushes so hard the first time he says it accidentally, that he never wants to say it again. you were taken aback too, never in your life thinking that taesan would call you that. you both pretended it didn't happen, well, at least taesan did, and promised himself he will never call you that again. which works, until it doesn't.
you start to tease him about it. "careful...you almost called me something earlier." you murmur at one random evening when you gave something to your boyfriend, seeing his body going stiff as you drop the words. he pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about, but the minute you rank your nails down his broad back and lean closer to his ear you feel his body heat up. "say it again." you whisper, but taesan glares at the wall infront of him like he's offended. "no." you can hear the shake in his voice, caressing the side of his neck now as slow seconds passes. "you said it so nicely before, can't you do that for me again?" you whisper and snake your hands around his neck from behind. "stop that" he murmurs, feeling your hands sliding down his torso. "stop what? calling me noona?"
and in one second, taesan has you under him on the bed,hands firmly keeping you in between his legs and arms as he pants out the words. his ears are blushed to the core, eyes blown out wide as he stares down at you. "you're doing this on purpose." he mutters and your smile widens, shrugging your shoulders as a maybe. "....noona," he quietly murmurs, jaw tight, eyes searching for yours as his whole body shakes above you. this time, it's not an accident. and from the way he's still gripping your wrists beside your head, you can feel him making it clear, he's absolutely blaming you for it.
kim donghyun
leehan couldn't care less if you are older than him by a month, a week, or a day, he's calling you noona from the moment he meets you. at first, he says it easily, like he's tasting the word, like it belongs there. and after that, it never leaves. it feels right to him. it's playful in the begginning. he's saying it while stealing your food,when he leans over your shoulder to steal a look at your phone or when he purposefully bumps into your shoulder just to touch you somehow. "relax, noona." he says it with a lazy smile and hald lidded eyes, like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
but after you start dating, the whole world changes. it gets softer.he says it when he pulls you closer on the couch, his arm draped around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. when he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. when he tilts his head down so his lips hover just barely over yours. “noona…” he whispers, quieter now, voice warm and low. the teasing never fully disappears though. if anything, it gets worse. he loves the way your breath catches when he says it right next to your ear. loves the way you try to act unaffected while your fingers tighten in his shirt.sometimes he’ll press you gently against the kitchen counter, smiling like he’s perfectly innocent while his hand settles on your hip. “you’re older,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement, thumb tracing slow circles against your waist. “shouldn’t you be the responsible one, noona?” but then he leans in anyway. he touches you in places while whispering in your ear where you never imagined, giving you pleasure like there's no tomorrow.
because the truth is, he doesn’t call you noona to remind you that you’re older. he calls you noona because he likes the way it sounds when it slips out of his mouth while he’s kissing you.
kim woonhak
woonhak is the same as leehan. he's used to it. he has the getting under your skin provocation in him. at first, it slips out effortlessly. casual, almost innocent. but the way he says it? it's slow and measured. like he’s testing how it feels in the air between you. “noona.” he watches you when he says it, not in a way that asks for permission, but in a way that expects a reaction. a flicker, hesitation. something. and when you try to ignore it, he only smiles. because ignoring it is worse. he starts saying it differently over time. softer in crowded rooms, just loud enough for you to hear. lower when you’re alone. sometimes drawn out slightly, like he’s savoring the sound of it. “noooona ~” it’s not disrespectful,it’s teasing. and he knows exactly what he’s doing. he leans closer when he speaks to you, invading your space with calm confidence, eyes never leaving yours. he doesn’t act younger, and that's what sets you off. doesn’t look up at you the way he should if the age gap mattered. instead, he studies you like he’s waiting to see how long you’ll pretend it doesn’t affect you. because it does. the way he says it in public,casually, almost sweetly -while holding your gaze just a second too long. the way he repeats it when you’re annoyed. the way he uses it when you’re flustered. “noona, are you embarrassed?” that tone.
you can feel that he enjoys your reactions.
and the worst part? he only calls you that when he wants something.to get your attention.to make you look at him.to make you remember that he chose that word on purpose. it’s a reminder. you’re older,and he loves it. but he also knows, his luck will run out one day, and that day came sooner than ever. he tries to keep him composure the first time he tastes his own medicine, watching you with hawk eyes as his oh so dear noona walks around infront of him in nothing but his tshirts, your panties daring to peak out as you strut away with pride.
a/n: i knew exactly what i wanted for jaehyun
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
@ astrasng 2026
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warnings: unprotected sex; oral sex (m!receiving); slight dom!reader; dirty talk; ass smack (one mention); voyeurism
summary: you’ve been thinking about chan’s gym video ever since he posted it and when he gets home, you decide to make a video of your own
a/n: i haven’t been able to think about anything else since chan posted his gym video so i had to write this! i wrote this one quickly so it might not be my best work oops
the door to your apartment swings open as chan comes in, looking exhausted but irresistible after his gym session. you can see the sweat that still clings to his skin and also his tank top hugging his broad shoulders and defined chest and those workout shorts that do little to hide the powerful lines of his thighs.
before he can even kick off his shoes, you’re on him, launching yourself forward to crash your lips against his in a hungry, desperate kiss. his hands instinctively grab your waist, steadying himself as you press your body against his, your tongues tangling in a heated makeout that leaves you both breathless.
“babe, wait-”, he says, pulling back just enough to say against your lips, but you don’t give him a chance.
your fingers thread into his damp, short hair, tugging him closer as you back him towards your bedroom, your lips never leaving his.
“what’s got into you? i just got-”, he tries again, a chuckle rumbling in his throat, but it dissolves into a groan when you nip at his lower lip, your hands roaming down his back to squeeze his ass through his shorts.
he gives up fighting it, his resistance melting as he follows your lead and his strong arms wrap around you. the hallway blurs as you guide him, your mind racing back to just minutes ago. you had been scrolling through your phone when you saw the gym video he posted - his muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his body as he powered through reps that made your cunt clench.
you have been dripping wet ever since, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation, counting the seconds until he walked through that door. and now, he was here, and you weren’t waiting another minute.
you push him into your bedroom and then move him towards the bed. his eyes are dark with confusion and growing need, but he lets you take control, tumbling onto the mattress with a surprised laugh that turns into a groan when you straddle his hips.
“fuck, you look so hot like this”, he says, his voice dripping with lust.
before he can say anything else, you lean down and kiss him again and then move to stand up. you reach for your phone on the nightstand and then place it on top of the dresser against the wall. the angle is perfect - side view of the bed, capturing both your bodies in full frame. you start recording then, and you toss a wicked grin over your shoulder at him.
“let’s see if you post this video too”, you say, your voice low and teasing.
chan’s brows furrow, his head lifting slightly off the pillow.
“what? baby, what are you-”, he says but his question cuts off as you climb back on top of him, sealing his mouth with another deep kiss.
your hands are everywhere, yanking at the hem of his tank top, pulling it up and over his head in one fluid motion. he helps you, arching his back to take it off, revealing his abs carved from hours in the gym, and a light sheen of sweat that makes his skin glisten.
you break the kiss just long enough to take your own t-shirt off, tossing it aside, then you take off your shorts and panties, leaving you bare from the waist down. chan’s gaze rakes over you hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through the bra before you unhook it and let it fall away.
“shit, you’re so fucking hot”, he says.
your fingers move to his shorts and you tug them down along with his boxers. his cock springs free, thick and half-hard already, twitching at the cool air and the sight of you. both of you are naked now, your skin hot where your bodies touch.
you slide down his body and settle between his spread legs as he props himself up on his elbows, watching you with wide eyes and his chest heaving. you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a slow and firm stroke that makes him buck his hips. leaning in, you maintain eye contact, locking your gaze with his as your tongue flicks out to trace the underside of his cock, from balls to tip.
“oh, fuck”, his breath hitches as a groan escapes his lips.
without breaking that intense stare, you take him into your mouth, your lips stretching as you suck him down. you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head as your tongue swirls around the tip. chan’s head falls back against the pillow with a groan, one of his hands grabbing the sheets while the other reaches down to tangle in your hair.
“f-fuck, baby… k-keep going, don’t stop”
you hum around him, the vibration drawing a sharp curse from his throat and you feel him throb against your tongue, growing fully hard now. he doesn’t know the fire that video ignited in you, how it had you imagining this exact moment - his body under yours, surrendering to your mouth.
he looks at you again as you take him deeper, relaxing your throat to swallow around him, your eyes never leaving his as tears prick at the corners from the effort. he’s losing it, his hips jerking up involuntarily as his hand grips the headboard now.
“fuck, yes… just- just like that. your mouth feels so good wrapped around me. keep looking at me”
his words spur you on, and you can feel your cunt soaking and clenching around nothing. you can tell he’s close from the way his abs tense and the salty precum that leaks onto your tongue.
“baby, i’m gonna… fuck, i’m-”, he says, but you don’t let him finish.
as his grip tightens, you pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you crawl back up his body.
“not yet”, you whisper, positioning yourself over him.
his cock, slick from your saliva, nudges your entrance, and you sink down until he’s completely inside you. both of you moan at the stretch, your walls fluttering around his cock as you adjust to his size. his hands fly to your hips, his fingers digging in so hard you know you’re gonna have marks there the next day.
“fuck… you’re so wet, you’re soaking”, he moans.
you start moving, rolling your hips in a slow grind at first, savouring the drag of him inside you. then you start moving faster, bouncing on his cock, the bed creaking under your bodies. his eyes are glued to where you’re joined, watching himself disappear into you over and over again.
“you’re taking my cock so well. you love it, don’t you? been thinking about this all day?”, he says, his voice rough with need as he thrusts up to meet you, “fuck, you’re dipping all over me, baby. tell me how good it feels”
“yes, chris… it feels so fucking good”, you moan, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest, your nails scratching his skin.
the angle hits deeper, his cock brushing that spot that almost makes you lose control completely. he’s relentless now, bucking up hard, one of his hands sliding up to pinch and twist your nipple while the other smacks your ass lightly, the sting sending jolts straight to your core.
“that’s it, ride me harder. i wanna fell you come on my cock”
his words push you closer to the edge and you clench around him, drawing a deep moan from his lips. the tension builds, coiling tight in your stomach, and you can feel him swelling inside you, almost on his breaking point.
“chris- i’m… i’m close, don’t stop”, you whine, grinding down faster.
“come with me, baby. fuck- now”
he thrusts up fiercely and then you tip over, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, your cunt clenching around his cock as you cry out his name. he breaks with you, his cum filling you up as he groans.
“yes, take it all… shit, you’re perfect”
you collapse against him, both of you panting, your bodies trembling. his cock softens inside you, but he doesn’t pull out yet, he just holds you close as he presses kisses to your shoulder. after a moment, he tilts your chin up, searching your flushed face with a puzzled smile.
“okay, seriously, not that i’m complaining, but what was that all about?”, he says.
you laugh breathlessly, nuzzling into his neck before lifting your head.
“it’s your fault and that stupid gym video you’ve posted. i’ve been soaked since i saw it. couldn’t wait to get you home and fuck you senseless”
his eyes widen in realisation, then crinkle with amusement.
“shit, that’s what this is about? damn, i should’ve known”, he glances towards your phone still recording, a spark of understanding lighting his gaze as he pieces together your earlier comment, “and you’ve recorded us? fuck, baby, that’s so damn hot. i’m not posting this anywhere, this one is just for me. i’m gonna watch it when i’m on tour, stroking my cock to the sight of you bouncing on me”
he kisses you hard, his hand sliding down your body, cupping your ass as his cock stretches faintly inside you, already stirring at the thought. you break the kiss and move, sliding off him with a wet sound, his cum trickling down your thighs as you stand up to get your phone, stopping the video. he watches you, propping himself on one elbow, his gaze lingering on the mess between your legs with a smirk.
you sit down beside him, your phone in your hand but before you can say anything, he pulls you in for a quick, teasing kiss.
“we should watch this together right now. i think it’ll recharge us both for another round”
he plays the video and the screen lights up, and as the video starts, his hand already wanders back down your body, as you get ready for another cardio session.
the library
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wet and slurping sounds fill the room, “how pretty—.” jisung, fresh out of the shower, sports his jet-black hair wet with pearls of water that fall like rain on your face. cold tot the touch, your warm palms press on the fair skin of his stomach as he throws his head back in ecstasy and his lofty laughter reaches your ears. unable to look away for long, he watches in delight as you pushes his cock inch by inch into your tight mouth.
he hadn't realized how needy he is. his eyebrows meet and he grimaces. your cheeks are hot and full, and jisung almost wants to pinch them. “pretty, pretty girl.” between cooing sounds and sighs of joy, his eyes roll back when he feels your teeth graze his length. tightly, you suck his large girth the way he likes it, and your eyes close from the pleasurable sensation of fullness that envelops you.
he cradles your face when you deep-throat him and a strangled moan slips from his lips. you almost miss it when he makes you pull it out halfway with your tongue wrapped around the tip. your eyes meet when your palate explode with the sweet and sour taste of his precum. choking, you suck him lustfully with his pink and shiny cock twitching against your nose every time you run your tongue up and down.
your mouth instinctively opens to receive him again, pushing it all in to the base. his head lolls back due to the powerful sensation numbing his senses and your eyes close. “fuck, that's so good.” you hum in agreement, trembling from anticipation. he’s so close you can sense him pulsing against your tongue stroking his girth.
a moan makes his cock soak up the vibration of your throat, and he curses. “babygirl...” he calls out, his voice stripped of any playfulness, “don't talk with your mouth full.”
best friend! Kim 𝓢eungmin x f!reader x campus crush! Bang 𝓒han 9,193 words
in 𝓦hich: you can do nothing but complain to your best friend seungmin about the thin walls of your apartment and your roommate’s relentless sex life driving you insane. you don’t have to guts to admit to him that sometimes you actually listened in, hoping that her hot boyfriend, chris, was pounding into you instead. but seungmin isn't stupid, and he helps you give chris a taste of his own medicine.
content warnings & tags: this honestly became way smuttier than I had expected tbh, so proceed with caution. voyeurism !! 65% of this is dom! seung and the rest needy! chan. eventual threesome, degradation, use of toy, orgasm denial(?), lots and lots of name-calling, masturbation (f), oral (f & m recieving), unprotected sex, lots of things tbh, so lmk if i missed anything! sexual content ahead, viewer discretion is advised.
conversations with seungmin were like slipping into your favourite worn-out hoodie; something that you don't even remember when it had become a constant in your life.
somewhere between late-night study sessions and shared meals at the campus café, he had quietly become your best friend; the one person who had seen you cry over grades, over family calls that ended too abruptly, over dreams that felt too big for dorm-room ceilings. with him, nothing felt too heavy to say out loud.
you were on the phone now, sprawled across your bed, your laptop abandoned somewhere near your feet, whining about the latest group assignment while he laughed—loud, unfiltered, the kind that made your stomach flip even when you pretended it didn’t.
“—and then this idiot submits the wrong file, so now we’re all scrambling like headless chickens,” you groaned, flopping dramatically onto your pillow.
seungmin snorted. “sounds like karma for calling my coding project ‘a glorified calculator app’ last week.”
you laughed despite yourself. “prof seemed to agree with me if i remember correctly.”
he scoffed, already launching into a dramatic defense of his work, when suddenly you heard it. the soft click of the door. followed by hushed giggles. footsteps. your stomach dropped.
“oh no,” you muttered.
“what happened?” seungmin asked, confused at the sudden change in your voice.
before you could answer, the muffled sound of voices drifted through the thin walls. your roommate. and her boyfriend.
“ugh,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “it’s happening. again.”
seungmin laughed. because of course he did, with your misery being his main source of entertainment. “what is?”
“it’s sooha and her boyfriend. chris? i’d told you about them, remember?” you replied, lowering your voice instinctively. “they can not keep it in their pants, man, i swear. she’s been dating this guy for, like, two weeks now, and almost every day they decide our dorm is their personal love hotel. it’s so fucking annoying.”
“sucks to be you,” seungmin said, completely unhelpful and way too used to your roommate’s antics.
you huffed, half annoyed, half exhausted, and he moved on, ranting about something else entirely. some professor. some deadline. his voice droned comfortably in your ear, familiar and grounding, and yet your attention betrayed you.
because the noises didn’t stop, they never did.
they only continued till you felt like you were losing your mind.
to be honest, it wasn’t truly even that bad. your rooms were on the opposite ends of the cozy living room, and the walls were thick enough that you could continue with your work without needing to blast music at full volume if you were focused enough.
but it was never about the sounds, no matter how much you told yourself, but it was always about his presence.
the noises started almost immediately— soft at first, the creak of the mattress in the next room, her breathy laugh turning into something softer, needier. then his low murmur, the kind that carried just enough bass to vibrate through the wall. you could picture it too clearly: his hands on her waist, her head tipping back, the way the bedframe would tap rhythmically against the wall soon enough.
you swallowed hard.
“hey? you there?” seungmin’s voice sharpened, his concern cutting through the haze.
you blinked, grounding yourself. “what?”
“you went quiet,” he said. “you okay, angel?”
of course he noticed. he always did. he knew your pauses, your tells, the way your breathing changed when something was wrong. and now this, apparently.
“yeah. yeah, of course,” you said quickly, laughing a little at your awkwardness. “sorry. i’m just… yeah. it’s nothing. continue.”
but it wasn’t nothing.
you’d complained to him countless times about your roommate. about the noise, the lack of boundaries, the frustration of trying to study or sleep through it all.
what you didn’t tell him was the part that made your stomach twist with guilt. the part you buried so deep you barely admitted it to yourself.
that sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone with your thoughts, your imagination betrayed you. that sometimes you pictured her boyfriend in places he had no right to be.
the idea unsettled you as much as it lingered, and the shame of it burned hotter than the thought itself.
“i need to go now,” the muffled sound of seungmin getting up and moving around brought you back. “you sure you’re okay? you can come by if you feel too uncomfortable or something? i’ll just tell the guys to reschedule—”
“no, no, minnie, that won’t be necessary, i’m fine. thank you for offering though,” you say. “sorry for making you worry, i was just… thinking about what we’re gonna do with the project.”
“okay then,” he didn’t sound convinced, but didn’t press further. “all the best, angel.” he ended the call, and silence settled in, making it harder for you to ignore the couple next door.
it had been weeks since your last call with seungmin. assignments, group meetings, finals prep; the usual excuses had kept you both busy and orbiting around each other at a safe distance.
quick waves across the lecture hall, a shared eye-roll during a particularly brutal presentation, but no real time. no late-night rants, no movie marathons, no accidental silences that meant too much.
now that your exams were finally over, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, and you had called seungmin over to make up for lost time.
you hummed to yourself as you fired off yet another text, wearing your most comfortable tank top and shorts; double, triple checking if he had picked up all the snacks you had asked him for;
seung
seungmiinnnnnnn
u got the spicy ramen right?
AND the chips i told u about??
DON’T YOU DARE FORGET THE SOJU
minnniee my loveeeee
pls come quick baby i’m starving
his reply was instant, predictably teasing;
crazy how you only care about me when i bring snacks
yes mom i have everything
stop spamming or i’ll eat them all in the hallway
you practically skipped out of your room when the doorbell rang, bare feet padding across the cool floor, already rehearsing the dramatic “finally!” you were going to greet him with.
but then you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him.
chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, elbows on his knees, thumbs flying across his phone screen with that same focused frown you’d seen a hundred times from across campus. he looked up when you froze in the doorway, and his expression softened instantly into that polite, disarming smile.
“hey,” he said, voice low and easy. his gaze flicked over you— quick, not lingering, but enough to make heat crawl up your neck anyway. you were suddenly hyper-aware of the thin strap slipping off one shoulder, the way the shorts rode up your thighs when you shifted.
“sooha’s not here,” you voiced your first thought, because apparently your brain had forgotten the concept of small talk.
“oh, yeah i know,” he looked sheepish.
no matter what complicated feelings you had about him and sooha, you still knew chris was a good person, who was oblivious to whatever was shared between you and his girlfriend.
and standing there alone with him now, you felt a pang of guilt for how thoroughly you had been avoiding him on campus these past weeks, your eyes finding everyone but his when he waved or smiled at you from across the room.
“sorry for coming here unannounced,” he continued, “but—”
the doorbell rang again, cutting him off, followed almost immediately by seungmin’s unmistakable voice.
“yah, did you die or something? open up before i eat all your snacks! don’t test me!”
you laughed despite yourself, the tension cracking like thin ice as you excused yourself, hurrying to the door.
“i had literally been standing here for, like, three hours,” seungmin complained as soon as you opened the door, his hands reaching to loosen the tie he was still wearing from his part-time job. then suddenly his expression shifted, eyes sliding past you to the living room. “chan hyung? what are you doing here?”
“chan… what?” you echoed faintly, stepping aside to let him in, your brain short-circuiting at how easily that nickname had rolled off seungmin’s tongue.
chris looked up, surprised, then grinned wide. “minnie?”
seungmin stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him, eyes darting between you and chris like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time.
you moved on autopilot, taking the bags from seungmin’s hands and mumbling, “i’ll just… put these in my room,” before you heard the two of them exchange a few words, laughter spilling out effortlessly. you softly clicked your bedroom door shut behind you and leaned against it for a second, breathing.
what the actual fuck?
a few moments later the knob turned. seungmin slipped inside, eyes comically wide, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper the second the latch caught.
“when you said sooha’s horny ass boyfriend was chris, you meant chan hyung?” he was unsure whether he found this funny or horrifying.
“how do you know your chan hyung anyway?” you huffed, somehow feeling annoyed at this new information as you plopped down on the edge of your bed, arms crossed over your chest.
“we used to go to the same high school... was in the same friend group for a while,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes drifting to the way your breasts looked pushed up for a split second. “and we had a few classes together this semester, too,”
he didn’t mention the part where they’d fucked girls in the same room, sometimes at the same time.
“well then how come you never mentioned this friend of yours?” you muttered. your annoyance hid something worse; embarrassment.
seungmin shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “i mean… i don’t know, you never asked? he’s just someone, y’know? it just never came up.”
he dragged your desk chair over and sat facing you, knees almost touching yours. the easy teasing from earlier was gone; now he was watching you carefully, like he could see the embarrassed flush creeping up your cheeks and the way your fingers found the hem of your tank top, an obvious nervous tick.
you huffed, trying to play it off. “great. so i’ve been ranting to you about this guy for weeks, and you’re just… casually friends with him. fan-fucking-tastic.”
seungmin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. “to be fair, you never said his name until like… a month in. plus, i think i know like, i don't know, three chris-es? c’mon. i just never connect the dots.”
you groaned, flopping backward onto the mattress, arms over your face. “i hate everything.”
he laughed fondly, shaking his head at your reaction. a silence washed over the room as he watched you, giving your thoughts room to drift back to months earlier, when it had all begun.
you and sooha were civil in the way strangers sharing a small space learn to be.
polite smiles. short conversations about laundry schedules and whose turn it was to take out the trash. you never fought, but you never clicked either. there was nothing to talk about, no shared humor, no late-night confessions. just co-existence.
and then there was chris.
you were strangers at first, your life more peaceful when you didn’t know of his existence.
but then one mundane day you saw him, laughing with his friends, and something about the way he just existed made everything else blur.
you only knew he was a semester ahead of you, nothing else, but ever since then, you seemed to find him everywhere.
the library steps. the cafe outside the campus. outside your lecture hall. he always smiled at you when your gazes met, not in a way that felt intrusive, just… warm. polite. but somehow intentional enough to feel that his eyes always found yours. enough to make your chest feel oddly tight every time.
a few nights later, you told sooha, the day a blur of cheap alcohol and lowered defenses. your living room smelled like spilled soju and burnt popcorn, and the music from someone else’s room thudded through the walls. you remember sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you giggling at nothing, courage borrowed from the green bottles.
“you know chris, the one with the australian accent? i think i have the biggest crush on that man. he's soo fine,” you giggled between hiccups, the first time you had admitted that fact to yourself.
sooha had gone quiet, just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then shrugged. “cool.”
you'd laughed it off, feeling happy with your first genuine interaction with your roommate, and had passed out on your bed still in your jeans.
and then the next day, head heavy from the hangover and clothes sticking to your body, you found chris on your living room couch.
kissing sooha.
chris's eyes flicked to you for half a second— surprise, maybe guilt— before sooha pulled him back in deeper, choosing to ignore your presence.
you'd slammed your door as you retreated back into your room, hangover soup or a shower be damned. after that day, your secret stayed buried, known only to you.
that was the moment resentment took root. you told yourself that it was about loyalty. about boundaries. there was hatred, yes, but not just for her, although she carried the weight of it.
but if you were honest, the ache burned brighter whenever you saw him. for her getting to taste what you'd only daydreamed about. for the casual way she'd claimed something you'd never even had the courage to reach for.
at first, it was more than just the noise that annoyed you. it was the inconsideration, the timing, the way they never seemed to care if you were studying or trying to sleep. you complained about it endlessly, venting to seungmin, shoving headphones over your ears.
until one night, something shifted.
you were lying on your bed, laptop open, a movie playing that you had lost the plot to hours ago. and like clockwork, the sounds started again.
you waited for irritation to rise. for anger. for that familiar knot of resentment.
it didn’t come.
instead, for once, the noises weren't loud enough.
you shifted, thighs pressing together almost automatically. the bedframe started its steady rhythm—slow at first, then building. you could hear the hitch in her breathing, the way it caught and released. but your mind wasn't on her anymore.
it was on him. always.
your body moved without asking for permission, your cheek pressing against the door before you had even registered leaving the bed. there was a heat that didn’t belong, coiling low in your stomach. your thoughts turned traitor, slipping into places you hadn’t allowed them to go.
you hated it. you hated yourself for it. yet still, that didn’t stop you.
you fell to the ground as your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts without thinking, without letting yourself think.
shame flared hot behind your eyes, but what was hotter was the way you imagined chris's hands, the same ones you'd seen gripping her waist that first day, sliding up your sides instead. his mouth on your neck, the plush lips giving you wet and sloppy kisses, marking you. his hips rolling into you with that same deliberate pace, making the frame knock just like that. the low groan you'd heard him make once or twice, rough and wrecked, vibrating through the wall and straight into your core.
your breath came shorter, fingers brushing over sensitive skin, already slick from nothing more than imagination and sound. it was humiliating how fast it built.
every thrust in the next room echoed in your head as if it were yours. suddenly his weight was pinning you down, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. “you enjoying this, huh?” he smirked, his voice making your core vibrate. he said your name, his lips touching your ears, his voice low, broken, and desperate.
you bit your lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.
the rhythm picked up—faster, harder—and so did your hand, circling, pressing, chasing.
when you came, you let out a load moan, your body feeling limp and hot.
you opened your eyes and you saw no one but yourself on the mirror in front of you, your arousal staining the floor and your nipples hard against your tshirt, shorts abandoned somewhere near your ankles.
the emptiness of the room hit you like a shockwave; sharp, silent, shameful. you lay there afterward with heavy breaths, heart hammering, staring at the ceiling with wet fingers and burning cheeks.
you hated how good it felt.
you hated even more that you knew you'd do it again.
seungmin’s low laugh pulled you back to the present like a hand pulling you from under water.
you blinked, realizing you’d been staring at nothing—lost somewhere between the memory of that first humiliating night and the present, where your thighs were pressed so tightly together the muscle ached, your breathing shallow and uneven.
he was still sitting in the chair he’d dragged over, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could see the mole under his left eye, and the faint dusting of red on his cheeks and ears.
“your breathing’s all fucked up, angel” he said quietly, no teasing this time. just observation. clinical, almost. “and your thighs—” his gaze dropped deliberately to where your legs were clamped shut, then flicked back up to your face. “—are clenched so hard i’m afraid of what i’ll see when i push them apart.”
heat flooded your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy.
you opened your mouth to deny it, to laugh it off, to say anything that would make this moment less real— but nothing came out.
seungmin didn’t look away.
instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, just a fraction, just enough to make your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
“do you listen?” he asked, voice so soft it barely carried. “when chan fucks her. when he gets loud. do you… listen in?”
“i—” you tried to say, but all that came out was a breathy gasp as seungmin put his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the mattress. his breath tickled your neck, and you shivered.
you’d always known seungmin was attractive. objectively, of course (or that's what you told yourself). the kind of attractiveness that made people do double-takes in the café line. the kind that used to make you stare at his fingers when he strummed his guitar, and maybe lose your breath when sometimes he would engulf you in a hug and you felt his hard muscles press against your soft skin.
but you never let those thoughts linger, no matter how hard that was for you, because losing him would gut you worse than any crush ever could.
you stared at him now— really stared— and saw the boy who’d held your hair back after too many shots, who’d stayed up until dawn helping you cram for midterms, who’d once driven across town at 2 a.m. because your voice cracked on the phone and you couldn’t say why.
but right now, with his face buried in your neck, pupils dark and steady, that careful boundary felt paper-thin.
“seungmin,” you whispered, hands clutching his arm to… push him away? but your hands stayed in place, involuntarily giving his arm a squeeze to ground yourself.
on hearing your fragile voice, seungmin pulled back a bit, and your body instinctively arched forward at the absence of his warmth.
he searched your eyes for a moment. “you’ve been disturbed by their noise for so fucking long.” he said, voice just as low, “maybe it’s time you gave him a taste of his own medicine, angel.”
your breath faltered at his proposition, the weight of what he was implying settling between you. but before the words could fully sink in, his mouth finally found the side of your neck.
a surprised, sharp gasp tore out of you. his lips were warm, soft at first, then firmer as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under your jaw. heat exploded under your skin like someone had struck a match. your hands flew to his shoulders—not pushing, just… holding on.
he pulled back again just enough to meet your eyes, a slight frown at your tense reactions.
“hey,” he said, voice rougher yet somehow softer now. “this doesn’t have to change anything between us. this is just me… helping my best friend take some revenge.” his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, even if his gaze burned. “if you don’t want this, any of it, tell me to stop. tell me and i’ll stop right now.”
your mouth was dry. your whole body felt like it was vibrating.
you searched his face, looking for the joke, the safety net, the signs of mirth on his face after he would prank you. it wasn’t there.
all you saw was him. waiting. wanting.
but still giving you the power to end it.
but you were just a girl, with a stupidly attractive best friend whom you trusted more than yourself.
“don’t stop,” you whispered, your lips desperately reaching for his. you felt him smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, and he kissed like he had been wanting this for years. like he wasn’t just helping you get revenge.
his mouth found your collarbone again, and the way he groaned gave you an inkling that maybe the times he had stared at your neck was not him just admiring your necklaces. suddenly, you felt something sharp—his hand pulled a fistful of your hair to gain better access— and you expected to feel pain at his rough actions, but instead, you let out the loudest moan.
outside the room, you heard a thud, as if something had fallen.
“that’s right, baby,” seungmin smirked, giving your hair another pull. “you’ve got to scream for me tonight, show him what he’s been missing,”
seungmin’s hands were firm on your hips as he pushed you back onto the mattress, the springs dipping under your combined weight as he lay your head on the pillow. you landed with a soft bounce, breath catching, and before you could even process the shift, he was hovering over you, knees bracketing your thighs, one palm planted beside your head, caging you in without touching you anywhere you desperately wanted him to yet.
his eyes were dark, amused, predatory in a way you’d never seen directed at you before. the boy who used to steal your fries and fall asleep on your shoulder during movie marathons was gone— in his place was someone who looked like he’d been waiting to unravel you for longer than you’d ever suspected.
you tried to steady your breathing, tried to look at anything but at his face, only for your gaze to snag on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the faint sheen of sweat already gathering at his throat.
then he moved.
he shifted to the side, reaching for your nightstand drawer with casual familiarity, like he’d done it a hundred times before. the drawer scraped open and your stomach dropped.
no. no fucking way.
“you think i don’t know about this?” he pulled it out slowly—your slim, purple vibrator, the one you kept buried under chargers and old files like it was national secrets. the same one you’d used on those nights when chris’ low groans had pushed you over the edge faster than you cared to admit.
seungmin held it up between two fingers, turning it lazily so the light caught the smooth surface. then he looked back at you, smirking, looking triumphant.
your face was already burning, but the heat that rushed through you now felt nuclear. you wanted to disappear into the mattress, wanted to snatch it from him. you wanted—fuck—you wanted him to keep looking at you like that.
“you’re not as slick as you think you are, angel” he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. his thumb flicked the base once—just once—and the toy buzzed to life for a split second before he clicked it off again. “i’ve heard it through the wall more times than i can count.”
your mouth fell open. no sound came out.
he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “every time you think you’re being quiet? every time you bite your pillow so hard and think i can’t hear?” he dragged the cool tip of the vibrator lightly down your chest, grazing your hard nipple over the thin tank top. you arched without meaning to. “i know exactly what you sound like when you come, baby. and i know you’ve thought about me fucking you just as much as you’ve thought about chan.”
a whimper slipped out before you could stop it. seungmin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. his smile was slow, filthy.
“such a little slut,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “getting off to the sound of your roommate getting railed. using this pathetic thing while you pretend it’s his cock instead.” he pressed the vibrator against your inner thigh—still off, just the promise of it making your skin crawl—and dragged it upward in a lazy line.
“but tonight? tonight you’re gonna make noise for real. loud enough that chan can’t pretend he doesn’t hear. loud enough that he’ll lie there next to her wondering who’s making his sweet little neighbor sound like she’s being ruined.”
your thighs trembled. you couldn’t look away from him. “min…”
he clicked the vibrator on—lowest setting—and settled it against the damp cotton of your shorts, directly over your swollen clit. the thin fabric dragged deliciously against you with every tiny buzz, giving the sweetest friction, but also the worst kind of tease, because it still kept him so far away that your hips already ached to shove the barrier aside.
you gasped, sharp,and involuntary, and seungmin’s free hand shot up to cover your mouth, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.
“uh-uh,” he whispered. “not yet. save it. i want him to hear every fucking sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.”
he dragged the toy in slow, torturous circles, watching your face the entire time, watching the way your brows knit, the way your hips jerked despite yourself.
“tell me,” he said, voice rougher now. “tell me you want him to hear how wet you get for me. tell me you want him to get jealous.”
your head thrashed once against the pillow, the words stuck in your throat, thick with shame and need.
seungmin leaned in, lips grazing yours, just a tease. “say it,” he breathed. “or i stop.”
you swallowed. your voice came out wrecked, barely there. “i… i want him to hear.”
“hear what?”
“how wet you make me, min,” you cried out, desperate for more. “i want him to hear how wet i get for you.”
seungmin’s eyes flashed. “good girl.”
with one hand, he reached for his tie, and the sight of him taking it off was enough to make you cum. he caught your wrists in his hands, tying them with the satin fabric before turning the vibrator up a notch.
and then he kissed you again, claiming, while his other hand shoved your shorts and panties aside just enough to press the toy directly against your bare skin.
the first real moan tore out of you before you could stop it. loud. unmistakable.
“that’s it baby, make him hear how much you enjoy being heard.” seungmin felt it. the way your hips jerked up against the vibrator. the way your thighs trembled around his knee. he chuckled.
“oh, you like that, don’t you,” he said, almost sweetly. “you like knowing he’s right there, hearing you fall apart for someone else.” he clicked the vibrator up one more setting. the buzz intensified, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.
“louder,” he ordered, pressing the toy firmer, grinding it in tight circles that made your vision blur at the edges. “come on, show me how much of a whore you are.”
you whimpered, high and needy, and seungmin’s free hand slid up to cup your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you know who’s in control.
“minnie… ah, seungmin, i’m so close,” you were surprised at your ability to form words, for all that was currently occupying your brain was seungmin, seungmin, seungmin.
it was all to much, the buzz of the vibrator hitting your swollen clit, his hands around your throat and your inability to do anything. and worse of all? the way he was looking at you.
“not yet,” he turned the vibrator off, throwing it aside. you cried out, your needy whimpers making him smirk. he removed your shorts and panties, and his eyes seemed hypnotised by the way your juices were spilling out, already making a wet spot on your bedsheet.
“look at you,” he breathed, and for the first time that night, he was the one who looked speechless.
in an instant, his mouth was on your cunt, his tongue making patterns on your wet walls that made you see stars. as if that weren’t enough, without warning he pushed his finger inside you, making you scream, fighting against the restraints your hands were tied in.
“such a fucking slut,” he murmered, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making your hips jerk. “getting wet at the thought of him hearing you, aren’t you? picturing him on the other side of the wall while you leak all over my face like a desperate little whore.”
your breath hitched, and you felt fresh heat flood between your legs at the words. you wanted to deny it, to close your thighs, anything to hide how true it was, but your body betrayed you: another involuntary roll of your hips chasing the pressure, a tiny, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it.
he chuckled, dark and knowing, his free hand coming up to push your tank top aside and grip your breast, giving your nipple a firm squeeze. “yeah, there it is. listen to yourself. bet you’d come even harder if he knocked right now, didn’t you? if he walked in and saw what a pathetic, cock-hungry mess you turn into the second someone teases this slutty cunt.”
he inserted another finger inside you, and your back arched off the bed with a choked moan. your cheeks burned; shame and arousal twisted so tight in your stomach you could barely breathe. you shook your head weakly, no, no, that’s too much, you wanted to say, but your hips kept grinding, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of your slick folds filling the room.
“tell me exactly what you want him to hear. go on, paint the picture for me, you desperate fucking whore. do you want him to hear you moaning my name? begging for cock like the needy bitch you are? or—” his voice dropped even lower, lips coming up to brush yours as he spoke, “—do you want him to hear you be ruined? scream it loud enough that he knows exactly what a dripping, shameless slut is in the other room?”
your hips bucked once, twice, chasing harder pressure you weren’t allowed to have yet. shame burned hot in your cheeks, your chest, but it only made you wetter, slicker, more frantic.
he felt it. of course he did. “don’t you dare hold back now,” he growled, nose brushing yours. “say it. tell me you want him to hear you come so hard the bed shakes. tell me you want him to know you’re getting off thinking about his cock while i play with your greedy little hole. use your fucking words, angel,”
your throat worked, lips trembling as another helpless roll of your hips grounded his fingers deeper against you. any remnant of denial was gone; only raw, humiliating need left.
“i… i want him to hear me come,” you whispered, voice cracking, barely above a breath. “fuck, min— i want him to hear how loud i get… how wet i get for you… how much i need… how much i need your cock inside me,”
your eyes fluttered shut for a second, mortified, but your body kept moving—small, desperate thrusts against his fingers like you couldn’t stop even if you tried.
he laughed softly, cruel and pleased, rewarding you with a rougher pace and another finger that ripped a choked moan from your throat.
“good girl. that’s my nasty fucking slut.” he murmured, lips grazing your ear again. “keep going. tell me you’d let him listen every night if i told you to. tell me you’d spread these legs wider just so he could hear how filthy you really are.”
“i… i would,” your breath came in short, ragged gasps now, thighs quivering, clit throbbing. you were shaking now, teetering right on the edge, humiliated and so unbearably turned on you could cry. “p-please seungmin, i’m so close,” you moaned, your voice hoarse from your screams. “please, let me cum,”
“you’ve deserved it baby,” he chuckled, his tongue finding your clit again. “cum for me, my filthy little angel,” he commanded, voice thick with satisfaction as he sucked your clit between his lips, humming deep so the buzz traveled everywhere. “don’t you dare hold back. scream it—loud enough for him to hear every fucking second of how wrecked you get for me. let the whole damn apartment know what a desperate, dripping slut you turn into when i own this pussy.”
your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. the coil snapped hard, white-hot pleasure ripping through you in violent waves. your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as a raw, broken scream tore from your throat: his name, over and over, ragged and shameless, repeated like the only prayer you knew. “fuck—seungmin! yes—fuck! yes!”
each pulse of your orgasm milked more slick from you, coating his tongue, his chin, the sheets beneath. you shook uncontrollably, fingers twisting in the restraints, your thighs around his head pulling him closer even as overstimulation made you whimper.
tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, cheeks burning with the fresh wave of humiliation—he’d made you loud, made you obvious, and god, it only made the aftershocks hit harder.
he didn’t let up right away, lapping lazily through the mess as you trembled, murmuring against your oversensitive flesh. “that’s it… good girl… screaming like the needy whore that you are.”
the aftershocks still rippled through you in slow, lingering waves. your body felt molten, legs splayed open, chest heaving, seungmin’s tie still circling your wrists, no longer tight, loosened by every restless movement you’d made. the sheets beneath you were a mess, damp and cooling where your release had soaked through. seungmin’s mouth was slick with you, chin glistening as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and shining with satisfaction.
he crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, your throat, the corner of your mouth. “fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. “you sounded so pretty screaming my name like that. think the whole building heard.”
you managed a shaky laugh, half sob, too overwhelmed to form words. your clit still throbbed faintly from overstimulation, every tiny shift of your hips sending sparks up your spine.
seungmin kissed you properly then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, with one hand tenderly caressing your cheek. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip.
“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “and maybe clean you up a little before round two. don’t move.”
he slipped off the bed with that easy grace of his, and paused at the door, glancing back at you— spread out, flushed, wrecked— and his mouth curved into something dangerously sweet.
“stay right there, angel. i’ll be back in two minutes.”
the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. as you forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down, you tried to process exactly what had transpired between the two of you.
you had never thought this day would come— you, cumming on seungmin’s tongue and him, promising you a round two — but somewhere deep in your heart, you also felt that this was a long time coming.
he had told you at the beginning that things between you didn’t have to change after this, but after getting a taste of what you both could offer each other, you knew there was no going back, and you couldn’t deny the excitement curling in your chest as you looked toward this new stage of your relationship.
but no matter how much you tried, there was still something at the back of your mind, or rather someone—
you heard footsteps. but not seungmin’s light, familiar steps; they were heavier, slower. hesitant.
and the breath caught in your chest as the door opened— and there stood chris.
he looked… wrecked. hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms tense. his eyes, dark, pupils dilated, locked onto you immediately. they dragged down your body: the hickeys blooming on your neck and chest, the tie still loosely binding your wrists, your legs parted just enough that he could see the slick mess between them, the wet spot darkening the sheets. your brain told you to sit up, to cover yourself, but your body was too tired. and your heart? well…
chris didn’t speak at first, just swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing. his chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted here, as if he hadn’t just been sitting a few feet away, his ears picking up on every little whisper.
“i—” his voice came out rough, cracked. “i… heard everything.”
the shame that should have crashed over you instead twisted into something hotter, sharper. your thighs trembled under his stare.
he took one step inside. then another. the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. he took a seat on the chair seungmin was occupying, not saying a word.
“baby,” he breathed, his hands on the mattress, as if touching you was something he hadn’t earned yet. “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
you squirmed under his gaze, happy to finally see him look at you the way you had always wanted, but there was something stopping you from truly enjoying his stare, from telling him to come over and ruin you.
“what about…?” your voice trembled, trying to make sense with whatever strength you had left in you.
his smile almost wrecked you. “i broke up with her weeks ago. she asked me to come get a few of my things today, that’s why she went out,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your whole body. “i couldn’t continue the relationship… how could i, when even when i’m with her, my mind always wandered to the room next door?”
“what?” you regretted not being friends with sooha, because then you could’ve known this vital piece of information ages ago. “but i thought… i thought it was you in her room yesterday… doing… y’know?” you blushed before you could complete the sentence, feeling shy despite the fact that you were literally lying naked in front of him and that he had probably heard you say worse things in the past hour.
“did you see me?” he smirked as you shook your head no, getting up on the mattress, his face inching closer to yours with each words. “or did you hope… did you imagine it was me, each time you heard her get railed. or worse… did you imagine yourself in her place? did you imagine yourself getting fucked,” his breath tickled your cheek, so close yet too far apart. “by me?”
up close, he smelled like clean sweat and something woodsy— his cologne, the one you’d caught whiffs of in passing for months. his eyes flickered to your bound wrists, then back to your face.
“seungmin tied you up?” his voice was low, strained. almost primal.
you nodded once, barely. chan’s hand hovered near your cheek, hesitant, then gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead. the touch was so careful it made your chest ache.
“did he make you come like that?” he asked, thumb tracing the edge of one hickey. “screaming loud enough for me to hear every second?”
another small nod. your lips parted, but no sound came. he leaned down slowly, giving you every chance to turn away.
instead, your back arched, wanting him to be closer.
his mouth found yours, tentative at first, like he was testing if this was real. then deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding against yours with a groan that vibrated through your whole body. one hand cupped the back of your head; the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed to anchor himself.
when he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged.
“i’ve wanted this,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i saw you on the couch, your bra strap fucking inviting me to snap it and hear you moan. i’ve wanted you ever since i saw you across campus, looking so damn angelic that you almost blinded me, doll.
“i’ve wanted you every time you looked away… i wanted to pin you against the wall and make you finally fucking look at me. really look, without your eyes drifting away.”
his hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the soaked mess between your thighs. you jolted, oversensitive, but arched into it anyway.
“seungmin got you this wet, huh?” he murmured, almost awed, circling your clit once, gentle, testing. you whimpered. “i gotta thank him for this then,” he smirked.
in a flash, he had rolled you over, pushing down on your head as he aligned your ass against his bulge. you shivered when your wet folds came in contact with the rough material of his jeans, and let out a loud moan as his hand landed on your cunt as a sharp slap.
“tell me to stop,” he said, echoing seungmin’s earlier words, but his voice was thicker, more desperate. “tell me, and i’ll leave right now, i promise.”
you met his eyes, dark, burning, pleading. “don’t stop, chan,” you whispered.
chan groaned at the way the nickname rolled out of your mouth, like the words had punched the air out of him.
he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.
then he notched himself at your entrance, slow, careful despite the tremor in his arms.
you gasped as you felt his tip enter, already stretching you perfectly, the slight burn blending into pleasure so intense your toes curled.
“i’m gonna fill you up,” he rasped, pushing in inch by inch, your loud cries about him being too big, too much, falling on deaf ears. “gonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.”
with every firm thrust, you felt your bed frame thud against the wall, the sound of your fantasies coming alive making your head dizzy and your moans louder.
“louder,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “scream for me like you did for him. let kim seungmin hear it when he comes back. let him know who’s ruining you now.”
your hands, still tied up, found you clit, as you erratically touched your swollen bud. “fuck, yes, yes! you’re filling me up so good, channie, oh fuck.”
the rhythm chan had set was brutal, deep, punishing strokes driving fresh, broken cries from your throat. you were loud, deliberately so now, moaning his name like a chant, letting it echo through the thin walls, through the cracked bedroom door.
“fuck—channie, yes, right there—harder, please—”
your voice cracked on every syllable, your brained so hazed that you didn’t even realise it at first when the door opened again.
seungmin stepped inside, two water bottles dangling loosely from his fingers, a warm washcloth in his other hand. he stopped in the doorway, eyes sweeping the scene: you face-down, ass up, chan buried to the hilt behind you, one hand fisted in your hair to keep your back arched, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
as your face turned towards him, for one terrified heartbeat, you thought he would be angry, rightfully so, your brain chided you. you thought that the easy affection in his eyes would shatter, that he’d storm out, that everything would end here in shame and silence.
instead, Seungmin tilted his head.
a slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.
he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms casually, like he’d walked in on you eating snacks instead of getting railed within an inch of your life.
“didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut, angel,” he drawled, voice soft and amused. “one cock wasn’t enough?”
something about the way he was looking at you, not like he was surprised, but rather entertained, broke you in the best possible way.
your cunt clenched hard around chan, visceral and involuntary, and chan groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. seungmin noticed too, the way your eyes rolled back and the fingers on your clit when slack for a moment.
“fuck— she just squeezed me so tight,” chan rasped, glancing over at seungmin without slowing down. “think she likes this more than we thought.”
seungmin’s gaze flicked to you once again, your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your mouth hung open around desperate little gasps, and then back to Chan.
something wordless passed between them: a knowing look, a tiny nod, the kind of silent communication that only happens when two people have already decided the same thing long before walking into the room.
they weren’t surprised.
they weren’t jealous.
they were… prepared.
seungmin pushed off the doorframe and walked over slowly, setting the water bottles and cloth on the nightstand like this was just another tuesday. he stopped right in front of your face, fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your head up so you had to look at him while chan kept fucking into you from behind.
“look at you, such a desperate little cumslut,” seungmin murmured, almost sweetly. his fingers brushed your cheek, then trailed down to roughly squeeze your breasts, another hand came up to your mouth, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. you whimpered around the pressure of his thumb slipping into your mouth. your tongue curled instinctively around it.
“greedy little whore. all tied up and drooling already. you really couldn’t wait two minutes for me to come back before you let hyung stuff you full, huh?” you whimpered—half apology, half plea—as chan drove in particularly deep, making your whole body jolt.
seungmin murmured, chan chuckled darkly, slapping your ass for good measure as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you whine in frustration.
“she’s been loud,” he said conversationally, like he was discussing the weather. “kept moaning my name— channie this, channie that. thought you might want to hear it up close.”
seungmin’s fondly rolled his eyes as he smirked at chan, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.
“oh, i heard,” he said softly. “every filthy little sound.” he pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, smearing your own spit across your cheek. “but i think she can be louder, can’t you, baby?”
he unbuckled his belt with one hand while his other hand fisted the base of his cock, already hard again from watching you get wrecked. in an instant, his shirt was also discarded, falling somewhere beside your tank top that you didn’t even realise had been taken off in your haze.
chan pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, making you sob at the sudden emptiness.
“open,” seungmin ordered.
your mouth fell open on instinct, tongue dipping out.
he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your throat fluttered around him. you gagged softly, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you didn’t pull away.
“good girl,” he praised, fisting your hair as he thrusted into your mouth in a rough shove. “take it all in.”
chan pushed back in at the same time, filling your cunt while seungmin fucked your mouth. the dual stretch, the rhythm, the way they moved in perfect tandem like they’d rehearsed this, sent your brain to complete, blissful ruin. no thoughts, no shame, only the primal need to be used, filled, and fucked stupid by both of them in perfect, cruel sync.
they talked over you like you weren’t even there, like you were just the perfect toy they’d finally decided to share.
“she’s so fucking tight,” chan groaned, hips snapping forward. “feel that? she’s clenching every time you bottom out in her throat.”
seungmin’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head in shallow thrusts that matched chan’s pace.
“angel likes being used,” he murmured, almost tenderly. “look at her eyes, rolling back already. bet she’d come just from this. from being our fucking hole, made to be used only by us.”
your body agreed before your brain could catch up.
your cunt spasmed hard around chan, clit throbbing untouched now, and a muffled, desperate scream vibrated around seungmin’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp, blinding, humiliating in how easily they pulled it from you.
seungmin groaned at the feeling, hips jerking forward once, twice, before he pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air.
“again,” he said, feeling himself reach his limit. “come again while we’re both inside you. show hyung how greedy this pussy really is.”
chan’s hand cracked down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you screamed again, louder, voice hoarse and wrecked.
they didn’t stop.
they just kept going, fucking you between them, filling every hole, praising and degrading you in the same breath, until you were nothing but trembling, overstimulated sensation and their names on your lips.
chan broke first, a low, guttural groan tore out of him as he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding your cunt with his thick cum. when he finally pulled out, his cum immediately seeped out, hot, obscene, trickling down your thighs, mixing with everything already leaking from you. he fisted his penis as more hot liquid flooded out, marking your back.
the sudden gush, the slick warmth coating your insides and dripping onto your back, snapped the last thread in you. you came again, violently, clenching around nothing, a choked sob ripping free as your whole body seized.
seungmin followed suit, and he gripped your jaw tighter, tilting your head back.
“open wider, angel, don’t you dare waste it.” he fucked your mouth in short, punishing thrusts until he spilled down your throat, thick and bitter and endless. you struggled to swallow around him, gulping desperately while he milked every last drop, hips stuttering, voice wrecked. “that’s it… drink it all like the good girl you pretend to be.”
when he finally eased out, strings of spit and cum still connected your lips to his tip. he wrapped long fingers around your throat, watching with dark, possessive eyes as you swallowed hard, throat working visibly. then he pressed two fingers against your tongue, dragging it out flat.
dazed, wrecked, stupidly proud, you stuck your tongue out further, showing him the mess you’d taken, lips swollen and glossy, a dazed little smile curling the corners even as tears streaked your cheeks.
seungmin’s thumb brushed your lower lip almost tenderly. “fuck… look at you,” his voice was soft now, completely different from when he was calling you a greedy slut. “ruined and still so pretty.”
chan’s hand slid up your spine, slow and grounding, as he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.
both men drew back for a moment, giving you room to sink bonelessly onto the sheets, chest heaving in the sudden, fragile quiet.
“yeah, just like that princess,” chan whispered, “deep breaths.”
seungmin climbed on the bed, laying down facing you, and he folded out his arm, inviting you.
you giggled as you settled against his hard chest, and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, caressing your hair and trailing soft kisses over your cheeks. “you’re okay, right? did we go too far?” his eyes searched yours, concerned. you shook your head earnestly, caressing his cheek.
“you did so good, princess,” chan whispered, hands massaging your ass, softening the red marks he had left. “so perfect for us.”
chan then reached for the washcloth seungmin had left on the nightstand and began cleaning you with careful, gentle strokes. the damp fabric glided over the sticky mess on your inner thighs, between your folds, wiping away the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used you. his touch was soft, almost worshipful, thumb occasionally brushing soothing circles over the sensitive skin as you hummed in satisfaction.
after a moment, chan settled beside you on the bed, his larger frame curving protectively around your back while seungmin stayed pressed to your front, caging you gently between their warmth. chan’s hand found your arm, stroking slow and firm from shoulder to wrist, grounding you as your pulse still hammered beneath your skin.
you bit your lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of it. slowly, you eased out of seungmin’s loose embrace just enough to lift your head and meet both their eyes; first chan’s steady gaze, then seungmin’s softer, searching one. the question clawed its way up your throat, small and scared.
“are you guys… sure you’re okay with this?” your voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling on the edges. “that i might want you both just as much?”
you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until their low, shared chuckle rumbled through you.
“we want you, and want to take care of you princess,” chan said simply, no hesitation, a wave of understanding passing between him and seungmin. “both of us. and we’re not gonna make you choose. ever.”
seungmin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair.
“your needs come first,” he added softly. “always. and if you want both of us, then that’s what you’ll get. no jealousy. no games. just us taking care of you.”
chan leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle this time, full of everything unspoken. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, steady.
“we’re not going anywhere,” he promised. “you’re ours, and we’re yours. however you want us.”
and since then, the noises continued, only now you had zero complaints.
peach notes: lowk regretting the fact that kim seungmin was not inside her, but i felt too tired to write more lol. also, can you tell that i'm a fucking whore for the both of them? 😮💨 no lube no protection and allat. sorry if chan's part felt too rushed, lowkenuinely entered flow-state writing min's parts. (#need that) ( pls don't ask me abt if min went to freakin antartica to melt a glacier to get her the water lol, nothing about this is logical anyway, honestly i just needed them to fuck by that point, i'm just a girl ┐(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)┌ )
and wdym there's more than a 100 (hundred!!?) of you here already!!1? thats insane, i could kiss u all. and i'm really overwhelmed by the love you've given me on my first post, truly thank you so much, i'm so grateful to each of you who reblogged and/or left a comment. pls feel free to drop by and send an ask to lmk your thoughts or literally anything, i would love to chat with you all <3
you'll see me next in march, unfortunately exam szn doesn't let me be horny 💔
⋆ ˚｡𖦹 w. nsfw (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), free use & semi-somnophilia, dirty talk, wet n messy, whiny service top mg, unprotected p in v, like 2 ‘mama’s, clitplay, creampie
⋆ ˚｡𖦹 wc. 1.4k
wandering hands wake you up, heavy palms that grip into plush flesh hard, and you’re moaning before you even realise. he’s back, you remember, mingi, with a new head of platinum hair that tickles your neck as he kisses up the curve of it and what time is it? it’s still dark outside, your throat feeling a little dry and limbs feeling a little stiff.
the white lights of the city illuminate your bedroom and you just about catch the clock on your wall - 12:34am. the long curtains that mingi had to help you put up are blowing in the slight breeze from the window; you’re unsure why it’s open but it’s a relaxing sight, watching the fabric blow and the cars speed down the roads below you. it’s chaotic but nice to be outside of it in your little bubble, almost enough to put you to sleep until a large, fumbling hand paws at your breast.
your clit throbs and you know what’s about to happen, trying to stretch and wake yourself up just enough.
this isn’t uncommon, you and mingi waking up in the middle of the night to fuck eachother’s brains out and then pass out again. his teeth bite into your skin, soft but promising, and you moan again, rolling onto your back despite still not being fully conscious.
everything’s a little hazy, but once you’re there mingi kisses you awake a little more, gentle open mouthed kisses that get deeper when you start to reciprocate, his tongue forcing into your mouth and claiming it as his. he’s messy as always, whimpering and pulling at your clothes, trying to get you as close as possible despite you being chest to chest, legs tangled up in each other.
he doesn’t say anything, fingers hooking into your sleep shorts and pulling them down your legs with ease. the night air is cold to your legs and he pulls the blanket over his back, encasing you in his arms and shuffling his own boxers down just under his balls to grip himself at the base.
mingi knows he doesn’t need to ask. nosing at your cheek, he kisses you again, deep as he pumps his cock a few times, positioning it at your hole. he finds you’re still slick from the night before and it makes him gasp a stuttered breath, pushing your thighs further apart and letting himself slide home. there’s a bit of resistance but he pushes past it, your hole stretching to allow his cock inside. it’s more than welcome with how nice he treats it.
“fuck, big,” you manage, whining against his mouth, hands pawing at his naked chest - he leans back and lets you see him, sharp angles and soft muscles on a long, lithe body, and your hands fall down the length of his torso when he starts to move. “so- ah, haa, oh my god, mingi-“
your pussy seems to gush around him whenever he pulls out, and his brows knit together in pleasure, pulling at your leg to bring it flat against his chest. he begins to rock a steady rhythm, your hands falling against the mattress uselessly, cunt throbbing for more.
mingi groans, knuckles tightening on your thigh, “baby, so fucking wet, so good,” he warbles. his balls start to slap against your ass and it’s too much, too big, so good; your back curves, and as if it reminds him his palm moves to tug your tank top up, over your breasts to expose them. he grips one of them and fucks you harder, watching the way they move in the barely-there light, eyes narrow and dark. “feels so- so good,” he huffs, “missed you so much, love you so much, fuck-“
if you were a little less horny you’d remind him that you went through this last night when he got home, but you buck your hips and let your cunt soak wet over his shaft every thrust. your clit goes neglected and you want to touch it so bad but you’re so sleepy still, writhing underneath him with strangled noises, grinding up like you’re in heat just to get some friction.
mingi notices, planting his knees further down on the mattress to lean closer to you. your leg falls back to the bed and he angles himself to thrust up deep, moving his hand from your chest to your clit and rolling his thumb over it steadily. your heart soars.
when you let out a warbled thank you he kisses your cheek and over to your jaw, grinding against you in such a way your slick wets his pubes and he rubs it over your clit. it feels so good he can’t help but clutch at you again, hand hooking under your hips to bounce you against him, his lips letting out little uh uh uhs with every one.
“oh, oh,” you keen, his cockhead fucking deeper and hitting a delicious spot inside you. your hands go to the pillow behind your head, clenching in the fabric hard and you start to move against him, desperate, making him moan gravelly against you. “so good, wanna- wanna cum on it,” you babble, “please, please-“
“yeah, honey?” he murmurs, lip curling up, “what do you need? tell me, c’mon,” his thumb flicks your clit and you whine, trying to find your words, “wanna give it to you, you’re such a good girl f’me.”
you’d be embarrassed any other time, but you move to grab his forearms, “a-ah, want- more, faster, please.”
he kisses the corner of your mouth and pushes forwards so your legs rest on his elbows, just spread enough to feel it hard and deep too as he starts to fuck you fast.
the bed starts squeaking but it’s no match for your wail, rivulets of arousal connecting your pussy to his skin. it smears up to the hair at the base of his tummy and he groans, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you as you take it.
“s’good?” he mumbles, but all you can do is squeal through it, gut clenching tighter and tighter as he fucks you hard and fast, too much for a late night normally but you can’t help how fucking desperate you are - you’ve missed him too. “f-feel all of it, fuck-“ he gasps, hand dropping to your hip, pinning you down, giving you long, hard rocks of his hips, “fuck, mama, gotta cum for me, ‘m gonna cum.”
it’s said breathlessly, with a little chuckle, and you wrap your arms around him to bring him close to you. you kiss him this time, nudging your nose at his sharp one until he pushes his tongue past your lips again. you suck on it and he whines, driving his cock further; your clit drags against his pubes and you cry against his mouth, kissing him over and over, letting him fuck you both senseless.
“g’na cum,” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders - he bites your lip, nips down your neck and keeps fucking you just like that, knows better than to change, letting your swollen bud drag over him just right until you’re whining through your orgasm. “oh, haa- mm,” you gasp, “fuckfuckfuck, yes-“
your hole clenches tight, over and over as you flood your release down to your fresh sheets; mingi grunts, “yeah, there we go.”
he has to fuck you through it with furrowed eyebrows and plush, parted lips against yours. when you stop writhing he rocks into you once, twice, before he fucks in deep and pulls your hips down against him, teeth nipping your shoulder as he fills you with his cum.
“fuck, fuck, mmm,” he breathes, nails digging into you, bouncing you on his shaft a few times to ride his own orgasm out.
it makes your head spin with overstimulation, eyes rolling to the side to look outside the window - the city moves on, cars still speeding past and white, blaring lights still barely illuminating you and your lover, completely wrapped up in each other, calm. he catches your attention again by nosing at your jaw and you let out a hum, turning back to kiss over his cheeks, nose and forehead, landing on his lips and sucking his bottom lip between yours.
he lets out a noise of amusement before he’s pulling out. you tilt your head, fully awake now and confused, “you’re not stopping, are you, min?”
his grin is visible even in the dim light, his toned arm moving to work on his shaft, other hand pushing his blonde hair back. his cock makes slick noises as he pumps it and his erection is unflagging, boxers soaked with both yours and his wetness.
“fuck no,” he taps your hip, tongue running over his teeth, “hands and knees f’me, mama.”
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ whisper my name - or kiss it away || ateez
kinks & things ateez would say/do to you in bed - ⋆.˚ + 18, mentions of nicknames, sensitive themes
성화 SEONGHWA | corruption
let me ruin you angel, it'll be good, i promise seonghwa whispers in a rispy, low voice in your ear, feeling his slender fingers slip all the way from your belly down your heat where you need him the most. his whole presensce already feels like a rollercoaster, the way he looked at you all day, sliding closer next to you whether you were standing next to somebody, or sitting on the couch he was right there beside you. not in an annoying way, but in an intensive, prickling way. it made your skin crawl when you saw his expression at you finally caving in and ending up in his room, in his bed, where he wanted you all along. god baby, you have no idea what i have planned for you and your pretty body, he grunts when he feels the way you clench around him for the first time, making it impossible for him to move just an inch without actually finishing in under one minute. when you pry your eyes open and look up at him, a small and calculated smirk appears on his face hope you know this is just the beginning darling. seonghwa says, leaving a trail of possesive kisses along your jawline, and neck as he can already feel your insides falling apart on his cock.
홍중 HONGJOONG | breeding
you and hongjoong didn't want to have kids. at least not now, when his career is the most important to him. but you make it so hard for him to not take you then and there and shove all of his cum deep in your cunt when you act so natural with kids. i'm gonna fill you up until you can't take it no more baby, he whines against your neck as his body jerks against you, sliding right into your soaping cunt, the wetness sucking his cock perfectly right in without any objections. even this pussy knows what you want, how come you just can't tell me? hmm? a slender finger teases your puffy clit as you cry out at the sensation, already feeling his cock pulsing with all his cum wanting to coat your walls and nestle deep inside you. don't worry, by the end of the night, you'll be soaked with my cum until i'm making sure it sticks inside you.
윤호 YUNHO | teasing
you're not wearing anything under this,are you? yunho rakes his eyes from head to toe, checking every inch of you out while his finger teasingly swipes along his bottom lip. you're there infront of him, cletcing your thighs together in a skimpy dress, showing yunho your figure and perfect mounds which he owns. you know, and he knows. and when you nod at his question, all it takes to bring to your knees is for him to stand up from the couch, towering over you in a second like a mountain and seeing the now visible hardness against his pants. i want to cum on this dress, tiny. will you be so kind and help me out with that? he takes a finger and caress the skin on your jaw, slowly and sneakily prying open your mouth to suck in the mentioned finger. when you whirl and suck his skin, he grunts and shuts his eyes just for a second, imagining the next minutes. you take his leaking cock out and tease right back with your tongue, kissing and licking his tip until he has enough and shoves his cock inside your warm mouth.
여상 YEOSANG | softness, aftercare
don't worry, i'll take good care of you even though yeosang is fighting against the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his cock, warming his whole body with simply cletching around him he tries to not lose control. he tries to caress your shivering body, kissing away the grunts and moans when he first moves inside you, his body glued to yours as you writhe under him and try to tell him that he can go harder. his whole body fires up and lets out the air he has been holding back, his veiny hands grip and your sides, his head hung low and nuzzled in your neck as he grunts and pushes further inside you. he knows he should be more careful, but when you deepen your nails on his back his own mind blows up and ruts into you like a lost puppy chasing for the climax. baby, i swear i want to stop but i can't - yeosang mutters as he's already chasing for his second orgasm in a row. your body trembling and ready for what you know is already coming. I'll make it up to you, promise. he says, like he's pursuing a sin.
산 SAN | cockwarming
even if it's scorching hot outside, san needs you close to him. when it's raining outside, he has to kiss your face and snuggle against you while you read a book. and when it's cold outside, he can't help but drag your on his lap and undress you while he kisses your skin hurriedly, and possesively. his hands grabs at your curves, pulling you impossibly close to his figure until he feels your heat sitting right on his weak point. and before you could blink another your panties are pulled to the side and his needy cock is already netles deep in your heat, san squirming and grunting under you. you're so warm baby, i couln't help myself he whispers in your ear as he nudges his nose against your skin, kissing and biting your neck softly to quiet his moans i could stay inside you forever.
민기 MINGI | cowgirl, dominance swap
it was just a joke, and you meant that. but when you saw how mingi's face changed under a second, you couldn't say no to him. the cocky smirk and voice lures you right where mingi wants you mentally, his big hands keeping you right on his lap so moving away was impossible. so ride me, let's see if you can handle it he mutters as his eyes follow his hands pulling your shirt up over your breasts, bottom lip stuck between his teeth when he sees you unbuttoning your jeans. slowly, but surely you drag your hands over his broad chest to test his patience, only ending up with a warning slap on your ass when he feels you circling your hips teasingly. i'm getting impatient princess, were you all talk earlier? he scoffs, his hands giving you firm squeezes at your hips as you slowly open his zipper and let his straining cock out of his boxers. and when you stadily sit perfectly right on his cock, he lets out a muffled moan as he throws his head back against the cushions. your warm walls moving up and down on his length, leaving trails of precum around his base immedietly makes him gripping your waist harder as he tries his best to not cum right there.
우영 WOOYOUNG | overstim
you can't even move? that's cute baby wooyoung coos, his finger teasingly caressing the bruised skin on your trembling inner thigh, seeing the mixed cum oozing out of your soaping cunt as your whole body shiver and tremble against his body. you whine when he touches your raw lips coated with his seed,amazed by the fact that how fast the condom broke the second he slid right into you. shit, baby, do you see what we did? he curses, leaving a kiss on your forehead right before he pushes your legs up to your chest and swipes a finger into your pulsing, used cunt. all this, and you still want more, right? wooyoung watches the way you nod hazily, cletching around his finger, hips buckling to meet his touch eagerly. don't worry, you don't have to move a muscle.
종호 JONGHO | toy play
ever since you saw a video of a guy using a fleshlight, you can't help but imagine your boyfriend doing the same when you are not home. would jongho be into that? is he using any toys when you are not around, or just his hands? no matter how much you think about it, you unconsciously make him aware of your little desire when you accidentaly send the video to him. did this fulfill your fantasy, baby? he grunts when he sends back a very detailed video of his thick cock sliding right through the fleshlight, the lube and cum mixing around his tip when he drags the toy all the way down to his base, jongho giving it a few squeezes before pulling it back off until only his tip is inside the clear toy.
a/n : something came over me while writing this, seriously, the devil was sitting RIGHT beside me telling me what to write. also, this is not proofread.
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
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WILL call you a good girl no matter where he is. there’s a random ping sound coming from your phone, you already know who it is. you body knows who was just thinking about you, phone already in his hands as he text you a simple, moderate text.
have you eaten yet baby? if not, make sure you do, do not make me disappointed by denying food from yourself. be a good girl.
it's inevitable, you smile and blush on your way to get some food, just to make your boyfriend proud and happy.
who is gentle inside and outside your relationship. he will be gentle with you, caring about you in ways no one ever did. notices the small things which makes your heart go numb and buzz in your chest, pat your head gently when you smile brightly at him for buying something you’ve been wanting to buy for months.and let’s not forget that seungmin will be gentle about your relationship when you’re not around him. will he talk to the other members about you and how lucky he is? yes, yes he will.
who gets jealous easily, but will not say anything obscene openly.he will take you somewhere private, no matter the time or place, he finds an intimate spot just for the two of you. it will come off like he's controlling you, when he really isn't. he won't tell you to stop talking to that guy, but he will pull your hair to the side to show off the mark he left on your soft skin previous night. he won't call a cab and take you home the second he sees you warming up to one of the members, but he will take your hand under the table discreetly and show you what you are doing to him by pissing him off.
does it worth it sweetheart? does making me jealous will get you off later tonight?
who can't help but call you bunny. he pats the lenght of your hair when you cuddle closer to him and whispers a small oh bunny you're so good to me while his other hand is somewhere deep inside your pink underwear, pulled to the side so his slender finger can find the sweet spot you have been mewling about in his ears.
also calls you a slut when you can't control yourself.
he has been telling you to behave yourself, to wait for him like you always do. but there are times when you just simply can't wait for seungmin's touch, body or words to come to you. so you do what you need to do, and let your body washed away by the sensations. and when seungmin catches you in the middle of the night because of his busy schedule, he handles you in great calmness. but he won't give you what you want, no. and you know you have to earn that from him, because in the end, he doesn't call you his good girl like he always do.
and he tells you to watch you mouth when he sees the anger rising within you, meanwhile you have no right to feel that way. you say one wrong thing and you know you've done it, that was it. but the anger doesn't stick to your boyfriend - you just simply know how your night will end.
you want to say something more, bunny? do you really wish to?
but he's someone, who in the end will close you in between his arms while you cry from overstimulation, rub calming patterns on your naked back like he didn't just rearranged your insides and spanked raw your ass to the point it couldn't get any redder.
my poor baby. i bet this is exactly how you planned this night to go, right?
seungmin murmurs as his cock is still deep inside your sticky, warm walls after hours of his torturous teasing and edging until your insides were begging for his and your release.
lets talk about chan and his painfully obvious kink - choking
he has to have a hand on your neck somehow - anyhow, just so he can feel that tiny little pulse run and throb under his wide palm, to feel you are there with him right by his side. let it be on the nape of your neck, his fingers teasing the sides as he walks beside you or you are simply just sitting next to him, or -
he usually doesn't care if someone sees him or gives him weird looks for it, he does it for you. and for obvious reasons, himself. but when an insignificant nobody tells him it's weird and comes off overbearing, he beats himself up for it. do you feel that way? does the thought cross your mind that he is being pushy and violent with it? but then again how could he give something so pleasureful to the both of you up so easily?
does it feel like i'm using your body,baby? would you let me use your body,hm?
it literally gives chan shivers when you try and pry at his veiny hand from the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin at the side of your neck, eventually moaning at the feeling when he feels you fighting back the urge to roll your eyes and get another whip of air into your lungs before it's all over.
it's the choked sobs that gets him going. that gets him feeling like a starved animal.
hearing you moan and splurt all over his cock when he pushes your head a tad far down, drool pooling around his base and your lips nearly makes him fuck your poor throat raw right there and then.
yes baby, keep it tight for me, come on
he would groan under his breath, hot and demeaning. a push and pull - the way he controls your body just by grabbing you by the base of your neck and moves you just how he wants it. how he controls your cries because he is the one making you let out those beautiful sounds, and chan is the one controlling them.
you cum so hard when i choke your little neck like this, is this what you want?
it makes him ram deeper inside you due to the feeling of your walls fitting around him like a glove - grabbing your chin and telling you to behave when neccesary, and good girl when even the pressure is prickling at your throat you swallow everything he gives you.
in the end, he is not apologetic about his actions, because he knows you are just as a fuck up as him.
touching them on different spots to make them finish.
❕ warning : mentions of smut,mainly sub skz, cursing, lust filled skz 😩
as always,
enjoy!♡
BANG CHAN 방찬 || his abs
chan is a big pleaser when it comes to sex. he rather has you coming first (obviously) then himself, thinking if it's really needed he could go to the bathroom and finish his business alone. but there are times when you just want to please him. he's not against it, of course, but there's something unsettling inside him because he knows you know. he knows you're not dumb, doesn't matter how much chan tries to cover the fact that there are places where he is vurnable too. sensitive spots - that's how you call it when you purr into his ear from above, your warm pussy now inching away from his leaking cock. now he wants nothing more but to come, after the torturous hours of you riding him and taking control over him ends. you simply end it with a small brush on his trembling abs which he loves to show so much, and see his head thrown back against the bedframe in agony.
b-baby, i don't think i can take it anymore -
he would rasp hazily, his eyes shut as he feels the incredible feeling of your soft hands lightly caressing his twitching, sensitive skin on his stomach. but the moment you slightly press down on his abdomen, he lose the battle as his hips thurst upward and shamelessly comes all over your pussy and his stomach. you just crouch above him and caress his abs softly as his come coats your manicured nails and his smooth skin, his load seemingly not stopping soon.
LEE KNOW 리노 || his back
you know minho's body just like he knows yours. no matter how much you try, search for a sensitive area, you just can't find it even after years of being together with him. you tried asking him subtly if he has any weak spots that he likes, ending the conversation with a shrug and a walk off to the bedroom. it felt like you needed to give up and just let it go, but that's exactly what minho wanted you to think. sure, he can say he's all strong and proud that he doesn't have a weak spot, but then there were times when you actually almost succeeded - making this whole thing harder for him. until one day, it was all too much for him to keep his mouth shut, letting out a sudden very unusual moan out from him when you touch that specific spot on his back. right in the center of his back, sending a shiver through his spine which ended him thrusting into you like a dog in heat.
f-fuck, baby -
so this is it, huh?
you purr into his ear, scratching your nails down his spine lightly once again, seeing the goosebumps rising on his skin. he ruts into you again, moaning into your neck, biting down on the skin lightly to keep his whines back. and before you could drag your nails down his back again, you feel him grabbing your hips so close to his that you feel him pulsing inside you, shooting his load right where he wants it to be.
CHANGBIN 창빈 || his hair
you can touch him wherever, but touching, pulling, scratching his scalp/hair makes his invisible tail wagging and rut against your leg in under a second. it almost makes him drool when your delicate hands slides up into his hair while making out, softly grabbing his curls to graps into something as changbin gets way ahead of himself and gets lost in the feeling, wanting nothing more than having you right there and then. you can simply pat his hair at his nape, he looks at you like a lost puppy, wanting to kiss you immediately.
he’s kissing up on your thighs and inching closer to you heat, his eyes glistening with need and want as his lips latch around your throbbing clit, his hands wrapping around your waist to keep you close to himself. it doesn’t matter if he wanted it or not, unconsciousness takes over him as lust fills his mind, his hips stuttering against your legs as your hand slides into his soft hair.
i know you love it when i touch your hair binie - but why don’t you show me how much you love it?
and a simple hair pull takes it all from him. he moans and cries into your soaking pussy as he comes undone into his sweatpants, his hips never seeming to stop from wanting any friction.
HYUNJIN 현진 || his lips
it only takes a second to know when hyunjin is needy. he starts biting his bottom lips delicately. out of nervousness? maybe. or maybe it makes him earn pleasure from it, looking at you like he wants to eat you up in whole and keeping you away from everything. he just can't help biting his lips to prevent moaning in the middle of the function as he's looking at you dancing and teasing hyunjin from afar. it tears him apart the minute you finally decided to pay attention to him, dragging him up to a nearest room to have him displayed out just for you.
needless to say, oral fixation comes crazy from him. he licks your body like you are his last treasure on this earth, pressing wet kisses over what's his. his lips reaching everything, your neck, now naked chest and your beautiful body parts he loves so much. but one thing he loves so much? is when he looks up at you from his knees, your thumb swiping over his lower bottom lip to separate them away from each other. he almost comes on the spot when you smirk down at him too, smudging the leftover lip stain which you left earlier. it makes his whole body fuzz as he pushes inside you and feels everything at once, the adrenaline from knowing you are not in the comfort at your home but somewhere else because he couldn't wait to have you under him like this.
so you give him what he wants. just one lick and bite on his bottom lip and hyunjin shakes, shudders under you as he suddenly tightly holds your hips on his crotch, his breathing picking up as he stutters a small please please please while bucking his clothed cock against your heat.
HAN 한 || his earlobe
the sub jisung is, there are a lot of soft and sensitive places on is body. one in particular are his earlobes. biting, licking or caressing it has him immedietly cumming on the spot, no matter where you are. secretly whispering something in his ear, feeling the hot breath caressing his skin? a shiver goes through him, already feeling his hard-on coming to life. when you are home tho? you purposefully tease him with tickling his neck and ears as you are sitting prettily on his lap while watching a movie. later on, biting and licking them just to earn a well deserved whine from jisung after all your teasing, the throbbing in his pants unbearable as you play with him.
please, just stop, i don't think i can -
you can't what? don't be like that sungie.
you sweetly purr into his ear, already seeing jisung thrusting his hips upwards in the air desperately to ease his pain. just focus on the movie you say as you move your hips in circles, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on his ear shells earning loud, shameless moans from him until you can feel jisung rub again stab you harder and harder. by the end of the movie, you are left with a dark patch under your thighs and a bigger leak on the center of his pants.
FELIX 필릭스 || his tip
it's inevitable. whenever you guys have sex, felix knows it's over for him the second he sees you sinking down on your knees, your hair prettily waiting for his hand to snake around it and keep it out of your face. he knows he'll bust from one touch even, but those times when he's lucky, he's able to keep composure longer. he’ll just bite his lip to keep the noises to a minimum, letting you take all control and have him however you please.
but it only makes you annoyed.
his adam’s apple bobbing up and down the more you suck and tease his cock, dangerously close to that area you know it’s a goner for him. his hands tightly gripping the sheets around him as his glistening abs flex under the dim light.
what’s the matter baby? why aren’t you talking to me?
felix swallowes and opens his eyes to look down at you, his mouth opening to answer you somehow, anyhow, but then he realizes his mistake. he played right into your trap.
you lick the underside of his tip slowly, and then out of the sudden he feels a harsh suction around him that has him immediately grabbing for your hair, pulling you closer and closer to where he needs you the most as felix comes down your throat shamelessly.
SEUNGMIN 승민 || his neck
seungmin has a specific move he always does whenever he's on top of you. pulling his body further away from yours so your hands, or mouth, in this case your teeth can't reach his sensitive skin on his shoulders. you see him shuddering and panting whenever you land a hand on his shoulder to pull him closer to you, but when he's close to reach his climax? he simply pulls back and lets you cum all over him. but not when you have your legs locked around his waist, an alarm setting off in seungmin’s head as a warning to pry himself off of you. there’s a little smirk in the corner of your mouth, not noticeable especially by someone who is so lost in the pleasure. he swears he sees stars when you clench around him teasingly, a low growl leaving his mouth frustratingly when your manicured hand grips on his shoulders and bring him closer to your lips.
baby don’t run from me - you already know this will end, right?
he knows, fuck, of course he knows, because the next second you press wet kisses on his adam’s apple, your teeth grazing the soft skin teasingly as you feel him rubbing against you relentlessly. in seconds , you have him whimpering and moaning against your ear as you leave love marks on the side of his neck, leaving him looking like a pathetic whore after 10 rounds of edging.
I.N 아이엔 || his nipples
just the simple mere thought of you finding out where he's the most sensitive has him panicking. it was always 50-50 in your relationship,but there were time when you wanted to take over and simply ruin jeongin. you tried everything. asked him too, if he has an preferensces, or something he'd like to try but everytime you'd bring this up he jjust laughs if off and forgets about it -- but until when day, when you realized something.
you wanted to test your theory out of course, so after an hour of heavyily making out, you let your hands wander all over his body. not like something like this hasn't happened before, but this time way different. jeonging nearly let out a whimper when your cold hands skimmed over his chest area, down to his abs. but you weren't dumb, you see how his eyes almost roll out of their places, his hands nervously shaking on your waist and how his flushed chest heaves up and down.
so with a small smirk, you press yourself against him, and drag your hands up on his chest.
you thought i wouldn't notice? how much you whimper and strain yourself whenever i touch your chest?
he wants to disappear. because he then feels your hands sneak under your shirt, leaving teasing circles on his nipples. without another warning you move hips in slow motions in his lap, feeling his cock throbbing under you with anticipation. i-i don't think it's a good idea baby-
you feel his hips rutting against you quicker, your hands dragging his shirt up until his perky nipples come into scene and you press wet kisses all over them. you know his secret spot, and you know how nervous it makes him. and you know how embarrasingly quickly it makes him come in his pants without properly touching him.
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who i think nct dream members would be if they were a marvel character. . .
thank you to my friend who helped me with this because she knows marvel more than what i do sooo :3 (im more into dc so a dc version will be coming for 127).
mark — spiderman (peter parker)
reflexes are insanely good for someone who’s ‘normal’. always comes back to you if he needs help patching himself up. has saved you… a countless number of times because you seem to always get in some sort of trouble. he doesn’t mind it though, saving you is the best part of the job. daily rants about him working at the daily bugle and complaining about his boss.
renjun — vision
calm intellect. very observant and perceptive of many things. he’s got a quiet protectiveness over everyone too.
jeno — venom (eddie brock)
can be intense when he needs to be. very calm otherwise though. got a lot of strength in him that not everyone gets to see. enjoys chaos but only sometimes, don’t get him wrong. very protective, he doesn’t play about it.
haechan — deadpool (wade wilson)
energetic. you can not burn out this man’s energy ever. chaotic, unfiltered and somehow still insanely loveable? literally will make fun of you mid battle for no reason at all, he just felt like it. underneath all the harmless flirting with anything that walks and his witty remarks, he is super loyal. he’s willing to fight for who he loves and will make it known.
jaemin — human torch (johnny storm)
confidence oozes from him, nothing will bring him down and i mean nothing. definitely a littlleeee bit of a show off. despite all that though, he is very very kind hearted and will do anything for the team. brings the heat anywhere.
chenle — loki
very mischievous, clever and unpredictable at times. you never know what you’re going to get. he loves to live life on the edge, one day at a time. loves drama and especially sarcasm, oozes with it no matter what situation is happening. never know what he’s going to plan but just know, he’s got something good up his sleeve.
jisung — moon knight (steven grant)
is a nerd with history just like jisung is a nerd with space. it makes sense that jisung is paired with moon knight because of how alike he and steven are, he can be serious like marc but i think steven suits him so much better! very soft spoken and introverted at times. a thoughtful guy.. like very thoughtful that he just sits staring at nothing in particular in his thoughts. has a lot of inner strength.
【 IN WHICH 】 ⏖ dongmin is your first love. a story revolving around two defining feelings - love and friendship, told by you. it all starts back in middle school when you couldn’t stand boys but there was one exception : it was han dongmin. however, this blossoming love quickly faded away due a misunderstanding, him unexpectedly moving away during the summer. so how could you not think about the lost love 4 years later ?
wc : 3k
a/n : this is inspired and basically by the plot of the blue spring ride anime! everything is based on the episodes, so if you haven't seen the original story you don't have to worry because this is almost the same as the original. i made a few changes about the timeline so i can still think of it as mine. also, this will be a small series, maybe 3-4 chapters so not everything will be in this fic as in the anime! i just felt the need to see a small fic of taesan being kou, because they are practically the same.
It was precisely 4 years ago when you met your first love – a sudden summer rain sealing that day.
It was sudden but gentle, just like meeting him.
You had no choice but run to a safe place from the heavy raindrops disturbing your calm walk back to your home after school. Following the same path every day, you were itching closer to the neighborhood park. You’ve never been there before — no matter how many times you walked away from it, it looked unnecessary. But for some reason,that day it told you to step further in and seek shelter.
It was weird, because your legs moved on their own only to find yourself under a curved, traditional brick temple. The wind has taken up at that point when you reached dryness under a roof, somewhat shielding you from the strong monsoon rain.
It was an ordinary day, just like any other.
Except it wasn’t anymore.
There are moments in life that you cannot forget. And this was one of them.
Seeing Dongmin for the first time in his school uniform with his hands crossed in front of him and chewing softly on his bottom lip as he’s scanning the sky made that day unforgettable.
He didn’t make any noise — no, somehow you sensed his presence next to you, on the other side of the temple. Sensing his heart beating, his nervousness and nonstop thinking loudly speaking to you once you reached a safe place to rest. It somehow came naturally to you, feeling his true form.
“It came down pretty suddenly, right?”
Dongmin would say, his rounded eyes once staring at the sky now scanning your face, your trenched clothes from the weather.
You nodded mindlessly, but couldn’t stop staring either — of course when he wasn’t looking at you. It was just that his youth, the soft features of his captivating you at such a young age made you confused. What could you know about love at 13?
The feeling stuck with you, grabbing onto you until you felt him stepping closer to your side, suddenly feeling a heavy material thrown over your head. As you could lift your head up to look properly at him, Dongmin steps to the side next to you and picks up his bag off the ground.
“Dry yourself with that. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t.” His voice was gentle, but firm enough to make you move on your own.
There were sparks in your eyes, as if you could see. But you were sure Dongmin could see it. He did, he saw everything in your eyes. The moment he laid eyes on you too was when he was sure he didn't want to let go of you.
“Really?” You’d say with a taken-aback expression, holding his white gym shirt now in your hands as you scan the clothing.
“Yeah, I haven’t used it, it’s clean.” He says, and that’s when you notice his school uniform. He goes to the same school as you. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you happy. You could play with him outside in the courtyard any day, or even study with him in between breaks.
“Maybe once.”
From his sudden confession you shriek and snap back to reality, tossing his shirt back right into his hands. “So you did wear it!”
The absurdity of the situation was not surprising at all as you saw him laughing wholeheartedly, his eyes brightly shining and his laughter immediately making you blush and admirably scan his features furthermore. It was obvious, the atmosphere between you was easygoing,not many people bringing this out of him.It would have been unnecessary to elaborate further, you loved being with him.
“Okay then! I will use it anyway..” You sulk, a pout painting your young face as you dry your hair and skin slowly, the boy standing closer to you unbeknownstly.
Dongmin nodded softly, his hands now in his pockets as a slight blush appeared on his face too, looking away the minute he saw your actions becoming real. In the corner of his vision he saw your movements, slowly moving the white thin shirt towards your arms.
“Thank you..” You mumble out the gratitude, shyly looking away from him and towards the trees in the park.
Han Dongmin was in the class next to yours. He was always quiet and calm, short and his voice sounded almost like a girl's. Before that, you didn’t really pay attention to his presence, not because you chose to, but rather because him as a person was hard to reach. Always with his three or four friends, in a small pact, talking and playing in the courtyard with them without looking at you once. It was obvious that you two have no reason to hang out, until now, when the next day you bring his uniform back.
“Are you going to the summer festival?” He suddenly mumbled out as his delicate hands reached for the shirt. You pick your head up at his question, and try to calm your overbeating heart down. “I-I mean, did you make plans with your friends?” He repeated with slightly more confidence than before, his eyes still on the shirt in his hands.
“Not yet..” You blink and say, voice unsure about how you should answer him.
“7:00 PM! “
He interrupts you softly, his figure shaking slightly as a bright pink blush appears on his face. Dongmin takes the courage and speaks up again, one of his hands lifting up to cover the blush to prevent you seeing it.
“ 7:00 PM at the clock in the neighbourhood park.”
And before you could realize what his intentions are, you are already walking back to your class, heart wanting to jump out of your chest and a small smile decorating your face.
“So what’s up with you and Dongmin? You’re telling me there’s nothing going on between you two? I saw you guys talking just now!” Your classmate says, walking closely behind you.
It wasn’t your fault for saying what you said. It wasn’t Dongmin’s fault he heard it. It wasn’t your classmates fault for annoying you, or rather being curious. It was the whole situation that got you where you are right now, hands curled into a fist as you just realized what you said to the boy in front of you.
The sentence “Stop being annoying! That’s why I hate all the boys! I hate them! ” slipped out just as quickly as you wished you'd never said it, because when you see Dongmin’s expressionless face witnessing the whole scene, you want to disappear from the earth.
You wanted to stop him and tell him it’s not true, to make sure he understood you and that it was a slip out. But then you see him walking away from you with his hands in his pockets, and all you can do is pray that he will meet you at the park.
And all you can do is just stare, when you stand alone at the park in the dusky sunset, your flowy dress soaring in the wind as you wait and just wait, but no sign of him. You waited and waited, and all you could blame was you. For saying what you said and doing nothing about it when you hear the next day that he moved away and switched schools. He didn’t even tell his close friends, leaving everything behind without a word. You blamed yourself for possibly making him think you hate him. Dongmin was embarrassingly awkward,and seemed to always fumble his way through everything. But somehow, and you still don’t know how and why.
You loved him.
It’s been four years now, and you, seemingly managed to make your way to your third year of high school. The term dangerously close to an end, excited to have new classmates and many many possibilities. You just had one rule.
Don’t be feminine. Don’t have the feminine appeal.
It was stupid, and you knew it too, especially when you get it from your friends and classmates how unfeminine you are when you buy too much food at the cafeteria, or how messy and clumsy you are with your stationery.
“Well now, that’s what makes Y/N so fun!” Your friend, Asumi, suddenly hugs your shoulder from the side and pokes your bag which almost spills everything out.
“Good morning, Asumi!” You chirp happily, not paying a single mind to the latter comment.
“At least you are not like her.” Asumi adds, nodding his head towards the entrance door to the classroom, a snicker on her face as a smaller girl walks in through the threshold. You see Yuuri walking in with her bag in her hands, her head hung low as two boys immediately greeted her in the class. She’s wearing a pink coat and the cute little ponytails in her hair flutters in motion as she moderately nods her head and wishes a good morning, continuing her walks to the seat at the last row.
“I don’t get what they see in those types of girls. She’s not even that cute if you look at her closely.” Asumi says once again, twirling her hair with her hands.
“It’s just an act. Boys love girls acting all cute and petite.” Your other friend says, rolling her eyes as she takes a seat in front of your desk.
But you think. You scan Yuuri as she’s sitting alone, getting ready for the class neatly. She’s completely isolated from everyone, knowing that every girl in the class hates her. Is she really okay with that? How can she live with this feeling of the girls snickering and talking behind her back like she’s not in the room with us. You know the feeling, how everyone thought you were just acting cute and innocent in front of the boys in middle school. You couldn't stand being called awful and annoying in your last two years.You hated being alone, isolated from everyone and not having friends anymore. So you made a decision, you created a new version of yourself. You wanted to bring down your feminine appeal as much as you could so others wouldn't hate you. So what happened in middle school, wouldn’t happen again.
That’s why everyday, you buy a full bag of breads, and ramens at the cafeteria, exclaiming that you are so hungry.
“I could eat a horse. Will this be enough?” You whine, already walking back to your classroom with your friends ahead of you.
“You do this everyday, Y/N – it’s honestly impressive.”
You smile to yourself mischievously, paying no attention to the bubbling laugh inside you. You thought it was impressive how they believed you really are like this. Doing this for two years in a row, made the whole plan actually look pretty easy for you now. Nothing could ruin your plan now, nothing.
“Hey Han!”
You nearly stop in your tracks when you hear the familiar name, curiosity picking up as you slowly turn your head to the side to see a boy standing further away from you, friends surrounding him. He looks so familiar, but also so distant from who you know.
“I told you we are way past formalities! Just call me by my name.” The boy says, smiling at his friends as he takes a piece of candy from one of them.
You must be staring, because suddenly you feel weight on your shoulders almost dragging you down. “Oh, look at that. Y/Nnie finally has a crush on somebody? And it’s a junior?”
Asumi says, her voice snapping you back to reality as panic rises within you and an alarm sets off. “W-what? Don't be ridiculous, no way!
She giggles and lets your shoulders go, flicking your forehead softly to tease you more. “I’m just joking, you are not cut out for love Y/N.”
“Seriously, if you were more careful with your womanly assets you’d be totally popular with boys!” Says Yumi, your other friend. It almost makes you want to turn around and leave them there with their pathetic ideas, but you stand your ground and laugh it off. “Come on now, I’m terrible with boys anyway – why would I pay attention to them then -”
In the middle of your sentence a shoulder bumps into you, making you almost drop your bag in your hands. You gasp slightly, and reach for the bag before it could fall – but the mystery person gets ahead of you and the bag lands in his hands. The second when you want to lift your head up and apologize, your heart stops.
“That’s really unattractive food.”
It seems like time stops, everybody around you slows down and it’s just you and him. It's like you immediately know who it was.
It’s the presence you are familiar with.
Somehow your whole body wakes up, heart going at an irregular speed just from one sentence and your eyes are already searching for the lost figure in the waves of students. Asumi and Yumi curiously look at you and the innocent situation,trying to get a word out of you, but in no vain, you are totally frazzled in your head. “Dongmin..?” You mumble to yourself, your eyes zigzagging between students.
“Y/N? Let’s go, we have a lecture soon.” Somebody says but you pay no attention to it as you almost immediately answer them.
“Go on without me, I forgot to buy something.”
And before they could say anything else, your legs are already taking you where you saw the last bit of him. You are running, almost bumping into everyone who gets in your way. You don’t know if it really is or not, his voice and height not matching the measurements in your head from years ago. You didn’t see his face, so why do you think it was him? So why do you assume it’s him after all these years? You pant by the time you reach the courtyard, seeing a glimpse of his uniform walking away further from you.
You take a few steps out in the yard, your lips parting and ready to call out to him – just to see if it’s really him. To see his face and hear his voice.
“Taesan!”
A voice suddenly says from behind you at the threshold, making you freeze on the spot when the so-called Taesan turns around in your way and sends a small smile. It looks like him, and that’s all you could say about him. It’s not him, and you know it. But do you truly believe it?
“Taesan! Are you hitting the school grounds? Let me join.” The stranger walks past you in Taesan’s way, his arm swinging around his shoulders, both of them making their way to the other side of school.
It was all you could think about that day.
How did you mistake someone for him? He looked the same as him, but he moved away years ago without a word, why would he come back all of the sudden, and especially now? Was it your mind messing with you? There are times when you wish you could go back to those days and tell him how wrong you were and it was a misunderstanding, wishing he could be here now. But it was unnecessary. To think about what could’ve happened and what not.
You sigh and follow the same path as everyday to your home.kicking the dust on the pavement as you mindlessly mumble under your breath. “I’m so foolish. Besides, what could happen if I meet him again? Then everyone would hate him in school if they find out I’m being friendly with a guy. Stop it Y/N, just stop.”
While talking to yourself, you notice Taesan standing a few steps ahead of you in the distance, his body turned in your way as he heard your mumbling presence. You blush, covering your mouth and shaking your head all in one second. “I-I’m not following you! I swear.” You quickly explain, a frown forming on your face as you know exactly what this guy is thinking of you. You look like a stalker.
But he lives in the same neighbourhood? How come you’ve never seen him before?
Taesan pays no mind to your excuses. He simply looks over his shoulder before turning in the park next to the street, slowly and surely walking away from you as you stand there dumbfoundedly. And when your eyes follow him, you suddenly remember. This is the park.
Curiosity sparks up in you, following him in quick, but quiet steps.
It’s him! It’s actually him!
You go up on the steps and turn in the corners, practically running until you meet with the familiar brick temple where you first saw him.
And you see him once again, sitting on the ground,leaning on the brick wall with his head hung low. Your panting makes his head perk up, his eyes landing on you. The moment you lock eyes, you can feel it. Your mind running in circles you part your lips and say –
“Dongmin?” You blink, licking your lips once to prevent it from going dry enough so you can’t talk. The wind blows your hair and suddenly you feel your bones shaking in nervousness.
“It’s Taesan, actually.” He softly answers, finally hearing his voice. It’s deep and husky, something so distant from what you know.
A beat passes. Then another.
And by the time he answers you are already turning away, wanting to walk home and never meet this guy again because it’s not him and will never be.
“It came down pretty suddenly, right?”
You stop in your tracks because your legs gave up on obeying you. You look up at the sky and see the clear, sunny but slightly cloudy day shining down on you. And you feel it, you feel him.
You turn around softly, and he’s looking at you.
He’s smiling at you with his soft eyes, his lips curled up into a soft smile because everything about him was so soft. It makes your heart ache, and eyes blink repeatedly as you try to understand what he’s saying.
The voice, and the height – it’s all different and yet,
This boy standing in front of you now, is your first ever love.
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