Aurelia's interactions with her new brother-in-law has her realizing that being part of Choi family might not be as bad as she thought. Just because she has a new found appreciation for Yeonjun, doesn't mean she's letting him off so easily.
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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character
{Rating:} 18+
{Genre:} Royals
{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut, Nonconsensual Sex, Aggression, Forceful Male
{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu
Aurelia strolled casually down the length of the lavish corridors, sighing contently as life in the Choi palace became more tolerable now that her marriage settled. While things were still far from perfect, Yeonjun graced her with the respect and admiration she craved since her arrival, thankful for the progress since she was now stuck in a lifelong marriage to the prince of Meiryn.
She hummed happily as her gown draped behind her, swishing with each sway of her hips as she passed the extravagant ballroom of the east wing. She paused as she registered Victoria’s voice echoing from the crown molding and chandeliers as the petite woman stormed from the ballroom. Aurelia blinked, thankful to have stopped just a few feet short of the entryway as the fiery maiden waved her hands in exasperation.
“This is all wrong…” Victoria grunted as she turned to address a servant. Aurelia caught segments of their conversation about the linens for her upcoming wedding to Soobin. Just as an amused smirk pulled at the edges of her lips, she noticed the groom-to-be chasing behind them, desperate to be enlightened to his fiancée's attitude.
“Darling, I thought we agreed on silk.” His eyebrows were pressed together, his distress clearly printed on his features.
Victoria continued marching to keep up with the servants as she examined a variety of linen selections. “Soobin, silk is terribly dated. What would people think?” Her voice escalated, her vanity on full display as she waved him off to continue examining the fabrics, disappearing around the corner to leave her fiancé overwhelmed by the threshold of the ballroom.
His eyes soon settled on the image of Aurelia quietly waiting beside a stone statue, her arms tucked behind her as she observed the scene unfolding before her. She couldn’t help but feel pity for Soobin as he ran his fingers through the tresses atop his head, ruffling his perfectly coiffed locks as a long, drawn-out sigh ghosted from his lips. He looked utterly exhausted, drained of any remaining charisma as he offered Aurelia a gentle smile, his dimples faintly making an appearance.
“Everything alright?” Aurelia inquired, taking a few steps forward as he peered back towards the end of the hall that still had Victoria’s voice echoing across the way.
Soobin let out a sarcastic chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to fight off his pounding headache. “Peachy.” He lied, shaking his head gently. “She’s an amazing woman, however…” He hesitated as if it was appropriate for him to comment on his future wife.
“She’s challenging to manage?” Aurelia offered, raising a brow curiously, watching Soobin’s demeanor relax at her acknowledgement.
“Yes, absolutely.” He confirmed following behind his new sister-in-law as she continued to stroll down the hall. “Do tell me, how do you manage to keep up with my brother?” He smiled lightheartedly, knowing both of their arranged marriages weren’t exactly a leisurely stroll.
Aurelia laughed at his question, feeling as if she had failed in that task. “Just as you are, I’m still trying to figure that one out.” She admitted. Yeonjun was a conflicting soul. One moment, he spoke with all the admiration in the world, while the next, he was reluctantly engaging in some foolish banter, letting his jealousy overtake him.
She hadn’t noticed that while she dwelled in thoughts of her husband, her facial features morphed into a solemn stare, her eyes finding comfort in the patterns of the marble tiling below her feet. Soobin was quick to pick up on her distress, recalling his warning to the young princess when Minho first arrived in court.
“He is a good man.” His voice was soft, tucking his arms behind his back as he accompanied her down the corridor, his eyes shifting to find the winter scene painted outside the stained glass windows. Aurelia’s interest piqued as she offered Soobin a doubtful glare. “Oh, trust me, I don’t deny that he’s a jealous bastard.” He quickly added, his eyes shifting to find the princess's gaze.
“Has he always been so discourteous and patronizing?” She narrowed her stare. While she loved their recent interactions, he was still the man who caused her so much dismay before and during their wedding.
Soobin took a moment to mull over her question, thinking back on his older brother’s character over the years of growing up with him. He knew he was a rough person to love; however, he also knew the pressures and unfairness that came with being firstborn.
“Yeonjun is the first son of our family, which means he’s first in line to become king.” Soobin gestured towards a ledge near a large window that overlooked the frosted-over gardens. Aurelia happily followed his lead, taking a seat as she peered out to spot Yeonjun riding horseback through the grounds below. Soobin sat across from her, watching his brother make his way across the plot of land before disappearing towards the stables. “Imagine spending every day of your existence being perfectly groomed to one day take the crown while your siblings enjoyed whatever pleasures their hearts desire.”
Aurelia went to speak, silenced by the weight of Soobin’s words. She was also raised with the expectations of becoming queen and marrying into an alliance that would support their nation. She was, unfortunately, the only heir her father managed to produce, leaving her with not only the countless responsibilities of one day ruling, but also getting spoiled by undivided attention and freedom between duties.
She watched her husband disappear from her view as Soobin continued to enlighten her on the man she apparently didn’t know much about. “My siblings and I have our responsibilities and lessons to maintain; we also have every opportunity to travel, engage in various pastimes, and indulge in pleasures Yeonjun was deprived of.” He sighed, speaking with nothing but admiration for the eldest Choi sibling. “He’s resentful of that freedom, hence his envious nature.”
Aurelia tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling guilty that she never paused for the opportunity to learn about Yeonjun’s hardships, feeling as if she barely understood the man she was united with. “Shame that his jealousy causes him to be such an ass.”
“Can you blame him?” Soobin raised a brow as he watched the princess glare in his direction, stunned to see him defending Yeonjun’s actions. “I’m not saying that way he acted was chivalrous in any manner.” Aurelia continued to narrow her eyes, wondering what Soobin could possibly say. “However, I would’ve been equally as enraged to watch the woman I desired promenade about the castle in another man’s arms.” Aurelia’s jaw hung open in utter shock at Soobin’s accusation. “I did warn you that my brother was quite possessive.”
Aurelia recalled his warning the day she met Minho, ignoring his word of caution out of her desire to serve Yeonjun with the same jealousy she felt after finding him tangled up with the dutchess. “That you did.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as Soobin flashed her another friendly smile.
“He cares about you.” If there was anything he knew about his oldest brother, it was that he only became possessive of things he cared for, instantly recognizing his reluctance in accepting the princess as his bride as his fear of letting people in. “My brother would give his life for his family, which now includes you.”
Aurelia huffed, knowing she was only part of his family due to their marriage. As if Soobin picked up on her silent thoughts, he flashed her a stern glance. “Believe me, he loves you. Whether he knows it or not yet.”
Aurelia felt a wave of butterflies flutter in her stomach, strangely exhilarated by the thought of Yeonjun feeling such a strong emotion towards her. If only he would act in such a manner. She smiled, leaning forward to nudge Soobin's arm, thankful for this moment of enlightenment.
“Show her who’s in charge.” She commented vaguely, leaving Soobin’s eyes wide in confusion.
“Excuse me?” He blinked, wondering what she was referring to.
“Victoria. The best way to manage a woman in her class is to remind her that you’re the man in charge.” Aurelia smirked, entertained by Soobin’s innocence as his eyes continued to widen. “Trust me, women like men who are equally as commanding as they are respectful.”
Aurelia could see a blush threaten to expose itself across Soobin’s complexion, smiling as his dimples concave against his cheeks. He shook his head, chuckling nervously as they both stood from their seats, venturing back in the direction of the ballroom in search of Victoria to assist in any necessary wedding details.
—
Yeonjun sighed, shedding the thick layers of his evening attire before throwing his banyan over his shoulders. He glanced out the large windows of his bedroom, admiring the dim stars beyond the glass as he crossed the threshold to dive into the winter duvet. His body sank into the dull mattress, his mind rampant with thoughts of things to come. He tried to distract himself from Kai’s impending visit with his brother’s wedding to Victoria, happy to know that Soobin has a fondness for his bride. Thinking of their approaching wedding ceremony caused flashes of his own to resurface.
He cringed as he remembered the awkwardness of it all; a mess of tension and animosity until the very next morning when he tried to make amends. Their relationship had developed, but he still found himself lying alone in bed when he wished to have her warmth beside him. He grunted, turning over on his side and glaring at the empty space as it lay barren. He dragged a hand over the sheets, feeling the cold seep from the fabrics as another sigh pulled from his lips. He finally cracked his jaw with irritation, throwing the duvet from his body and leaving his chambers to find Aurelia before she rested her head.
Down the corridors, Aurelia was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair as part of her nightly routine to help the strands from knotting during the night. There was a sudden knock at her door, causing her to stop in her efforts and walk towards the door, curious to know who would be visiting her at such an hour. She was stunned to see Yeonjun, a pout on his full lips as he pushed his way inside her room. Before she could speak, he was rounding back towards her as the door closed. “Why haven’t you come to my bed?”
She blinked up at him, slowly tucking her robe and pulling the belt tight. Her brows narrowed. “I have one of my own. Why should I go to your bed?” She had no intention of sounding blunt, but she was not prepared for his questioning on their sleeping arrangements, especially since they were just starting to settle into their feelings for each other.
Yeonjun crossed his arms over his chest, spurred on by her inquiry. “Well, you are my wife with the sole purpose of bearing my children. Or don’t you remember?” His tone was condescending and left Aurelia feeling spiteful.
Of course, he had to waltz in with his bass-like mouth and say something offhandedly because he was in a particular mood. She stepped forward, standing her ground against her intimidating husband. “Oh, I remember perfectly. As I recall, you were a complete bastard.” Her voice subtly raised with each word until she was practically spitting in his face. “So, I think I’ll stay right where I am.” She, too, crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight onto one foot as her hip popped to the side.
Yeonjun growled in the back of his throat, agitated by her insult as he stepped to tower over her. “It’s not my fault! If you hadn’t been fraternizing with Minho, letting him touch you when you belonged to me, maybe I wouldn’t have fucked you like some common wench!” He was mad. Not only was she denying him her presence, but then to throw their first night together back in his face? He thought they were well past that evening, mending their bond little by little, but apparently, she was still using it against him to avoid joining him in bed.
Her mouth dropped open, appalled that he spoke to her in such a way; his accusation was hurtful. She went to bite back in a similar manner, but caught herself, remembering the discussion she had with Soobin earlier that day. The middle son of the Choi family had shed some light on the deep feelings Yeonjun hid from most, but could be seen by his siblings' observant eyes. It was clear that Minho’s presence was a source of Yeonjun’s anger as Aurelia sought the affections of him rather than her betrothed.
She hummed with amusement, the tension in her muscles relaxing as she pressed closer to Yeonjun, her arms falling to her side so that her breasts would brush against him. “I never realized you were so threatened by Minho…” She walked her index and middle fingers up his torso, teasing him with a coy smile. “I would almost think you were jealous.” She gripped the open material of his banyan, feeling the fabric between her fingers as she waited for his response.
He sputtered, his resolve faltering momentarily as he pulled away from her body. “I was not jealous.” He sharpened his glare to hide the fact that Minho bothered him. “Please, the thought is almost laughable.” For good measure, he forced a small chuckle from his lips as the pout turned into a mocking smile.
Aurelia turned up the charm, her eyes growing heavy and her voice dropping just enough to sound like rich honey. “So it didn’t bother you that Minho might have taken my virtue before you?” She shifted her shoulders ever so slightly, letting her robe slip off to expose the thin night gown beneath. “Even if I asked him to?”
Yeonjun was taking in her appearance, tracing every curve with a meticulous glare that softened the more he heard her speak so smoothly. However, the building haze of lust delayed his ability to register what she was saying. After a beat, he finally snapped his eyes back to her, pupils growing wide as he reached up to grab her. “Did you?” He seemed crazed at the notion that she even thought to ask Minho to take her, and while she was afraid to tell him the truth, she loved his reaction.
“You’ll never know.” She whispered, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek and placing haunting kisses up to his ear. “But you couldn’t possibly be jealous, right?” She was thrilled to have the upper hand, putting him in a position that Yeonjun always seemed to put her in every chance he got. Now she had him wrapped around her finger, and while he was unpredictable in this state, she savored the way he visibly crumbled.
Yeonjun abruptly turned his head, grabbing ahold of her face as he forced her into a passionate kiss. Aurelia could barely keep up as his lips moved aggressively over her flesh, flicking from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck. She clung to his head, her fingers getting tangled in his dark strands as moans slipped from her lips. His hands traveled down her body, gripping the plump curves until he could squeeze the swell of her ass. Without removing his lips from her body, he used his strength to pick her up in his arms, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Yeonjun.” She gasped as she felt his dick harden against her core, a rush of heat filling her abdomen as they traveled towards her bed. Everything moved too quickly as she deliriously registered they were falling back on her bed with Yeonjun hovering over top of her. He lifted himself away from her body, taking in the disheveled view of his wife displayed across the thick duvet as she panted in need.
He traced his fingers along the back of her thigh, locking her leg around his waist as he dipped his pelvis against her. He watched her throw her head back as the head of his cock brushed her clit, whining in her throat as her nerves shuddered from the sudden sensation. “What do I have to be jealous about?” He swivelled his hips, creating a delightful friction along her clothed folds and the length of his member. He then brought his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he brushed his lips against her own. “You’re clearly mine.”
He flicked his tongue against her bottom lip, leaning down to catch the flesh between his teeth as her body curved against him. Aurelia gasped, using her hands to guide his lips fully against her own, returning the affection as she maneuvered their positions. Yeonjun happily lay on his back as she straddled his waist, sitting onto his firm dick that was desperate to be buried deep within her. She ground her core along the underside of his cock, the head stimulating her clit as she moved.
He groaned as his tip leaked his natural lubrication, feeling it seep into his sleepwear. He reached towards her and began pulling up the fabric of her night gown, but frowned as she crawled away from him. He sat up on his elbows, following her movements until she was standing at the end of the bed. “What are you doing?”
Aurelia had the audacity to force a yawn from her lips as she stretched her arms over her head. “I’m tired, I think it’s best we go to bed.” She brought her arms back down and elaborated as she tried not to look at the tempting vision of her husband draped across her bed. “Our own beds.”
Yeonjun could feel his hard cock slowly deflating as she turned towards her vanity to pick up her brush, continuing what she had started before he showed up. “Are you serious? Is this a joke?” He sat up on the bed, watching her reflection in the mirror of her vanity as she calmly brushed over her strands.
“Of course not. It’s been a long day.” She wasn’t wrong with all the preparations for Kai’s arrival and Soobin’s wedding; the day was quite eventful. She got up from the vanity, hairbrush still in hand, as she walked towards the bed. She leaned over the mattress and pressed a quick kiss to Yeonjun’s cheek, biting back the bout of laughter that threatened to slip from her lips when she saw his disbelief. “Goodnight, Yeonjun.” She returned to the vanity, leaving her husband to gather himself and slip from her chambers; his penis deprived and his bed colder than before.
୨ৎ main masterlist ⋆ wc. x ⋆ yeonjun au ⋆ pairing: playboy friend!yeonjun x female friend!reader ⋆ friends to lovers ⋆ credits to @kodaswrld (dividers).
contains. smut, friends to lovers, playboy!yeonjun, jealousy, unrequited love (not really), fear of being rejected, deep talks about love, tension, repressed feelings, yeonjun’s body (cause that’s definitely a tw), ft daniela and manon katseye, heeseung enhypen.
liatalks. do u guys remember love maze? WELL YEAH I KNOW I KNOW i rewrite almost everything but i really wanted to make this a better fic !! hope you like it, if you’re reading it again <3
𓂃۶ৎ when everyone starts to realize you’re more distracted than usual, the insistence begins on knowing who’s keeping your mind occupied. your friends won’t stop until they find out who are you crushing on — while you’re trying to pretend falling for yeonjun isn’t killing you.
⟢ index.
▸ prologue (wc. 1k)
chapter one (wc. 3.1k)
chapter two (wc. 2.7k)
when you were a child, you used to go unnoticed among your classmates for being quiet and preferring books over playground games during recess.
books felt like a refuge — at least until the other kids decided that was a sign of weakness.
"reading again?" jake's voice caught your attention, though you didn't even bother to look up.
someone has to, you thought, yet not a single word left your lips.
"hey, i'm talking to you." the boy insisted, this time knocking your book to the floor.
you looked down at it, then back up at him, letting out a quiet sigh.
"leave her alone."
the voice made you turn around, surprised at being defended — and that was when you met choi yeonjun for the very first time.
the new kid.
anyone would think that gesture meant nothing more than basic human decency, but children can be incredibly cruel when they set their minds to it.
still, that was how you and the new kid became friends in elementary school and, years later, built an unbreakable friendship.
saying you were inseparable wouldn't be an exaggeration. your moms had become friends over time, and even vacations now meant spending them together.
at some point, you felt like siblings.
after high school, yeonjun grew into exactly what every girl now seemed to be dying to have: someone untouchable, with a reputation no one dared to question.
with toned arms and a whole following of fans thanks to his shirtless training sessions, yeonjun had become the most sought-after guy on campus.
and even though you had always been grateful that his unconditional presence by your side was the reason your group of friends had grown popular — despite you being more on the introverted side — things suddenly changed during your second year of nursing.
"hey," his breath brushes against your ear due to the short distance, pulling you back from your thoughts. "you're doing it again."
his hand rests on the back of your chair, his eyes watching you with amusement, and you can barely bring yourself to look at him — afraid you'll end up close enough for him to read your most intimate thoughts.
"sorry," you shake your head slightly, forcing a small smile. "classes got me zoning out lately."
his signature smirk appears almost instantly, sending that familiar flutter through your stomach — the one you've been trying to ignore for the past month, now impossible to bear. you even know the warmth in your cheeks is obvious whenever he's this close.
it's torture.
"you've been working too hard. you need to give that brain a little rest." he jokes. you feel his fingers catch a loose strand of your hair, and you silently pray you don't pass out right there.
he's always been this close — so why does it feel different now?
you find yourself unable to look away, as if caught in a trance — but when soobin's voice cuts in, you feel grateful.
almost.
"yeah, sure." the sarcasm in his voice is obvious.
you and yeonjun turn almost at the same time, and as if you were connected, you both raise the same eyebrow.
"what do you mean?" you ask, even though you wish you hadn't.
"there's something on your mind that's bothering you," soobin points at you, narrowing his eyes slightly. "i can see it. you like someone."
your eyebrows lift in surprise, almost involuntarily. "what?"
but that's your first mistake, because that reaction is exactly what soobin needs to confirm his theory. he smiles.
yeonjun turns to look at you, and you feel the world crumble far too fast. "of course not." you defend yourself — but the heat flooding your skin has already given you away.
"i knew it!" the triumphant voice of your best friend joins soobin's, catching you off guard as she delivers a soft victory tap against the table.
"yeah, i knew you were acting weird." beomgyu adds, still chewing on his morning croissant.
you scoff, trying to brush it off as if that might actually work. "i'm not acting weird."
but you know you are, because your legs tremble slightly every time yeonjun sits beside you, or your heart speeds up whenever he says goodbye with a hug.
"don't lie to me," your friend says. "you've been pretty distracted — i've noticed."
yeonjun doesn't stop looking in your direction, as if he's waiting for your defense, paying close attention.
"that doesn't mean i like someone." you say, rolling your eyes, even as your cheeks burn.
the last thing you need is for your friends to go on a mission to figure out who the person stealing your sleep is, because you know that once they get involved, there's no turning back.
"you're terrible at lying." beomgyu attacks, a teasing grin on his face.
and even though he hasn't said a word, yeonjun's soft laugh beside you only fuels the growing panic beneath your failed attempt at playing it cool.
"i'm not lying." you mutter through clenched teeth, shooting beomgyu a glare.
"then why are you blushing?" soobin chimes in this time.
god, you want to strangle him.
"i'm not." you insist again.
"oh, you definitely are," yeonjun finally speaks — his voice relaxed, confident. as if he knew you like the back of his hand. "you're as red as a tomato."
you feel your face burn even more at the comment. "you're not helping."
“ugh, how long can a line for coffee possibly be?”
taehyun’s voice, returning with kai, makes everyone turn around — and you’re finally able to let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding under all that attention.
“god, i missed you already.” you exaggerate, stretching your hand across the table to reach his. he takes it, laughing.
“what did we miss?” kai asks, amused.
“a personal attack against me.” you reply before anyone else can. taehyun and kai laugh, the former giving your hand a light squeeze.
“now i see why you missed me.” he jokes, earning a smile from you.
you’re far too focused on ignoring yeonjun’s piercing gaze beside you that you don’t even notice beomgyu, soobin, and your bestie exchanging looks.
and even though you think you’ve escaped their interrogation, this is only the beginning.
and they don’t seem to be the only ones interested in knowing who has you so distracted.
because yeonjun’s eyes never leave your grip on taehyun — not for a single second.
synopsis: the girl soobin has wanted since forever is dating the campus resident playboy. desperate, hopeless, and out of ideas, he comes to you—a shaman who supposedly specialises in love rituals and spiritual compatibility. only problem? you’re a total fraud.
ᥫ᭡ pairing: yearner!choi soobin x scammer shaman!reader
ᥫ᭡ genre/warnings: college au, romcom, coming of age, bit of angst, pining, slow burn, deception, jealousy, plotting against your fav freaky couple, 18+ mdni, maybe smut idk, alcohol use and mention, profanity, hella second-hand embarrassment, so unhinged turn your brain off, spin-off to virgin playboy, in chapter warnings to apply
ᥫ᭡ status: ongoing
ᥫ᭡ wc: 1.7k
ᥫ᭡ playlist | series masterlist | main masterlist | prequel
Choi Soobin almost had it all.
Switzerland. Snow. Mountains. Professors who smiled at him because he’s a good boy—little do they know he’s twenty-one and still terrified of feeling too much.
A car his dad bought him when he landed back—black, sleek, expensive enough to make strangers assume his life was sorted.
And then the date. The date. With the girl.
The one he’d wanted since he first learnt cooties were fictional and longing wasn’t. The first girl he ever looked at and thought, I’d ruin my whole life for you—and then spent eight years not ruining it because he’s polite, and cautious, and allergic to saying anything that might change his life.
So yes. Dream semester. Dream car. Dream girl.
Except his dream girl didn’t want his dream.
She wanted someone else’s. Choi Yeonjun.
The Yeonjun Choi. The one people talk about like he’s a campus landmark. The one built like a Greek statue. The one with the abs—six? eight? Soobin doesn’t even know. He hates that he hates that he doesn’t know.
How do you compete with an eight-pack?
You don’t. You drink instead.
Soobin sits at the bar in a jacket too nice for his mood, watching his ice melt, trying to convince himself that he’s fine. This is normal. This isn’t the beginning of him becoming a future cat dad with a permanently damp flat smelling of cat piss and a personality made of I once loved someone.
He lifts the glass. Takes a sip. It doesn’t taste of whisky. It tastes of humiliation.
He can still hear her voice. And then I met someone.
He doesn’t even blame her. That’s the worst part. If she’d been cruel, he could’ve been angry. If she’d been smug, he could’ve hated her. But she looked at him the way people look at someone they genuinely don’t want to hurt and said the words anyway.
Soobin swallows hard and stares at his reflection in the glass. His elbow sticks to the bar for a second when he shifts. Someone has wiped it down, technically. The universe has not accepted that.
He raises two fingers.
“Whisky,” he says. “Neat, please.”
A glass slides in front of him.
“You alright, mate?” the bartender asks.
Soobin looks up. The nametag reads TAEHYUN.
He looks around Soobin’s age, but he has the calm of someone who’s heard every version of heartbreak and knows none of them are unique. He’s wiping down a glass in steady circles. He keeps half an eye on the door, half an eye on Soobin—probably a habit built from nights that go wrong.
Soobin puts on his polite face. “I’m fine,” he says. “Perfect, actually.”
Taehyun’s eyes flick to the empties lined up beside Soobin’s elbow. He doesn’t comment. Instead, he slides a water next to the whisky and says, “Have a bit of that too, yeah.” It’s not a question.
Soobin stares at the water, personally offended. Taehyun keeps wiping the glass, unbothered. Soobin sighs and drinks the water because shame is now his new hobby.
“Tough night?” Taehyun asks, neutral.
Soobin swallows. He could lie again. He’s good at lying politely. But the bar is almost empty. There’s a lad passed out in a booth. The music is low. Soobin’s chest feels too full.
“Yeah,” he admits.
Taehyun nods once and goes back to work, giving him space. A pint glass clinks somewhere down the counter. Taehyun’s hands keep moving.
Soobin, being Soobin, fills it anyway. “It was supposed to be—a good night,” he says, staring into his glass as if the ice might answer. “I did everything right.”
That’s always been his problem. He mistakes right for brave and hopes no one will notice.
Taehyun lifts his brows a fraction. That’s it.
Soobin keeps going, because once the dam breaks, it doesn’t stop. “I’ve liked her for years,” he says. “Like—embarrassingly. Since I was thirteen. Back when I still thought confidence meant standing up straight and not sweating.”
Taehyun’s mouth twitches once.
Soobin clears his throat. “I went abroad for a semester. It was—perfect. And I thought, okay, this is my moment. Either I shoot my shot and it works, or I get rejected and I’m conveniently out of the country to die in peace.”
Taehyun nods, still neutral.
“And then we started talking,” Soobin says, voice quieter now. “Like every night.”
Taehyun sets the glass down. “Right.”
Soobin’s cheeks warm. “And I was stupid.”
Taehyun finally speaks in a tone that isn’t judgement, but isn’t sympathy either. “Men.”
Soobin exhales. “Exactly.”
He takes a sip of whisky, then says it in one breath because if he hesitates he’ll die of embarrassment. “We-started-sexting.” His throat clicks. He rubs his thumb against the condensation ring, trying to scrub the sentence off his tongue.
Taehyun doesn’t react. Doesn’t grin, doesn’t tease. He just goes, “Okay,” like he’s heard it a thousand times.
Soobin’s shoulders sag with relief. “And I tried to act cool,” Soobin continues, self-loathing creeping in. “I acted like I had options. Like I had girls. Like I was—in demand.”
Taehyun’s eyes flicker, quick and sharp. “Why?”
“Because I thought it would make her want me more,” Soobin admits, miserable. “I thought I’d look confident instead of—pathetic.”
Taehyun nods slowly, as if filing it. “And?”
“And it backfired,” Soobin says. “I made her feel like she had to perform. Like she had to keep up. She’s already—she’s already perfect. And I still managed to make her feel behind. I made her feel insecure.” His throat tightens. He takes another sip of whisky. “We had our date today,” he says. “She told me she’s liked me for years.”
Taehyun’s gaze softens a fraction, then settles back into neutral.
Soobin swallows. “Then she told me she met someone else.”
Taehyun stops wiping the glass. Just for a second.
Soobin looks down, jaw tight. “And it’s not even some random guy.”
It’s the kind of guy you hear about even if you never ask. The kind of guy with a reputation that walks in before he does.
Taehyun doesn’t ask who. He just waits.
Soobin exhales, bitterness and disbelief mixing. “You know that type? The campus playboy type.”
Taehyun’s brows lift. “Ah.”
“That ah tells me you understand exactly what that means,” Soobin says, humourless.
Taehyun shrugs. “I work a bar. I understand the general concept.”
Soobin laughs, small and broken. “He has an eight-pack.”
Taehyun blinks once. “You counted?”
Soobin looks offended. “I didn’t count. People talk. I have ears.”
Taehyun’s mouth twitches again. This time it’s closer to a smile.
Soobin takes a long drink, then says, quietly, “How am I meant to compete with that?”
Taehyun’s answer is simple. “By being a person.”
Soobin stares at him. “I was a person.”
Taehyun nods. “Too late.”
Soobin flinches. Then he laughs again, because if he doesn’t laugh he’ll cry and he’s not trying to be the guy sobbing into a bar mat at 1am.
“I can’t even be angry at her,” he admits. “She was just—honest.”
Taehyun pours him another water without asking. Sets it down with no lecture. “Drink that too,” he says.
Soobin obeys because something about obeying feels easier than thinking.
Taehyun exhales through his nose, like he’s deciding whether to get involved. “Hypothetically,” he says, casually. “If she doubled back right now—said she’d messed up—what would you do?”
Soobin doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Taehyun exhales. “You’d take her back? Immediately.”
“Yes.”
Taehyun nods. “Alright.”
Soobin squints. “That’s it?”
Taehyun tilts his head. “You want me to call you a simp?”
Soobin’s ears burn. “No.”
Taehyun shrugs. “Then no.”
A pause.
Soobin stares into his whisky, then says, too quietly, “I don’t know what to do.”
Taehyun holds his gaze for a beat, then looks away, busying himself with the bar top again. “I can suggest something,” he says, carefully. “But it’s—a bit mad.”
Soobin laughs once, exhausted. “My life is already mad.”
Taehyun hesitates. Then leans in slightly, lowering his voice the way you do when you know you’re about to sound ridiculous. “I know this shaman.” He says it too smoothly. As if he’s said it before. As if he has watched men just like Soobin fold in half on this exact barstool
Soobin jerks back. “I’m sorry—what?”
Taehyun holds up both hands. “I told you it was mad.”
“A shaman,” Soobin repeats, blinking.
Taehyun shrugs. “People believe in worse.”
Soobin opens his mouth to argue, then closes it. Because what has logic done for him lately? Got him a nice car and a broken heart.
“There’s this shaman,” Taehyun starts again. “I think she’s a student—one of the unis around here.”
“What kind of shaman goes to uni?” Soobin cuts in, incredulous.
Taehyun inhales slowly, mustering patience. “The kind that values education,” he says flatly. “Now let me finish a sentence.”
Soobin throws his hands up. “My bad.”
Taehyun continues. “She does love rituals. Compatibility. Talismans. The whole—spiritual angle.”
Soobin stares. “This goes against everything I believe.”
Taehyun doesn’t even blink. “Everything you believe got you drunk at my bar.”
Soobin winces. “That was rude.”
Taehyun’s mouth twitches. “True, though.”
Soobin takes a sip of whisky, then—quietly, like he’s ashamed of himself—asks, “Do you have a name?”
Taehyun’s eyes brighten. Too bright.
He turns, reaches under the counter, opens a drawer, and pulls out a glossy business card like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment. He slides it across to Soobin with a gentle tap.
Soobin picks it up.
The card is clean. Professional. The kind of thing you’d expect from a dentist, not a love shaman. There are even reviews mentioned at the bottom.
Soobin stares at it. The font is aggressively modern for something that’s meant to meddle with destiny—there’s an address and a WhatsApp number. Hope sparks in his chest. Small and humiliating. He turns it over twice, memorising everything, then tucks it away carefully. He finally slips the card into his pocket like it’s a bandaid.
“Thanks,” he says quietly.
Taehyun leans forward, elbows on the counter, and smiles. A too-wide, delighted, this-is-going-to-ruin-you smile. Soobin is too drunk off his mind to notice.
“Anytime, mate.” Taehyun says.
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୨ৎ main masterlist ⋆ wc. x ⋆ cam collection ⋆ soobin au ⋆ +18 ⋆ pairing: camboy!soobin x popularf!reader ⋆ enemies to lovers
contains. smut, enemies to lovers, blackmail, manipulation, slow burn, academic pressure, regina george inspired reader, power imbalance, online content, camming, size kink, voyeurism, masturbation, degradation, edging, ft manon katseye.
(open) taglist. @missdel @soohashits
liatalks. i think this is like my first time writing smut and it’s pretty light, i know, still mdni !!
𓂃۶ৎ soobin had no idea how complicated his life would become when his biggest secret was discovered by the most popular girl on campus — and he certainly never expected to end up tangled in her sheets.
⟢ index.
prologue (wc. 983)
▸ chapter 1 (wc. 2.5k)
next chapter coming soon!
soobin had always been the kind of guy who didn't like drawing attention to himself — not in class, not with his friends, not even out on the street.
his space felt safest when it was just him, maybe a manga in hand, or a shared bowl of ramen with taehyun while they watched anime.
maybe the only time he ever stood out was when teachers praised him for having the highest grades in class.
as a child, he had always felt a certain fascination with anime and manga—so much so that he'd decided to learn japanese, and somehow managed to do it without much effort.
he didn't know much about how university exchange scholarships worked, but he started looking into them after the dean told him it was very likely he'd be the one to receive it at the end of the semester if he kept his grades high and maintained strong command of the language.
unfortunately, things had changed ever since he ran into you in the hallway.
"are you okay?"
taehyun's voice pulls him back to reality as he steps out of the showers after another training session together.
"yeah, yeah. i'm just a little distracted." he replies, still not fully present.
taehyun hums, running a hand through his damp hair. "yeah, you've been like that for a few days."
soobin nods, his shoulders finally relaxing under the weight of everything that's been happening.
"the scholarship has me a little on edge." he lies—though it isn't entirely a lie, just an omission of the truth.
"the exchange scholarship?" taehyun scoffs, almost unconsciously. "come on, soobin. that scholarship is yours."
"i'm not so sure." he murmurs under his breath.
taehyun frowns. "are you kidding? who could possibly take it from you?"
and as they leave the court—through the inside of the university gym—the answer is standing right in front of them: low-rise jeans and that signature pink top, the one that leaves your collarbones on full display.
if he'd compared you to regina george before, he'd been wrong. you were worse.
you were the devil in person.
his brows knit together the moment you enter his field of vision, the tension sharpening the instant your eyes meet.
your damn smile knows you've already won, and he hates every second of it.
"i have to— i'm not going back to the dorm right now." he says, turning his head toward his friend while still unable to look away from you.
taehyun looks at him, raising an eyebrow but not pushing. "that's fine. i've got something to do anyway."
when he approaches you, you have to tilt your head up because of the height difference.
"hi, camera boy." you say, a smile curling on your lips—almost mocking.
"could you not—" he sighs, shaking his head slightly. "i have a name, yn."
"right," you click your tongue, your smile widening. "page.sxxb—"
"don't," his eyes widen before you can finish saying his username. "stop. we have a deal."
you roll your eyes. "you're not fun"
right after, you turn to walk down the nearly empty university hallways toward the dorm where you're going to study together.
you don't need to tell him to follow; he does it involuntarily, without even noticing.
soobin watches you as you hold your bag strap, your hips swinging confidently with every step you take.
he doesn't understand how someone with your build and size can have so much power over the entire campus, and even worse, over him.
yeah, you look like you stepped out of a 2000s music video, he has to admit that, but someone who's on par with him in the grade ranking could base their personality on any other diva—just not the mean girls protagonist.
people said you even had your own "burn book," where you wrote down everything you knew about everyone.
and even though they were just rumors, no one dared to question it or find out for themselves.
"i don't have much time, so don't beat around the bush." you say once you're inside your dorm—the only dorm with enough space for two people, though you were the only one who used it.
your dad had asked the director for it, or so people said.
soobin sets his backpack on the table, taking out his notebook. "you're asking me for japanese tutoring in record time, we're going to need a lot of time."
you sit on the couch, crossing your legs. "don't get me wrong, i learn fast."
"it's years of knowledge."
"and you think i can't surpass it?" you raise an eyebrow.
soobin looks at you, not wanting to get into an argument he knows won't benefit him.
shaking his head, he sits on the couch with his legs apart and leans over his notebook.
"the first thing you need to know—"
"can't you close your legs?"
your words throw him off, and he looks down at his legs, then back at you. "pardon?"
"i don't think you need that much space."
"i'm not even taking up your space."
"it's visually uncomfortable for me."
his eyes linger on you for a few more seconds than he wants, and he can feel one eye twitching from the stress.
are you really like this all the time, or are you just doing it to annoy him?
he sighs. "fine, sorry." he adjusts himself, bringing his legs a little closer together to get back to the tutoring.
surprisingly for him, you listen carefully every time he explains. at least it seems like you actually want to learn japanese, and that you do want that scholarship.
you lean closer to him to look at his notes, frowning slightly at not being able to read his handwriting, but you don't mention it.
your scent hits his nostrils before he can even notice, and he's surprised to realize that the sweet smell everyone talks about is real—but it doesn't seem like perfume, more like it's just naturally you.
even though he feels tense inside, terrified of ruining something and being exposed by you, he can't help but feel irritated seeing that you're just listening without even taking any notes.
"aren't you going to take notes?"
"i don't need to." you reply almost bluntly, looking up for a few seconds to meet his eyes.
it feels like a competition he knows he's going to lose.
he sighs. "fine, i think you can learn how to introduce yourself," he says, sounding almost frustrated even though he tries to hide it — you seem to have so much control that it's irritating him even more. "it's something like hajimemashite. watashi wa soobin desu. yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
your gaze is fixed on his lips when he speaks and, even though you know he's testing you, you don't plan on losing to him.
you never lose.
his lips curl slightly into a winning smile when he notices your silence and your focus on his mouth, which makes him uncomfortable in a way.
but before he can say anything, you repeat. "hajimemashite. watashi wa yn des. yoroshiku onegaishimas."
he stays silent for a moment, frustration climbing up his spine. he didn't even teach you how to pronounce it correctly and yet, you still did it right.
"it's a good start," he says, acting as if it's no big deal, "you need to practice."
you scoff, knowing he's lying.
and before he can take his frustration out on you and end up making things worse, the study session comes to an end.
he grabs his things, stands up from the couch, and turns to look at you. "see you soon."
though he wishes it weren't so.
he walks toward the door, and just before he leaves, your mocking voice stops him cold.
"i'll see you tonight," you say, because it's friday and you know he never fails his followers, "put on a good show."
soobin walks through the hallways back to his dorm with stiff steps and footfalls heavier than usual — he's annoyed, he doesn't know how to hide it, and honestly? there's no one in the halls at this hour, so no one is going to see him anyway.
when he reaches his dorm, he locks the door tight. taehyun doesn't come back on fridays; he always goes to his apartment in the city to distract himself from the university's confinement.
soobin wishes he could have that same luck.
he takes a lukewarm shower to lower the tension and, after eating some instant ramen from the pantry — he has enough of those to feed himself for a whole year — he finally lets himself sink into his desk chair: his safe place.
he used to have a slight fascination with girls who uploaded intimate content online, considering that getting a girlfriend didn't seem to be part of his destiny, and every now and then, his body demanded attention that only he could provide for himself.
he doesn't even remember exactly when it started — it was curiosity, just a "no one is going to see it anyway" that transformed into way too many comments praising his size, his moans, and pushing him into a state of pleasure that was impossible to ignore.
he did it to please himself, and to earn some money while doing it.
extra money is never a bad thing.
at least until you decided to blackmail him with it, putting not just his social life, but everything he had built with his docile and kind personality at risk.
maybe transferring universities wouldn't be such a bad idea, if he had enough money to do it.
but that would mean not seeing manon.
and he wasn't ready for that.
he opens the laptop, types in the website, and logs in, but this time his body feels tenser than usual, stiffer than he'd like to admit.
your words keep circling in his head, even though he knows you're only saying them to have power over him.
but you're succeeding, cause the thought that you might actually be in the stream tonight is making him second-guess everything.
when he turns on the camera, the viewers start pouring in almost immediately — he has a fairly loyal following, enough to receive constant donations that complement his actual part-time job.
but it doesn't take long for the comments to start complaining that they can't see his face.
"i feel more comfortable like this tonight," he responds, pulling off his shirt to at least give his subscribers some immediate compensation. "i don't think it changes much if you can still hear me and see what matters."
usually, just a quick conversation with them is enough for his body to react and for him to do what he does best in front of the camera, but tonight his body doesn't want to cooperate.
he can't stop thinking about the idea that you might be there, using some username that won't give you away.
collecting blackmail material.
"sorry, i'm just really stressed. it's been a very tough week." he mentions, leaning back in his chair, still keeping his face out of sight.
the comments are sweet and even understanding—suggestive, but understanding nonetheless.
but he isn't paying attention to his usual audience, only to the new users joining that he doesn't recognize.
any of them could be you.
"the vibrator?" one of the comments brings him back to reality, his gaze landing on one of his desk drawers. "yeah, that might work."
a moment later, his sweatpants are on the floor next to his boxers, while the toy's vibration does its magic on his head.
it doesn't take long for his member to react to the stimulation, causing his thighs to twitch involuntarily.
the sounds coming from his throat are complemented by the echo of the vibration against his skin.
"fuck." he lifts his hips, craving more stimulation, and his eyes are centered on the chat, reading how he's being praised.
for a second he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling a pool of heat forming in his lower abdomen, but a donation brings him back.
@suck1nprincss: so veiny, youre doing it so good
the praise brings back the faint memory of your words from that encounter, causing a spasm that makes him stop dead in his tracks.
his frustration builds up because any of them could be you, and he doesn't want the only moment where he feels seen to be ruined by you.
his left hand takes control sloppily, stroking the length from the base to the tip while his other hand switches off the vibrator and sets it aside on the desk.
"fu-ck," his voice starts to break, but he doesn't know whether to close his eyes or keep watching the chat.
the comments remind him that you could be there too, mocking him, and closing his eyes only leads him to think about how insufferable you were this afternoon in your dorm.
he switches hands, cause he's always been better with his right, and his movements become more careless and rough.
he's used to cursing, to his voice breaking into high-pitched moans that seem unrecognizable and almost pathetic for someone with his deep voice and towering height, but tonight the room echoes with low sounds, almost growls.
as if he were jerking off with pure hatred.
his gaze lands on the screen, on the chat, on how everyone is pointing out the roughness he's using today — how this looks different and, somehow, is better than previous streams.
his hips begin to thrust against his hand with rawness and his left hand grips the armrest of the chair to hold onto something before he explodes.
he closes his eyes, feeling the ecstasy intensify in his abdomen, and the words come out almost naturally from his lips, between husky moans and intense groans.
"is this what you wanted to see, huh?" he says, almost with hatred, because tonight he's not thinking about his followers, or himself, or the girls he used to watch before, or manon.
he's thinking about how exasperating you are.
"if you were here, i swear i—"
but his threat is cut short when he finally lets out a loud moan and shoots against his own abdomen, his hand guiding the direction to avoid an accident with his laptop.
even his fingers are trembling, cause it feels more intense than it ever has before.
his chest heaves with adrenaline, his hot cum scattered across his abdomen as a reminder of what just happened, and his breath is shallow.
god, he could swear his vision is even a bit blurred as he tries to recover.
he doesn't even have time to check the amount of donations; he just leans forward slightly to end the stream and lets himself collapse against the chair.
his cock is still hard and throbbing, keeping him in a state of unbearably aggressive pleasure. he stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, wanting to find the reason why his body is so vulnerable tonight.
though he already knows.
with his lips parted to catch his breath, his brows furrow weakly.
゜・。・ When your name is called as the tribute for District 12 in the annual Hunger Games, you accept it immediately, this is how people like you die. There’s no heroism in it, no surprise, just the usual math of starvation and bad odds. The reaping ends, the train begins to move, and somewhere between the steel walls and the locked doors, you realize two things that could delay the inevitable.
You’re not half bad with a bow and Choi Beomgyu, the district 2’s golden boy, can’t seem to keep his eyes off you.
Pairing: OBGYN!Beomgyu x Neonatologist!Reader (fem!reader)
Tolerance for Choi Beomgyu? Negative. Feelings for Choi Beomgyu? Inconclusive. Pregnancy test in your hand? Positive.
Synopsis: The universe likes to toss you a bunch of "Fuck You!"s. Like almost not getting into med school, you and your long-term boyfriend failing to get pregnant, and by sending your undergrad nemesis, Choi Beomgyu, to med school just so he can transfer right into your hospital.
But perhaps the biggest one was the positive pregnancy test in your hands after a drunk one night stand with him.
Genre: Enemies to lovers, slowburn, doctors, eventual smut, angst (?)
Pt.I Word Count: 4.5K
Warning: Mentions of infertility, mentions of miscarriages, grieving, accidental pregnancy, explicit language, IVF, mentions of premature babies in the NICU, unprotected sex, drunk sex, etc.
Note: Better late than never! Please enjoy part one of the fic <3 It's been a while since I've written anything. I hope that it isn't too rough.
Please like, reblog, or comment if you love it <3
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Part I
“Baby Lee gets to go home today~” You sing-song, as you admire the tiny (but mighty!) 34-week-old breathing on his own after weeks of being on a breathing tube. You carefully place your stethoscope over his heart, hearing the rapid beating of a strong heart. A huge grin stretches your face as you coo at him in celebration.
Moments like these made being a neonatologist rewarding. The babies that you cared for were the newborns in the NICU facing complications after birth. It saddened you to see them so tiny and weak. While mentally taxing, you wouldn’t trade your job for anything else in the world. You took pride in being a damn good neonatologist. It was your mission to make sure that every baby got to go home to their families. Because you may never experience the feeling of taking a baby home.
When you stand up, you meet eyes with the NICU nurses hovering over you as if for any second you were going to snatch the baby and run off.
“He may be discharged,” you confirm with a quiver in your chuckle.
With a little extra skip in your step, you make your way out of the NICU to change and try to catch your best friend, Ari, at the tail end of her lunch. Luckily, Ari worked with you as one of the NICU nurses. If you two weren’t gabbing together at lunch, you two were doing it in the nursery, corridors, supply rooms, and parking lot. You owe her the moon and stars for lifting you up on your worst days. Without her, you wouldn’t have been able to celebrate your one-year anniversary as a neonatologist (last week!).
During your first week at the hospital, one baby was getting progressively worse. It led to you having a tough conversation with her parents about considering comfort care. The parents had screamed at you for not trying hard enough and threatening to sue you for malpractice, assuming it was because they were uninsured. You didn’t take it personally, understanding that your hurt feelings were an anthill compared to the mountain of fear and desperation the parents had in their hearts as you delivered the news.
And then she asked if you were a mother. Before you answered, she shook her head and stared at you with cold eyes. “Of course not. How can you be when you thought for one second that I’d rather have her dead?! I hope you never have a child!”
You won’t. For years,you and your boyfriend have tried. You were successful once. After three positive pregnancy tests, you went to the doctor, trembling with anticipation. You left with a shattered heart after discovering the sac was empty. It was later reabsorbed just as the doctor said it would be. Was it the vitamins you were taking? The exercises you were doing? The body and skincare you were using? Although your boyfriend didn’t blame you, you knew that deep down he felt that you were the problem as well. You’ve tried to bury that guilt, but when the lady hit you with the realization that you never were going to be a mother, all the emotions came pouring out.
Ari had found you typing your resignation on your phone, sobbing so hard you could barely make out what you were writing. Somehow, she was able to break apart the clouds of misery over your head, calming you down enough so she could remind you that crying this hard is what would make you a great neonatologist.
“It’s proof you care so much. Besides, half the doctors and nurses here don’t have a baby yet. You aren’t alone.”
“Yeah, but… I don’t think I’ll ever have a baby.” Your vision became blurry again and your throat got tighter. You confided in Ari about your infertility, and she surprised you when she grabbed your hands firmly to chant, “You’ll have one! You’ll have plenty! Because each baby that you love and care for will also be yours!”
Her words felt like medicine for your aching heart. She made a beautiful point. These babies were also yours. You felt the responsibility and concern for their life just as their mothers did. After all, a baby could never receive too much love. Your friend on the other hand…
You stare at your friend from across the café table, full of admiration and gratitude.
“You’re doing it again.” She laughs while scraping her fork against the bottom of her container.
“What?” you cover your mouth to prevent your food from spilling out.
“Thinking about how I stopped you from quitting again?” She shakes her head with endearment. “You’ve already paid for my lunch like 5 times, let me live with you for a month, and gifted me the heels I wanted.”
“It still doesn’t feel like enough. I need to take you to the moon and stars.”
While stuffing your mouth with more beef, you happily update Ari that you were able to discharge Baby Lee, gushing about how cute he is. You hope that in a few months, his photo update will be on the photo wall outside the nursery.
“I wanted to hold him, but Lia probably would’ve chopped my arms off and then hit me with them.”
Ari snorts as she picks the hard sugar pearls off her cupcake before going in for another bite. “You know we don’t play when it comes to the babies.”
“I hold the babies less than I thought I was going to.”
You sigh playfully, but Ari was able to spot the lingering sadness in your eyes.
“Are you guys still trying?” Ari tilts her head, asking softly.
You shake your head slowly. “I mean, I think we’ve given up on the idea. Even though we haven’t said it out loud.”
“Have… you ever considered doing IVF?” Ari continues to make sure her voice is soft, just as she always did when discussing the subject.
She mainly asked out of curiosity. She knew you were intelligent enough to have considered all your options. If you hadn’t done it by now, it meant you had a reason.
You sit back on your chair, crossing your arms over your body protectively. “Kind… I mean of course I’ve thought about it. But… I guess I’m just scared. Getting my hopes up and failing over and over? Not to mention the chance of miscarrying? Having the baby and then losing it… Hell, I don’t know if my heart can take it.”
If you knew it would work, it would be a different story...
“I-I’ll adopt eventually. I just need to grieve over missing the experience of carrying a baby first.”
Ari nods slowly and gives you a small smile. “Yeah… well, I know that you’ll become a mother one way or another. I was asking because I just heard some amazing news about our new OBGYN. He has extra training in endocrinology. Nurses have been chit-chatting about his high success rate. Makes sense on why the director wanted him transferred over here.”
You spin your water bottle between your fingers as you listen, your eyebrows drawing up at the mention of a new doctor.
“Apparently, Nora had an appointment with him, and she wouldn’t stop going on about how gentle and understanding he was. Well, after a 30-minute ramble about how hot he is first. I don’t know, I feel like if it’s true then someone as gentle as him could be good for you?”
Before you could stop it, the corner of your lip twitches up into a smirk. “He’s hot?”
Ari’s eye twinkles as she leans in from across the table, switching into gossip mode. “Multiple sources - Chae, Saki, and Jina - have been hit with the Dr. Choi Fever. They’re driving Soobin crazy. They refer to him as Dr. Choi with the sexy doe eyes, Dr. Choi with the long legs and nice ass, Dr. Choi with a soft voice and Daegu accent that rumbles straight to - well, you can guess. Think that’s what’s really getting people pregnant?”
With a giggle, you lean back on your chair.
“Hell, maybe I should go see him.” You chew on your fingernail as you try to envision what he could look like. It’s been a while since rumors of a hot doctor went around.
“Mhm.” Ari leans back, swiping your water from your hands to take a giant sip. With a smirk, she asks, “How’s your boyfriend, ___?”
You purse your lips to hide your smile. “You ass.”
Both of you erupt into a fit of giggles that only best friends could.
It’s been an hour since you’ve fallen into your bed alone, scrolling between your apps. You didn’t tell Ari, but the truth was that you and your boyfriend, Jaeil, weren’t doing well. She wouldn’t be surprised, though. She was used to your on and off relationship, and even though she still gave you 100% of her attention and comfort, you didn’t want to abuse it. Deep down, you wondered if she truly was annoyed with it.
This time, things felt different. It’s been weeks since you and Jaeil have seen or spoken to each other. It didn’t help that you both fell toward the silent treatment. He was clearly waiting to see if you were going to break first, and your competitive nature wasn’t going to allow it.
The last time you saw each other, you had turned him down for a kiss by mistake. It was after an exhausting 15-hour shift, and affection was the last thing on your mind. Jaeil took it personally and despite you trying to reassure him that it was more about how tired and disgusting you felt, he argued about how distant you were becoming. It wasn’t until he said your emotional unavailability was a contributing factor to your inability to conceive that you snapped. With tears in your eyes, you told him to go home. He left with a quiet, “I’m sorry, but think about it.”
What was there to think about? How could the handful of times that you were moody cause months of infertility? And what about the times you were hopeful as a fool?
Although you guys haven’t officially called for a break, you felt you were on one. Surprisingly, you don’t miss him. It's a relief to come home and not have to prepare dinner or find something to watch together. Instead, you had breakfast for dinner, showered with water straight from Earth’s core, and plopped yourself on your bed in your ugliest (favorite!) pajamas. The best part? You didn’t have to speak. And with the next few days off that meant more days not having to use your voice!
You toss over to your side, noticing Soobin’s text messaging coming in.
Soobie: LOL did ya see us in the photo Taehyun uploaded?
You smile as you open Instagram.
The first photo to appear is of Taehyun’s two-year old daughter, who was grinning brightly in her duck overalls, and perfectly hairspray-ed pigtails. She is definitely his twin!
The next photo was of him and his wife sharing a kiss with the caption Happy Anniversary! Four years down and only a lifetime to go!
“Awwww… how sickening.” You say with affection as you scroll through the reception party photos he included in the post.
The nostalgia hits you as you see all your friends again. Kai serenading Taehyun who had his head thrown back with laughter, Yunjin on the floor holding up the bouquet she squished on her way down, and you and Soobin screaming when a sparkler was popping out of control. You replay the memory of you and Soobin struggling to light up the sparkler. When it finally lit up, the sparkler gave one large crackle that caused you both to scream as if you two had lit up dynamite. You spit out a laugh, it coming to an abrupt halt when you scroll to the next photo.
Yeonjun was posing on the dance floor with star glasses on, and right next to him? Choi Beomgyu. Beomgyu was grinning off to the side, devil horns held up. Perfectly fitting for the son of Satan, actually. The hatred started brewing at the pit of your stomach the longer you stared (partly because it was annoying how attractive he looked).
You knew he was a part of the wedding party, but he hadn’t been able to make it until the day of the wedding due to his residency. You thought that when you’d see him, you’d feel the same ugly hatred you’ve always felt for him in undergrad. But why did it cause you to run out of air, your conversation with Yunjin trailing off into nonsense, as he walked out of the groomsmen’s suite?
His hair had been tousled with a few strands falling over his forehead, the ends of his hair curling outward. He stood tall with strong shoulders as evidence that he was taking care of his physique. Yunjin looked over to see what caught your attention.
Beomgyu laughed beside Soobin, his face scrunching a little before he looked around the room. You knew you should look away before he caught you, but you couldn’t. His eyes jumped from face to face until they landed on yours.
Feeling your breath return, you gave him an eyeroll as if reinforcing your hatred for him. He smiled softly and fondly, as if to say, “Come on, do you really mean it?”
Beomgyu was the last one to join your friend group and the one that you couldn’t get along with (his fault, of course). You had met him, before he joined your friend group, on the worst day of your life. Whether it became the worst day of your life after meeting him is debatable.
You were standing in the narrow corridor, fanning yourself after running three blocks. It didn't help that everyone was crowded together, the lecture room locked as your Anatomy & Physiology professor was running late. You nervously went over your notes, your hands shaking from the adrenaline of realizing you forgot today was the final exam. While most of the students were using the time to review their notes, others chose to pass time differently.
Trying to calm yourself down enough to retain your notes, the sound of a heated make out session kept infiltrating your ears. You look over in disgust to find Beomgyu and his girlfriend’s mouths open as they pass over each other's tongues, Beomgyu the one resting on the wall while his girlfriend was the one leaning over him.
It was comical how nauseated you were over passing the exam, meanwhile others like Beomgyu only took the course to ensure his tongue didn’t block someone’s airway. When the girl moaned, you finally snapped and turned to shout at them. “If you’re hungry, the cafeteria is that way. Quit trying to eat each other!”
Beomgyu had raised an eyebrow as he fell back against the wall, sliding down a little, hand slipping in his pocket. You snapped your eyes away in disgust, afraid of what you might see if you kept staring.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm and laughs. “If we’re hungry, you must be starved.”
You opened your mouth to snap back, but your stomach did it for you. The growl was loud enough for several heads to turn your way. Beomgyu pointed an eyebrow at you with a smirk before letting out a loud “Aha!”
Reeling back with an eyeroll, you made room for the professor to unlock the door. Once the door was open, you rushed inside the room, not out of embarrassment, but of annoyance. You worked hard on the exam, motivated to pass and never see him again.
Obviously, it wasn’t the last time you'd see him. The next semester, when you were going to meet Yeonjun for some donuts, your skeleton nearly jumped out of your body upon seeing Beomgyu standing next to him.
When he turned, he locked eyes with you. It took a few seconds before the recognition shone in his eyes. He grinned and pointed to you, “Ah, the prude!”
What you wanted to reply back was I’m not a fucking prude, you fucking barbarian. We wouldn’t have a problem if you learned to control your saliva. Instead, you settled on one word.
“Whore.”
Beomgyu scrunched his face and gave you a scrutinizing look as he huffed through his nose like a child.
Confused, Yeonjun looked between you guys, waiting until one of you explained what was happening.
You turned to face him with a fake smile. “Yeonjunnie-jun, he’s not joining us, is he? Dunno if we could enjoy our donuts with someone who doesn’t know how to eat his food quietly. Nom Nom Nom.” You open and close your hand for emphasis.
“Can’t help it when the food gets good. But…” He looks you up and down purposefully, tilting his head as if he’s confirmed his conclusion, “Don’t think we’re going to have that problem.”
“Thank you, truly.” You place your hands together and shake them for emphasis. “And thank your girlfriend for her service, yeah?”
After that interaction, you begged Yeonjun not to be his friend. Whatever void in his heart Beomgyu was fulfilling, you told Yeonjun you would make up for it tenfold. Unfortunately, Beomgyu and Yeonjun stuck to each other like two pieces of chewed up bubblegum.
It was game over when Beomgyu met the rest of the group, magnetizing them with his boisterous personality. Eventually he was upgraded to permanently in the friend group status.
He would annoy you about a million things, but it all eventually would come back to you being a "prude". The more you tried to defend yourself, the more he would think he felt you were proving his point.
“For fuck’s sake-“
“Oh!” Beomgyu covered his mouth like an old maid, mocking your cursing.
“-I didn’t care about the kissing! You were being so fucking loud about it!” You shouted at him from the beanbag next to his.
“Not my fault, I’m good at it! Tell me, ___.” He sat up and put a hand over his chest.
“You make out with people silently?” He asked in a hushed whisper as if trying to preserve your “secret”. Mind you, this was only the hundredth time he had brought this up. By this time, the others knew to tune you both out.
“I-“ your voice got caught in your throat.
“Never been kissed?” He bat his eyelashes, small lisp from his Daegu accent.
“I have.” You snarled the last word as you threw him a look.
He didn’t move an inch. “With tongue?”
“I-“
He kept staring at you, until the stupid smile grew on his face.
You closed your eyes in frustration.
With a victorious laugh, he leaned over to the coffee table, pinching salt onto the back of his hand. Nonchalantly, as if talking to the table he said, “If you were jealous, you could’ve just said so from the beginning. Maybe I would’ve let you join us.”
“Jealous?! If I wanted to drown, I could get creative with a water bottle.” You watched him lick the back of his hand before holding the shot of tequila to his mouth.
He looked at you, giving a small shake of his shoulder, “She wouldn’t have made a sound if she was drowning, sweetheart.” He smirked as he tipped it all back, quickly reaching for the lime to suck on.
“Pussy.” You muttered before taking one yourself and getting up to leave the conversation.
“I have an idea!” Beomgyu announced to the group with a clap. “A game of Never Have I Ever.”
You gave him the death glare, already knowing that he had some ulterior motive ---to shame you, of course. He was already picking up that you could count all your partners with one hand. The others didn’t catch on and turned to him at full attention. Beomgyu grinned innocently at them, eyes momentarily glancing your way.
Chaewon turned from one of the bar stools in Taehyun’s kitchen. “I love Never Have I ever!”
“I’m not playing.” You muttered, hand already wrapped around your purse chain.
With a whine, Yunjin threw her arm around you to steer you back toward the beanbags. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Don’t leave early.”
Beomgyu raised his eyebrow at you, satisfied with your attempt to leave. He leaned back with two arms behind his head, mocking, “Yeah, don’t leave early.”
With a huff, you let Yunjin drag you over to share a beanbag with. She wrapped her arms around your waist in a hug. Yeonjun quickly went over the rules of the game in case anyone forgot and added that a sip of his infamous jungle juice had to be taken for anything done. You held your cup out as he filled it.
Everyone took turns asking questions, and for the most part everyone asked normal silly questions like “Never have I ever went commando in public”, “Never have I ever had a crush on a friend”, or “Never have I ever dated in secret”. But every time it got to Beomgyu, his questions were calculated to humiliate you. Questions like “Never have I ever made out with someone unless they were my boyfriend/girlfriend”.
A chill shot down your spine when he asked his next question.
“Never have I ever… been naked in bed with a guy.”
You froze, eyes flickering up in distaste. How humiliating. Now he would know that you definitely never had sex, but much worse even made it past a kiss. He watched as you didn’t take a sip from your drink, tilting his head back in realization that his suspicions were right all along. All the girls (and Kai) took one. You thought about lieing, but couldn’t when Yunjin and Chaewon knew the truth.
After glancing between you and Beomgyu, Yunjin quickly told you to drown your cup down. She shot him her own fair share of a glare, realizing too late why he was insistent in playing the game.
"It's just a stupid game anyway," she reassured you.
Beomgyu responded by tipping his cup over, not a drop falling out, just to prove a point – he had practically done everything.
You left the party shortly after while everyone was blabbing about their responses in the game (and too drunk to really notice). Beomgyu had his eyes closed and head over the edge of the beanbag, but when you lifted yourself up, his eyes peeked open, and he tried to reach for the hem of your shirt as you passed by. You made sure to hit him with your purse before walking out, over playing this game with him.
The walk wasn't too far to your dorm across the street, but you still couldn’t wait until you were inside to release your tears. While waiting at the light, you rubbed your eyes with your thumb.
When your phone buzzed, you lifted it to see a message from Beomgyu, who shouldn’t have your phone number at all. So who gave it to him?
Maybe Beomgyu: Did I fo tioi far?c - gyuu
Beomgyu (who had just highlighted your inexperience for nothing but his own enjoyment), yup, took it too far.
Only after you climbed four flights of stairs and got to your door, did you realize you left your keys at Taehyun’s.
You took a deep breath to prevent kicking the door in uncontrollable rage. And with closed eyes, you retraced your steps back down to the front desk for a spare key. On the way back, you decided not to torture yourself and take the elevator instead.
Jaeil was inside, taking off his earbuds as you stepped beside him (later on he would tell you that he did it in hopes you would talk to him). You greeted him softly, often seeing him around the building and campus. As the elevator doors were closing, you caught Beomgyu lazily jogging across the window to get to the entrance of your building. Despite the doors already closing, you pressed the close button a billion times.
Your phone buzzed again.
Maybe Beomgyu: im soery let me make it up go you
Maybe Beomgyu: Can you cokne fown?
Thinking over the pain he just caused you, you turned to Jaeil, noting his blushing cheeks.
“Jaeil… do you…would you like to come over for some chicken and beer?”
Pushing you to Jaeil was the one positive thing that Beomgyu had done. Well…
You roll your eyes at the situation you’re in with him currently, but remind yourself that you don’t regret the time you’ve spent with Jaeil.
Just as you closed the app, a text message came in from your boyfriend.
Jaeil: Can we talk?
You tap the side of your phone. Without responding, you tuck your phone under your pillow and fall asleep.
You attempt to cool down your cup of coffee as you type in notes regarding the baby last seen for jaundice.
Whenever your mind wasn’t thinking about the babies, it was thinking about how you agreed to meet with Jaeil over lunch. You lean in for a sip of your coffee, shocked when it’s still scorching.
“Bad news, babe.” Ari spins over to you, taking your cup of coffee to take a sip. You open your mouth to warn her, but it’s too late. You tuck your face in and nod when she yelps in pain.
“My fault, I know!”
You chuckle as you take the cup back from her before she forgets again and attempts another sip.
“Please don’t tell me it’s baby Choi.” Your eyebrows knit in concern. Baby Choi had just taken a nap after finally accepting a bottle.
“Try, Dr. Choi.”
You raise your eyebrows. You had forgotten about him with how crazy today was going.
Emma walks over in a rush, placing her arm on your shoulder. “Director Jung told me to notify you of a high-risk delivery they need you in. Both of you.”
“Oh no.” You stand up with concern. Once Emma leaves, you turn back to Ari. “Okay, really quick. Go.”
“He….” She pauses for dramatic effect, then rushes the rest of her sentence out, “Has a girlfriend!”
You snort through your nose. You feel only a tinge of disappointment considering you hadn’t even had the privelege of seeing him yet. Walking toward the delivery room, you say. “I bet he does. What was it again? Dr. Choi with the submissive doe eyes? Dr. Choi with a nice ass? Dr. Choi with a baby-making voice?”
Ari suddenly smacks your arm. You tilt your head, confused. “What? Isn’t that-“
“Hello,____.” A breath tickles your ear from behind you. You freeze staring at the matching horror in Ari’s eyes.
The hair on your arm stands up. Hell, the hair on your eyelashes and nose probably did too because the way your name was said with that voice sounds way too familiar for comfort.
With wide eyes, you whip your head around to look over your shoulder.
Right when you turn around, a flash of white teeth shows beneath a small, satisfied grin. It had been the reaction he had been hoping for and thinking about since the moment he transferred in.
You and Taehyun got into it the other day. Screaming cursing, crying, he even broke a vase with the flowers he got you just hours before the argument. Neither of you even remember what it was about. Minds hazy with rage. Once you left your shared apartment is when Taehyun’s mind suddenly cleared up. He hated when you left after an argument, he hated not knowing if you’d come back -you always did- but that uncertainty eats away at him. So, he decides to be the bigger person…
You come back two hours, maybe three hour later, he wasn’t paying attention really. Once you walk in the door he has a new vase, with new flowers and an apologetic smile on his lips. You two quickly make up then make out, because you’re sure make up sex is the only reason you two argue now.
You were sure it was normal make up sex, Taehyun knew it wasn’t. He knows he can’t let you leave, he won’t let you leave again and maybe never walk back in that door, so, a good way to get you to stay is to give you something. Not a ring -not yet anyways- something more permanent, something that’ll stick.
His thrusts are mean, brutal as his swollen and leaky tip presses flush against your cervix every time he bottoms out. He’s already thrown one of your legs over his shoulder, eaten you out and ‘forgot to get more condoms.’ Oopsies…
“I’ll pull out, I promise,” he says convincingly when he first pushes into you. “Fuck…” he rasps at your tight heat wrapping around his aching cock. “Promise, baby.” He grins before railing you into the mattress.
Your thighs burn and shake and your throat is raw from screaming his name. He keeps making you cream his cock until you feel loopy in the best way possible then he’ll put his plan in motion… He does just that. Makes you dumb on his cock before saying, “too tight, can’t pull out.” He says with faux concern. In your state of pure bliss you dumbly nod along with him because that makes perfect sense of course. “Gotta cum inside,” he gives you that fake pout like he isn’t dying to fill you up with his thick seed. “That’s ok, isn’t it baby, I’ll give you my babies.” His hips falter and his dick twitches. Your eyes widen slightly at his words but he distracts you with his nimble fingers on your clit. “Give you all my babies.” He grins wickedly as you cum on his dick for the fourth time in the hour. He groans and buries his head in your neck and his cock deep in your soaked cunt. His tip sputters cum against your cervix, in your cunt and it leaks down his dick. He smirks as he hears you gasp when you feel his creamy release coat your insides.
Once you cry and hit his chest and tell him to pull out he’ll just smile at you, because pregnancy hormones do make women emotional…
- sticky cum soobie anon. merry late christmas pookie
i..i’m shocked into silence anon. actually cleaned the plate with this THIS THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE— oh my god toxic situationship tyun who babytraps you to make you his forever… i’m pulling my hair out
scratching n hitting at his chest, cryin n begging for him to pull out… i can’t get enough of babytrapping i think i might be ovulating
toxic ex husband tyun would be the type to fuck you so good while grunting no one will make you feel as good as me nd who’s pussy is this? it’s mine right, all mine. yeah, good girl~
HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY
going thru a messy divorce w ex hubby tyun.. gotta get out cos he's just so toxic... n something in tyun just snaps,,, he finally got his perfect nuclear family, the one he always dreamed of providing for n protecting.. n ur trying to take it all away from him!! just nasty fights that always end with him balls deep in ur pussy, rough hands holding you down as he breeds u deep n reminds u that you'll always belong to him~~ heehee :3
warnings! - meandom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, spanking as punishment, dirty talk, slut shaming, taehyun makes reader beg/apologize, big cock taehyun, taehyun calls reader baby
lexi adds! - requested by my darling @bambiihee (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) also love the coloring of the text bc it looks like yummy neapolitan ice cream :p not proofread!
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taehyun watched your every move like a hawk eyeing it’s prey throughout the whole party, watching the way you offered drinks to every guest. you seemed more like a maid than his wife but that’s how taehyun liked it.
he liked to have you well behaved wherever the two of you went, whether it’d be at his office or at your shared home where you were right now, he’d make sure you acted right and were seen as the perfect wife.
taehyun couldn’t deny the pride he felt when they complimented you for being so kind with everything you said and did.
however, this time it wasn’t how taehyun planned it to be.
for starters, even before the guests arrived you were already stirring up trouble. you wore a dress that taehyun completely disapproved of. the dress in question was a black dress of satin material, it looked stunning on you and hugged your curves beautifully. you absolutely loved the dress and taehyun did too but he wasn’t too fond of how short the dress was, it was way high up above your knees, half of your thighs exposed because of the length.
seeing you like this made him believe it was way too provocative for you to take care of the many guests.
with cold censure eyes taehyun spoke firmly, “go change your dress, it’s too short.”
his words left no room for debate or discussion yet you argued back, your tone sweet yet defying of him. “can’t you see the time? the guests will start arriving any minute, there’s no time for me to change.” with your statement, you walked past him and out of the room, which left him to provoke a feeling of anger rise in him the slightest bit.
now his eyes wouldn’t leave your figure, even if you were across the room and he was in the middle of a conversation with a coworker. he observed the way you went up and asked guests if everything was okay. yeah that was sweet of you but it wasn’t until his eyes wandered and he caught one of his strange coworkers purposely drop an empty plastic cup on the floor. out of the kindness of your heart, you bend over to pick it up for the man, accidentally giving him a free show without even realizing it.
taehyun always had a weird feeling about that man. It seemed that at every party that he hosted, he was always finding a way to talk to you or touch you in any shape or form, it pissed taehyun off how the guy couldn’t keep his hands off of his wife.
this made taehyun snap. he excused himself from the conversation and quickly headed over to where you were, handing the guy back his cup. when the guy thanks you with a smirk plastered on his face, taehyun pulls you by your arm, startling you.
angrily, he whispers into your ear, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
with a confused look in your eyes and a small pout of your lips you respond, oblivious of the situation at hand. “w-what do you mean…?”
“you know what I fucking mean. stop acting like a slut” his words are harsh and threatening, his eyes shooting daggers at you.
“I’m sorry…” you apologize, not sure of what you were even apologizing for but you didn’t want to anger taehyun any further.
“good.” he says, calmed down for now. “but don’t think that I’ll let you off the hook that easy, I have something for you after this.”
his grip loosens and he starts walking back as if nothing happened. but this wasn’t without him shooting a death glare at the man who had the nerve to grin at the sight of you. taehyun would deal with him later back at the office.
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when the party is over, you are walking all over the place, making sure you didn’t miss any trash that you were picking up. taehyun was in the bathroom before he came out, in a white tee and gray sweatpants that hung loosely on his bottom half, his hair was damp and messy from the shower he had taken, the complete opposite of how the guests had seen him.
you didn’t see him, too focused on cleaning as he leaned on the doorframe, eyeing how you would bend over to pick up a variety of trash left behind.
just as you’re about to get up, taehyun grips your hips, pressing his erection in the swell of your ass before he began to grind himself against you leisurely.
startled by his bold approach, you grip onto the edge of the nearest thing to you; the armrest of your couch. he grinds even harder than before, emitting a sweet soft whimper from your lips.
“fucking slut…” he mumbles under his breath but still loud enough for you to hear. “this ass is supposed to be mine only, right?” his voice is mellow yet presumptuous as he speaks in a low threatening tone.
you nod in response, knowing how taehyun became when he didn’t get an answer he liked. “a-all yours…” your words were quiet as you spoke, almost inaudible as your eyes were adorned with the small glint of fear.
before you knew it, a loud smack to your ass was heard, causing you to surge forward and grip tighter on the armrest. you whimper helplessly at the burning sting sensation left from the spank.
“louder”
“I’m all yours!”
“better but don’t expect me to soften up.” another smack to your ass. “start counting.”
once again, he spanked you but you know better than to not count the ones from before. “one!”
smack!
“two-!”
“with apologies. I want to hear them nice and clear, baby”
smack!
“three! I’m sorry…!” the stinging feeling seemed to catch up to you as you felt your eyes had a fresh coat of tears, you had to blink them away in order to get your words out without choking on them.
“sorry for what?” the sternness of his voice was minacious in the way he spoke, almost as if he enjoyed the sound of your pain, even just a little tad bit.
“I’m sorry for… being a slut!” your voice was almost filled with a waterfall of tears as you continued to endure your punishment just as you always did, not wanting to disappoint him.
after the words of true penitence have left your lips, you feel the cold evening breeze hit your ass as taehyun lifts your dress, exposing the red marks on your skin from the harsh punishment. he rubs the skin almost in a soothing manner, as if he felt sorry. he knew it wasn’t your fault that dirty bastard wanted to see you in such a vulgar manner yet he took his anger out on you. taehyun wasn’t the type to apologize in words so he wouldn’t be the one to say it.
“I think you deserve some cock for taking your punishment so well, hm?”
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your soft moans and whimpers along with the lewd wet sounds of love filled the room, the strong scent of sex not failing to linger as taehyun rutted his hips into you.
“hmph! s-so good…!” your grip on the sheets tightens as the tip of taehyun’s cock kissed your sweet spot with such affection, his way of apologizing for his actions.
“yeah? you’re taking it so well, fuck” more squelches of wet pleasure echoed throughout the house, your grip on his cock tightening as you squeezed him like a vice, milking his cock. taehyun hissed at the feeling, throwing his head back in ecstasy and his eyes closed shut.
he continued to smack your ass although softer than before. taehyun obviously didn’t want you to forget who was in charge here.
taehyun huffed out in immense pleasure, knowing that he was very close to release. his hips didn’t take a break, they quickened and so did your sounds of contentment. your knuckles had gone white from how tight your grip on the expensive duvet sheets but, who could blame you when taehyun’s thick cock was plowing into you as if his life depended on it? his brows furrowed as he focused on release.
“you want my cum?” he asked, not slowing down the pace of his thrusts in any way.
“yes! give it to me…!”
“you’ll have to beg for it, baby. life isn’t easy like that”
with no other choice and the only way to get the satisfaction you desperately needed, you begged. “please! taehyun give me your cum, fill me up! I need to so badly!”
“so badly, hm? okay baby, I’ll give it to you but only because you begged so nicely.” a smirk crawls to taehyun’s lips when he says this and he sees you look over your shoulder to meet your gaze with his, pleading eyes shimmering with delight as you continued to take his rough hard thrusts.
in a matter of seconds, you’re cumming on his cock, gushing over him and clenching around him oh so tight, it drove taehyun crazy.
taehyun is now determined to finish inside of you. he doesn’t even need to try. the sounds of your moans were like music to his ears as he looked down to gaze at where the both of you connected, such a beautiful sight to him.
an overly powerful thrust was all that was needed for his cum to fill you up, painting your insides completely white. now both of you are left panting to recover from your climaxes.
taehyun lets out a small hum of satisfaction, giving your ass one last small slap before pulling out and watching his cum escape and ooze out of your hole, dripping onto the newly cleaned floor. his strong arms turn your around and he pulls you into a affectionate embrace, kissing your forehead gently and brushing your hair away from your face. he lifts your chin up with a singular finger, his fierce eyes meeting yours.
“don’t let it happen again, okay?”
“I promise it won’t…”
his hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing loving circles on your soft skin before he kisses you once more.
“I trust you to keep that promise, baby.”
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A beach day gone wrong—or very, very right. You accidentally pack the wrong bikini. The boys notice. One by one, they take you apart. And you? You take every inch.
EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD MDNI 18+!!🔞
cw: creampie, piv, unprotected sex (DONT BE SILLY >:(), multiple members, nip slip???, ALL of txt are perverts tbh, blowjob (one), group sex, oral (f & m r.) overstimulation, size kink, body worship, praise and degradation, cumplay/breeding kink, all in all very wet
First smut I’ve ever posted :0
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It was just supposed to be a beach day.
You’d grabbed a bikini last minute,on sale, barely tried on,and tossed it into your bag without a second thought. The tag said it was your size. Maybe it used to be.
Maybe it wasn’t anymore.
You didn’t realize until you were standing at the edge of the beach towel, towel in one hand, the sound of waves behind you, five pairs of eyes in front of you.
The bikini top barely covered your tits. A little underboob peeked out each time you moved. The bottoms sat low, hugging your hips, dipping under your soft tummy in a way that felt… borderline indecent. And the cut in the back? Not quite a thong, not quite full coverage. Just enough cheek to make it worse.
You tugged nervously at the hem of your bikini top, the fabric stretched tighter than you remembered when you tried it on alone in your bedroom mirror. The snug material dipped low over your chest and clung to every soft curve like it had been poured onto you.
“Is this… too much?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, heat creeping up your neck.
Silence.
Not a single word left their lips.
Yeonjun’s gaze locked onto you like he was physically incapable of looking anywhere else. His eyes dragged over your figure with a stunned intensity,so focused he forgot to blink, his jaw slightly slack. If you looked closely, you could see the pulse in his throat jump.
Beomgyu let out a low whistle that sliced through the quiet like a hot knife. His hand ran through his hair, disheveling it more than usual, the sound of his exhale practically a groan. His gaze dropped to your thighs, then lower, before darting back up and away like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t.
Kai’s lips parted like he was about to speak—but nothing came out. His eyes, usually so gentle and playful, were wide with something heavier. Hungrier. He shifted where he stood, hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.
Taehyun cleared his throat, the sound rough and abrupt. He turned his face so fast it looked forced—too quick to be casual, too obvious to be natural. But not before you caught the flicker of something dark and heated in his gaze.
And Soobin…
Soobin just stared.
Completely still.
Eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth slightly open. His water bottle was lifted halfway to his lips but frozen there, forgotten. A single bead of condensation slid down the plastic and fell to the ground. He didn’t even blink as his gaze swept over you,slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of bare skin, every dip, every curve. He looked almost dazed.
“Guys?” you asked again, voice quieter now. Self-consciousness crept up your spine, curling around your ribs like ice. Your arms crossed instinctively over your chest, trying to shield yourself from their stares,but it was too late. The image of you in that too-small bikini was already burned into their minds.
Soobin finally blinked.
And then swallowed.
Hard.
Yeonjun was the first to snap out of it.
“No—no, it’s not too much,” he blurted, voice pitched higher than usual as he rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes flicked upward, trying to focus on your face and only your face. “You look—uh. It’s a good color on you.”
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. That wasn’t exactly a denial. Just a very panicked attempt at diplomacy.
Beomgyu, sprawled out on his towel like he owned the sun, let out a low snort. “I’m gonna need to swim immediately before I lose my mind.” he muttered under his breath, dragging the heel of his palm down his face. He didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes lingered on the way your suit cut into the plush curve of your waist.
Kai laughed, but it came out strangled,tight and breathy. “Sun’s really… warm today,” he offered lamely, snatching a towel and tossing it over his lap with a speed that made your eyes narrow. His fingers tugged at the edge like he was afraid it would move, like something under there needed to stay hidden.
You blinked, and frowned.
You didn’t get it at first. You weren’t trying to tease them.
You had just picked the wrong size online. That’s all. The top was snug and the bottoms rode higher than you meant, but it wasn’t like you’d done it on purpose. You didn’t think about what it would look like to them.
So you sat down on your towel,right in the center of their little circle,legs tucked off to the side, thighs soft and glowing under the sun. You stretched your arms up with a sigh, letting the sunlight kiss your skin. Then leaned back on your hands, completely unaware of what you were doing.
But they noticed. Oh, they noticed.
Your chest pushed forward, tits straining against the small triangles of fabric, the tie between them visibly tugging with the pressure. Your stomach curved out just slightly, soft and inviting, the bikini bottoms dipping into the plush dip of your hip bones. A bead of sweat rolled down your collarbone and disappeared between the valley of your breasts.
That’s when you felt it. The stillness. The silence stretching a second too long. The way the boys weren’t talking anymore. Weren’t laughing. Not like before. Not normally. Their breathing was quieter now—heavier.
Measured.
You caught Yeonjun sneaking a glance, then looking away so fast it looked painful. Beomgyu blatantly stared before pretending to sip from an empty bottle. Kai fiddled with the towel in his lap, but his eyes kept flickering back to the tops of your thighs. Taehyun said nothing at all, but you felt his eyes on you, like a touch.
And Soobin…
Soobin hadn’t moved. His gaze lingered for too long on your stomach. Your chest. Then flicked up guiltily to your face. His cheeks were a furious shade of red.
That’s when it hit you. You weren’t just hanging out anymore. You were the problem, or at least, that’s what it felt like. Like your body, soft and bare and squeezed into this little bikini, had completely unbalanced the air. Their composure cracked like glass under your weight, and yet you still didn’t cover up.
Not yet. Not when part of you… liked the way their gazes burned.
Taehyun didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t watching as you bent forward to grab the bottle of sunscreen from your bag. His gaze dragged down the arch of your back, lingering where your bikini top strained against your shoulder blades and the lower strap cut across the curve of your sides.
You were oblivious to the way his jaw flexed, until he spoke.
“Need help with that?”
His voice came out lower than usual. Tighter. Rough around the edges, like it was being held back by sheer force of will.
You blinked at him, then tossed the bottle with a small smirk. “Sure. Back and shoulders?” He caught it with one hand,barely, and swallowed so hard you saw his throat bob.
The cap clicked open with a snap that felt unnecessarily loud in the thick air between you. You pulled your hair to the side, exposing the length of your back, and turned to face forward again. The sun warmed your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat that bloomed the moment Taehyun touched you.
His hands weren’t rushed. They were slow. Intentional. He rubbed the lotion into your skin with firm, even pressure,palms sliding over your shoulders, fingers brushing the straps of your bikini with maddening hesitation. It was like he wanted to stay respectful but couldn’t help himself. Like each pass of his hand was a battle between discipline and desire.
You heard it then. The sharp inhale just to your left. Yeonjun.
You turned your head just slightly and saw his hand twitch against the towel, curled into the fabric like he was anchoring himself. His eyes were fixed on where Taehyun’s hands met your bare skin, his chest rising and falling with shallow, barely contained breaths.
Beomgyu groaned and threw himself onto his back, slapping a wide-brimmed straw hat over his face. “I’m not looking,” he muttered, voice strained. “I’m not looking. I’m not looking.”
No one believed him, though. Not with the way his legs shifted restlessly under his towel.
Kai, on the other hand, definitely was looking.
Elbows on his knees, chin resting in one hand, his gaze traced the shape of your body like he was trying to memorize it. His lip was caught between his teeth, biting down hard. The towel in his lap had shifted slightly,and he didn’t seem to notice. Or care.
Then there was Soobin. Poor, sweet, quiet Soobin.
He hadn’t moved a muscle, but he was absolutely dying. His entire face had turned a soft, lovely shade of red,one that deepened when your thighs shifted and the inside of them caught the light. His eyes darted there once,just once,but that was all it took. He froze, stiff and silent, his water bottle now crushed slightly in his grip.
You glanced over your shoulder at Taehyun. “You okay back there?”
His thumbs brushed the top of your spine, pressing in like he was grounding himself.
“Peachy,” he replied, voice a little hoarse.
———-
It was subtle at first.
The way the atmosphere shifted.
The fidgeting. The glances. The fact that none of them could sit still around you anymore, not comfortably. They adjusted their towels, cleared their throats, scratched at nothing. Their hands wandered aimlessly: to water bottles, sunglasses, already-read pages of books they were no longer focused on.
But the moment you stood? Everything shifted.
You didn’t mean to move like that. Didn’t mean to tease.
You just walked, but your hips swayed with every step, natural, rhythmic, soft flesh shifting beneath the too-small bikini. Your thick thighs brushed with each stride, the hem of the bottoms clinging snug between them, making you tug lightly at the wedgie that refused to stay fixed. The motion only made it worse. Or maybe… better, from their point of view.
Five heads turned at once. Their silence roared louder than the waves.
You stepped into the water, squealing softly as the cold nipped at your ankles and calves, the sudden chill a sharp contrast to the heat baking your skin. You waded deeper, letting the ocean climb up your thighs, then your hips. You laughed, tipping your head back, scooping the water up and splashing it onto your chest, gasping as it hit your skin, nipples visibly hardening through the thin, wet fabric.
On the shore, they didn’t move. They watched you like you were a vision, some kind of fantasy.
Soobin leaned toward Kai, voice hushed like he was scared you might somehow hear from all the way in the water. “Did she always look like that?”
Kai exhaled, eyes glazed over. “No,” he whispered. “She didn’t always wear that.”
Taehyun stayed quiet, fingers dug into the towel beneath him like he was grounding himself, jaw tight as he tracked every glint of sun off your wet skin.
Beomgyu still had the hat over his face, but you could see his chest rising faster now. Could see his leg bouncing. He hadn’t looked away once.
Yeonjun stood up suddenly, pacing in a tight, erratic line. “Okay,” he said, flustered, practically manic. “We can’t all be freaks. Someone. Someone normal go out there and splash her. Just, like, splash her. Like a normal person.”
No one volunteered. No one moved.
Soobin muttered under his breath, “You go splash her.”
“Me?” Yeonjun pointed at himself, scandalized. “I’m the only one not hiding a boner right now.”
Beomgyu wheezed from under his hat. Kai didn’t deny it. Neither did Taehyun.
And Soobin…
Soobin finally looked away from the water, flushed and frowning, like he hated himself for wanting to look again.
Out in the ocean, you floated on your back, blissfully unaware of the fire you’d lit behind you.
———
Beomgyu raised his hand, voice flat. “I will sacrifice myself to flirt publicly.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then…
“No flirting.”
Soobin’s voice cut through the tension, low and unexpectedly firm.
Everyone froze.
“…No flirting?” Beomgyu echoed, arching a brow, as if that was the most outrageous thing said all day.
Soobin cleared his throat, suddenly flustered. “I meant…shut up.” Beomgyu smirked. Taehyun looked away with a tight-lipped smile. Kai bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, but Soobin didn’t smile back.
Eventually, they all joined you in the water, one by one. Slowly. Trying to play it cool. Trying to act like it was normal. Like they weren’t all hard and suffering.
Yeonjun was first, running in fast and diving under to hide how low his swim trunks had started to sit. Kai followed close behind, laughing too loud, splashing Beomgyu on the way in like it gave him an excuse not to look directly at your chest.
Taehyun waded in carefully, keeping his hands beneath the surface, jaw clenched.
Soobin came last. He walked in stiffly, chest rising with every slow breath, water licking higher and higher up his body like it was trying to cool him down, though it did absolutely nothing.
Once they were close to you? That was a different story. It didn’t get easier for any of them. You couldn’t keep your distance. You leaned into them.
You wrapped your arms loosely around their shoulders as the waves gently lifted your body. Clung to them for balance. Laughed and floated, your weight shifting with the tide, your skin brushing theirs in innocent, unbearable contact.
Your thighs, soft and slick, slid against theirs when you hooked your leg lazily over their hips.
Your chest pressed against their chests, barely covered by wet fabric, nipples clearly visible through the soaked bikini top. The cool water made you shiver, but the warmth of their bodies pulled you closer. And every time a wave nudged you forward, you didn’t stop it.
You let yourself collide. You let them hold you, and each time, you felt the reaction.
Fingers dug into your waist, tight, almost possessive. The kind of grip that lingered even after they let go, like they didn’t realize they were holding you that hard. You could feel the tremble in their hands beneath the surface of the water, their restraint stretched thin.
Warm palms slid down to the backs of your thighs when you drifted too close, subtle at first, until their grip firmed, fingertips pressing into soft skin like they needed to ground themselves or they’d lose control completely.
Every time your skin brushed theirs, muscles flexed beneath your touch. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. That raw tension in their bodies, coiled tight, told you more than words ever could.
Their voices betrayed them more than once.
Yeonjun’s laugh cracked mid-sentence, a little too high. Beomgyu mumbled something that dissolved into a groan. Taehyun kept clearing his throat like he was trying to chase the rasp out of his voice.
Kai’s gaze was the loudest of all.
His eyes kept darting down and away, pretending to admire the water, the sky, literally anything else, but every time he thought you wouldn’t notice, his gaze locked onto you, onto the wet fabric clinging to your chest, the beads of water sliding down your stomach, the plush curve of your thighs beneath the rippling waves.
He stared too long, then looked away too fast and then stared again like he couldn’t help it. None of them could. Your body wasn’t just in their space anymore. It was everywhere.
Wrapped around them, slick with salt and sun and barely covered in wet fabric. Floating between them, brushing against them, igniting every nerve like a live wire.
None of them knew what to do with themselves.
Yeonjun gave up pretending entirely, the pink tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip as you floated into him, tits pressing into his bare chest. “You’re dangerous,” he muttered under his breath, but he didn’t let go.
Beomgyu lifted you halfway out of the water once—gripping your waist like it was second nature, only to drop you with a sudden splash like it would erase the moment. It didn’t.
Soobin didn’t touch you for the longest time, but then your hand reached out for his shoulder as a wave rocked you, and your body slipped slightly, legs brushing his under the surface, your hand sliding across his chest.
He caught you.
Of course he did.
You slipped, just enough for it to matter, and Soobin’s arms were already there before you even called out. One strong hand clamped around your waist, the other steady at the small of your back, keeping you afloat like your body was made of something precious. Fragile. Dangerous.
His grip wasn’t hesitant. It was firm. Anchoring. His fingers splayed wide across your skin, pressing into the dip of your waist where the curve began, thumb brushing just under the edge of your bikini top, like he didn’t know or didn’t care how high he’d gone.
And then…his eyes met yours.
Chest to chest, water lapping between your bodies, the distance between your mouths was barely a breath.
Your lips parted.
His did too.
The tension between you snapped taut like a bowstring drawn too far. Every cell in your body felt aware, too aware, of his closeness. The heat of his breath mixing with yours. The tremble in his fingertips. The way his pupils were blown wide, drunk on adrenaline or desire or both.
“You okay?” he asked. His voice was rough.
Not because he meant it to be but because he couldn’t help it. You nodded, slowly. “Yeah.” But neither of you moved.
Your lips hovered too close. The kind of closeness that made your heart stutter and your breath catch. The kind that felt like gravity, like inevitability. Like if either of you so much as swayed, you’d kiss.
All of them saw
Yeonjun froze mid-step, jaw clenching as his gaze locked onto the space between your mouths. Beomgyu stopped laughing. His smirk faded into something unreadable, darker. Taehyun stood utterly still, his shoulders tense, chest rising a little too sharply. Kai… Kai’s eyes widened, his expression flickering between fascination and something like jealousy.
The tension wasn’t silent anymore. It wasn’t subtle. It was loud in its stillness. It demanded attention. Thick and oppressive, like the sun had dropped closer to the earth just to watch.
And all you had to do was keep floating. Keep pretending your chest wasn’t pressed to his. That your thighs hadn’t slid over his lap under the water. That you didn’t feel his breath ghost across your cheek like a promise.
———-
Later, after the sun had dipped lower in the sky and your skin was still warm from salt and heat, you stood at the edge of the beach, towel in hand, brushing off the sand that clung to your thighs.
Soobin watched you.
From behind his sunglasses, half-reclined on a chair he hadn’t moved from in nearly thirty minutes, he just… stared. Not distractedly. Not casually. With intent. With weight. Like he was trying to memorize every inch of you now that the water no longer distorted your shape now that the wet fabric clung tighter, outlining everything the waves had once hidden.
He didn’t flinch when you caught him.
You arched an eyebrow, smirking to yourself, and bent to shake out your towel. A playful flick of your wrist, your hips tilting just slightly, ass angled back as you gave the damp cloth a snap in the breeze.
That’s when you heard it..
A sharp, sudden cough.
You straightened and turned. Soobin had definitely choked. His hand hovered in front of his mouth, eyes wide behind dark lenses. His chest rose in a shallow breath, and his jaw tensed hard enough to tick.
“You okay?” you asked, amused, slinging the towel over your shoulder.
He lowered his hand, slowly. Pulled his sunglasses down just enough for you to see his eyes. Dark, glossy, burning with something he hadn’t yet said out loud.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to us, do you?” he rasped. You blinked. Caught off guard. “I… just bought the wrong size.”
Your voice was soft. Honest. Almost shy. Soobin’s smile in response was anything but innocent. It curled up slow, like it knew something.
“That’s the problem,” he murmured.
There it was. The tension you thought had peaked earlier? It surged again, hot and electric, crawling up your spine, settling low in your belly. The way he said it wasn’t teasing, but a confession.
That’s the problem.
That you didn’t know what you were doing. That you didn’t mean to drive them crazy, but you were. That your softness, your skin, your shape, the stretch of that little bikini, they’d been suffering through it all day.
Now? Now it was starting to show.
———-
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, staining the sky in soft oranges and dusky pinks. Shadows stretched long over the sand as the day’s heat clung stubbornly to your skin, sticking grains of salt and sunscreen to your thighs. Everything smelled like summer, warm skin, coconut lotion, and the fading tang of the ocean breeze.
Everyone was sun-dazed and loose-limbed, voices slower, laughter easier.
But the ease didn’t last.
The moment you all reached the van, parked just off the beach path, reality hit like a brick to the face.
The back was stuffed.
Coolers. Inflated floaties. A folding beach umbrella that no one managed to close properly. A stack of towels, bags of snacks, Beomgyu’s inexplicably large duffel bag full of God-knows-what. It looked less like a day trip and more like an emergency evacuation.
“There’s only five seats,” Yeonjun muttered, staring into the packed abyss like it had personally offended him.
Kai ducked his head into the back and grimaced. “Back seat’s stuffed to hell,” he confirmed. “There’s no room unless you wanna sit on the watermelon.”
You blinked. “Wait… so where am I supposed to sit?” Five pairs of eyes turned to you at once.
And something about that look, the shift, the tension that immediately snapped into place, made your stomach dip.
Like they’d all just been waiting for this moment. Then, in rapid succession:
“I’ve got space,” Yeonjun said quickly, patting his lap with exaggerated enthusiasm, eyes already gleaming with challenge.
“She can sit on me,” Beomgyu added, slinging his arm over the door frame with a cocky grin. “I’ve got excellent shock absorption. Certified.”
“No,” Soobin cut in, voice low and even. “She’ll be more comfortable here.” He shifted in his seat, spreading his knees just slightly. Subtle. Possessive. Certain.
Taehyun didn’t say much. Just reached for the seatbelt across his chest and unhooked it, already leaning over like he was expecting you to take the offer. “Come here,” he said simply, without looking at anyone else.
Kai on the other hand, he didn’t say a word. Just opened his arms wide from his spot in the middle row, eyes soft and pleading, like his lap was the most natural option. Like of course you’d sit there. Like he’d been waiting for it all day.
Your gaze flicked between them.
All five.
All watching you.
The air suddenly felt heavier, hotter, thick with something that had been simmering under the surface for hours. Their gazes weren’t innocent anymore. Not after today. Not after the water. Not after the way you’d clung to them, touched them, let yourself float between their hands like you belonged there.
This wasn’t about who had space. This was about who got to touch you. Who got to feel your weight. Your thighs. Your chest pressing against them as the car jostled down the road.
You could see it in their eyes. Feel it in the way their bodies leaned forward, chests rising just a little faster than before.
“Any volunteers to sit in the trunk with Beomgyu’s flamingo float?” you joked weakly, trying to cut the tension.
No one laughed. They were waiting…for you.
You blinked at them all, stunned. “You guys…”
“We’re being practical,” Soobin said quickly, voice an octave too high to be convincing. “Weight distribution.”
You raised a brow, trying to bite back your laugh. “Right. Very scientific.” No one offered a better explanation.
And so, after a beat, after scanning the vehicle and their eager, barely restrained faces, you sighed and slid toward the middle seat. Soobin was already there, long legs spread slightly, seatbelt buckled and posture just stiff enough to suggest he was trying very, very hard to act unbothered.
You chose him because it felt like the safest option.
Or at least… it should have been.
At first.
You turned, easing your back toward him and bracing one hand on the seat for balance. Your bikini bottoms were still damp, clinging to your skin, the fabric snug where it hugged between your thighs. When you lowered yourself onto him, it wasn’t slow enough to avoid contact. It was too slow. Your hips met his with a soft, wet sound, skin meeting skin beneath the thin barrier of nylon.
You shifted. Just a little. Trying to balance. Your thighs spread slightly across his lap for stability, and you felt it instantly.
The hard ridge pressed between you. The tension in his muscles. The way his breath stuttered in his chest.
Soobin hissed through his teeth.
You froze.
“You okay?” you asked, half-turning to look at him over your shoulder.
He was trying. You could tell he was trying to keep it together. His jaw was clenched, shoulders stiff, and his hands, large and warm, hovered awkwardly at your waist. Not touching, not fully resting, just trembling slightly in place like he didn’t trust himself to move.
“Yeah,” he said, a little too fast. His voice was hoarse, cracking around the edges. “Mhm. Totally fine.”
He wasn’t fine. Not when you could feel his thighs tighten beneath you. You could hear the subtle catch in his breath every time you adjusted. You could sense how hard he was trying not to react.
The car door shut behind you, sealing the two of you in. The rest of the guys piled in around you—Kai and Beomgyu in the back, Taehyun sliding into the passenger seat, Yeonjun behind the wheel.
But Soobin didn’t move. Barely even let out a breath.
And when the car hit the first bump in the road, jolting your body down harder onto his lap, you felt it. That deep, involuntary groan in his chest he tried and failed to stifle.
———-
The van bumped along the uneven road, the hum of tires on gravel the only sound as conversation had long since dwindled into charged silence. The sun dipped lower outside the windows, casting the car in warm amber light, soft shadows flickering across your bare thighs as you shifted in Soobin’s lap.
You didn’t realize what had happened.
The thin fabric of your cover-up had ridden up when you climbed in, bunched beneath your ass and exposing more skin than you meant to. And your bikini top, still damp, still clinging, had started to loosen at the left strap. Not enough to notice right away. But just enough that, with each subtle bounce of the vehicle, the fabric tugged. Shifted. Slid.
The left strap slipped further.
And further.
And you didn’t notice.
But Soobin did.
He stiffened beneath you, hands suddenly flying to your waist, fingers gripping with sharp intensity. His breath hitched at your back.
“Wait…don’t move..” he said, low and urgent.
But it was too late.
You reached down toward the door pocket, the curve of your body folding forward, your spine brushing his chest. The motion pulled the front of your top downward, straining the already-too-small triangles of fabric.
Then-
The soft snap of tension giving way.
Air hit your skin.
Your left nipple slipped out. Just enough.
A delicate peek of darkened skin beneath the edge of your bikini top. A soft curve, unmistakable in shape and contrast. Briefly, heartbreakingly visible in the golden light through the windshield.
Yeonjun saw it first. He choked on his own spit.
“Cough—!”
He turned his head so fast you thought he might give himself whiplash, ears instantly flushed red. His hand slammed against the steering wheel like he’d just seen a crime.
Beomgyu… didn’t look away.
His jaw flexed, his fingers tightening into fists on his thighs. His eyes darkened. He adjusted his swim shorts with a jerk of his hand, shifting like he was uncomfortably hard now, and not even trying to hide it.
Kai looked like he was physically holding his breath, lips parted slightly, his entire body frozen mid-turn like he’d been about to speak but forgot how to.
And Taehyun, up in the front passenger seat? Completely still. Stiff shoulders. Straight spine. The only movement was the subtle clench of his hands on his knees.
But underneath you…
Soobin made a sound.
A low, desperate sound that was half groan, half gasp. It came from deep in his chest, raw and barely contained. You felt the vibration of it through your back, your hips, all the way down your thighs.
“What?” you asked, frowning, blinking in confusion as you glanced down-
-and then you saw it.
Your heart stuttered. Your breath left in a sharp rush. “Shit—!”
You scrambled to fix it, one arm flying up to cover your chest, the other tugging your top desperately back into place. But before you could reach-
Soobin’s hand caught your wrist. Big, warm fingers curling around your forearm. Your breath caught. You looked back at him over your shoulder.
His eyes were unreadable behind his sunglasses, but his lips were parted, cheeks flushed, throat working around a thick swallow. His grip didn’t ease, his other hand still trembling on your waist.
“Don’t,” he said, voice barely audible.
“It’s okay,” Soobin murmured, his breath hot against your shoulder. “Just… don’t panic.”
You turned your head slightly, barely able to hear him over the pounding of your own pulse. “Don’t panic?” you whispered, breathless, eyes wide. You were too aware of everything. Your wet skin, the thin bikini clinging to you, the eyes watching you from every angle.
But most of all… you felt him. His thighs shifted subtly beneath you, trying (and failing) to adjust. And that’s when you felt it.
Hard.
Thick.
Pressed right between your legs where your soaked bikini bottoms had molded to your heat like a second skin. There was no space left between you. Every movement, every breath, made it worse.
Or better.
“You’re driving them crazy,” he said, voice hushed and tight. Your head spun. “Not on purpose,” you whispered back.
“I know.”
And the way he said it…
His voice was lower now. Gravelly. Almost broken. Darker. “That’s the worst part.”
Your breath caught.
You looked down, cheeks burning as your shaking hands tugged your top back into place, hiding the slip of skin that had sent a shockwave through the car. But it was too late to take it back. The air had already changed. Thick and heavy, humid with tension. The windows were beginning to fog at the corners, clouding the outside world from view.
Inside the van, it felt like something feral was growing.
Beomgyu shifted in the back seat. His legs were spread wider now, elbows digging into his knees, head bowed low like he needed to concentrate just to breathe. Sweat glistened along his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing hard with each swallow.
Kai was openly staring at your thighs. His lip was caught between his teeth, bitten so hard it had turned red. His hands clenched into fists on either side of his seat, but his eyes never moved. He looked dazed. Desperate.
Yeonjun let his head fall back against the driver’s seat with a heavy thud and groaned. “We’re gonna need a cold shower after this,” he muttered to no one in particular, one hand adjusting himself beneath the steering wheel like he didn’t care who saw anymore.
Soobin wasn’t hovering anymore. His hands were on you. Firm.
Heavy palms cupping your hips like you were something delicate and breakable and already his. His thumbs brushed over the soft curve of your sides, just beneath the edge of your top, pressing possessively into your skin like he was branding the moment into memory.
He hadn’t let go since the wardrobe mishap.
And now, it was clear he didn’t intend to.
You sat perfectly still, your back pressed to his chest, your breathing shallow. You didn’t dare move again. Not with the way his fingers flexed just slightly every time your thighs shifted.
————-
The beach house was dimly lit, golden shadows stretching along the walls as the last of the sun sank behind the horizon. The air inside clung to your skin, thick with ocean humidity and heat still radiating from your post-shower body.
You towel-dried your hair slowly, warm droplets sliding down your bare shoulders. Everything felt soft and quiet. The kind of stillness that happens before something breaks.
You’d thrown on the only sleep set you’d packed, not realizing how bad how good the fit had become.
The tank top was cropped. Really cropped. The fabric was soft and thin, worn from washing, now hugging every curve of your chest. It clung to the swell of your breasts, dipping dangerously low and riding high, just brushing the lower edge of your underboob. You hadn’t packed a bra. The air in the house was cool enough for that to be obvious.
The shorts?
Even worse.
Stretchy. Breathable. Meant for lounging. But now they fit like a second skin, rising high on your waist and gripping your hips so tight the seam strained. The soft material framed the curve of your ass, the bottom hem barely visible under the fullness of your thighs. Every step made the fabric shift higher, and you kept tugging it down without realizing just how much attention that alone would draw.
You didn’t even hesitate when you padded barefoot down the hallway, still warm and clean and relaxed. You weren’t thinking about how you looked.
You didn’t know yet.
Until you walked into the living room. Everything stopped. The soft hum of a fan. The low buzz of someone’s phone. The murmur of whatever background show Beomgyu had turned on…
All of it cut out. Not because the sound stopped.
But because they did.
Yeonjun was on the arm of the couch, drink halfway to his mouth. It never made it. He froze completely, eyes dragging over your body. Slow, stunned, unreadable.
Beomgyu had been mid-laugh, something clever on his tongue, until he caught a glimpse of your bare stomach and how your shorts shifted with your step. His mouth stayed open, but no sound came out.
Kai looked up from his phone. Blinked once. Twice. Then again like he was short-circuiting, face flushed as his gaze zeroed in on your thighs and didn’t move.
Taehyun stiffened where he sat on the floor, remote in hand. His fingers twitched like he forgot what he was doing. His eyes locked on the outline of your nipples against the thin tank top, visible even in the soft lamplight.
Soobin had been standing in the kitchen doorway, sipping from a glass of water. The glass tilted, ice clinking. But his eyes never left you. His gaze dropped down the full length of your body and dragged back up with unforgiving slowness.
His grip on the glass tightened. Water dripped from the edge. He didn’t blink.
You stopped halfway into the room, towel still slung over your shoulder.
“…What?” you asked.
The word barely made it out of your mouth. The room was silent. Thick, hot, achingly still.
Yeonjun cleared his throat, but it didn’t help much. His voice came out low and rough, like it scraped the edge of his throat. “What’re you wearing?”
You blinked. “Pajamas.”
But when you glanced down at the soft stretch of your tank top clinging tight to your breasts, at the way your shorts hugged your hips and disappeared beneath the curve of your thighs, you suddenly understood.
Soobin’s jaw tensed visibly. “That’s not pajamas,” he said, voice quiet but razor sharp. “That’s… that’s barely anything.”
“I-it’s hot,” you said, crossing your arms instinctively over your chest, but it only pressed your tits up higher. The thin fabric clung to your damp skin, and you were sure he could see the outline of your nipples through it.
“You’re not making it better,” Beomgyu muttered, dragging his hand down his face like it physically hurt to look at you. His eyes dipped low again anyway. He looked wrecked. Hair messy, lips parted, expression tight like he was holding something back and barely succeeding.
Kai shifted again on the couch and picked up a pillow—not for comfort, not really. He set it in his lap, then dropped his head back against the cushions with a quiet, frustrated groan.
Taehyun still hadn’t moved. He hadn’t blinked. He was staring at the spot where your shirt had ridden up just above your belly button, lips parted slightly like he couldn’t stop tracing your skin with his eyes.
You took a half step backward. “Are you seriously-? Guys. I just took a shower.”
“Yeah,” Yeonjun said slowly, eyes flicking up and down your body with a look that made your knees weak. “And now you’ve walked in here like that, and what- expected us to act normal?”
“I didn’t mean-”
Soobin stepped forward. Everything in you stilled. His body was close. Warm. Tall and quiet and buzzing with something heavy beneath the surface.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to us, do you?” he said. His voice wasn’t loud. It was low, almost gentle. But it sent a chill straight down your spine. You swallowed. Your chest rose with a shaky breath. “No. I really don’t.”
Soobin’s gaze dropped. Traced your curves, slowly. He looked at the way your top pressed into your chest, at the damp hair curling around your collarbone, at the bare skin between your thighs where your shorts had ridden up.
“Then I’ll tell you,” he murmured. You didn’t stop him.
“You walk in here like that,” he continued, voice like velvet soaked in heat, “wearing next to nothing, smelling like soap and salt and whatever lotion you just used, and you expect us to pretend we haven’t been dying to touch you all day?”
Your breath caught in your throat.
He reached out, hesitated, then rested one hand lightly on your hip. His fingers barely curled around the softness there.
“You’re making us crazy.”
Behind you, Beomgyu shifted, leaning forward. Kai’s voice was quiet. “Every time you moved, I could see the shape of your ass under those shorts. I had to sit with a pillow on my dick the entire ride home.”
Taehyun finally spoke. Voice low. Even. “You didn’t know what you were doing. But we did. We knew what this was.” You blinked at them, heart pounding in your chest.
Yeonjun stood, walking toward you with slow, careful steps, his gaze sharp and unreadable.
“But the question is,” he said softly, “what do you want to happen now?” You opened your mouth. No words came. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly on your hip.
Yeonjun stepped closer. Beomgyu’s knee brushed the back of your thigh as he leaned in, voice a whisper behind you.
“Because if you don’t want us to touch you…” His breath hit your ear.
“Say so now.”
Then Soobin moved behind you. Pressed his chest to your back. His lips brushed your ear.
“Let us touch you,” he murmured. “Please.”
And you… nodded.
———-
You didn’t say no. You didn’t say anything at all. That silence was everything they needed.
Soobin was the first to move.
His hand, already resting gently on your hip, thumb brushing the hem of your too-tight sleep shorts, began to slide lower. Slow. Careful. Like he didn’t want to startle you. Like you were something delicate and sacred.
He cupped the plush curve of your thigh, fingers spreading to feel just how thick and warm your skin was beneath his palm. His grip tightened, not rough, but firm, as if he needed to anchor himself there. Like letting go wasn’t an option.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice so low it nearly disappeared into the heat between you.
“I’m nervous,” you breathed.
He smiled against your shoulder. You didn’t see it, but you felt it. A quiet tug of his lips brushing your skin. His breath was warm, steady, grounding.
“We’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “Every inch.”
Behind you, the air shifted.
Beomgyu leaned in so close that his chest barely ghosted your back, and the heat of his breath fanned across the side of your neck. It made you shiver again, despite the warmth of the room.
Then his hands.
One slid around your waist, large and warm, settling on the soft swell of your belly, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles against your skin as if memorizing how you felt.
The other?
It moved higher. Up, up, lightly grazing over your ribs until his fingertips brushed the underside of your breast through the paper-thin tank top. You weren’t wearing a bra. He knew that. He’d known the moment you walked into the room. But now he could feel it.
His fingers traced the edge of your softness, reverent. Tempted. Barely touching, but worshiping with every inch of skin he could reach.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered, voice almost dazed. “So fucking soft.”
His hand splayed fully now, fingertips skimming the side of your breast, pressing just enough to feel the weight of it in his palm.
He wasn’t teasing. He sounded… awestruck.
Like he couldn’t believe he was finally touching you like this. Like you were real, and warm, and his fingers were allowed to explore everything he’d only ever imagined.
Soobin’s hand moved again, dragging upward from your thigh to your waist, where he met Beomgyu’s grip. His palm pressed flat against your belly, fingertips dipping beneath the hem of your tank top to stroke the skin there. His other hand traced the outside of your thigh, then slid back and cupped the underside of your ass, fingers digging in a little harder now.
“You’re trembling,” Soobin said again, voice deeper now. Beomgyu let out a breathy laugh against your ear.
“She likes it,” he said. “You like being touched like this, don’t you?” You nodded this time.
“Say it,” Yeonjun’s voice came from in front of you—lower, rougher, his eyes dark and fixed on where their hands touched your body. “We want to hear it.”
“I like it,” you whispered. “I—I like it.”
Taehyun stepped closer now. He’d been watching in silence, unmoving, unreadable, but now his eyes were hot, his lips parted. He ran two fingers along your arm, then up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could look into your eyes.
“Tell us if it’s too much,” he said quietly.
Your breath caught. “It’s not,” you said.
Kai’s hand joined the others next, brushing lightly over your hip, his touch feather-light but hungry, sliding around the dip of your waist as he bent low to press a kiss to the center of your back.
“We’ve wanted this,” he said. “We’ve wanted you.” Yeonjun stepped in next, cupping your jaw and tilting your face up toward his. “If you want to stop, say it now.”
You didn’t. You couldn’t. You just nodded, lips parted, body buzzing.
That was all it took.
Yeonjun’s mouth was on yours. Hot, slow, possessive. He kissed you like he owned the moment, like he’d been imagining this for years. And as soon as he pulled back, Kai’s lips were replacing his, gentler but no less desperate.
Their hands moved slowly at first.
Kai knelt in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your sleep shorts higher and higher until his thumbs grazed your inner thighs.
Soobin slipped behind you, fingers teasing under the hem of your tank, skimming the base of your spine.
“Can I take this off?” he murmured against your shoulder.
You nodded.
He lifted the tank over your head, and the room went silent. Then Taehyun, still quiet, still intense, reached forward and ran his hand along the side of your bare breast.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
Beomgyu let out a breath like he’d been punched.
“You’ve been hiding this from us all day,” he muttered. “This fucking body.”
“Didn’t mean to,” you mumbled, cheeks hot.
“Doesn’t matter now,” Yeonjun said, leaning down to kiss along the curve of your neck. “You’re ours.”
Soobin’s hands moved to your chest, cupping your tits from behind, fingers rolling your nipples while Kai kissed lower down your belly, worshipping the softness, the way you curved under his hands.
Then his tongue met the waistband of your shorts.
“Please,” you breathed, voice already breaking. “Touch me.” Kai smiled up at you from between your legs, eyes half-lidded with hunger, his breath hot against your thighs.
“I was waiting for you to ask.”
His fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down slowly. Inch by inch. So slow it made you tremble. The elastic caught on the curve of your ass, then slipped down, exposing more of your soft, wet heat until you were completely bare in front of them.
“Holy shit,” Kai whispered, voice caught somewhere between awe and arousal. His eyes locked on your soaked cunt. Your folds glistening, twitching with need, already messy without a single touch.
“She’s soaked,” he murmured again, almost like he didn’t believe it. “Dripping down her fucking thighs.”
Beomgyu was already on his knees beside him, mouth parted, pupils blown wide. “Can I taste?” he asked, voice rasping, fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding himself back by sheer force.
Kai looked up at you. “You okay with that?”
“Please,” you begged, your voice wrecked. “I want all of you. I want-fuck, please.”
You felt Soobin’s hands slide under your thighs, lifting you slightly, turning you in his lap so your legs fell open over his. He held you there. Open, exposed, vulnerable and throbbing, your cunt bare and twitching just inches from Kai’s face.
“You’re gonna let us ruin you tonight,” Soobin whispered against your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “You understand that?”
You nodded, helpless and breathless. “Yes.” Then Kai’s mouth was on you. His tongue dragged up your slit, slow, flat, starving, and you cried out, back arching, hands flying to his hair.
He groaned into your cunt like he was dying, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue fast—wet, messy, relentless. The sound of it was obscene, every slurp echoing through the living room, filling your ears, making your toes curl.
And then Beomgyu joined him. Two mouths. Two tongues. One sliding lower. Fucking you open with deep, slow thrusts of his tongue, pressing into your hole like he couldn’t get deep enough. The other sucking your clit, lips swollen, nose buried in the wet between your thighs.
“Oh my fucking god—” you moaned, loud, raw, completely unraveling. Your knees jerked, thighs trembling, but Soobin’s hands kept you spread wide.
“Let them taste you,” he murmured, biting gently at your shoulder. “Be good and take it.”
You were good. You were falling apart.
Yeonjun stepped in front of you, cupping your cheeks, tilting your head up so your eyes met his. He kissed you hard. Tongue deep, fast, hungry, swallowing your moans as they ripped from your throat.
Taehyun stood behind Soobin, stroking himself slow, watching your body twitch and tremble in his hyung’s lap. “She looks so fucking pretty like this,” he said, voice low. “Look at her. She’s shaking.”
Kai moaned into you, tongue flicking over your clit fast and brutal while Beomgyu’s fingers replaced his tongue curling inside you, thick, relentless, pressing just right.
“Gyu—Kai—I’m gonna—” you choked out. Soobin kissed your temple. “Give it to them.”
You came with a scream, legs snapping around their heads, cunt clenching around Beomgyu’s fingers as Kai sucked your orgasm out of you like he’d been starving for it. You felt the drip of your release spill down between your thighs. You felt them lap it up.
And when you started to squirm, overstimulated, Kai just held your hips down and muttered against your pussy, “Not done yet.”
Beomgyu looked up, lips and chin soaked, eyes wild. “We haven’t even started.”
————
Moving into one of the bedrooms, they laid you down like you were something to be unwrapped. Treasured and ruined all at once. Your back hit the mattress, the sheets cool beneath your heated skin, and you barely had a chance to breathe before they were on you.
All of them hard, heavy with lust, eyes dark with the same hunger.
Soobin was already between your thighs, running the thick length of his cock along your folds slow and teasing, dragging through the slickness there like he owned you. “She’s so wet,” he growled, more to the others than to you. “She’s ready for it.”
Kai’s mouth was soft on your stomach, lips dragging up the line of your navel, his hands gripping your hips like he wanted to hold you still like he was already struggling to behave. “Please,” he whispered, his breath ghosting across your skin, “I want to be inside her so bad.”
Taehyun leaned in beside your ear, voice low and breath hot. “Let me go first. Just a taste.” His cock pressed against your thigh, twitching, leaking against your skin.
“No,” Soobin snapped. “She’s mine right now.”
He pushed in. Slow. Stretching you open around his thick cock until your back arched off the bed and your fingers scrambled at the sheets. The others watched, mesmerized, panting, jerking themselves slowly as they waited their turn. You swore you could hear Kai whimper. Taehyun bit his lip hard enough to bleed.
Soobin fucked you deep. So deep it felt like he was in your stomach, every inch of him thick and pulsing inside your soaked cunt. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t ease you in or give you time to adjust. He wanted to feel you break around him. Wanted to feel your body give out from how hard he was using it.
His hips dragged back slowly, teasing your walls as his cock slid out with a slick, wet sound, then he slammed forward, the force of it jolting your entire body up the bed. You cried out, but he didn’t slow down. He just grunted, rough and low, holding your thighs wide apart, watching the way your pussy swallowed him whole over and over again.
“Fuck, look at that,” he growled, voice wrecked, sweat dripping from his jaw. “You’re soaked. You hear that?”
And you could. Every thrust filled the room with the obscene, squelching sound of your cunt clinging desperately to his cock. Wet and needy and messy.
The bedframe slammed against the wall with every brutal stroke. You felt the wood creak beneath you, the sheets already damp with sweat and slick and drool. Soobin’s hands kept you pinned down, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise because you were squirming, legs shaking, body trembling, and he didn’t want you to move an inch.
“You gonna cum already?” he sneered, bending over you, chest pressing to yours. “We just started, baby. You better hold it.”
But your body betrayed you. Your back arched off the bed. Your nails raked down his back. And when he shifted his angle, grinding the head of his cock against your sweet spot over and over, punishingly precise. You shattered.
Your orgasm ripped through you like lightning. Your vision went white. Your pussy clenched down so hard on him he snarled against your neck, biting down to muffle the sound. You felt yourself gush around him, slick pouring down your thighs.
But Soobin didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, kept pounding into your overstimulated cunt like he wanted to make you cry. And you did. Tears slipping down your cheeks as your body thrashed beneath him.
“So tight when you cum,” he breathed, watching your face twist in pleasure and pain. “Fuck-you were made for this.”
And then he pulled out slow, dragging every inch of himself from your dripping hole, and you barely had time to catch your breath before the next cock replaced his.
Taehyun was already in position. Cock thick, flushed, slick with precum. His chest heaved as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. He didn’t wait. Didn’t even pretend to give you time. He just shoved in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs.
Your scream tore through the room, but it melted into a whimper as his cock stretched your already-fucked pussy even more, pushing against the swollen, sensitive walls Soobin had just wrecked. He groaned, the sound raw and desperate, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper.
“F-fuck,” Taehyun gasped, snapping his hips into you without mercy. “She’s still tight-how the fuck—?”
He sounded delirious. Ferocious. You felt his abs flex with every thrust as he bent over you, chest shining with sweat, the muscles in his arms trembling from how hard he was gripping you.
He didn’t ease up.
His cock slammed into you again and again, the head hitting your sweet spot like he knew exactly where it was. The way he moved was animalistic. Deep and punishing, his balls slapping against your ass wetly with each thrust. Your cunt squelched around him, loud, messy, soaking both of you, and he growled from the sensation, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck—so warm—so fucking good—”
You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t think. Your eyes rolled back, drool slipping down your cheek as Taehyun rutted into you like he was trying to fuck your soul out of your body.
Then you felt fingers in your hair.
Yeonjun.
He crouched behind you, fist pumping slowly along his shaft as his other hand curled into your scalp, lifting your head. Your mouth parted on instinct, lips wet and swollen, and he pressed the tip of his cock to your tongue.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he said, voice like silk over fire. “Let me in.”
You obeyed. Lips stretching, tongue out, welcoming him in as Taehyun fucked you from below.
Yeonjun slid into your mouth. Slow and teasing, until his cock pressed against the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, eyes watering, and he groaned deep in his chest, thumb brushing the corner of your lips as your mouth stretched wide around him.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he murmured, hips starting to roll as he face-fucked you in time with Taehyun’s brutal thrusts. “Use that throat, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
Your body was sandwiched. Taehyun’s cock slamming into your dripping pussy, Yeonjun’s sliding deep into your throat. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t moan. Your only sounds were muffled gags and the wet, obscene music of skin on skin, slick on slick.
Your arms flailed weakly, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs twitching around Taehyun’s shoulders. You were dizzy. Fucked out. Ruined.
But they weren’t done with you. Not even close.
Kai slipped between your legs while Taehyun pulled out, your pussy raw, gaping, still fluttering from the relentless pounding. Slick coated your thighs, shining on your skin, dripping into the ruined sheets below. You were barely coherent. Panting, shaking, tears streaked down your face, but Kai looked at you like you were the most fragile, beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He was the only one who hesitated.
He knelt there, cock hard and leaking against his stomach, fingers stroking your inner thighs with reverence. His voice trembled when he leaned in, mouth brushing your cheek, your jaw, your collarbone. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, breath hot against your skin. “I’ll be gentle, I promise…”
But your body was soaked, stretched, begging, and when he finally pressed in, his entire body shuddered.
“Fuck,” Kai gasped, burying himself inside you inch by inch. “You’re so warm. So fucking wet—shit—”
He paused once he was fully in, letting your walls squeeze around him, his forehead resting against yours. For a moment, you thought he might actually stay soft, sweet. But then your pussy clenched, instinctive and greedy, pulsing around his cock—and that fragile control snapped.
His hands suddenly gripped your hips tight, hard enough to bruise and he slammed into you. The sudden force knocked your breath out. Kai cursed again, louder this time, his voice breaking.
“I-I’m sorry,” he gasped, even as his hips snapped forward again and again. “I—fuck—I can’t stop—I need you—I need you so bad—”
The rhythm turned feral. No more gentle apologies. Just frantic, desperate thrusts. His cock drilling into your soaked, overstimulated cunt like he was trying to melt into you. The boy who always smiled, who always giggled shyly behind his hands, was gone.
This Kai was trembling. Sweating. Obsessed.
“Been dreaming of this,” he choked out, mouth dragging along your throat, your jaw, your lips. “Every fucking night—touching myself—thinking about how you’d sound, how you’d feel, how you’d taste—”
One hand slid under your thigh, hooking it up around his waist so he could thrust even deeper, angling perfectly to grind against your swollen, sensitive spot. You cried out, legs kicking, body jolting beneath him.
Your pussy clenched again. Tight, needy, and he snapped, fucking into you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“You’re mine now,” he hissed, voice shaking. “Mine. I don’t care who had you first—I’m gonna fuck you so full of me you’ll forget every other name.”
And you did.
Because all you could feel was Kai—his cock stretching you open, his body flush to yours, his hands everywhere, his voice breaking as he moaned and babbled into your skin.
His thrusts grew erratic, wild. Hips stuttering against you as he buried himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside your soaked cunt. His nails dug into your waist as his moans turned desperate, raw, needy.
“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” he gasped, voice cracking, forehead pressed against yours, sweat dripping onto your cheeks. “I’m gonna cum—inside—inside you—can I? Please—please let me—”
But he didn’t wait for an answer.
Your pussy clenched around him again, and that was it.
Kai let out a strangled cry somewhere between a whimper and a broken sob as his cock throbbed violently, and then he came. Hard.
You felt it.
Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded your already ruined pussy, shooting deep inside you with every twitch of his cock. He didn’t pull out. He pushed deeper, grinding into you, gasping as his seed spilled into your swollen walls.
“Shit—fuck—you’re taking all of it—fuck—” he babbled, watching your belly as if he could see himself filling you up.
You moaned beneath him, body shaking from the heat spreading through your core. His cum leaking out around his still-throbbing cock, dripping down your ass onto the sheets. But Kai didn’t stop moving. Even as he softened, he rocked his hips slowly, lazily fucking it deeper, making sure you didn’t waste a drop.
His hand slid down to your lower belly, pressing just slightly, watching your face twist in overstimulated bliss. “So full,” he whispered, eyes wide and dazed. “You’re so full of me, baby.”
Beomgyu was the last, but he didn’t rush.
He watched the whole time. Watched you get ruined. Watched your body go limp from overstimulation. Watched cum drip from your pussy in thick, creamy ropes (Kai’s, Taehyun’s, Soobin’s) all still inside you. Watched your lips swollen and glistening from Yeonjun fucking your throat raw. And the look on his face?
It wasn’t mercy. It was hunger.
He crawled up your body like a predator, one knee between your legs, one hand curling slowly around your throat. Not tight, not yet. Just enough to make you feel it. To remind you who was in control now.
“So used up,” Beomgyu murmured, eyes locked onto yours. “And you still want more.”
His cock was heavy and dripping, already slick from watching everything that came before. He didn’t line up right away. He just slapped it against your ruined, soaked cunt, watching your whole body jolt, watching more cum spill out of you from the impact. He rubbed the head through your folds slow and nasty, smearing the mess of the others across his shaft like it turned him on even more.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, tightening his grip on your throat just slightly. “Stretched. Gaping. Perfect.”
And then he pushed in deliberate, every inch dragged through the slick mess until his cock was buried inside you, thick and pulsing. Your body spasmed beneath him. Sensitive, broken, but still greedy.
You moaned. A cracked, breathless sound, and Beomgyu grinned. That cocky, dangerous grin.
“There it is,” he said, leaning closer, lips brushing yours but not kissing. “Still got noise left in you.” Then he snapped his hips forward hard and you screamed.
His cock drove into you deep and fast, merciless from the first thrust. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t slow. He fucked you like he had a point to prove. Like he wanted to brand himself into your body and erase every other touch before him.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
His hips pounded into yours, balls hitting your ass with filthy, wet sounds. His hand around your throat squeezed tighter, just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your eyes widen.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growled. “Being our fucktoy. Getting filled over and over again until you can’t even think.”
Your cunt pulsed around him violently, and Beomgyu groaned.
“You do. Fuck—you’re clenching around me like you’re about to cum already.” His other hand dropped to your thigh, pushing your legs open wider. “I want you to milk my cock, baby. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me. You want that too, don’t you?”
You nodded, barely able to speak.
And he rewarded you by fucking harder, hips slamming into you with vicious speed, the bed shaking, headboard banging against the wall.
The overstimulation was unbearable. His cock dragging against every hypersensitive inch of your soaked, cum-filled cunt, thick veins catching on your walls as he drove in again and again. You cried out, a choked wail, tears spilling, legs trembling, body locking up.
But he didn’t stop.
“Take it,” Beomgyu hissed, panting against your neck. “Fucking take it.”
And you did.
Because your body had no choice.
————-
They took you again and again. Positions changed. Hands were everywhere. On your tits, your throat, gripping your thighs open. Tongues traced every inch of your skin. Someone had a hand on your clit the entire time, rubbing, teasing, punishing. They didn’t stop. They didn’t let you stop.
You were soaked, dripping onto the sheets, onto their cocks. Leaking every time one of them pulled out. Your voice broke. Your body trembled. Your orgasm hit so hard you blacked out for a second, but they kept going.
You didn’t know who was inside you anymore. Whose cock was fucking your throat. Whose fingers were bruising your hips.
✦ 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒: Early/mid November. (I hope y'all are still in the mood for spooky fics in November hehe plz I beg)
✦ 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: The power is gone, the doors won’t open, and the silence in your sorority house is a weapon. Taehyun, your best friend’s new mysterious boyfriend, doesn’t raise his voice or rush his steps. He moves like he already knows the layout of your fear—every floorboard, every shadow, every tremor in your breath. The game is simple: you hide, he seeks. Then the other way around. But his goal isn't just to mark you with a knife. It’s about control—about making you break your moral code, turning you into someone who listens when he says run. The countdown has begun, and in the pitch black, the person hunting you is the only one who knows the rules.
✦ 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Violence (dragging, stabbing), gore (knife wounds and blood; no full on graphic descriptions), non-con touch (non sexual), captivity, psychological torture and trauma, mentions of stalking and murder (past), anxiety (reader has diagnosed anxiety), derealization, power imbalance, explicit fear response and survival themes, mild language, psycopath (taehyun is insane), ...
ᥫ᭡. Take into consideration that I'm still defining the details so some might change.ᐟ
✦ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑖’𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: This was supposed to be out on October 31st as it's set on that date, but this fic is taking all of me and my brain capacity. Getting into a serial killer's mind was more complicated than expected. Like you have me researching, watching documentaries type shit. But I hope you guys are excited for serial killer Taehyun as I am!! This is my second fic on here so I hope y’all can support it :] after this one, I’ll leave the horror genre alone for a while.
special reblog for the fic i’ve been discussing with nani and i’m so glad it’s coming in November ACKKK !! And you all best believe that I’ve claimed the no1 egregious fan spot already ‼️ Nani’s my beautiful writer hehe
〔 𝒾 〕 ────── after being attacked in the Blackwoods, you wake up in a mysterious farmhouse with even stranger inhabitants. You might not be making it home as soon as you had hoped.
❪ 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❫ OT5 TXT x 𝑓!reader ────── 𝐃𝐃𝐍𝐄 ╱ 4 . 7k
genre » fantasy dark content romance angst slow burn eventual smut
𓋰chapter warnings。graphic animal gore graphic injury hurt/no comfort folk healing allusions to murder blood yeonjun is kind of a freak here
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〔 밤비 〕 » i am so sorry for literally blue balling you guys with this chapter update for like. three months. please forgive me. here is the first proper chapter of crave and then i'll post a short drabble fic later today for the inconvenience
The first thing you feel is agony. From the moment your consciousness begins to swim and struggle towards the surface; there’s an all-encompassing throbbing in your brain, a pressure so great it felt as if your skull would split open. The pain was so powerful that it has bile rising in your throat, tossing and turning in your soft bed. You moan weakly and bury your face into the feather pillows, but the worn fabric does little to quell the ache.
…Feather pillows?
The last thing you remember was being deep in the Blackwoods, far from any sort of shelter or comfort— had you somehow managed to make your way back home after blacking out? You can’t recall a single thing after you had relit your lantern, though you were certain that you were far too lost to find your way back home to the village. Perhaps your village had come looking for you and had taken you back to your cottage, where you were certain to catch an earful from both your mother and from Heeseung…
But these pillows you had at home were stuffed with wool and not feathers. This bed that you lie in did not feel like your own.
Slowly, you crack your eyes open, raising a hand to clutch at your temple— a strange wetness meets your fingertips, one that startles you enough into sitting up. When your blurry vision finally focuses, what you see is most certainly not your cozy bedroom.
You’re lying on a sofa, ancient and worn ragged, its fabric dirty and shredded with bits of hay and feathers sticking through. Pillows of various shapes and colors surround you like padding, stacked behind your head and around your feet to elevate your leg— your leg!
You gasp in horror. Your shawl is gone, and your dress and apron are torn to shreds, revealing your mangled and bloody calf, your horribly swollen and twisted ankle. The sight makes you realize that the aching wasn’t just from your head, but from your entire body; everything hurt from deep in your bones, and even the tiniest movements send sharp pangs through your being. You don’t dare to try and move your foot, just the sight of it alone enough to make you ill, though you do notice that someone had gone through the effort of wrapping it in some sort of bandage-like leaves and stabilizing it with all the pillows. You let go of your temple to study your hand, horrified at how it comes away covered in dark, semi-dried blood.
The events of the night before come rushing back to you all at once. The fear, the running, those brilliant red eyes that stared at you through the dark— as you fell, you were sure that you would die, torn apart and eaten by that bloodthirsty beast. But, aside from your head and your leg, and all the scratches and bruises along your arms, you don’t see any bitemarks or gashes from claws, and all the pain certainly meant that you were still alive. Mother always said that there was no pain in Heaven.
Somebody really did come and save you. Chased that horrible beast away and taken you somewhere safe, tended to your wounds. Wherever you were, this must be your savior’s home.
It’s a terrible excuse for a home, you quickly realize. While there was a small fire in the fireplace, the shattered windows let in icy gusts of wind that chilled you down to the bone. Wooden boards and threadbare blankets try their best to keep in the cold, but enough snowflakes managed to sneak through that small piles of snow were collecting on the rotten wooden floor. From the terrible whistling of the freezing wind, you assume that a snowstorm had begun sometime into the night.
You were in a living room of sorts, in what appears to be a farmhouse, though certainly it has been abandoned for some considerable time; spiderwebs and dust cover every surface, from the large antique fireplace to the rocking chair sat by your side. A staircase was off to your left, some of the steps caved in. The door by the stairs must be the entrance, rickety and swinging in the wind, its lock rusted and broken. To your farthest side, the living room opens into an elaborate decorative archway, leading into a dilapidated kitchen and dining room. You spot five worn chairs around the extravagant dining room table, seemingly scavenged as none of them matched the other. Another, smaller doorway was on the far wall beyond the table, barely visible as it was covered by a dirty linen tablecloth— perhaps it was broken or had holes, or maybe the door wasn’t there at all? It’s impossible that someone lives here, you think… though evidence of it lingers throughout the room. A pair of shoes by the entrance, a worn leather jacket hung over the back of the rocking chair, and most curiously of all, a chipped porcelain plate sat carefully on the floor by the sofa where you lay, bearing thick slices of bread and dried meat.
The sight makes your stomach growl, and you realize with a start just how hungry you are. You haven’t eaten since the evening before, and even that only consisted of a thin, watery stew; crops were poor this past harvest, the livestock frail and sickly from the bad weather, and as hard as you try to cook hearty meals for your family, there was hardly anything to eat. As starving as you were, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick off the plate. Anxious thoughts of poison consumed you, and while the stranger who lived in this farmhouse had saved you, it didn’t necessarily mean they weren’t up to something nefarious. You’ll leave, you decide, before the stranger comes back, and find some berries and nuts to fuel your no doubt painful journey home. It would be proper and polite to thank your savior, but you cannot sit around and wait any longer— surely your mother has noticed your absence and riled up the entire village with her worry.
Before you can do anything more than get your hands beneath you to sit up, an unfamiliar voice calls out from behind you, “You’re awake!”
A strange, unfamiliar man steps out from behind the hanging linen, his smile wide and full of teeth. You’re struck immediately by how handsome he is, with a square face and full lips, dirty blonde hair that hung in his face despite his bangs being pushed back. He was tall and well built, with defined muscles in his thick arms, visible through the material of his thin white undershirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the strength and corded veins in his hands and forearms. The lacing on the front was loose and undone, exposing a wide sliver of his chest; your eyes are met with honeyed tan skin, gentle brown eyes that sparkle when he draws nearer. You have dozens of questions, thoughts scattered and spinning circles around your head, but you struggle to find the words for any of them.
“Wh-where am I?” you settle on asking, your throat raw and scratchy from misuse. The man’s smile softens, almost pitying.
“We took you home.” He replies smoothly and simply, like he was talking to a scared child; he’s gotten so close now, almost uncomfortably so. He kneels by the sofa, face hardly a foot from yours. “We found you like this, unconscious on the ground— how did you get hurt, little one? What are you doing so far into the woods?”
“Who’s we?” you insist, ignoring his questions. You don’t think you can answer them anyway. “There are others here?”
He looks at you in a way that makes your skin crawl, though not entirely in a bad way. The look in his eyes was far too familiar for a stranger, akin to the adoration of a loved one. It was as if he was looking through you, studying your insides by studying your face, like he could read your thoughts written on your skin. It makes your stomach flutter and your face burn; no man has ever looked at you with such intensity before.
Longing. He looked at you like he was longing. For what, you don’t know.
“My brothers,” he answers you, “They’re out hunting for now. You must be starving. Please, eat what little I could find for you— I know it’s not much, but you must get your strength up, at least until they come back with a fresh kill. The food will help with the pain, Taehyun can give you more medicine once your belly is full.”
He picks up the plate and offers it to you, but you push it away. “This is your home? Wh-what are you doing living out here, in the Blackwoods? In this terrible place no less! It’s far too dangerous, the monsters—”
“Monsters?” the man echoes curiously, “There are no monsters in this forest.”
“You’re mistaken!” you insist, propping yourself up higher on your hands; through the window you can see only dense trees, not a sliver of the sky, and it feels suffocating. “I saw one with my own eyes! Surely it will come looking for me again. I must get back home to my village, The Blackwoods bring nothing but certain death!”
You swing your feet off the sofa and plant them on the floor, gritting your teeth from the way your ankle screams in agony. Every part of you ached from the simplest of movements, but you cannot wait even a second longer in these terrible woods, like a sitting duck just waiting to be hunted. The man catches you before you make even one step, his large hands gripping your arms roughly. “What are you doing?!” he all but roars, face slack with shock and concern. “You cannot leave in this condition! We’ll keep you safe here, take care of you! You don’t have to worry, nothing can hurt you while you’re with me and my brothers. This beast you speak of, describe it to me and I’ll hunt it down for you. I’ll bring you its head. Anything to ease your fears, my star.”
He eases you back down onto the sofa, nursing your ankle in his large hands-- your head spins with his words, unable to digest any of them. What does he mean, when he calls you his star? He couldn't possibly be serious when he says he'll hunt down that beast, but the deadly look in his eyes frightens you. You couldn't fathom staying here, but it seems as if this man, and his brothers, have no intention of letting you go.
He talks to you like a mad man. Were you... trapped here? Held hostage? What was he going to do to you?
"It was a terrible thing." you whisper, almost to yourself. "Big and hulking, lurking in the shadows. With eyes redder than any I've ever seen, red like blood. It never came into the moonlight, I never got a good look at it outside of just its eyes..."
The man hums in keen interest, trailing his thumb gently over your ankle before guiding you to lay back as you were with your leg propped. "These woods are large and deep, vastly so. My brothers and I have only lived in this wood for a few moons, after we were ambushed and ran out of our old den... your description of this beast, you call it... it sounds a lot like the pack that ambushed us all that time ago. They must have followed us."
"A pack? like wolves?" you gasp, "How did you fight them off?"
"Not quite wolves." He laughs hollowly. "Men, dresserd in furs. You may mistake them for wolves, but none truly live in the Blackwoods. I would recognize them anywhere... they’re my kin, after all."
"What.. what do you mean? Are you saying that you're a wolf? I'm looking right at you and I can tell you myself right now, that you aren't."
The man cracks a crooked grin. "You'll come to find out soon enough. Stay with us, make this your home, at least for now. If the pack had followed us all the way out here, they won't stop until I've killed every last one of them myself. "
"What are you?” you ask in a hushed voice, half in rapture and half in fear.
Your mother always told you that you were too old to believe in magical creatures and beasts from the folklore, but your grandfather had told you countless stories of his own encounters before his death-- no one ever believed him, but you did. You do. And especially after your encounter from the night before, paired with this strange man's words, you'll believe anything. This man... he couldn't possibly be what he seemed.
"My name is Yeonjun." he answers you, which wasn't an answer at all. You accept it nonetheless, settling back onto the sofa though you eye him warily. He's given up on trying to get you to eat, and instead he just kneels by your side and watches you intently, his oak brown eyes deep and searching.
"My name is Y/N." you tell him quietly. For a second, for a reason you can't understand, he looks confused, but quickly covers it up with a warm smile and crinkled eyes.
"That's a beautiful name. It fits you, my beautiful star."
"Why— why are you calling me that? Your star? I don't understand, we've never met before, and I am certainly not yours. And this place is not my home, it will never be. I’ll entertain you and your insistence that I must rest, but only because I’m certain that I wouldn’t make it very far as I am now. Especially with that… thing out there. But the moment I am able I will be leaving this place.”
Yeonjun shakes his head as if you were an ignorant child, his thumb still working over your bruised ankle. "If that is what you wish. But the moon had told me that you would come to me, to us, completing our pack. A shooting star over our den, just like in my dreams... Once those wolves have been eradicated and your foot has healed, you can.... venture out back to your little human village."
Human village. You scoff to yourself.
If he won't tell you himself what ever kind of creature he is underneath his facade of human flesh, you'll just have to find out for yourself.
Just as you open your mouth to hound Yeonjun with another question, that rickety front door swings open with a terrible creak. The sound startles you and makes you squeak, and Yeonjun is quick to throw himself over your body to protect you. He relaxes, however, when he sees the four men who pad into the farmhouse.
"Ah, my brothers. They're finally back... and with fresh kill, I see."
The men make their way to you and Yeonjun, triumphant smiles on their faces. They all appear to be similar in age to their brother, though you note that they look nothing like each other at all, and you doubt that any of them were truly related. It’s just then that you see the large buck they have strung up and hog tied, drug across the floor behind them. It’s fur is matted with mud and snow. Blood drips from its gnarled antlers onto the wooden floor.
The sight of it sends a terrible wave of nausea through you, and you throw your hand up over your mouth to keep from gagging. The buck's throat had been sliced from ear to ear, jagged and deep enough that it was nearly decapitated, esophagus and arteries exposed. Patches of its fur were torn out of its pale flesh, body covered in terrible scratches and all four of its legs broken and bent in odd, unnatural directions. The buck had been young, evident from the fleshy, bleeding velvet that hung in tatters from its antlers, leaving them looking more like entrails or organs than horns. The four boys were all drenched in it's dark, musky blood, their clothes soaked through and their faces smeared with it, filling the farmhouse with the acrid, coppery scent of death.
The shortest one of them was the first to speak, his voice surpisingly light and airy for his strong build and chiseled face. "It's your turn to dress and cook it, hyung."
Yeonjun scowls at him like a spoiled toddler. "But you're better at it than I am. It's not fair to make me go out in the cold and the snow just to do a poor job."
The tallest one scoffs, his feathery black hair falling over his eyes. "You're so ungrateful! We were just out in that snow for hours! The least you can do is pull your own weight around."
"I have been, thank you. Watch your mouth." Yeonjun sneers. "I've been taking care of our lovely guest here, if you haven't noticed. She's just woken up."
"She's awake!" the boy next to the shortest crows excitedly. Like Yeonjun, he had downy, dirty blonde hair that hung in shaggy tufts over his face and ears. He grinned at you with an upside down smile. "I was starting to get worried she was never going to wake up. She's been asleep for days."
"I've been asleep for days?!" you gasp, swinging your head in Yeonjuns direction— he looks at you guiltily. "How long? Just how long have I been here?"
"About two or three days, give or take. Taehyun has knowledge in healing; he's been tending to your wounds..."
Your heart sinks in your chest, dread weighing down hard on your sloping shoulders. You’ve been missing for days— this is worse than you could have imagined. Your family, Heeseung, the rest of the village… they must all think you’re dead. Perhaps they've even had a funeral for you already, your mother having to spend her last few coins on mourning clothes.
“Oh, Mother, Father, I'm so sorry...." you sniffle, your body shaking like a leaf.
The shock and grief that takes over you is too much to bear, and fat tears began to flow down your cheeks in an endless stream. You sob into your hands as the five men watch over you in silence, all standing still and peering down at you with odd expressions. Yeonjun moves to comfort you, but you shrug him off with a hiccup.
"Let her cry." the fourth brother finally speaks up, his deep voice gruff and annoyed. "I’m starving and we have days’ worth of meat to prepare."
Yeonjun hesitates, but after a moment of hovering he does leave your side. They all filter out one by one; Yeonjun grabs his coat from the rocking chair and storms outside, the large blond brother following him close behind. He drags the buck’s carcass behind him with little effort, a frightening show of strength, its severed neck hung open and dragging across the floor, leaving behind an unsightly trail of smeared blood. The shortest and the tallest made their way through the far archway, while the dark-haired, unfriendly brother disappeared up the wobbly, creaking stairs. You were alone again, stuck on the moldy sofa and gritting your teeth from the lingering pain, your tears not stopping no matter how hard you tried to dry your eyes.
You learned how to cry in silence years ago, never wanting your parents or siblings to overhear; you always had to be strong for them, a pillar for them to lean on. Quietly you grieve for what feels like hours, not Yeonjun nor any of the brothers reappearing to check up on you— as painful as it was to be left to drown in your own sorrow, part of you can’t help but feel grateful for the distance. It gives you the space you need to think clearly, to work out what exactly was happening and what you should do.
Yeonjun was right, as much as you desired to fight him; you were in no condition to make it back through the forest, and you doubt that you could even manage to sneak out of this rickety, creaking farmhouse without alerting at least one of the brothers. And with that beast in the forest… from Yeonjun’s words it seemed as if there were more than just the one you saw, and the idea of coming face to face with a whole pack of them alone and injured sends an ice-cold shiver down your spine. You’ll just have to sit it out here, endure these men and their strangeness for as long as it takes for your foot to heal and for your path to be safe, and before any of them realize you’ll be gone without a trace.
How you were going to explain this to your village, you had no idea…. You’ll figure it out when the time comes.
The shortest brother— Taehyun, you believe his name is— reappears above you once your sobs turn to sniffles, a wicker basket clutched tight in his fists. He approaches your side cautiously, like you would a frightened animal. Your hands hang limply at your sides, and you don't move to look up at him; it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest, settling down on his knees next to you in stoic silence before unpacking the contents of the basket. Out come clutches of leaves and herbs you've never seen before, and a roll of what looked like doctor’s bandages. It's surprising that he has them, and you wonder briefly where he could have gotten them from. Perhaps somewhere inside this farmhouse.
You hiss in pain when he takes your ankle into his hands, but he ignores you, bending your leg over the side of the sofa to examine the bruising and the open gash across your foot. It was just then that you noticed you had already been bandaged, the off white linen soaked dark red in blood to the point you couldn't distinguish it from the leaves or your skin. he unwinds the old bandage with careful precision and peels away the old leaves, inspecting the wound with an upturned nose before grabbing a few of the new, fresh leaves he had placed down on the dusty floor. You watch as he takes a pocketknife to the skin of the leaves, gently rubbing until the fuzz on the surface gave way and they became malleable and moist before wrapping your foot and ankle in the leaves. There’s a sharp burning sensation when the leaves first make contact with your skin, and you bite your lip to keep in any whimpers as he continues down the entirety of your foot.
"What are those?" you ask him under your breath, picking at the hem of your dress.
"Lamb’s ear." He responds simply, not looking up from his careful handiwork. There’s deer blood still caked and dried on his calloused, rough hands. "They're old, but they'll do for now. I’ll go searching for more later, once the sun comes back up."
"Why are you--"
"It'll keep it from getting infected, and it'll help with the pain. Do you always ask so many questions? I'm doing you a favor."
"Yeonjun asked you to do this." you say, a statement not a question.
Taehyun just nods tersely, his large brown eyes hooded and glaring down the slope of his angular nose. His thick brow was quirked in annoyance, grip on your leg a little rougher as he takes up the bandage and wraps it around over the leaves. He was soft-spoken, but something darker lingered beneath his clipped responses, and the intensity in his face intimidated you. You don't want to anger him any further, so you ask no more questions, instead staring unblinking at your lap as he ties the bandage off and stands back up.
“Hyung is Alpha. If he demands we serve you, then we will.” He says cryptically, matter of fact and hollow. “Stay off your feet as much as you can for the next moon or so. The more you rest, the faster you’ll heal, and the faster you can leave.”
“A moon?! Do you mean I have to stay here like this for a full month?! That’s preposterous, I can’t possibly—” you sit up suddenly, wincing from the way your body fights the movement.
Taehyun stops you with a single scathing look. “Living under this roof means you live as part of the pack. You’ll obey your alpha as we do, and you’ll obey us as well, omega.”
You open your mouth to ask him what exactly he means by Alpha, but it’s too late—Taehyun picks the basket up and turns to walk away swiftly, leaving you to gape at his retreating back.
The rest of the night goes by in a blur. The boys all wash up for their meal, something you couldn’t help but feel grateful for, even as your stomach turned from the chipped porcelain plates the brothers laid out on the kitchen table, crudely carved slabs of barely cooked venison that still bled when prodded with a knife. Yeonjun carries you to the table as if you were royalty, ignoring your desperate pleas that you could make the few feet yourself. He perches ever so gently on his lap even as you squirm and complain, and he insists on hand feeding you small slices of venison carefully cut one by one— you refuse every unappetizing, bloody piece he wags in front of your face, yet he persists until Taehyun convinces him to stop and eat himself.
The bread and cheese you had been offered earlier was laid out on the table, and as your stomach growled and you grew more ravenous you couldn’t resist from reaching over and picking at the crudely cut cubes and slices. The bread was stale and dry, and the cheese was bitter, but as hungry as you were you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Yeonjun seems content with you having finally eaten something, and he leaves you be to sit silently on his lap.
Throughout the rest of the meal you’re unsure of what to do with yourself, torn halfway between cowering into Yeonjun’s side and bolting onto the table. The brothers eat like pigs and ogle at you the entire time, odd expressions creased on their messy faces as if you were a creature they had never seen before. You curl into yourself under their gazes, only free of them when Yeonjun finishes his plate and brings you to bed.
His bed. Just as dilapidated as the rest of the house, devoid of anything more than an iron wrought queen bed and a dresser. He gently lays you down gently on the feather mattress and tucks the blankets under your chin. You’re still bloody and dirty, and you feel disgusting, but the idea of bathing or undressing around this man makes your sensitive stomach churn. You lie there completely still, unable to even breathe until he turns and leaves you, but only after seemingly contemplating something within himself for a painfully long moment. The entire house creaks with the movements of the other boys, all getting ready in their own bedrooms, their laughter and banter echoing through the thin walls. Once the last brother goes to sleep you’re left frightfully awake in the silence and in the dark, not even a candle or an oil lamp to ease your fears. All around you was the sounds of the forest, almost deafening now, surrounding and trapping you as if it were alive. You toss and turn for hours, and you’re unable to fall asleep until the sun finally starts to peek back up over the horizon. All you can think of is home, the terrible creaking of the trees, and the violent wind.
As exhaustion finally overtakes you, you swear amongst the howling of the storm, you hear the howl of a wolf.
pairings faerie!taehyun x reader, faerie!yeonjun x reader
warnings violence, death, death of animals, smut (specific tags will be listed before each chapter), childhood trauma & mentions of abuse, jealousy, controlling & yandere relationship dynamics, unprotected sex, original characters but they only last for small amounts of time & act as story catalysts, fem! reader
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[ every single tape recorded for Criminal Conscience, listed in order ]
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Criminal Conscience contains sexual content. The fic portrays substance abuse and acting under the influence as well as both unhealthy and toxic relationships. It also includes other triggering topics such as attempted SA and violence/gore along with character death. ⎯ Each tape is carefully tagged with individual warnings, read them all properly before continuing.
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📼 TAPE 01 ⎯ STAY AWAY FROM CHOI BEOMGYU
“Choi Beomgyu”, he says, the smirk on his lips widening as he does. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name. He was a stranger, not to mention one that Kayla had specifically warned you about not long ago. Still, this man intrigued you beyond limits..
📼 TAPE 02 ⎯ RED LIPSTICK STAINS
The red lipstick that you had accidentally brought along this morning, the one you were supposed to get rid of. It had been but a mere coincidence right… The way it had presented itself so nicely on your dresser earlier that day.
📼 TAPE 03 ⎯ TO KNOW IS NOT TO LOVE
The cool metal of his rings sting your naked skin as his hands caress your thighs. He’s silent, and for a moment you thought that he might be angry with you. But then his eyes lift to meet yours, they’re dark, but in the pale light of night, they seemed to be almost glowing. “Dollface?” His breath is hot against your legs.
📼 TAPE 04 ⎯ I DON'T SMOKE
He holds out the cigarette for you to take. Eyeing it with disdain for a moment, you decline by shaking your head, “I don’t smoke.” — Beomgyu cocks an eyebrow at you, “You’d be the first to decline.” He studies you for a moment, the corner of his lip twitching into a faint smirk. “But you’re the first of many things, dollface”, he says as he brings the cigarette to his lips.
📼 TAPE 05 ⎯ BLOODY BODIES
Immediately you jerk back, your gaze flitting down to your now stained fingers. It was fresh. “Oh my god”, is all you can muster and before he has the chance to object your hands are insistently bunching his shirt up above his chest. — “Dollface”, Beomgyu tries, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists but you merely shrug him off, all too focused on the blood smeared across his skin.
📼 TAPE 06 ⎯ A BUSINESS KIND OF DEAL
His lips stretch into a smirk when he notes the increasing frown on your face. “Think of it as a business deal”, he says as he motions toward the two of you. — “Business?” You echo, the confusion in your voice evident. Beomgyu nods, his tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. “No deals go through until both parties consent to it of course.”
📼 TAPE 07 ⎯ $5 FOR A ROLL
With slight reluctance you pluck the piece of paper from him, trembling fingers rolling it up and creating a makeshift straw. Beomgyu watches you with an amused smirk, his tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. You don’t say anything when you hand him back the now rolled dollar bill, and he doesn’t either as he takes it from you.
📼 TAPE 08 ⎯ PAYMENT FIRST
It’s not until he’s got one foot over the threshold that his father stops him. “Son.” The boy casts a glance over his shoulder, his dark eyes meeting his dad’s. “Payment first. Remember.” He quickly nods, but doesn’t bid his father farewell when stepping out onto the cold streets.
📼 TAPE 09 ⎯ TRUTH HAS TEETH
“This”, you begin as you pull out the plastic bag in which the knife rests, “Has your prints on it, your blood.” You push the bag forward, forcing him to see the truth laid bare before him — letting it sink its teeth into his skin. Do Hwan shifts uncomfortably on the chair, his hands retreating back into the arms of the hoodie as he avoids looking directly at the knife.
📼 TAPE 10 ⎯ HOW DO YOU PLEAD?
Beomgyu knows that you know.
Estimated release date: October 2025
📼 TAPE 11 ⎯ HE WHO IS NOT
Something is different tonight, he is different.
Estimated release date: October 2025
📼 TAPE 12 ⎯ THE WORLD YOU SHOULDN'T KNOW OF
"You don't know half of what you think you do", Duri hums.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 13 ⎯ TONGUE TIED
There was nothing left to say, was there?
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 14 ⎯ THE YEAR OF 2014
The boy knows he shouldn't open the door, but he does anyway.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 15 ⎯ THE BEGINNING OF THE END
He shouldn't have came back, but you're glad he did.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 16 ⎯ MURDER IN THE FACE OF MAN
He had done something truly unforgiving.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 17 ⎯ TO GAIN, YOU HAVE TO LOSE
It was better this way, that's what you have to tell yourself.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 18 ⎯ IN THE FACE OF JUDGEMENT
"The jury has found the defendant..."
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 19 ⎯ BEOMGYU.
The last person he had expected on the opposite side of the interrogation room was you.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 20 ⎯ A CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE
"What are you?"
Estimated release date: December 2025
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A large warm hand suddenly grabs your upper arm, making you yelp in surprise— you whip your head back fast, freezing at the sight of Huening Kai towering over you with a dark and unreadable expression. His grip was bordering on painful.
“Kai—” you start, but quickly clam up; Kai shoots you a look you’ve never seen from him before, dangerous and borderline feral. It twists hot in your belly just as much as it scares you.
“She’s done. We’re leaving.” Kai hisses in your ear. You’re too shocked to respond.
He tugs you up out of your seat and drags you out of the bar entirely, his fingers tightening on your bicep until his knuckles were nearly white. You want to fight him, yell and kick and scream, but all you can manage is to stare incredulously at the back of his head. He didn’t even give you the leeway to grab your purse. Or pay your tab.
“Kai, what the hell—”
He pushes you hard against the brick wall of the club and presses himself flush against your back. You can feel the stiff bulge of his hard cock against your ass, his hot breath fan across your neck in jagged, heavy breaths. God, he’s huge.
“You think this is fucking funny, Y/N?” he snarls, deep and nasty. His hands press yours against the brick, keeping you still and trapped. “Are you trying to piss me off? Showing up dressed like a slut, flirting with my friend right in front of me?”
You can only get yourself to let out a strangled squeak, all too distracted by the swell of Kai’s cock, the latent strength in his hands, the heat of his body against yours. Holy shit. Was this really happening? Or were you just dreaming again?
“C’mon, say something.” Kai goads, rolling his hips. It takes everything in you not to moan. “Why are you being such a whore, Y/N?”
Something fiery takes ahold of you, just long enough for you to bite back; “I’m the whore?! I should be asking you why you’re stealing my panties! Jerking off to my things like a gross pervert!”
Kai falters, but his erection grows stiffer against your thighs. “I knew it. I knew you knew. You like it though, don’t you? Is that why you’ve not said anything? You like how crazy you make me.”
“Kai,” you whimper, cheek pressed up against the cold brick wall, “You’re hard.”
“I’m hard?” Kai sneers. “Yes, I’m hard! I’m hard ‘cos you look so fucking sexy in this dress; Fuck, I love your body. Did you wear this for me?”
You’d been telling yourself you didn’t, but you did. You absolutely did.
“Dressed up all pretty for me yet you’re letting other men call you baby? Sounds like you just want me to punish you. Is that what you want? For me to punish you?” he grabs the pudge of your hips with greedy hands, guiding you back to grind harder against him. “You know, I thought you couldn’t take it. Thought you wouldn’t be able to handle me. But now I think you deserve to be put in your place, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Hyuka…” You keen, his childhood nickname sounding filthy when spoken like this. Kai bucks his hard on right against your clothed slit, burrowing his head in the hollow of your neck to mouth and pant hotly at your skin.
“Fuck you’re wet, I can feel it. Say it. Say you want me to ruin you.”
He’s right; your pussy’s dripping. You’ve never felt this needy before in your life, and Kai hasn’t even touched you. You’re a little afraid of how you’ll feel when he does.
Your mind flashes back to your dreams, vivid scenes of being underneath Huening as he tore you apart completely, made you feel raw and alive in ways you didn’t think you ever could. You crave to feel even just a fraction of what you did in your dreams, finally make them a reality.
Your body craved his touch, heightened by being starved of it for so long.
“Ruin me, Kai, please.” you beg, and you mean it. “Break me.”
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content warning: porn without plot, threesome, afab!reader, jun and soob take turns, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (WRAP it before u tap it pLS) oral sex (m & f receiving), masturbation (m), voyeurism, lots of bodily fluids, sloppy seconds, pussy slapping, recording, choi soobin has a big dick, slight objectification, soobin calls reader a slut while yeonjun calls reader sweetheart LOL, lmao yeonjun is more romantic than soob here he might be a little in love, pussydrunk!soob, yeonbin bickering, sexual tension if you squint, probably forgot some just let me know, NOT PROOFREAD it's like 5am here and im tired
wc: 3.1k
song rec: just a little bit by kids of 88 (hello teen wolf fans!)
"That's it, take Yeonjun's cock like a good slut."
"F-fuck," the older man threw his head back at the way you clenched around his girthy cock, hot, slick, and greedy. He rolled his hips into yours, making you cry out through your panties stuffed in your mouth to muffle your moans. "Seriously, we can't just be friends anymore after this - ah - I'll lose my shit thinking about your pussy all day."
From his seat by the dresser, Soobin tightened his grip on his stiff cock, already leaking precum. He watched Yeonjun's cock slam in and out of your pussy. The older man liked to pull out completely, drag his length along your clit until you whined helplessly, then ram it back in, punching a cry out of you. Soobin licked his lips and listened to the symphony of his best friends' sweat slicked skin smacking against each other, the squelches each time Yeonjun's cock pummeled your wet hole, your muffled whining, and Yeonjun's pornographic moans.
Soobin found it delicious to watch, but he couldn't deny he wanted to ruin you just as badly as Yeonjun did, too. Raw you like an animal in heat, abuse your wet pussy and fill it deep, dripping with a mix of his and Yeonjun's hot semen.
You ripped the panties from your mouth and began gasping loudly. Yeonjun could feel your hot cavern pulsate around his length, locking him in a vice-like grip. His hips began to stutter, erratic in his movement. Soobin leaned forward just slightly. He knew what was coming and decided to edge himself a little bit, letting go of his dripping cock. As he slowly licked the slick off of his palm, Soobin suppressed his eyes from rolling back, watching the scandalous scene unfold in front of him.
Yeonjun’s mouth hung open in ecstasy, eyes shut tight, reveling in the sensation of your pussy clenching around him.
“So,” pant, “fucking,” pant, “good.” Your best friend punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, allowing streak after thick streak of cum to coat your walls. You could’ve sworn the intensity of your orgasm drove you insane. Warm and sticky fluid flooded your hole, covering his cock and meeting his release. Your legs and thighs buzzed with pleasure, and your hole felt so raw. The sensation in your womb was both sensual and dirty. So filthy.
“What a filthy slut,” Soobin groaned, sucking in air through clenched teeth. “You like being pounded by your best friend’s cock?”
Lost in pleasure while Yeonjun fucks the remainder of his semen into you, you manage to let out a weak “Yeah.”
The man behind you slows his thrusts and eventually slips out of you. Soobin looks up at him, and they exchange sly looks. Soobin stands up, shucking off the rest of his clothes, leaving his cock proudly on display. You were in huge trouble.
“Wanna make it two of your best friends’ cocks? Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, too?” Soobin leaned in close, eyes dark, and spanked your ass. You screamed in surprise, feeling Yeonjun’s cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.
“Answer me, slut.”
“Y-yes,” you groaned, glassy eyes begging him to cream inside you, “I w-want all your cum in m-my pussy, Bin-ah.”
Yeonjun was spent. He moved to the chair and reached for his phone. You had an inkling of what was going to happen next.
“Jun-ah,” Soobin called while manhandling you onto your back, not caring about the cum that poured out of your hole, “get back here and take a video of your mess first.”
Yeonjun hummed and sauntered over, phone in hand with the flash on. Both men pushed your thighs apart, leaving your dripping snatch exposed. “So wet and full of my cum,” the older man watched the screen closely as three of Soobin’s fingers invaded your hole, fucking the slick back inside. He slapped your pussy, earning a moan from you. Smrking, he did it again, watching the strings of your arousal stretch out as he pulled his hand away. You whined out his name, embarrassed by the wet sounds coming from your folds.
“Bin, I ate her out earlier before you walked in,” Yeonjun smirked. “She’s so fucking tasty, exactly like we imagined.”
Shit, how long have these two been planning to get in your pants? Since you started coming over to their apartment? Since you accidentally flashed them at the pool? That one spin the bottle game where you had to make out with Yeonjun?
Or that incident at the movie theater where you caught Soobin touching himself through his pants during a sex scene? You moaned, remembering that smirk he gave you back then and the way he continued palming his cock.
If you’d gotten the hint back then, you could’ve been cumming on their cocks much sooner.
“‘M gonna eat this pussy out first, dyin’ to taste you.” Soobin hasn’t gotten started yet, but his words slightly slurred together, as if he was already pussydrunk by the thought of drowning in your arousal. He flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. He hummed as he savored your slick fluids coating his tongue, while you cried out like a bitch in heat. Fuck their neighbors; you were getting the best head of your life tonight.
“Still dripping so much after being used as Junnie’s cumdump?” Soobin tutted, “You’re insatiable.”
His head disappeared between your legs as he began sucking on your hole, as if trying to drink up the filthy mixture of yours and Yeonjun’s cum. You screamed when he stuck his tongue inside and forced the wet muscle to explore your pussy. Yeonjun had to switch hands to hold the camera steady and place the other hand on your abdomen to keep you from thrashing around in pleasure. His best friend was too pussy-drunk to mind you pulling his hair, thirsty for more of his tongue action.
“Y/N’s so greedy,” Yeonjun remarked. “Soobin, wanna teach her a lesson?”
The younger man only responded by withdrawing his tongue and laving it over your clit before sucking wetly.
He scooped up the dripping mix of arousal from your hole and pulled out his soaked digits to hold them up for his friend, all the while keeping his hot tongue on you. Yeonjun hungrily wrapped his plump lips around Soobin’s fingers, suckling on them lightly to get a taste of yours and his own cum. Admittedly, you would’ve enjoyed the erotic scene of the two men if it weren't for Soobin’s relentless attack on your folds. Each stripe that he pressed onto your sensitive snatch brought you closer to the edge.
Yeonjun let go of the other’s fingers with a lewd pop and resumed filming the same fingers plunging inside you again.
The older man watched in amusement, eyes drifting to see your fucked out expression, body covered in sweat from fucking him earlier. You met his piercing gaze. He slowly moved the phone towards you, recording your sorry state for them to beat their cocks to later. Much to your surprise, he delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. The loving gesture reminded you for a split second that you were close friends.
Close friends that somehow ended up this way.
The sweet gesture was quickly swept away by the sight of Yeonjun licking his lips. He watched you with blown pupils and spoke.
“Who’s making you feel this good, baby? Hm?” He asked in a low voice, tongue grazing the shell of your ear.
“Y-you!" you moaned, hips grinding into Soobin’s face. His moan sent vibrations through your pussy. “You and S-Soobin-ah! So good I’m gonna cum!”
“Then cum.”
At that, Soobin, who had been carefully tracing little circles on your bundle of nerves, latched his lips onto your clit and resumed his frenzied sucking while pounding his fingers into your slick. He shook his head from side to side, the movement intensifying the rough drag of his tongue on you. The salacious squelching, lewd moans, and smell of sex permeated the air again. You screamed brokenly while creaming all over his mouth. Yeonjun held the camera right above the both of you, capturing the sexual act in all its glory.
You tried to make eye contact with the camera, but Soobin’s persistent licking at your spent folds kept your eyes rolling back so much you thought they would get stuck that way.
You came down from your high, and Soobin polished off his meal, greedily sucking every last drop from your hole and his own fingers. Fuck, your best friends could keep your legs twitching for days on end. You wouldn’t mind that one bit.
Damn, you need both of them in you.
Soobin was a mess. His bangs stuck to his forehead from the sweat and juices on his face, but his gaze was eager, showing no signs of fatigue from your earlier activities.
“Time for my cock, babe. Take it like the slut you are, alright? I’ll make it fit.” He gripped his length and pumped it, lining it up with your hole before entering you.
The stretch was incredible. Without a doubt, he was thicker than Yeonjun. It was as if you felt every ridge, every vein that bulged from his dick as he sank further and further into you. When he bottomed out, Soobin could hardly hold himself back from pulling back and slamming in.
Embarrassingly, you heard the squelch of your juices as Soobin adjusted his position while you got accustomed to the size of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned “Gonna fuck you stupid on my cock, slut.”
And he began pummeling into you a lot more forcefully than Yeonjun did. His technique was desperate, messy, and a little insane. You had half a mind to be a little scared that he might break you.
“Fuck! S’big and so good, Soobin!”
Still sensitive, you moaned out his name. He satisfied his oral fixation by sealing his lips over your tit, moaning into your burning flesh. His thrusts were fast and harsh, barely giving you time to breathe, so you had no choice but to bask in the sensation of Soobin’s dick abusing your pussy.
The wet sounds of your skin meeting were also affecting Yeonjun, who began groaning like a pornstar again. His other hand traveled to his now fully hard cock and began stroking again, his eyes flickering between the scene recorded on the screen and reality. The older man fixed his gaze on the sight of you and Soobin’s hips meeting. He watched it all—the way his cock disappeared into your cunt, the wetness that accumulated around his friends’ lower halves as you both kept meeting each other's thrusts.
The way Soobin speared you on his cock like a toy, he treated you like his personal cumdump. He released your tits from his mouth and joined Yeonjun in watching his dick plunging into your heat, each time emerging a lot wetter than the last.
In between pants, Soobin said something that made you clench harder around his pulsating length, “Yeonjunnie, fuck her mouth. Make her take both of us at once.”
At least Yeonjun had the decency to ask you, “Would you like that, baby? Want me to cum down your throat, too?”
Halfway through a moan, you nodded furiously. It took too much energy to form coherent words, but you tried for him.
“P-please,” you choked out, “Wan’ it in my m-mouth.”
“Good girl,” Yeonjun praised, positioning your head so you hung slightly from the edge of the bed. You watched with lidded eyes as he collected his arousal from the tip with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone and stroked himself with it. He tapped his veiny cock against your waiting lips. “Gonna pump my cum down your throat now, beautiful.”
Eagerly, you wrapped your lips around the older man’s tip, giving it a little suck before allowing him to thrust the rest of his length down your hot mouth. Both the taste of your cum and his from earlier still lingered on his skin, and you moaned around him as you realized this. You took into your hands what your mouth couldn’t take, twisting them while relaxing your muscles to take him deeper.
Yeonjun barely captured your sinful position on camera before he dropped his phone, sending it clattering to the floor.
They should really set up a tripod next time.
Next time.
He quickly became erratic in his movements. He couldn’t believe his wettest, wildest dreams came true tonight. He threw his head back in ecstasy while you swallowed him whole, sweat running down his chest and the sides of his face.
Fuck, fuck, and what if he looked at his best friend right now-
Soobin, still pummeling relentlessly into your battered cunt, stared right back at him. They held eye contact while thrusting into both your holes, chests heaving from the pleasure that drowned their hot bodies and addled their lust-ridden minds. For them, nothing else existed in this moment except for the sound of their skin repeatedly coming in contact with your holes, the squelch of juices and spit, the scent of sex, the buzz that lit their lower halves on fire, and the humid air that sent perspiration dripping down their bodies to your equally spent one.
“Think you can last longer than me, Jun-ah?” The younger challenged, pulling out almost completely then slamming back into you forcefully. You whined around Yeonjun’s cock.
“Huh,” the older huffed, “I’ll even let her ride me after this, then I’ll fuck her in front of that mirror Y/N and I bought together over there.”
Soobin spared the dirty floor-length mirror a glance, “Yeah? You’re nasty. I could guess how many times your conceited ass came all over that thing.”
Yeonjun’s hand found its way to your throat, groaning when he saw the slight outline of his cock. “You’re nastier, Bin-ah. You hide Y/N’s sweaters whenever she comes over and cum all over them at night, dirty perv.”
Again, you let out another moan and desperately humped against Soobin’s hips, trying to get his dick deeper into you. All the dirty confessions they’re making in front of you made you gush out more juices. Soobin clicked his tongue and suddenly pulled out of you, taking a moment to appreciate the sticky strings of arousal that connected his member to your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact and Yeonjun was quick to thrust that down your throat again.
Meanwhile, Soobin pushed your knees up to your chest and aligned his cock with your entrance.
“Little slut wants more?” He sneered, “I’ll give you more, then. We’ve got all night.”
He sheathed his cock in the deepest he could go, invading your folds once more and pushing your juices in. Soobin let out the hottest, most desperate moan he’s made so far and began panting again. His hips moved at a rapid pace, causing clear-white fluid to form around where the base of his cock and your pussy met. You could feel the wetness spread further on your thighs and pour onto Yeonjun’s sheets.
The older man watched this development greedily, pulling out of you momentarily to give you room to rest and moan loudly as Soobin abused your leaking hole. Seeking leverage, you felt around until your hand found Yeonjun’s thigh. He grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling them in his fingers, causing them to harden. You sobbed, grasping at his thigh tighter.
“Yeonjunnie,” you gasped, “c-cock…”
He quickly complied, pushing his hips back into your mouth to receive the pleasure your tongue and cheeks gave him.
You moaned around Yeonjun’s cock, but you could hear the latter scoff at the statement.
Soobin delivered a harsh slap to your ass, making you impossibly tighter, your juices and tightness simultaneously sucking him in and pushing him out.
“Fuck, baby, your cunt’s so greedy ‘n hot.” He groaned, “Gonna stuff this pussy day and night so it’ll never be empty, you like that?”
It’s always a competition between these two, you thought.
“I’m close, sweetheart,” Yeonjun panted, pushing back his sweaty hair to bask in the feeling of you swallowing his dick. “Take it like the good girl you are, hm? Give me another thing to think about every night.”
Soobin’s mouth hung open in pleasure, but he still had the energy to roll his eyes at the older man. He began to indulge you in more dirty talk.
“What a complete slut. Already came around Junnie and me several times but can still give us more, hm? Gonna fucking pound this pussy until all you can cum around is our cocks, right?”
He laid his palm on your abdomen and used his thumb to draw figures on your clit. You keened.
Coupled with his erratic thrusts, thumb motions, and Yeonjun’s fingers on your pebbled nipples, you were suddenly flooded with a white-hot pleasure. Your body thrashed around to no avail as your two best friends held you in place.
The three of you were a sight to behold. Yeonjun’s cock twitched in your mouth, and he released thick spurts of cum in you as you moaned around him, letting him coat your tongue with his essence. You did your best to swallow, although you began to choke from the pleasure Soobin was giving you below.
The younger man ruthlessly snapped his hips into your wetness, ropes of cum shooting into your hole and kissing your cervix for the second time that night, filling you up with his hot semen. His moans came from deep within his chest, and you found that incredibly hot. You couldn’t see his face but imagined his blissed-out expression from emptying his balls in you.
In the middle if it all, your cunt met Soobin’s cum with your own, clenching uncontrollably while struggling to take in the semen Yeonjun spilled in your mouth. Each spurt into both your holes brought you closer to blacking out from the sheer pleasure.
The three of you relished in the sounds and sensations of your orgasms, the room a mess of moans and cries and squelches. Once they pulled out, your exhausted bodies went slack. Both men fell to either side of you on the bed, heaving deep breaths. Still abuzz with the effects of your orgasm, you became aware of yours and Soobin’s cum seeping out of your abused pussy. You could still feel the warm cum smeared on your chin, courtesy of Yeonjun.
On your left, the culprit quietly laughed and reached over to stroke your hair, “That was intense, baby. You okay?” he whispered, “Soobin did a number on you.”
You grinned weakly, “Says the one who first pulled me in here to eat me out.”
“Hey,” Soobin suddenly said, “We should do this again.”
“How soon?” Yeonjun smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You felt Soobin’s hand on your thigh, getting closer to your still-sensitive core.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
[ every single tape recorded for Criminal Conscience, listed in order ]
⎯ this series is still being updated !
Criminal Conscience contains sexual content. The fic portrays substance abuse and acting under the influence as well as both unhealthy and toxic relationships. It also includes other triggering topics such as attempted SA and violence/gore along with character death. ⎯ Each tape is carefully tagged with individual warnings, read them all properly before continuing.
this series has been revamped, find the archived version here.
[ wc: 58.5k and counting ]
📼 TAPE 01 ⎯ STAY AWAY FROM CHOI BEOMGYU
“Choi Beomgyu”, he says, the smirk on his lips widening as he does. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name. He was a stranger, not to mention one that Kayla had specifically warned you about not long ago. Still, this man intrigued you beyond limits..
📼 TAPE 02 ⎯ RED LIPSTICK STAINS
The red lipstick that you had accidentally brought along this morning, the one you were supposed to get rid of. It had been but a mere coincidence right… The way it had presented itself so nicely on your dresser earlier that day.
📼 TAPE 03 ⎯ TO KNOW IS NOT TO LOVE
The cool metal of his rings sting your naked skin as his hands caress your thighs. He’s silent, and for a moment you thought that he might be angry with you. But then his eyes lift to meet yours, they’re dark, but in the pale light of night, they seemed to be almost glowing. “Dollface?” His breath is hot against your legs.
📼 TAPE 04 ⎯ I DON'T SMOKE
He holds out the cigarette for you to take. Eyeing it with disdain for a moment, you decline by shaking your head, “I don’t smoke.” — Beomgyu cocks an eyebrow at you, “You’d be the first to decline.” He studies you for a moment, the corner of his lip twitching into a faint smirk. “But you’re the first of many things, dollface”, he says as he brings the cigarette to his lips.
📼 TAPE 05 ⎯ BLOODY BODIES
Immediately you jerk back, your gaze flitting down to your now stained fingers. It was fresh. “Oh my god”, is all you can muster and before he has the chance to object your hands are insistently bunching his shirt up above his chest. — “Dollface”, Beomgyu tries, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists but you merely shrug him off, all too focused on the blood smeared across his skin.
📼 TAPE 06 ⎯ A BUSINESS KIND OF DEAL
His lips stretch into a smirk when he notes the increasing frown on your face. “Think of it as a business deal”, he says as he motions toward the two of you. — “Business?” You echo, the confusion in your voice evident. Beomgyu nods, his tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. “No deals go through until both parties consent to it of course.”
📼 TAPE 07 ⎯ $5 FOR A ROLL
With slight reluctance you pluck the piece of paper from him, trembling fingers rolling it up and creating a makeshift straw. Beomgyu watches you with an amused smirk, his tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. You don’t say anything when you hand him back the now rolled dollar bill, and he doesn’t either as he takes it from you.
📼 TAPE 08 ⎯ PAYMENT FIRST
It’s not until he’s got one foot over the threshold that his father stops him. “Son.” The boy casts a glance over his shoulder, his dark eyes meeting his dad’s. “Payment first. Remember.” He quickly nods, but doesn’t bid his father farewell when stepping out onto the cold streets.
📼 TAPE 09 ⎯ TRUTH HAS TEETH
“This”, you begin as you pull out the plastic bag in which the knife rests, “Has your prints on it, your blood.” You push the bag forward, forcing him to see the truth laid bare before him — letting it sink its teeth into his skin. Do Hwan shifts uncomfortably on the chair, his hands retreating back into the arms of the hoodie as he avoids looking directly at the knife.
📼 TAPE 10 ⎯ HOW DO YOU PLEAD?
Beomgyu knows that you know.
Estimated release date: October 2025
📼 TAPE 11 ⎯ HE WHO IS NOT
Something is different tonight, he is different.
Estimated release date: October 2025
📼 TAPE 12 ⎯ THE WORLD YOU SHOULDN'T KNOW OF
"You don't know half of what you think you do", Duri hums.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 13 ⎯ TONGUE TIED
There was nothing left to say, was there?
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 14 ⎯ THE YEAR OF 2014
The boy knows he shouldn't open the door, but he does anyway.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 15 ⎯ THE BEGINNING OF THE END
He shouldn't have came back, but you're glad he did.
Estimated release date: November 2025
📼 TAPE 16 ⎯ MURDER IN THE FACE OF MAN
He had done something truly unforgiving.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 17 ⎯ TO GAIN, YOU HAVE TO LOSE
It was better this way, that's what you have to tell yourself.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 18 ⎯ IN THE FACE OF JUDGEMENT
"The jury has found the defendant..."
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 19 ⎯ BEOMGYU.
The last person he had expected on the opposite side of the interrogation room was you.
Estimated release date: December 2025
📼 TAPE 20 ⎯ A CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE
"What are you?"
Estimated release date: December 2025
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