1. In Your Fantasy 🔥- ot8 obsessed with y/n; free use; twist on the daddy kink; dom/sub; fingering; eating out; dp; overstimulation; aftercare; BDSM (gagging, binds, blindfold, toys); breath play; cock and ball torture, public play, brat taming; dubcon; voyeurism; depression; cock warming; aftercare
2. Petals ☁️- y/n is dating all of the members; cute dates with each of them; kissing
Hongjoong
1. Rush 🔥💛- bottom hj/top male reader; alcohol and drug use; drug use; degradation; size shaming; dom/sub; restraining; public sex
2. Only One Seat 🔥- boss x employee; self-pleasure; sex; accidental stimulation
Seonghwa
1. Fairytale 🔥- princess y/n x swordsman seonghwa; class disparity; sword fight; sex
Yunho
1. Healing 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; yunho is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
3. Writers & Readers 🔥☁️- fluffy relationship; softie sex; hand holding and kissing
4. Voices ☁️- miscommunication trope; fluffy; first kiss
5. Don’t Say Goodbye ☁️☔️- last night before yunho’s military service; sad; fluffy
6. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
7. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
8. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
Yeosang
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
San
1. I’ll Call 🔥- enemies to lovers; coercion; slight dub-con; sex
2. Business Casual 🔥- boss x employee; y/n almost sa by random man at conference; violence; sex
3. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
4. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
5. Creep Part 1 🔥 😈- demon san x religious female reader, corruption kink, oral sex, fingering, sex, overstimulation, blood, knife play, sadist, masochist, dacryphilia (if you look closely, bondage, dubcon (kinda), murder…kinda
6. Creep Part 2 🔥😈- demon san x religious female reader, dubcon, blowjob, orgasm denial, fingering, dom/sub vibes
7. One More Night 🔥- ex needy san x tipsy reader; sex; cockwarming; breeding kink
Mingi
1. Party’s Not Over 🔥- size kink; tiny reader x big mingi; one night stand; sex; fingering
2. He’s a Father ☔️- mingi loses his wife to cancer and struggles with his grief while caring for their child
3. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
4. All of Me ☁️💛- mingi x ftm reader; engaged; looking at photos of pre-transitioned self
5. Focus on Me 🔥- needy mingi eating out reader
6. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
7. Pinky Promise 🔥☁️- mingi x assistant; fluffy; clumsy gentle giant; blood from an accidental injury; sex; oral sex; dom/sub; sub-space
Wooyoung
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
2. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
3. Woojin🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Jongho
1. Deluded Part 1 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; rough sex; degradation
2. Deluded Part 2 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; humiliation; rough sex
Seventeen
Mingyu
1. Neighborly 🔥- enemies to lovers; douchy gym bro mingyu / sexually frustrated neighbor y/n; eats her out
Vernon
1. Lucky 🔥- slightly insecure & chubby female reader; some shitty men body shame and degrade her; fingering; squirting; body worship
Stray Kids
Chan
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Fly High ☔️- chan takes care of a child after his spouse passes away
4. All In ☁️☔️- y/n believed chan is leaving her; miscommunication trope
5. Leave the Light Off 🔥- makeup sex; reader is jealous of chan’s bubble messages to fans being flirty
6. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
7. What Happens in Vegas Part 1 🔥- sex; degrading language; eating out
8. What Happens in Vegas Part 2 🔥- bratty reader; punished; orgasm denial; sex; tied up; pinned by stranger
9. What Happens in Vegas Part 3 🔥- overstimulation; praise kink; degradation; multiple penetration; toy usage
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
13. What Happens in Vegas Part 7 🔥- sub chan x dom reader; sex; possessive chan
14. What Happens in Vegas Part 8 🔥- dom chan x sub reader; praise kink; soft sex
15. What Happens in Vegas Part 9 🔥- needy reader; fisting and fingering in a car
16. What Happens in Vegas Part 10 ☁️- reader freaks out thinking chan is going to propose
17. What Happens in Vegas Part 11 🔥- chan helps reader with panic attack; praise kink; making love
Lee Know
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
8. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
9. Show Me More 🔥☁️☔️- y/n is body shamed; bikini forcibly removed; protective lee know; sex; brother’s friend
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
Changbin
1. Ex 🔥- ex changbin & reader; trapped in a basement; hate sex; enemies to lovers
Hyunjin
1. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
2. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
3. Woojin 🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Han
1. He’s a Father ☔️- han helps his child deal with ocd & bullying
2. Vampire 🔥🧛🏻- enemies to lovers; vampire han / vampire hunter y/n; hate sex
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and hanteach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Safe Space 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; han is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
8. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
9. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
Felix
1. Lilies Part 1 ☁️- y/n spouse death (not felix); grief; hints of former abuse; felix is soft
2. Lilies Part 2 🔥☁️- felix and y/n date; pregnancy; hintd of former abuse; lactation; sex
3. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
4. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
Seungmin
1. As We Are ☁️- fluffy seungmin & family celebrating song release
2. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 3 🔥- seungmin goes down on his gf and fucks her using his new skills; admits he cheated
5. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
6. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
7. Heart on My Hand ☁️- soulmate AU; fluff
8. Miss You 🔥☁️- needy, quirky reader x sub seungmin; sex
I.N.
1. Stalker ❌- y/n is obsessed with jeongin and believes him to be her soulmate; y/n stalker
2. His Toy Pt 1 🔥- owned by i.n.; free use; tied up; breeding; wax play; dom/sub
TXT
Soobin
1. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
Taehyun
1. Do It Like That 🔥- dom taehyun/sub reader; spanking as punishment; grinding
content warning: possessive lee know; friends to lovers; eating out; overstimulation; sex
Masterlist
Minors DNI 🔞
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The smell of garlic and pasta hit you the second you walked through the door. You carelessly discarded your work backpack to the floor and kicked off your heels before trudging to the kitchen.
It had been a long day. Your feet hurt, the underwire of your bra had popped through the fabric and was stabbing your side, there were at least 5 meetings that should've been interviews, and the overhead fluorescent light had flickered all day as maintenance had delayed fixing it for the third time.
Lee Know was nearly done cooking dinner and was standing at the stove in a tight black t-shirt while lazily stirring the sauce. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned in, needing him for support since your toes and heels were blistered.
"Well hello to you too," he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head. "I was just about to text you to make sure you were okay. You're home later than normal."
"Traffic," you sighed.
"Another bad day?" he asked upon noticing you'd yet to crack a smile.
"The worst," you complained. "I'm pretty sure I'm being pranked or something. There's no way this many people can be so incompetent."
Lee Know laughed a little louder. Your bluntness was one of his favorite things about you.
"Dinner smells good," you told him as you pulled away for the first time. Your bra was hurting even worse now, and you undid your blouse from your skirt to shimmy it out before tossing it in the trash.
Lee Know swallowed and turned back to the sauce as if it required his intense focus. "Why don't you go change into something more comfortable, and I'll get our plates ready?"
You nodded and kissed his cheek before heading off to your room. It was nice how much he cared...and how he always had dinner ready.
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"There's no way they really asked that," he gawked as you told him about one of the most ridiculous situations of the day.
"I swear they did!" you laughed. You hadn't stopped smiling since sitting down across from him...he was good like that...good at making even the worst days bright. "They literally stopped the meeting to ask if they could hire one of their friends who was completely unqualified just because they have 'good vibes'."
"He knows he just admitted to nepotism right?" he grinned, eyes shining at you as he spoke.
"He does now!" you assured him.
Moments like this were your favorite. It wasn't the holidays or birthdays that made rooming with Lee Know special...it was the consistent presence of him. It was knowing that no matter what, you could come home and complain about the people you worked with over garlic bread and spaghetti.
The conversation drifted from work to movies, and he mentioned having scouted one for the two of you to watch. The dishes were left to soak in the sink, and you plopped down beside him, curling into his side.
"You realize there's a whole couch, right?" he teased.
"If I sat all the way over there," you exaggerated as you pointed to the cushion just a few feet over, "we wouldn't be able to share the blanket."
Lee Know rolled his eyes and flattened the fleece over your legs. His arm went around you and rested on your bare thigh. His thumb made little circles that stole your breath away…though you weren’t sure why.
"That feels nice," you told him while inching a little closer to rest your head on his chest. You could barely pay attention to the movie with the sound of his heart beating so rapidly against your cheek.
"Mhm," he hummed, the echo vibrating against you.
You kissed his chest, hoping to calm his heart that was racing, but it only had the opposite effect. It spurred just beneath your surface, interrupted only by Lee Know warning you in a low voice, "Careful (Y/N)."
Worried you had pushed too far, you turned towards the screen with blushing cheeks. You noticed, though, that Lee Know was watching your hand on his chest rather than the movie.
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"Do we have to go?" he complained from just beyond your door. It was Chan's birthday, and he'd been complaining since he got home about having to be out so late.
Lee Know was not a night person or a partier. He preferred to be home by 9:00 pm and in bed early enough to avoid any bad decisions. He rarely drank for the same reason, but of course Chan was urging everyone to let loose.
You pulled your door open to scold him directly since shouting through the door wasn’t getting through to him. "We have to go. He's one of our best friends...and you promised."
Lee Know didn't answer. His eyes were glued to your fitted mini dress that grazed the curve of your ass and the rise of your chest. He bit his lip at the sight before furrowing his brows. "You're not seriously thinking about wearing that, are you?"
You'd never had him tell you what to wear before, so it caught you off guard. "Considering I matched my hair and makeup to it, yeah I am."
"Can you even walk in it without flashing someone?" he complained as he stalked towards your closet to retrieve another option.
"Yes," you snarked as you slammed the closet door shut before he could even attempt to highjack your outfit. "Can you stop being such a dick?"
Lee Know looked you over once more, eyes stopping on your chest and then your thighs. He shook his head in annoyance, but eventually gave in. "Do not leave my side tonight, got it? You're dressed too sexy for your own good."
He'd never called you sexy before, and the desperate tone of his voice made your insides do a flip. It worried you that he could make you feel that way. He was your roommate and best friend... You should've had more self-control than to feel heated over a single word.
"Got it?" he asked again, this time with a serious look on his face that for some reason pissed you off.
"You don't tell me what to do Lee Know. You're not my boyfriend," you spat as you snatched your purse off the hook and strode past him to walk out the door.
He grabbed your wrist mid-stride and turned to rasp against your ear, "(Y/N), you will stay beside me tonight or so help me God, I will call Chan right now and cancel."
You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on when he spoke to you like that. You turned back with a dry mouth and nodded, agreeing to his terms.
He held your hand all the way to his car. He held the passenger door open for you before beginning the awkwardly silent ride all the way to Chan's.
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Lee Know may not have been much of a drinker, but you sure were. As he didn't like dancing at parties, he kept you contained to the bar most of the night where you became very friendly with Jackson the bartender.
"Another mojito please!" you grinned as you leaned over the bar to order over the noise.
Lee Know stood behind you with his hands on your waist as though he was worried you'd fall. "Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked.
"It's an open bar, Lee Know. That means I'm open to have as much as I want!" you giggled as Jackson set the new drink in front of you.
You took it and swayed to the music until a song came on that you felt legally obligated to dance to. "Oh my gosh!" you squealed as you tried to pull Lee Know to the dance floor. "Come on Mr. Grumpy Pants!"
"I'm not in the mood tonight, (Y/N)."
"Fine!" you pouted before stomping off to the dance floor alone. It was only seconds before Changbin had wrapped his arm around your waist to dance with you.
"You look so fucking good tonight," he whispered against your ear before kissing your neck. He began to roll his hips against your ass, and you followed suit, matching his rhythm and the song's.
"Lee Know didn't like my dress," you told him. "He tried to make me change."
"Lee Know is an idiot," Changbin murmured as his hand slid higher, just nearly grazing your chest.
You turned around to face him and watched as his eyes fell to the swell of your breasts. "You think I look pretty?"
Changbin let his hands fall to your ass as a smirk played on his lips. "You look so fucking sexy, (Y/N)."
You grinned and leaned against his shoulder for the rest of the song. Once it was over, you were feeling a little needy, and you raised your head to kiss him. You gazed at his lips and back to his eyes and were just about to lean in when your hand was loosened from Changbin's shoulder, and you were being pulled outside.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked once you were alone.
"Dancing?" you answered in confusion. You were at a party...what else did he expect you to do?
"You let him touch your ass, and you were about to kiss him, (Y/N). Do you like him?"
You shrugged, too drunk to really process what was happening. "It's a party Lee Know. And I tried to dance with you first, remember?"
"Oh? So you'll just let anyone touch you or kiss you who dances with you for a while?" he asked, his eyes scathing.
"No, but I just..."
"We're going home. You're drunk. You smell like mojitos and beer."
"I didn't even have beer?" you giggled.
"Changbin did, and I can smell him all over you. Come on, let's go," he ordered as he tugged you towards the car.
"I'm not ready to leave," you complained as you stumbled after him. He was moving so quickly and you could barely keep up thanks to your heels.
"Don't care," he fought before opening the door and helping you into your seat.
You wanted to put up more of a fight but it felt so nice to sit down. Your head lolled to the side, and once Lee Know was behind the wheel, you rested against his shoulder.
"You need your seatbelt, (Y/N)," he reminded you.
"Mhm," you hummed, already drifting off.
Lee Know sighed and reached around you to pull it on before helping you settle against him again. "All I wanted was to dance with you," you yawned. "You were being uptight all night, and I wanted to see you smile."
The car's engine clicked off, and you opened your tired eyes to see him staring at you. "You really just wanted to dance with me?"
"Of course I did. You're my handsomest friend," you teased as you poked his cheek.
The tension and anger finally left his body, and he left the car to help you stand again.
"Where are we going now?" you asked as he began walking you into the house.
"To dance."
When you returned to the dance floor, the music was sexier and softer. People were making out in corners, and Changbin was guiding someone upstairs. Lee Know pulled you against his chest to slow dance, but this song was hotter than that.
You turned and looped your arm around his neck while grinding against his hips until he firmly held you in place and asked in a worried whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Dancing," you answered as you ignored his grip and rolled your body against him.
Lee Know's breath was shaky on your neck, but he felt good behind you...really good. Whether he knew it or not, he began to match your pace. One of his hands settled on your waist and the other traced a line from your hand looped around his neck all the way down your side. You shivered at the feeling and tried to ignore the flutter at your core until the song finally ended.
You turned back around to face him and crashed against his chest for a slow dance. You were too tipsy to hold yourself up, but he didn't seem to mind.
"That was a little dangerous wasn't it? Grinding on me like that?"
"It's just a dance Lee Know," you lied with a kiss to his neck. It had done something to you too, but you didn't want him to know.
"Well, thanks to your dance we need to wait a minute before leaving or everyone will be able to tell what your dancing did to me."
You pulled back in amusement and stared down at the floor between you to find Lee Know's cock was hard. You couldn't help the laugh that stumbled from your lips when you leaned against him again.
"It's not funny," he argued. "If you weren't drunk, I'd be two seconds away from pulling you right up those stairs to a room."
You gripped his shirt tighter and gulped in surprise. You wondered what that would've been like...to be taken to a room with him. Would he have been as demanding as he had been when leaving earlier? Or would he be sweet like he was at home? There were so many questions you knew you'd never get the answer to.
"But I am drunk," you reminded him.
"Yeah, you are."
"And I'm sleepy," you frowned. Your eyes had already shut, and you were certain you could fall asleep standing up against him.
"I've got you."
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You woke up in one of Lee Know's shirts. Your dress was hung on the back of the door and a glass of water with an Advil was waiting on your nightstand.
You felt exhausted, but surprisingly not super hungover despite the blurriness of the previous evening's escapades. You downed it anyways and sauntered out to the kitchen in just your panties and his shirt where you knew you had smelled bacon.
"You hate breakfast," you told him as you leaned back against the counter and reached for one of the strips that he'd already cooked.
"Couldn't sleep," he said as he poured a glass of orange juice for you.
"Why?" you questioned. Lee Know never had trouble sleeping. He'd once passed out during a horror movie at the theater. He had even slept through the screaming of other audience members.
"Don't know," he shrugged before kissing your cheek and throwing his bag over his shoulder. "I've got a workout scheduled with Changbin, but I'll see you later, okay?"
"Alright," you frowned. It felt like there was something he wasn't telling you, so you followed him to the front door where he slipped on his sneakers. "Is everything okay? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?" you panicked.
"You didn't do anything. I promise," he assured you with another kiss. "See you later."
He was out the door before you could argue further.
The breakfast he'd made was delicious, and you spent a good hour eating it and cleaning up all of the dishes before heading off to shower. As you passed his room, you heard an incessant chiming and decided to check on it.
From his phone, text after text was coming in, each one from Changbin.
Changbin: Look man, I was drunk okay? I didn't mean it
Changbin: Dude, we were just dancing
Changbin: I don't know why you're so mad when it's your fault for not making a move earlier
Changbin: Are you really gonna ignore me?
There was a knock at the door, and you scurried towards it, hoping it was Lee Know only to find Changbin instead. You pulled the door open, knowing you needed answers.
"Is Lee Know here?"
"No, he said he was going to meet you," you replied.
"Fuck. Fucking great," he groaned as he plopped down on the couch.
"What's wrong?" you asked. "Did I...did we do something last night?"
"No!" Changbin shouted, obviously frustrated at the accusation. "We just danced. He's just being a possessive douche bag."
"Why? It's not like we're dating," you told him, feeling just as confused as he was.
"Oh no," Changbin laughed. "I'm not getting in the middle of this. In fact, I should just go," he suggested before taking off towards the door and crashing right into Lee Know.
Lee Know spotted you on the couch in your underwear and his shirt and clenched his jaw and fist before turning back to Changbin. You'd never seen him look so scary before. His eyes went black, and his face distorted in rage that looked inhuman. You hurried to his side and squeezed his arm to tear his attention away from Changbin before he did something he'd regret.
"He came here looking for you," you murmured as you rubbed soft circles on his arm.
Lee Know seemed to relax a little and muttered, "Can you leave us for a minute?"
You turned to Changbin to make sure he was alright and agreed only once he nodded. "I needed to shower anyways."
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"You want to tell me what's going on?" you asked, now clothed in your own pj set. Lee Know was sitting on his bed and staring at the phone while reading all of his missed messages.
"Not really," he sighed as he looked up and groaned at the sight of you.
"Seriously? Do you have to dress like that?"
"Lee Know!" you laughed in utter frustration. "These are my clothes! What would you have me wear instead? A fucking potato sack?"
"Yes. Put on a fucking potato sack and stop tempting me," he complained.
"What is this? The 1800s? If I want to wear mini shorts and a tank top in my own house, then I'll wear mini shorts and a tank top. What's your problem? First, you're arguing with Changbin and now me?"
"How do you know I'm arguing with Changbin?" he questioned.
Your face dropped at the realization that you'd just confessed to seeing his texts. "I...I'm not even going to entertain such a ridiculous conversation," you snapped before leaving his room.
He followed you across the hall while shouting, "Did you read my phone?"
"No!" you lied. "I mean...it kept buzzing when you left so I went to see why it kept going off to make sure it wasn't an emergency."
"So you read my phone," he rolled his eyes while leaning against your doorway.
"And you lied about meeting Changbin for a workout. Why?"
"Oh, we had a workout, alright. Punched him in his stupid face," he confessed.
"Lee Know!" you gasped, noticing the bruises on his knuckles. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because he was going to fuck you last night if I hadn't stepped in!" Lee Know shouted.
"So?" you screamed back. "We are not dating! Stop being so fucking possessive!"
Lee Know stalked towards you until he was so close you could feel his breath on his lips...until he was so close you had to crane your neck to hold his eye contact. "You don't even know what possessive is, baby. Do not talk to me like that."
Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you went to take a step back so you could breathe a little easier, but he snatched you back against him.
"Did you want to fuck Changbin?"
You could tell that he needed a real answer for whatever reason, so you shook your head.
"So you were dancing on him, why? To make me jealous?" he asked while cupping your jaw.
You'd never felt so overpowered by him before...never felt so afraid of what he'd do. He seemed dangerously close to ruining the friendship, and yet, you couldn't find it in you to warn him about it.
"No," you answered honestly. "I just wanted to dance, and you wouldn't come with me."
"So it's my fault then?" he murmured in a daze as his thumb traced the outline of your lips.
"Mhm," you hummed as your eyes fluttered shut. He felt good...too good.
"So you're telling me that if I hadn't pulled you away from him, you wouldn't have kissed Changbin?"
The truth was that you didn't know what would've happened. Lee Know had shut it down before it got too far.
"Your silence says everything," he uttered before pulling away. The absence of his touch hurt worse than you cared to admit. "And do you know what the worst part is?"
"Lee Know..." you began while trying to calm him down. He looked seconds away from spiraling.
"It's that I'm not even surprised. Every guy looks at you like a prize, (Y/N). They all want you, and I don't want them to have you," he confessed.
You had no idea what he meant by that. Was he admitting he had feelings or admitting he couldn't share your time?
"Do you know what I did last night?" he asked, looking pitiful now...almost desperate.
"What?"
"I put you to sleep. I helped you change and tucked you in, and was strong enough to say no when you asked me to sleep with you. Then I sat outside your room all night. I just sat there like a fucking idiot wondering why I didn't just dance with you."
"You sat there all night?"
He nodded and reached for you like a lifeline. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you."
"Lee Know...what are you saying?" you asked, staring between his eyes and trying to read them.
"I can't say it. I've said too much already," he frowned while holding your cheek as if you were fragile.
"But..."
"I'm just tired (Y/N). I'm going to take a nap, okay? If Changbin calls tell him I'm sorry," he murmured before leaving you alone in your room with a billion questions to cycle through.
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Lee Know slept all day. He didn't even come out for dinner so you ordered pizza since you had no idea how to cook. You replayed the conversation over and over in your mind, but eventually got stuck on one moment from last night.
If you weren't drunk, I'd be two seconds away from pulling you right up those stairs to a room.
The words were on a loop in your brain. When you laid down to sleep, they continued, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching for your phone.
Y/N: If I hadn't been drunk...what would you have done to me in that room?
Right away, his little text bubble popped up. It hurt you a little to know he'd been awake and avoiding you, but at least he was willing to communicate virtually.
Lee Know: wdym?
Y/N: last night...you said if I hadn't been drunk that you would've taken me upstairs
Lee Know: You remember that?
Y/N: i wasn't blacked out lee know
Lee Know: just go to sleep.
Y/N: no <3 tell me
Lee Know: no.
Y/N: tell me. I want to know
Lee Know: go to sleep. i'm not going to tell you again.
Y/N: or what? ;)
Lee Know: 🙄 you're annoying
Y/N: would you have...kissed me?
Your cheeks blushed as you waited for the answer. He was just across the hall, and you could've easily gone over to bother him in person, but your breaths were so shaky that you didn't want to give away the effect his words had had on you.
Lee Know: yes.
Y/N: what else?
Lee Know: that doesn't bother you that I wanted to kiss you?
Y/N: you were hard
Lee Know: go to sleep. this is a bad idea
You ignored him. You needed to know.
Y/N: would you have fucked me?
Lee Know: yes.
Your breath caught and you found yourself absentmindedly dragging your hand down to your core and pressing your palm against your cunt. The friction was nice and necessary right now.
Y/N: How?
Lee Know: i'm not going to tell you how i would have fucked you.
Y/N: then show me
Your heart raced at the message. It was bold...maybe too bold, but it was sent and there was no taking it back. You could hear his bed creak and the footsteps as they walked towards his door and opened it. When your door cracked to reveal his pupils blown out, you knew you'd made the right call by inviting him over.
He needed this...and so did you.
"You're being really stupid right now, baby. Why don't you just go to sleep?" he offered again even though he'd taken several steps into your room.
"I can't sleep," you told him. "All I keep thinking about is how good you looked last night."
It was then that Lee Know realized he couldn't see your hands. He tugged down the comforter to find one down your panties and the other holding your phone. You removed your hand with a gasp, not having planned on being caught for something so shameful.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," he groaned as he climbed into your bed.
"I'm just existing, Lee Know."
"Mhm," he inhaled sharply as if he could sense your arousal. "Existing in tiny shorts and see-through tank tops. Existing in my house, eating my food, in my clothes."
He pulled you down by your ankles until your pussy was angled just beneath him. "If I had fucked you last night, I would've started by tearing off your clothes," he confessed with kisses to your inner thighs. "Hated that fucking dress. Hated how it let everyone see you."
"What would you have done after that?" you whined as he ran his fingers up your legs to take off your underwear.
"I'd eat you out because I've been dying to taste your pussy for months."
He snapped your legs open and licked a stripe straight through your core before you even had time to register the words. Your back arched off the bed, and you twisted your fingers in his hair to urge him on, using his tongue as it was intended.
"Knew my girl would taste so fucking delicious," he groaned as he inserted two fingers into you, fucking you in time with the circles his tongue was making on your clit.
"Fuck!" you squealed, not having expected the high to come so quickly. Lee Know knew what he was doing, and he wasn't holding back anymore just to protect the friendship.
“I’d make you cum just like this,” he added in a daze as he curled his fingers to draw your first release. “There we go,” he smirked as he dug his face into your pussy to lick up the mess.
You were shaking and whimpering from how sensitive you were, but he didn’t pull back…not until you tugged his hair with desperate gasps from how good it felt.
He wiped his chin on the back of his hand and crawled over you. Now hovering above you, you realized you hadn’t even kissed him yet…not really.
“Then what?” you asked with shining eyes as your body relaxed beneath him.
“Then, I’d do this,” he muttered as he leaned in and took your breath away. His kiss stole away all thoughts and all that mattered was this moment with him.
You looped your arms around his neck and let him pull you closer when he dropped to the bed beside you. He hooked your leg over his waist and you realized he’d taken his pants off at some point. You rolled your hips up and down the length of his cock, smiling when Lee Know’s kisses turned to needy pants.
“Our friendship is ruined, huh?” he asked in a shaky voice.
You shrugged playfully and pushed him beneath you. “It’s alright. We weren’t that good of friends anyway,” you grinned before sinking into his cock and letting him become so much more.
“Damn (Y/N),” he groaned as he tossed his head back. He fit like a glove inside you…filling you so deep and warm that you didn’t even move for a while. You stayed as buried on him as you could and leaned forward for a kiss just as your phone chimed.
Lee Know snatched it from the nightstand to see a message from Changbin.
“Fucking prick has the worst timing,” he groaned.
Changbin: I’d say I’m sorry for grabbing your ass. But it was worth it ;)
Lee Know flashed the screen towards you to reveal the text. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Lee know found it less amusing and he tossed your phone back to the bed before spanking you and guiding you to ride him faster.
“Hope you enjoyed getting manhandled by Changbin last night, baby,” he moaned. “Because that’s the last time anyone other than me is touching you, understood?”
“If this is your weird way of asking me out, I need you to do better than that,” you answered breathlessly. With every thrust, he was hitting deeper and deeper. Your heart was thudding, and your brain was as dizzy as it had been last night.
Lee Know smirked and threw you beneath him as if you weighed nothing. He slammed into you until the smile left your face…until all you could do was squeeze him close and cry out his name.
“You’re mine, (Y/N). Understood?” he asked as he began sucking a spot near your collarbone. “Fucking mine. Say it.”
“So…so possessive,” you teased, though it only made his pace harsher. You squealed in response and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
You caved. You couldn’t help it. “I’m yours, Lee Know. Only yours,” you vowed.
“Fuck. Yes, you are baby. Say it again,” he begged as his pace slowed to a lengthy roll of his hips.
“Ahh Lee Know,” you moaned. This felt even better and you were so close to giving yourself over to him again.
“Say it for me, baby. Be good, and I’ll let you cum.”
“Let me?” you questioned.
“Mhm,” he hummed with more kisses to your neck and ear. “I’ll let you cum. Because if you don’t say it, I’ll pull out and watch your pussy pulse around nothing. Is that what you want?”
“N-no,” you answered in a shaky voice. He’d never spoken to you so domineeringly.
“Then tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” you breathed between thrusts. “I’m yours.”
“Again,” he demanded as his pace increased.
“Yours,” you rasped.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!” you screamed when his finger found your clit. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making your insides turn to mush as a wave threatened to crash.
“Again!”
“Yours,” you cried. “I’m yours Lee Know. I’m yours,” you sobbed as the orgasm hit, this one harder than the last. You pulsed around his cock and he kissed you through it while murmuring, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
He eventually came and kissed you through that too until the shaky breaths became even…until your bodies settled.
He pulled out and watched it all spill before lifting you and carrying you to his room where the sheets were clean. You cuddled against him and gave him lazy kisses just because you could.
“You’re mine now, alright?” he breathed when your eyes had just shut.
There they sat on the entryway table, petals wilted— some fallen while others fought. Leaves disintegrated into crunchy nothingness as the water was sucked from the clear glass vase...a sign of the stems that were struggling to keep the roses alive. It was a futile fight for the stems. The roses soon shriveled away, their color muted against the too-bright morning just beyond the window.
You tossed them out and stared at the empty shelf with a disheartened scowl. You'd underestimated how much it would hurt not to see the flowers...to instead be forced to encounter a blank, empty, lonely space rather than one that made you feel adored and wanted.
You never fancied yourself a recluse, but despite the brevity of the relationship, it hurt worse than you had expected. He'd been the first guy in years to penetrate your tough exterior...the first one in years you'd let your guard down for both emotionally and physically, and yet, it hadn't been enough to ensure that there was a future for the two of you.
Days had gone by, and still you were confined to the couch. It had become your bed, your kitchen table, and your sole ship to another world as you read a book you'd been putting off as you hadn't wanted to escape real life in a while. The war in the story had just begun when there was a gentle knock at the door.
"(Y/N)," the familiar voice called, dripping in empathy and disdain for the man who'd hurt you.
You sat up a little, catching his shadow through the curtain that covered the very same window that once fed sunlight. You hoped that if you stayed quiet long enough, he'd go away.
"I know you're home. I have your location, remember?"
"Fuck," you cursed beneath your breath. You forced yourself to stand, ignoring the cracks in your knees and back from how stiff you were, and shuffled towards the front door.
You reluctantly pulled it open to find Chan on the other side with one arm extended to hug you and his other hand carrying a bag of Chinese food, its contents wafting through the front door.
You slid your arms around him, finding comfort in the familiarity of his presence. He kissed the top of your head, and you then pulled away to lead him inside, your stomach growling now that the scent of orange chicken had flooded your home.
"You never eat when you're upset," he complained while shaking his head. Chan had witnessed you undergo the worst of life's offerings. Breakups and near-death car accidents were only the beginning. He'd held you when they found your mother's body in a fire started by your father. He'd sorted through the ashes with you in search of family momentos. They were few and far between on the soot-covered foundation, but even with so little to hold onto, you were glad there'd been something left to find.
Chan set the dish down in front of you before taking a seat in the chair beside you. He knew better than to sit across from you when what you really needed was to lean against him...to let him hold you up when everything felt like it was crashing down.
"You weren't dating him that long, (Y/N)," he reminded you, trying to use logic when your brain was being anything but logical. "What's going on? Hmm?"
You shrugged and snagged the bite off your fork. It was a little too hot, but the scorching of your tongue felt weirdly nice. It reminded you that you were alive.
On the next bite, Chan intervened and snagged it away. You turned to him with a pout as he ate the chicken with a teasing smirk. There was still pity in his eyes, but it was clear he was trying to make you smile, so you fought it with your arms crossed until he returned the utensil.
"You'll find your person one day, (Y/N)," he offered reassuringly as his thumb brushed small circles on your shoulder. "It takes time."
You weren't convinced. "It took me years to find Mr. Sort-of-Right. I just hate the idea that I'll spend 3 more years dating and putting myself out there just to get another letdown."
"Then what makes a guy Mr. 100%-Right for you?" he inquired. His body angled more towards you in the way he unconsciously did as if to help him hear better.
"Well," you began before swallowing the chicken piece. "He has to be smart."
"Smart?" he grinned, amused that intelligence was your main concern in a partner.
"Yes! Smart," you replied definitively as a smile grew on your face while you imagined this theoretical perfect partner. "And they have to be cute and good with kids since I really want a family."
"Mhm," he interjected as if making a list in his head. "What about height?"
"That's not really important to me. I'd rather find someone who can make me laugh than someone who can reach the top shelf," you said.
"That's what ladders are for," he teased, eyes shining in adoration at you for perking up so quickly.
You laughed a little at his joke before continuing, "And I want someone who will take care of me as much as I'll take care of them. I don't want things to feel one-sided."
"Like someone who would bring you orange chicken just to make sure you eat," he said softly.
"Exactly!" you exclaimed, happy that he understood how necessary an equal partnership was.
"Exactly," he muttered, seemingly urging you towards a solution that you weren't able to grasp while gazing at you so intently that your heart fluttered.
"If I found a guy even half as perfect as you, I'd feel lucky," you told him, voice drenched in sorrow at the thought of your perfect future that seemed too out of reach.
"What about one as 100% perfect?" he asked as he inched forward.
"I mean...that's obviously ideal but I doubt I'll find anyone like you," you sighed.
"(Y/N)..." Chan suddenly exhaled in frustration, standing with one hand on his hip while looking at you in confusion. "Are you messing with me?"
"What? No!" you assured him. "Why? What's wrong?"
Chan suddenly sat back down and reached for your hands. His fingers traced yours while he took a deep breath before staring intently and asking, "What about me?"
You weren't sure if you were understanding what he was offering. Did he mean you to use him as a template for your spousal search or was he suggesting you date him?
"You're perfect, Channie," you answered carefully. "I want someone just like you."
Chan laughed now as if he found amusement in your confusion or inability to accept the conversation's point. "(Y/N). What's stopping you from just being with me?"
You blinked in surprise, your chest turning in excitement and wonder about this possibility that you'd never let yourself seriously consider. "You?"
"Yeah," Chan breathed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "What if you were with me?"
He inched closer, and you closed your eyes for a second to imagine it...a life with someone so accepting of your needs and flaws...a life with someone who saw you even clearer than you saw yourself...a life with someone who had been by your side for so long through all of the good and bad times.
"It would be easy with you," you began, voice shaky from the nerves. It was a big leap to take with Chan. After all, he'd been your friend since middle school, and you didn't want to lose him.
"I would be so good to you," he promised just before pressing his forehead to yours. You'd never heard his voice sound so needy before. It caught you off guard, and you squeezed his hand to relay the shock.
Your breathing hastened more when he cupped your jaw and brushed his thumb across your cheek. It was as though your entire life had been building to this moment, and now that it was here, the room was charged in anticipation.
"I want to be with you," he confessed before finally allowing his lips to press to yours.
The shift was immediate.
You were no longer afraid or worried about losing him. Deep down, it was as if you knew you'd have him forever. "Channie," you whined as you abandoned your seat to straddle him in his. You tangled your fingers in his hair and darted your tongue across his bottom lip to taste his plump bottom lip that you often secretly thought about.
He pulled back with a dimpled smile and sparkling eyes to catch sight of your parted lips and lazy grin. You tried to kiss him again, but he leaned away with a teasing smirk.
"You want me," you reminded him playfully. You couldn't stop touching him. Your fingers danced across his shoulders and neck before squeezing his earlobe and caressing his cheek. Was this always how it should've been?
"Yes, I do," he laughed. You'd never seen him look so freely happy before. Chan was always stressed about something...work, his family, his ancient car he was fixing up... but not now. Now, he was relaxed.
"I want to be yours, too," you muttered shyly. Giving away your heart never came easily, but with Chan, anything felt possible.
When he stood with your legs wrapped around his waist, you squealed and held on to his neck. "Where are we going?"
He didn't answer and instead headed down the hall to your room. You hadn't expected company, so it was a mess thanks to the challenging week you'd had. With anyone else you would've felt ashamed, but Chan ignored it and kissed you as he laid you back on the bed.
You spread your legs for him to lean into, and frowned into the kiss, feeling slightly rejected, when he stayed beside you instead. Was he regretting it already?
"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he asked, when he noticed the change in your temperament.
You looped your leg over his waist and guided him to lean against you. He grunted in surprise, but sank into another kiss, this one soft and vulnerable. He ground himself against you, letting you feel more of him until the whimpers started.
"I didn't want to push you too far so soon," he explained when he moved on to your neck, leaving trails of love bites across your skin.
"I want you Chan," you told him again, as you tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to his chest and then taking it off completely when he raised his hands to permit you. "I want all of you," you promised as you kissed his chest and shoulders, exploring the parts of him you rarely ever saw.
His kisses turned needier, his body becoming urgent in its desire for you. You wanted him to see just how equally desperate you were and began by taking off your shirt to reveal your torso to him.
Chan abandoned your neck to kiss down your collarbone and shoulder until he reached your chest. You watched as he closed his eyes and took your nipple between his teeth. When you gasped, it only made him more determined to make you feel good. His now-hardened cock ran up and down the length of your clothes core, igniting the fire within you.
"More," you pleaded, body writhing against his.
Chan peeked up through his long, pretty lashes with flushed cheeks to find that you were trying to squirm out of your leggings. He kissed all the way back up your neck leaving goosebumps in his wake before taking your earlobe between his teeth and breathing, "Don't you dare deny me the pleasure of undressing you, baby."
Heat flooded through you not only from the nickname but the tone. Chan was a lot more controlling than you expected...and you loved it. He kissed your now-reddened cheek and began pulling your leggings down, stealing your underwear with them.
He tossed the fabric to the floor and eyed you hungrily before removing the rest of his clothes and letting his body sink against yours. You'd only gotten a glance at his cock, but it was larger than you would've guessed...surprisingly so.
Everywhere Chan touched felt warm. His cock continued riding up and down your slick, and he kissed you as though nothing else in the world mattered.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned while exploring your naked form. He grazed your chest then down your side until he reached your waist. You wanted him to touch you everywhere and pouted when he teased you by dragging his hand along your inner thigh.
"Touch me," you begged. Your voice sounded so strange and unexpected that you wondered if you'd ever truly been turned on before. Everything with Chan felt so new.
"I am touching you," he smirked, knowing he was denying you touch where you craved it most...where the fire was burning for extinguishment.
"Channie," you whined as you tried to wiggle your hips towards his hand.
"God I love how you say my name," he moaned before finally sliding his finger through your core.
You gasped and clutched his shoulders as the fire raged into a raging inferno. He stroked back and forth while being sure to circle your clit whenever he reached it. You kissed and nibbled his shoulder to urge him on, but went limp when the euphoric wave washed over you when he pushed his finger in.
"Channie," you cried as you ground against his finger, seeking more friction than it was capable of.
"Fuck (Y/N)," he sighed as he watched your desperate attempt to get off.
"Need you," you whimpered with a kiss. "Need all of you."
"I don't know if you're ready yet, baby. I think I should work you up more or maybe even..." he began, but you interjected with another kiss as you worked to align his cock with your cunt.
"Please. Please just try, Channie," you begged, again shocked by how unlike yourself you sounded. You were drunk on Chan, and he was doing everything to keep you from sobering up.
"If it hurts just tell me," he muttered softly while gazing down with worry.
"I promise," you whispered before playfully kissing the tip of his nose.
Chan stared at you a moment longer as if capturing the very second everything would change before finally thrusting forward.
Your head flew back in ecstasy as his size was that perfect amount of pain and pleasure. His lips on your neck spurred the high even more, and it wasn't long before he was pulling out and sinking in again.
"Fucking made for me," he groaned as he nipped at your skin, sucking and kissing little marks that you'd wear with pride.
"Feels so good, Channie. So fucking good."
He settled into a pace and pulled your jaw back so he could kiss you. You felt so connected to him, and placed your hand on his chest, certain that your hearts were beating together.
When he blindly guided your ankle over his shoulder you almost couldn't believe it. You were being bent for him like a pretzel...a soaking wet, needy little pretzel that nearly fell apart when he sank even deeper.
"Damn," he groaned when he felt your pussy throbbing around his cock. "Does that feel good?"
You couldn't even speak anymore. You nodded with parted lips as he buried himself inside you as deep as he could go. His waist hit yours, and he stayed there as you tensed around him. If a meteor struck, you'd die happy in this position knowing you were as close as humanly possible to one another.
He began to move faster, to rock the bed back and forth as moans turned to shaky exhales. You tried to reach for him...to pull him in for a kiss, but he pushed your hand back against the bed with threaded fingers. Your chest shook from the force of his thrusts and he glanced down briefly to watch before needing your needy gaze.
"I want to feel you cum," he urged between kisses. You were so close already that the words alone nearly undid you.
"I just need..." you began, though a kiss interrupted the thought.
"What do you need, baby? I'll do anything for you," he vowed in a tone that could only be described as desperate.
"Say it, Channie. I need to hear it or I can't cum," you confessed, watching as the wheels spun in his mind.
His eyes softened once he connected the dots, and he pressed his lips to yours before murmuring, "I love you, (Y/N)."
You kissed him back as you came, as you released years of subconscious thoughts and moments of tension onto him. Chan came when you did with stuttering hips and messy kisses. He squeezed your hand even tighter before letting go to take your ankle off his shoulder. You relaxed beneath him with soft breaths as a warmth flooded from your curled toes all the way to your dizzied mind.
You wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck to make sure he'd keep kissing you. He pulled out and dropped to the bed beside you with mouths still connected as neither of you was ready to part. He pulled you close with a firm hand to your lower back, your words catching in your throat when you finally told him, "I love you, too."
In hindsight, you should've known it was always meant to be Chan. When your family was taken from you, he'd been the only person to support you through the grief. Now, he could see all of the best parts of you—the parts that only existed because he kept your life full of light when it could've gone dark.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear again...a habit you found adorable.
"I feel stupid for not seeing it earlier," you told him. "It was always meant to be you, wasn't it?"
"You're not stupid at all," he corrected. "I didn't let myself believe this could happen either...not until you described me in your list of an ideal man," he grinned proudly, his dimple an indicator of just how pleased he really was.
"Aren't you a little worried?" you asked as you held your hand against his chest. It was a comfort to touch him like this...one you had denied yourself of for far too long.
"Not at all," he assured you. "We've spent the last dozen years together. Why not another 12?" he asked with a kiss to your cheek. "And then another," he hummed before pressing his lips to the tip of your nose. "And another..." he added with a kiss to your jaw. "And another..."
He finally kissed your lips, and in the kiss, you could feel all of the love coursing between you. Any doubt about the sustainability of the relationship vanished. "Until forever," you murmured.
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"Can I kiss you?" he asked while holding your hand, his cheeks flushed in anticipation.
"Of course you can," you grinned. It wasn't your first kiss...or even the first dozen. He'd kissed you for the first time last week after walking you to your car. Still, he always asked. It was sort of sweet...
He sighed in relief as if somewhere in his insecure mind he still thought you'd reject him and inched forward, pressing his soft lips to yours with a gentle hum. You were straddling him for the first time and could feel his hands wandering down your spine until he reached the hem of your shirt.
He pulled his hands back up and you could tell they were twitching nervously. As if to guide him to more, you began grinding his waist, rocking your hips back and forth up the length of his cock until his pupils were blown and he pulled back with a sigh.
"Can I take this off?" he rasped, his voice deep with need as he eyed your shirt.
You nodded with a smirk and raised your arms for him to pull off the thin tank top. His eyes immediately turned to your chest, his hand pressing to your bra as his mouth resumed kissing you.
You smiled into the first kiss and ran your hands across his broad shoulders and back to his chest. His shirt was soft and his heart thudded anxiously beneath your palm. You could almost feel the wheels spinning in his head before he asked if he could remove your bra.
"You don't have to ask every time," you teased. "I'll tell you if I feel like I'm being pushed too far."
He looked uncertain but nodded as his fingers got to work undoing the clasp. Within seconds it had been snapped off and discarded on the floor. You bit your lip proudly at him and ran your fingers through his auburn hair.
"Your shirt has to come off too," you ordered while reaching for the black compression material. He laughed and pulled it over his head before standing and pulling you against him. Now flushed chest to chest, you only wanted to be closer, to feel that secure warmth surge through you that you hadn't felt in a long time.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he kissed each cheek. You blushed at the compliment and playfully kissed his nose before wrapping your arms around his neck and sinking into a deeper kiss.
He groaned and let his hands fall to your ass, finally taking advantage of your offer for him to push the limits a bit...even if only for a moment.
"Can I take these off too?" he checked while tracing the waistline of your leggings.
You bit your cheek to hide the disappointment that he couldn't just take charge and remove your pants before guiding him to the bed.
What happened from there could only be described as clinical. He checked in so much that you couldn't get that wet as each time it pulled you out of the dazed happy state and back to his fear-driven state.
He was a good guy...a great guy...but he couldn't help but to pull you into his head where he existed in worries and stress. You just wanted to exist in the moment with him...to feel him collapse in deep breaths as he came and little laughs as he let you know he enjoyed it.
But he lived so much in his head that you knew he couldn't exist in the real world.
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"So...it was that bad?" Candi asked as you sat beside her on a barstool, leaning against the counter that was slightly sticky and wet.
"Not bad..." you began, trying to defend him. After all, he was a really nice guy...just not the guy for you.
"Did you cum?" she asked, making you choke on your martini at her bluntness.
"No," you croaked out, trying to answer her through the coughs to catch your breath again. "But neither did he"
"So he brings you down with him to anxiety land...yikes," she frowned.
"He's a nice guy," you argued.
"Last I checked, nice isn't what makes your pussy wet is it?" she joked.
You shook your head again with a laugh, reminded only of the menagerie of douchbags in your past. Each was toxic and mean or possessive and needy...and yet their desire for you was the sexiest thing about each of them.
"So who in this bar could be your rebound?" she asked as she spun around to examine the options. "Mr. Fake Hermes watch?" she suggested.
You turned to see where she was looking and shook your head. "Insecure about his wealth."
"Right...what about Capris in the corner?"
You turned and saw he was staring at you already. He was bald and muscular. And short...
"The last short guy I fucked had a complex," you reminded her.
"Oh right...Ankle Chomper," she shivered as she recalled the way he always bit your ankle before going down on you like a feisty chihuahua.
"What about him?" you asked, pointing towards a brooding man at the end of the bar. He was staring into his whisky and circling his finger along the glass with a frown.
"He looks kinda upset, (Y/N). Like he was dumped or something," she shouted over the music.
You snagged your purse off the counter and hopped off the stool. "And what do dumped guys do?"
She snorted and waved you off. "Enjoy your little pet."
You grinned and made your way over to the man. Men who looked this upset at bars were often the best to you. You were their savior from a terrible night...and they fucked you best to reward you for it.
You sat beside him and immediately began your line, "I'm so sorry I'm late babe. There was traffic on the highway and the bouncer didn't think my ID was real. He thought (Y/N) was a fake name. Can you believe that?"
He looked up with the most innocently confused eyes...but he had looked up...which meant he could be saved from his terrible night.
"What are you drinking? I owe you one for waiting on me?" you asked as you flagged down Dylan, the bartender.
"I..." he tried to begin but you'd already turned to Dylan who knew your game better than anyone.
"One mojito please, and I'll get him another of whatever he's having," you grinned with a wink.
"Coming right up," Dylan smirked with a laugh as he headed off to pretend to make the drinks.
The man blinked in surprise, his mouth still parted in the answer he never got to give.
"Oh! Sorry!" you laughed. "Where are my manners?" you began as you leaned in, giving him the chance to back away. "It's nice to meet you," you breathed before cupping his cheeks and kissing him.
The whisky on the table became an afterthought. Hell, the bar became an afterthought. He snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you closer as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He was warm and desperate, and you lost your breath quicker than you'd ever admit. You were gasping when he pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours.
"Your place or mine?" you asked as you caught your breath.
He laughed a little breathlessly and reached for your hand. "Mine. I'm Mingyu by the way."
"I don't care," you muttered before kissing him again and feeling a flutter run through you when he hummed against your lips.
Mingyu pulled you outside to the city that should've been at rest. It was well past midnight and yet cars were skirting through the streets and people were laughing and arguing on their phones. Mingyu walked slightly ahead as if determined to get there as quickly as possible, but he held on to your hand like a lifeline.
"My roommate might be asleep," he whispered his warning.
You nodded and followed him quietly through the pitch-black apartment all the way down the hall where his room was lit up by a lamp. Your heart raced at the idea of being caught, and you nearly complained when he shut his door.
"Come here," he groaned as he pulled you towards the bed.
You kicked off your heels and listened by straddling him. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped when you felt his cock against your core.
"Fuck you're hard already?" you asked.
"Who wouldn't be?" he rasped. "Have you seen yourself?"
You felt your ego inflating already and ran your fingers through his hair. He was moaning desperately before a strangled gasp left his lips as you yanked his head back. "I don't want to be treated like I'm fragile."
He raised his brow and stood with your legs looped around his waist to press you back against the wall. "Who the fuck thought you were fragile?" he asked before tearing off the first strap of your dress.
You squealed in shock before clasping your hand over your mouth to hold back the groan that followed as he bit and sucked on your shoulder.
"You'll leave a mark," you warned.
"I know," he smirked as he did it again to the other side.
You couldn't help but feel your core dampen at the thought of being bruised by this stranger. You only grew wetter when he yanked the dress down to reveal your chest.
"Fuck," he whined at the sight. "And to think tonight started off so bad."
"Why was it bad baby?" you breathed, holding his head closer when he began trailing kisses along your chest.
"I got looked over for a promotion," he explained before sucking your nipple and swirling his tongue around it.
"Did you deserve it?" you asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, but the boss's son wanted it," he complained.
You held his face and gazed softly at him, "Take it out on me."
"You're a twisted little thing aren't you?" he smirked.
"The twistiest," you teased with a yelp as he tossed you back to the bed.
He threw off his shirt and began undoing his belt as you watched with wide eyes and spread legs. He had the best body you had ever seen, so much so that you wanted to stay right here in front of him just staring at his abs flexing with every breath.
Then the belt came off, and he demanded that you turn over. You hadn't been hit in a long time and craved it so badly. You knelt over his thighs and squeezed the sheets in front of you when the first blow came down on your ass.
"Do we need a safe word?" he realized after the first screech.
Tears stung your eyes but more importantly, you nearly came from the first smack. You were so desperate for more that you let out a quiet, "Mhm," hoping he'd offer one up.
"My safe word is banana," he suggested as he hit you again, a little harder this time so that your body moved forward in his lap. He palmed the fabric and drove it over your ass before yanking down your panties to see the reddened skin. His touch was soft as he rubbed it...as he waited for you to settle. "Can you say banana for me, baby? I need to make sure you're verbal."
"Bana...na," you gasped when a third smack came down on your bare bottom. This one stung worse than the last and the tears fell down your cheeks.
When his hand slid through your cunt to test how much you liked being spanked, you quivered.
"Dirty, dirty girl," he shamed with another smack. This time your yelp was more like a scream, and he rolled you over to straddle him while hushing you. "You're soaking my pants baby," he complained. "You like being used this much?"
You blushed shyly and nodded against his neck, still coming down from the high of the moment. Shame bubbled in your chest, and you briefly wondered why this was what turned you on. You often sank into this horrible mindset, but then he kissed you, and you realized Mingyu contained the nuance needed to remind you that even while used you were adored.
"Can I take this off?" he asked as he tugged on your dress between kisses.
You wiped your tears and laughed as you'd just escaped a man who asked such questions. "You don’t need permission," you told him with your arms raised. He slid the dress up and over your body with a shrug.
"You needed another moment to calm down, and I was hoping to see that beautiful smile of yours before fucking you," he smiled. God his smile was beautiful. "And now that I see how fucking sexy you are...I'm a little concerned you won't be able to take me."
"Every man that has told me that was the size of my pinky finger Mingyu," you laughed...only to be proven wrong when he pushed his pants and boxers down to reveal the biggest dick you'd ever seen.
"You'd have to have a pretty fucked up pinky finger," he joked as he settled between your legs.
You squirmed so you could feel him better and kissed him just as desperately as you had at the bar. Mingyu was all passion and need, and he was more than capable of giving you the high you needed.
"Do you kiss your boss like this?" you teased.
Mingyu pulled away with his jaw open in surprise and eyes shining in amusement. "Of course you're a brat."
"I'm only a brat when my partner isn't doing a good job of shutting me up," you fought back, heart racing when you noticed his cock twitch. He liked this...which meant he'd punish you for it.
"You have no idea how many ways to do that just crossed my mind," he cocked his brow as he drove his cock up and down your slick to tease you. Your legs went wider as if to permit him.
"It can't be that many if I'm still talking, can it?"
Mingyu smirked and kissed you again, his eyes dark as night when he pulled back. "Turn around."
You eagerly followed his instructions and got on all fours. "Doggy style? That's your idea?" you taunted.
"No," he groaned as he spanked you and pushed your body flat against the bed. You wondered what he was doing but suddenly felt his belt wrap around your thighs before he pulled them tight.
"Mingyu..." you whimpered, unsure what he was planning as this was completely new to you.
"Still talking?" he asked as he dragged your feet over the bed's corner to bend you over the mattress.
You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of the first thrust and groaned when you felt his palm spank your clit.
"No words?" he asked before doing it again. "No wit?"
You had never met someone so good at this before. "Mingyu," you begged, hands gripping his comforter for dear life.
"Good girl, that is my name baby," he praised, which caught you off guard...but not as much as his thick, length cock slamming into you and stealing your breath away. "Now scream it."
You tried to spread your legs to give him more room but the belt kept you tight for him. Mingyu slammed into you repeatedly as if you were a toy to be discarded after one use. He was trying to break you...and he was fucking great at it.
The bed shook a few inches off the box spring from how rough he was being, but he didn't seem to mind. He yanked the whole mattress back and fucked you just as hard until it happened a second and third time.
"Mingyu," you cried, face dripping in tears from the pain of being stretched so much. It hurt so good that you weren't sure you'd find anyone better. This random stranger that you'd plucked for his stupid pouty face had surprised you.
"I'm the best, aren't I?" he grunted. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or his boss, but you moaned in agreement. "Fuck you're so tight," he complained as he smacked your ass sharply over the welts from earlier.
"Mingyu!" you pleaded. You needed to cum but didn't know what tricks he had up his sleeve (if any) that could push you over that ever elusive edge.
"Hands behind your back," he demanded, snatching them from in front of you to hold them. He used it for leverage to pull your chest up so he could watch your tits bounce in the mirror across from him.
You caught sight of him, too...of the sweat beading on his forehead, of his lips parted in shaky breaths...
"You gonna cum?" he asked when he saw the redness in your cheeks and the desperation in your gaze.
You shook your head from side to side, one last bratty impulse just to see how he'd react. It shocked you when his hand clasped around your throat to pull your back flush against his chest. It surprised you more when he sucked your earlobe and forced you to look at yourself being used by him... mascara-stained cheeks and all.
"You're going to cum," he demanded. "Because I said so," he rasped.
You shook your head again with a strangled moan, and fought as long as you could when he released your hands to snake his hand around your waist.
He slapped your cheek before rubbing your clit, his voice even rougher this time when he demanded it of you. "Cum."
You couldn't fight it this time. He squeezed your throat and stole your breath, filling you when he felt your cunt pulsing around him as you came. The high was unlike anything you'd ever felt, and he held your throat to prolong that high until you were dizzied and unable to use your vision.
He undid the belt once he was done and helped guide you to the bed where he held you. You found yourself cuddling against him and resting your cheek on his dampened chest.
"Are you okay?" he asked with a kiss to your forehead.
"Mhm," you answered in exhaustion. You hadn't been fucked that well in a long time...maybe not ever.
"Can I hold you while you sleep?" he asked softly.
"Banana," you grinned with a kiss to his chest.
He chuckled, sounding so adorable that you used the last of your energy to look up at his bright smile. "Banana?" he asked.
"Don't ask to hold me, Mingyu. Just do it."
He understood right away and kissed your forehead again while trailing soft touches down your spine.
"Can you pass me a new eraser?" you asked Hyunjin while biting your lip. You were so focused on fixing the column in your drawing that you couldn't steal your gaze away even for a second.
You were working on a few mockups to present to a company your architectural agency was bidding to work with tomorrow. In preparation for the presentation, you and Hyunjin had been at it all night, each adding the finishing touches to a handful of designs. You were the only two left at work, the others having left hours ago.
"Here," he said as he set it down on your image, his lead-stained palm smearing your page in the process.
"Jin!" you snapped as you shoved his hand away.
"Sorry," he said, immediately removing it with a pitiful look. He ran the same hand through his hair and watched as you carefully etched away at the imprint of his hand with the eraser. You were so focused that you nearly missed the way he was staring at you.
"What is it?" you asked as you sat up and nervously fidgeted with the claw clip in your hair. You let your hair fall to your shoulders but immediately put it back up. All the while, his eyes never left yours.
"Nothing," he answered, seemingly snapped out of his trance. "I think I've been looking at the pages too long. Want to grab some coffee?"
"Sure," you agreed. It would be nice to step away from the design for a bit. You hadn't thought of anything other than column fluting and doorway arches for hours.
Hyunjin smiled a little and led the way to the small staff lounge down the hall. It wasn't anything special, just a few old couches and a four-person table, but it was cozy enough to drive you here during the times you needed a break. The coffee was already prepared as you'd each been taking turns refilling it all afternoon, and he poured some into your mug before handing it over.
"You know they're going to pick your design, right?" he smirked playfully as he leaned back against the counter and took his first sip.
You and Hyunjin were equally strong designers, but for the first time in a while, you actually felt really proud and certain that your building would be chosen. "Maybe," you answered, not wanting to boast. "You have a better lobby and idea of how to tile the stairs," you told him.
"Your exterior alone is top-notch (Y/N)," he argued. "I'm a little jealous actually. You've always had such an eye for that."
"Ditto," you grinned. Hyunjin never failed to spark interest with clients due to his insanely ornate aesthetics on interiors.
He raised his brow at the compliment and set the empty mug down to refill it. "We should've asked them to do a design together," he chuckled. "Your exterior and my interior would surely win the bid."
"I like your exterior," you teased. You often flirted with Hyunjin without thinking about it for no other reason than to see the blush rise to his cheek whenever he was caught off guard.
"Mmm. It pains me that you only see a hot body when you look at me, (Y/N)," he played along while clutching his heart in agony.
"Thats not true," you began as you stood to wash out your mug, your elbow brushing Hyunjin's as you washed it out.
"Isn't it?" he rasped against your ear. Suddenly the tension in the room was crushing your chest. It was harder to breathe and think when he was like this.
You turned with adoringly wide eyes, leaning in just a little to permit him.
"I like your inside too," you breathed with a hand to his heart.
"Not as much as I like yours," he groaned as he pressed his lips to yours and raised you to the counter. Hyunjin kissed you feverishly with moans that made you gasp for him. He gripped your thigh with one hand and cupped your jaw with the other, seeking you out in any way he could.
You were already working to tear away the buttons of his work shirt, the elbows of it which were covered in pencil lead. He tugged it off once the last button was popped and pulled back to watch you strip out of your shirt, his eyes falling to the lace lounge bra that covered your chest.
"You work too hard," he complained while undoing his pants.
"You work too little," you laughed while kicking your pants and underwear off for him.
Hyunjin's fist was wrapped around his cock, already hard and leaking for you. "I reject that opinion," he fought as he sank in, filling you in one thrust. He kissed up your neck as you adjusted, his breath warm on your ear. "I work exceptionally hard," he groaned as he began to move.
You gasped in shock and tightened your arms around his neck. Hyunjin kissed your shoulder and ear as he worked, his inhaled and exhaled growing heavy and hot. It had been weeks since you'd fucked him...weeks since the last project that you had to stay late for.
"Fuck you feel so good," he grunted. "Fucking love being inside you."
"Did you volunteer for the Vanderbilt project next week?"
"Of course I did," he answered through a strangled moan. Your cunt had clenched around him, your body desperately attaching itself to his.
"We can...fuck next week too," you panted. "And the week after for the Monroe complex."
"And this weekend if you'd let me take you out," he offered again.
You pulled back with twinkles in your eyes and an amused smile. "Not a chance."
Hyunjin laughed through his moans and picked up his pace as if to punish you.
"Oh god!" you cried out. The counter began to shake and you worried he'd break it from the pace and aggression. You couldn't find yourself to stop him though, and you fisted his sweat-filled hair while kissing him through his new slow and harsh pace. Each insertion snapped you into the cabinet, and a particularly hard one pushed your head against the wall.
"God damn (Y/N)," he sighed as he clutched the back of your head to protect it as he continued. "Are you okay?"
"Harder," you pleaded, forehead falling to his shoulder to prepare for the snap of his hips. When it came, you nearly collapsed. You squeezed him tight and dug your nails into his back. He grunted and went deeper, stretching your walls around him and threatening to split you open.
"Jinnie," you cried as you tensed. Your abs hurt from the pressure building and you needily clung to him while leaving kisses on his neck.
"Come on baby. Cum for me. Show me how good you are," he begged.
He'd learned of your people-pleasing attitude a few late nights ago and hadn't given it up... thank god. It made you so compliant for him and emptied your head better than any drug.
"I'm good, Jinnie. I'm a good girl," you whimpered.
"I know you are, baby," he muttered softly as he traced his hand down your chest. "But why don't you show me?" he asked as his thumb circled your clit.
You gave yourself over to him immediately. He pulled away his hand as you hated being overstimulated and kissed you through the squirms before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. He sat down and let you sink deeper into him until he came and buried himself in your chest.
"So good, baby. You were so good for me," he promised as he left trails of kisses over your tits. His voice was shaky from his release, but he held you close until you were both done. Only then did he pull back and look up with vulnerable eyes.
"Kiss me," he ordered in a desperate voice that sent butterflies through you.
You were more than happy to comply.
Hyunjin stroked his hand down your back and held you against him. You were exhausted after cumming and pulled out of the kiss to lean on his shoulder.
"I've got you," he promised with a kiss to your temple. You kissed his neck in response and let your eyes close for a bit. There was still work to be done, but you couldn't even remember what types of windows you had chosen anymore. He'd cleared your mind which was what made this all worth it.
"There's a local artists' market on Saturday," you yawned while running your fingers through his hair.
"Oh? Is that why we can't go on a date this weekend?" he asked.
You shook your head with another yawn and snuggled closer. "That is our date this weekend," you told him just before letting sleep take you.
summ: according to jisung, bad decisions don’t count when you’re drunk. you decide to test that theory properly.
⋆ pairing: best friend!jisung x f!reader
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: college au, alcohol, teasing, A LOT of kissing, biting, marking, whimpering and whining, hair pulling, grinding, riding, some slaps, hanjob?, unprotected s*x, semi-public s*x?
⋆ words: 3.6k
a/n: this was requested and i immediately got obsessed with the idea. freestyled most of it and somehow it turned into this… yeah. still don’t know how i never wrote bff jisung wanting to fuck you that bad without consequences, because it just makes sense. enjoy! 😚
the music is way too loud to think straight, but not loud enough to stop jisung from leaning in every time he wants to say something that clearly doesn’t need to be whispered. his voice gets lost in the noise, but his breath doesn’t. warm, close, persistent against your ear, like everything else is irrelevant.
you’re sitting on his thigh like it’s the most natural thing in the world—because honestly, it is—barely holding onto his shoulder while people brush past you both without care.
his hand’s been on your waist for a while now, firm but absentminded, like he hasn’t realized he never took it away. or like he decided not to a long time ago.
“you’re heavy,” he murmurs, leaning in, his warm breath grazing your ear.
you laugh under your breath and shrug, not moving.
“then put me down,” you reply, turning your head just slightly to look at him.
he smiles at that, but doesn’t do anything to move you.
his thumb slides just a little over your waist, following a rhythm that isn’t quite the music. you shift on him, intentionally, feeling his leg tense beneath you for just a second. jisung lets out a quiet, restrained laugh.
“you’re taking advantage,” he says, but it doesn’t sound like a complaint.
“don’t see you doing anything to stop me.”
“that’s because i don’t mind.”
he says it fast. too fast. and that makes you smile. you rest your forehead against his for just a second, enough to feel the heat of his skin before pulling back to really look at him: cheeks slightly flushed, eyes bright, that look of his that shows up when he stops overthinking.
you see it shift. the way his eyes narrow slightly, how his smile tilts, how something crosses his mind and he decides to say it.
“there’s a theory,” he murmurs, like he just remembered something important, leaning in again.
“here we go…,” you say with mock annoyance, but you’re still looking at him, interested.
“listen,” he insists, lowering his voice a little, conspiratorial. “hyunjin once said that… everything that happens when you’re drunk doesn’t count.”
you blink slowly, trying to find the joke in his words. but there isn’t one, and that makes you laugh. stupid and a little too loud.
it’s not soft or subtle either. someone nearby even glances over, annoyed, but you don’t care. you never do when you’re like this with him.
“that sounds like an excuse to do dumb shit.”
“exactly!” he answers immediately, like that proves his point. “and that’s why it works.”
“works for what?”
jisung looks at you now, more serious for a second, even if that smile is still there, tucked into the corner of his lips.
this time he doesn’t look away, something steadier in his gaze, even if that cocky edge is still sitting there.
“to do whatever you want… without overthinking it.”
the small silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s heavy, charged with that kind of ridiculous logic that, in that exact moment, starts to make way too much sense.
you tilt your head slightly, studying him like you’re actually considering it.
“and it doesn’t count?” you ask, repeating him.
“doesn’t count,” he confirms, without hesitation.
“not even if it’s a really bad idea?”
“especially if it’s a really bad idea,” he emphasizes, making that exaggerated expression you love.
your hand comes up to his jaw without thinking, guiding him just slightly closer, just because you can. because you always can.
“how convenient…,” you admit, letting your gaze drift over his face.
“it’s the perfect excuse,” he says, leaning in a little more.
you stay like that for a second. too close to be “just a joke,” but natural enough that no one questions it.
“so…,” you murmur, dragging the word out. “according to your theory…”
“our theory,” he corrects quickly.
“our theory…,” you repeat, a small teasing smile on your lips. “we could do anything right now.”
jisung doesn’t answer right away, but he doesn’t pull away either. if anything, his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, slipping just under the fabric, like he’s already testing the limits of his own idea.
“and it wouldn’t count,” he adds, raising his brows suggestively.
you look at each other for a few seconds and then, inevitably, you both laugh.
because it’s stupid. because it makes no sense. because it’s exactly the kind of decision that only exists in moments like this: music vibrating in your chest, alcohol warming your blood, confidence blurring every line that ever mattered.
“fine,” you say finally, shifting on him again. “let’s test it.”
jisung smiles—that mix of disbelief and anticipation that always shows up when he knows something’s about to go wrong… and still wants it anyway.
“and how?”
you lean in closer, enough to make him look up at you, closing the distance until it’s almost unbearable.
“by stopping the talking,” you murmur, your gaze dropping to his lips. “and doing something about it.”
the effect is immediate.
you see it in the way he blinks, how his expression falters for just a second before he pulls it back together. a low, disbelieving laugh slips out of him, like he’s trying to regain control he just lost for a moment.
“just like that?” he says, tilting his head. “you giving me orders now?”
“does it bother you?”
but you don’t wait for an answer. your hand is already at his neck again, firm, pulling him closer until your lips brush dangerously against his.
“doesn’t seem like it.”
jisung exhales a quiet laugh through his nose and swallows hard, but his grip tightens, less casual now. his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you in enough that you feel it, that there’s no space left between you that isn’t intentional.
“you’re playing dirty…”
“and i don’t see you stopping me.”
you watch him roll his eyes, that smile still there, and that’s enough to know you’ve got him exactly where you want him.
you tilt your head slightly, brushing your cheek against his, slow, deliberate, letting your lips pass just a little too close to his skin before moving up to his ear.
“then stop talking,” you whisper, feeling him shiver under your voice. “show me.”
and that’s it. that’s what breaks him.
you hear the low sound that slips out of him before he can stop it, almost a whine, and you feel it in the way his body reacts before he does.
his fingers slip under your shirt, brushing over the warm skin of your side. his eyes find yours, restless, a teasing smile pulling at his lips.
“don’t complain later,” he murmurs, turning his face just enough to invade your space.
the second between you is short, charged, electric. and then he leans in to seal it.
the kiss is direct, deep, like he’d been waiting for an excuse more than a moment. it catches you off guard for a second before you respond just as quickly, gripping him tighter, pulling him closer, leaving no space for doubt.
that’s all it takes.
he makes a muffled sound against your lips, his hands losing any pretense of casual as he pulls you in, grabbing your ass and settling you fully on top of him.
after that, there’s no pause. everything speeds up. messier, rougher, more intense. you barely pull away to breathe and he follows you immediately, not giving you that second, like pulling back isn’t an option.
“hey-” he starts, but his voice cuts off.
because you don’t let him think before you’re kissing him again, and this time there’s no hesitation, just response.
his hands move without care, finding you, holding you, while you do the same, pushing him back into the couch to deepen kisses that are turning wet, needy.
and then someone crashes into your back.
it pulls you apart just enough to look at each other. enough to notice your uneven breathing, your parted lips, that mix of laughter and something heavier, harder to ignore, hanging between you.
“this…,” jisung says, still too close, still a little gone.
“come with me.”
it’s not really a suggestion. you’re already pulling him, and jisung follows without resistance.
your hand finds his easily, fingers lacing together as you move through the crowd, bumping into people, laughing for no real reason, still carrying that same energy that hasn’t settled, just shifted.
“careful,” he says, laughing, but he doesn’t let go.
“you started it. deal with it.”
you make your way upstairs half stumbling, laughing at everything and nothing, the music fading behind you. the air shifts, the noise dulls, but the tension doesn’t.
you reach a random door, fumbling it open and pulling jisung inside while he laughs out loud.
and when the door closes, the party noise dulls into something distant, muffled, irrelevant. in here, it’s quiet, broken only by your still uneven breathing.
jisung doesn’t move. he stays a step away, looking at you like he’s only just now realizing where you are, like the silence gave him a second of clarity… or doubt.
it doesn’t last. it never does with you.
you push him against the door. not rough, but firm enough that there’s no space to question it. the dull thud barely echoes before you’re on him again, too close, taking up all the air he tries to breathe.
“you got quiet all of a sudden?” you murmur, tilting your head, your lips barely a breath from his.
jisung lets out a short, breathless laugh, still a mess, but his hands find you instantly, like they don’t know how to be anywhere else.
your hand comes back to his jaw, guiding him, making him look at you. you see it in the way he exhales, the way his eyes drop to your lips for a second before coming back up. darker now, less steady.
he kisses you with urgency, like that moment of doubt is gone for good, his hands pulling you closer, firm, needy, like getting back into it is all that matters.
and you don’t stop him, but you don’t let him take control either.
you keep him pinned there, guiding him without making it obvious, setting the pace in the way you move closer, the way you pull back just enough to make him follow, the way every breath he takes depends on your next move.
and jisung really tries to keep up, but it gets harder the moment your thigh slips between his legs, grinding against him.
you feel it in the way his breathing breaks first, the way his fingers tighten too much against your body, the way every time you pull back even a little, he chases you without thinking, like stopping isn’t an option.
your hands slide down from his neck, slow, certain. every touch intentional, every movement pushing him further off balance.
and he reacts to everything. not always with words, sometimes it’s just a low, half-held sound, or the way his head drops back against the door for a second, like he needs air, like he can’t decide whether to follow you or stop you.
your mouth brushes his skin, slow, deliberate, tracing a path that isn’t trying to be subtle. you feel him tense under you, his hands gripping without knowing where to settle.
and when you go back to his lips, it’s slow this time. no rush at first, just intention.
you set the rhythm, and jisung tries to follow, but he loses it again quickly, responding more on instinct than control, pulling you closer like it’s the only way not to fall behind.
his hands move again, this time not even trying to hold back, and you match him, keeping him right there, at that point where there’s no room left to question anything.
and that’s when the distance disappears completely.
at some point neither of you even notice, his jacket and shirt are gone. you only realize when your mouth stops meeting fabric and hits bare skin instead: warm, damp, way too reactive under your touch. you move down without rushing, but not gently either, leaving kisses that open, drag, turn into small sucks that make him tense beneath you.
jisung can’t stay still.
you feel it in the way he shifts constantly: one hand in your hair, tugging slightly, the other sliding down your waist to squeeze your ass with a need he’s not even trying to hide anymore. there’s no rhythm in him. just reaction and impulse.
and that pulls a smile from you against his skin.
you grab his neck and make him look at you, and when you kiss him again there’s nothing careful about it. it’s messy, wet, teeth knocking, breaths breaking, like neither of you wants to give up even a second. you’re not trying to make it pretty. just close. just more.
you step back without letting go and he follows without question, stumbling slightly until the edge of the bed stops him. you drop back onto it and let go just enough to look up at him.
he really is a mess. hair wrecked, lips swollen, chest rising too fast, skin marked by you, and that expression somewhere between disbelief and something much darker.
it only turns you on more.
jisung doesn’t hesitate this time. he’s back on you fast, messy hands pushing at your clothes, shoving them aside like they’re in the way more than they should be. he kisses you again, direct, wet, no real pauses, and he loses any control he had in the way he chases you.
your tongues meet, clash, search with no real coordination, mixed with small bites, stolen breaths, sounds neither of you bothers to hide.
jisung drops onto the bed, sitting, and you don’t waste the chance. you’re on him immediately, straddling him, looking down as you bite your lip, enjoying way too much how he looks under you, like you’ve got him without saying it.
his hands grab your ass instantly, squeezing hard, almost desperate, like he needs you closer than you already are. that’s all you need to start moving.
you start slow, rolling your hips over him, letting the contact build, the friction grow, teasing him just enough to push him over that edge he’s barely holding onto.
jisung can’t take it.
the first gasp slips out low, the second breaks. his hips react on their own, chasing you, lifting every time the movement hits right, and soon there’s no rhythm, just this messy need to keep up.
“mmmh- wait…” he tries, but there’s no order in his words.
he buries his face against your chest like he needs to hide or hold onto something and instead he finds you. his mouth moves without thinking: kisses, bites, messy marks that aren’t meant to be pretty. just real.
your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling every time it hits right, every time the friction sharpens. the heat builds too fast.
you feel it between your legs, wet, obvious, inevitable. jisung notices too when his hands slide to your thighs and squeeze, pulling a sound from you that you don’t bother to hide.
“no more games…” he pants against your mouth, voice broken, low. “shit… no- i don’t wanna wait…” he cuts off, breathing hard. “i wanna fuck you right here, right now.”
his voice keeps breaking into whines and moans he can’t hold back. you laugh against his lips, but there’s no real teasing in it. just heat. just urgency.
your hands go straight to his belt, undoing it without care. jisung follows clumsily, slower than he wants, but just as desperate.
you end up on the bed without remembering how. just that he’s under you and it feels so right.
his hands find your hips again like they never left, hissing softly when he feels how wet you are through the fabric. too direct, too real.
“you’re already this wet…?” he murmurs, trying to sound teasing.
the look you give him shuts him up instantly. he knows when to stop pushing before it burns him, and it’s already too late.
you free him slowly, just to watch him react, to feel the way his breathing shifts again. jisung cups your face, kissing you quick, needy, guiding your hand to him like he needs that extra contact to stay grounded.
but he’s already gone in you. you both are.
you settle over him, lining yourself up slowly, holding his gaze, keeping him there, aware of every second. and when you feel the tip push in, the sound slips out of you before you can stop it.
“ah- fuck…” his head falls back. “i need all of you, please…”
but you don’t go faster. you make him feel it, every inch. his hands dig into your hips, not to stop you, but to hold on. to stay steady in something that’s already too much.
and when you adjust, you started moving.
small circles at first, and jisung reacts instantly. his sounds climb, breaking when you change the pace, when you start moving up and down without any real pattern.
“no- like that…” he pants, voice cracking. “shit- i can’t…”
he can’t keep up. not when you’re wrapped around him like that, when your chest is right there against his face.
his hands leave you for a second, gripping the sheets like he needs something that isn’t you.
you’re not any better.
your sounds come out messy, mixed with short breaths, broken words. you lean into him, feeling every reaction under you.
jisung grabs you again, desperate, uncoordinated, trying to follow even when he clearly can’t.
you lean forward, changing the angle, searching. and when you find it, you both feel it at once. jisung loses it there, his hands shaking, his mouth back on your skin. messy kisses, soft bites with no care for gentleness.
you don’t even notice when he starts slapping your ass, uneven, trying to match your rhythm without really managing it.
“fuck… you’re so…” he can’t finish, whines cutting him off. “mmmh- i could fuck you like this all night…”
his voice is a mess. his thoughts too. and that just pushes you to go faster, deeper. you feel his body trembling, see the way he tenses every time you take him fully.
one of his hands moves down, finding your clit, pressing, rubbing just enough to make everything hit all at once. your sounds mix together wiith no filter, no pause.
the heat builds under your skin, in your stomach, fast, inevitable.
“i’m…” he pants, hissing. “i’m so close- please…” he whimpers, pouting.
you feel it in every messy, desperate movement, so you kiss him quick before dropping to his ear.
“do it,” you whisper without thinking. “come in me… i need it-”
and that’s all it takes.
his hands snap back to your hips, setting a real rhythm now, thrusting up to meet you, hitting that spot over and over until he breaks.
you feel him spill inside you, hot and deep. but it doesn’t stop him. he can’t stop, still fucking into you, still needing you there, needing you to came too.
“ji- shit… i’m- i’m gonna-”
you don’t get to finish. not with his hand playing with your chest and the other on your clit, working you so well.
you come on him, biting into his shoulder to muffle the sound, your whole body tightening. jisung moans under you, softer this time, deeper, feeling the way you clench, the way you pull him with you.
for a second, it really feels like he could come again just from that.
you stay collapsed on him, feeling your uneven breathing try to settle. his chest rises against yours, warm, damp, and for a moment there’s no rush to move, like you’re both too comfortable in the quiet you carved out.
jisung lets out a low sound when he pulls back just slightly, but his arms wrap around your waist right after, pulling you close again, like letting go completely isn’t an option yet.
you don’t say anything. you don’t need to.
you just stay there for a second longer, letting the heat settle, letting everything come down enough to laugh again.
because you know it’s coming. it always does.
you end up sliding next to him, slipping under the sheets with a soft sigh, turning your head to look at him. the smile comes easily, still heavy with everything that just happened, still a little dangerous.
jisung looks back at you, then laughs for real. soft at first, then it breaks into something bigger when his eyes drop to your neck. you follow his gaze, and when you get it, you raise a brow.
“no idea how you’re gonna explain that,” he says, nodding toward the marks. “good luck.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes, not even trying to cover them.
“tomorrow’s problem.”
“classic,” he murmurs, still smiling.
you shrug like it doesn’t matter and move closer to him without thinking. jisung responds just as easily, slipping an arm under you and pulling you into his side, like going back to this is the most natural thing in the world.
and everything feels normal again, almost ridiculously fast.
you stay there, leaning into him, listening to his breathing even out, until you recognize something.
on the other side of the wall, filtering through the noise, your favorite song starts playing.
your head lifts immediately and you look at him, excited. jisung’s already looking at you, smiling.
“no-” he starts, amused, like he’s trying to stop you.
“yes,” you cut him off instantly, pushing yourself up a little, a grin you’re not even trying to hide anymore. “you know we have to go.”
you look at him like it’s obvious. like the only ridiculous thing would be staying.
jisung sighs, but there’s no real resistance. just a low, resigned laugh as he runs a hand through his messy hair.
“you’re impossible.”
you lean in without thinking and press a quick kiss to his cheek, casual, like it’s nothing new. jisung makes an exaggerated face immediately, wiping it off with the back of his hand like you’ve deeply offended him.
“gross,” he says, smiling like he doesn’t mean it at all.
you laugh loud this time.
“five minutes ago you didn’t think that.”
and that’s it. no tension, no shift.
just the two of you and a theory that, clearly, worked way too well.
Your wedding was tomorrow but you'd let him convince you to hold off on sex for the week before the big day, and it was killing you. You'd never been hornier or more desperate in your life and no amount of porn or masturbation was helping.
You shrugged your white silk bridal robe on and tiptoed across the hall, knocking quietly so as not to wake up any of the wedding party who were likely asleep right next door.
Yunho opened his hotel room with his lips parted in confusion, but you slid in and shut the door behind you before he could say a word.
"Is everything okay?" he asked once he took in your disheveled hair and the robe hanging off your shoulder. "Oh no, you don't have cold feet, do you?" he fretted as he reached for you.
You shook your head and clutched your hands to his chest. Yunho sighed in relief, and you bit your lip as you pushed him back towards the bed. You needed him...now.
"(Y/N)..." Yunho began, but you'd already moved to straddle him and had taken his lower lip between your teeth. You could've cum right then when he moaned and gripped your ass.
"Need you," you breathed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began grinding against his waist. His breath became shaky as he tried to control himself, and you were sure he'd give in until he choked out, "We said we'd...w-wait."
"I can't wait," you rasped. You were already so worked up just from dry humping his cock and kissing him a little. Yunho always tasted and felt so good, so you shouldn't have been surprised that after a 6-day dry spell, you were basically a faucet.
Yunho suddenly flipped you beneath him and held your cheeks delicately while placing soft kisses on your lips. "I love you, baby. And I love how much you want me," he grinned. "But I still want to wait. It'll make it more special."
"I keep trying to get myself off, but it's not working," you confessed while reaching for his hand to trace. "Can't you just touch me a little?" you frowned as you tried to drag his long fingers towards your core.
Yunho paused in thought as he tried to figure out what to do, and you took the silence as an opportunity to drag your waist against his fingers, fucking them in slow strokes so he'd be enticed to give you more.
"Okay, okay," he conceded. "I'll be right back."
You sat up eagerly on your knees, eyes shining as he escaped with a hardened cock to the hall to get a condom as he'd not brought any with him so as not to be tempted...or so you assumed.
When Yunho came back with his best man, Mingi, you gasped before covering yourself with a blanket as your robe had very little underneath it. Mingi had clearly been asleep when Yunho awoke him since he was just wearing pajama bottoms low on his hips and his hair was astray. He yawned a sleepy smile and waved.
"Mingi can help," Yunho explained.
"Help? As in he has a condom we can use or..." you trailed off, unsure of what he was offering.
Yunho took your hands and sat beside you on the bed. "I need to wait, my love. I want tomorrow night to be special for us. But if you need to get off, Mingi's agreed to let you use him."
"You want me to..." you began off, heart thudding at the mere idea of giving in.
"I just want you to be happy and to sleep well tonight. Since I can't help you, Mingi will," Yunho answered with a kiss. You hummed and leaned into him as a heavier body sank into the bed behind you.
"You don't have to use him. It's just an idea," Yunho added.
"It's not a trick?" you asked as you looked between them. "You won't be mad if I need to cum?"
"Of course not," Yunho promised. "I'll even stay and watch in case you feel uncomfortable or in case you want to check in to make sure I'm not mad, but I promise, baby, I just want you to be happy tomorrow."
"You'll watch?" you asked with a cocked brow and a growing need between your legs. The idea of his eyes on you as another man touched you had you heated.
"Mhm," he replied as his knuckle tilted your chin to bring you in for another kiss. "I'll sit right there, and make sure you feel good," he promised.
You turned back to Mingi who was covering his mouth to yawn, and then back to Yunho who had the most comforting smile a girl could ask for. You quickly leaned into Yunho, with burnt cheeks, and whispered, "I put on lingerie for you."
He inhaled deeply and tugged on the little bow holding everything together. The robe slipped off your shoulders and he took you in while biting his lips and palming his cock. "God... you look so beautiful, baby."
You grinned and sat up a little more confident just as Yunho nodded to Mingi and stood. You watched as Yunho moved to sit in his chair before realizing that Mingi's hands were moving around you. He slid them down your thighs and up your stomach to your chest and back down again, all while Yunho watched.
"Isn't she pretty Mingi?" he asked.
"So pretty," he agreed, his voice deep and breathy from exhaustion. "I bet her tits would fit perfectly in my hand."
You nearly choked at his words, but Yunho answered before you could. "Go ahead and take her bra off then."
Mingi snapped it with ease and immediately squeezed your tits as he pulled you back against his chest. Your head fell back to his shoulder as your stomach began to squirm. He rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and kissed your neck until you moaned.
Your eyes fluttered open anxiously to see if Yunho was upset, but he simply cocked his brow and lowered his pants on his hips.
"You're looking better already, baby. Want to show him your pussy?" Yunho taunted. He looked so in control and dominating. You nodded with a dry mouth and got your panties halfway down your thighs before Mingi pushed you forward into a doggy position.
"Fuck she's soaked," Mingi groaned while staring down at your cunt.
You looked ahead at Yunho, nearly drooling when he pulled his dick out of his pants and began to stroke it. "Push a finger in her. She needs to be prepped."
Mingi listened and your head dropped to the mattress to whimper. You felt embarrassed by how easily you were turned on, and without prompting, Mingi added a second.
"She must've been trying to get herself off for a while," Mingi chuckled. "She's taking three already."
Your hair was tugged to force you to look up where Yunho was eyeing you with a dark lust you'd never seen before. Gone was the sweet man concerned about making tomorrow special. Now, all he cared about was getting you off tonight with his best man as his puppet. "She's always so needy for me, aren't you, baby?"
"Mhm," you answered through desperate tears. Mingi's fingers were doing nothing for you. Yunho's cock was right there and yet it felt so far out of reach.
"Mingi's gonna fuck you nice and good," Yunho promised. "But you're going to look at me, okay? You'll scream my name, got it?"
"Yes...yes sir," you stuttered eagerly. It wasn't often you called him that, but you guessed he'd enjoy having Mingi hear it.
Based on the prideful glimmer in his eyes, you were right.
"Is Mingi even hard?" you fretted. It wasn't like you'd done much to help him out.
"Of course he is," Yunho said. "How could anyone look at you the way you are now and not want to fuck you?"
You realized he was enjoying showing you off.
Mingi spanked you and tapped his cock against your cunt to warn you, and you sat up a bit straighter for him just before he sank in.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, eyes pinching shut as he filled your walls and forced you to stretch around him.
Mingi was buried deep inside only for a second before he thrashed out and back in, rocking the squeaky mattress beneath you.
"Eyes on me, baby," Yunho reminded you.
You struggled to gain the strength, but tilted your head just enough to see him fisting his cock.
"Look at you," he teased. "Getting fucked by my oldest friend the night before our wedding. Do you like being borrowed, baby?" he bit through gritted teeth. His cock looked painfully hard, and you wished he’d just let you taste it.
"Yunho," you whimpered, unable to tell if he was angry or into it.
"She loves being borrowed," Mingi grunted as he slammed in again. You were sure you'd be sore tomorrow and briefly imagined being carried down the aisle instead.
“Does he feel good?” Yunho asked again, his eyes fixed on your tits swinging with every thrust.
“So good,” you answered. “Wish he’d go harder.”
Yunho grinned a little that Mingi wasn’t fucking you as well as he did before demanding of you, “Beg him.”
“Harder?” you said in uncertainty.
“Again,” Yunho ordered.
“Mingi go…”
“Don’t call him that,” Yunho reminded you.
You blushed and arched your back more as you pleaded, “Harder Yunho.”
Mingi spanked you in response and picked up speed, aimlessly forcing his cock into your hole as you began to clench around it. Your whines were shrill and nothing could stop you from cumming.
You spilled onto Mingi’s cock just as he came with stuttering hips in a condom you didn’t even know he’d put on. Yunho stood and made his way over where he tilted your head back with a yank on your hair and tapped his cock on your tongue. You opened your mouth eagerly and were just about to suck him off when he came across your cheeks.
“Shit,” Mingi rasped as he watched and felt your pussy throb at the feeling of being covered in Yunho’s release. Yunho pulled up his sweatpants when he was done and Mingi pulled out to do the same. You dropped your forehead to the bed and breathed through the feeling of your cum slipping down your thighs.
Yunho walked Mingi out and came back to the bed with a towel to clean you up starting with your face and ending with your cunt. He kissed you sweetly once done and you curled into his chest with a happy hum.
“Are you satisfied now, baby?” he asked.
You yawned and let out a soft, “Mhm.”
He squeezed you tightly and kissed your forehead while covering you both with a blanket.
“Don’t you want me to go back to my room?” you asked. You made no effort to get up though as it felt so warm beside him.
“No,” he breathed. “I plan on spending the rest of my life with you…including tonight.”
content warning: partially deaf reader; soft smut; yunho is an EATER
Masterlist
Minors DNI🔞
word count: 2328
You were so eager to see Ateez on tour and felt so lucky to have gotten front-row seats. You were seat number 45…so quite a ways away from the action and performances, but there was a little strip of stage that extended farther out that you hoped they'd walk down.
It was searing hot outside, so much so that you felt even luckier that you had the barricade to lean on. You ran your handheld fan, blowing back your hair from your face while cheering them on when the first soundcheck song began.
You'd never seen a man hotter than any of the Ateez members. They smiled with so much charisma and had their own clothes on that told you a lot about their personalities. San, for example, was dressed in black pants and a black button-down shirt. He was dressed to be eye candy but also for work. Mingi was dressed in khakis and a ripped-up hoodie because, to him, the stage was his playground. And then Yunho, who you felt drawn to more than the others, was running around with so much energy that he felt like a literal puppy. He had on loose grey sweatpants and a white tank top that flowed as he danced. To protect him from the sun, he also wore a denim button-up jacket (though it kept slipping farther and farther down his arms with every move).
You couldn't stop staring at him...not even when Hongjoong came down the strip of stage towards you to dance and greet everyone. Not when the speaker blared Bouncy and the crowd grew more intense. And definitely not when he hopped off the stage to high-five everyone at barricade. You held your hand out with the biggest smile, and the split second he glided his fingers against yours lasted an eternity.
He set his mic on the stage to hop back up, and you watched in surprise at how easy he made a 5 foot ascend seem. He grazed his eyes across the stage, seemingly seeking out his mic that had rolled away from him. You tried to point it out, but you were too late. It hit the speaker.
The pop from the speaker's feedback sent you to the ground right away. You clutched your hands over your ears and cried out in pain. It felt like you were being stabbed straight down your ear canal. To add to it, there was an annoying ringing buzz that persistently tried to overshadow the echo of the mic and speaker recreating the popping sound back and forth.
You felt something warm in your ear and pulled your hand away briefly to find blood. Tears bit your eyes so you pinched them shut until everything went quiet...except the ringing. It wouldn't fucking stop.
You could feel the people closest to you rush the barricade, their chaotic stomps shaking the floor. Then, as if commanded, they parted, leaving you alone by your chair.
The ringing began to fade, so you opened your eyes to see if you needed to move, too, only to find Yunho crouched in front of you on the other side of the barricade, mouthing something you couldn't hear.
Fuck, you couldn't hear.
He looked so worried and guilty. His eyes were red as if he was about to cry, and he pointed at his ears and then shrugged as if trying to mime a question. "Can you hear?" he seemed to ask.
Your lip quivered nervously as you shook your head... "No."
He turned back to a few paramedics that had been called over and said something you couldn't make out before standing and reaching over the barricade to guide you up. You stood and leveraged yourself up as much as you could before swinging one leg over and then another.
Yunho put his hands on his waist to help you land safely, and though it sounded like he was underwater, in your left ear you could make out his croaked voice say, "I'm so fucking sorry."
Yunho walked you backstage and through some weird concrete tunnel until you reached an ambulance. The paramedics cleaned up the smear of blood on your cheek and looked inside your ear for any concerns.
"What's your name?" they asked, though it was muffled.
"(Y/N)," you answered. Your own voice seemed to hum in your head. It was strange and not necessarily unpleasant.
"How old are you (Y/N)?"
Yunho stood behind them with one hand on his hip and another on his chin as a tear fell down his cheek. Hongjoong walked up behind him and patted his back while speaking quietly to the EMTs. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but suddenly you were being guided into the ambulance with Yunho who was trying to join.
He and Hongjoong fought about it, something about letting down Atiny was said, but Yunho hopped in anyway and went with you to the hospital.
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Six months later
Your hearing had returned to normal in your left ear. It never came back in your right. Even so, Yunho liked to practice as if he could somehow reignite the little hairs in your ear that let you hear sound.
He placed an earbud in your good ear and turned on a bit of white noise while setting it to noise cancellation. He then placed his hand over your working ear and leaned in to the other side to whisper.
I bought a ring today.
You could feel his breath on your skin and the soft kiss on your cheek that he always gave you to let you know it was time to guess what was said. You had no idea, though, and sighed as you shook your head.
He took out the earbud to put it back in the case as you frowned. "I hate disappointing you," you told him, your heart heavy at the sight of him looking so unhappy.
Yunho turned with a pitiful look as he pulled you into his lap. You straddled him while wearing his boxers and the very same tank top he'd had on when you first saw him.
"You could never disappoint me, (Y/N)," he promised. "You should hate me for taking away half of your hearing, though. I usually pocket my mic for that exact reason, but I was being stupid and careless, and I just..."
You cut him off with a kiss. There was no sense in Yunho beating himself up about something you weren't even angry about. He kissed you back with soft, patient lips, and little hums that vibrated your mouth. He squeezed your hips and held you closer, pressing your chests together. When you pulled back, his eyes were still closed. His lips were a deeper red and even a little swollen and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
He looked so adorable like this.
"I am mad about one thing," you teased with shining eyes.
"Mmm, what's that?" he asked knowingly, already standing to carry you to bed.
"It's been a week since we've had sex," you frowned.
"I'm sorry I've been coming home so late, baby. My recordings for pretty much every song on the new album got deleted. It was a lot to redo."
You looped your arms around his neck just as he laid you down, forcing him to crawl over you. "I suppose I could forgive you for that, too, if you make up for it."
Yunho smirked and pulled off the boxers you were wearing. "I will."
You were pretty sure Yunho's favorite place in the entire world was between your legs. He could eat you out for hours and was often even louder than you. He would groan until you were shaking and suck your clit as you begged him to stop. He'd press your legs open and use his exceptionally long fingers to work you up from the inside.
You had a safe word, of course, but never used it. The pleasure he gave was insurmountable, and he never fucked you without feeling you cum on his tongue first.
His fingers dug into your thighs while his mouth worked. His nose teased your clit, sending your waist into the air. Each time he hummed in approval and dug himself deeper until you were backed against the headboard with nothing left to do but give in.
"Y-Yunho," you whimpered as you pinched the sheets and pillows around you. "T-Too good!"
"Mhm," Yunho moaned in approval looking deliciously drunk on the taste of your pussy.
Your body was at war with itself. Half of it never wanted the high to stop and the other half was so completely overstimulated that it wanted to put an end to it immediately. You whined again and slipped nearer to his mouth as you latched onto the back of his head and came on his tongue.
Your eyes fluttered as you finished and Yunho raised your hips to his mouth, letting your head fall back to the pillows. The tank top slid over your chest and he palmed your tits with one hand while holding your ass with the other. You couldn't stop shaking and panting.
He set you down gently before crawling over you and dragging your shirt up with his teeth. You removed it, since it was clear he wanted you to, and laid back down where he began sucking your tits.
"How come you're not naked too?" you asked breathlessly. He was so good at making you feel everything.
He pulled away with a smirk and pushed his pants and boxers down before kissing your neck and jaw. "You're so beautiful," he praised before kissing your good ear and then your lips. You smiled and pulled him closer, happy to be with someone so attentive.
I'm going to marry you one day, he said quietly against your bad ear...you didn't hear that, though, and just thought he'd left another kiss.
"Yunho," you complained. You were getting impatient with his perfect cock sitting against your thigh.
He looked down at you with a knowing grin. "I wish we'd met some other way," he murmured as he pecked your cheeks. "But I'm so lucky to have you," he breathed before sinking in.
He filled you in one thrust. Yunho stayed buried deep, but rolled his hips back and forth, letting you feel all of him. As usual, you couldn’t stop the shaky moans that left your lips.
He pressed his forehead to yours and pulled out before diving back in…always slow, and always deep. You gazed helplessly into his eyes, completely at his will whenever he made you feel so owned and limp. Your body was weakened by his kisses and cock…not that you minded.
Yunho bit his lip and traced his finger up your side and back down again, determined to touch you everywhere in any way he could. Suddenly, he paused his savory pace to kiss your collarbone.
“You have a new freckle,” he explained in a low voice. “And another. And another.” He pressed kisses to each one, rolling his hips as he did so to ensure you never went without friction. Your cunt was dripping from how worked up you were, but Yunho was content to be patient.
“And another,” he groaned against your neck. “I love all of you,” he moaned, thrusting in harder this time. “Including this freckle, too,” he hummed as he moved to kiss your right cheek. I’ve heard freckles mean you’ve been kissed by the sun. I’m sure I’ll end up with a thousand, because you’re my sun, pretty girl. You’re the light of my entire life.
He began rolling his thumb over your clit.
You gasped and held his shoulders while burying your face in his neck. He moved faster until the bed squeaked beneath you, until you were sure there was no better feeling in the entire world than making love with Yunho.
He held your hand when he felt your pussy begin to pulse, and he kissed your temple when the cries of his name became louder.
“Catch me,” you whimpered, voice shaking through every word.
“You can fall,” he breathed just as you fell apart beneath him. Yunho always came when you did as if he was purposefully holding out to make sure you came. He stroked your hair and held you against his chest as you pressed your free hand against his chest. The other was still being held down by him, and you squeezed your fingers around his.
Yunho kissed you once you were able to and laid down on the bed beside you to cup your cheek and pull your warm body against his.
“I love being in love with you,” you grinned. Everything about Yunho was so easy to fall for. His charm and wit…his genuine care for others…his empathy and silliness…you could list a million things and still end up with an infinite amount left to be named.
“I love being in love with you too,” he reciprocated through loving eyes that melted your heart. He was gliding his touch up and down your back, and you found your eyes beginning to close.
You yawned and felt a kiss press to your forehead as he tucked you beneath his chin. “I need to get clean,” you pouted while scooting closer. Your hands were pressed to his chest where you could feel the steady thudding of his heart.
“I’ve set an alarm for 30 minutes from now,” he assured you. “I’m not ready to let go of you yet,” he added.
“Then let’s make it an hour,” you suggested while pressing your lips to his heart.
content warning: absolute filth; male and female readers as indicated
Masterlist
Minors DNI🔞
word count: 1228
Question:
What is each member like in bed?
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🖤Bang Chan🖤
"You gonna ride me, baby?"
(female reader)
Bang Chan likes it spontaneously. He likes to pull you into his recliner and kick it back as he shoves your panties to the side before sinking you on his cock. He likes to watch you ride him while yanking down the top of your dress to watch your tits bounce. He finishes inside every time, and always holds you on his cock until you've milked every last drop.
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❤️Lee Know❤️
"You're such a good little slut, Hannie."
(with Han)
Lee Know likes to bend him over the bed. Han once complained that the tables hurt his waist and he can't have his little princess get hurt. He pulls down his jeans to reveal the toy he's kept in him for hours, and teases his needy hole before tossing it aside. He fills him right away with no workup, and massages his sides as he buries deep inside him, offering sweet praises that make him cum and spankings that make him whine.
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🧡Changbin🧡
"We can always stop if it's too much."
(female reader)
Changbin is the softest member of all. He enjoys cuddling you and letting you feel safe in his muscled arms. He likes to work you up by fingering you until you've come once or twice or even three times. He's always checking in and holds your hand when he finally does fill you with his cock. You're already shaking by then and he kisses you through it until you both come again and reach a high together.
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💛Hyunjin💛
"Be louder for me."
(male reader)
Hyunjin is exploratory. He'll try anything once and being tied to the bed as you gag and fuck him is just another Tuesday. He doesn't mind when your friend joins to play with his cock and can't help but cum when you're both moaning his name.
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💚Han💚
"I need you."
(with Lee Know)
Han enjoys being teased. He likes wearing toys that others don't know are there, and he likes it even more when Lee Know praises him for keeping them in. When he's fucked his mind turns off which he thoroughly enjoys, so he and Lee Know fuck a lot.
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💙Felix💙
"You're so tight, baby. Just relax for me."
(male reader)
Felix can only have sex with someone he's emotionally involved with. It takes 6 or 7 dates for him to work up the courage to invite you over. While in bed, he takes his time squeezing your body and massaging your muscles. He often oils up your back and grunts about how stiff you are before finally sliding in and giving you pleasure in new places.
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💜Seungmin💜
"I'm right where I want to be."
(anyone)
Seungmin is thoughtful. He remembers your favorite books and reads them to talk to you about them, and he keeps your favorite snacks in his fridge for when you spend the night. To him, intimacy is about more than sex...it's about showing up for your partner when they don't think anyone is listening...and fake wrestling so that he ends up pinned to the ground.
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🩷Jeongin🩷
"So fucking messy, aren't you?"
(anyone)
Jeongin loves to have you on your knees. He likes to thread his fingers through your hair and fuck your throat until you're drooling and teary-eyed. He likes it even more when he pulls out just as he cums and sprays his release all over your face.
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🖤Hongjoong🖤
"Use me, baby. I'm all yours."
(female reader)
If there's one place Hongjoong doesn't like being in charge, it's in bed. He loves it when you come home and take advantage of him while he’s asleep. He likes waking up to your pussy clenching around his cock or his fingers and your needy little whines on his lips. He's your personal fuck toy, and he couldn't be happier.
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❤️Seonghwa❤️
"It's so beautiful how quickly you submit to me."
(anyone)
Seonghwa thinks of sex as an art. He enjoys holding you hostage in his bed while tracing his fingers across your goosebump-covered skin. He uses ice to make you gasp and heat to make you hiss. There's so much trust between you, and when he finally does fuck you, it's a reward for how well you've done. He uses a vibrator to make it more intense and overstimulates you until you cry. When you finally come down, it's in his arms as he whispers praises and kisses away your tears.
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🧡Yunho🧡
"Scream again and it will be the last sound you make."
(anyone)
Yunho is so into roleplay that he forgets he's playing a part. The safe word is integral, and he especially enjoys dominating you with bindings and fake weapons. There's something so pretty about untouched skin next to a blade. You both cum hardest when the fear feels real...when you forget you aren't a victim and he forgets he's not a killer.
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💛Yeosang💛
“Someone might see.”
(anyone)
Yeosang isn’t good at taking control. His muscles are for looks rather than practicality. He enjoys being tossed around and forced to submit. He likes it even more when you take what you want from him in dark corners and alleys and in places where you almost get caught.
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💚San💚
“I can be whatever you want me to be.”
(with Wooyoung)
Everyone thinks that San is in charge, but he's notoriously submissive. His behavior is all a reaction to Wooyoung’s changing moods. When he's needy, San is clingy. When he's bratty, San is dominant and controlling. When he's soft, San is romantic. He gets off on pleasing Wooyoung no matter the part he's playing that day.
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💙Mingi💙
“Use me.”
(female reader)
Mingi is afraid of intimacy. He’s built himself up to be a sex god by rolling his hips on stage, and he’s constantly worried about performing poorly in bed. In most of his sexual endeavors now, he lets you ride him so you can control your pleasure. He wishes he could get out of his own head and just fuck for the fun of it…maybe someday he will. For now, he’ll rub your clit and call you pretty names until your head is spinning.
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💜Wooyoung💜
“You haven’t fucked me since this morning.”
(with San)
Wooyoung enjoys being soft almost as much as he enjoys being a brat. He loves how quickly San adapts to his needs and how they never go long without reminding the other how loved they are. Wooyoung didn’t intend to fall in love so early, but San is so easy to love and even easier to get into bed.
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🩷Jongho🩷
“Do you need me to remind you who owns you?”
(female reader)
Jongho is completely yours and you are completely his. He hides his skin during shows to make that clear, and is exceptionally controlling when he sees you in shoulder-less tops or backless dresses. He enjoys bending you over and reminding you who owns you. He enjoys making you apologize as he chokes you until you cum. He owns you in every way, and he never lets you forget it as you begin every day being filled by him.
Some people are so scared of planes that they find themselves gripping the seat during takeoff and reaching for the courtesy vomit bag to dispel their lunch and liquid courage.
Others find themselves nauseated at the mere thought of being in a cramped space. In their minds, the walls close in or the crowd surges and they're left gasping for breath.
You were scared of spiders.
Scared was perhaps too forgiving a word for the way you folded in on yourself at the sight of those little eight-legged monsters. Your fear became public knowledge in school one day when you walked in to find your biology teacher had put a sheet over a terrarium. The previous week he'd done the same thing to show the class a snake. You liked snakes...you liked the way they squirmed on the ground like a piece of limp spaghetti, so you took a seat at the front of the class, expecting another slithering serpent to be the topic of discussion.
Your professor, clad in his tweed coat and corduroy trousers, yanked back the sheet with a grin. He looked far too kind for a man in possession of the biggest spider you'd ever seen.
Your chest immediately felt tight and you stared ahead, frozen in fear that the spider would break out of its cage and crawl over to you. It wasn't even the bite that made you afraid...it was their creepy legs and numerous eyes. It was the way they spun translucent webs, making their homes impossible to spot.
"This is the Goliath Bird-Eating Tarantula," your professor informed the class. "They can grow to be a foot long," he added.
Everyone gasped in curiosity just as you slipped out of your desk and passed out on the floor.
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6 years later
You were on what could only be described as the literal worst date ever. It was meant to have been at a coffee shop with a guy you met through a friend of a friend at work. Not only had he popped into your office 15 minutes late to pick you up, but he'd also taken you to the coffee stand across the street.
The last place you wanted to go on a date in the summer was standing outside drinking burnt $2 coffee, but there you were. The man had yet to ask a single question about you and was yammering on about stock prices, which you found to be an incredibly dull topic.
As if some omen for the future of your date, a spider crawled by on the counter, and you closed your eyes as you squealed and spun around, falling right into the open arms of a complete stranger.
"If you didn't want to go on a date you could've just said so," he huffed as he stormed back towards the office building.
"Is it gone?" you panicked, knowing you'd eventually have to apologize to the guy you'd crashed into, but too afraid to worry about that now.
"Yeah he just left," he promised in a quiet voice.
"No...not the guy, the spider." Your voice was shaky and as terrified as it had been the first time you'd seen one. "It was on the counter by the napkin dispenser," you added, making sure he could identify whether it had truly disappeared.
"It's gone," he assured you.
Those two words made it so you could finally breathe again. You pulled away in relief as you released all the tension your body had been holding. The stranger was still holding your arms as if unafraid to let you stand on your own...you would've tried to pull back but you felt the support was necessary given how wobbly your legs were. "Are you okay?" he asked.
You nodded and took in the man who had protected you. He was tall and handsome with a kind face and softened, warm brown eyes that were watching you intently. He answered someone you hadn't even heard, telling them that they could cut in front of him, and his voice was deeper than you'd realized...almost raspy.
"I'm sorry I turned into you like that," you apologized. "I sort of lose all sense of social etiquette when I see one of those things."
"It's alright," he smiled in reassurance, letting one of your arms go as you seemed more steady now. "Everyone's scared of something."
It was the nicest response he could've given to you for invading his personal space.
"You were on a date?" he asked, having overheard your colleague's complaint before he stormed off.
"Umm, yeah. A first date actually," you answered.
"A first date and he took you here? It's like 100°F out," he gaped in surprise.
You simply shrugged, having grown used to the minuscule effort the opposite sex put into dates.
"Would you let me treat you to something instead? I know a great cafe down the street," he offered. "They have the best lavender lemonade, but if you'd like iced coffee they have that too!"
"You're...you're asking me out?" you questioned in shock. "After the way I just embarrassed myself?"
He smiled and flashed a dimple at you, "I didn't think it was embarrassing. I actually thought it was kind of cute."
Your cheeks burned at the compliment. You usually felt so much shame after an arachnid-inspired panic attack, but he made you feel so comfortable...so normal. "I'm (Y/N)," you told him as you extended your hand for him to shake. Before a date, it was important to know their name.
"Mingi," he answered as he took your hand to lead you to the cafe, misreading that you'd only meant for it to be a handshake. It didn't bother you, though. Even as your palms grew sweaty from the summer sun, it felt nice to be held by him. You felt safe. If ever a man looked like a certified spider stomper, it was him.
"Do you work around here too?" you asked. Surely there was a reason he was in line for a caffeine pick-me-up at 2 in the afternoon.
"Yeah," he blushed shyly. "I own the flower shop up the street."
"Which one? I get flowers every week at a place called..."
"Song Bird," you said at the same time.
You looked at each other with amused faces of surprise. "I've never seen you there before," you said. "I'm there nearly every Saturday."
"I don't work on the weekends," he informed you. "Perks of being the owner."
You couldn't believe that someone so seemingly perfect had been just out of reach for so long.
"We actually have a partnership with this cafe to give them some of our flowers that don't sell to turn into syrups and teas. I know you'd been planning to get coffee, but trust me when I say this is a lavender lemonade kind of day."
And you did. You did trust him given that he'd saved you from a spider when he thought he was saving you from a date. He did both with ease and grace. He ordered for the two of you and returned with two cups that looked child-sized in his massive hands.
"So...all I know about you so far is your name and that you're afraid of the bug that shall not be named," he grinned.
"And all I know about you is your name and occupation," you teased. "If I were helping you with a W2 we'd be off to a great start."
He laughed so much that his dimple showed again, and you sipped your drink to distract yourself from staring at it. The flavor was a perfect balance of bitter and sweet, and the ice made it so refreshing for the type of weather you were experiencing. "This is really good!" you told him as you sipped some more of it.
"I'm glad you like it," he said as he leaned forward and brushed his thumb across the corner of your mouth. You were shocked by the move and sat completely still as he sucked it dry and turned to you, not having realized the effect his touch had.
"Shit. Sorry. Sometimes I do stuff without thinking," he murmured shyly while staring down at the tiles on the table and nervously tracing his fingers through the grout.
You didn't want him to feel bad for something that had simply caught you off guard, so you placed your hands on his.
"Tell me something else about you," you encouraged.
When his eyes met yours, they were wary but gentle. In the same way that you weren't used to being comforted for your fears, he wasn't used to being accepted for his. It was clear he had anxiety around his quick comfortability around strangers...but that was exactly how he'd been able to help you so easily.
"I got really into flowers when I was younger because I had a pet frog," he began. His eyes lit up as he told the tale of Sir Hopsalot who turned out to be a Miss Hopsalot. She wasn't his pet really as much as she was a wild bullfrog that lived near the pond in his backyard. He liked to bring her flowers to decorate her home, and learned quickly that she liked some more than others based on what she discarded in the water.
He wasn't certain if it was the smell, taste, shape, or color that determined the appeal, but he did his best to learn her interests and accidentally became knowledgeable in florals.
You could imagine little Mingi with his plastic bucket walking around his neighborhood pulling bluebells and hydrangeas. You could picture him sitting by the pond and waiting for the frog to show up to present his offerings for the day.
"I think that's the cutest story I've ever heard," you told him, not having realized just how wide you'd been smiling the whole time. He had an effortless way of making you so happy.
"I think the cutest will be when we tell people how we met," he grinned shamelessly. His eyes sparkled as he raised and sank his straw into his drink, letting the ice glide along the glass.
You appreciated his confidence. Sure it was only a first date, and he was already talking about the future, but it was attractive to have a guy who knew what he wanted.
"Can we change the spider to something a little less pathetic? Like maybe you saved me from a feral pigeon or something," you joked.
"Nobody would believe that," he said quietly, suddenly looking a little vulnerable as he looked around to see if anyone could overhear his confession.
lol i just did the math and between the 4 chapters on my long form wattpad story (click HERE to read - san x reader fated mates) and my 4 one shots, i have written 20k words this wk lol
I am also only 30k words away from my goal of writing 1 million words of one shots by june!
Changbin could remember the very first time he saw you.
He'd just walked into the kitchen after the first half of dance rehearsal to grab a quick snack from the fridge, and there you were...sitting politely with a small cup of coffee and a red dress on.
He was sure his heart stopped the moment you looked up at him, standing right away as if you'd accidentally been rude. When you bowed, your dress slipped down, and he was fortunate that he remembered to avert his eyes to be respectful.
"JYP said I'm going to be joining the staff," you told him proudly.
"W-Welcome to the team," Changbin stuttered, captivated by the soft blush on your cheeks.
You looked a little nervous to be meeting an idol, so he tried to make small talk. "Is this your first time?" he asked.
"First time?" you repeated as you nervously fidgeted with the scalloped hem on your cardigan's sleeve.
Fuck he was stupid. He hadn't meant to imply you were a virgin or new to talking to men or new to working at an agency. "Have you met many idols before?"
"Oh!" you laughed a little upon realizing what he'd meant. "I've worked a few events before, but I've never met..." You stopped talking and blinked a few times as if uncertain how to finish your sentence.
"Never met anyone from Stray Kids?" he guessed.
You bit your lip and shook your head. Changbin wished he could brush that same lip with his finger or taste it with his tongue. "I met Felix at an event last year," you explained. "I just...wow...I'm bad at talking today, sorry," you stammered shyly.
It was endearing how nervous you were and so fucking cute. Changbin stuck his hand out with a warm smile, "I'm Changbin."
"(Y/N)," you answered as you took his hand. Neither of you shook. You both stood in the kitchen, holding hands for the entirety of the 15-minute break Lee Know had allotted.
"Changbin! Snack time is over," Seungmin joked.
Changbin hesitantly let go of your hand, but reached for it again to guide you down the hall as if he couldn't allow himself to be separated from you. "Come on."
You followed, trusting him implicitly, and let him lead you to the room where the guys and the rest of the staff were working. He let go of your hand once in front of everyone, and you tried not to let it get to you...he was probably just trying to be professional.
"Everyone, we have a new employee starting today. Her name is (Y/N), and I'd love it if we could give her a warm welcome!" he encouraged as he began the applause.
The guys all came up one by one to greet you, but the staff was snickering behind their hands to eager ears. You were about to say hi to them anyways, hoping that if you played nicely they would too, but JYP suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"(Y/N)," he called.
You turned suddenly and began walking towards him, wondering if you'd made a mistake by joining the staff without his implicit permission. Instead of scolding you for that, he held up your coffee cup. "Staff are required to pick up after themselves. I'm sure it was just nerves today, but don't let it happen again. Understood?"
"Yes sir," you promised as you bowed and took the cup to clean.
"That's my fault Mr. Park," Changbin began but JYP held up his palm to halt his excuses.
"She has to learn Changbin, and she won't learn if you lie for her."
You gave him a grateful glance for attempting to help but began walking to the kitchen to correct the mistake.
"Why are we surprised a pig is turning the kitchen into a pigsty?" a staff member giggled.
Changbin glared at them and rushed after you amidst their oinking sounds and one obnoxious moo. Your eyes stung as you washed and rewashed the cup, trying to get a grip on yourself before returning to rehearsal.
Changbin suddenly appeared beside you and turned the water off. "They say the same things about me," he murmured. "Please don't listen to them.”
The comfort made you crash and the tears fell faster than you could suck them back. Changbin frowned and wiped your cheeks, wishing there was something he could do to make things better.
"You're beautiful, okay?" he assured you. "Please don't listen."
You sniffed and choked out the words, "I've been made fun of my whole life...just never...never in front of..." you sobbed while struggling to get out the last word.
"Never in front of idols?" he guessed.
He was wrong. A staff had mocked you in front of Soobin before, too.
"Never in front of someone I like," you confessed while staring at him with the widest most vulnerable eyes.
"Felix?" he guessed, heart thudding and hoping he was wrong.
He was.
You shook your head and stepped closer wanting to melt against him, but you then realized that you had a contract to uphold. You pulled back, swallowing worriedly, "I can't get fired."
"You won't," he promised as he fell into you, sending his lips against yours as his hands settled on your voluptuous hips. He couldn't stop himself from moaning, and you gasped in surprise at the sound, your body growing warm. You looped your hands around his neck, wishing that the moment would never end...wishing that you could freeze time and live in this minute forever.
"Changbin!" Seungmin called from down the hall, breaking the idea of a timeless kiss.
Changbin pulled back and moved to cradle your face gently. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed and let your body go limp under his generous touch. "Give me a few minutes," he shouted to Seungmin.
"But Lee Know..." he fought as he rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen. "Oh!" he said in surprise when he found Changbin holding you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.
"Go away, Seungmin," Changbin demanded without even turning around. He was still swiping stray tears from your cheeks and staring at your lips that he now knew tasted of strawberry.
"Yes sir," he joked before retreating down the hall.
You couldn't help but feel nervous that you'd caused so much drama in your first hour of work. "I don't want to get you in trouble," you whispered to him, though you made no attempts to pull away. It felt really nice to be held by him.
"I won't," he promised as he left a constellation of kisses on your jaw and lips. "Besides, I wanted you to feel better."
"Is that all this was?" you fretted, voice shaking and stomach in knots at the thought of it being a pity kiss.
"No," he vowed.
You breathed a sigh of relief and reached for one of his hands to hold. "I just thought that when you let go of my hand earlier..."
"Changbin!" Lee Know screamed this time. When he raised his voice, it was serious.
"Let's try this again," he offered as he squeezed your hand. He held it all the way to the rehearsal space and even kissed your knuckles after guiding you to your chair.
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Changbin remembered the first time he told you he loved you.
The guys had thought it would be fun for their staff to be in the back of their music video as fans rushing them at the airport and security personnel. Everyone was being fitted for their outfits but everything you were given was standard-sized and didn't fit.
"I'm sorry," you apologized to the costume designer when you had to have her return a seventh wardrobe option. "Maybe I shouldn't be in it..." you frowned and slouched onto the bench in your dressing room.
"Why shouldn't you?" Changbin asked. "Because a few pairs of pants didn’t fit? So what? There are plenty of wardrobe pieces I've literally torn trying to put on," he assured you. "Why don't you just wear something of yours?"
"Can I...can I do that?" you wondered, not having realized it was an option.
"Of course you can, baby. I'll go talk to the designer for you," he said before heading out.
You felt more confident already as you slipped on your favorite work pants that you'd happened to wear that day and a blue blouse Changbin had complimented every time you wore it. You were slipping on your belt when you overheard a conversation in the dressing room over.
"Nothing even fits her," someone laughed.
"I'm surprised she even fit in the room," someone else joked.
"Maybe they can sew a few pairs of pants together," a third voice teased.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering what was so wrong with your body that they couldn't just leave you alone. You knew you were a little bigger, but why was it anyone else's business? Why did they feel like it was their job to pass judgment on your size?
"I forgot how much I love that shirt on you," Changbin grinned when he entered. You were too distracted to hear him until he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
"What did they say?" he asked quietly. You only zoned out like this when they made fun of you. He'd tried to have the ones responsible for the bullying fired but apparently, their uncles were investors or some bullshit like that so JYP was bound to keep them onboard.
"Nothing," you lied as you sucked in a shaky breath and turned around to face him.
"You don't have to be strong for me, (Y/N). I want to be there for you," he muttered as he fixed the strap of your top that had slipped off your shoulder.
His touch was so soft that it made everything they'd said irrelevant. They didn't matter…so it shouldn't matter what they think.
"How many extras do you think she needs? As if large isn't big enough on its own?" they laughed. They weren't even trying to be quiet which was the worst part of it. They knew it didn't matter how much they hurt you. They were untouchable.
Changbin kissed your cheek and was out the door before you could stop him. He banged on their dressing room, and they squealed in surprise as they opened it.
"Oh, it's just Changbin," they sighed.
That pissed him off further. "I may not be able to get you three fired, but I can give you the shittiest jobs we have. I'll make sure you're in charge of emptying the bus's toilet tanks. Then, you can do our laundry with all of our sweaty post-show clothes. And after that’s done, you can take out the trash at all of our dorms...even Han's."
They gulped uneasily, waiting for him to say it was a joke or that it was just a threat. They whispered apologies in the hopes that it would help but then he called the staff manager over. "Take them out of the music video," he ordered.
"But Changbin!" they all complained at once.
"And make sure they clean out our bus's tanks. I heard Hyunjin had food poisoning."
They all pouted and cried as they headed outside for the literally shitty job ahead. Changbin apologized on their behalf when he came back to your room, looking so grief-stricken that he couldn’t do more.
"I've never had anybody stand up for me like that before," you admired in a breathy voice. You couldn't believe what you'd just seen.
"You deserve so much better than having to work with them. I promise that when I find a way to fire them, I will. Or maybe I can find a way to promote you so that you don't have to be around them as much. It's bullshit that they treat you like that."
"You said they treated you like that too?" you asked, your heart hurting at the idea of Changbin having to deal with it alone. At least you had him.
"Yeah," he sighed as he sat on the bench. “But I learned to ignore it.”
"You deserve better, too," you told him, eyes soft and honest. He meant everything to you. "You deserve to have whatever you want in this world."
"All I want is you," Changbin breathed as he reached for you to pull you to straddle him. His hands squeezed your thick thighs and then your bum playfully just to hear you yelp.
"All I want is you," you repeated in a hum as you trailed kisses up his neck.
"God I love you," he rasped as he rolled his head back to make room for you to kiss him more.
You leaned away in shock, unsure that you'd heard him right. "You love me?"
Changbin had felt it since the first time he saw you, but he hadn't meant to confess it so soon. Still, the words were out there now, and it felt like a disservice to you to take them back when they were true. "I do," he promised.
Your entire face lit up as if you'd never heard anything better. You kissed him harder and ran your hands down his muscled chest until you couldn't breathe from the lack of oxygen. Changbin was waiting expectantly for you to speak first, and when you did, his heart soared.
"I love you more."
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He knew you were everything he wanted the very moment he laid his eyes on you.
And now, three months later, there you were...standing in his doorway in your new lingerie and biting your finger as a pink blush crept across your cheeks. He was in bed, bare-chested, with his hands over his eyes as you'd demanded of him.
"Is it okay?" you asked. You'd told him you'd never worn fancy lingerie before, so he let you use his card to go shopping while he was in rehearsal. He'd planned this evening so carefully, and you'd both decided it would be the night you finally had sex.
With permission, he opened his eyes, and you watched in anticipation as his jaw fell open and his eyes grew wide. He nearly fell back to the bed as he stared at you, eyes trailing from the short navy skirt with pink roses on the trim to the matching bustier.
"God you're so beautiful," he groaned at the sight, his body already alert and ready for you. If you didn’t know better, you’d wonder if he was one of those cartoon men with hearts pumping out of their eyes.
"So you like it?" you checked again as you took a step closer, already feeling more confident.
"Fuck yes. I love it," he grinned before yanking you into his lap.
You giggled and kissed his neck, pressing needy kisses to your favorite part of him. Changbin often let you mark him there, despite JYP scolding him for having hickies. He never knew who they came from, and he always lied and said Felix since JYP wouldn't get angry at them for fan service.
"Changbin," you moaned in a desperate voice when you felt his cock press against you.
"Fuck you sound so pretty," he rasped, already just as needy as you.
He flipped you beneath him and rolled his hips forward, his clothed tip aligned perfectly with your clothed clit.
"You look so sexy that I almost don't want to take it off," he hummed as he sat back to examine you. He grazed your chest and waist and palmed what he could before sliding his finger along the waist of your panties. "Almost..." he repeated before dragging them down.
With everyone else you’d slept with, you felt shy, but with Changbin you were eager for him to explore you. His eyes flashed adoringly at you as he took in the parts he'd never seen before.
He started with one finger, sliding up and down your slit, then another circling your clit. "Binnie," you begged, desperate to feel him inside you.
He leaned in for a kiss and pressed his fingers in. Two scissored your cunt open, preparing you to take Changbin's thick cock. Two worked you up in a way that you'd never felt before.
You squeezed his bicep and squirmed beneath him as a weird tingling feeling began in your stomach and worked its way down.
You kept whining and shaking until your legs tightened around Changbin's hand. He licked your bottom lip and nibbled it to make you even louder.
"You can be as loud as you want in here," he muttered. "My home is so far away from everything."
"It's hard," you confessed. "It’s hard to be loud."
Changbin added a third finger and curled them, watching your face contort in pleasure. "You don't have to think when I'm here, my love. The only thing I'm judging is whether or not you're enjoying it," he vowed.
"I am," you breathed, body seconds away from spilling.
Changbin smirked and cocked his brow before demanding you to, "Prove it."
So you didn't hold back...
You gasped and trembled as you released. Muscles that you didn't even know existed spasmed and Changbin kissed you through it all while working to undo your bra. "I want to see all of you," he hummed as he threw it to the ground.
He palmed your chest that was bigger and saggier than you would've liked, and cursed when he felt your nipples harden. You always responded so well to his touch.
"Do you still want me?" he asked as he reached down to undress his cock.
"Mhm," you hummed, still a little dazed.
"Can you open your eyes for me, baby?"
You listened and fluttered them to gaze at his worried face. You must've looked more out of it than you felt because he only calmed down when you lifted a weak limb to cup his cheek. "Please," you begged.
Changbin sucked in an eager breath and aligned his member with your cunt. He pressed his forehead to yours and gazed into your eyes as he filled you with his thick and lengthy cock.
You felt so full, and you bit your lip to quiet the cries. "Don't think," he whispered as he kissed the tip of your nose. "Be loud."
He pulled out and snapped in again, shaking your entire body beneath him. "You feel like fucking heaven," he groaned.
Sex had always been a check box for you...something you did in relationships because it was expected after a certain amount of time. Sex with Changbin was completely different.
He kissed you and doted on you. He wasn't afraid to hold parts of you that were bigger than most, and wasn't ashamed of how sexy he found you. It was almost a relief when he was loud because it validated that none of this was in your control or his...
Your bodies were made for each other.
"Harder," you begged, as you squeezed his bicep and gripped his back.
Changbin huffed and rammed into you animalistically. He was on a mission to please you and nothing could stop him.
You couldn't hold back now if you wanted to. You whined against his lips and cried his name until his pace weakened. He was close and you could sense that as he twitched whenever he sank in.
"Cum for me, baby," he pleaded. "Need to feel you."
He kissed your chest and sucked your nipple, looking up through his lashes to watch you give in. You clenched around his cock and unleashed all you had left just as he did the same. Changbin stuttered against you and pressed open-mouthed kisses across your skin, nibbling where he saw fit.
You laughed breathlessly once the initial shock wore off, smiling at him and feeling happier than anyone had ever been.
"What?" he asked with a chuckle, adoring the sound of your happiness.
"Is sex always like that for you?" you asked. You'd never felt so connected to someone before.
"Never," he promised as he pulled out and dropped to the bed beside you.
"Is it stupid to say you're the best I've ever had?" you wondered, finding the phrase cheesy and insufficient in expressing your feelings.
"No," he grinned. "Because you're my best too," he promised as he pulled you in for a kiss.
Hi, I wasn’t too sure if your requests were open but after reading your last Hongjoong story I had to try.
This thought could go with any member of Ateez or stray kids, essentially what if staff was bullying the plus sized stylist but she was super quiet and shy and didn’t want to stir up issues. Member finds out and becomes extremely protective/possessive. Can be established or non established relationship Kinda like Honey Lemon Soda if you’ve ever seen it. Anyways, I love your writing and I hope you have a great day!
content warning: fluff; parent Seungmin who's so cute you'll wanna go out and get pregnant but don't do that bc irl men cannot compare
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"Good morning Mr. Poopy Pants," you sang to Theo who was standing in his crib and grinning at you. He bounced his legs happily and tossed away his pacifier which you knew meant he was hungry.
"Mama's just gotta change your diaper and then we can eat okay?" you promised as you picked him up. He was so curious and looked out to watch everything you strode past until you reached the changing table. He reached more than once for the books Seungmin read to him at bedtime, and you kissed his flushed cheek just because he was such a good toddler.
You laid him down and, as always, he immediately began to cry. He hated the changing table...he hated the cold wipes and the cold air on his sensitive skin.
"I know," you pouted as you undid his onesie. It was a necessary evil.
Sobs erupted from his little chest as his face turned bright red. You tried your best to hurry, but he hated every second of it.
"I'm sorry little love. Mommy is going as fast as she can," you informed him as you tossed away the old diaper to place down the new one. You and Seungmin had tried so many ways to make this easier for him. You'd attached mobiles overhead and had given him toys. You tried while feeding him juice and with both of you there to entertain him, but your little love simply hated being cold.
You buttoned up the onesie as quickly as you could and held him close to your chest so he could relax again. He choked back a few cries and used his tiny fist to grip your shirt so you wouldn't set him back down again.
You rubbed his back and kissed his temple, hating that he was forced to start every day in such a horrible way. "It's all better now," you hummed as you rocked him from side to side.
Theo sucked on his thumb and nuzzled against your neck, his favorite place to be when he was upset. It was shocking to think that he used to be such a daddy's boy.
"I wanna eat strawbewwies," he sighed, sounding so incredibly devastated that it made the request laughable.
"I think Daddy just got some for you," you answered as you carried him to the kitchen. He was more than capable of walking by himself but you liked to hold him after he cried.
You placed him in his high chair and fastened him in before ruffling his hair and checking the fridge for berries. You yelped in surprise when you felt a sharp spank on your ass, and you whipped around with a laugh to find Seungmin with Adeline on his hip.
"Our kids are going to start hitting their friends if you keep that up," you teased as you leaned against him, craning your neck for a kiss.
"It was Adeline, I swear," he teased before pressing his lips to yours. You could've stayed like that forever, pressed against him in your own little corner of perfection, but Theo began banging on his highchair tray and demanding his breakfast.
"Good morning little love," Seungmin greeted as he turned to Theo. He waved with an unimpressed scowl. It was taking him a while to get used to the fact that he wasn't an only child anymore.
"I went to the store with Adeline yesterday, and she was so excited to get you your favorite strawberries," Seungmin told him.
Adeline couldn't say a single word much less one with three syllables, but Theo didn't know that. He softened his expression a little, though he kept his arms crossed defensively. "Really?" he asked, unsure whether to believe she liked him.
"Oh of course!" Seungmin said. "She loves you so much, Theo. Don't you Adeline?" he asked. She wrapped her finger around Seungmin's pinky and drooled a little.
Theo was unamused but let out a conceding, "Thanks."
Seungmin smiled and kissed his cheek as he settled into the chair beside him. He'd already made a bottle that he'd left to cool while changing Adeline and reached for it just as you set a plate of cut strawberries and eggs in front of Theo.
He palmed nearly eight at a time, and you sat beside Seungmin to watch him feed Adeline. He was so natural with the kids.
You eventually leaned into him and felt him press a kiss to your forehead. "It's a big day today," you breathed. "Are you ready for it?"
Seungmin brushed Adeline's cheek as she ate and looked over at Theo who had moved onto the eggs. "Yeah," he answered, sounding more certain than he had just a few months ago. "I'm ready."
"I just don't want you to regret anything," you frowned. Seungmin was so sure about his decision, but you were more hesitant. He'd worked so hard to get to where he was and it didn't feel right for him to throw it away.
"I'll still be a singer, (Y/N). I'll just be on my own now," he smiled softly just as Adeline finished her bottle. He tossed a towel over his shoulder and held her against his chest while tapping her back.
"I know,” you sighed. “Your voice is just so special. Like who could possibly take over Cover Me," you wondered. It was such a strong emotional piece, and his voice made the most sense for it. Seungmin sang with his heart rather than his mind.
"Han," he answered. "Really, baby, the group will be fine, and this will let me have more time at home with the kids. Besides," he began in a quieter voice, "it's been weird with Chan ever since he found out Theo was mine."
"I'm sorry," you frowned, blaming yourself for his career being turned upside down. After all, if you'd never called him over that night, there would be no baby to start a fight over. You couldn’t bring yourself to regret it though…Theo was perfect, and so was Seungmin.
"It's not your fault," he sighed. "It's nobody's fault. Things worked out this way so we could have Theo and Adeline, and so we could be together. I wouldn't change any of it,” he promised, his words echoing your thoughts.
You couldn’t believe how lucky you’d gotten. Seungmin was everything you ever imagined a perfect husband to be. Adeline spit up and he pulled her to his other shoulder so she wouldn’t nuzzle into the throw-up. She was getting stronger and raised her head off his chest to lean into his nose. She gave it a wet kiss and giggled when she pulled away.
“You love your Dada?” you cooed as you tickled her side.
“Dada loves you too, princess,” he muttered. Her eyes were so scrunched and happy when she laid against him. Seungmin held her close and got up to toss the spit-up rag into the washing machine.
Theo had finished eating so you took the time to wipe his face before freeing him from his high chair. He hopped down excitedly and sprinted off to his room to pick his clothes for the day.
“Theo!” you called. “We’re going to see the Uncles sing today so pick a concert shirt!”
“Okay, Mommy!” he shouted back. His concert clothes were kept in a drawer with a label that had photos of the members on it. It made it easier for him to know what outfits to choose from.
You cleaned off his tray and followed him to his room where he’d pulled out nearly every piece of clothing. This was a common occurrence in the morning and you planned to show him how to fold his clothes back up once he was a little more coordinated.
“I wanna wear this!” he said as he held up the angry skzoo leebit shirt.
“You want to wear Uncle Lee Know’s?” you asked. You’d hoped he would pick one of Seungmin’s merch shirts.
“Oh…no,” he frowned as he dug through the pile again. “Mommy, help me find Uncle I.N.”
You laughed at his insistence to always support I.N. Nearly every concert he brought his FoxI.Ny. You managed to pick it out of the pile and began folding the others as he dressed in the day’s outfit. You gave him a pair of shorts to tug on as well.
“Mommy,” he shivered once fully clothed. “I cold.”
You opened his closet and handed him one of Seungmin’s puppy-m sweatshirts and helped him put it on. He was instantly better and took off to show Seungmin when you heard a knock at the door.
“Coming!” you called, only to walk in the hall to find Theo already standing at the open front door.
“Theo!” you gasped. “You are not supposed to open that. What if it had been a bad guy?”
“Uncle Chan!” he smiled and threw his arms around his legs.
Chan was a little stiff, but eventually reached down to pick him up. It wasn’t Theo’s fault that everything had gotten so fucked up. “How are you little man?” he asked.
“I wear I.N. shirt!” he grinned proudly and pulled up his sweatshirt to show it off.
“So cool!” Chan gasped. “Would you mind if I talk to your Mommy and Daddy for a minute?”
“Okay!” he permitted as he squirmed down and took off to his room to play.
“Who was at the door?” Seungmin asked, walking in with Adeline who was now dressed in a Stray Kids onesie with all of their skzoo as babies. “Oh! Hey,” Seungmin greeted awkwardly.
Chan hadn’t visited the house more than two times in the last year. For him to stop by without warning was strange, even more of a shock given that tonight was meant to be their first concert without Seungmin.
“I need to talk to both of you,” he said, motioning for them to sit on their own couch. The leader gene in him never let up, even in circumstances when it wasn’t his house.
“Is everything okay?” you questioned.
“No,” he sighed as he ran his hands through his hair anxiously. “I can’t let you quit.”
Seungmin bounced Adeline on his leg who smiled and reached for his cheek, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
“I don’t need your permission,” Seungmin answered. “I want to spend more time with my wife and kids.”
“Then spend more time with them. We can stop doing so many comebacks. We can do shorter tours. But don’t quit,” he begged.
“Chan,” Seungmin sighed. “I’ve already quit. You guys have already learned new choreo and dispersed my solos. What’s the big deal?”
“Changbin is getting married,” Chan began. “Felix is taking on more modeling gigs. Hyunjin has an art gallery offering to display his pieces. Everyone is getting busier and the group needs to slow down anyway. I…I fell in love,” he finally confessed. “And I won’t be able to spend as much time writing and producing because we’re adopting, and I refuse to make the same mistakes I made when Theo was a baby.”
“Congratulations,” you interjected. Chan hadn’t opened up to you in so long, but you were so incredibly happy for him. Selfishly, you also hoped it would heal some of the weirdness with him and Seungmin now that he’d found someone else to have a family with.
“Thank you,” he smiled, eyes shining as he spoke of her. “We’ve been friends for a while but everything just suddenly clicked.”
“Lily?” you asked.
A prideful blush coated his cheeks when he nodded.
“I’m happy for you, Chan. Truly,” Seungmin began. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I need to be with my kids. Unless you have an outline of just how much things will change…”
Chan pulled out his phone and handed it to Seungmin. You took Adeline so he could review everything and stood to bounce her. Chan had only met her once and seemed in awe of how much she’d grown.
“This is like, a quarter of the hours,” Seungmin said in surprise. “JYP approved this?”
“JYP needs us whether we’re working one hour a week or 50,” Chan explained. “We make so much money for him that he doesn’t really have a choice.”
“Can I talk to (Y/N) alone?” he asked.
Chan nodded and stepped away to go play with Theo. Adeline immediately reached for Seungmin once you sat down again and you exchanged her for the phone to swipe through Chan’s idea.
“This is…really different,” you muttered. There would be just one tour a year with half the number of cities. One festival. One Korean comeback and one Japanese comeback…
“What do you think?” he asked. He was anxiously holding Adeline against him like a stress toy and she squeezed her fists around his fingers as if sensing his nerves.
“I didn’t want you to quit in the first place,” you confessed. “Of course, I love it when you’re here, but I know how much the group and your music mean to you. If you can keep doing it without giving up mornings with them and with so little travel…”
“I’m just worried that it’s only an ideal schedule, and that when he gets into it, he’ll go back to the old ways of overworking everyone,” he said in a low voice. “Chan’s never been able to sit still. You know that.”
You shrugged. “Then you’ll quit again. I think it’s worth a shot though. I just want you to be happy, Minnie.”
Seungmin paused as he considered it, his eyes softening when he turned to you. “I should’ve asked earlier…but are you okay?” he breathed as he cupped your cheek. “It couldn’t have been easy hearing that he loves someone else…”
The jealousy and sadness he expected you to feel had never even crossed your mind. “Seungmin,” you began as you placed your hand on his. “I don’t feel anything for him anymore. It’s only you. I love you.”
He suddenly leaned forward and kissed you, holding you there as if you were a life force that kept him grounded to the Earth…as if you were gravity itself. You hummed and contemplated the idea of a third kid when a strangled cough interrupted you.
“Mommy and Daddy kiss a lot,” Theo complained.
Chan was holding him and had given him a wolfchan to play with. Theo made wolfchan kiss Chan and you watched as he stared in disbelief at him.
“You his Daddy,” he explained.
Chan held Theo a little closer and hugged him before asking, “So…did you decide?”
Seungmin turned and you gave him an encouraging nod before watching as he stood and held his hand out to Chan…a simple gesture of peace. “Coworkers again?”
Chan shook his head, but still shook his hand, “Brothers.”
Your heart felt so full as you took in the image in front of you. Chan with Theo and Seungmin with Adeline…finally friends again after all this time.
“Han’s going to be pissed when you take my solos back from him,” Seungmin joked.
“Nah,” Chan chuckled. “He’ll be thrilled. He couldn’t remember all of it.”
Seungmin laughed, and you finally joined the group as one hand settled on Seungmin’s chest and his hand snaked around your waist. “If you’re performing tonight, you probably need to leave to get ready,” you reminded him.
Chan handed Theo to you. “Take the night off. We’ll say you were sick or something.”
“But STAY…” Seungmin trailed before Chan cut him off.
“…Almost lost you for good. They can deal for a night. Come backstage before the show, though. I promised Theo we’d play a trick on I.N.”
“A trick?” you turned to Theo who giggled behind his hands, “We take his M&M’s.”
“And replace them with…” Chan led so Theo could throw his hands in the air excitedly and scream, “Skittles!”
“You’re going to be such a silly boy, huh?” you teased as you tickled him. He laughed and smiled so wide that nobody could look away.
You hadn’t even noticed Adeline had fallen asleep until Chan suggested, “I guess I should get going so she can nap.”
You turned and your heart melted when you saw how adorable she was cuddled against Seungmin’s chest. “Bye Uncle Chan!” Theo shouted despite Chan only being a couple of steps away.
Everyone paused to see if she’d wake up from the sudden noise, but she simply stirred and dug herself closer.
“Bye little man,” Chan whispered as he held his hand out for a high five. “I’ll see you later.”
Theo smacked him and squirmed free to shut the door once he left.
He ran off to his room to play some more and you turned to Seungmin, feeling happier than you had in a while now that all of the tension from the last two years was gone.
“How do you feel?” you asked, noticing that he was looking at you in that adoring way that sent tingles down your spine.
“I…” he began, but his phone buzzed in his pocket and cut him off. “It’s Han,” he informed you before putting it on speaker. “What’s up?” Seungmin asked.
“You’re back in the group?” he checked, sounding uncertain.
“Yeah, I just talked to Chan and…”
“Thank fuck!” he exclaimed. “I can’t even remember my own lines let alone both of ours! Never scare me like that again,” he scolded.
You laughed and took Adeline, so he could talk to him, smiling as you stepped away when Han told him, “We need you man. You make us better. And you save us hours of studio time since you get everything perfect on one take,” he laughed.
Adeline’s eyes fluttered open when she realized Seungmin wasn’t holding her. You hummed Stray Kids to her to help her settle and set her down in her crib where the Skzoo mobile continued the song.
She drifted off to sleep right away, and you headed back to Seungmin to mirror Han’s praise. Seungmin was needed here too…he made the house a home…and he made your heart so full you wondered if it was possible to have love run over.
