ââââââ y/n has been playing genshin with âChrisâ whom she met one day on the game. Theyâve been voice chatting and playing together everyday. Sheâs an open book but chris.. she doesnt actually know anything about him.
sc: 14 !! from suvvra tysm for all the love on my other two posts itâs so sweet and Iâll try to make it more interesting and longer in the next part but my imagination needs some work đ
Synopsis a collection of oneshots exploring my take on skz as fratboys. PICK YOUR BROTHER(s) below.
Content Warnings 18+, minors dni! some fluff some angst, mostly smut. college au. fratboy!au. alcohol consumption, some drug use. mature language. expect sex, more chapter specific tags.
Word Count in progress
A/N i talked about this back in august and thought to myself, i should go ahead and do it (ohnanananana). i don't really have a set schedule for this, but i do have a series i'm currently working on so this will most likely be updated very sporadically. im motivated by positive feedback, comments, likes, reblogs, asks are encouraged and appreciated. if you would like to be tagged when a new part comes out, please comment below. and if you want let me know who you're looking forward to the most.
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE B.C
you've heard about ÎŁÎÎ's president, all good things. like how sweet he was, how hot he was, how big he was. never saw him until your friend wants you to accompany her to the university homecoming yard show and now you have a campus crush.
THE LIFE I DESERVE L.K
you were planning to just get through this semester, but you're paired up with a guy in a one-sided competition with ÎŁÎÎ's vice-president. a boy you've never seen before but find yourself acquainted with at a party and unfortunately for you he can be pretty competitive. going by his life motto: if you have something to gain, fight and win.
WHERE YOU BELONG C.B
things have been tense in the house since your relationship with ÎŁÎÎ's brotherhood chair began starting and stopping. with both of you completely in denial that this is unhealthy, he's forced to come to terms because it's bringing the guys down. he has to look out for his brothers, you understand right?
LEMONADE IN PISS POOL H.J
everyone has an idea about frat boys, and ÎŁÎÎ's secretary fits the bill well. your interactions however, completely out of your schema. he's sweet, kind, and only talking to you. it might just work, but he has an image to uphold and if the lemonade wants to be piss, well you just have to stop drinking it.
SUPERMAN PHENOMENON H.
finals are coming up, and you really need to pass this class. thankfully, ÎŁÎÎ's scholarship chair has made the dean's list every semester and tutors for every class he's taken prior. so, you pass and decide to celebrate at the party of the year. but wait-the geeky, prep dressed boy, can't be the same guy you've been dancing on...can it?
PARTY MONSTER F.X
your boyfriend decides a relationship is not something he wants to have when he's recently joined a frat, something about a college experience (surely you get it), heartbroken and betrayed you're dragged along with your friends to some party they heard about from ÎŁÎÎ's social chair. but don't worry, the best way to understand is through experience: go party like a frat bro and maybe experience his brother. you're sure to get it.
HE GOT A BROTHER? S.M
you and your roommate have no concept of tmi, you tell each other everything. so, when she tells you of her fling with one of the brothers of ÎŁÎÎ and you jokingly say "damn, he got a brother?" you're pointed in the direction of the frat's house manager. and you've never been more grateful for two people's pillow talk.
FREAKY SONIC I.N
you've never liked fuckboys. particularly, ÎŁÎÎ's treasurer. everyone adores him, nearly praises him. you want nothing to do with him, but a promise you make with your buddy felix, lands you at a party in the closest proximity you'd never find yourself in again with the very man you despise. just give him seven minutes, maybe he'll change your mind, he can be pretty convincing.
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
ââââââ y/n has been playing genshin with âChrisâ whom she met one day on the game. Theyâve been voice chatting and playing together everyday. Sheâs an open book but chris.. she doesnt actually know anything about him.
Synopsis a rough week causes problems, and you are the lucky girl who gets to solve them. play nice and you might not need to lift a finger; the solutions will unearth themselves.
Chapter Warnings 18+ minors do not interact, non-idol au, fake dating au, fem reader, drug usage, implied/stated oral sex m. receiving, alcohol consumption, implied sex under the influence, mention of violence, implied codependent relationship, homoerotic friendship (minsung), must stress, it's not romantic, implied mxm pia, mentions of violence, self-destructive behaviors, hostile work environment, mature language, mention of childhood trauma, sexual themes.
Word Count 5.2k
A/N hello, welcome to the first chapter of WGUMCD! just a little introduction to show dynamics, the series picks up heavily in the next part. remember the warnings from the masterlist. if you want i created a playlist of songs i thought of while writing out the draft. some songs may or may not have a connection to the series. i'm so excited for this series, i've been writing nonstop and have it all planned out. i'm so excited to see how you guys enjoy it, comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. you can also send your thoughts as an anonymous ask if you're feeling shy but want to give your thoughts. sorry if there are any errors or typos i missed. i hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it!
series masterlist series playlist
Dreams. Everybody has them. By definition a dream is a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal. For some thatâs all it stays, a dream. But for othersâŠâŠ.
âHello is this Y/N?â
âYes, this is herâ
âGreat, I loved your application and interview, and I just wanted to let you know that we have selected you for the role here McHanon Impressionâ
âWhat, oh my God, thank you thank youâ
Sometimes you can live the dream for so long, it becomes a reality. Reality is cruel, itâs when you find out the dream isnât all that itâs cracked up to be. The rose glasses come off, and the alcohol filled glasses come up. And up. And up. And eventually you can feel the dream again. Until even that doesnât stop the reality. The point is, sometimes dreams should stay dreams. After all, what goes up, must come down.Â
Heavy thumping of muffled music served as the soundtrack of the night. Once again, another party. Many groupies. Tons of drugs. Bottles of tequila and vodka opened and strown about in the room he managed to find himself in. Minho insisted on a welcome home party, despite only being gone for two days. He was down anyway, needing some sort of a distraction from his absolute trainwreck of a life lately. And if he was downing bottles, popping pills, or snorting lines, he wouldnât have time to think about it. Only vaguely remembering the girl he was practically fucking on the dancefloor, grounded solely by the throbbing in his pants.Â
His vision felt like an afterimage, led lights and a blur of faces. He felt hands rummaging his body, lips dancing over his skin. âFuck youâre so hotâ, a voice of a woman spoke. It echoed in his head, he couldn't even think of responding but his mouth was moving already without much thought. âIsnât he?â, another voice spoke, familiar. He felt hot, his heart was racing, but all he felt was bliss.
It was just what he needed, the week he had was shit. Last week he was arrested at this very lounge because some dick threw a drink at him and he swung on him. The dude knocked out and the security happened to only witness him absolutely socking the guy so they called the cops and kicked him out.
His buddy, Felix, owns the lounge so he fortunately wasnât banned, just got a bunch of shit when called to apologize for drama at the club. The only bad thing that came from it was the fact that it was bad press. He was used to it though, because that seems to be the only thing that comes out these days.
âCan I suck your dick?â, the first voice spoke. He faintly remembers nodding, but the rest of the night is a blur. He sits up on his couch, previously laying there trying to navigate what happened last night. His head was pounding with the feeling that it might explode. He decides that he might find answers on the news, if thereâs nothing, then nothing too crazy happened and he doesnât need to spend time trying to recall it. Using his brain was starting to hurt. He reaches to the coffee table and picks up the remote, turning on the 95ââ flat screen mounted above the fireplace, and then laid back down.
âIn other news, Jisung Han, lead singer of Ego Death, has been arrested and released on bond after an incident at The Pearled Smoke last week where he allegedly assaulted another patronâ
âMan, that kid is always in the news, remember when you turned on the TV and only saw him on Pisney?â
âYou know Tom, times are different sometimes people donât understand how to just be rich and successful, they have to throw their lives aw-â.
He sat up from his slouch on his plush velvet couch and grabbed the remote, scoffing and turned the TV off. âStupid ass news, donât know what the fuck theyâre talking aboutâ, he says, flinging the remote towards the wall. A loud smack and the sound of batteries and plastic clattering on the floor followed. Same thing every week and it would be a smart idea to just assume that perhaps he would learn and possibly change, but some things are unavoidable. He lets out a sigh as he gets up to fix a drink at his mini bar. His head was pounding and the background playing of his bandâs songs was starting to irk him.
He grabbed a glass from the cabinet, once he made it behind his bar. Placing two cubes of ice into it, sitting it on the counter. He was seconds away from pulling the top from the bottle, when the sound of someone clearing their throat broke through the noise he was accustomed to yet annoyed with. âA bit early for that, donât you think?â, Minho, his old costar, said. He sighed, âPlaying angel on the shoulder now?â, he said in an annoyed tone. Footsteps coming closer paused him further. Warm arms wrap around his waist and a faint kiss pressed against the nape of his neck. âWorried about you,âMinho mutters. He relaxes in the embrace and tears brim at his waterline.
âI canât deal with this shit anymoreâ, he admits. He feels like a kid again, the same kid that ended up in this exact situation nearly twelve years ago. After a big argument with his parents who didnât care that he was unhappy acting, only seeing him as a check that kept the lights on. One day on set after a scene, Minho found him breaking down experiencing a panic attack. They were 13 and 15 at the time and nothing changed since then. âWe can go out tonight, get your mind off it, but letâs not drink right now,â Minho spoke softly against his neck, ânot while youâre coming downâ, he finished. Jisung turns around in the hold, until their fronts are facing each other.
Minhoâs eyes search over his face, trying to figure out whatâs going through his head. âI need something, canât stop these thoughts, help me think of something elseâ, He says, voice soft nearly cracked. Minho only nods, closing the gap between them and attaching his lips to the manâs in front of him. It progresses quickly, in minutes, Jisung is lifted up onto the barâs counter, and his mind begins to clear. Two thoughts come to the front of the impending pleasure and the feeling that someone still loves him.
When they finish, Jisung clings. Arms wrapped around the sweaty base of Minhoâs neck, fingers playing mindlessly with the short hairs above it. Their breaths mingled with each other for a short while before he removed his arms and sat back with a sigh. âI still need a drinkâ, he said. The man in front of him let out a laugh, âOf course you doâ, Minho says, lifting a hand and ruffling his hair. The older man helps him get down and backs up so he has space. The stickiness of sweat and cum made his skin crawl. âFucking grossâ, he mutters out. âDonât be like that man, should be used to it by nowâ, Minho says in a faux offense.Â
Jisung cuts his eyes, and lets out a playful scoff before resuming what had been interrupted thirty minutes prior, tossing the melted ice into the sink and just pouring the brown liquid into the glass. He hears footsteps retreating as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a swig. Cherishing the familiar burn and placing the glass back onto the counter. âRemember, you got that meeting todayâ, Minhoâs distanced voice yelled. He glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, âFuckâ.
Your alarm blares throughout your empty room. Having just moved to a new city for the job you had only of actually landing. Freshly graduated and lucky to have been picked for the only intern spot at McHanon Impression, the notorious PR firm that helps make rocks, diamonds. Youâve heard from many inside sources that the intern position is just a title, youâd actually be working there and the next step is agent. They all start off the same with one test of worth, because the industry is not welcome to all, only the ones who want to be in. Itâs still a shock to you, people from your background donât typically get these types of opportunities unless you have an in. Youâre more than grateful and would do anything to keep this job. And anything you would do.
For the first couple months of your internship you sat quietly, outside, of meetings. Tasked with annotating meeting notes in a way so that there was only a summary for your supervisors and not a bunch of scribble notes in handwriting from a four year-old in a fifty year-oldâs body. But that only happened on good days. Typically , from the moment you clock in at 7 to the moment you clock out at 9, you are grabbing coffees and running errands (doing everyoneâs job that they donât want to do). You wouldnât have it any other way. Well except your supervisor, if she wasnât there, youâd have zero to no complaints.
Speaking of, âY/N, do you even hear me when I speak to you?,â She snaps. You offer her a soft smile, âSorry, I just have a lot in my he-â, you try to say before youâre cut off. âYou werenât hired for the thoughts in your head, Iâm not asking you to think, Iâm talking to you all you need to do is listenâ, she says releasing an exacerbated sigh. âYes maâam, Iâm sorryâ, you say fiddling with your fingernails.
âI know that muchâ, she says and begins to walk off. You roll your eyes internally. She stops in her tracks and turns, âthereâs an important meeting later, I want you nowhere near it, do you understand?â, she says. âYes maâamâ, you respond. A forced smile takes its place above her chin, and she turns to walk off again.
You checked the watch you had on your wrist and realized you had two hours until you could go for lunch. You let out a sigh and headed to your desk. You had to log that there was an important meeting later to serve as a reminder to your supervisor, despite the fact that she already knows. And despite the fact you got no other information outside of the fact that it was later, no specific time and no specific purpose.
Sometimes you wonder if this is something you actually want to do. Most of the job was just busy work, nothing about personal relations. You miss home, having moved nearly 1500 miles cross country for this opportunity. No one here treats you with any kind of respect. The only redeeming quality was the pay, 30 dollars an hour almost makes it feel worth it.Â
You make yourself busy, until the alarm you set goes off and you gather your things. You felt a sense of relief walking out of those two large glass doors. Your feet hit the ash pavement, and you took a deep inhale, taking a moment to gather yourself before you didnât have another chance to breathe. Letting it all out, your mouth tacked on a smile, and you walked to your car. You shivered a little on the short passage.
The wind was always unforgiving this time of year and you felt the chill in your bones. As you approached your car, you went to grab your keys from your purse, but your phone rang abruptly. You jumped, startled at the sudden noise, and fumbled around in your bag for your phone.
You managed to answer seconds before it would stop. âYes? Hello?â, you said, near breathless from the minor panic. The snarky voice youâve grown desensitized to hearing, blares through your speaker and you wince. âAnd just where the hell did you go? I told you we had a meeting or do you not actually want this job?â, your âsupervisorâ Kelly yelled.
âI-,You said to be nowhere near thereâ, you said. You heard her let out a deep sigh and you turned around heading back to the daunting building you managed to escape just a mere five minutes ago. âIf you arenât in the meeting room in five minutes, never come backâ, she spoke and then the tone of an end call beeped in your ear. Your heart dropped. It was always like this, but usually she had a bit more decorum to not do this at the company.
Never yelled (in front of others), so whatever that meeting was had to be pretty important. Earlier when you were grabbing files for a client, she mentioned a meeting to you and followed it up immediately with making sure you were nowhere in sight. When you got to the door you pulled out your badge to key in.
The office was in an uproar; there were people crowding everywhere. It wasnât completely unusual as this was the most high-profile Personal Relations firm in the industry. But if this was for the important meeting, just who was here? âThere you are, get in here, NOWâ, Kelly yelled. You hurriedly walked through the crowd of people into the room. Behind you, Kelly yelled to them to get back to work and closed the privacy curtains over the roomâs windows.
âThis is the first time everyone forgot we work with celebrities, Iâm sorry for the unprofessionalism, we worked with tons of celebrities but never someone like you sirâ, some guy from one of the other departments said. You took a moment to get acquainted with the current situation and as your eyes scan the room they stop. Landing on the man, sitting partially slouched in the dead center of the room. You recognized him, how could you not. He was on your tv screen as a child and in the tabloids every single week in different scandals. And not to forget mentioning, your very first celebrity crush. He noticed you staring and met your eye, prompting you to look away quickly and find a seat.
âItâs alright, Iâm used to itâ, he said. He sounded kind of slurred, and you tried not to immediately jump to the conclusion he was currently under the influence. The slightly older guy next to him, nudged him with a slight grimace. After that, he sat up and cleared his throat. The guy next to him began to speak, âItâs my understanding that youâve found a reasonable plan to help fix his image?â Your supervisor cleared her throat, âYes, Mr. Bahng, weâve deliberated and after looking at what most of the issue stems from, weâve decided on the best option that would be in Mr. Hanâs best interestâ, she said. âPerfect, weâd love to hear itâ, he responded.
It clicked to you, Mr.Bahng, the current CEO of All Around the World Entertainment. The important meeting is involving not just Jisung, but the label as a whole. And why are you here? âThe issue is that the public believes Mr.Han is unstable and is spiraling, no one wants to support that, along with his violent offenses. People feel that he is throwing his life away and is out of touch to the issues currently in the world, since he is rich and spending his money on parties, drugs, and âunnecessaryâ luxuriesâ, Kelly says. You look at him again and can tell he doesnât want to be here or hear any of how is being perceived. â-A relationship would be best in this caseâ, you hear.
You didnât catch the first part, as you were in your thoughts, but it snaps you back to the moment. âA relationship?â, Mr.Bahng questions. âYes, a relationship shows stability. The point is that the people will see that those unfortunate circumstances were just because he was in a dark place. A relationship means no more talks of mass distribution of NDAs, crazy parties, violent outburst, and a more human side of a man in loveâ, Kelly says. âAnd Iâm just gonna walk up to a girl and tell her to date me so she can save my image? Like that makes any sense, Iâm not faking shit for nobodyâ, he suddenly speaks up.
He goes to stand from his seat, but his CEO grabs at his arm, âJisung, donât, remember what we talked about?â You donât know what that was about, but he stops his actions to stand. âBut yes, I also have that question,â the CEO says. Kelly just smiles; she does that when she feels like what sheâs about to say might not be taken well.
âIâve found someone already who is willing to do soâ, she says. You glance at her, because not once did she have you find someone for her. âWho?â, Mr. Bahng asked. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you turned to the person it belonged to, eyes widening in confusion. âHer. This is Y/N, your new girlfriendâ, She says.
You sat snug against the door of the van you were told to get into. Apparently becoming a girlfriend means you have to leave immediately. Next to you Jisung sat nonchalantly, legs spread slouched down with no seatbelt. You didnât try to speak or make small talk because his vibes forbade you. Youâd been in the van for about 30 minutes driving to a destination no one gave you the courtesy of knowing. His phone pinged, with several message alerts and you glanced over at it. He looked down in his lap momentarily, seemingly checking the notification and then up at you.Â
You looked away from the screen and back towards the window. âYour name is Y/N, right?â, his voice broke the silence. You looked at him, face riddled with nerves and answered quietly, âYes.â he just nodded and looked away again. The silence fills the space for the remainder of the trip until you get to a grand building and pull into the driveway. He immediately grabs his phone rushing out of the van, not even waiting for the managers that just said âwhen we get there wait five minutesâ, just prior. You sit and wait like you were told and watch as the staff sigh watching him enter the building against their orders.
Is this really what heâs like? The thought bounces around your head, endlessly. Eventually everything that needed to be done prior to entering was done and someone came to collect you from the car. A younger guy with a fox-like gaze, âY/N?â, he said. You nodded and he led you from the car, inside. âWhere the fuck is he? Chris, I know youâre here; we left at the same time you piece of shitâ, you heard being screamed down the hall. Loud clattering and shatters were accompanying it. The only logical explanation was that it was Jisung.
âCalm down, man, itâs not personalâ, you heard, familiar. Mr. Bahng? âNot personal? THIS IS VERY FUCKING PERSONAL YOU DICK!â, Jisung yelled. âYOUâRE SUCH A FUCKING CHILD, THATâS WHY IT HAS TO BE DONE ANYWAY! BE FUCKING GRATEFUL I DIDNâT JUST DROP YOUâ, Chris yells back. The man who brought you in, who you still didnât catch the name of sighs. âWould you like a water or anything?â, he asks you. You look at him and shake your head, and he smiles. âOkay, Iâll have you wait here, follow meâ, he says. You look towards the hall again still hearing the screams and objects, before following him to a room.
While you were following you took some time to take in your environment. The walls were a sleek black, with many different floral accents. There was a marble sculpture at the end of the hall you were walking down and each different room and floor to ceiling glass windows. The floors are waxed white marble, something you notice when you walked in. the sound of your steps amplified instantly. âJust in here, it wonât be longâ, the man says to you, opening a door to a cozy office, matching the vibes of the rest of the building. You walked in and went to sit in one of the chairs facing the desk in the center back of the room. You heard the door close and footsteps retreating, so you took a moment to let out a breath youâve been holding.
This couldnât be real life. How could Kelly just say you agreed to whatever this was? Was this the test of worth you were told about? Would this even be able to work, with how explosive Jisung seems to actually be? Your thoughts come to a halt when you hear footsteps again. The door behind you opens and you turn your head towards the door. Mr. Bahng, er Chris, walks in followed by Jisung who seems to have calmed down. Noticing you practically staring, Chris puts on a smile. âHey, Y/N, right? I know this isnât sudden for you, but we have to talk about this relationshipâ, he says, going to take a seat behind the desk you were sitting in front of.
Your âboyfriendâ, takes his seat in the chair next to yours once again slouching and not really taking account of your presence. You sigh and put on a smile. âOkayâ, you say, giving your full undivided and sitting up straighter in the chair. âThe duration of this shouldnât take long, we just need him to fulfill his remaining two album agreements and then you two can âbreak upâ and go back to your livesâ, Chris says. For a moment you wonder why this wasnât talked about back at the firm, but when you remember how everyone was acting when they realized Jisung was in the building, it clicks.
He looks at Jisung, with eyes similar to how parents look at their children they just scolded. âPlay nice, it wonât be that long, just need people to love you again and buy your albumsâ, he told him. âYouâre bringing your band down with you and I know you love those guysâ, he follows up. Everything about this is ruining your perception. Your once untainted view of the beyond handsome man youâre seated in the chair next to, becoming murky as this goes on. âRemember this is fake, I owe you nothingâ, the man who only spared you a couple of words, finally says. You look at him offended, âAre you serious? Iâm doing you a favorâ, you say back.
He cuts his eyes at you, âYouâre doing it for yourself, Chris I canât do thisâ, he says and gets up. âTake her back, this isnât going to work,â he follows up, walking towards the door and reaching in his pocket. You stand up quickly, âWhat the fuck is your deal?â, you say. He ignores you and keeps walking towards the door. âThis is going to end in the exact way I know it will and the only person who will get anything out of this is everyone but meâ, he says. âDone being used, just fucking sue meâ, he says and walks out the door. This couldnât happen, this was your âworth taskâ, everything youâve worked towards ruined by him walking out of that door. Chris remains silent, a slight smirk on his face, like the situation is amusing when it is anything but.
You follow him out the door and realise heâs made it all the way down the long hallway. How fast is he walking? Thankfully heâs stopped at the end by the man you bought you in. âJeongin Iâm so fucking serious, if you donât fucking moveâ, Jisung says. âChill, you arenât gonna hit me, I know that muchâ, the man responds with a teasing sass. âJisung!â, you call out, face furious. He turns around face riddled with annoyed confusion and looks at you. Youâre nearly out of breath from the long strides you needed to catch up to him. âI donât know whatâs going on with you, but people have jobs. Just because you donât care about yours doesnât mean I donât care about mine. We. Are. Dating.â you said and he scoffs.
âI donât care about my job?â, he asks sarcastically. He backs up from Jeongin and walks towards you, âYouâre only here because I care about my job, I care so much about my job, people like you are trying to get me to care about it in a way you would. But Iâm not going to let people whoâve never lived my life tell me how I should or convince others Iâm living in a way they approve ofâ, he said. You stand there for a second unsure of what to say, because you understand his point. You sigh, âLook, like Chris said, this will be over if we just do what we have to do and be doneâ, you say. He laughs and shakes his head, âYou canât hear obviously, I'm gone, tell them you need a rideâ, he says. âSheâll be staying with youâ, a voice calls from behind you both.
Jisung looks up past you and smacks his teeth. âYou canât be seriousâ, he says. âVery serious, sheâs your very serious girlfriend and you both need to get a move on, paparazzi will be camping around in an hour, tell your friend to leaveâ, Chris says. Friend? Minho lives with him? Or does he already have a âgirlfriendâ? âWhy does he have to go?â, he says annoyed. Chris seemingly makes a face, because Jisung doesnât try to argue anymore, just smacks his teeth and turns to brush past Jeongin. You take the hint and follow after him.
âHey! Can you slow down?â, you say, having to hit near jog just to catch up to his walking pace. He of course ignores you and walks out the entry doors. They nearly close in your face, before you catch them and push them back outwards. âDude!?â, you say, speeding up and catching him as he walked to where you assumed his car was. He just sighs, pulling out his phone and doing something momentarily before putting it to his ear. You can hear faint ringing and the sound of someone speaking. âCanât tonight, but definitely tomorrowâ, he says.Â
âYeah, Iâll call you and let you knowâ, he continued. You feel nosey as you try to focus more into the conversation. You hear a faint âalright, iâll lock upâ, before he responds, âLove you man, drive safeâ and you can only assume the person on the other side answers respectively. He moves the phone from his ear and hangs up, before looking at you. You werenât super obvious, but you still felt caught. You approach a sleek obsidian Mercedes-Benz AMG C63SE, and stand in awe until the sound of him unlocking it snaps you out of your daze. he scoffingly laughs, before getting in the car and you make haste to get into the passenger seat before he decides to continue being an ass and lock you out.Â
You wish you wouldâve been able to eat. Your stomach grumbles the second you get in and close the door. He glances at you and you feel embarrassed. âDo you have allergies?â, he asks. You look at him dumbfoundedly, while shaking your head no. He doesnât respond, just turns his gaze towards the wheel and finally starts the car. The engine let out a low purr and the seatbelt detection dings started up instantly. You fasten the seatbelt instantly, not really enjoying the sound of the reminder. He lets out a low sigh, before fastening his own seatbelt and putting the car into reverse. Itâs when the bluetooth audio of his bandâs songs and his hand come to rest on the back of your headrest, while he decides to trust his own eyes to back up that it hits you.
You are fake dating your celebrity crush, in his passenger seat listening to his songs, headed back to his home. Your face feels warm and youâre suddenly very self conscious of the way you smell. Not that you stink or anything, just the fact that he smells heavenly. Despite his behavior not even ten minutes ago, you canât help but feel really excited. People dream of being in this position and youâre in it because you got the sole spot of the nation's best PR firm. Heâs so insanely handsome in real life and despite his vocal register in his songs, his voice was actually kind of deep. Youâre so deep in your thoughts you donât realize heâs already started driving on the road.
You hoped he would stop somewhere, but it wouldnât make such sense with the fact that he asked about your allergies. You check your phone to see a text from Kelly, telling you to call when you get somewhere private. Hopefully, she doesnât ask about what you just discussed at the record label, because it seemed intentional to not have had that conversation at the firm. But you donât want to potentially risk your job by not telling her. You sighed, feeling a little stressed out. The past couple hours were truly a lot for you, especially on an empty stomach. You decide to take advantage of the private proximity, speaking in a slightly elevated tone so he can hear you over the music, âIâm sorry for saying you donât care about your jobâ, you say.
He doesnât respond, but you donât want to give up because if you have to stay with him it would be preferable if at least there was some amicability. âIâve been a fan of you for a while, so I know just how passionate you are and it was completely wrong of me to say-â âCan you just, like, shut up?â, he says finally offering you a response. Your mouth closes and you look down at your hands for the duration of the ride. Mind drifting to the fact that you would have to share a living space with him until this was all over. The fact that you left your job to just come with him and have none of your things from your apartment. The fact that itâs very clear heâs not okay with this and you got off on the wrong foot.
The car begins to slow down, and he takes a turn. You look up from your hands to see the most beautiful home; youâve only ever seen on different forums about celebrity homes. A luxurious, modern Tuscan home with tall palms and a fountain in the entryway. You tried not to ogle at the home, but you couldnât help it. You didnât come from this and now (though by contractual obligation) you would be staying in it.
As he shifts the car into park and you see people attempting to hide through your peripheral, the situation truly comes crashing down. You have no clothes, you havenât eaten, you have to live with the man youâre âdatingâ who wants nothing to do with you, and the world will now believe you are in a relationship with him. You came here to pursue your dreams. The city sure has a funny way of doing it.
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
easing back into writing now, what a crazy first half of the year lmao. i want to do both but i feel i should focus on one and then the other so as to not overwhelm myself what should i do first?
?
the semester i met skz (fratboy!skz smutty oneshots)
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
âAnd so I told them to just come with us, weâre basically familyâ, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. âOh thatâs lovely honey, Iâm glad we finally worked one outâ, your dad said. Worked one out? âThey said the same, I canât believe weâve never done thisâ, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, itâs not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, itâs just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.Â
So itâs not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but itâs awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. Itâs apparently been a life mission after you and the neighborsâ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, itâs just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you donât want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasnât really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just canât go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesnât seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you donât understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? âY/N, Chris will be there, I know you havenât see each other in forever so youâll be each otherâs buddyâ, your mom said. âDoesnât he have siblings?â, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, âBaby, theyâre young and they wonât be coming. Theyâre overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of itâ, she said. That confused you. A family trip? âSpontaneouslyâ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris werenât?
You sighed, âMom can you at least have some tactâ, you say. Your dad laughs, âLook sweetheart, heâs a good kid no oneâs saying to date him but you try to have fun you knowâ, he says. âI just thought it would be us spending time togetherâ, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. âDonât be like that, weâll spend timeâ, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. âOh, Y/N itâs so good to see youâ, Mrs. Bahng. âItâs good to see you tooâ, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
âY/N! Howâve you been, I hope schoolâs going wellâ, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. âIâm well and it has been, how about you.â, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. âCanât complain, everyoneâs doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finallyâ, he says gesturing. You look to where heâs gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked aboutâogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You donât know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. âCome on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of yearâ, your dad says. You break your âstareâ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. Theyâd flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you werenât complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resortâs dining room, youâre sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
âGood morningâ, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, âmorningâ. It goes back to the silence youâre used to. Until he decides to speak again. âTheyâre being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?â he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. âYou know people often accuse others of what theyâve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a âdateââ, you say in response. He beams, âa date huh? And here I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfastâ, he said. âI donât think itâs a dateâ, you say in offense.
Though it doesnât have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldnât be entirely opposed to it being a date, if thatâs what it actually was. He doesnât respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You donât mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he couldâve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. âGood morning, what can I help you withâ, the receptionist asks. âWhere can I find the event schedule?â you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, âthereâs a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you upâ. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didnât even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didnât walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would âconvenientlyâ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.Â
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe itâs good that the Bahngâs are here on this trip. No. You wonât allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but thatâs it. But based on the way your âfeelingsâ, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you canât face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldnât believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve âproblemsâ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasnât actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now youâre thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but theyâve already said theyâd be busy. âY/N, itâs meâ, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.Â
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. âI know youâre up, come with me to the gymâ, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. âYou went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to comeâ, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, âSeemed like you wanted to come yesterdayâ, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It canât possibly mean anything to him can it? âHmm, stuck on your mind huh?â, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. Youâre caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. Heâs just looking around your room, as if he didnât have the same layout a room over. âWhyâd you ditch me for our date?â, he asked. You scoff, âYou canât be seriousâ, you said.
âSo serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a secondâ, he said with a pout. âYou left and didnât even say bye, plus it wasnât a dateâ, you say. âOh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?â, he asked mockingly. You groaned, âYouâre kind of an ass, you know that?â, you say. âYeah?â, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, âI think you should drop the frontâ, he says. âThe front?â, you ask. âYouâre so obvious, if you donât like me itâs definitely somethingâ, he says. You ignore him, âIf Iâm supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?â, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. âYeah, go change in your bathroomâ, he says. âBut this is my room, how about you leaveâ, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? âSo you can ditch me on our date again?â, he asked. Date? âDate?â, you actualized the thought. âYeah, get dressedâ.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldnât be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he âspottedâ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. âArch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like thatâ, he said âfixingâ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time youâre there. On the walk back, itâs silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. Itâs obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you werenât speaking because you didnât know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. âStill got energy?, thought we burned it all?â, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didnât say anything crazy. Whatâs going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. âIâm gonna take a shower, catch you laterâ, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what heâs doing, that much is clear now. But you canât call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that donât have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, youâre not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like youâre gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe youâll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you wouldâve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, todayâs Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didnât even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. âOkay, everyone thatâs still standing Iâm putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.â, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.Â
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, âHey, Iâm Chris, but you know thatâ, he says. You stiffen, ârelax, itâs just me, or maybe thatâs why you canâtâ, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. âShut upâ, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. âAgainst the rules, we have to talk love, itâs a speed dateâ, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. âMassaging you, duhâ, he says. âNoâyouâre being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlierâ, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, âSeems thatâs what you want it to beâ, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. âY/N?â, he checks in. You donât respond, you donât know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you donât want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. Iâm so stupid. You needed to get dressed, itâs Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You donât want to go there and face them, theyâll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You donât want him to know. Itâs pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You canât even feel mad at him, heâs not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldnât bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. Itâs him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. âYou didnât walk with Chris?â, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, âno mom, why would I?â, you ask with a âlaughâ.
âItâs been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and youâre telling me nothing is happening?â, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. âOh, there he is, Merry Christmas my sonâ, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you arenât too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of âloversâ, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. âY/N, sweetie, did you hear me?â, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, âBaby, are you okay?â, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,â you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? âOh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eatingâ, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. âWhatâs with the laugh son? Were you both up âwatching christmas moviesââ, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husbandâs arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didnât notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, âI don't feel well, Iâm going to try to get some more sleepâ, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, âOk, sweetheart, weâll bring you something backâ, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you canât help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. Youâre completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start âseeingâ âitâ and the âitâ isnât even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn theyâre unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. Itâs all out there now, you canât hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They werenât coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isnât that serious. You said you werenât going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. âI was looking for youâ, he said. You turn back around. You really donât have time to be included in his boredom. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, youâve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlierâ, he says in a voice laced with frustration. âThis is so low of youâ, you say. He scoffs, confused, âLow? Asking if youâre okay is low?â, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, âYes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is lowâ, you say. He sucks his teeth, âWhat are you even talking about?â, he asks. âThis whole trip, youâve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me Iâm taking it that way?!â, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
âBut itâs my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because itâs funny to you that our parents want it. You werenât flirting with me, thatâs just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think itâs ridiculous tooâ, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. âCan you leave?â, you ask him.
He doesnât respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. âYou like me?â, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. âSeriously, thatâs what this is about? you like me and you think Iâm playing with your feelings?â, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. âBecause I said it seems like you want it to be that?â, he asks. You look to the side he isnât sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
âBecause none of my girlfriends last? Thatâs not fairâ, he says. You look at him, âHowâs it not fairââ âthey never last because of youâ, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. âBecause Iâve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the timeâ, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. âYouâve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to comeâ, he continued.
âWhen I noticed you were interested in me, I didnât want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didnât want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, Iâm not playingâ, he said. âOur parents are only that bad because of me, Iâm not acting like this because of my parentsâ, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly canât feel that heâs lying. âAre you serious?â, you ask. âDeadâ, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
âCan I kiss you?â, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. Itâs a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and heâs there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. âWas that okay?â, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic youâd sound if you speak. âCan I kiss you again?â, he asks. You canât help but to say, âYesâ. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. âFuck your lips are so softâ, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, âyou okay?â, he asked. You nodded, âItâs hot, letâs get outâ, you say. Itâs like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. âYeah it isâ, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
Heâs right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. Youâre pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. Heâs peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. âWait-Chris?â, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
âAre we escalating things here?â, you ask. âIf you want to, we donât have toâ, he says. âWe can go back to our room, I wasnât expecting I-â âNo! No, I want to, I justâ, that huge windowâ, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. âItâs okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and treesâ, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, âwe can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise Iâll still want you if we leave here and go backâ, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
âYouâre right though, no one should walk byâ, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. âDonât think I can walk that far, need you nowâ, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. âPleaseâ, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. âSo wet babyâ, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where youâre excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. âOh, fuck, please pleaseââ âshhhh, I know let go when you want to babyâ, he says.
âFeel perfect, havenât even felt inside, can I?â, he asks, you nodded quickly, âyes yes, fuck Chrisâ, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. Youâve always looked at them and noticed things you werenât proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.Â
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. âOh!â, you moan near breathless with a pitch. âThatâs right, let go, feels so good, yeah?â, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know itâs enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesnât hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. âTaste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?â, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think youâll die if he doesnât fuck you. âLater, need you insideâ, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, âfuck, youâre perfectâ he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. âPussyâs pretty tooâ, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, âYou feel goodâ, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, âlike when I praise you huh?â, he asks. âYesâ, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. âFuckâ, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
âTaking me so well, knew you wouldâ, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. âFuck, Iâm so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you foreverâ, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
âShit, squeezinâ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk meâ, he groaned, you clenched. âYouâre dangerous baby, canât do thatâ, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didnât mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. âCum, iâm gonna cum!â, you whine out. âThen come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to meâ, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Waitâyou love him?Â
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. âYou feel okay?â, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, âso okayâ, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. Itâs calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. âI love you tooâ.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each otherâs arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. Itâs the last day of the trip, youâd go home today. âWe should get upâ, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. âIn a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longerâ, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.Â
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. âOk, come on, we got to get upâ, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. Itâs a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasnât a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.Â
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. Youâre glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. âI got itâ, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, âwanted to hold your bags when we got hereâ, he said taking them with his own. You donât argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.Â
When you step into the dining room your parents canât believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. âChristmas miracleâ, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. âIâm glad we cameâ, he says. You nod, âI do tooâ, you say. âSee you at home, neighborâ, he says. You laugh, âsee you at homeâ.Â
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
thanks for 1k notes!! iâm overjoyed that it received this much love !! while writing it i had some doubts and had to start over a bunch of times, iâm seeing its worth it though. :))
warnings: unprotected sex; fingering; oral sex (f!receiving); dirty talk; praising; use of toys; bondage; face sitting; ice play; dry humping; allusion to masturbation; orgasm denial; edging; squirtingÂ
summary: after arguing about who would be the one to give the biggest orgasm, they come to the same conclusion: to really know, it would have to be with the same girl. what if that girl were you?
a/n:Â i read whoâs who? (sex edition) by @ddyskz a long time ago and i LOVED IT. i wanted to end kinktober with a bang, so here you go, a lot of smut, porn without plot, and pure chaos
a/n2: i wrote this across different nights and i proofread it, but there might be some mistakes and notes to myself that i write while editting (like "change this part" or "add this here") that i missed, if you see them... mind your business (joking đ)
the dorm smells like fried chicken and takeout, wrappers and containers covering almost every inch of the table. chan keeps swatting at jeonginâs hand because heâs stealing fries off everyoneâs plate, while seungmin sits back with that smug little grin that says heâs got enough food piled in front of him to last three days. changbin is the one who insists someone should clean as they go, but heâs also the first to spill sauce down his shirt, which earns a round of groans and laughter that doesnât stop for a good two minutes.
you sit next to felix, who is leaning into you in his usual lazy way, like youâre his pillow. your sides ache from laughing, and your cheeks feel hot from the drinks, nothing too heavy, just enough to loosen everyone up. the day off tomorrow feels like a gift, a chance to breathe after the nonstop rehearsals.
âi swearâ, changbin says through a mouthful of chicken, âif i have to hear âfrom the topâ one more time, iâm quitting. iâm gone. iâll disappearâ
âand you will do what?â, han teases, pointing his chopsticks at him, âbecome a bodybuilder? a food critic? youâd last three daysâ
âthree days longer than you, crybabyâ, changbin shoots back, but thereâs no heat in it, just another excuse for the group to fall into laughter again.
the night stretches on like that, the table slowly clearing, the bottles emptying, the jokes getting sillier and the edges of everyone softening. when the food is gone, chan claps his hands, and tells everyone to move to the living room.
the sofa and floor cushions turn into a pile of bodies, knees knocking, heads leaning. felix curls up in the corner, his arm brushing yours whenever he gestures too wide. jeongin ends up stretched across the rug with a throw pillow hugged to his chest, eyes half-lidded but still laughing at every dumb thing hyunjin says.
the tv is on in the background, some late-night variety show first, then a movie no one bothers to change. it plays just for noise, filling the gaps between conversations.
âiâm telling youâ, seungmin says, âif the choreographer makes us run that one sequence again, iâm breaking his kneecapsâ
âdonât say that while iâm drinkingâ, you laugh, choking a little on your sip, and han pats your back, making an exaggerated face of concern.
âwow, violent seungmin unlockedâ, felix giggles, his cheek pressed into your shoulder.
you roll your eyes, but your smile wonât leave. everything feels easy, warm, safe. and then, without warning, the room shifts.
on the screen, a man groans, low and drawn out, and everyone turns their head at the same time. the volume had been creeping up without anyone noticing, and now it fills the dorm: the wet sound of a tongue, a high-pitched whine, the slick, messy soundtrack of sex. the camera shows a man between a womanâs thighs, his face buried, his hands gripping her hips like sheâs the only thing anchoring him to earth.
and sheâs coming apart. loud. shaking. her cries echo in the room, shameless and broken, as he makes a whole performance out of her orgasm, dragging it out until sheâs arching so hard her head hits the pillows.
the dorm goes silent for a beat.
then-
âoh my godâ, seungmin blurts, bursting into laughter so hard he doubles over.
âwhat the fuck-â, hyunjin gasps, covering his mouth, though his eyes are wide and fixed on the screen.
âheâs- look at him!â, han wheezes, pointing at the tv., âheâs acting like heâs getting graded on this!â
â10 out of 10 performanceâ, felix says through giggles, his face red, âgive the man an oscarâ
changbin leans forward, squinting at the screen, then shakes his head, âno, no, no. theyâre exaggerating. nobody can make someone come that hard just from that. not like thatâ
âyou sure about that?â, chan teases, raising a brow, and the group dissolves again, everyone talking over each other - half disbelief, half jokes, all of it loud.
you sit back, laughing with them, but your stomach twists at the scene still playing, your mind running just a little faster than your voice. the sound of the girlâs broken cries, the way she looks wrecked and gone - something about it lodges under your skin, hot and sharp, even as the boys keep throwing comments, one after the other.
han throws his head back, cackling, âcome on, thereâs no way thatâs real. theyâre putting on a show for the cameras. no one actually shakes like thatâ
âdonât underestimate techniqueâ, minho says, smirking, eyes still on the screen, âsome guys know exactly where to touch, where to lick, and they can drag it out for as long as they want. she looked wrecked, but not fakingâ
âif youâre saying that, minho, it sounds like you may have been doing it in secretâ, felix teases, poking minhoâs arm until he swats him away.
changbin scoffs, leaning back into the cushions with his arms crossed, âplease. if weâre talking about making a girl come like that, iâd win. hands down. iâd have her screaming so loud the neighbours would complainâ
the dorm erupts into groans and laughter.
âbold of you to assume anyone wants to hear you grunt through itâ, seungmin deadpans, still grinning, âitâs technique, not forceâ
âand you think youâd be better?â, changbin shoots back.
âobviouslyâ, seungmin says smoothly, though his ears tint pink when the others hoot at him.
âdonât start, minnieâ, hyunjin chimes in, running a hand dramatically through his hair, âwe all know iâd make her fall apart the fastest. look at me. iâd have her shaking just from kissing her neckâ
âfastest doesnât mean bestâ, chan points out, amused, âitâs not about making her come quick. itâs about making it last, a big oneâ
you laugh along with the others, hugging a cushion to your chest, but your pulse stutters at chanâs words. not fastest. biggest. the thought tugs at something low in your stomach, sticky and insistent.
âno, no, iâm telling youâ, han interrupts, pointing at himself with both thumbs, âiâd wreck her. youâve heard my tongue when i rap. imagine that, but down thereâ
the room bursts into chaos at that, everyone groaning, jeering, throwing napkins at him, but han only grins wider.
âheâs not wrongâ, felix giggles, voice muffled in your shoulder, âhis tongueâs insaneâ
âfelix!â, han screams, delighted, and hyunjin claps his hands like heâs just heard the best joke of the night.
you bite your lip, hiding your face in the cushion for a moment. your thighs squeeze together, almost unconsciously.
jeongin, quiet until now, clears his throat, âisnât it kind of pointless to argue? like, every girlâs different, right? so maybe one of you could make her come hard, but another guy could do the same thing with another girl and it would be different. you canât compareâ
âtrueâ, chan says, thoughtful, âdifferent people, different bodies, different reactionsâ
âunlessâ, minho says slowly, his smirk returning, âwe had the same girl. then it would actually be a fair testâ
the words hang in the air, heavier than they should. the boys laugh again, brushing it off, tossing jokes about contests and leaderboards and scorecards, but your chest tightens, your pulse hammering in your ears.
the same girl. one girl with all of them.
your breath catches, and you press the cushion tighter to your chest, trying not to show the way your mind latches onto the idea, hot and dizzying. you keep quiet, lips curved into a smile like youâre only laughing with the rest, but deep down, the thought is already there, pulsing, dangerous, impossible to ignore.
the banter carries on, ridiculous scenarios tossed back and forth, laughter and mock-arguments filling the room. but your pulse has started to race. the words keep circling in your head. the same girl. your thighs press together, almost unconsciously, heat curling low in your stomach.
youâve been quiet too long. the thought is too loud now, buzzing in your chest, and before you can stop yourself, you say it.
âwhat if that girl was me?â
the words drop like a stone in water. the dorm falls into stunned silence. every pair of eyes turns to you.
hanâs mouth opens, then shuts again, like he canât process what he just heard. felix freezes against your side, wide-eyed. jeongin sits up too quickly, clutching his pillow like it might explain this away. changbin stares like youâve grown another head, while hyunjin just blinks, lips parted in shock.
you swallow, your throat dry, but you force yourself to keep going.Â
âi mean⊠you were just saying it. that to really know who can make a girl come the hardest or the best, it has to be the same one. right?â
no one answers, but no one looks disgusted, either. just⊠surprised.
âwe all trust each otherâ, you say, softer now, your gaze flicking from one face to the next, âand it could be fun. we could test your theories, see whoâs actually right. who can give me the biggest orgasmâ
felix lets out a noise halfway between a cough and a laugh, cheeks burning. han covers his mouth like heâs trying to hold in about six different things at once. chan looks at you too long, unreadable, while seungminâs composure finally cracks - his ears are scarlet, his mouth pressed into a thin, stunned line.
the silence stretches, heavy but not uncomfortable. your heart pounds, but you donât take it back. you sit straighter, daring any of them to break first. and judging by the way their eyes flicker - between each other, then back to you - you can tell the thought has already lodged itself in their heads too.
the silence is sharp, buzzing, like the whole dorm is holding its breath. then minho leans back against the sofa, crossing his arms, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
âyouâre talking a big game here, y/nâ, he says, voice smooth, deliberately teasing, âdo you really think you could handle all of us? thatâs⊠a lot. maybe more than you realiseâ
a ripple of laughter passes through the boys, breaking the tension just enough. han wheezes into his sleeve, âheâs right, you know. thereâs eight of us. eight. youâd be begging for mercy before we were halfway doneâ
the heat in your chest flickers into something sharper. you straighten, narrowing your eyes at them, your lips curving into the faintest smile.
âyou think i canât handle it?â, you challenge, tilting your head, âi know exactly what iâm saying. i can take all of you. in fact-â, you let the pause stretch, watching their eyes widen, âi think youâll be the ones begging by the endâ
a stunned beat, then felix lets out a low laugh, the tips of his ears glowing red, âoh my godâ
âholy shitâ, han mutters under his breath, his leg bouncing faster, âsheâs seriousâ
âdead seriousâ, you say, leaning back, letting your confidence sharpen around the nerves knotting in your stomach, âi trust you. and i want this. all of youâ
the room shifts again, charged now, the weight of your words sinking into their skin.
chan clears his throat, his voice steady but his eyes betraying how hard heâs thinking, âso you want us all⊠to try? one by one. see who can give you the biggest orgasmâ
âexactlyâ
âlike a contestâ, han blurts, his tone half-incredulous, half-delighted, âwe actually do itâ
ânot a contestâ, you correct, firm but soft, âa game. just for fun. i want us all to enjoy it. no pressure, no weirdness, no lines crossed. just us⊠experimenting togetherâ
âfuckâ, changbin mutters, rubbing a hand over his face, âthat sounds way too good to be realâ
âbut it is realâ, you counter, locking eyes with him, âif youâre all inâ
their gazes dart between each other, silent messages flying back and forth. felix bites his lip, han runs a nervous hand through his hair, hyunjinâs foot taps against the carpet. jeongin swallows hard, but he's unable to tear his eyes from you.
âyouâd actually let us-â, jeongin starts, then cuts himself off, his face going crimson.
âyesâ, you say simply.
that one word makes the air burn hotter.
seungmin, usually composed, shifts in his seat. his voice is lower when he speaks, careful.
âweâd⊠have to set rules. make sure itâs safe. make sure youâre okay every step of the wayâ
âwe willâ, you assure him, your voice softening, âweâll talk through everything. limits, boundaries, whatâs off the table. i wouldnât be saying this if i didnât trust you completelyâ
the silence that follows is different this time. less stunned, more thoughtful. the nervous laughter has faded, replaced by something heavier, thicker, but not unwelcome. you can see it in their faces - nerves, yes, but excitement too. curiosity. want.
minho exhales a laugh, shaking his head, âfuck itâ, he mutters, âiâm inâ
han snorts but his grin is wild, âyeah, same. iâm not missing thisâ
felix tucks his face into your shoulder, giggling breathlessly, but his muffled âme tooâ is clear enough.
âiâm inâ, changbin adds with a firm nod.
âand meâ, seungmin says, shifting in his seat again.
hyunjin groans into his hands, then peeks up with a dramatic roll of his eyes, âfine. twist my arm, why donât you. of course iâm inâ
jeongin looks like heâs trying to disappear into his pillow, but he doesnât hesitate when he says, voice small but sure, âiâm in tooâÂ
all eyes shift to chan, steady and quiet, who studies you for a long moment. then he smiles faintly, shaking his head, âyouâre something else, y/nâ, he murmurs, âbut yeah. iâm in as wellâ
the tension snaps, replaced by a rush of laughter and nervous energy. theyâre grinning, still blushing, but itâs real now.
you lean back into the sofa cushions, your heart pounding but your voice steady as you look at all of them, âgood. then itâs settled. we are doing thisâ
han whistles low, âjesus christ, this is actually happeningâ
minho smirks at you, smug again, but his ears are red, âdonât say we didnât warn you, y/n. youâre the one who asked for thisâ
âand iâll prove to you that i can handle itâ, you shoot back, smiling sharper now, letting them all see how much you mean it.
the room buzzes with nervous laughter again, but underneath it, thereâs no denying it anymore. the heat is there, alive in every glance, every flushed face, every twitch of a smile. all the energy is here, caught between the nine of you, heavy and electric, like itâs only a matter of time before it ignites.
chan runs a hand through his hair, the leader in him tugging at the edges of the conversation.
âso⊠how are we even gonna do this?â, he asks, voice calm but coloured with nerves, âwe canât just⊠all pick what weâre best at. that wouldnât be fairâ
"yeah", seungmin says, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, âif we want to actually see who can give her the biggest orgasm, it has to be random. otherwise everyoneâs just gonna try their favourite moveâ
you all sit there thinking until han perks up, grinning, âa wheel. we spin some random wheel online, and whatever it lands on, thatâs how we have to make her comeâ
hyunjin lets out a low whistle, âholy shit. thatâs⊠actually brilliantâ
changbin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, âyou want us to trust some stupid wheel to decide how we⊠fuck her senseless?â
ânot fuckâ, felix corrects softly, but his cheeks are bright pink, âmake her come. and yeah⊠i kinda like it. makes it fair. no oneâs cheating, no oneâs playing safeâ
âbut that means itâs out of our handsâ, jeongin mumbles, his voice small but trembling with excitement, âlike⊠anything could come upâ
the thought makes your stomach flip, heat rushing lower. the idea of them not knowing whatâs coming, of you not knowing either⊠it sends sparks dancing through your skin.
minho tilts his head, eyes narrowing at you, âthat sounds good to you, y/n? we spin the wheel, let it decide what each of us does to you? youâre the one taking it. are you comfortable with that?â
eight pairs of eyes lock onto you at once, the weight of their care as intense as the burn of their desire.
you breathe in slowly, then let it out, âyes. i want that. i want to see what each of you can do⊠without planning it. a surprise, something unpredictableâ
the tension doubles when you add, softer but firm, âi trust you. completelyâ
felix bites down on a smile, gaze darting to the floor. han swears under his breath. chanâs shoulders finally relax. still, seungmin clears his throat.Â
âboundariesâ, he says carefully, âwe need to know if thereâs anything you donât want included. anything off the table before we set the optionsâ
you pause, mind flicking over every fantasy, every limit. the wheel spins in your imagination - hands, mouths, bodies, every version of them dragging pleasure from you - and your pulse jumps.
âi⊠donât think soâ, you murmur honestly, âi canât think of anything iâd want to banâ
ânothing?â, minho presses, arching a brow.
ânothingâ, you repeat, meeting his gaze with certainty, âi want to feel it allâ
the silence is shattered by hanâs nervous laugh, high-pitched, full of disbelief, âjesus. i'm sure you're already wetter than the oceanâ
you feel the truth of it as soon as the words land - your thighs pressing tighter together, the warmth soaking through your underwear. their eyes catch it too - some flicker down, some snap away, but all of them are flushed, restless, shifting in their seats.
the excitement is no longer just yours. you see it in their faces now - nervous smiles, bitten lips, clenched fists on their knees. the idea has rooted in them, grown, stretched.
agreement settles like a current through the room, soft but unshakable. theyâre all in now - no hesitation, no second-guessing, only the shared thrum of nerves and anticipation. you push yourself up from the sofa, smoothing your hands down your thighs.Â
âthen itâs settledâ, you say, steady, âiâll leave you boys to figure out what goes on the wheelâ
their eyes snap up to you in unison, a chorus of wide-eyed stares. chan shifts forward as if to stop you, then thinks better of it, watching instead.
âwhere are you going?â, hyunjin blurts, his tone caught between nervous and surprise.
âto my roomâ, you answer simply, heading towards the hallway with measured steps, âiâll be waiting for youâ
the silence behind you is thick enough to choke on. you feel their gazes trailing after you, the tension winding tighter with every step. but just before you enter your room, you pause, glance back over your shoulder. the smirk tugging at your lips is soft, almost playful, but your voice cuts clean and sure.
âoh, and one more thingâ, you add lightly, âiâll be waiting with fewer clothes. i hope youâll do the sameâ
the gasps hit instantly. han chokes on his breath and then mutters âfuckâ, under it, minho swears low, changbinâs laugh bursts too loud, too shocked.
you let it hang there, the sound of their disbelief and excitement spilling into the air, and then you slip into your room, closing the door behind you with a quiet click. the last thing you hear is a chorus of groans, swears, and nervous laughter. the sound of eight boys losing their composure all at once.
theyâre trying to keep it quiet - you can tell from the way words blur together, low and rushed - but every now and then a laugh slips out, or a sharp swear. you catch fragments, not enough to piece together what theyâre planning, and it makes your pulse stutter harder.
you force yourself to turn away from the door, to focus on you. your nerves are loud in your body - heart racing, blood hot, skin prickling like itâs too tight to hold everything in. excitement and tension twist together until itâs hard to breathe.
your hands move before youâve even decided to do it, peeling your clothes away piece by piece. the soft stretch of your shirt, the slide of your jeans, the warmth of your skin suddenly bare - it all feels magnified, intimate. when you stand naked in the quiet of your room, you finally look down at your underwear.
plain. too plain for tonight. the thought comes sharp, sure. you want them to see you. not just bare - want them to see you ready.
you cross to your drawer, fingers trembling as you dig until you find it: lace. not too much, not overwhelming. just enough to whisper something more dangerous, more deliberate. you strip the cotton away, shivering as the air hits you, and in that moment you realise just how soaked you already are.
the sight of it, the feel of it - it makes your thighs press together instantly, heat flaring between them. your hand almost moves without permission, a twitch towards your centre, the instinct to ease the ache, sharp and unbearable. but you stop yourself, teeth sinking into your lip. not yet. not when itâs them you want, when the whole point is what theyâre about to do to you.
slipping into the lace, you feel the shift immediately. the fabric clings in a way the other underwear didnât, framing rather than hiding, teasing even yourself with the way it barely covers. itâs enough to make you imagine their eyes when they see you, the stutter in their breath, the way their hands might shake.Â
you crawl onto your bed, the sheets cool against your skin, nerves thrumming like a live wire. lying back, you stare at the ceiling, listening to the muffled shuffle and murmurs beyond the door.
youâre ready. too ready. and all thatâs left is waiting for whatâs gonna happen now.
the door creaks open after what feels like forever, your breath catching when hyunjin slips inside. the soft click of the door closing behind him makes the room feel smaller, hotter. heâs only wearing boxers. nothing else. his hair is loose, and your gaze drops instantly to the obvious strain in the thin fabric. the sight makes your thighs press together, heat blooming deeper.
âsoâŠâ, your voice comes out a little shaky, so you force a small smirk, trying to steady yourself, âi guess youâre the first participantâ
hyunjinâs lips curve, amused, but his eyes are darker than usual, âwe spun another wheel for the order, and wellâŠâ, he says, moving closer, his voice a low hum, âi guess the number one was meâÂ
you shift on the bed, leaning back slightly as he climbs onto it, the mattress dipping under his weight. his body radiates warmth when he lies beside you, close enough that your skin prickles, and your fingers instinctively reach for him.
your hand traces the smooth line of his chest, over the flutter of his heartbeat, following down to the ridges of his stomach. you let your nails drag lightly, teasing.Â
âare you sure you know what youâre getting into?â, he says, his head tilting in a playful challenge.Â
he watches you with parted lips, his breathing heavier, but he doesnât look away. you let your touch drift lower, fingers just at the waistband of his boxers, and you tilt your head.
âyes but maybe you should give me a hint. how do you plan on making me come, hyunjin?â
for a moment, it almost seems like he might answer. then his hand shoots up, catching your wrist, and in one fluid motion he pins both of your hands above your head against the mattress. your breath hitches, your smirk falters into a gasp.
hyunjin leans over you, his eyes glinting with something sharper now, âthatâs for me to knowâŠâ, his voice dips, low and rough, ââŠand for you to find outâ
and before you can reply, his mouth crashes onto yours, hungry and claiming. his body pressing yours deeper into the bed as his tongue invades your mouth, claiming every inch.Â
you meet him eagerly, your hands roaming up his back after he frees them, nails scraping his skin as you pull him closer. he growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss until you are dizzy from the lack of air.
he shifts, one knee nudging your legs apart so he can settle fully between them, his hips grinding down once, hard, letting you feel the thick bulge straining against you. you gasp into his mouth, arching up to meet the pressure, your body igniting under his weight. the kiss breaks only for him to trail his lips along your jaw, nipping at the skin before sucking on your earlobe, his breath hot against your ear.Â
âyou have no idea how many times iâve thought about you like thisâ, he whispers, his voice rough and commanding, sending a thrill straight to your core.
he captures your mouth again, fiercer this time, teeth clashing as tongues battle for dominance. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips firmly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he rocks against you, building friction that makes you whimper.
he moves lower, lips leaving your mouth to attack your neck, sucking hard enough to mark you, tongue soothing the sting before biting down again. you tilt your head, exposing more skin, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging to urge him on. hyunjin chuckles against your throat, the vibration making you shiver, then his mouth descends to your collarbone, kissing and licking a path to your breasts until they find the exposed skin above the lace.
he unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool air. his eyes darken as he takes you in, then his mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand cups the other, pinching and rolling your nipple until it's aching and sensitive. you moan, your back bowing off the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him tighter against you.Â
he switches sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, teeth grazing just enough to border on pain, making you moan loudly.
âthat's it, let me hear youâ, he murmurs as he kisses back up to your mouth, swallowing your next moan in a kiss.Â
his hand drifts lower now, over your stomach, fingers splaying wide to feel your skin. you try to touch him, but he catches your wrist, pinning it above your head with one hand while the other hooks into your underwear, tugging them down your thighs in a slow, deliberate drag.
you kick them off the rest of the way, fully exposed now, your cunt already slick with arousal. hyunjin settles back between your legs, his clothed erection pressing directly against your bare folds, teasing your clit with each subtle shift. you buck up instinctively, seeking more, but he holds your hips down with a firm grip, his eyes locking onto yours.Â
âpatienceâ, he says, smirking, before his free hand begins its exploration, âi can only use my fingers on you, thatâs what the wheel saidâ
his fingers trace lazy patterns over your skin, starting at your shoulders before sliding to your sides, ghosting over your ribs. you writhe, the light touches igniting sparks everywhere but where the heat pools between your thighs. he avoids it completely, instead circling your navel, dipping in lightly to make you gasp, then trailing up to your breasts again, thumbs brushing the undersides before pinching your nipples once more.
his mouth follows a similar path - kissing your neck, sucking until your heart races, then down to your breasts, tongue flicking over each nipple in turn, making them throb. you squirm harder, hips lifting searching for friction, your breath coming in short pants.Â
âh-hyunjinâ, you say, voice needy but not broken yet, âi-i need youâÂ
he ignores it, his lips claiming your mouth in a searing kiss, tongue thrusting deep as his fingers continue moving, skimming your inner thighs, so close to your cunt that you can feel the warmth of his hand, but always pulling away to trace your hip bones or the curve of your ass.
you twist under him, legs spreading wider, inviting, but he keeps the pressure light, exploring every inch - down to your knees, up the backs of your thighs, avoiding the slick heat at your centre. the ache builds unbearably, your clit pulsing with need, wetness coating your thighs.Â
âhyunjin, please i-i can't take it anymore. do something. whatever you want. i need it so badâ, your body shakes, hips bucking wildly against his hold while you beg for him.
finally, his hand slides between your legs, his fingers parting your folds to find your clit, swollen and throbbing. he circles it with deliberate pressure, slow at first, watching your face as you cry out, back arching sharply off the bed.
he slides one finger down through your drenched folds, coating it in your arousal before pressing the tip against your entrance. you feel the stretch as he pushes inside, slow and deliberate, your walls clenching around it like they've been starving for it.
âfuck, you're so wet for meâ, he murmurs, his voice rough with desire, lips brushing your ear as he sinks deeper, filling you inch by inch until his finger is buried to the knuckle.
the sensation is overwhelming. he curls his finger hooking against that sensitive spot and you gasp, your hips jerking up to meet him. he adds a second finger without warning, stretching you further while you moan his name and his thumb returns to your clit to rub circles in time with his movements.Â
the room echoes with wet and loud sounds as he fucks you with his fingers, building the rhythm until it's relentless, hitting that spot over and over while his other hand pins you down, controlling every buck and twist of your body. he leans in, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss.Â
âcome for meâ, he says against your lips.Â
he speeds up and it shatters you - your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, mind-blowing and all-consuming. your walls spasm wildly around his fingers, your back bowing off the bed, screams tearing from your throat.
you come undone completely, soaking his hand with your cum. hyunjin doesn't let up right away, drawing out the pulses with gentler strokes until you're a quivering mess, limp and panting beneath him.
when your orgasm ends, hyunjin eases his fingers from your pulsing core, the wet slide of them leaving you feeling empty and aching. he brings them to his lips, eyes locked on yours, and licks them clean sucking them into his mouth with a low hum that sends shivers down your spine.
âgod, you taste even better than i imaginedâ, he drawls, his voice teasing as you watch, chest heaving, body still buzzing from the high he's just dragged you through.
he chuckles at your dazed expression, leaning down to press a quick, filthy kiss to your forehead before shifting off the bed. he grabs the sheets from the edge and drapes them over your body, like he's reluctant to leave you exposed even if he just wrecked you completely.
ârest a bit, yeah? but don't get too comfortable. i just set the bar sky fucking high for the othersâ, his grin turns wicked, âgood luck to them topping that. they're gonna need itâ
you manage a weak laugh, propping yourself up on your elbows despite the way your limbs feel like jelly, âcocky much, hyunjin? you think you're that unforgettable?â
âoh, i know i amâ, he shoots back, winking as he heads for the door, âbut hey, if they make you scream louder, i'll just have to go againâÂ
the door clicks shut behind him and you sink back into the pillows, pulling the sheets tighter around you, but the warmth pooling low in your stomach doesn't fade. if anything, it intensifies, a restless heat that makes your thighs clench involuntarily. hyunjin's touch lingers like a ghost - his fingers, his voice, the way he commanded your body without mercy.Â
one of them, and you're already shattered, craving more even as your muscles ache from the release. how the hell are you supposed to survive the rest? seven more, each with their own twist from that damn wheel. your mind races, imagining the different possibilities and god, the thought alone has your core twitching, slickness gathering again between your legs.Â
you're not sure if you want to laugh or cry at the thought, but the anticipation coils tighter, leaving you squirming under the covers, your nipples hardening against the fabric as you bite your lip.
the door creaks open again before you can spiral too deep, and itâs jeongin who comes inside now, his cheeks already tinged pink as he closes the door behind him. he's dressed in only his boxers too, hair tousled like he paced outside for a minute to work up the nerve. his eyes widen a fraction when he sees you but he recovers quickly, padding over to the bed.
âhiâ, he says, voice barely above a whisper as he perches on the edge of the mattress, hands fidgeting in his lap, âi'm... next. the wheel landed on⊠well something, but, uh, we can take it slow if you wantâÂ
there's a shy hesitation in his tone, his gaze darting to your face then away, like he's trying not to stare at the way the sheet clings to your body. you smile, warmth blooming in your chest at his nervousness. it's endearing, a stark contrast to hyunjin's bold confidence. you reach out to brush your fingers along his arm, feeling the subtle tension in his muscles.Â
âjeongin, relax. it's just us here. come closerâ, your voice is soft, inviting, and you lean in, closing the distance to press your lips to his in a gentle kiss meant to ease him.
he freezes for a split second, his breath catching, but then he melts into it, his mouth tentative at first, lips soft and unsure as they move against yours. you deepen the kiss slowly, tongue flicking out to trace his lower lip, coaxing him open. a quiet groan rumbles from his throat, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your skin with growing confidence.
the shyness starts to crack as the kiss heats up. his tongue meets yours now, bolder, exploring with hunger. you feel the shift in him, the way his body angles towards yours, pressing closer until he's half on the bed, one knee dipping the mattress. your hands wander, sliding up his chest feeling the rapid beat of his heart, and he responds by nipping at your lip, a spark of dominance flickering to life.
but just as you try to pull him fully over you, urging him with a soft moan into his mouth, he breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale. his eyes darken, that boyish hesitation giving way to something fiercer, more commanding. in a swift move, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head against the headboard with one firm hand, his grip strong but not painful.
âwaitâ, he breathes, voice low and edged with authority that surprises you both. his free hand trails down your side, bunching the sheet higher to expose your thigh, âit's my turn now. you don't get to leadâ
your pulse races at the change, heat flooding your veins as you test his hold - it's solid, his fingers like iron around your wrists, keeping you stretched out and vulnerable beneath him. the sheet slips further, baring your breasts to the cool air, your nipples hardening instantly under his gaze. he moves to hover over you, breath mingling with yours, that shy boy from seconds ago replaced by this intense version, his eyes burning with desire.
âjeongin...â, you whisper, half-protest, half-plea, but it only makes his smirk deepen as he leans down to ghost his lips over your collarbone, not quite touching.
âshh, let me take care of you, itâs my turnâ, his words are laced with a newfound dominance, and you can already feel the anticipation building again, your body arching towards him despite the restraint. or maybe itâs because of it.
his eyes flick around the room, scanning the dim corners and scattered items on your dresser with a focused intensity that makes your breath hitch. his grip on your wrists loosens a bit but before you can twist away, he spots it - a long, discarded silk scarf draped over the back of a chair.Â
he releases you fully then, sliding off the bed in one fluid motion, his movements purposeful as he snatches it up and returns, the fabric trailing like a whisper in his hand.
âperfectâ, he mutters to himself, voice low and edged with excitement, before climbing back onto the mattress, his knees bracketing your hips.Â
you watch, heart pounding, as he loops the silk around your wrists with careful precision, binding them together and then securing the ends to the headboard. the material is smooth against your skin, pulling your arms taut above your head until your body stretches out vulnerably beneath him. with a final tug, he tests the knot, satisfied when it holds firm, and then his hands move to the sheet still clinging to your waist.
ânow, this needs to go awayâ
he peels the sheet away slowly, deliberately, exposing every inch of your naked body to his gaze. the flush of your skin, the rise and fall of your breasts, the slick evidence of your earlier release glistening between your thighs. cool air kisses your heated flesh, making your nipples tighten even more into hard peaks, and you squirm under him, a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core at the way he drinks you in, like you're his to devour.
âjeongin, what-â, your words cut off into a gasp as he surges forward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that silences any protest.Â
his lips crash against yours, tongue delving deep to claim every corner, tasting and teasing until your head spins. you arch into him instinctively, trying to wrap your arms around his neck, but the silk bites into your wrists, holding you fast.Â
the restraint sends a thrill straight to your core, a delicious frustration that only heightens the ache building inside you. you tug harder, testing the bonds, the headboard creaking faintly under the strain, but it doesnât work, and it only leaves you helpless and exposed, your body writhing for friction you can't quite reach.
he breaks the kiss just enough to trail his mouth along your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin before his lips brush the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over you.Â
âstop resistingâ, he whispers, the words vibrating against your skin, sending shivers down your spine, âthe wheel only said i had to tie you up, it didn't say how i should make you come. that means i get to do whatever i want with youâÂ
his tone dips lower, laced with something dark that makes your thighs clench, arousal dripping from your folds as the reality sinks in - he's in complete control now, and the thought alone has you moaning softly, the sound muffled against his shoulder.
âfuck, jeonginâ, you breathe, pulling at the silk again.Â
it turns you on more than you expected, this loss of power, the way it forces you to surrender to every sensation he chooses to give you. he smirks against your ear, clearly pleased by your reaction, before sealing his mouth over yours once more, devouring you with a ferocity that steals your breath.Â
as he deepens the kiss, one hand slides down your body, tracing the curve of your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimper into his mouth. he pinches it lightly, rolling it between his fingers, drawing out sparks of pleasure and pain that make your hips buck upward, seeking contact.
his palm continues its descent, dipping into the hollow of your hip before finally reaching your thighs. you feel his fingers brush your clit first, swollen and sensitive from hyunjin's earlier attention, and the light touch has you jolting, a muffled cry escaping as he begins to circle it with slow, deliberate strokes.Â
the pressure is perfect, firm enough to build the heat but teasing enough to keep you on the edge, your clit pulsing under his touch as slickness coats his fingertips.
âyouâre so responsiveâ, he murmurs against your lips, swallowing your gasps as he presses harder, rubbing circles that have you restless.Â
you kiss him back desperately, your tongue tangling with his, but your mind breaks when he slides two fingers lower, parting your drenched folds and pushing inside your entrance without warning. the stretch is immediate, your walls clenching greedily as he sinks deep, curling them to stroke that spot that has your toes curling.
âjeongin, please... let me touch youâ, you plead between kisses, yanking at the restraints harder, but he only thrusts his fingers deeper, pumping them in a steady rhythm, your arousal easing the way as he fucks you with his hand.
his other hand braces beside your head, and you feel his body pressing down, his thigh slotting between yours. you sense the hard ridge of his bulge grinding against your leg, rocking in time with his fingers' thrusts.Â
the friction must be maddening for him too - his hips roll forward, dragging his clothed cock along your skin, the heat of him seeping through, making you clench tighter around his fingers. a low groan rumbles from his throat into your mouth, his kisses turning sloppy, breaths coming in sharp pants as he keeps moving while driving you higher.
âyou feel that?â, he groans, nipping at your lower lip as his fingers crook inside you, hitting that spot relentlessly, âthat's what youâre doing to me. iâm so fucking hard for you, y/nâÂ
his rocking intensifies, the bulge twitching against your thigh, pre-cum likely soaking through his boxers, but he doesn't stop, doesn't seek his own release. his focus stays on you, fingers moving deeper, thumb returning to your clit.
his fingers have you spiraling, every pull at the silk amplifying the sensations until you're a mess of moans and pleas. but just as the coil in your stomach winds unbearably tight, he pulls his fingers free with a slick pop, leaving you whining at the emptiness.Â
ânot yetâ, he says, voice rough with restraint, eyes dark as he shifts down your body, kissing a path along your sternum, over each breast - sucking a nipple into his mouth briefly, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch - before continuing lower, tongue dipping into your navel, then tracing the line of your hipbone.
your hands strain against the restraint, wrists chafing slightly from the silk, but the burn only fuels the fire, making you drip onto the sheets as he settles between your spread thighs. he hooks your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your hips to hold you open, and then his mouth is on you - hot, wet, and unrelenting.Â
his tongue flattens against your clit first, lapping in broad strokes that collect your arousal, the flavor drawing a hungry hum from him that vibrates through your core.
âoh godâ, you cry out, your head falling back as he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking the tip with precise, rapid strokes that have your thighs trembling around his head.Â
you pull at the restraints desperately now, the need to grab his hair, to guide him, overwhelming, but the silk holds you captive, forcing you to take every lick, every suck, without mercy. his tongue moves lower, spearing into your entrance, thrusting like his fingers earlier, tasting you deep while his nose bumps your clit, the pressure building in waves that crash over you.
he eats you out like itâs the only thing he can do, alternating between swirling around your clit and plunging inside, one hand sliding up to pinch and twist your nipple while the other digs into your thigh, bruising in the best way. your body writhes, hips grinding up into his face, chasing the release that's so close, so intense with the added layer of helplessness.
âjeongin... fuck, i'm- don't stopâ, you gasp, the words tumbling out in a rush as the tension snaps.
your orgasm hits like a freight train, ripping through you with white-hot force as pleasure pulses from your core outward. you scream his name, your back bowing off the bed, every muscle seizing in ecstasy while he doesn't let up. it's mind-shattering, leaving you boneless and shaking, your breaths coming in ragged sobs as the high snaps and begins to lessen.
âbreatheâ, he murmurs, his voice tender now as he works his way back up, hovering over you to pepper your face with light kisses.Â
his hand reaches up, fingers untying the silk from the headboard, then unwinding it from your wrists, rubbing the faint red marks with his thumbs in soothing circles. you collapse fully once youâre freed, arms flopping to the mattress, body humming with aftershocks as you blink up at him, dazed and sated. he rolls to the side, a soft smile curving his lips as he brushes sweat-damp hair from your forehead.
âyou okay? that was... intenseâ
âyeahâ, you manage, your voice hoarse, and a lazy grin spreading across your face despite the exhaustion, âway more than i expected from you, mr. shyâ
he laughs, low and genuine, tracing idle patterns on your arm, âhey, someone's gotta keep this game interestingâÂ
there's a playful glint in his eye, the dominance fading back into his usual warmth, though the memory of it lingers, making your skin tingle.
you chuckle weakly, nudging his shoulder, âdamn, jeongin... you really wrecked meâ
âgoodâ, he says simply, leaning in for one last, soft kiss that tastes of you. he sits up, grabbing the discarded sheet and draping it over you, âwhoever's next is gonna have a tough act to followâ
with that, he slips off the bed, adjusting his boxers before heading to the door. he pauses there, glancing back with a wink, âsee you soonâ
the door clicks shut, leaving you alone again. your chest heaves as you lie there, the sheet pulled up to your chin, body still tingling from jeongin's turn. the room feels warmer now, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, and your mind races - replaying the silk binding your wrists, the way his tongue had unraveled you completely.
the door creaks open softly, pulling you from your haze, and felix steps in, your eyes going straight to the fabric of his boxers tenting slightly already. his presence lights up the dim space like a burst of sunlight - freckles dusting his cheeks, that signature grin splitting his face wide, eyes crinkling with genuine warmth.Â
he closes the door behind him with a quiet click, going over to the bed on bare feet, his steps light and unhurried, radiating that effortless sunshine energy that always makes everything feel a little less intense.
âheyâ, he says softly, voice like honey as he sits down on the edge of the mattress, one hand resting casually on your covered knee, âyou look... wow. everything okay in here?âÂ
his gaze sweeps over you, concern mingling with curiosity, but there's no judgment, just that sweet attentiveness that draws you in. you nod, managing a small smile despite the flush creeping back up your neck.Â
âyeah, just... catching my breath. it's been a lot alreadyâ
he chuckles lightly, shifting to lie down beside you, propping his head on one hand while the other traces idle circles on the sheet over your thigh. his body heat seeps through the fabric, comforting and close, a stark contrast to the raw dominance of the boys before him.Â
âi can imagine. hyunjin and jeongin, huh? iâm sure they didn't hold back. how are you really feeling? no regrets about this whole wheel thing?â, his tone is gentle, probing without pressure, like he genuinely cares about your headspace amid the chaos.
âno regretsâ, you say, turning your head to meet his eyes, the sincerity in them melting some of the tension from your muscles, âit's intense, but... kinda thrilling? i mean, it's you guys. i trust youâÂ
your voice softens, and he nods, his free hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, thumb lingering on your cheek.
âgood. wouldn't want you uncomfortable. this is supposed to be fun, right? for all of usâ, he pauses, his grin turning playful, âthough i gotta say that, hearing the sounds from the hallway... you really are making it hard not to rush inâ
a laugh bubbles up from you, easing the knot in your chest.Â
âso lixie, what about you? what's your plan? did the wheel pick something wild?â
felix's eyes sparkle with mischief, but he shakes his head, leaning in closer until his breath fans your lips.Â
âyou'll just have to wait and see. no spoilers. but trust me, it'll be worth itâÂ
before you can press further, he closes the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's soft and unhurried, his lips molding to yours with a tenderness that surprises you. it's commanding in its gentleness, his hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head, guiding the rhythm without force, his tongue slipping past your lips to taste you slowly, deeply.
you melt into it instantly, the vibe shifting to something sweeter, calmer, like sinking into warm water after a storm. his kisses draw out soft sighs from you as your body relaxes under the sheet, the earlier frenzy fading into this delicate intimacy. even knowing where this leads - another peak, another wave -Â it feels different with him, less like a challenge and more like a shared secret.
he deepens the kiss gradually, a low hum vibrating from his chest as he shifts, rolling smoothly on top of you, his weight settling between your legs with careful pressure. the sheet bunches between your bodies, but he doesn't rush to remove it yet, content to lose himself in your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.Â
your hands find his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle there, and he smiles against your lips, breaking away only to trail feather-light kisses down your jaw, your throat, each one lingering on your skin.
âyou look so beautiful like thisâ, he murmurs, his voice muffled against your collarbone as his mouth continues its descent, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts over the sheet.Â
slowly, he peels the fabric down, exposing your skin inch by inch - the curve of your ribs, the dip of your navel - until it pools at your waist, leaving you almost bare once more. the cool air hardens your nipples, but his warm breath follows, chasing away the chill as he kisses the underside of one breast, then the other, his tongue flicking out to circle the tight bud without fully taking it in yet.
you arch your body slightly, a quiet moan escaping your mouth as his lips map your body, soft and exploratory, down the plane of your stomach, pausing to suck gently at the sensitive skin just above your hip.Â
he hooks the sheet lower still, tugging it free completely and letting it slide off the bed, his hands now gliding along your sides, thumbs brushing your hips in soothing strokes. the tenderness builds the heat slowly, a simmer rather than a blaze, making your thighs part instinctively, inviting him closer.
felix kisses lower, his lips ghosting over the inside of your thigh, then the other, his freckled cheeks brushing your skin as he nuzzles there, inhaling deeply.Â
âgod, you smell amazingâ, he whispers, the words laced with awe, before pressing a kiss to your knee, then trailing back up, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin.Â
your pulse quickens, anticipation coiling low in your stomach as he nears your core, but he takes his time, kissing the place where thigh meets pelvis, teasing without mercy. finally, he settles between your legs, his hands gently spreading your thighs wider, and looks up at you with that sunny smile, but his eyes are dark with desire.Â
âi hope all that kissing gave you a clueâ, he says, voice playful yet husky, before dipping his head and dragging his tongue flat along your slit in one long, deliberate lick that has you gasping.
he devours you then, his mouth sealing over your cunt with fervent hunger, but it's all soft edges, his tongue swirling around your clit in lazy circles, lapping at your folds with broad, wet strokes that collect every drop of your arousal.Â
no fingers, just the heat of his mouth, sucking gently on your swollen clit before flicking it with the tip of his tongue, the sensations building in gentle waves that make your toes curl.
âfuck, felixâ, you moan out loud, the sound echoing in the room as your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the strands, tugging lightly to urge him on.Â
he groans into you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, and he doubles his efforts, tongue plunging into your entrance briefly before retreating to circle your clit again, relentless yet tender.
âthat's it, good girlâ, he praises between licks, words muffled but clear, his breath hot against your slick skin, âso sweet for me, you taste like heaven. let me take care of you, yeah? just relax and feel itâÂ
his dirty talk is soft, encouraging, wrapping around you like a caress as he sucks your clit harder, his tongue pressing flat and rubbing in firm, rhythmic strokes that have your hips lifting off the bed.
you ride his face unashamedly now, your thighs clamping around his head, grinding down to chase the pleasure he's building so expertly. his hands grip your hips, holding you steady but not restricting, letting you move as you need while his mouth works you over - tongue delving deep one moment, then fluttering rapidly over your clit the next, drawing out whimpers and gasps that fill the air.
the coil tightens, sweet and insistent, your walls fluttering with the hints of release as he hums approval, the sound buzzing through your core.
âcome on, baby, you're doing so well for meâ, he murmurs, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over your heated flesh before diving back in, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with perfect pressure.Â
it's too much, the tenderness compared to the previous dominance pushing you over the edge - your orgasm crashes through you in a rush of warmth, your hips bucking wildly against his mouth as pleasure pulses from your cunt outward, every nerve alight.
felix doesn't stop, his tongue lapping softly through the spasms, easing you through it with gentle licks that prolong the bliss without overwhelming you. your cries soften to breathy sighs, your body trembling as the high fades, and he presses one last kiss to your inner thigh before crawling back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin returning with full force.
âhey, you with me?â, he asks softly, hovering over you, a bit of concern etching his features as he brushes your hair back, his eyes searching yours.
still panting, you reach up and pull him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. it's languid, grateful, your tongues sliding together as you pour your thanks into it. he kisses back with the same tenderness, his hand stroking your side until your heart rate slows.
when you break apart, he grabs the fallen sheet, drawing it up over your body with care, tucking it around you. you look up at him with a soft smile.Â
âfelix, that felt so good... thank youâÂ
âanything for you. you deserve it allâ, he chuckles lightly, his eyes warm as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.Â
he leans in for one more soft peck on your lips, lingering just a second, âyou're incredible, you know that?â
you laugh against his lips and, with a final wink, he slips off the bed, adjusting his boxers where his erection strains obviously against the fabric, but he doesn't push for more. the door opens and closes quietly behind him, leaving you alone again, as you wonder who comes next.
your body still hums with the gentle aftershocks of felix's touch, the sheet tangled around you as you stare at the ceiling, when the door swings open barely a minute later, and minho slips in, his body clad only in black boxers that cling to his thighs. his sharp eyes lock onto you immediately, a smirk curling his lips as he shuts the door with a soft thud.
you catch sight of him and can't help the laugh that comes out, a mix of exhaustion and thrill twisting in your gut. you know minho - his playful edge hides dominance, and the thought of him here, in this game, spells nothing but trouble. he pauses, eyebrow arching as he crosses the room, his feet silent on the floor, that smirk widening into a grin.
âwhat's so funny?â, he asks, voice low and teasing as he reaches the bed, leaning against the footboard with arms crossed over his chest, his muscles flexing subtly.Â
his gaze rakes over you, lingering on the way the sheet wraps around your body, hinting at your curves. another giggle escapes, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, meeting his eyes with a playful glint.Â
âyou. i just know trouble's walking through the door. like⊠big troubleâ
he laughs then, moving to climb on beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.Â
âoh yeah? and what makes you think that? maybe i'm here to tuck you in and call it a nightâ, his tone drips with sarcasm, but his hand finds your knee, squeezing lightly, the touch electric even through the fabric.
âsure you areâ, you shoot back, rolling your eyes but leaning into his warmth anyway, the banter flowing easy like always, âwhat's the wheel got you doing this round? something that will break me?â
minho's grin turns wicked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up your thigh, stopping just short of where the sheet ends.Â
âbreak you? no, just bend you a little. make you scream my name louder than the others. but first... where do you keep it?â
you blink, confusion furrowing your brow as his hand stills, âkeep what? my sanity? because it's long gone nowâ
he chuckles, shaking his head, but there's a glint in his eyes now, sharper, more intent, âcome on, don't play dumb. you know what i meanâ
âi have no idea what you're talking about, minhoâ
he narrows his eyes, playful suspicion lighting his features, and without another word, he slides off the bed, rummaging through your nightstand drawer first. you watch, propped up now, laughter spilling out at the absurdity of the situation as he tosses aside a book, some lotion, muttering under his breath.Â
ânot here... ah, found itâÂ
the drawer slams shut, and he straightens, holding your vibrator in one hand. he flicks it on with his thumb, the low buzz filling the air, and your laughter dies in your throat.
the playful minho vanishes in an instant, replaced by something darker, more commanding. his jaw sets, eyes darkening as he turns back to you, the vibrator humming steadily in his grip. heat floods your core at the sight, your cunt clenching emptily, arousal slicking your thighs again.Â
you almost come right there, on the spot, just from the intensity in his stare, the way he holds the toy like a weapon meant only for you, which in a way it is.
âyou said trouble, huh?â, he murmurs, voice dropping an octave as he moves to the bed again, climbing on with predatory look on his face, âyou have no ideaâÂ
he doesn't wait, yanking the sheet away in one fluid motion, exposing your naked body to the cool air - nipples hardening instantly, your skin flushing under his gaze. you gasp, but heâs already beside you, one strong hand capturing both of yours, pinning them above your head with effortless strength, his fingers wrapped around your wrists.
his free hand trails the buzzing toy down your arm first, teasing the sensitive underside before circling your breast, the vibrations sending jolts straight to your clit.Â
âminhoâŠâ, you breathe, arching into it as he presses the tip to one nipple, rolling it slowly, watching your face with his full attention.Â
the sensation buzzes through you, sharp and insistent, making your toes curl as he leans in, his mouth finding your neck, teeth grazing the pulse point before sucking hard enough to mark.
âshh, just feel itâ, he whispers against your skin, his lips brushing your jaw next, nipping lightly as the vibrator dances over your other nipple.Â
your body writhes under him, your breaths coming in pants, the assault of his mouth and the toy building a fire low in your stomach. he kisses you then, claiming your lips in a deep, possessive press, his tongue moving in time with the vibrations, swallowing your moans as he drags the toy lower, tracing your ribs, your navel, teasing the edge of your hip.
âpleaseâ, you whimper when he pulls back, the word slipping out but he just smirks, holding your gaze as he settles the vibrator against your clit - light at first, then firmer, the buzz intensifying every nerve until you're bucking against his hold.
ânot yetâ, he says, voice firm but laced with an underlying care, never crossing into cruelty.Â
his mouth returns to your neck, sucking a fresh bruise while the toy circles your swollen clit, dipping briefly to your entrance before retreating, leaving you soaked and desperate. your hands strain against his grip, wanting to touch him, to pull him closer, but he keeps you pinned, dominant in every line of his body as he watches you unravel.
the pleasure coils tighter, your thighs trembling, but he eases off just as you teeter on the edge, kissing along your jaw, murmuring against your skin.Â
âbeg for it. tell me what you wantâ
âminho, please- fuck, i need it inside. make me come, pleaseâ, you plead, your voice breaking, your hips grinding air as the vibrator hums against your inner thigh now, so close yet denying you of what you want.
satisfaction flickers in his eyes, and he releases your hands only to move himself, kneeling between your spread legs, his boxers tented with his hard cock straining beneath.Â
âgood girlâ, he praises softly, positioning the toy at your entrance, the tip vibrating against your wet folds.Â
his other hand grips your hip, steadying you as he pushes it in slowly, inch by inch, the tip stretching you, buzzing deep against your walls, hitting that place that makes you almost come right on the spot.
you cry out, your back bowing off the bed as he thrusts it deeper, his mouth crashing back to yours in a searing kiss - tongues tangling, his teeth catching your lip as he fucks you with the vibrator, steady and unrelenting.Â
the overstimulation builds fast, your cunt fluttering around the toy, your clit throbbing from the earlier teasing. he angles it just right inside you, grinding the base against your folds for extra vibration, his body hovering over yours, heat radiating from his skin.
âthat's it, take it allâ, he groans into your mouth, his pace quickening, the toy thrusting in and out with wet, loud sounds that mix with your gasps.Â
he moves down your body, his lips finding one of your nipples before he wraps his teeth around it, making you scream while you arch your back towards him again. he moves his head to the other nipple, this time circling it with his tongue before he starts kissing down your body, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over your stomach until his breath fans across your clit. he sucks it into his mouth with hunger, his tongue flicking the swollen clit in time with the vibrator's thrusts, making your hips buck wildly.
your hands fly to his hair, nails digging in as the coil snaps. your orgasm rips through you violently, your walls clamping down on the vibrator as pleasure explodes, a gush of wetness squirting lightly around the toy, soaking his hand and mouth and the sheets beneath you.Â
it's intense, overwhelming, your body shaking as waves crash over you, but minho doesn't stop, thrusting the toy through the spasms, drawing out every shake of your body until tears prick your eyes.Â
âminho-Â itâs t-too muchâ, you finally gasp, your voice hoarse, and he eases it out immediately, turning it off with a click, his touch turning gentle as he sets it aside, just before he presses another kiss to your clit.Â
before he pulls away from you fully, he kisses his way up your body until he reaches your neck, biting it sharply -Â his teeth sinking in just enough to draw another moan from your lips. you arch into it, moaning, but he silences the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply, possessively.
âi hope i win this gameâ, he murmurs against your lips, his voice husky with satisfaction, a smirk playing as he hovers there a second longer, his eyes locked on yours.
he pecks your lips quickly again and then he's gone, slipping off the bed with fluid grace, adjusting his boxers too as he heads for the door giving you a quick smirk as he leaves your room.Â
the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you sprawled naked on the rumpled sheets, body limp and spent, your cunt still twitching with aftershocks, slick dripping down your thighs. for the first time since the night started, doubt creeps in: can you really do this? four more after the ones already here?Â
your mind spins, your chest tight, but even as you question it, hunger stirs low again, high and insatiable, pulling you towards whatever comes next.
the door opens again sooner than you expect, your body still sprawled bare on the bed, your skin glistening with sweat and whatâs left of your release, thighs slick from the vibrator's relentless work.Â
changbin steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the prominent bulge of his cock already half-hard that you can see from his boxers. his eyes widen for a split second as he takes you in - completely exposed, legs parted slightly, your cunt still puffy and wet - before a deep, rumbling laugh escapes him. he closes the door softly, shaking his head as he approaches the bed.
âdamn, look at youâ, he says, his voice full with amusement and heat, his gaze tracing every curve from your breasts to the mess between your legs, âiâm the one thatâs supposed to come here and tease you until youâre begging me to stop, not the other way around. i think i might come just from seeing you like thisâ
you can't help but laugh, the sound breathy and tired, your chest rising and falling as you meet his eyes. the absurdity of it all - him walking in on you like this, the game turning everything upside down - eases the lingering ache from minho's dominance.Â
âguiltyâ, you say, propping yourself up on one elbow, though your limbs feel like jelly, âbut yeah, i just⊠come here, give me a couple minutes, please. minho was intense. like, really intense. and i haven't even caught my breath from the previous roundsâ
changbin's expression softens, that protective side of him surfacing as he nods, climbing onto the bed with careful movements, the mattress sinking under him. he lies beside you, his arm resting lightly on your hip - close but not pushing, his warmth seeping into your skin.
âtake all the time you needâ, he murmurs, his thumb stroking soothing circles, âhow's it been so far? felix told me a bit, but i want to hear from you. you okay? regretting jumping into this game?â
you sigh, turning towards him, the sheet completely forgotten at the foot of the bed. his presence grounds you, familiar and steady after the whirlwind of the others.Â
âit's... wild. hyunjin set this insane bar right away, but then jeongin surprised me, started shy, then tied me up and i think i even begged him at some point, i donât remember. felix was all sweet and gentle, like he was worshiping me. and minho? god, he used my vibrator and just... took control, i felt like i was going crazy. but yeah, i'm okay. overwhelmed, but in a good way. it's like my body's on fire, but i don't want to stop. i canât stopâ
he listens intently, nodding, his hand sliding up to brush a strand of hair from your face.
âsounds like they're all trying to outdo each other. but you're handling it like a pro. makes me proudâ, a pause, then his lips change into a grin, âyou're lucky with me, though. the wheel spun something different this time. you get to choose how you come. i'm all yours. whatever you want, however you want it. you're in controlâ
his words hang in the air, and you feel it immediately - a fresh pulse of arousal clenching through your core, your cunt dripping, walls fluttering around nothing. the realisation hits like a spark: all the boys before have teased, licked, vibrated you to shattering peaks, but none have filled you. no cock stretching you open, no hot cum flooding deep. minho was close with the vibrator, but not enough. you need it now, that deep, claiming thrust.Â
your eyes flick to changbin's boxers, the outline of his thick length twitching under the fabric, and heat pools low in your stomach immediately.
âanything?â, you ask, your voice almost a whisper as you shift closer, testing the waters without spilling your desperate thoughts. your hand trails over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle under smooth skin.
âanythingâ, he confirms, his eyes darkening with want, his free hand covering yours to guide it lower, like he can read your mind and knows everything you want to do with him, âyou can use me however you want. ride my face, my cock, my fingers⊠tell me, and it's yoursâ
that seals it.Â
you surge forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss, lips parting as your tongues slide together, tasting the previous drink you had had before on his breath. he groans into it, his hand cupping the back of your neck to pull you deeper, but he lets you lead - the kiss turning sloppy, wet, your teeth nipping his lower lip as you move to straddle his hips.Â
his cock hardens fully beneath you, the thin barrier of his boxers doing nothing to hide how thick and ready he is, pressing up against your soaked folds. you grind down slowly at first, rubbing your cunt along the length of him through the fabric, the friction sending sparks up your spine.Â
âfuck, changbinâ, you moan against his mouth, your hips rolling in deliberate circles, coating his boxers with your slick.Â
he bucks up instinctively, his hands gripping your thighs, but he controls himself, letting you set the pace, though his breaths come ragged, chest heaving.
âthat's it, babyâ, he says, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw, nipping your earlobe, âgrind on me like you own me. can you feel how hard you make me? this is all for youâ
the praise fuels you, and you reach down, fingers hooking into his waistband, tugging his boxers down with urgent tugs. he lifts his hips to help you, kicking them off, and his cock springs free - heavy, veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum, moving towards his abs.Â
you wrap your hand around the base, stroking once, twice, feeling him throb in your grip, before positioning yourself above him. the head nudges your entrance, slick and open from the earlier orgasms, and you sink down inch by inch, a long, drawn-out moan escaping you as he stretches you wide.
âoh god, yesâ, you gasp, bottoming out with a shudder, his cock buried deep, filling the emptiness that's haunted you since the game began.Â
he feels perfect, thick enough to press every ridge inside you, the head kissing your spot. you pause there, adjusting, clenching around him experimentally, and changbin hisses, his hands flexing on your hips.
âfuck, you're so tightâ, he growls, his voice strained with restraint, âride me, yeah? take what you need. bounce on this cock like it's yoursâ
you do, lifting yourself up until just the tip remains, then slamming back down, the slap of skin echoing in the room. pleasure blooms sharp and immediate, your clit grinding against his pelvis with each drop. you set a steady rhythm, your hands braced on his chest for leverage, nails scraping over his nipples as you fuck yourself on him.Â
âchangbin, i-it feels so good⊠iâm so fullâ, you pant, your head tipping back, breasts bouncing with every thrust.
he watches you with hooded eyes, one hand sliding up to palm your breast, thumb flicking the hardened nipple.Â
âlook at you, taking me so well. your cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go. you love this, don't you?â, his words spur you faster, hips snapping down harder, the wet sounds of your arousal mixing with his grunts, âmoan for me, louder, let me hear how much you need itâ
âchangbin, fuck yes, harderâ, you cry, chasing the building heat, your walls fluttering around his length as you grind deeper. the angle hits that spot inside with every move, stars flickering at the edges of your vision.
your hands shift to his shoulders, gripping tight, and he reads the cue instantly, sitting up with effortless strength, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. the new position drives him even deeper, his chest pressing to yours, and he captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, your tongues battling as he takes over the thrusts from below. his hips snap up powerfully, his cock thrusting into you with controlled force, the bed creaking under your movements.
âthat's my girlâ, he murmurs between kisses, his lips trailing to your neck, sucking a mark into the skin, âfuck yourself on me, iâm gonna fill you up soon, make you drip with my cumâ
you whimper, lost in the rhythm, his free hand moving between your bodies to find your clit. his fingers circle the swollen bud with firm pressure, rubbing in tight loops that match his thrusts. the sensations shatters you, pleasure grows viciously tight, your thighs shaking and trembling around him.
âchangbin, i-i'm close, don't stopâ, you beg, nails digging into his back, body arching as the orgasm moves towards you.
âcome with meâ, he demands, his voice rough, thrusts turning erratic as his cock swells inside you, âcome on, baby, squeeze me dryâÂ
his fingers pinch your clit lightly, and that's it, the dam breaks. you shatter around him, your cunt convulsing in waves, walls clamping down as ecstasy rips through you, a sharp cry of his name tearing from your throat. he follows seconds later, groaning deep and long, his hips jerking as hot spurts of cum flood your depths, painting your insides for the first time in this endless game - warm, claiming, finally satisfying that ache.
you collapse against him, boneless and trembling, his arms holding you close as aftershocks ripple through both of you. his cock softens slowly inside, keeping you full, cum starting to leak as he shifts.Â
âyou okay?â, he whispers, kissing your temple softly, his hand rubbing your back in soothing strokes.
âmore than okayâ, you mumble, nuzzling into his neck, the intimacy wrapping around you like a blanket.Â
he eases you off gently, a wet sound accompanying as he slips out, his cum trickling down your thigh. changbin grabs a tissue from the nightstand, wiping you clean with tender care - swiping along your folds, your inner thighs, making sure you're comfortable before pulling the sheet up over your body.
âwow, i canât believe youâre holding out so wellâ, he says, pressing a final kiss to your forehead, his smile warm and genuine, âyou did amazing, loveâÂ
you smile weakly up at him, your body still humming from the intensity, âthanks, changbin... you were incredible tooâ
he laughs, lingering for a moment as he strokes your cheek, âiâm glad i could make it good for you. just⊠rest until the next one comes in, okay?â
he slips off the bed, tugging his boxers back on, and heads for the door, leaving you curled under the covers - body sated yet already stirring with anticipation again, the fullness of his cum still lingering inside. excitement bubbles up despite the exhaustion. whatever's next, you're ready, craving the next wave.Â
not even a minute passes when the door clicks open once more, pulling you from the afterglow of changbin's touch, your body still humming with the warmth of his cum deep inside.Â
seungmin slips in, only in loose dark boxers, a smirk playing on his lips as he spots you under the sheet - flushed, disheveled, eyes heavy-lidded. he walks with that signature playful glint in his eyes, kicking off his slippers before flopping down beside you, propping himself up like he's settling in for a casual chat.
âwow, you look wrecked alreadyâ, he teases, his voice light and mocking, poking your arm gently, âwhat? did changbin just steamroll you? or are you playing up the damsel in distress to get sympathy from me?â
you roll your eyes, swatting his hand away with a laugh, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal the curve of your shoulder.Â
âoh please, like you could do better. he's got that whole powerhouse thing going on. you're just here to talk my ear off, aren't you? the wheel probably said âbore her until she falls asleepââ
he snorts, shifting closer, his leg brushing yours under the covers, âhey, i could bore you right into an orgasm if i wanted. but no, i'm a fun one. unlike minho, who probably bossed you around like a drill sergeant. tell me, did he make you salute first?â
âshut upâ, you say, shoving his shoulder, but there's no real heat in it, just the easy bickering that always sparks between you two.Â
he grabs your wrist playfully, tugging you towards him, and you tug back, both of you dissolving into chuckles as he finally relents, lying flat on his back with his arms behind his head.
âyou're impossible, you know that?â, you tell him between laughs.
âand you're insatiable, from the looks of itâ, he fires back, glancing at the faint marks on your neck from the others.Â
the banter flows for a minute more - seungmin poking fun at changbin again, you recalling again jeongin's surprise dominance - until something shifts. his eyes soften, the smirk fading into a genuine smile, and he reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.Â
the touch lingers, warm and unhurried, and a pull tugs at your chest, drawing you in like gravity. without thinking, you lean over, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his.
the kiss starts soft, tentative, but it turns hungry quickly, his mouth careful at first then claiming yours, tongues brushing in a slow dance that draws a low moan from your throat. he hums in response, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you deepen it, tasting the faint sweetness of him as your bodies move closer.Â
your hands roam freely - yours slide up his chest, your fingers tracing every inch of skin that they find, dipping into the dips of his hips; his hands thread through your hair, down your back, palms splaying over your ass to pull you flush, but he skips your core, teasing the edges without diving in.Â
you explore his shoulders, the strength in his arms, nails scraping lightly over his collarbone, while his thumbs circle your waist, ghosting the undersides of your breasts, sending shivers racing across your skin.
moans slip out unbidden - yours breathy and needy, his deeper, muffled against your mouth - as the makeout turns more desperate, lips swollen and slick, your breaths mingling in hot pants.Â
you break for air, nipping his jaw, and your hand snakes down to capture his, guiding it towards the heat between your thighs, aching for friction on your swollen clit. but he stops you, fingers intertwining with yours, holding firm as he pulls back slightly, his eyes dark but gentle.Â
âwait, no, i can't do thatâ, he murmurs, his voice almost broken, his forehead resting against yours.
âwhy not?â, you whine, your hips shifting restlessly, the emptiness inside clenching at the denial, âwhat did the wheel say this time? come on, seungmin, touch me i need it, i need youâ
a slow grin spreads across his face, and he moves suddenly, rolling on top of you, the sheet tangling around your legs as he settles between them, leaving you completely exposed once again. his boxers tent obviously now, the hard line of his cock pressing against your thigh, leaking pre-cum that soaks through the fabric, hot and insistent.Â
he braces on his forearms, caging you in, and leans down to whisper against your lips, âthe wheel said thisâÂ
with that, he moves one arm and shoves his boxers down, freeing his cock before he lines up with your entrance, pushing in with one smooth, deliberate thrust. the stretch rips a guttural moan from your chest, raw and primal. he sinks deep, bottoming out with a shared gasp, your cunt fluttering around him, still slick from changbin's release mixing with your fresh arousal.Â
your hands fly to his back, your nails digging into the flexing muscles as you arch up, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.Â
âseungmin- fuck, yesâ, you groan, the sensation overwhelming, every inch of him dragging against your sensitive spots.
he doesn't rush, starting with shallow moves of his hips, but the tenderness shines through. his mouth finds yours again, kissing you deeply, slowly, like he's savoring every second.Â
âyou feel incredibleâ, he breathes between presses of lips, moving to your neck, sucking softly at the pulse point, then your jaw, nipping the skin there with affectionate bites.Â
it's different from the others. this feels intimate, like he's pouring himself into you, making love with a sweetness that surprises you, his thrusts measured and loving, grinding deep to hit that bundle of nerves inside.
you melt under it, your hands roaming his back, pulling at his hair as he kisses a path back to your mouth, tongues tangling while his hips roll in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out with wet, filthy sounds.
âgod, you look so good like thisâ, he murmurs against your lips, voice soft when he praises you, one hand cupping your breast, his thumb rolling the nipple gently, âtaking me like thisâÂ
the praise wraps around you, heightening every sensation, your body responding with clenches that make him shudder, his kisses turning sloppy, breath hitching as he nuzzles your jaw, whispering even more soft words between thrusts.
the build is gradual, tightening low in your stomach, his tenderness drawing it out until it's unbearable. his cock throbs inside you, the pace quickening just enough, his lips never leaving your skin, kissing your mouth hungrily now, swallowing your moans.Â
âcome for me, yeah? let go, i've got you,â he says, his voice breaking slightly, and you do, you come, shattering around him in an earth-shattering climax, waves crashing through you, your cunt spasming wildly as ecstasy rips a scream from your throat, muffled by his kiss.Â
he follows with a choked groan, burying deep and pulsing, hot jets of cum spilling into you, mixing with your own fluids, filling you to overflowing.
you tremble beneath him, the intensity bordering on too much, your body overstimulated, never coming down from the endless pleasure as tears prick your eyes from the overload. he stays inside for a moment, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, soft and soothing, before pulling out gently, your fluids leaking out onto the sheets.
âyou alright?â, he asks, rolling to the side and grabbing tissues from the nightstand, his touch light as he wipes between your legs, careful over the sensitive folds, then your thighs.Â
you nod, a bubbly laugh escaping as you look at him, cleaning you after he destroyed you in the sweetest way possible.
âyeah, just... wow. you're a lot sweeter than i expectedâ, you say, giggling when he cleans at a stray spot on your hip.
he chuckles too, the sound warm, leaning in for one last peck on your nose.Â
âwhat can i say? the wheel's got good taste and iâm a gentleman. but don't tell the others, i've got a reputation to upholdâ, he tucks the sheet over you again, ensuring you're covered, then puts his boxers back on, standing with a stretch, âalthough if you prefer a not so sweet version, i could go again for another roundâ
you wave him off with another shared laugh, soft words trailing as he heads to the door - promises of great remarks about his âperformanceâ, teasing jabs about the little game youâre playing - before he slips out, leaving you blissed out, your still body aching.
the minutes stretch longer than before, the room's quiet amplifying every thump of your heart against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes the slick heat still seeping from your core. you're a mess of aftershocks, seungmin's tenderness lingering in the ache between your thighs, the mingled cum trickling out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you even more. your skin prickles with anticipation, your body thrumming with an insatiable pull, craving the next wave to crash over you.Â
when the handle finally turns, you push up on your elbows, the sheet pooling at your waist, exposing your breasts to the cool air as chan steps in. he's in nothing but black boxers, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his eyes locking on you with that warm, knowing gaze that makes your stomach flip.
âdamn, you look like you've been through a war and won every battleâ, he says, his voice low and appreciative, a smile tugging at his lips as he closes the door softly behind him.Â
his eyes trace the flush on your cheeks, the bite marks scattering your neck and collarbone like badges of the night's indulgences.
you laugh, the sound breathy and relieved, patting the bed beside you, âcome on, lie down with me. i need a second to catch my breath before you start interrogating me in your leader modeâ
he chuckles, easing onto the mattress, stretching out on his side facing you, one arm propping his head. the bed dips under his weight, his presence solid and reassuring, like an anchor in the storm of sensations swirling inside you.Â
âhow are you holding up? seriously, tell me if it's too much. we've got the whole group watching out for you, you knowâÂ
his tone shifts to that caring edge, the one he uses in meetings or late night talks, scanning your face for any sign of fatigue or discomfort, his free hand resting lightly on your arm, his thumb stroking a soothing circle.
âit's intense, but good intenseâ, you tell him, shifting closer, your knee brushing his, âlike, overwhelming in the best way. everyone's been... different, you know? but i'm okay. more than okayâÂ
the small talk flows easy - you recount bits of the banter with seungmin, the way felix's sweetness melted you, how minho pushed you to edges you didn't know you had - and he listens intently, nodding, asking gentle questions that make you feel seen, not just a player in this wild game. his fingers trail absently up your arm, a comforting touch that grounds you amid the building heat.
âso, chris, what've you got in store for me tonight?â, you ask finally, your voice dropping to a playful murmur, your eyes flicking to his mouth, curiosity sparking low in your stomach.Â
you donât kiss yet, the air hums with unspoken tension, your body already responding to his proximity, your nipples tightening under his gaze. chan shifts, lying fully back with his head on the pillow, his hands behind his head, biceps flexing, drawing your eyes there like youâre hypnotised. he meets your stare, his expression turning mischievous yet tender.Â
âthe wheel said you have to sit on my face and i will eat you out until you can't think straightâ
the words hit like a spark to dry tinder, surprise widening your eyes as heat floods your cheeks and lower, your cunt clenching at the image he pictured. you've never done that, the vulnerability of doing it twists nerves with excitement, a flutter of hesitation making you bite your lip.Â
âwait, really? i... i've never⊠what if i crush you or something?âÂ
your voice wavers, half-laughing to mask the sudden shyness, but your arousal betrays you, your thighs pressing together against the fresh gush of wetness. he sits up slightly, reaching for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, his touch firm but gentle.Â
âhey, no way. you're perfect, i'll guide you, make it feel amazing. trust me, i've got you. and if youâre not comfortable with it, we stop, okay? but i promise you, you'll love it. just, let me take care of you like thisâÂ
his eyes hold yours, sincere and encouraging, that leader's confidence easing the knot in your chest. you search his face, the care there melting your doubts, and if you have to be honest with yourself⊠yeah, the thought of his mouth on you, under you, devoted entirely to your pleasure, turns you on fiercely, your pulse racing as you finally nod.
âalright, yeah. show meâ, you whisper, your voice thick with want, and he grins, lying back again, patting his chest invitingly.Â
with his hands on your hips, he helps you straddle his torso first, then guides you upward, your knees framing his head as you hover above his face, your nerves making you doubt at first. the position feels exposed, intimate - your swollen folds inches from his lips, glistening with the evidence of previous rounds, your clit throbbing visibly.Â
you're shy at first, lowering yourself slowly, barely settling your weight, but chan's hands grip your thighs, pulling you down firmly onto his waiting mouth. his tongue flicks out immediately, flat and broad, lapping a long stripe through your slick folds, and you gasp, your hands flying to the headboard for balance.Â
âfuck, chris-âÂ
he dives in, devouring you with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, sucking your folds before delving deeper, his tongue circling your entrance to lap up the creamy mix of cum and arousal leaking from you.Â
âso sweet, y/n⊠you taste so good, all soaked for me. ride my face, yeah? use meâ, his words vibrate through your core, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, and you start to move, tentative rocks of your hips, grinding your cunt against his eager mouth.
he groans into you, the sound raw and approving, his nose nudging your clit as his tongue thrusts inside, fucking you shallowly while his lips seal around to suckle. you lose it then, shyness disappearing in the blaze of sensation, your fluids pouring from your cunt to drench his chin, his cheeks, soaking into his skin as you ride harder, chasing the friction.Â
âgod, yes- just like that, you're doing so wellâ, he murmurs between licks, his voice broken, one hand sliding up to knead your ass, encouraging deeper presses. his tongue swirls relentlessly, alternating between broad strokes that cover every inch and pointed flicks to your clit that make you go wild.
you scream when his nose bumps your clit fully, the pressure perfect, rubbing against it with every grind as his mouth works your entrance, his tongue thrusting deep to curl against your walls. your thighs shake, your body arching as the coil tightens, your hips bucking wildly now, smearing your essence all over his face but he doesn't flinch, just hums in approval, swallowing what he can, the wet sounds loud and intoxicating.Â
âcome on, give it to me, flood my mouth, babyâ, he urges, sucking your clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to tip you over.
the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing through you in shuddering waves that make you squirt - a gush of clear fluid mixing with your release, drenching him further, your cunt pulsing around his tongue as ecstasy rips cries from your throat. you tremble, your vision blurring, every nerve alight as you grind through it, prolonging the bliss until you're boneless.
panting, you lift yourself just enough to slide down a bit, settling your soaked cunt on his chest, your knees still bracketing his sides as you peer at his face. it's a wreck - his lips swollen and shiny, his chin dripping, eyes dark with lust and adoration as he licks his lips, savoring you.Â
âfuck, look at you. you were incredible, so responsive. you came so hard for me, my good girlâÂ
the praise ignites something feral in you, a wild hunger that has you lunging forward, crashing your mouth to his in a devouring kiss.
you taste yourself everywhere - salty and musky on his tongue as it tangles with yours, lips bruising in the frenzy, your hands fisting his hair to angle him deeper. he kisses back with equal fire, moaning into your mouth, but you shift lower, your cunt dragging along the fabric of his boxers, feeling his cock twitch and harden beneath you. precum beads through the material, hot and sticky against your folds as you hump shamelessly.
the friction teases your oversensitive clit, drawing whimpers from both of you. he's rock-hard now, straining, the outline of his length pulsing with need. chan's hands grip your hips, stopping you with a groan, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.Â
âwait- we can't. believe me, as much as i want to bury myself in you right now, the wheel...â, his voice is strained, laughter bubbling under the regret, his eyes flicking to your mouth, swollen from his.
the reminder snaps you back - the game, the rules, the wheel spinning fates.
âyeah, you're rightâ, you nod, breathless, easing off him with a pout that turns into a grin, âbut... maybe we could finish this another day? without the wheel i meanâÂ
your words are teasing, laced with promise, and he laughs, the sound relaxed, pulling you in for one more quick kiss, chaste but lingering.
âfuckâ, he mumbles against your lips, pulling back with visible effort, his hands scrubbing over his face - still slick with you - as he sits up, âyou have no idea how hard it is to stop myself from flipping you over and fucking you senseless right here. but yeah, another day. count on itâÂ
you laugh at his flustered admission, the tension easing into shared amusement, watching as he swings his legs off the bed, adjusting his boxers over the prominent bulge.
he stands, shooting you a wink over his shoulder, but in his haste - or distraction - he forgets the sheet, leaving you sprawled naked and exposed, your body humming with unsatisfied want as the door clicks shut behind him. the cool air kisses your skin, but the fire he stoked lingers, leaving you aching, your heart still pounding, ready for whatever the wheel spins next.
you take the moment to glance down at yourself, really look.Â
red marks bloom across your hips like fingerprints from gripping hands, bruises from changbin's strong hold, seungmin's tender but firm grasp. your thighs bear the evidence too, faint welts from teeth and suction, the inner skin slick and shiny with layers of cum and arousal that haven't fully dried.Â
the sheets beneath you are a battle ground - dark wet spots spreading wide, stained with every release from the night. your fingers itch, trailing tentatively along your thigh, dipping into the sticky mess, smearing it upward in lazy circles.Â
it's filthy, intimate, and god, it shouldn't turn you on more, but it does - your core clenches emptily, a fresh trickle of wetness escaping, pooling against the fabric. the temptation builds, your hand inching higher, brushing the edge of your folds, hovering near your swollen clit, your entrance begging for touch after all that teasing denial from chan at the end. just as your fingertip grazes the sensitive nub, sending a spark through you, the door creaks open again.
han slips in, his eyes widening with playful surprise as he catches you mid-act, a glass clutched in one hand. his boxers cling to his lean frame, his hair tousled like he's been running his fingers through it, that mischievous grin spreading across his face.Â
âwhoa, caught red-handed, or should i say, wet-handed? all those orgasms and the boys absolutely wrecking you weren't enough? greedy much?â, his voice is light, teasing, but laced with heat as he shuts the door, his gaze raking over your exposed form, lingering on the hand frozen near your cunt.
you snatch your fingers away, laughing breathlessly, your cheeks burning but refusing to hide - the game's stripped away that shyness long ago.
âhey, blame that damn wheel and the boys for leaving me like this. what? you think i can just switch off after chris had me grinding on his face? itâs your turn to finish what they startedâ
the banter flows easy, pulling him closer as he chuckles, setting the glass on the nightstand with a deliberate clink. he climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping as he settles beside you, propped on one elbow, close enough that his warmth radiates against your side.Â
âiâm the last one standing, or lying, i guess. the bar's sky-high after everyone else, but don't worry, i wonât make you wait any longer. iâm gonna blow your mind, literallyâÂ
his eyes sparkle with that signature han charm, cocky yet endearing, and before you can say anything, he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that's all fire and and hunger - soft at first, then deepening, his tongue slipping past to taste you, drawing a moan from your throat.
he guides you back gently, his body hovering as his mouth breaks away only to trail elsewhere. his lips brush your earlobe, nipping lightly, breath hot as he whispers, âyou have no idea how hard itâs been waiting out there, hearing you with everyone while waiting for my turn with youâÂ
he then moves down to your jaw, sucking a fresh mark there, his tongue soothing the sting before moving to your neck, giving you open-mouthed kisses that make your pulse jump under his touch. you arch into him, your hands finding his shoulders, nails digging in as he gives attention everywhere he can reach - collarbone, the curve of your shoulder - mapping your skin like territory to claim.
his descent slows at your breasts, his mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking the hardened peak before sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to pull a gasp from you. the other gets the same treatment, his hand kneading the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between his fingers until it's aching and sensitive.Â
all the while, his other hand wanders lower, his fingers ghosting over your stomach, then dipping between your thighs. they find your clit first - swollen and throbbing - circling it with feather-light pressure that makes your hips buck.Â
âmmhm, youâre so ready for meâ, he murmurs against your skin, his voice against you, before two fingers slide through your folds, pushing into your entrance with ease, the slick heat welcoming him deep.
you clench around his fingers, overstimulated from the onslaught of the night, but it feels too good to stop - his fingers curl inside, stroking that spot that has you whimpering, his thumb pressing your clit at the same time. he pumps slowly at first, building the rhythm, moving his fingers inside you to stretch you, the wet sounds filling the room.Â
then his head dips lower, until he replaces his thumb with his mouth - his tongue licking your clit in quick, precise flicks while his fingers thrust deeper. you cry out, your thighs trembling as overstimulation wars with pleasure, your hips rising instinctively to ride his face, grinding against his eager tongue.Â
he hums in approval, the vibration shooting straight to your core, lapping at your entrance around his fingers, his mouth tasting the mix of cum still leaking from you. he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening, eyes dark with lust.Â
âthis is only the beginning, you know. i bet you're aching, sore from all we've put you through⊠you need something to cool that fire a bitâÂ
with a wicked grin, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing, and moves to reach for the nightstand. the ice cube he pulls from the glass gleams in the low light, water dripping from it, and your thighs clench involuntarily, slamming shut as a fresh wave of arousal floods you - your cunt leaking visibly onto the already soaked sheets, the cold object making your clit twitch in anticipation.
âopen up for me, baby. trust me, it'll feel insaneâ, he coaxes, prying your legs apart with gentle hands, settling between them again.Â
he starts slow, recapturing your lips in a heated kiss, the cube held away for now. then he starts going down once more - to your neck, a quick suck before pressing the ice there, the chill contrasting his warm mouth, making you shiver and gasp.Â
he trails it lower, over your collarbone, circling one nipple with the melting cube while his lips close over the other, sucking hotly. the dual sensation - icy drip on one side, wet heat on the other - has you writhing, your back arching off the bed, pleas spilling from your lips.Â
âjisung, please, i- more, i need moreâ
he obliges, his mouth following the path to your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel before the ice glides over your hip bone, melting rivulets tracing towards your core. your folds part under his gaze, puffy and dripping, and he teases your first - his lips brushing your inner thighs, nipping the marked skin, while the cube hovers near but not touching.
then his mouth descends to your clit, sucking it gently, his tongue swirling around it, before he presses the ice directly against it. the shock hits like lightning - cold piercing the heat, your body seizing as you moan loudly, a scream tearing from your throat at the intensity.Â
âfuck, jisung- yes, oh god!âÂ
it burns in the best way, numbing the oversensitivity just enough to heighten everything else, your clit pulsing under the rub.
âthat's it, youâre so good for me, taking the ice like a champ, look at you leaking everywhereâ, he praises you, his voice rough with arousal, eyes locked on yours as he circles the cube over your clit, then drags it down your folds, coating it in your warmth.
the melt mixes with your fluids, dripping cool inside your entrance as he pushes the edge there, shallowly. your hips jerk, chasing the sensation, your begging turning to desperate whines. he doesn't make you wait long - his fingers return, three now, stretching you wide as they thrust in, curling against your walls while the ice rubs relentlessly over your clit, tracing every fold, the chill seeping into your most sensitive spots.
the build is merciless, everything from the night crashing together, amplified by this icy torment. your walls flutter wildly around his fingers, gushing more slick, bordering on that edge again, pressure coiling so tight you feel like you'll shatter.Â
âcome for me, baby. let it all out, soak meâ, he says, his voice low and urgent, his thumb replacing the cube to press your clit firmly while his fingers fuck you harder, the ice now melting fully against your thigh.
you break then, your orgasm ripping through you, your body convulsing as you squirt - a hot gush flooding his hand, the sheets, an endless pulsing that leaves you screaming his name. he works you through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping, rubbing your spot until every shake fades, then withdrawing to seal his mouth over your cunt.Â
his tongue laps everything - your release, the watery remnants of ice - cleaning you thoroughly, probing deep to soothe the ache. you're overstimulated beyond words, every flick sending aftershocks that make you twitch and whimper, but you can't help it, your hips still move towards his mouth faintly, chasing the gentle suction, the flat of his tongue soothing your folds.
finally, he crawls up, his face shiny with you, and you pull him down greedily, crashing your lips to his. the kiss is messy, passionate, bodies pressing flush, your breasts against his chest, legs tangling as you taste your cum on his tongue. he groans into it, his hands roaming your back, holding you close in the afterglow.
you break apart panting, your foreheads pressed against the otherâs, and he smiles softly, his thumb brushing your cheek.Â
âyou okay? that was intenseâ, his eyes look at you softer now, wrapping around you like a blanket, making you feel safe, cherished amid the chaos.
âyeah, i just... need a minute to come down. everything feels too muchâ, you murmur, nuzzling his neck, the security of his presence grounding you.
han chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back, âi get it. iâm proud of you for letting go like that. with all of us i meanâ
âthank youâ, you breathe, a small smile tugging at your lips, âfor being so gentle after everythingâ
he moves his head just enough to look at you, his expression softening even more, âalways. you deserve that and moreâ
he leans in again, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, carrying the weight of your moment together. of everything youâve been through since the game started. when you pull apart, he presses his forehead against yours again.
âtake all the time you need, it's over now. the game's done, we will be waiting in the living room whenever you're ready. no rushâ, he reassures, pressing a final, tender kiss to your lips, lingering before pulling away. with one last squeeze of your hand, he slips off the bed, grabbing the empty glass, and heads for the door.
you lie there in the tangled sheets for what feels like an eternity, your body still humming from han's final touch, the cool remnants of the ice long melted but the chill lingering in your memory like a ghost of pleasure.Â
your chest rises and falls in slow breaths, trying to steady the rapid flutter of your heart as the haze of overstimulation clears bit by bit. flashes of the night replay in your mind - the teasing, the dominance, the stretching. it was intense, overwhelming, each orgasm layering on the last until your body felt like a live wire, but god, you enjoyed every second.
minutes stretch, and you finally stir, sitting up with a wince at the delicious soreness between your legs. your cunt throbs faintly, slick still coating your inner thighs, a reminder of how thoroughly they'd used you. glancing down, you see the marks again - bites on your skin, fingerprints on your hips, faint red trails from the silk ties. it's a map of the night, and tracing one mark with your fingertip sends a fresh spark of arousal through you, your clit twitching despite the exhaustion.Â
you slide off the bed, your legs shaky as you pad to the dresser. you pick some new lacy panties - black, sheer enough to tease if they look close - and slip them on, the fabric clinging to your still damp folds, already darkening at the crotch from the persistent wetness. a loose t-shirt follows, hanging just to mid-thigh, your nipples hardening against the thin cotton. no bra, because why bother now? the boys have seen - and tasted - everything.
you open the door and step into the hallway, the living room light spilling warm and inviting. voices murmur ahead, low and excited, and as you round the corner, eight pairs of eyes snap to you, all of them lounging in various states of casual disarray.
âthere she is, our championâ, chan says first, his voice warm as he pats the spot beside him on the couch, âyou okay? you look like you need a hug or something strongerâ
you sink into the couch, tucking your legs under you, the t-shirt riding up just enough to flash lace if you move wrong, and you catch more than one gaze lingering there, heat building again in your core.Â
âi'm good, really. just... processing. that was a lotâÂ
the words come out soft, but honest, and they nod, faces shifting to genuine care.
felix scoots closer, his eyes wide and sweet, âwe weren't too much, right? you looked amazing, but we want you feeling safe afterâ
âyeah, spill, any regrets? or youâre still wordless after we gave you mindblowing orgasms?â, minho teases lightly.
you shake your head, leaning into chan's side as his arm drapes over your shoulders, the solid warmth of him grounding you.Â
âno regrets. it was intense, but i loved it, every minute. you all made me feel so... wanted. cared for. like it was more than just the gameâ
murmurs of agreement ripple through the room, han winking as he adds, âtold you we'd take care of youâ
the talk flows easy then, brief but real. you recount the highlights without specifics, keeping it light, but the undercurrent simmers: the way their bodies felt against yours, cocks hard and leaking, mouths devouring, the slick sounds of your releases. your panties grow damper just from remembering everything, your thighs pressing together subtly.Â
changbin notices, smirking as he flexes his arms, âsounds like we did our jobs rightâ
finally, after the reassurances fade, seungmin leans forward.Â
âso... the big question. who won? who gave you the biggest orgasm? we need a verdict, judgeâ
you bite your lip, drawing out the moment, your eyes scanning their eager faces, cocks probably twitching under clothes at the thought.Â
âhonestly? i donât really know. there were so many different factors, you all made me come in totally different waysâ, your voice drops while you think about the details, and the room heats up - breaths quickening, han shifting to adjust his growing bulge, minho's eyes darkening as he licks his lips.
they lean in, debating playfully.Â
âsee? oral versus penetration, not fair comparisonâ, hyunjin argues, dramatic as ever, gesturing with those artist hands that had traced your skin so teasingly before.
âyeah, and i was one of the first ones, she was fresh, not built up like later,â jeongin chimes in, rubbing his neck but grinning.
chan laughs, his arm tightening around you, âgod, she was so overstimulated when it was my turn that i felt her clench so hard on my tongueâŠâ
you laugh, the sound light but laced with lingering lust, your hand absently trailing chan's thigh, feeling the muscle tense, âexactly. i was really overstimulated by the end, everything felt bigger, hotter. i canât judge you all properlyâ
the discussion bubbles, voices overlapping in good-natured jabs - felix claiming he ended the rougher ones, changbin boasting about his turn, seungmin countering with emotional depth. then you drop the next line, playful but pointed, eyes sparkling as you glance around.Â
âand honestly? it wasn't fair that some of you got to come and others didn't. like, some of you were denied, your boxers tented and leaking pre-cum the whole time. how am i supposed to rate you when you were edged without release?â
a chorus of agreements erupts, joking but heated.Â
âyeah! i was throbbing just from watching you, i was dying to bury myself inside youâ, hyunjin, groans, his hand palming himself subtly through his boxers, the outline of his cock visible.
âyeah, my dick ached just from being there, it was unfair as hellâ, han adds, his eyes on your thighs where the t-shirt has ridden up, exposing lace clinging to your cunt lips.
minho smirks, leaning in, âtold you the wheel was rigged. imagine if we'd all fucked you properâ
seungmin adjusts his boxers, his voice teasing, âsome of us made love instead but point taken. no fair fightâ
you let the tension build, your heart racing as their gazes turn hungry, bodies shifting closer. the air thickens with unspoken want, your nipples hardening under the shirt even more, your cunt clenching at the thought of them all again, cocks sliding in one by one, mouths and hands everywhere.Â
âso, to have a real verdict, a proper answer... i think i'd have to test you all again. same game, but fair this time. everyone gets to come, no holding back. see who really gives the biggest orgasm when we're all unleashed, no wheelsâ, you say teasingly, your voice dropping lower to gain the effect you want.Â
the room explodes in eager chaos, some of the boys jumping up, crowding around the couch, voices overlapping in excited shouts.Â
âhell yes, sign me up, i'll have you breaking down much harder this timeâ, hyunjin declares, his eyes gleaming as he imagines yourself leaking for him again.
âround two? i'm in!â, felix says, bold now, his teeth biting his lip.
chan pulls you closer, breath hot on your ear, âyou really want to finish what we started earlier⊠iâm downâ
you burst out laughing at their eagerness, the way they pile on, hands reaching to touch - a pat here, a squeeze there - the living room turning electric with want and need. it's infectious, your own desire reigniting, your panties soaked through as you imagine the second round: bodies entangled, cocks thrusting without restraint, orgasms crashing without the wheel's limits.Â
âeasy, boys. youâre already so desperate to wreck me again?â, you ask between laughs.
âitâs your own fault, love, we canât get enough of you nowâ, changbin adds while he winks at you.
âwell i really canât blame you⊠you all want me just like i want you all over me, one by one... or maybe all at onceâ
they cheer, pulling you into a group hug that turns into playful wrestle, limbs everywhere, the hint of more hanging thick, a second round begging to unfold, your body already aching for the final verdict.
you can read the sequel âthe christmas roundâ here
a/n âćœĄ: WOAHHH HELLO, its been 90 years. i finally found the right time to get back in the grind again and feed my lovely readers!!! because its november, i was inspired to make this smau LMFAO. hope u enjoy, thanks for da love lil bros đ€
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
âAnd so I told them to just come with us, weâre basically familyâ, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. âOh thatâs lovely honey, Iâm glad we finally worked one outâ, your dad said. Worked one out? âThey said the same, I canât believe weâve never done thisâ, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, itâs not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, itâs just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.Â
So itâs not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but itâs awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. Itâs apparently been a life mission after you and the neighborsâ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, itâs just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you donât want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasnât really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just canât go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesnât seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you donât understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? âY/N, Chris will be there, I know you havenât see each other in forever so youâll be each otherâs buddyâ, your mom said. âDoesnât he have siblings?â, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, âBaby, theyâre young and they wonât be coming. Theyâre overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of itâ, she said. That confused you. A family trip? âSpontaneouslyâ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris werenât?
You sighed, âMom can you at least have some tactâ, you say. Your dad laughs, âLook sweetheart, heâs a good kid no oneâs saying to date him but you try to have fun you knowâ, he says. âI just thought it would be us spending time togetherâ, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. âDonât be like that, weâll spend timeâ, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. âOh, Y/N itâs so good to see youâ, Mrs. Bahng. âItâs good to see you tooâ, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
âY/N! Howâve you been, I hope schoolâs going wellâ, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. âIâm well and it has been, how about you.â, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. âCanât complain, everyoneâs doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finallyâ, he says gesturing. You look to where heâs gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked aboutâogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You donât know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. âCome on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of yearâ, your dad says. You break your âstareâ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. Theyâd flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you werenât complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resortâs dining room, youâre sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
âGood morningâ, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, âmorningâ. It goes back to the silence youâre used to. Until he decides to speak again. âTheyâre being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?â he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. âYou know people often accuse others of what theyâve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a âdateââ, you say in response. He beams, âa date huh? And here I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfastâ, he said. âI donât think itâs a dateâ, you say in offense.
Though it doesnât have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldnât be entirely opposed to it being a date, if thatâs what it actually was. He doesnât respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You donât mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he couldâve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. âGood morning, what can I help you withâ, the receptionist asks. âWhere can I find the event schedule?â you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, âthereâs a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you upâ. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didnât even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didnât walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would âconvenientlyâ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.Â
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe itâs good that the Bahngâs are here on this trip. No. You wonât allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but thatâs it. But based on the way your âfeelingsâ, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you canât face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldnât believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve âproblemsâ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasnât actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now youâre thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but theyâve already said theyâd be busy. âY/N, itâs meâ, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.Â
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. âI know youâre up, come with me to the gymâ, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. âYou went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to comeâ, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, âSeemed like you wanted to come yesterdayâ, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It canât possibly mean anything to him can it? âHmm, stuck on your mind huh?â, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. Youâre caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. Heâs just looking around your room, as if he didnât have the same layout a room over. âWhyâd you ditch me for our date?â, he asked. You scoff, âYou canât be seriousâ, you said.
âSo serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a secondâ, he said with a pout. âYou left and didnât even say bye, plus it wasnât a dateâ, you say. âOh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?â, he asked mockingly. You groaned, âYouâre kind of an ass, you know that?â, you say. âYeah?â, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, âI think you should drop the frontâ, he says. âThe front?â, you ask. âYouâre so obvious, if you donât like me itâs definitely somethingâ, he says. You ignore him, âIf Iâm supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?â, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. âYeah, go change in your bathroomâ, he says. âBut this is my room, how about you leaveâ, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? âSo you can ditch me on our date again?â, he asked. Date? âDate?â, you actualized the thought. âYeah, get dressedâ.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldnât be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he âspottedâ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. âArch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like thatâ, he said âfixingâ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time youâre there. On the walk back, itâs silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. Itâs obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you werenât speaking because you didnât know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. âStill got energy?, thought we burned it all?â, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didnât say anything crazy. Whatâs going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. âIâm gonna take a shower, catch you laterâ, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what heâs doing, that much is clear now. But you canât call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that donât have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, youâre not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like youâre gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe youâll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you wouldâve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, todayâs Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didnât even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. âOkay, everyone thatâs still standing Iâm putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.â, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.Â
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, âHey, Iâm Chris, but you know thatâ, he says. You stiffen, ârelax, itâs just me, or maybe thatâs why you canâtâ, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. âShut upâ, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. âAgainst the rules, we have to talk love, itâs a speed dateâ, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. âMassaging you, duhâ, he says. âNoâyouâre being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlierâ, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, âSeems thatâs what you want it to beâ, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. âY/N?â, he checks in. You donât respond, you donât know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you donât want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. Iâm so stupid. You needed to get dressed, itâs Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You donât want to go there and face them, theyâll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You donât want him to know. Itâs pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You canât even feel mad at him, heâs not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldnât bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. Itâs him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. âYou didnât walk with Chris?â, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, âno mom, why would I?â, you ask with a âlaughâ.
âItâs been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and youâre telling me nothing is happening?â, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. âOh, there he is, Merry Christmas my sonâ, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you arenât too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of âloversâ, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. âY/N, sweetie, did you hear me?â, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, âBaby, are you okay?â, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,â you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? âOh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eatingâ, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. âWhatâs with the laugh son? Were you both up âwatching christmas moviesââ, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husbandâs arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didnât notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, âI don't feel well, Iâm going to try to get some more sleepâ, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, âOk, sweetheart, weâll bring you something backâ, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you canât help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. Youâre completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start âseeingâ âitâ and the âitâ isnât even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn theyâre unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. Itâs all out there now, you canât hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They werenât coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isnât that serious. You said you werenât going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. âI was looking for youâ, he said. You turn back around. You really donât have time to be included in his boredom. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, youâve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlierâ, he says in a voice laced with frustration. âThis is so low of youâ, you say. He scoffs, confused, âLow? Asking if youâre okay is low?â, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, âYes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is lowâ, you say. He sucks his teeth, âWhat are you even talking about?â, he asks. âThis whole trip, youâve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me Iâm taking it that way?!â, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
âBut itâs my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because itâs funny to you that our parents want it. You werenât flirting with me, thatâs just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think itâs ridiculous tooâ, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. âCan you leave?â, you ask him.
He doesnât respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. âYou like me?â, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. âSeriously, thatâs what this is about? you like me and you think Iâm playing with your feelings?â, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. âBecause I said it seems like you want it to be that?â, he asks. You look to the side he isnât sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
âBecause none of my girlfriends last? Thatâs not fairâ, he says. You look at him, âHowâs it not fairââ âthey never last because of youâ, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. âBecause Iâve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the timeâ, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. âYouâve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to comeâ, he continued.
âWhen I noticed you were interested in me, I didnât want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didnât want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, Iâm not playingâ, he said. âOur parents are only that bad because of me, Iâm not acting like this because of my parentsâ, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly canât feel that heâs lying. âAre you serious?â, you ask. âDeadâ, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
âCan I kiss you?â, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. Itâs a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and heâs there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. âWas that okay?â, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic youâd sound if you speak. âCan I kiss you again?â, he asks. You canât help but to say, âYesâ. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. âFuck your lips are so softâ, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, âyou okay?â, he asked. You nodded, âItâs hot, letâs get outâ, you say. Itâs like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. âYeah it isâ, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
Heâs right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. Youâre pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. Heâs peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. âWait-Chris?â, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
âAre we escalating things here?â, you ask. âIf you want to, we donât have toâ, he says. âWe can go back to our room, I wasnât expecting I-â âNo! No, I want to, I justâ, that huge windowâ, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. âItâs okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and treesâ, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, âwe can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise Iâll still want you if we leave here and go backâ, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
âYouâre right though, no one should walk byâ, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. âDonât think I can walk that far, need you nowâ, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. âPleaseâ, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. âSo wet babyâ, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where youâre excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. âOh, fuck, please pleaseââ âshhhh, I know let go when you want to babyâ, he says.
âFeel perfect, havenât even felt inside, can I?â, he asks, you nodded quickly, âyes yes, fuck Chrisâ, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. Youâve always looked at them and noticed things you werenât proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.Â
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. âOh!â, you moan near breathless with a pitch. âThatâs right, let go, feels so good, yeah?â, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know itâs enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesnât hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. âTaste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?â, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think youâll die if he doesnât fuck you. âLater, need you insideâ, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, âfuck, youâre perfectâ he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. âPussyâs pretty tooâ, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, âYou feel goodâ, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, âlike when I praise you huh?â, he asks. âYesâ, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. âFuckâ, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
âTaking me so well, knew you wouldâ, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. âFuck, Iâm so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you foreverâ, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
âShit, squeezinâ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk meâ, he groaned, you clenched. âYouâre dangerous baby, canât do thatâ, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didnât mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. âCum, iâm gonna cum!â, you whine out. âThen come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to meâ, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Waitâyou love him?Â
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. âYou feel okay?â, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, âso okayâ, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. Itâs calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. âI love you tooâ.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each otherâs arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. Itâs the last day of the trip, youâd go home today. âWe should get upâ, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. âIn a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longerâ, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.Â
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. âOk, come on, we got to get upâ, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. Itâs a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasnât a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.Â
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. Youâre glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. âI got itâ, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, âwanted to hold your bags when we got hereâ, he said taking them with his own. You donât argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.Â
When you step into the dining room your parents canât believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. âChristmas miracleâ, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. âIâm glad we cameâ, he says. You nod, âI do tooâ, you say. âSee you at home, neighborâ, he says. You laugh, âsee you at homeâ.Â
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
É . abstract. when hanging out with your two best friends ends up turning into something else entirely.
É . warnings / tags. smutty, mdni. freakyhyunjin agenda, no explicit piv, mentions of grinding ;p
itâs a compromising position.
"felix... right foot, green," hyunjin says. heâs leaning back on the couch a few feet away, arms crossed as he watches the two of you tangle yourselves into knots.
felix flashes you a bashful grin before shifting his weight. he moves his leg carefully, his knee nearly brushing your inner thigh as he finds his spot. hyunjin just laughs, tilting his head. "careful. you look like youâre about to topple over."
"absolutely not," you scoff, trying to ignore how close felix is. heâs radiating heat, and itâs getting harder to preserve your dignity when you kind of just want to melt into him. "iâm winning this time. watch me."
from right by your ear, you hear felix snort. "yeah, right. youâre objectively awful at twister."
"okay, rude. iâm not that bad," you shoot back, your arm starting to tremble slightly. "i don't know anyone else who could hold a squat this long. what kind of stamina do you guys even have?"
"oh, wouldn't you like to know?" hyunjin teases, flashing a lazy, lopsided grin.
you choose to ignore that, focusing entirely on the ache blooming in your side. as much as you hate to admit it, victory feels miles away. you try to adjust your footing, but your sneaker slips a fraction of an inch, making you wobble dangerously.
felix lets out a dry coughâa very poorly disguised laugh. you ignore that, too.
"besides, i won that one time, remember?" you remind them, breathless.
"yeah, except knocking your opponent over is technically cheating," hyunjin says, looking way too comfortable in his seat.
"first of all, i'd like you to point that out in the official rulebook. second, i did not push anyone. 'lix fell on his own. and enough about me! youâve been on that couch for twenty minutes. when is it your turn to actually get on the mat?"
hyunjinâs voice is pure smugness. "after you win."
you groan, letting your head hang for a second.
"left foot on blue, angel," he says, his fingers tapping against a throw pillow.
you hesitate, holding your breath as you gingerly slide your foot across the plastic mat. your new position is a fucked-up downward-facing dog, your ass bumping against felix's crotch. you're about to profusely apologize, but a soft noise leaves his throat, and you can't tell exactly what it is.
either way, it makes your face flush, and you let out an airy breath. heat coils in your stomach, and your keep your eyes fixed directly on the mat beneath you.
hyunjin's voice drops, "right hand, red." felix shuffles, but neither of you really move. his waist brushes against yours, his knee nudging your thigh.
wait. no. that was not his knee.
a soft gasp leaves your mouth before you can help it, eyes widening. your freeze up, loosing your balance. you topple back onto felix, taking him down with you.
"ow," you murmur, peeking an eye open. your back is against his chest, and you're right between his legs. one of his hands is on your side, the other by your tit. your hands fist the fabric of his gym shorts, your legs splayed open.
...it's a lewd scene.
you can feel it against you, especially when you accidentally press further back. felix's fingers dig into your bare skin, your shirt having ridden up, and he groans. the low, raspy sound makes you whimper.
your gaze drifts to hyunjin, and how he pulls his bottom between his teeth. then to the boner he's sporting in his sweatpants. finally, it lands on the empty game box beside him.
except, it doesn't seem so empty. the spinner, discarded long ago, sits in there.
oh. oh.
your heartbeat is quick, and your mouth feels entirely all too dry. how long had he abandoned it, and settled for toying around with you and felix instead?
"you asked about our stamina, yeah?" felix murmurs, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
you watch hyunjin rise from his spot, running a hand through his hair. "how 'bout we show you?"
your muscles were about to ache in a whole other way.
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
âAnd so I told them to just come with us, weâre basically familyâ, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. âOh thatâs lovely honey, Iâm glad we finally worked one outâ, your dad said. Worked one out? âThey said the same, I canât believe weâve never done thisâ, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, itâs not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, itâs just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.Â
So itâs not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but itâs awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. Itâs apparently been a life mission after you and the neighborsâ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, itâs just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you donât want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasnât really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just canât go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesnât seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you donât understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? âY/N, Chris will be there, I know you havenât see each other in forever so youâll be each otherâs buddyâ, your mom said. âDoesnât he have siblings?â, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, âBaby, theyâre young and they wonât be coming. Theyâre overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of itâ, she said. That confused you. A family trip? âSpontaneouslyâ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris werenât?
You sighed, âMom can you at least have some tactâ, you say. Your dad laughs, âLook sweetheart, heâs a good kid no oneâs saying to date him but you try to have fun you knowâ, he says. âI just thought it would be us spending time togetherâ, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. âDonât be like that, weâll spend timeâ, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. âOh, Y/N itâs so good to see youâ, Mrs. Bahng. âItâs good to see you tooâ, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
âY/N! Howâve you been, I hope schoolâs going wellâ, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. âIâm well and it has been, how about you.â, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. âCanât complain, everyoneâs doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finallyâ, he says gesturing. You look to where heâs gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked aboutâogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You donât know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. âCome on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of yearâ, your dad says. You break your âstareâ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. Theyâd flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you werenât complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resortâs dining room, youâre sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
âGood morningâ, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, âmorningâ. It goes back to the silence youâre used to. Until he decides to speak again. âTheyâre being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?â he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. âYou know people often accuse others of what theyâve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a âdateââ, you say in response. He beams, âa date huh? And her I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfastâ, he said. âI donât think itâs a dateâ, you say in offense.
Though it doesnât have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldnât be entirely opposed to it being a date, if thatâs what it actually was. He doesnât respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You donât mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he couldâve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. âGood morning, what can I help you withâ, the receptionist asks. âWhere can I find the event schedule?â you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, âthereâs a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you upâ. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didnât even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didnât walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would âconvenientlyâ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.Â
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe itâs good that the Bahngâs are here on this trip. No. You wonât allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but thatâs it. But based on the way your âfeelingsâ, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you canât face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldnât believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve âproblemsâ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasnât actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now youâre thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but theyâve already said theyâd be busy. âY/N, itâs meâ, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.Â
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. âI know youâre up, come with me to the gymâ, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. âYou went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to comeâ, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, âSeemed like you wanted to come yesterdayâ, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It canât possibly mean anything to him can it? âHmm, stuck on your mind huh?â, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. Youâre caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. Heâs just looking around your room, as if he didnât have the same layout a room over. âWhyâd you ditch me for our date?â, he asked. You scoff, âYou canât be seriousâ, you said.
âSo serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a secondâ, he said with a pout. âYou left and didnât even say bye, plus it wasnât a dateâ, you say. âOh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?â, he asked mockingly. You groaned, âYouâre kind of an ass, you know that?â, you say. âYeah?â, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, âI think you should drop the frontâ, he says. âThe front?â, you ask. âYouâre so obvious, if you donât like me itâs definitely somethingâ, he says. You ignore him, âIf Iâm supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?â, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. âYeah, go change in your bathroomâ, he says. âBut this is my room, how about you leaveâ, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? âSo you can ditch me on our date again?â, he asked. Date? âDate?â, you actualized the thought. âYeah, get dressedâ.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldnât be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he âspottedâ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. âArch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like thatâ, he said âfixingâ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time youâre there. On the walk back, itâs silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. Itâs obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you werenât speaking because you didnât know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. âStill got energy?, thought we burned it all?â, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didnât say anything crazy. Whatâs going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. âIâm gonna take a shower, catch you laterâ, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what heâs doing, that much is clear now. But you canât call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that donât have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, youâre not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like youâre gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe youâll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you wouldâve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, todayâs Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didnât even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. âOkay, everyone thatâs still standing Iâm putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.â, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.Â
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, âHey, Iâm Chris, but you know thatâ, he says. You stiffen, ârelax, itâs just me, or maybe thatâs why you canâtâ, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. âShut upâ, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. âAgainst the rules, we have to talk love, itâs a speed dateâ, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. âMassaging you, duhâ, he says. âNoâyouâre being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlierâ, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, âSeems thatâs what you want it to beâ, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. âY/N?â, he checks in. You donât respond, you donât know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you donât want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. Iâm so stupid. You needed to get dressed, itâs Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You donât want to go there and face them, theyâll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You donât want him to know. Itâs pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You canât even feel mad at him, heâs not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldnât bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. Itâs him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. âYou didnât walk with Chris?â, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, âno mom, why would I?â, you ask with a âlaughâ.
âItâs been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and youâre telling me nothing is happening?â, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. âOh, there he is, Merry Christmas my sonâ, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you arenât too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of âloversâ, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. âY/N, sweetie, did you hear me?â, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, âBaby, are you okay?â, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,â you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? âOh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eatingâ, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. âWhatâs with the laugh son? Were you both up âwatching christmas moviesââ, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husbandâs arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didnât notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, âI don't feel well, Iâm going to try to get some more sleepâ, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, âOk, sweetheart, weâll bring you something backâ, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you canât help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. Youâre completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start âseeingâ âitâ and the âitâ isnât even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn theyâre unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. Itâs all out there now, you canât hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They werenât coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isnât that serious. You said you werenât going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. âI was looking for youâ, he said. You turn back around. You really donât have time to be included in his boredom. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, youâve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlierâ, he says in a voice laced with frustration. âThis is so low of youâ, you say. He scoffs, confused, âLow? Asking if youâre okay is low?â, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, âYes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is lowâ, you say. He sucks his teeth, âWhat are you even talking about?â, he asks. âThis whole trip, youâve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me Iâm taking it that way?!â, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
âBut itâs my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because itâs funny to you that our parents want it. You werenât flirting with me, thatâs just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think itâs ridiculous tooâ, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. âCan you leave?â, you ask him.
He doesnât respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. âYou like me?â, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. âSeriously, thatâs what this is about? you like me and you think Iâm playing with your feelings?â, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. âBecause I said it seems like you want it to be that?â, he asks. You look to the side he isnât sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
âBecause none of my girlfriends last? Thatâs not fairâ, he says. You look at him, âHowâs it not fairââ âthey never last because of youâ, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. âBecause Iâve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the timeâ, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. âYouâve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to comeâ, he continued.
âWhen I noticed you were interested in me, I didnât want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didnât want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, Iâm not playingâ, he said. âOur parents are only that bad because of me, Iâm not acting like this because of my parentsâ, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly canât feel that heâs lying. âAre you serious?â, you ask. âDeadâ, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
âCan I kiss you?â, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. Itâs a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and heâs there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. âWas that okay?â, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic youâd sound if you speak. âCan I kiss you again?â, he asks. You canât help but to say, âYesâ. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. âFuck your lips are so softâ, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, âyou okay?â, he asked. You nodded, âItâs hot, letâs get outâ, you say. Itâs like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. âYeah it isâ, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
Heâs right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. Youâre pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. Heâs peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. âWait-Chris?â, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
âAre we escalating things here?â, you ask. âIf you want to, we donât have toâ, he says. âWe can go back to our room, I wasnât expecting I-â âNo! No, I want to, I justâ, that huge windowâ, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. âItâs okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and treesâ, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, âwe can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise Iâll still want you if we leave here and go backâ, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
âYouâre right though, no one should walk byâ, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. âDonât think I can walk that far, need you nowâ, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. âPleaseâ, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. âSo wet babyâ, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where youâre excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. âOh, fuck, please pleaseââ âshhhh, I know let go when you want to babyâ, he says.
âFeel perfect, havenât even felt inside, can I?â, he asks, you nodded quickly, âyes yes, fuck Chrisâ, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. Youâve always looked at them and noticed things you werenât proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.Â
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. âOh!â, you moan near breathless with a pitch. âThatâs right, let go, feels so good, yeah?â, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know itâs enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesnât hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. âTaste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?â, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think youâll die if he doesnât fuck you. âLater, need you insideâ, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, âfuck, youâre perfectâ he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. âPussyâs pretty tooâ, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, âYou feel goodâ, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, âlike when I praise you huh?â, he asks. âYesâ, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. âFuckâ, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
âTaking me so well, knew you wouldâ, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. âFuck, Iâm so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you foreverâ, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
âShit, squeezinâ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk meâ, he groaned, you clenched. âYouâre dangerous baby, canât do thatâ, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didnât mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. âCum, iâm gonna cum!â, you whine out. âThen come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to meâ, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Waitâyou love him?Â
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. âYou feel okay?â, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, âso okayâ, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. Itâs calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. âI love you tooâ.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each otherâs arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. Itâs the last day of the trip, youâd go home today. âWe should get upâ, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. âIn a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longerâ, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.Â
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. âOk, come on, we got to get upâ, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. Itâs a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasnât a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.Â
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. Youâre glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. âI got itâ, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, âwanted to hold your bags when we got hereâ, he said taking them with his own. You donât argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.Â
When you step into the dining room your parents canât believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. âChristmas miracleâ, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. âIâm glad we cameâ, he says. You nod, âI do tooâ, you say. âSee you at home, neighborâ, he says. You laugh, âsee you at homeâ.Â
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
âAnd so I told them to just come with us, weâre basically familyâ, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. âOh thatâs lovely honey, Iâm glad we finally worked one outâ, your dad said. Worked one out? âThey said the same, I canât believe weâve never done thisâ, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, itâs not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, itâs just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.Â
So itâs not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but itâs awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. Itâs apparently been a life mission after you and the neighborsâ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, itâs just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you donât want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasnât really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just canât go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesnât seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you donât understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? âY/N, Chris will be there, I know you havenât see each other in forever so youâll be each otherâs buddyâ, your mom said. âDoesnât he have siblings?â, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, âBaby, theyâre young and they wonât be coming. Theyâre overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of itâ, she said. That confused you. A family trip? âSpontaneouslyâ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris werenât?
You sighed, âMom can you at least have some tactâ, you say. Your dad laughs, âLook sweetheart, heâs a good kid no oneâs saying to date him but you try to have fun you knowâ, he says. âI just thought it would be us spending time togetherâ, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. âDonât be like that, weâll spend timeâ, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. âOh, Y/N itâs so good to see youâ, Mrs. Bahng. âItâs good to see you tooâ, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
âY/N! Howâve you been, I hope schoolâs going wellâ, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. âIâm well and it has been, how about you.â, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. âCanât complain, everyoneâs doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finallyâ, he says gesturing. You look to where heâs gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked aboutâogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You donât know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. âCome on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of yearâ, your dad says. You break your âstareâ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. Theyâd flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you werenât complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resortâs dining room, youâre sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
âGood morningâ, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, âmorningâ. It goes back to the silence youâre used to. Until he decides to speak again. âTheyâre being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?â he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. âYou know people often accuse others of what theyâve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a âdateââ, you say in response. He beams, âa date huh? And her I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfastâ, he said. âI donât think itâs a dateâ, you say in offense.
Though it doesnât have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldnât be entirely opposed to it being a date, if thatâs what it actually was. He doesnât respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You donât mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he couldâve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. âGood morning, what can I help you withâ, the receptionist asks. âWhere can I find the event schedule?â you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, âthereâs a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you upâ. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didnât even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didnât walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would âconvenientlyâ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.Â
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe itâs good that the Bahngâs are here on this trip. No. You wonât allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but thatâs it. But based on the way your âfeelingsâ, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you canât face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldnât believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve âproblemsâ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasnât actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now youâre thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but theyâve already said theyâd be busy. âY/N, itâs meâ, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.Â
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. âI know youâre up, come with me to the gymâ, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. âYou went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to comeâ, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, âSeemed like you wanted to come yesterdayâ, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It canât possibly mean anything to him can it? âHmm, stuck on your mind huh?â, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. Youâre caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. Heâs just looking around your room, as if he didnât have the same layout a room over. âWhyâd you ditch me for our date?â, he asked. You scoff, âYou canât be seriousâ, you said.
âSo serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a secondâ, he said with a pout. âYou left and didnât even say bye, plus it wasnât a dateâ, you say. âOh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?â, he asked mockingly. You groaned, âYouâre kind of an ass, you know that?â, you say. âYeah?â, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, âI think you should drop the frontâ, he says. âThe front?â, you ask. âYouâre so obvious, if you donât like me itâs definitely somethingâ, he says. You ignore him, âIf Iâm supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?â, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. âYeah, go change in your bathroomâ, he says. âBut this is my room, how about you leaveâ, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? âSo you can ditch me on our date again?â, he asked. Date? âDate?â, you actualized the thought. âYeah, get dressedâ.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldnât be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he âspottedâ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. âArch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like thatâ, he said âfixingâ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time youâre there. On the walk back, itâs silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. Itâs obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you werenât speaking because you didnât know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. âStill got energy?, thought we burned it all?â, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didnât say anything crazy. Whatâs going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. âIâm gonna take a shower, catch you laterâ, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what heâs doing, that much is clear now. But you canât call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that donât have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, youâre not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like youâre gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe youâll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you wouldâve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, todayâs Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didnât even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. âOkay, everyone thatâs still standing Iâm putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.â, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.Â
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, âHey, Iâm Chris, but you know thatâ, he says. You stiffen, ârelax, itâs just me, or maybe thatâs why you canâtâ, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. âShut upâ, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. âAgainst the rules, we have to talk love, itâs a speed dateâ, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. âMassaging you, duhâ, he says. âNoâyouâre being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlierâ, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, âSeems thatâs what you want it to beâ, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. âY/N?â, he checks in. You donât respond, you donât know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you donât want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. Iâm so stupid. You needed to get dressed, itâs Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You donât want to go there and face them, theyâll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You donât want him to know. Itâs pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You canât even feel mad at him, heâs not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldnât bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. Itâs him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. âYou didnât walk with Chris?â, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, âno mom, why would I?â, you ask with a âlaughâ.
âItâs been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and youâre telling me nothing is happening?â, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. âOh, there he is, Merry Christmas my sonâ, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you arenât too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of âloversâ, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. âY/N, sweetie, did you hear me?â, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, âBaby, are you okay?â, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,â you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? âOh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eatingâ, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. âWhatâs with the laugh son? Were you both up âwatching christmas moviesââ, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husbandâs arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didnât notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, âI don't feel well, Iâm going to try to get some more sleepâ, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, âOk, sweetheart, weâll bring you something backâ, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you canât help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. Youâre completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start âseeingâ âitâ and the âitâ isnât even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn theyâre unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. Itâs all out there now, you canât hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They werenât coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isnât that serious. You said you werenât going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. âI was looking for youâ, he said. You turn back around. You really donât have time to be included in his boredom. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, youâve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlierâ, he says in a voice laced with frustration. âThis is so low of youâ, you say. He scoffs, confused, âLow? Asking if youâre okay is low?â, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, âYes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is lowâ, you say. He sucks his teeth, âWhat are you even talking about?â, he asks. âThis whole trip, youâve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me Iâm taking it that way?!â, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
âBut itâs my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because itâs funny to you that our parents want it. You werenât flirting with me, thatâs just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think itâs ridiculous tooâ, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. âCan you leave?â, you ask him.
He doesnât respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. âYou like me?â, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. âSeriously, thatâs what this is about? you like me and you think Iâm playing with your feelings?â, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. âBecause I said it seems like you want it to be that?â, he asks. You look to the side he isnât sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
âBecause none of my girlfriends last? Thatâs not fairâ, he says. You look at him, âHowâs it not fairââ âthey never last because of youâ, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. âBecause Iâve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the timeâ, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. âYouâve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to comeâ, he continued.
âWhen I noticed you were interested in me, I didnât want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didnât want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, Iâm not playingâ, he said. âOur parents are only that bad because of me, Iâm not acting like this because of my parentsâ, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly canât feel that heâs lying. âAre you serious?â, you ask. âDeadâ, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
âCan I kiss you?â, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. Itâs a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and heâs there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. âWas that okay?â, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic youâd sound if you speak. âCan I kiss you again?â, he asks. You canât help but to say, âYesâ. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. âFuck your lips are so softâ, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, âyou okay?â, he asked. You nodded, âItâs hot, letâs get outâ, you say. Itâs like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. âYeah it isâ, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
Heâs right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. Youâre pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. Heâs peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. âWait-Chris?â, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
âAre we escalating things here?â, you ask. âIf you want to, we donât have toâ, he says. âWe can go back to our room, I wasnât expecting I-â âNo! No, I want to, I justâ, that huge windowâ, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. âItâs okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and treesâ, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, âwe can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise Iâll still want you if we leave here and go backâ, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
âYouâre right though, no one should walk byâ, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. âDonât think I can walk that far, need you nowâ, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. âPleaseâ, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. âSo wet babyâ, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where youâre excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. âOh, fuck, please pleaseââ âshhhh, I know let go when you want to babyâ, he says.
âFeel perfect, havenât even felt inside, can I?â, he asks, you nodded quickly, âyes yes, fuck Chrisâ, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. Youâve always looked at them and noticed things you werenât proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.Â
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. âOh!â, you moan near breathless with a pitch. âThatâs right, let go, feels so good, yeah?â, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know itâs enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesnât hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. âTaste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?â, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think youâll die if he doesnât fuck you. âLater, need you insideâ, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, âfuck, youâre perfectâ he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. âPussyâs pretty tooâ, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, âYou feel goodâ, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, âlike when I praise you huh?â, he asks. âYesâ, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. âFuckâ, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
âTaking me so well, knew you wouldâ, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. âFuck, Iâm so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you foreverâ, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
âShit, squeezinâ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk meâ, he groaned, you clenched. âYouâre dangerous baby, canât do thatâ, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didnât mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. âCum, iâm gonna cum!â, you whine out. âThen come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to meâ, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Waitâyou love him?Â
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. âYou feel okay?â, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, âso okayâ, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. Itâs calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. âI love you tooâ.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each otherâs arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. Itâs the last day of the trip, youâd go home today. âWe should get upâ, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. âIn a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longerâ, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.Â
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. âOk, come on, we got to get upâ, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. Itâs a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasnât a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.Â
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. Youâre glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. âI got itâ, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, âwanted to hold your bags when we got hereâ, he said taking them with his own. You donât argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.Â
When you step into the dining room your parents canât believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. âChristmas miracleâ, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. âIâm glad we cameâ, he says. You nod, âI do tooâ, you say. âSee you at home, neighborâ, he says. You laugh, âsee you at homeâ.Â
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
âAnd so I told them to just come with us, weâre basically familyâ, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. âOh thatâs lovely honey, Iâm glad we finally worked one outâ, your dad said. Worked one out? âThey said the same, I canât believe weâve never done thisâ, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, itâs not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, itâs just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.Â
So itâs not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but itâs awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. Itâs apparently been a life mission after you and the neighborsâ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, itâs just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you donât want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasnât really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just canât go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesnât seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you donât understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? âY/N, Chris will be there, I know you havenât see each other in forever so youâll be each otherâs buddyâ, your mom said. âDoesnât he have siblings?â, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, âBaby, theyâre young and they wonât be coming. Theyâre overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of itâ, she said. That confused you. A family trip? âSpontaneouslyâ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris werenât?
You sighed, âMom can you at least have some tactâ, you say. Your dad laughs, âLook sweetheart, heâs a good kid no oneâs saying to date him but you try to have fun you knowâ, he says. âI just thought it would be us spending time togetherâ, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. âDonât be like that, weâll spend timeâ, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. âOh, Y/N itâs so good to see youâ, Mrs. Bahng. âItâs good to see you tooâ, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
âY/N! Howâve you been, I hope schoolâs going wellâ, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. âIâm well and it has been, how about you.â, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. âCanât complain, everyoneâs doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finallyâ, he says gesturing. You look to where heâs gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked aboutâogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You donât know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. âCome on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of yearâ, your dad says. You break your âstareâ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. Theyâd flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you werenât complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resortâs dining room, youâre sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
âGood morningâ, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, âmorningâ. It goes back to the silence youâre used to. Until he decides to speak again. âTheyâre being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?â he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. âYou know people often accuse others of what theyâve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a âdateââ, you say in response. He beams, âa date huh? And here I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfastâ, he said. âI donât think itâs a dateâ, you say in offense.
Though it doesnât have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldnât be entirely opposed to it being a date, if thatâs what it actually was. He doesnât respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You donât mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he couldâve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. âGood morning, what can I help you withâ, the receptionist asks. âWhere can I find the event schedule?â you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, âthereâs a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you upâ. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didnât even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didnât walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would âconvenientlyâ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.Â
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe itâs good that the Bahngâs are here on this trip. No. You wonât allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but thatâs it. But based on the way your âfeelingsâ, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you canât face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldnât believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve âproblemsâ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasnât actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now youâre thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but theyâve already said theyâd be busy. âY/N, itâs meâ, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.Â
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. âI know youâre up, come with me to the gymâ, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. âYou went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to comeâ, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, âSeemed like you wanted to come yesterdayâ, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It canât possibly mean anything to him can it? âHmm, stuck on your mind huh?â, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. Youâre caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. Heâs just looking around your room, as if he didnât have the same layout a room over. âWhyâd you ditch me for our date?â, he asked. You scoff, âYou canât be seriousâ, you said.
âSo serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a secondâ, he said with a pout. âYou left and didnât even say bye, plus it wasnât a dateâ, you say. âOh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?â, he asked mockingly. You groaned, âYouâre kind of an ass, you know that?â, you say. âYeah?â, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, âI think you should drop the frontâ, he says. âThe front?â, you ask. âYouâre so obvious, if you donât like me itâs definitely somethingâ, he says. You ignore him, âIf Iâm supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?â, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. âYeah, go change in your bathroomâ, he says. âBut this is my room, how about you leaveâ, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? âSo you can ditch me on our date again?â, he asked. Date? âDate?â, you actualized the thought. âYeah, get dressedâ.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldnât be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he âspottedâ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. âArch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like thatâ, he said âfixingâ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time youâre there. On the walk back, itâs silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. Itâs obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you werenât speaking because you didnât know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. âStill got energy?, thought we burned it all?â, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didnât say anything crazy. Whatâs going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. âIâm gonna take a shower, catch you laterâ, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what heâs doing, that much is clear now. But you canât call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that donât have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, youâre not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like youâre gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe youâll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you wouldâve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, todayâs Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didnât even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. âOkay, everyone thatâs still standing Iâm putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.â, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.Â
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, âHey, Iâm Chris, but you know thatâ, he says. You stiffen, ârelax, itâs just me, or maybe thatâs why you canâtâ, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. âShut upâ, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. âAgainst the rules, we have to talk love, itâs a speed dateâ, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. âWhat are you doing?â, you say. âMassaging you, duhâ, he says. âNoâyouâre being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlierâ, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, âSeems thatâs what you want it to beâ, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. âY/N?â, he checks in. You donât respond, you donât know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you donât want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. Iâm so stupid. You needed to get dressed, itâs Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You donât want to go there and face them, theyâll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You donât want him to know. Itâs pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You canât even feel mad at him, heâs not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldnât bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. Itâs him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. âYou didnât walk with Chris?â, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, âno mom, why would I?â, you ask with a âlaughâ.
âItâs been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and youâre telling me nothing is happening?â, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. âOh, there he is, Merry Christmas my sonâ, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you arenât too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of âloversâ, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. âY/N, sweetie, did you hear me?â, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, âBaby, are you okay?â, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. âYeah, Iâm fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,â you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? âOh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eatingâ, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. âWhatâs with the laugh son? Were you both up âwatching christmas moviesââ, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husbandâs arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didnât notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, âI don't feel well, Iâm going to try to get some more sleepâ, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, âOk, sweetheart, weâll bring you something backâ, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you canât help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. Youâre completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start âseeingâ âitâ and the âitâ isnât even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn theyâre unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. Itâs all out there now, you canât hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They werenât coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isnât that serious. You said you werenât going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. âI was looking for youâ, he said. You turn back around. You really donât have time to be included in his boredom. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, youâve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlierâ, he says in a voice laced with frustration. âThis is so low of youâ, you say. He scoffs, confused, âLow? Asking if youâre okay is low?â, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, âYes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is lowâ, you say. He sucks his teeth, âWhat are you even talking about?â, he asks. âThis whole trip, youâve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me Iâm taking it that way?!â, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
âBut itâs my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because itâs funny to you that our parents want it. You werenât flirting with me, thatâs just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think itâs ridiculous tooâ, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. âCan you leave?â, you ask him.
He doesnât respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. âYou like me?â, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. âSeriously, thatâs what this is about? you like me and you think Iâm playing with your feelings?â, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. âBecause I said it seems like you want it to be that?â, he asks. You look to the side he isnât sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
âBecause none of my girlfriends last? Thatâs not fairâ, he says. You look at him, âHowâs it not fairââ âthey never last because of youâ, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. âBecause Iâve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the timeâ, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. âYouâve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to comeâ, he continued.
âWhen I noticed you were interested in me, I didnât want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didnât want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, Iâm not playingâ, he said. âOur parents are only that bad because of me, Iâm not acting like this because of my parentsâ, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly canât feel that heâs lying. âAre you serious?â, you ask. âDeadâ, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
âCan I kiss you?â, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. Itâs a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and heâs there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. âWas that okay?â, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic youâd sound if you speak. âCan I kiss you again?â, he asks. You canât help but to say, âYesâ. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. âFuck your lips are so softâ, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, âyou okay?â, he asked. You nodded, âItâs hot, letâs get outâ, you say. Itâs like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. âYeah it isâ, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
Heâs right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. Youâre pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. Heâs peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. âWait-Chris?â, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
âAre we escalating things here?â, you ask. âIf you want to, we donât have toâ, he says. âWe can go back to our room, I wasnât expecting I-â âNo! No, I want to, I justâ, that huge windowâ, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. âItâs okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and treesâ, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, âwe can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise Iâll still want you if we leave here and go backâ, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
âYouâre right though, no one should walk byâ, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. âDonât think I can walk that far, need you nowâ, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. âPleaseâ, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. âSo wet babyâ, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where youâre excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. âOh, fuck, please pleaseââ âshhhh, I know let go when you want to babyâ, he says.
âFeel perfect, havenât even felt inside, can I?â, he asks, you nodded quickly, âyes yes, fuck Chrisâ, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. Youâve always looked at them and noticed things you werenât proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.Â
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. âOh!â, you moan near breathless with a pitch. âThatâs right, let go, feels so good, yeah?â, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know itâs enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesnât hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. âTaste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?â, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think youâll die if he doesnât fuck you. âLater, need you insideâ, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, âfuck, youâre perfectâ he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. âPussyâs pretty tooâ, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, âYou feel goodâ, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, âlike when I praise you huh?â, he asks. âYesâ, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. âFuckâ, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
âTaking me so well, knew you wouldâ, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. âFuck, Iâm so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you foreverâ, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
âShit, squeezinâ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk meâ, he groaned, you clenched. âYouâre dangerous baby, canât do thatâ, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didnât mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. âCum, iâm gonna cum!â, you whine out. âThen come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to meâ, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Waitâyou love him?Â
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. âYou feel okay?â, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, âso okayâ, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. Itâs calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. âI love you tooâ.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each otherâs arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. Itâs the last day of the trip, youâd go home today. âWe should get upâ, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. âIn a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longerâ, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.Â
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. âOk, come on, we got to get upâ, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. Itâs a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasnât a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.Â
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. Youâre glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. âI got itâ, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, âwanted to hold your bags when we got hereâ, he said taking them with his own. You donât argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.Â
When you step into the dining room your parents canât believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. âChristmas miracleâ, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. âIâm glad we cameâ, he says. You nod, âI do tooâ, you say. âSee you at home, neighborâ, he says. You laugh, âsee you at homeâ.Â
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
ì€ížë ìŽ í€ìŠ â | felix has some critiques, eighteen plus, minors and ageless blogs do not interact.
â pairing professor felix x fem reader
â warnings age gap (felix mid 30s, reader early 20s), dubcon, office sex, (unprotected piv, pull-out method)*,power dynamic, oral f. & m. receiving, fingering f.receiving, risk of getting caught. *unsafe, donât do
â word count: 4.7k
you sat nervously in the waiting area of the universityâs communications department, taking glances at your phone to check the time. the time that seemed to not move. you were anxious, unbelievably so, one of the reasons you were even sitting here in this very waiting room hoping maybe, just maybe you can catch a break. you had to take public speaking as a degree requirement and have yet to conquer the fear of standing up in front of like twenty people. your presentation date looming ever closer as the minutes passed.
a door clicked open and out popped one of the reasons for the sudden difficulty you were facing. dare you say the main. professor lee. could talk for hours, days about literally anything to anyone. and itâs also important to mention, the new professor is currently working towards his phd with looks way deserving of praise. but he was so humble, never bragged about his education, makes jokes about the struggles of college, and never makes his students concerns seem immature. you liked him. maybe too much, how could you not.
ây/n!, iâm all ready for youâ, he called to you, face beaming with the warmest smile. you gathered your things and made your way over to him. he held the door open for you as you walked into his office and let it close as he followed behind you when you started taking a seat. âso, whatâs up?â he asks as he sits down at his desk and props his elbows on the table to rest his head on his hands. it was slightly cold in the room and that paired with the attentiveness of his gaze caused your brain to fog.
it only took you a moment to recover once you heard him let out a slightly amused huff. âi wanted to talk about my presentation in your classâ, you say. he gives a slight nod and responds, âokay, what about it?â you sit straighter, âi have a problem with publicly speaking and i wanted to know if there was any way possible for me push back my presentationâ, you said. his face goes a bit serious, âyou present tomorrow,â he says. and itâs in a much different tone heâs ever used before.
âi know butââ âyouâve had this presentation slot for months, this is so last minute,â he cuts off. your face falls, he wasnât going to grant you an extension. noticing your newfound hopelessness, he sits back against his chair, resting his hands down flat on the table and sighs. âlook, i would do it for you, you know that, but this is considered a midterm and if itâs not done tomorrow itâs not done at all and i would hate for you to have a zero as a midterm, iâd have to drop you for the course,â he says. it dawns on you that maybe you shouldnât have put off having this conversation, thinking youâd be prepared when your time comes.
âmaybe we can fix your speaking problems though, iâve had this talk with many students and it helped themâ, he says. your face adorns a hopeful look and he smiles. âwhat about it causes you problems?â, he asks. âi get nervous in front of crowds and itâs like my mouth wonât workâ, you respond. he looks amused as he opens his mouth to respond, âyour mouthâŠwonât work?â, he asked. you sigh in embarrassment, âi know it sounds silly butââ âno, no, itâs just i totally get what you mean, and i can help you outâ, he says.
he has a big smile now, watching as your eyes light up. âreally?, thank you professor leeâ, you say. âplease, donât be so formal, and of course, i want you to be successful in this course,â he said. and you were so grateful to have a professor like him. or were you, because on the opposite side of the desk he was sporting an erection. one that could only come from the begging and hopelessness of his students coming to him as their last resort. and he wasnât dumb, he knew the class had an interest in him outside of learning. he hears thingsâknows things.
and most particularly, he heard about you. about how you apparently canât speak in his class because youâre afraid youâll embarrass yourself in front of him. he should be better than this, but he canât find it in himself when you provide him with just enough to not. and now when you get nervous in front of âcrowdsâ, your mouth doesnât work? despite that, itâs wrong. but there are technicalities that keep him from feeling shame: 1. heâs not seeing any one at the moment 2. heâs leaving the university next semester to go back home to help his siblings take care of his parents 3. itâs not like you donât want it.
you werenât shy, until it came to him. because he heard how well you can âpubliclyâ speak, since you arenât quiet at all in those study rooms you book with your peers. hears you sometimes when heâs dropping by to talk to the librarian. hears you talking about the hot professor that renders you speechless without so much as a glance.
and any other professors would be disturbed at the fact that their students were sexualizing them. but not him, no, not him. he just let it happen. in fact he wasnât even going to act on it, until you just happened to book a session for his last office hour of the day. âso how can you help?â, you ask. he laughs and it confuses you. âweâre going to help your mouth work,â he says. you laugh when he says it because it sounded so obvious, but it ceased when he stood up from his desk. your eyes dropped then quickly looked away, and heâs laughing again as he approaches you.
âto teach, i have to show first, you gotta know to do itâ, he says. youâre unsure of what heâs talking about now, because you really believed he knew how to help. âprofessor leeââ âfelix, y/n, told you donât be so formal,â he says. this is unreal, itâs something out of an in-class daydream. there was no way this was actually happening. his hand come to grip your chin, making you look up at him. âcan i show you?,â he asks. you know you should say no, because this was wrong. he was your professor and if anyone comes in youâll both be screwed, but youâve waited two full months for anything like this to happen. you go to nod your head, but meet resistance at his hand, he shakes his head at you. âwords, you can use them,â he says. âyesâ
he lets out a hum of approval and releases you. âgo sit on my desk,â he says. you stand from your seat and turn to sit down on his desk. itâs a bit higher than you thought so you bring your leg up to hop up on it. âthatâs actually perfect, stay right there,â he says, replacing you in the seat you abandoned. he scoots himself towards you and youâre forced to lift your legs up onto the arms of the chair, unless you wanted to risks them getting stuck between said chair and the desk.
he looks up at you, where you sit on the desk. your heart is beating so fast as adrenaline runs through your veins. there was no way this was happening, you and your professor are in a compromising position. âgonna show you how my mouth works first, okay? pay attentionâ, he says. he moves himself forward to the edge of the chair, hands coming up to caress your conveniently spread thighs. you felt a whoosh in your lower stomach from it all. âokay?â, he repeats and you meet his eyes. the words die when you see the hunger, the pure need in his eyes. so you nod. he smirks, lets out a sigh and pokes his tongue to the side between his teeth.
âweâll fix that, but right now i really need words, is this okay?â, he asks. âyesâ, it comes out subconsciously. but your mind was swarmed with questions, âhow would this help?â, âhow am i supposed to look at him tomorrow, let alone present after this?â, âhow did he come up with this as a solution?â, âhow many other students did he âhelpâ?â
his hands reached the button on your pants and unfastened it, and suddenly you regret it being one of your comfy days because there was nothing sexy at all about your choice of underwear today. he then unzipped your zipper and you tore your eyes from him, suddenly finding the degrees on the wall interesting.
âlean back, lift upâ, he said and it brought your attention back to him. he quirked a brow and patted your thigh, âgotta take these off.â of course, they needed to come off to do what he was talking about doing, why were you so confused? you leaned back on his desk and surprisingly your head could rest right at the edge. you lifted your hips and felt him drag your pants down to your ankles.
âiâm leaving these here for convenience, canât take it all off, what if someone stops by,â he says passively. but it sticks with you because the thought was already in your head. you donât get much time to mull it over as his hand finds its place on your panties. a thumb running along the expanse of your clothed sex. you take in a breath, âso uh, howâs this work?â, you ask. you donât see him as your head is facing the ceiling, but he smiles. âmaking myself attainable, you should be able to speak afterâ, he responds.
and you feel like youâve been caught, because thereâs an implication there that heâs aware of how he makes you feel. for a second there, you just thought he was one of those professors youâve only heard about in popular media. but itâs clear heâs aware of your thoughts on him and is reciprocating. âi donât understand iââ âoh you do, and look itâs already working youâre speaking,â he cuts off once again. if you werenât mildly exposed and aching in anticipation you would comment on that, but the thought dies when he decides, finally, to lock in on your clit.
you buck slightly towards his hand as he rubs leisure circles over the bud. âi learned that great public speakers, just say what they know,â he starts, rubbing his thumb more intently. âfor example, i know that youâre soaked right now and not because i started this,â he says. âtalking is much easier when youâre confident about what youâre saying, you know?, so tell me about your topic,â he adds.
you let out a whimper at how heâs working you, mind too preoccupied to just start talking about your presentation topic. his other hand pops your thigh, âcome on, you gotta talk,â he says. the action startled you enough, you let out a moan. âitâs about how study sessions are better for learning thanâoh!,â you couldnât finish speaking because he chose that moment to pull your panties to the side and lick a stripe up from your slit to your clit. a satisfied hum leaving him as he finished by latching on your clit before pulling away with a pop.
"better for learning than what?," he asks, thumb returning to its prior interrupted ministrations and you lay there trying to catch up as you realized how this 'helping' would be happening. "t-than mmm, hah!, than one hour lectures", you manage to get out. "oh yeah?, how do you know?", he followed up. the motions on your clit had your thighs twitching and you were becoming more and more drenched as he continued whatever he wanted to call he was doing.
all you know is the fact that it's him and he's playing with you the way he is, will make you cum soon. mainly wondering why, he said he show you how his mouth works, when he only did anything for not even fifteen seconds. but that thought was quickly disproven because he repeated his lick tease, but this time he continued. tongue lapping between your folds and thumb spreading you open for his convenience.
you almost forgot he asked you a question, but it came back to you as the frustration of his teasing was eliminated. "i did research, fuck waitâ!", you spoke, but the orgasm that was creeping up, jumped from hiding. he just kept lapping away as you gushed onto his tongue. your thighs were shaking, but he just kept doing what he was doing, tongue flicking impossibly against your clit as if you didn't just cum. head lazily resting on your thigh as he did so, nothing but loud, wet smacks and pops as he worked you there quickly again.
and by god, seeing the way your hole was clenching tempted him him to stick a finger in, grant its request to be filled. but he knew thatâd be dangerous for him, feeling the actual warmth of you inside. feeling you clenching around his fingers, his dick twitched and he involuntarily released a groan. the deep timbre sending vibrations to the sweet spent bud he couldnât bring himself to stop lapping at..yet. he really couldnât get enough, âfuck, you taste good.â
"professor lee!, please oh!," you came again and he slowed his actions, leading you grind against his mouth as you came down from your high. he moved from your pussy, standing up from the chair. "see not hard to use your mouth and you didn't answer the question, so maybe you need a bit more help with it," he says. you prop yourself up on his desk and finally see him. his face was flushed and his glasses slightly fogged, if he was hot before, he was super hot now.
then you felt it, as he moved to press himself against you. a soft gasp leaving your mouth, hole clenching around nothing despite the fact you just had a prolonged orgasm. "also, if i'm going to fuck you, i think it'd be in our best interest if you dropped the formality, imagine if someone walks by and hears 'professor lee', be smart baby, you know my name," he said grinding his clothed erection against your exposed sensitivity.
âfelixââ âgreat! for a second there i thought you really didnât know my name,â he cut you off, again. with a huff you respond, âhow are you helping me with public speaking if you cut me off every time i talk?,â you finally address. he smiles, then laughs, âoh? i thought you said your mouth doesnât work,â he replies and you go to reply but he starts talking again, âthatâs what weâre fixing, or does it work and you just want to fuck me?â, he asks. youâre flabbergasted, he is the one that initiated this.
âiâwhat?, youâ,â âah so it doesnât, donât worry weâll fix it, you paid attention right?â, he said stepping back and moving the chair to come around the table where your head was. âflip over, unless you want it like this,â he says, and you decide to heed the âwarningâ. once again amazed by just how big this desk was, a marvel that was dethroned once you truly took in the size of the tent in his pants.
you propped up on your arms, elbows slightly aching with the hardwood beneath you, but overshadowed by the hard wood in front of you. after unfastening his belt and button, he unzipped his pants and you seen a clearer outline of what was waiting for you. âstill okay?â, he asked. âyes,â it came out a little breathless, body still calming from your orgasm (s). and the cold chill of the room, raising goosebumps on your almost naked lower half. he lowered his pants, his black calvin kleins coming into view and you became thankful that your professor was as sick as you.
he was hard, unbelievably so and you felt some primal need to make him feel good. the object of your latest wet dreams, standing in front of you, cock straining in his boxers, looking down at you through fogged lenses. he reaches to take off the glasses, removes them, and sets them down next to you. the look in his eyes paralyzed you, you squeezed your thighs together. âletâs get this mouth to work,â he said low, shoving down his boxers. his hard length bobbed a little before he grabbed it, giving it languid strokes. the honeyed appendage had a mauve tip that had a clear shiny dribble of pre. of which he rubbed along the length as his thumbed the tip and resumed stroking along the shaft.
you take a moment to really take this in, who knows if youâd get another chance like this with him. itâs fascinating, every aspect of the âshowâ you were getting right now. who knew that the basically saint of a professor was such a sexual marvel. and it killed your curiosity you didnât know you subconsciously had, heâs not a natural blonde, trimmed brown-black pubic hairs sitting just above the dick he was working in his hand, peeking barely underneath his button down.
he lets out a groan that shoots through you and you let out a hushed moan in response, his eyes snapped down to your mouth. his tongue licking over his bottom lip, sucking it in and then releasing it. his other hand moved to the side of your face, thumb rubbing over your lips pulling the bottom down slightly. âopen up,â he says, lifting your head up just a tad. you let your jaw drop as he positioned his dick at your mouth.
you welcome the slightly salty taste of him as his pushed into your mouth, lips closing around it and allowing your tongue to move around the foreign body. he sucked in a breath, hissing as he felt the warmth of your oral cavity and the stimulation of your tongue. âfuck,â he groaned out, thumb moving to caress your cheek. âwhat a liar you are,sâfuckin mouth works, shit,â he lowly groans out. you bob your head, taking him deeper and retracting him as you become a more active participant in his pleasure.
hollowing out your cheeks for suction and his caress becomes a grip. he moves his hips forward in time with your mouth and the tip of him hits the back of your throat eliciting a gag. it made tears naturally form at your waterline, because he continued, using your mouth as a means of pleasure. you try to take him to the base, but it doesnât really work, well not without assistance and since your arms and hands were being tasked with holding you in this position of you laying across a desk. he gladly provided.
the sound of spit and gulping could be heard as he held your head where you once tried to overachieve and fucked it. nose grazing the aforementioned pubes, fabric of his shirt he made no efforts to pull up resting on your bridge, spit drooling off the sides of your mouth. âyes, fuck, you didnât even need help, sucking me so wellâ, he groans. you look up, the strain of the the position causing slight discomfort at the upper lids. the view sent warmth through your body, his head tipped back exposing that sharp jawline from the bottom.
and when he dropped his head back down to see where he was entering and exiting from your mouth,you felt him twitch. moving his shirt up slightly to unobstruct the view allowing his imagination and o align with reality. his lip tucked into his mouth and you had one of the most intimate staring contests with him until he broke it, eyes fluttering closed and opening back again. âfuck, iâm gonna cum,â he groaned out, releasing his grip on your face to pull himself from your mouth. you inhaled deeply, nearly choking on spit. you watched as he finished himself, hand stroking his cock with fervor. grabbing a tissue from the desk and catching his release. you let out a breath.
he looked perfect when he came. normally, the guys youâve been with have this like ugly âoâ face, but this, this was truly a treasure. he tosses the tissue in the trash, and you speak, âwhy didnât you just keep it in?â, you ask. he has a surprised smirk on his face at the question, âi didnât ask if i could prior,â like itâs the most obvious answer and it shocks you at just how mature of a man he was. but he is like ten-ish years older than you.
âbut, i think your mouth works though, maybe itâs the speaking?,â he âasksâ in a manner that screams sarcastic. but you canât really form a refute because you notice that his dick is still out, andâŠsemi-hard. you wondered what had him so worked up. maybe you would find out soon. soon being, right now as he already made his way back around the desk. hands already finding purchase on the fat of your ass. softly gripping the cheeks and spreading them to see your fully saturated center. it was only then that it really registered that he never put your panties back in place.
he grabbed your hips, pulling you off the desk until your feet hit the ground and only your torso laid across it. you let out a surprised gasp, arms jutting out for support and you turn you head to the side to look at him. âyou could take me right now, youâre soaked baby,â he says as he rubs his hand over your ass in soothing strokes. âitâs uh, been a minute for me, i might not,â you. suddenly confess, slightly embarrassed because of the response you get typically when you say that. he looks at you and smiles, âso youâll need some help?, thatâs all you gotta say, proud of you for speaking up,â he responds. your heart flutters, maybe you should start talking to older men.
nah, he could happen to be an exception. you feel his hand dip between your legs, fingers running up and down the expanse before spreading the lips with his index and ring, middle slowly circling over your clit. you let out a shushed moan. âmhm, gonna help you out, been a good student so far,â he says. you hate how the words make you wetter. he teases you like that for a little before finally letting his finger travel up and sink into your hole. your mouth parts at the intrusion, the need to be filled being met.
he fucks his finger slow within you, pleasurable learning strokes. itâs too much for him, turning him well past on at the feel of your gummy, silken walls. you were so warm. he angled his hand and pressed his fingers deeper, up against the front wall of your vagina. your body jolted, sweet whimper slipping past your lips. he grins, no doubt in is mind he found it. he speeds up his once slow strokes, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the space between you. you felt hot despite the cold room.
âahh!, f-felix pleaseâfuck ohhh..â, you moan out as he grants your unspoken request, adding another one of his digits to aid in the onslaught against your g spot. âlove that youâre talking now, told you i would help you, clenching around my fingers like that baby, if you need something let me know,â he says. and you do need something, something more, something thatâs pressed up against you and not inside you. âplease, need it please, i think i can take it,â you say as clear as you could, moans spilling from your mouth incessantly. âmmm yeah?, think you can take me?â, he asks in a teasing manner and you hate it affects you. your thighs are shaking and you feel like youâre at the cusp. you forget to shoot back, mind focused on one thing now, âfuck, iâm gonna cum,â you whine.
âthen do it, cum around my fingers so i can fuck you, waiting on you sweetheart, let go,â he says. it doesnât take long as his method and speed stay consistent and youâre gushing around his fingers. he gradually slows his fingers letting you ride it out before withdrawing his fingers and wrapping his hand around his dick. you feel youâre in a daze, a dumb smile forming on your face as you feel him slide his cock through your wet folds. and when he slips in, your thighs threaten to close. his hand swats down on your ass cheek, âno baby, stay open, shitââ, he says, voice rough. you mewl at the sting, âfuck itâs so big,â you say. taking it in your mouth was one thing, but taking it, whew.
youâre truly no help but he has that covered, grabbing your leg as the knee and bending up on the desk. he pushes in deeper âtil heâs buried at the hilt, hand holding your leg in place and then he stills. he felt you already with his fingers but he still was ready for actually being in you. you were so warm and wet, it was a shame he would be leaving soon. he slowly begins rocking his hips. it amazing and it makes you think once again that maybe you should see older men. his tip prodding deliciously at that spot his fingers once were. âyou feel so fucking good, donât even worry about that presentation baby, iâll make you set the curve,â he groans, deciding to pick up his pace.
you moan in response, everything feels too good. the force of his thrust rock you against his desk, your nipples being teased as collateral. the sound skin smacking and vaginal penetration fill the space. his free hand coming to steady your hips as he thrust deeper. your toes are curling in your shoes and youâre so overwhelmed you donât know what to do with your hands. but youâre moans and his groans grow louder, something he becomes aware of and leans over you, down to your head and attaches his lips to yours. your mouths move in tandem. his pace and stroke only stay consistent effectively working you towards the edge, your mouth parts in the kiss. he takes the opportunity to stuff his tongue in your mouth, itâs so hot itâs overwhelming, heâs invading almost every part of you.
itâs too much, your legs tremble and your walls hug snugly around him. he swallows your moans as you cum. and he just keeps fucking you, letting you ride it out as he chases his own high. you try your best to meet his strokes, half-assingly fucking him back. his lips part from yours. âoh, fuck, youâre so good, fuck fuck iâm gonna cum,â he groans out. quickly retracting himself and immediately blowing his load over the swell of your ass. he takes a moment to calm himself then leans down once again capturing your lips. the kiss is gentler this time and your heart swells. when you part he goes back over to his desk and grabs some tissues to wipe you both down.
once you both are decent enough, you rerobe. and on shaky legs you take a seat again in the chair directly across from his, where he is also now seated. youâre both catching your breath. his freckled face flushed as he puts back on his glasses, smile tugging on his lips. the air reeks of sex and your heart is racing as you hear other professors leaving the department building. oh how you hoped no one heard. âso, hopefully your mouth works tomorrow, i have no doubts youâll do well,â he says. hear rushes to your face as you nod and gather your things.
you raise from your seat, âyes sir, thank youâ, you respond. you nearly trip as you try to hightail it out of there. the next day you manage to get through your presentation and when grades come around you feel guilty, but he was true to his âpromiseâ, you set the curve.
forgot i wrote this, but check this out on my other acc i donât have a lot of skz written there, but there are some iâd like to say are worth the read
Synopsis a rough week causes problems, and you are the lucky girl who gets to solve them. play nice and you might not need to lift a finger; the solutions will unearth themselves.
Chapter Warnings 18+ minors do not interact, non-idol au, fake dating au, fem reader, drug usage, implied/stated oral sex m. receiving, alcohol consumption, implied sex under the influence, mention of violence, implied codependent relationship, homoerotic friendship (minsung), must stress, it's not romantic, implied mxm pia, mentions of violence, self-destructive behaviors, hostile work environment, mature language, mention of childhood trauma, sexual themes.
Word Count 5.2k
A/N hello, welcome to the first chapter of WGUMCD! just a little introduction to show dynamics, the series picks up heavily in the next part. remember the warnings from the masterlist. if you want i created a playlist of songs i thought of while writing out the draft. some songs may or may not have a connection to the series. i'm so excited for this series, i've been writing nonstop and have it all planned out. i'm so excited to see how you guys enjoy it, comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. you can also send your thoughts as an anonymous ask if you're feeling shy but want to give your thoughts. sorry if there are any errors or typos i missed. i hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it!
series masterlist series playlist
Dreams. Everybody has them. By definition a dream is a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal. For some thatâs all it stays, a dream. But for othersâŠâŠ.
âHello is this Y/N?â
âYes, this is herâ
âGreat, I loved your application and interview, and I just wanted to let you know that we have selected you for the role here McHanon Impressionâ
âWhat, oh my God, thank you thank youâ
Sometimes you can live the dream for so long, it becomes a reality. Reality is cruel, itâs when you find out the dream isnât all that itâs cracked up to be. The rose glasses come off, and the alcohol filled glasses come up. And up. And up. And eventually you can feel the dream again. Until even that doesnât stop the reality. The point is, sometimes dreams should stay dreams. After all, what goes up, must come down.Â
Heavy thumping of muffled music served as the soundtrack of the night. Once again, another party. Many groupies. Tons of drugs. Bottles of tequila and vodka opened and strown about in the room he managed to find himself in. Minho insisted on a welcome home party, despite only being gone for two days. He was down anyway, needing some sort of a distraction from his absolute trainwreck of a life lately. And if he was downing bottles, popping pills, or snorting lines, he wouldnât have time to think about it. Only vaguely remembering the girl he was practically fucking on the dancefloor, grounded solely by the throbbing in his pants.Â
His vision felt like an afterimage, led lights and a blur of faces. He felt hands rummaging his body, lips dancing over his skin. âFuck youâre so hotâ, a voice of a woman spoke. It echoed in his head, he couldn't even think of responding but his mouth was moving already without much thought. âIsnât he?â, another voice spoke, familiar. He felt hot, his heart was racing, but all he felt was bliss.
It was just what he needed, the week he had was shit. Last week he was arrested at this very lounge because some dick threw a drink at him and he swung on him. The dude knocked out and the security happened to only witness him absolutely socking the guy so they called the cops and kicked him out.
His buddy, Felix, owns the lounge so he fortunately wasnât banned, just got a bunch of shit when called to apologize for drama at the club. The only bad thing that came from it was the fact that it was bad press. He was used to it though, because that seems to be the only thing that comes out these days.
âCan I suck your dick?â, the first voice spoke. He faintly remembers nodding, but the rest of the night is a blur. He sits up on his couch, previously laying there trying to navigate what happened last night. His head was pounding with the feeling that it might explode. He decides that he might find answers on the news, if thereâs nothing, then nothing too crazy happened and he doesnât need to spend time trying to recall it. Using his brain was starting to hurt. He reaches to the coffee table and picks up the remote, turning on the 95ââ flat screen mounted above the fireplace, and then laid back down.
âIn other news, Jisung Han, lead singer of Ego Death, has been arrested and released on bond after an incident at The Pearled Smoke last week where he allegedly assaulted another patronâ
âMan, that kid is always in the news, remember when you turned on the TV and only saw him on Pisney?â
âYou know Tom, times are different sometimes people donât understand how to just be rich and successful, they have to throw their lives aw-â.
He sat up from his slouch on his plush velvet couch and grabbed the remote, scoffing and turned the TV off. âStupid ass news, donât know what the fuck theyâre talking aboutâ, he says, flinging the remote towards the wall. A loud smack and the sound of batteries and plastic clattering on the floor followed. Same thing every week and it would be a smart idea to just assume that perhaps he would learn and possibly change, but some things are unavoidable. He lets out a sigh as he gets up to fix a drink at his mini bar. His head was pounding and the background playing of his bandâs songs was starting to irk him.
He grabbed a glass from the cabinet, once he made it behind his bar. Placing two cubes of ice into it, sitting it on the counter. He was seconds away from pulling the top from the bottle, when the sound of someone clearing their throat broke through the noise he was accustomed to yet annoyed with. âA bit early for that, donât you think?â, Minho, his old costar, said. He sighed, âPlaying angel on the shoulder now?â, he said in an annoyed tone. Footsteps coming closer paused him further. Warm arms wrap around his waist and a faint kiss pressed against the nape of his neck. âWorried about you,âMinho mutters. He relaxes in the embrace and tears brim at his waterline.
âI canât deal with this shit anymoreâ, he admits. He feels like a kid again, the same kid that ended up in this exact situation nearly twelve years ago. After a big argument with his parents who didnât care that he was unhappy acting, only seeing him as a check that kept the lights on. One day on set after a scene, Minho found him breaking down experiencing a panic attack. They were 13 and 15 at the time and nothing changed since then. âWe can go out tonight, get your mind off it, but letâs not drink right now,â Minho spoke softly against his neck, ânot while youâre coming downâ, he finished. Jisung turns around in the hold, until their fronts are facing each other.
Minhoâs eyes search over his face, trying to figure out whatâs going through his head. âI need something, canât stop these thoughts, help me think of something elseâ, He says, voice soft nearly cracked. Minho only nods, closing the gap between them and attaching his lips to the manâs in front of him. It progresses quickly, in minutes, Jisung is lifted up onto the barâs counter, and his mind begins to clear. Two thoughts come to the front of the impending pleasure and the feeling that someone still loves him.
When they finish, Jisung clings. Arms wrapped around the sweaty base of Minhoâs neck, fingers playing mindlessly with the short hairs above it. Their breaths mingled with each other for a short while before he removed his arms and sat back with a sigh. âI still need a drinkâ, he said. The man in front of him let out a laugh, âOf course you doâ, Minho says, lifting a hand and ruffling his hair. The older man helps him get down and backs up so he has space. The stickiness of sweat and cum made his skin crawl. âFucking grossâ, he mutters out. âDonât be like that man, should be used to it by nowâ, Minho says in a faux offense.Â
Jisung cuts his eyes, and lets out a playful scoff before resuming what had been interrupted thirty minutes prior, tossing the melted ice into the sink and just pouring the brown liquid into the glass. He hears footsteps retreating as he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a swig. Cherishing the familiar burn and placing the glass back onto the counter. âRemember, you got that meeting todayâ, Minhoâs distanced voice yelled. He glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, âFuckâ.
Your alarm blares throughout your empty room. Having just moved to a new city for the job you had only of actually landing. Freshly graduated and lucky to have been picked for the only intern spot at McHanon Impression, the notorious PR firm that helps make rocks, diamonds. Youâve heard from many inside sources that the intern position is just a title, youâd actually be working there and the next step is agent. They all start off the same with one test of worth, because the industry is not welcome to all, only the ones who want to be in. Itâs still a shock to you, people from your background donât typically get these types of opportunities unless you have an in. Youâre more than grateful and would do anything to keep this job. And anything you would do.
For the first couple months of your internship you sat quietly, outside, of meetings. Tasked with annotating meeting notes in a way so that there was only a summary for your supervisors and not a bunch of scribble notes in handwriting from a four year-old in a fifty year-oldâs body. But that only happened on good days. Typically , from the moment you clock in at 7 to the moment you clock out at 9, you are grabbing coffees and running errands (doing everyoneâs job that they donât want to do). You wouldnât have it any other way. Well except your supervisor, if she wasnât there, youâd have zero to no complaints.
Speaking of, âY/N, do you even hear me when I speak to you?,â She snaps. You offer her a soft smile, âSorry, I just have a lot in my he-â, you try to say before youâre cut off. âYou werenât hired for the thoughts in your head, Iâm not asking you to think, Iâm talking to you all you need to do is listenâ, she says releasing an exacerbated sigh. âYes maâam, Iâm sorryâ, you say fiddling with your fingernails.
âI know that muchâ, she says and begins to walk off. You roll your eyes internally. She stops in her tracks and turns, âthereâs an important meeting later, I want you nowhere near it, do you understand?â, she says. âYes maâamâ, you respond. A forced smile takes its place above her chin, and she turns to walk off again.
You checked the watch you had on your wrist and realized you had two hours until you could go for lunch. You let out a sigh and headed to your desk. You had to log that there was an important meeting later to serve as a reminder to your supervisor, despite the fact that she already knows. And despite the fact you got no other information outside of the fact that it was later, no specific time and no specific purpose.
Sometimes you wonder if this is something you actually want to do. Most of the job was just busy work, nothing about personal relations. You miss home, having moved nearly 1500 miles cross country for this opportunity. No one here treats you with any kind of respect. The only redeeming quality was the pay, 30 dollars an hour almost makes it feel worth it.Â
You make yourself busy, until the alarm you set goes off and you gather your things. You felt a sense of relief walking out of those two large glass doors. Your feet hit the ash pavement, and you took a deep inhale, taking a moment to gather yourself before you didnât have another chance to breathe. Letting it all out, your mouth tacked on a smile, and you walked to your car. You shivered a little on the short passage.
The wind was always unforgiving this time of year and you felt the chill in your bones. As you approached your car, you went to grab your keys from your purse, but your phone rang abruptly. You jumped, startled at the sudden noise, and fumbled around in your bag for your phone.
You managed to answer seconds before it would stop. âYes? Hello?â, you said, near breathless from the minor panic. The snarky voice youâve grown desensitized to hearing, blares through your speaker and you wince. âAnd just where the hell did you go? I told you we had a meeting or do you not actually want this job?â, your âsupervisorâ Kelly yelled.
âI-,You said to be nowhere near thereâ, you said. You heard her let out a deep sigh and you turned around heading back to the daunting building you managed to escape just a mere five minutes ago. âIf you arenât in the meeting room in five minutes, never come backâ, she spoke and then the tone of an end call beeped in your ear. Your heart dropped. It was always like this, but usually she had a bit more decorum to not do this at the company.
Never yelled (in front of others), so whatever that meeting was had to be pretty important. Earlier when you were grabbing files for a client, she mentioned a meeting to you and followed it up immediately with making sure you were nowhere in sight. When you got to the door you pulled out your badge to key in.
The office was in an uproar; there were people crowding everywhere. It wasnât completely unusual as this was the most high-profile Personal Relations firm in the industry. But if this was for the important meeting, just who was here? âThere you are, get in here, NOWâ, Kelly yelled. You hurriedly walked through the crowd of people into the room. Behind you, Kelly yelled to them to get back to work and closed the privacy curtains over the roomâs windows.
âThis is the first time everyone forgot we work with celebrities, Iâm sorry for the unprofessionalism, we worked with tons of celebrities but never someone like you sirâ, some guy from one of the other departments said. You took a moment to get acquainted with the current situation and as your eyes scan the room they stop. Landing on the man, sitting partially slouched in the dead center of the room. You recognized him, how could you not. He was on your tv screen as a child and in the tabloids every single week in different scandals. And not to forget mentioning, your very first celebrity crush. He noticed you staring and met your eye, prompting you to look away quickly and find a seat.
âItâs alright, Iâm used to itâ, he said. He sounded kind of slurred, and you tried not to immediately jump to the conclusion he was currently under the influence. The slightly older guy next to him, nudged him with a slight grimace. After that, he sat up and cleared his throat. The guy next to him began to speak, âItâs my understanding that youâve found a reasonable plan to help fix his image?â Your supervisor cleared her throat, âYes, Mr. Bahng, weâve deliberated and after looking at what most of the issue stems from, weâve decided on the best option that would be in Mr. Hanâs best interestâ, she said. âPerfect, weâd love to hear itâ, he responded.
It clicked to you, Mr.Bahng, the current CEO of All Around the World Entertainment. The important meeting is involving not just Jisung, but the label as a whole. And why are you here? âThe issue is that the public believes Mr.Han is unstable and is spiraling, no one wants to support that, along with his violent offenses. People feel that he is throwing his life away and is out of touch to the issues currently in the world, since he is rich and spending his money on parties, drugs, and âunnecessaryâ luxuriesâ, Kelly says. You look at him again and can tell he doesnât want to be here or hear any of how is being perceived. â-A relationship would be best in this caseâ, you hear.
You didnât catch the first part, as you were in your thoughts, but it snaps you back to the moment. âA relationship?â, Mr.Bahng questions. âYes, a relationship shows stability. The point is that the people will see that those unfortunate circumstances were just because he was in a dark place. A relationship means no more talks of mass distribution of NDAs, crazy parties, violent outburst, and a more human side of a man in loveâ, Kelly says. âAnd Iâm just gonna walk up to a girl and tell her to date me so she can save my image? Like that makes any sense, Iâm not faking shit for nobodyâ, he suddenly speaks up.
He goes to stand from his seat, but his CEO grabs at his arm, âJisung, donât, remember what we talked about?â You donât know what that was about, but he stops his actions to stand. âBut yes, I also have that question,â the CEO says. Kelly just smiles; she does that when she feels like what sheâs about to say might not be taken well.
âIâve found someone already who is willing to do soâ, she says. You glance at her, because not once did she have you find someone for her. âWho?â, Mr. Bahng asked. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you turned to the person it belonged to, eyes widening in confusion. âHer. This is Y/N, your new girlfriendâ, She says.
You sat snug against the door of the van you were told to get into. Apparently becoming a girlfriend means you have to leave immediately. Next to you Jisung sat nonchalantly, legs spread slouched down with no seatbelt. You didnât try to speak or make small talk because his vibes forbade you. Youâd been in the van for about 30 minutes driving to a destination no one gave you the courtesy of knowing. His phone pinged, with several message alerts and you glanced over at it. He looked down in his lap momentarily, seemingly checking the notification and then up at you.Â
You looked away from the screen and back towards the window. âYour name is Y/N, right?â, his voice broke the silence. You looked at him, face riddled with nerves and answered quietly, âYes.â he just nodded and looked away again. The silence fills the space for the remainder of the trip until you get to a grand building and pull into the driveway. He immediately grabs his phone rushing out of the van, not even waiting for the managers that just said âwhen we get there wait five minutesâ, just prior. You sit and wait like you were told and watch as the staff sigh watching him enter the building against their orders.
Is this really what heâs like? The thought bounces around your head, endlessly. Eventually everything that needed to be done prior to entering was done and someone came to collect you from the car. A younger guy with a fox-like gaze, âY/N?â, he said. You nodded and he led you from the car, inside. âWhere the fuck is he? Chris, I know youâre here; we left at the same time you piece of shitâ, you heard being screamed down the hall. Loud clattering and shatters were accompanying it. The only logical explanation was that it was Jisung.
âCalm down, man, itâs not personalâ, you heard, familiar. Mr. Bahng? âNot personal? THIS IS VERY FUCKING PERSONAL YOU DICK!â, Jisung yelled. âYOUâRE SUCH A FUCKING CHILD, THATâS WHY IT HAS TO BE DONE ANYWAY! BE FUCKING GRATEFUL I DIDNâT JUST DROP YOUâ, Chris yells back. The man who brought you in, who you still didnât catch the name of sighs. âWould you like a water or anything?â, he asks you. You look at him and shake your head, and he smiles. âOkay, Iâll have you wait here, follow meâ, he says. You look towards the hall again still hearing the screams and objects, before following him to a room.
While you were following you took some time to take in your environment. The walls were a sleek black, with many different floral accents. There was a marble sculpture at the end of the hall you were walking down and each different room and floor to ceiling glass windows. The floors are waxed white marble, something you notice when you walked in. the sound of your steps amplified instantly. âJust in here, it wonât be longâ, the man says to you, opening a door to a cozy office, matching the vibes of the rest of the building. You walked in and went to sit in one of the chairs facing the desk in the center back of the room. You heard the door close and footsteps retreating, so you took a moment to let out a breath youâve been holding.
This couldnât be real life. How could Kelly just say you agreed to whatever this was? Was this the test of worth you were told about? Would this even be able to work, with how explosive Jisung seems to actually be? Your thoughts come to a halt when you hear footsteps again. The door behind you opens and you turn your head towards the door. Mr. Bahng, er Chris, walks in followed by Jisung who seems to have calmed down. Noticing you practically staring, Chris puts on a smile. âHey, Y/N, right? I know this isnât sudden for you, but we have to talk about this relationshipâ, he says, going to take a seat behind the desk you were sitting in front of.
Your âboyfriendâ, takes his seat in the chair next to yours once again slouching and not really taking account of your presence. You sigh and put on a smile. âOkayâ, you say, giving your full undivided and sitting up straighter in the chair. âThe duration of this shouldnât take long, we just need him to fulfill his remaining two album agreements and then you two can âbreak upâ and go back to your livesâ, Chris says. For a moment you wonder why this wasnât talked about back at the firm, but when you remember how everyone was acting when they realized Jisung was in the building, it clicks.
He looks at Jisung, with eyes similar to how parents look at their children they just scolded. âPlay nice, it wonât be that long, just need people to love you again and buy your albumsâ, he told him. âYouâre bringing your band down with you and I know you love those guysâ, he follows up. Everything about this is ruining your perception. Your once untainted view of the beyond handsome man youâre seated in the chair next to, becoming murky as this goes on. âRemember this is fake, I owe you nothingâ, the man who only spared you a couple of words, finally says. You look at him offended, âAre you serious? Iâm doing you a favorâ, you say back.
He cuts his eyes at you, âYouâre doing it for yourself, Chris I canât do thisâ, he says and gets up. âTake her back, this isnât going to work,â he follows up, walking towards the door and reaching in his pocket. You stand up quickly, âWhat the fuck is your deal?â, you say. He ignores you and keeps walking towards the door. âThis is going to end in the exact way I know it will and the only person who will get anything out of this is everyone but meâ, he says. âDone being used, just fucking sue meâ, he says and walks out the door. This couldnât happen, this was your âworth taskâ, everything youâve worked towards ruined by him walking out of that door. Chris remains silent, a slight smirk on his face, like the situation is amusing when it is anything but.
You follow him out the door and realise heâs made it all the way down the long hallway. How fast is he walking? Thankfully heâs stopped at the end by the man you bought you in. âJeongin Iâm so fucking serious, if you donât fucking moveâ, Jisung says. âChill, you arenât gonna hit me, I know that muchâ, the man responds with a teasing sass. âJisung!â, you call out, face furious. He turns around face riddled with annoyed confusion and looks at you. Youâre nearly out of breath from the long strides you needed to catch up to him. âI donât know whatâs going on with you, but people have jobs. Just because you donât care about yours doesnât mean I donât care about mine. We. Are. Dating.â you said and he scoffs.
âI donât care about my job?â, he asks sarcastically. He backs up from Jeongin and walks towards you, âYouâre only here because I care about my job, I care so much about my job, people like you are trying to get me to care about it in a way you would. But Iâm not going to let people whoâve never lived my life tell me how I should or convince others Iâm living in a way they approve ofâ, he said. You stand there for a second unsure of what to say, because you understand his point. You sigh, âLook, like Chris said, this will be over if we just do what we have to do and be doneâ, you say. He laughs and shakes his head, âYou canât hear obviously, I'm gone, tell them you need a rideâ, he says. âSheâll be staying with youâ, a voice calls from behind you both.
Jisung looks up past you and smacks his teeth. âYou canât be seriousâ, he says. âVery serious, sheâs your very serious girlfriend and you both need to get a move on, paparazzi will be camping around in an hour, tell your friend to leaveâ, Chris says. Friend? Minho lives with him? Or does he already have a âgirlfriendâ? âWhy does he have to go?â, he says annoyed. Chris seemingly makes a face, because Jisung doesnât try to argue anymore, just smacks his teeth and turns to brush past Jeongin. You take the hint and follow after him.
âHey! Can you slow down?â, you say, having to hit near jog just to catch up to his walking pace. He of course ignores you and walks out the entry doors. They nearly close in your face, before you catch them and push them back outwards. âDude!?â, you say, speeding up and catching him as he walked to where you assumed his car was. He just sighs, pulling out his phone and doing something momentarily before putting it to his ear. You can hear faint ringing and the sound of someone speaking. âCanât tonight, but definitely tomorrowâ, he says.Â
âYeah, Iâll call you and let you knowâ, he continued. You feel nosey as you try to focus more into the conversation. You hear a faint âalright, iâll lock upâ, before he responds, âLove you man, drive safeâ and you can only assume the person on the other side answers respectively. He moves the phone from his ear and hangs up, before looking at you. You werenât super obvious, but you still felt caught. You approach a sleek obsidian Mercedes-Benz AMG C63SE, and stand in awe until the sound of him unlocking it snaps you out of your daze. he scoffingly laughs, before getting in the car and you make haste to get into the passenger seat before he decides to continue being an ass and lock you out.Â
You wish you wouldâve been able to eat. Your stomach grumbles the second you get in and close the door. He glances at you and you feel embarrassed. âDo you have allergies?â, he asks. You look at him dumbfoundedly, while shaking your head no. He doesnât respond, just turns his gaze towards the wheel and finally starts the car. The engine let out a low purr and the seatbelt detection dings started up instantly. You fasten the seatbelt instantly, not really enjoying the sound of the reminder. He lets out a low sigh, before fastening his own seatbelt and putting the car into reverse. Itâs when the bluetooth audio of his bandâs songs and his hand come to rest on the back of your headrest, while he decides to trust his own eyes to back up that it hits you.
You are fake dating your celebrity crush, in his passenger seat listening to his songs, headed back to his home. Your face feels warm and youâre suddenly very self conscious of the way you smell. Not that you stink or anything, just the fact that he smells heavenly. Despite his behavior not even ten minutes ago, you canât help but feel really excited. People dream of being in this position and youâre in it because you got the sole spot of the nation's best PR firm. Heâs so insanely handsome in real life and despite his vocal register in his songs, his voice was actually kind of deep. Youâre so deep in your thoughts you donât realize heâs already started driving on the road.
You hoped he would stop somewhere, but it wouldnât make such sense with the fact that he asked about your allergies. You check your phone to see a text from Kelly, telling you to call when you get somewhere private. Hopefully, she doesnât ask about what you just discussed at the record label, because it seemed intentional to not have had that conversation at the firm. But you donât want to potentially risk your job by not telling her. You sighed, feeling a little stressed out. The past couple hours were truly a lot for you, especially on an empty stomach. You decide to take advantage of the private proximity, speaking in a slightly elevated tone so he can hear you over the music, âIâm sorry for saying you donât care about your jobâ, you say.
He doesnât respond, but you donât want to give up because if you have to stay with him it would be preferable if at least there was some amicability. âIâve been a fan of you for a while, so I know just how passionate you are and it was completely wrong of me to say-â âCan you just, like, shut up?â, he says finally offering you a response. Your mouth closes and you look down at your hands for the duration of the ride. Mind drifting to the fact that you would have to share a living space with him until this was all over. The fact that you left your job to just come with him and have none of your things from your apartment. The fact that itâs very clear heâs not okay with this and you got off on the wrong foot.
The car begins to slow down, and he takes a turn. You look up from your hands to see the most beautiful home; youâve only ever seen on different forums about celebrity homes. A luxurious, modern Tuscan home with tall palms and a fountain in the entryway. You tried not to ogle at the home, but you couldnât help it. You didnât come from this and now (though by contractual obligation) you would be staying in it.
As he shifts the car into park and you see people attempting to hide through your peripheral, the situation truly comes crashing down. You have no clothes, you havenât eaten, you have to live with the man youâre âdatingâ who wants nothing to do with you, and the world will now believe you are in a relationship with him. You came here to pursue your dreams. The city sure has a funny way of doing it.
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
