ATEEZ x Reader, mafia au, polyamory, bdsm themes, sub space, daddy and master kink, group sex, member x member
A fairy tale. A dark, twisted and exciting fairy tale. That is the only way to describe your life. You never meant for it to happen but when charming eyes lingered on you and sweet voices laced with sin whispered in your ear, how could you not fall deeply in love? You stand on a pedestal, royal among men and your eight kings worship the ground you walk on. They were cruel and unholy but whenever you step into the room they become obsessed with tending to you with love and devotion.
three to a seat
@yeonlymine
Yeosang x Reader x Seonghwa, threesome, drinking, idol au, Reader is Yeosang’s girlfriend, public sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism
"Sorry-yy," you said, not sorry at all. Your hands found his chest, god his chest is fucking divine, sliding up to loop around his neck. "But I need to get you home. Like, now."
Yeosang's eyes dropped to where your dress opened. His blonde hair was still messy from your fingers earlier on the dance floor, and his face was flushed from alcohol, from the heat, from you.
"Yeah? That urgent?"
"You know I wanna jump your bones like 24/7." You pressed closer, feeling the way your nipples hardened, knowing he could feel it too through his shirt. "Been thinking bout’ it all night."
His hand slid lower, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh through the slit. "Babe, you're gonna kill me before we even get there."
LUSTING FOR MORE
@stxrrywoo
Hongjoong x Reader x Yeosang x Wooyoung, foursome, Reader is Hongjoong’s girlfriend, dom/sub dynamics, passing out, voyeurism, exhibitionism, member x member
after spending more and more time with your boyfriend's best friends you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like it you all were together... however, hongjoong being as observant as he is talked to wooyoung and yeosang about sharing you for a day and possibly expand things further…
Desire | the conclusion
@sorryimananti-romantic
Yunho x Reader x Hongjoong, royalty au, threesome, member x member, arranged marriage, reference to ot8
A few months had passed since your marriage. It took you a while to find a balance in your relationship, and the princes were incredibly helpful and understanding. They demanded almost nothing from you, taking everything at your own pace. You slept with Yunho mostly since he was the more familiar person in your relationship.
It was Hongjoong that made you as excited as a little girl.
It really was a different kind of fire with him. At first, just being with him felt like you were committing a sin– you were married to Yunho, yet you were in Hongjoong’s arms, submitting to him, letting him kiss you in places that he shouldn’t have been allowed to touch you.
Perhaps, it was the forbidden nature of your relationship that made you feel so differently, or just the fact that this was… Hongjoong.
hypnotic
@belongjoong
Seonghwa x Reader x Yunho, threesome, virgin Reader, bdsm themes, alcohol consumption, sex club, breeding kink
the club was never really somewhere you thought you’d ever go. or even want to go for that matter. especially not a sex club.
after years and years of trying to find the right guy to lose your virginity to, it began to feel hopeless. so what better way to do it than with someone who is a borderline professional? a no strings attached, one and done situation. that’s all it’s going to be. just to relieve your sexual frustration for the night, and never go back.
Dinner and a Show
@potatomountain
Hongjoong x Reader x Seonghwa, free use, implied ATEEZ x Reader, public, dom/sub themes, orgasm control, implied member x member
two of your eight "boyfriends" decide to see how long they can edge you before the other six notice while out to dinner.
Pulling Strings
@fandomwritesstuff
Mingi x Reader x Yunho x Wooyoung, foursome, Reader is Mingi’s girlfriend, future polyamory, sharing, mutual pining, double penetration
Sometimes while dating Mingi it felt as though you had a second boyfriend that neither of you fully acknowledged, his best friend, Yunho. The tension between the three of you builds until even Wooyoung senses it. Wooyoung wants to help push the three of you together and maybe get some fun out of the deal.
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𝐎𝐓𝟖 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲
★── Spit Take : Frat Boys Au [M/A/F]
↳ Coming soon
𝐎𝐭𝟖 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
Coming soon
𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠
★── солдат : Marvel Crossover Au [A/M]
↳ 【Summary】: Hongjoong was your brother's enemy and an enemy of the state, but yet you can't help but melt when his ice-cold metal hand touches you in just the right places.
𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚
★ ── Sweetheart : College Frat Au [M] ♥ ★
↳ 【Summary】: ATZ was the place to be. Everyone either wanted to be in the fraternity or be with one of the members... And this push and pull you had seemingly fallen into with one of the brooding frat boys was making you dizzy. Your neck quickly aching from whiplash over the constant what ifs and maybes... Oh... Oh wait, it was just the dark bruising hickies *he* left that were the ache and the overflow of alcohol that made you dizzy... Whoops.
★── Pretty Pirate : Siren Au [A/S/TH]
↳ 【Summary】: Pretty Pirate goes messing with things she shouldn't.
𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨
Coming soon
𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠
★── Adrenaline : Mob Boss Au [M/A]
↳ 【Summary】: You were a runaway. Trying to find salvation. To find freedom... but all you ended up being was trapped in yet another cage.
★── My Heart Is With The Sea : Pirate Au [M/A]
↳ 【Summary】: Your sweet pirate just wanted to give you a parting gift before his next big adventure. One you wouldn't forget for months to come.
★── Play Fair : Gamer Au [M/F]
↳ 【Summary】: You were Bestfriend. You loved one another so much to the point that you hated each other. Well, at least video games and help you let off steam... among other things.
𝐒𝐚𝐧
★── Not So Harmless Pt.2 : Werewolf Au [M/F/A/S]
↳ 【Summary】: The Plant was a lot more potent than you and San thought and only one thing was gonna ease the ache shivering through your whole body.
★── Red, Hot And Wet : Desperate Bf [M]
↳ 【Summary】: Sannie just needs his pretty girlfriend... Desperately.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢
★── Roles Reversed : Sub Bf Au [M/F/C]
↳ 【Summary】: Mingi has always been a curious person...
𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠
★── Shhh : Frat Boy Au [M]
↳ 【Summary】: Keep Quiet. Don't make a sound and certainly don't let anyone know you were there
★── Desperate : Frat Boy Au [M/F]
↳ 【Summary】: Wooyoung was a simple man. Get high and call his girlfriend begging for some skin... It was a simple horny life but it was his.
𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨
★── Fuck Around And Find Out : BBF Au [M]
↳ 【Summary】: You've been dancing around one another for months... But the real question is... which one of you is gonna break first.
【Summary】: ATZ was the place to be. Everyone either wanted to be in the fraternity or be with one of the members... And this push and pull you had seemingly fallen into with one of the brooding frat boys was making you dizzy. Your neck quickly aching from whiplash over the constant what ifs and maybes... Oh... Oh wait, it was just the dark bruising hickies *he* left that were the ache and the overflow of alcohol that made you dizzy... Whoops.
『Word count』: 9.17k
-> Genre: College Au. Angst. Smut.
[Warnings]: Swearing. Insecurities. Reader likes to belittle herself a lot. So many pet names. Flirt San. Lowkey hinting at some ot8 activities if you catch my drift. Marking, biting, possessiveness. Dirty talking. Name calling (slut). Making out. Inappropriate use of the top of a beer bottle... Oral, crying, slapping. Kinda of lying and manipulation but who's really looking at that...! Protected sex cause we might be freaky but we are safe here... For now. whoops unprotected sex, breeding and coming inside. i lied we weren't safe. we into freaky stuff. Seonghwa is a mean dom in this one. Squirting... Lots of cum oops. Sorry, not sorry. Teehee.
Note: Welcome to my contribution to the amazing Live Alive Collab, hosted by none other than the beautiful @sungbeam ♥ Being my first ever collab I've been super nervous and wanting this fic to be perfect!!! So I hope you all like it hehe.
Also a Big thank you to @xomakara for making my banner here. She is so talented ♥ And make sure to check out everyones fics in this event!! Love you all darlings. Enjoy. (Also there will possible be a part two maybe with the other members but I wanted to keep the event fic just for Seonghwa. teehee)
It wasn’t always like this. Harsh thoughts, even harsher stares. Whispers of curiosity and sly disgust. Questioning how you had a in that most girls would be fighting tooth and nail for.
There were moments, mostly when you were young, when life was simple, peaceful even. But now, as you ran through the crowded halls, no club, no place, no status to help you, you slowly started to come to a sense of acceptance that you were going to be invisible forever… a bookworm amongst the elite.
“Come on, one night.” You groan as you hear your best friend since childhood, Jongho, grumble through your phone. You were currently lying on your comforter, textbook after textbook scattering across the tops of your desk and bed. As you prep for… well, nothing really. Exams are over for the season. ‘I’m just getting prepared for next term,' you’d say, more to yourself than your friend… 'Can't be too ready…' Okay, now you were pushing it…
“Come on, it’ll be fun. The guys love having you around… No overly loud party. Just us all celebrating the end of exam week.” Jongho’s buttery voice made your insides turn. ‘Love having you around' the words replied in your head a thousand times. They probably only “like” you because they have to put up with you for Jongho's sake.
You hated how right your thoughts sounded right. You hated how you fell for their sirened words every time.
“Fine.” You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t win a fight with your teddy bear of a friend.
“Yes! Also…” His voice vibrated your ringing ears. “Seonghwa got you something.”
“Seong—” Your voice cuts off into a choking fit, saliva betraying you as you try to breathe. “H-hwa.. got..why would he..—Shit can't talk now. I'm about to go on, I'll see you later.”
And just like that, his goodbye was quicker than his hello, and you were stuck in the silence once more. Only this time you were stuck with the looming thoughts, Why did Seonghwa get you something and more importantly… You thought he hated you.
The walk over to the frat house was long and cold. The campus felt like a ghost town now that everyone had cleared out from the game earlier. The last play of the season, with some of the boys from ATZ frat house coming out on top. You've only ever been to one. When Jongho finally convinced you to show up for it to cheer him, Mingi, and Yunho on. But that soon led to you being cornered behind the bleachers by a group of popular girls that were determined to know how you were so close to all the ATZ boys.
How you… could possibly have anything they don't. They were all drop-dead gorgeous, tall with long thin legs, and had perfect faces that matched their perfect styles. They were the object of everyone's desire. People either wanted to be them or be with them… except you. You were nothing.
You didn't wear heavy, flawless makeup. You didn't wear tightly formed clothes. You weren't the it girl or the talented cheerleader… You were just… you.
The sidewalks that are normally filled to the brim with caffeinated, no-sleep, most likely on some sort of medication students were now mere echoes of your footsteps right up until the scuffs of your boots at the base of the frat house steps. You stared at the door for what felt like an eternity, questioning if you should just ditch and go back to the safety of your dorm surrounded by text books and fantasy novels…at least they wouldn’t judge you.
“You gonna stay out here all night, sweetheart. Or are you gonna come in.” The deep, almost sultry voice catches you off guard. It was only when you refocused your eyes that you noticed San leaning against the small porch fence with a lit cigarette in hand. His eyes were piercing and his smile subtle—being here for performing arts and a modeling/Image consultant program—he most certainly fits his major. "Well, are you?”
Heat flushed as you realised you had been staring at him for a little too long for your liking. “Y-yes. I’m coming.” … His smirk grew intensely.
Wrong choice of words idiot.
You huffed out a breath before walking straight for the front door, leaving Mr Perv outside to tend to his smoke. Upon walking in, you took in the strong stench of weed and liqour.. The gathering, as Jongho put it, must have started early. "Aye, there's the sweetest sweetheart!!" Mingi hollers from the couch as you rounded the corner.
“Hey.” You whisper out, holding your sides while your arms stay firmly crossed together.
“You need a drink. Let me get you a drink!” Mingi tries to sit up, but he stumbles, already half drunk. Hearing a crash, both Yeosang and Wooyoung come rushing out of the adjoining kitchen, one firmly holding a pot lid while the other holds a spoon.
"What's the damage?” Wooyoung shouted, thinking something was broken… Again. You couldn't help but crack a smile, watching the boys fumble and flail to get Mingi back on the couch.
“Only Mingi’s pride…” A smooth, roaring presence shifted behind you. His voice almost as dark as his slight smile. You knew it was him before you saw him. Shifting your head slowly, your gaze drags up, long elegant legs draped with loose black sweats, matching compression-T on the slickest waist before landing on piercing eyes. Eyes that made you hot. Eyes that made you go mad.
“H-hi Hwa.” You mentally cringe at yourself for using the nickname you always hear the boys use. It wasn’t something you called him. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Seonghwa seemed to notice your uncomfortability instantly, his pupils expanding at the idea of watching you squirm. So like normal Hwa fashion, he digs for more.
"Hey, Sweetheart.” That nickname... One that all the boys adopted for you and one you’ve grown accustomed to hearing. But when it slipped from Seonghwa’s lips, it was different. You knew it was because he wanted something. He only used it when he wanted something. He would rather use your name than slip into the sweetness of a pet name, and last time he called you that, you spent hours after helping him study. Or the time before that, you went with him to the library because he didn't want to go alone. As he put it. He knew he made you melt and he knew he could get anything he wanted if that one little innocent name slipped off his tongue.
“Y-you have something for me?” You hesitated while the taller man's eyes studied you. Only for a moment, never long enough to warrant warning. But just enough to have you redder than Wooyoung’s freshly dyed hair.
He leant down slowly, his lips barely scraping your ear. “Come with me.”
And just like that he was off, heading towards the staircase. You quickly followed behind, noting each door you passed. Yunho’s and Mingi's shared room, Jongho’s and Yeosang's…a bathroom. San and woos… He stops suddenly, almost making you bump into his broad back. You couldn't help but let out a quiet yelp, making Seonghwa turn his head slightly over his shoulder. "S-sorry..."
Your murmur was not unheard by Seonghwa, but he didn’t respond, instead, he smirked to himself slyly before slipping into the room he stopped abruptly at. You followed suit, trying to rub off the embarrassment off your face, but before you could shed away the redness, it only grew darker as your eyes landed upon the perfectly made grey bed in the centre of the small but cosy bedroom…
Seonghwa’s bedroom.
You’ve never been in his room before, heck, you were well aware of how much he hated others in here. Always saying others would make it messy. And from the last time San came into it, having his way with ruining the cosy sheets, Seonghwa officially made it clear that no one goes into his room unless he permits it.
"So... What was…” Before you could finish your sentence, Seonghwa quickly opens and closes a jewellery box that sat nicely tucked away on his desk. The voice made you silence yourself as you watched him turn around to finally fully face you.
“The guys and I have been wanting to get you a gift.” He rubs the soft velvet bag between his fingers while his eyes never left yours. “Something to show our appreciation. And we… Well, I came up with the idea to get you this.”
He pulled out a thin necklace with an unfamiliar-looking symbol hanging off it. The pendant was dark red, the gems in it gleaming in the small orange lighting of Seonghwa’s bedroom… it almost looked like a compass?
“It would mean a lot if you wore this.” You've never heard Hwa sound so soft before. His natural brooding nature always made him sound cold to everyone other than his brothers. But now, in his moment, he sounded like liquid sin. Honey mixing with all roses. He held the necklace, silently asking if he could put it on for you.
Of course, you listened. You always listened if Seonghwa asked. Holding your hair up, you turned around, giving Seonghwa access to your neck. His long arms wrapped around you as he unclasped the necklace, letting it lie coolly on your collarbone.
“I knew you'd say yes.” Seonghwa's voice was a whisper now, the feeling of his hot breath against your neck making you shiver. You had no idea how long you stood like that, just feeling him closely behind you. But when a booming voice echoed from downstairs, you knew it was probably a little too long for comfort.
“Dinner’s ready!” San’s shout cut through the quiet. You turned to face Seonghwa, and of course, his expression was anything but readable. Unlike yours, which you were sure was covered in pink, with wide eyes and a shallow breath.
“I—LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!” Mingi’s enthusiastic bellow cuts off your words before you could even speak them. A wave of sound crashing against the moment you and Seonghwa were experiencing.
Seonghwa stepped aside, gesturing towards the door. “Go on. I'll be down soon.”
You walked past him for the door, taking in the lingering scent of his cologne. A mixture of sweet vanilla, coffee and something faintly spicy. He smelled intoxicating. But you shook your thoughts, heading for the stairs, your fingers naturally gravitated towards the foreign object around your neck, feeling the cool metal settled snuggly against your collarbone.
I knew you’d like it.
His soft words played on loop in your head. The way he stood closer, the way you swore you could hear his heart beat quicken along with your own. The words swirled in your mind, a deciphering puzzle you couldn’t quite place. Yet, a warmth bloomed in your chest, a quiet satisfaction that the boys had thought of you, that Seonghwa had thought of you and felt the need to give you a gift personally… Maybe he wasn’t such a brooding bad boy like everyone lets out to be.
The night unfolded in a blur of loud chatter, liquor and food everywhere and a rhythmic thump of music that sits in your chest like it was born to be there. This wasn’t an average frat party by any means, there wasn’t a crowd of drunk people, minus Mingi, and an overwhelming amount of mistakes being made that many people would either regret or not remember by the morning. No, tonight was… intimate, filled with board games, competitive video games and casual conversations ending in bursts of laughter.
It almost felt domestic in a way.
Having Hongjoong lean against you, shoulder to shoulder on the couples' couch. Or helping Yeosang and Wooyoung finish up dinner before serving it to the hungry beasts known as your friends. The initial awkwardness melted away from this morning, having been replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. You’d never admit it, but Jongho was right.
“Alright, who’s ready for a real game?” Wooyoung’s voice sliced through the relaxed atmosphere, a mischievous glint in his foxy eyes. He held up a strange, circular board, adorned with colourful squares and cryptic symbols. You couldn't help but tilt your head in confusion. “Truth, Dare, or Strike.”
“What's strike?” The thought slipped from your tongue before you could think. And oh how the smile only grew wider on Wooyoung’s face as he picked up the dice.
“So, you roll,” he explained devilishly. “Move your piece. Land on truth or dare, you pick a card from each pile.” He gestured to the purple and green stacks, letting you watch as Yunho and Yeosang shuffle them. “But if you land on strike…” He taps the board, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.
“You pick a black card…” Seonghwa’s voice made you jump as you turned slightly to see him and Hongjoong come back from the kitchen after clearing the table. His voice was buttery and suggestive, sending shivers down your spine. But before you could loom with any unnecessary thoughts, Jongho picked up the dice and rolled, letting the game finally begin.
Jongho landed on truth, admitting he had a secret drawer of sex toys that the card had suggested. San, on a dare, did a surprisingly and gracefully tame handstand... Most cards you found weren’t all ‘bad’ or ‘raunchy’ but more classical truths and dares. Well, what would you even class as basic truth or dare? You don’t know. But Mingi was the first to pull a strike card, having to make out with the person next to him. Yunho to be exact… which he did a little too eagerly. You squirmed when you watched the two giants fight for whose tongue went in whose mouth… it shouldn’t have been that erotic, watching your two friends go at it… But…
“Your turn.” Jongho nudged you a little, making you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as you looked next to you, god you were staring, and you didn’t notice. You felt yourself grow pinker than Hongjoong’s pretty drink as you gulped.
“I uh… Let me just refill my drink. I’ll be right back.” You stood a little too quickly and fled to the kitchen a little too promptly, but you didn’t think too far as you slipped away from prying eyes. Once in the kitchen, you spotted San leaning against the counter, nursing a glass of something dark as he waited for something in the microwave. You ignored him at first, looking in the fridge for something stronger than your normal stuff. Just something to take off the edge, you know, something a little more…
“Having fun?” San’s voice was a deep whisper that you only barely heard over the music that still played in the empty lounge room on the forgotten TV.
“Uh yeah.. Yeah I’m having fun..” Your eyes never left the shelves in front of you, looking at all the rows of liquor.
“More than you expected, hmm?” San poured something into a glass before walking over to the fridge, his chest grazing your back slightly. This made you stiffen as he moved you aside, reaching for the freezer door and opening it. Neither of you spoke for a moment. Just simply watched as the man dropped a few ice cubes into the crimson drink. “Here.”
You took the drink in hand, ignoring San’s knowing look. How he was able to read people's minds still beats you. But nonetheless, you took it. “Don't tell Jongho. But yes, he was right.”
The sly smirk on San’s features beamed as he took a sip of his own drink. His eyes never left yours as he watched you take a gulp of your own, noticing you grimace slightly at the strong taste. “What the actual fuck is this?!”
"Damn, sweetheart, didn't think you'd react like that.” San laughed, a full belly laugh. It was deep in his throat as he covered his mouth with his hand. “You wanted something stronger, right? Doesn't mean it'll taste better.”
“Fuck me.” You choked, looking for some water in the fridge to wash it down. But San stopped you, reaching for a pink bottle of alcohol, he wiggled it in your face. “What now?”
Your groan made San's smile grow as his eyebrow cocked. His head tilting to the side slightly like a cat, “Shot this, and if you do…” he leant down to your ear, his lips grazing your lobe, “I'll tell you a very important secret.”
Your interest suddenly peaked as you eyed the bottle. “One shot?"
“Just one.” He clarified.
You thought for a moment, watching his dark expression twist with a hint of something you couldn't quite pick out. “Hmmm… Deal.” Nodding your head, you eyed him as he grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet. This was gonna be interesting…
While San is perfectly distracting you, Hongjoong, on the other hand—with a devilish smile playing on his lips—swiftly flicked through the cards on the table in front of him. Yunho and Jongho joined him as Yun grabbed the truth and Jong the dare pile. Their fingers were nimble and quick, shuffling all the piles, replacing a few at the top with very specific cards. Hongjoong exchanged a knowing glance with Seonghwa, a silent understanding passing between them. The boy's plan was simple really… They had this idea for months now, long night discussions and other nights filled with a little more heated activities led to all the men here wanting one thing…
You.
It was only going to be a little push, a nudge even, that’s all they needed. Just to see if you'd actually break. See if you were on the same level as all of them. To see if you truly would be theirs. "Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Wooyoung’s voice was cheeky as he gazed at the cards Yunho and Jongho picked. The boys knew where you were standing on the board, you'd most likely land on Dare or Strike with your roll. But just in case you roll a really low number, Yunho took the liberty to look for a perfect truth card.
All three men were quick at finding what they wanted before placing the decks back as if they were never touched. Ironically, this was just as you finally walked back into the dining room, the clinking of your cup against the glass bowl filled with popcorn announcing your presence. San was close behind, and his stare was caught quickly by the two older men. Hongjoong nodded slightly, not enough for you to notice but enough for San to know the plan was going perfectly.
You sat down next to Seonghwa, not noticing he swapped spots with Jongho. Picking up the dice, you note the almost complete silence, like there was anticipation in the air for what you might roll. “Are you all holding your breath, or has the alcohol finally hit me?” You tried to give a little cheek, but you could have sworn all the boys were darker, more… predatory than normal…
“We are just curious what you might land on, sweetheart.” Mingi suddenly sounded way too sober for your liking. Your hand didn’t stop the shaking motion as your eyes narrowed at Mingi, but you chose to let the dice fly despite the odd feeling brewing in your stomach. They tumbled across the board, clattering to a stop…
"Six," Jongho casually announced, his expression never changing. But there was something, like the room let out the breath she thought it was holding, and as her little pawn landed on the square, she swore she heard a groan.
“Dare…”
A collective gasp—as if they didn’t just plan all this—quickly followed by a chorus of excited chatters filled the room. But your stomach only lurched, suddenly nervous at what the card might suggest. And if it was anything like the previous two cards… you were most likely done for. Reaching for the pile, your fingers trembled slightly. The card felt too cool, too smooth, too… heavy. You flipped it over away from prying eyes.
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull when you saw the card. “Nope. Absolutely not. I am not doing that.”
The group chuckled, half of them saying it can't be that bad while the others were curious what the card said. Jongho took the card from you, and what he read made his ears turn red. “Strip in front of the crowd.”
“Oh fuck yeah.” Mingi couldn’t help but hiccup out. Making your face deepen in the crimson that already pained it.
“No! I’m not getting naked!” You huffed with a slight twang of laughter. You loved your boys, yes. But getting bare in front of eight very hot men was not on your list tonight.
“Alright. You can pass, Sweetheart.” The crowd went quiet as Hongjoong spoke. “But that means you gotta pick up two strike cards this time.” It was like Hongjong's prayers had been answered, given he put the more... Harsher cards on top of the strike pile.
You go to grab the two cards, but the orange-haired male stops you. “But once you take these two, you can't undo it. You’ll have to do these cards.”
For a moment you questioned if getting naked in front of the boys for a moment was better than what these two cards could entail… but after another breath left your lungs, you knew you were willing to risk it. “I’m good.”
Picking up both cards, you stared at them. And in bold, stark letters it read. “Spit take and…Seven minutes in hell.” Your breath hitched.
A sly murmur bubbled under Wooyoung's breath as he whispered out, "Oh, these ones..”
Yeosang had to kick his foot slightly to get him to shut up. Luckily your shaky sigh covered up the young man's words, making him go unnoticed by you. You already knew what the first card was asking you, and that required you to roll to see how many people would participate. But it was the second card that had you more intrigued… “Go to a secluded room with the person to your left. And for seven minutes, they can do whatever they want to you.” with a little note on the corner, a smiley face with a speech bubble that says ‘remember consent is key’... as if that was the problem at hand right now.
Your shaky gaze suddenly snapped to Seonghwa, seeing him seated calmly beside you. And even though his expression was unreadable… His eyes were a different story. They were intense, dark and as they met your own, you noticed the lust dripping from them. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, almost like a silent promise. And in that moment, you knew. This man, with his quiet intensity and unsettling charm, was about to completely ruin you.
“Roll.” Was all Seonghwa said as he stood, picking up his beer to take a swing of it as he walked to the archway of the dining room. You froze for a moment, not really registering what was going on. It wasn’t until Jongho’s soft, warm hand squeezed your thigh that you finally focused your eyes and looked around the room.
“You okay?” His voice was whispered, but you simply nodded your head, standing up abruptly before snatching the dice off the table.
“I’m good.” You gave your best friend a smile before rolling the red dice, letting them skate across the table, but as they came to a halt, the numbers they landed on were almost too good to be true.
Five and three….
Everything passed like a blur as Seonghwa extended his hand out for you to take. You didn’t even hear the hollers and chants from the other men as your fingers intertwined with Hwa’s soft ones. San had whispered something into the older man’s ear as he passed, and you vaguely heard Jongho say they’ll do the rest of your challenge when you come back…
But all you could think about right now was how you let Seonghwa pull you through the house. Your legs felt strangely heavy as he guided you towards the studio just opposite the kitchen and dining room. He stepped inside first, holding the door open so you could slip in besides him. The soft lamplight cast his features in shadow, making him appear even more mysterious in the reddish, purplish lighting. The studio wasn’t small by any means, supporting a large desk, couch and even a mini fridge. Hongjoong spent most of his time here, the others rarely entertaining themselves with all the electronics that Hongjoong had set up meticulously. But now the room was going to be used for something other than soundboard production. It was going to be used for something far more… erotic.
You hesitated at the threshold, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you… anticipation, a hint of nervousness, and a strange, undeniable thrill of what-ifs and maybes. What could the Park Seonghwa possibly do in seven minutes?
“Come on,” he urged, his voice a low invitation. “Time starts now...”
You crossed the threshold, the door clicking shut behind you with a soft thud. And for a split second you thought you heard the lock. But you paid no mind as you felt the air thicken in your lungs, making it harder to breathe as you took in every detail of the room around you. All the while, Seonghwa never took his gaze off of you. Taking a swig of his beer, and his back facing the door, his burning presence filled the cramped space so much your body, soul and mind felt like they were oozing him… You could hear the way his throat worked as he swallowed more of his drink until he was empty, setting the bottle down on the edge of the deck with an anticipatory thump.
“You seem nervous…” He whispered, stepping closer until his chest grazed your back. “Why are you shaking, hmm?”
"I'm not shaking." You lied through your teeth, your voice trembling slightly. "It’s just… cold in here."
“Ah.” Seonghwa said softly, reaching out with his fingers to brush his knuckles gently across your neck. The contact felt like a jolt of electricity had suddenly coursed through your veins. “You know… Liars get punished in this room.”
"I don't know what you're talking about," you whispered, not taking your eyes off the blank wall in front of you. Not daring to look back. To look at him.
Seonghwa stepped closer, his feet pushing yours apart so he could almost put his knee between your legs as his chest became snug to your shoulder blades. He leant down, his lips only just ghosting over the shell of your ear, and then you felt the hotness of his breath as he spoke, “Don’t play dumb now, sweet bunny.”
Oh, that was new…
The pet name sent shivers down your spine as his voice turned sweet, almost melodic. “I see the way you look at me. The way you clench your perfect fucking thighs whenever you're around here. You act all shy, but I bet there's a slut somewhere inside begging for relief. Did you think that necklace only meant we were friends?"
“I…I thought.”
“What? You were in some sort of safe zone? You aren’t what we want because you’re Jong’s best friend.” Seonghwa interrupted your words as you felt his hand move to the nape of your neck, his thumb pressing gently on your windpipe. "There’s nothing safe about the way we think about you. I’ve spent weeks imagining exactly what I’m going to do to you in this very room. And now, the rules say I can do anything."
Did he just say we?
“S-seonghwa what… Ah!” You gasped before you could even protest any thought or feelings, letting yourself feel his teeth latched onto your shoulder and hand tighten around your neck. He began to kiss you, slow and agonisingly soft, his tongue tracing the line of your ear, to your jaw, down to the patches of skin on your neck his hand was not covering.
"I’ve been so patient…” He practically moaned your name in your ear. “We’ve watched you walk around this house in those cute little outfits. Pastels, cotton. Argh… “ He groaned, rutting his hips against your ass. “You always look so soft, such a pretty bunny. You knew exactly what you were doing to us. Did it make you feel powerful, hmm? Knowing we’re all starving for you?"
Your brain was no longer processing what he was saying, no, all you could think about was how he held you. How he was touching you. How you could feel the outline of his straining cock on your backside and how he growled and begged behind you. “S-seonghwa, please.”
"Please, what?" he asked, stepping a little away, letting you feel slightly empty. His hand loosened on your windpipe before swinging you around until you were facing him. And oh, did his expression make you want to melt. His eyes blown out, his jaw clenched as he awaited you to finally answer him… finally give him something. Anything!!
“Do. Not. Stop.” You punctuated every word, letting him read each one from your lips. His mouth crashed onto your feverishly.. It wasn't a gentle kiss. No, it was an invasion. He tasted like a devilish mixture of bitter hops and lust. His tongue pushing past your lips to claim you with a desperate hunger. Holding you steady by your jaw, he tilted your head as he stood up straight, making you fight to keep your lips latched. He wanted you to feel what he had been feeling for months. Being so close to touch… but not close enough to call you his.
Any sweetness you thought might come out of the usually calm man vanished, leaving a new version of Seonghwa that made your skin burn for more. And just like that he pulled completely away from you, breathing hard. “Couch. Now.”
"What?"
"I said get on the couch. Legs open. Now." Gone was the cheeky darkness in his tone, now being replaced with something almost sadistic. A shiver of fear and excitement trickled down your spine.
You obeyed.
Your movements, ever clumsy as you scrambled onto the leather. The material was freezing against your fiery skin, but the heat radiating from Seonghwa was far more overwhelming. He did not wait as he moved into action. No, warning, not words. The thud was deafening over the music beyond the door as he fell to his knees. He was acting like a starved man on a mission, and nothing was going to get in his way with his reward.
Moving between your knees, his hands grabbed a hand full of your thighs, forcing them wide without a second thought. You felt his fingers dig into flesh and nails threaten to draw blood. Maybe starved wasn’t the word for the way Seonghwa acted in this moment… No, he was more like,
Insane. Drunk. Fanatical and fixated.
"Oh, look at you," he hissed, his gaze fixed on the dampness already staining your underwear that hid so prettily beneath your skirt. "So ready for me. After all that acting, all this being shy… you’re dripping like a whore."
He didn't waste time with more words. Not leaving any room for even a little yelp as he yanked your soft cotton panties to the side, exposing your aching cunt to the cool air of the room. He didn’t use his fingers first. He didn’t tease or linger. No, your head fell back as soon as you felt his thick nose push against your clit, letting him bury his face into your heat. The first lick was a long, broad stroke that made your back arch almost right off the couch. You’ve never felt such a feeling, something as delicious as someone's tongue lapping you up like it was their favourite meal. And you were his. As you let out a strangled cry, your fingers knotting in his hair, Seonghwa knew he was done for. He would eat you out every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you let him.
"You’re so sweet," Seonghwa mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled. "I’m going to eat every drop of you. I want to taste how much you’ve been wanting this, sweetheart." He became a man possessed. His tongue was relentless, flicking over your clit with a precision that was borderline cruel. Sucking on you intensely, his soft hums created the perfect vibration that made your toes curl and vision spot. The tension in the room changed with each jagged breath. The wet, rhythmic sloppy sounds of his tongue against your folds, the sharp gasps you couldn't suppress, and the heavy thud of your hearts against each chest were enough to make you both spiral.
"Open wider," he growled, pulling back for a second to slap your inner thigh as you tried to close them around his head, the sound echoing in the small room. "Keep them open for me, bunny. I want to see everything."
"I-It's too much," you gulped air in as you spoke, your head tossing back and forth as your eyes screwed themselves shut. “Seonghwa, I can’t.”
"Yes, you can," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register that made your cunt clench. And that's when you felt it, the sudden intrusion making you yelp. He shoved two fingers tightly inside your wet hole as he began pumping them hard and fast, his thumb never leaving your clit. Your hips bucked without a second thought, almost having a mind of their own, chasing pleasure your body was so desperately desiring. "I want you to squirt for me, sweetheart. I want to see you lose control completely.”
"I... I’ve never done that," you panted, your voice breaking as you took in each thrust of his long digits. "I don't think I can."
Seonghwa’s gaze snapped up at you, a predatory smirk painting his features as his fingers seemingly became more frantic inside you. “Never?.. Oh, bunny. What am I going to do with you?”
He sat up straighter, his whole body towering your bent one. His lips grazed your ear, letting you hear the soft panting from him over the squelch sound. “I guess I'll have to be the first one to make that happen, huh? I'm not letting you off this couch until you're dripping all over me. Got it."
You couldn’t help but nod, letting him have his way, as he went back to his couched position. His tongue licked a strip up your cunt before settling on your clit. His fingers hooked deep, finding the spot that made your hip jerk and high pitch higher. He was relentless, abusing your sensitive flesh with a focus that was terrifying and utterly arousing. You could quickly feel the foreign tension build, a pressure in your lower abdomen that felt like a dam about to burst. Trying your best to settle your breathing, you glanced over his broad shoulders, and that's when you noticed the digital clock on the desk. The numbers glowing crimson in your spotted vision.
“H-hwa.” You choked out, your voice barely above a whisper as moans filled the void. “The time… Time. Fuck. Seven minutes is over.”
Seonghwa didn't even look up. He just growled low in his throat, his teeth grazing your inner thigh before he went back to devouring you. "Do I have to be blunt with you too, bunny?" His voice thick with lust, it sent a shiver down your spine. "And here I thought you were smart.”
Your eyes widened in shock when he looked up at you, his mouth and nose already glistening from your juices. You wanted to feel embarrassed, but Seonghwa’s tone was quick to distract you. “The clock doesn't matter. I decide when we’re done. And we are nowhere near done."
He sped up. His fingers were a blur, the sound of air being pushed out of your soaked pussy with every thrust creating a wet, slapping noise. He was punishing you now, his movements rough and demanding. He wanted… Needed you to let go. To feel everything all at once. To feel nothing but him.
"Come on, baby. Give it to me," he commanded. "Squirt for me, you little slut. Show me how much you want the rest of us. Want me."
The unfamiliar sensation brewing in your gut finally snapped, leaving a white-spotted explosion to cloud your vision. Your body convulsed, your legs locking around his head as a torrent of fluid erupted from you, splashing across his face, his chest, and the leather of the couch. You sobbed, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as a long, high-pitched sound erupted from your chest.
Seonghwa didn't move. He stayed there for a long moment, letting your tremors subside while his face still pressed against your core. When he finally did pull back, though, he was covered in you. Your scent was heavy in the air, musky, sweet, and metallic. He wiped a stray drop from his lip and licked it off his finger, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. He looked hypnotised, completely consumed with the idea of you.
"Look at that bunny," he whispered, his voice dark as he massaged your thighs. "Look what you did for me."
Feeling accomplished, Seonghwa stood abruptly. You went to follow him without a thought, but he quickly reached out, landing a playful but sharp slap on your clenching cunt. The sting of it brought you crashing back to reality… Only slight. Watching him step away, leaving you shivering and vulnerable on the couch.
"Stay." Was all he said as he walked over to the desk.
Picking up his beer bottle, he took a long, slow swing of the last of his beer, eyes tracking the way your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looked down at the bottle, then back at you, a slow, cruel idea forming in his expression.
Your eyes never left him as he watched you. It made you feel hot, feel… seen. From always being the one to never be looked at. You not having a good enough status in school. Being the forgotten kid. Or the nerd, the outcast. The list goes on, from what you've been called in your life… but right now. All of Seonghwa's attention was on you. The Park Seonghwa. It made you feel desirable. Made you feel powerful.
"You like being watched, don't you?" he asked as if he were reading your mind, walking back towards you painfully slow. "You like the idea of being wanted, hmm? Want by me… by us?”
There it was again, the hinting of the other boys, only just a few feet away from this very room. It made you remember what San had said in the kitchen only twenty minutes ago.
"What kind of game, San?" You leant against the countertop with your arms crossed, still feeling the burn of the shot you just took. “If this is some kinda of floor shot again. I told Wooyoung a million times. No.”
San laughed, the sound vibrating against you while he stayed standing so close to you that your elbows were touching. "No, no… nothing like that….Without trying to freak you out."
“You're already freaking me out."
"Okay, okay.” San’s tone suddenly became serious. “There's a reason for that.” He points to the necklace on your neck. “And Seonghwa is gonna teach you later what the reason is. I just want you to know…”
San moves before you could think, hands on either side of you, caging you between his large body and the tabletop. “We all care for you. And we all want something. But trying to tell you has been difficult. We don't want to scare you away.”
You suddenly felt completely sober as you stared up at the man in front of you. Was he trying to say what you think he was? Did you just drink too much and now you're misinterpreting his words? "San… what are you trying to say?”
"Just be open-minded… Know that we all love you.” San leant down to your ear, whispering the last bit of his sentence, letting you smell the bourbon on his hot breath. "And the studio is soundproofed. No one hears a thing once that door locks.”
“I…” Your mouth became tacky while your mind drew a blank. This was what San was talking about. What he meant by all of them loving you…
“Tell me the truth, baby. Did you ever think about me while you fuck yourself on those pathetic pieces of plastic? Or maybe more than just me? What about the others? Ever thought about your best friend, huh? Dreamed of Jongho’s cock in you just as much as I dreamt of tasting this perfect pussy?"
You turned your head away, your face flushing a deep crimson. "I... What…."
Seonghwa has gone mad, not liking your answer. Gipping the neck of the beer bottle, he chuckled… a cruel, dark vibration from the pit of his chest. “I asked you a question, Sweetheart.”
This time the pet name that rolled off his tongue wasn't filled with any hint of sweetness. No, this time it was filled with nothing but mockery. He wanted to get under your skin just like you have him. Without a word, he took two large steps towards you before nudging your legs further apart with his legs.
“Answer me.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he began ripping at your clothes until your lower half was completely bare and your shirt was discarded, leaving you in your soft pink cotton bra. His free hand gripped your ankle, spreading your legs open further to let him press the cold, rounded rim of the bottle against your wet entrance.
"Seonghwa, w-what are you doing?" You asked, your eyes widening as you felt the cold glass begin to slide inside you.
"I'm making sure you're paying attention," he replied bluntly. Pushing the bottle deeper, you could feel the cold sensation of the glass contrasting sharply with the heat of your overworked wall. "Does that feel good? Or is it too cold? Maybe you’d prefer something warmer. Something human, hmm?”
He began to move the bottle in and out, the glass creating a suction that made a distinct, wet popping sound every time it almost slipped out. The feeling was… bizarre, invasive and oh so fucking erotic. You were too focused on the sensation of the bottle to speak. It was stretching you the way you needed, filling you in a way that felt foreign and overwhelming in the best way. You let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut. Seonghwa's expression darkened. Letting go of your ankle, he ripped your bra down, letting your breasts spill free. He watched them move as his pace quickened before giving them a harsh slap, the impact making you yelp in surprise and pain.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” Your lips finally fell loose as your legs hugged tightly around Seonghwa’s firm hips. Leaning down, Seonghwa's teeth were bared on your neck, making sure he marked you anyway he could. Whether it was teeth marks, hickeys, or blood being drawn, he needed it all.
“So tight, filthy little bunny.” He hissed as he quickened his pace, his wrist growing almost tired at the odd angle of how he was holding the foreign object. “I bet you’re imagining it’s my cock, huh? Or maybe someone else's? Do you want all our cocks, baby? Come on, you can tell me. Don’t be shy now. Be a good girl.”
“H-Hwa… I.” Tears stained your face, stinging your red cheeks. You didn’t want to admit anything, your heart ached while your mind felt dizzy. The push and pull Seonghwa gave you was almost strong enough to give you whiplash.
“You can do it, bunny. Scream it out, let the others know exactly how you feel.”
And even though you shook your head no as he sank the top of the beer bottle deeper, pressing his thumb to your clit for firmer, you felt a fire brew in the pit of your stomach. Because you knew, he knew your answer. Like he could read your every thought. You weren’t just interested in the broody frat boy…. You were interested in his whole fraternity.
"YES!" You finally screamed as he gave your tits another love tap. The confession burst out of you like a physical weight as you squirted all over the beer bottle and Seonghwa’s hand. "I think about all of you! I want all of you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Seonghwa froze—the bottle still buried deep inside your abused cunt—a slow, terrifying grin spreading across his perfect features. There was a hint of warmth to it. Maybe even a slight show of sympathy. But over all that, he looked like an animal who had finally trapped his prey where he wanted.
"All of us," he repeated, his voice like velvet over gravel. "Good. That’s what I like to hear… But there is now one little problem...” He pulled the bottle out of you, throwing it somewhere in the room. If you weren’t so focused on Hwa your eyes would have checked to see if the glass would break, but luckily it landed on the carpet and no shatter followed. “You’ve been keeping a secret since we’ve been here…"
"What secrets?" you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"San," Seonghwa said, his eyes narrowing. "He told you something, did he. Fucker can’t keep a secret to save his life.”
You couldn’t help but bite your lip, the guilt written clearly on your face. "San told me, you wanted to… teach me... About the necklace. But what was it, I promise.” The silence in the room was absolute. The only sound was the faint hum of the equipment and the distant, muffled beat of the music from outside. You could see the way Seonghwa tensed slightly… he didn’t believe you. Not entirely anyway. His eyes were ice cold, focused with rage that made you want to shrink into the leather beneath you.
“Did you know I’d fuck you tonight?” He said so bluntly that it almost gave you whiplash. “Did he tell you we all like you?” The words came out slowly and dangerously. “What about that we rigged the cards so one of us could break you enough that you’d finally understand you are ours…”
He stood up, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving with fury. “Did he think this was a game? We had a plan.” Seonghwa passed for a moment, leaving you to worry. But before you could say anything, he grabbed you by the arm, his grip bruising as he hauled you off the couch, shoving you toward the mahogany desk.
“I…No..” Your mouth went dry as you tried to speak, but Seonghwa cut you off anyway.
"Hands on the desk," he commanded. "Now."
"Seonghwa, wait, what I—"
"I said hands on the desk!" he roared. You obeyed, your palms slapping against the cold, polished wood. You were trembling violently now, the reality of his anger settling over you. You heard the sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric and something like ripping plastic... Then the heat of him was behind you, pressing against your backside intensely. “I’m gonna have words with him later. But right now…”
His lips grazed the shell of your ear. “I need you to take a deep breath.” He didn’t wait for a response. He didn’t need to, grabbing your hips, with his fingers digging into the bones, he drove himself into you with one single brutal thrust that had your vision blurring. You let out a sharp cry, tears already staining your puffy cheeks as your head leaned back onto his shoulder. Seonghwa was so thick compared to the beer bottle. He seemed to stretch you beyond your limits. Well, that's what it felt like. He didn't give you time to adjust as he began to fuck you with a primal aggression. His body slamming into your pussy with a rhythmic, meat-on-meat thud that if you weren’t so turned on, you’d be embarrassed.
“You are even more perfect than I imagined,” he growled into your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. I'm going to mark you so everyone down the hall knows who got you first.”
His declaration made your head spin. The knowledge that this was not just a one-time thing. That this was just the beginning of something you couldn’t even explain… and that everyone down the hall was just dying to join in. He was relentless. Every thrust felt like a challenge, a violent reassertion of dominance, of possession, that even though there was an agreement, he was going to show off what he could do for you. The desk creaked under the weight of your bodies, and the sound of your skin slapping together and panting breath filled the room. You could feel the friction building in the pit of your stomach, the raw, unpolished sensation of his cock deep inside you, driving you towards the edge. But something was missing… You needed something else... Something more.
"Please," you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the wood of the desk, leaving scratch marks in the varnish. "More. Seonghwa, please, give me more… I need..."
"What do you need, baby. Tell me what you want?" His voice was so soft compared to before, there was a caring tone lacing each word, and it only made you melt more.
“I want to feel you… I need to feel you when you cum in me.” You had no idea how you were speaking so freely, stocking it up to alcohol and the blindness of sex that made you throw your filter out the window. But it was the truth, you were craving to have him use you completely.
He reached back and slapped your ass, the sound sharp and echoing as he chuckled. The sting only fueled your desire more. And he did it again, harder this time, leaving the red imprint of his hand on your skin before pulling out for a moment. "Is this what you wanted? Be claimed. Be filled with me…"
He tore off the condom, showing it somewhere in the room, before completely trapping you against the desk, pushing off items he did not even bother to note, so he could make a perfect clearing just for your perfect body. “I told you there was a slut deep down somewhere. She just needed the motivation to come out.”
He didn't hold back this time. He increased the pace until he was a blur of motion on top of you, his cock slid in and out with a wet, squelching sound that filled the room as he hit right where you needed every time. You felt your vision spot and your throat itch from the screaming. But it was when he reached around and gripped your neck, pulling your head up so he could see your face as he destroyed you, that you swore you saw stars.
“Look at you, sweetheart.” He growled, “I want to see you. I want you to know exactly who’s doing this to you. Not San. Not any of the others yet… just me and me alone."
His mouth latched onto you, biting into your shoulder hard. His teeth sank deep into the skin, leaving a jagged, purple bruise. He moved to your neck, avoiding his hand as he sucked and bit until you were completely covered in hickeys that would take weeks to fade and be a bitch to cover. He was marking his territory, claiming every inch of you with a violence that was as much about possession as it was about pleasure. You felt his free hand leave your hip and snake between your legs before landing on your oversensitve bud. The friction was becoming intense, the heat between you nearly unbearable. And as Seonghwa felt your walls flutter around his aching cock, he knew you were done for.
“Come on, bunny. Be a good girl and come on my cock…” His tongue licked a strip of sweaty skin on your neck, “I’ll only empty my load into this cunt once you cum.”
"Seonghwa!" you aren’t even sure if you screamed, cried, or whispered. Your mind was so far gone as you felt your orgasm take hold. It was more intense than the first few ones this evening, a rolling wave of pleasure and pain that made your legs give out entirely. He followed you a second later. He delivered a final blow of his hips, stilling himself deep inside you as his body vibrated with the effort. Letting out a low, guttural moan as he filled you with hot, thick pulses of cum. You felt it all, the way it settled in you, the way it began to drip around his cock and down your dangling legs. It felt heavenly. He held you there for a moment, pinned against the desk, his weight crushing you as you both struggled to breathe.
The room fell silent again, but this time it was soft. Calm. and gentle, only leaving space for the sound of ragged breathing and the distant, ever-present bass from across the hall. Seonghwa didn't pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside you just a little longer, his head resting on your shoulder, his sweat dripping onto your back as he slowly kissed your shoulder blades, then your spine, and neck. When he finally did move, it was slow and deliberate. He withdrew with the sound of his cock popping out of your soaked pussy. He eyed the way his cum dripped out of you and the way you lay on the desk limp, your muscles twitching and your skin covered in his marks.
To him, you looked absolutely perfect.
Seonghwa stood over you, adjusting his clothes, while letting you take a moment to breathe. And then he looked down at you again, once he was done collecting your clothes he had thrown around the room, his eyes still dark, but the burning rage had been replaced by a quiet, smug satisfaction.
He had you, and he couldn’t wait to see the looks on the others' faces when they saw you completely and utterly ruined.
【Summary】: You've been dancing around one another for months... But the real question is... which one of you is gonna break first.
『Word count』: 755
-> Genre: Suggestive. Brothers Best Friend Au
[Warnings]: Smoking, Pet names. Dirty talk. Lots of teasing. Neck kisses. Fingering. Clit play. Mention of fucking in the woods. Swearing Begging. Jongho is aged up in this, but it's not really mentioned, it's just how I imagined it. You know early 30s beefy Jongho, type vibe.
You waved off Seonghwa saying you'd be back shortly to watch the fireworks with the others for the New Year celebration. You just needed to grab a sweater first, having the night take a cold turn from the hot breezy day. Walking up the hill towards the cabin you saw from afar the boys all yelling and carrying on like idiots. You were going to be quick, Well that was what you thought until you spotted Jongho leaning against the door frame of the glass door with a smoke between his fingers.
"Forget something?" He cock his brow, flicking the finished cigarette away before blowing the smoke out of his lungs. His arms crossed as he watched you closely with a smile. He must have come up here to have a quick smoke break without anyone around since he knew how much people didn't like the smell. You on the other hand knew it was a bad habit, but you couldn't help but let your thought wonder at how hot he looks when he does it. You've been dancing around one another since the trip started two days ago. You haven't told anyone about your relationship with Jongho yet, fearing your brother would most likely try and kill Jongho if they found out. So a secret it is. But neither of you minded, much, finding some fun and thrill in the idea of sneaking around.
"Just a sweater. Why are you up here, Jongho?" Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at the attention. You had always called him by nicknames, it was just something you did for everyone you were friends with. But fuck, he loves hearing his name fall from your pretty lips.
"Nothing else?" His voice was low, in a gravelled growl. You had been teasing him all day and now that you two are finally alone, he was going to take every opportunity to get some action out of you. You shook your head sweetly in response, playing the innocent card wasn't a good idea. But you did it anyways.
"Oh yeah? And what's your plan now that you've teased me all day? Because the way I see it. I have every right to do whatever want to this sweet body of yours. I could spin you around bend you over and fuck your cute little cunt till you're crying. Right outside in front of our friends and your brother. Is that what you want baby?"
You open your mouth to answer but he's already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck, pushing your shirt up slightly to get a view of your back arched, just for him. You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as your attention is suddenly drawn to the fireworks starting to go off from the dark lake. His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your shorts, letting out a soft curse when he finds your core all wet and soaking through your panties and clothes for him.
"You're really playing with fire here, Honey. You know that?" He whispers as his lips trail over your neck, his fingers slowly slide past your shorts and underwear to get to your folds. You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your brother and friends are. All the way down at the docks. Surely too far away to make out exactly what's going on in the dimly lit cabin balcony. Jongho's fingers find your clit and your gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand and he chuckles softly at your desperate action.
"You're so easy. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum. For me to have you begging and crying for me to have my way." His fingers sink inside you, quickly moving to a steady pace. You hum softly rocking your hips in time with his fingers feeling your gut grow hot.
"Maybe you should remind me." You whisper wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you've been all day. He laughs as his fingers do not slow, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
【Summary】: Wooyoung was a simple man. Get high and call his girlfriend begging for some skin... It was a simple horny life but it was his.
『Word count』: 1.14k
-> Genre: Suggestive. Frat Boy Au
[Warnings]: Weed is mentioned. Jerking off. (Both m and f). Facetime sex. Wooyoung is very horny and high. Brownies (hehe). Pet names. Some hints of exhibitionism. Wooyoung moans loudly. Kinda switch reader and switch Wooyoung. Almost getting caught. Swearing.
Notes: My laptop is still broken but I'm slowly getting there. Thank you everyone for being patient with me. ♥
It takes you a while to wake up and realize that your phone is ringing. You shuffle over the bed and look at the time. It bloody one in the morning. You flip your phone over and see it's your boyfriend calling. He's currently at a friend's place. Boys' night out and everything. You stare at the phone too long that the call rings out. It's not even two seconds later that the phone rings again in your face. You sigh and answer. It's a face time and you nearly scare yourself with the image of yourself. Wooyoung on the other hand is a mess as well. He looks high as a kite. And there's... clothes around him? What is he doing in his friend's closet?
"Oh, you finally picked up," He mumbled.
"What are you doing in the closet?" You ask still half asleep, trying your best to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
"I'm in here so no one hears me."
"Whatever for?"
"I'm horny."
You blink slowly somehow now fully awake. "You're high and horny aren't you," This is the second time he's done this. But the first time it wasn't at one in the morning. You let out a small huff as you roll over to your side. His breathing begins to pick up on the other side of the call and your eyes widen.
"You are not jerking off in there! Get out of the closet!" You snap in a hush, trying to sound assertive but let's face it, you couldn't even hide your smile. God, he's an idiot. Wooyoung grumbles under his breath and the only thing you're able to make out is, 'Give me a second,' while static from him brushing the phone around makes it near impossible to hear anything else.
You watch your phone as he shuffles around, clothes hitting his face. He opens the closet door and the phone suddenly flips with the flash on. You're able to see all the other boys passed out asleep in a pile on the small bed with pizza boxes all over the floor. Wooyoung curses under his breath and turns the phone back on him. The angle is unflattering. You can see up his nose and his face looks like the sun. God, he's a mess but somehow you still love him. He finally makes it to the bathroom without waking anyone up and but doesn't turn the light on. Instead of sitting on the toilet or sitting on the floor, Wooyoung decides to sit inside the shower. It takes him two times to try and close to glass door before he sits on, what you guess, wet tiles.
"Will you join me," Wooyoung asks in a whisper his eyes only half opened.
"Woo, I am not in the mood right now. It's one a.m.," you say but quickly add, "But don't let me stop you from a good time." You hear him shuffle around and something hits the glass. Like clothes thwacking against a wall. All you can imagine is Wooyoung naked from the waist down and it makes you smile widely trying so hard to burst into a fit of laughter.
"How much did you smoke?" You ask.
"We didn't smoke tonight. We ate brownies and I had quite a lot," he admits.
"Oh, Woo. No wonder why you're desperate," you tell him truthfully. He only grins at you. But his face turns to pure bliss in an instant. He's touching himself and he's already lost himself. "I don't just wanna see your face, let me see you," you whisper.
His focus comes back onto you and then there's more shuffling around with the phone. He sets it up on the opposite side of the shower wall so he's in fall view now. There's enough light for you to see he's got his legs open and his cock is full in his hand. His shirt is rolled up and the hem is between his teeth. God is he a sight. You're fully awake now and you can feel yourself getting horny, clenching your thighs together as you are now laying on your arm.
"Alright, keep going Baby," you urge him on biting your lip slightly. He begins jerking himself off but it's not slow or anything for show. He's quick, desperate and he's chasing his own high at the moment. His pants become louder and you suddenly become self-aware that there's others in the room beside him.
"Softer, Wooyoung. You're not alone," you remind him in a sultry tone. His teeth let god off the shirt so it can now sit bunch up on his chest. He places a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. He rubs himself slower as if your voice reminded him you were there. Now he's showing off and it's getting to you.
"Mind if I join you?" You ask.
"Go-" He whines. "Go right ahead...Please," he answers breathlessly.
You sit up slightly, placing pillows behind you so you can lean into them more easily. Your shuffling catches Wooyoung's attention making you stop for a moment out of curiosity. Keeping a tight grip on your phone, the other hand comes up to your mouth to suck on two of your fingers, coating them up before gliding them down to your core. You're already a little wet and you glide two in easily. Keeping an easy rhythm for yourself, Wooyoung begins to speed up again.
"Come for me baby," you whisper and it seems to push him over the edge. He comes in his hand, catching himself so it doesn't go on the tiles. He pants loudly and looks back at the phone.
"Holy shit," he breathes out. He slowly collects himself, grabbing his phone with his clean hand and he just stares at you. Even though with all this excitement, you lazily keep your rhythm. You started to become overwhelmed, feeling your high coming closer and closer. You are so close, so desperate to release and just as you are about to come a sudden sound of a door opening makes you stop in your tracks. Wooyoung stays still also as someone walks in. You bring your fingers out, feeling your mood ruined. Then there's the sound of someone pissing in the toilet. The piss goes on forever and Wooyoung looks terrified. If this person sees him, there's no talking his way out of this one. But somehow, luck is on his side or his friend is just too high because they walk right back out after completing their business.
"That was a close one," you chuckle lightly.
"I'm never doing this again." Wooyoung was definitely lying in this sentence.
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── your ex-boyfriend shows up to your friend’s album release party with a girl on his hip just 5 months after you broke up, prompting you to drop the song and story you’ve been keeping from the world.
﹙ 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗨 ﹚ kim hongjoong x singer!fem!r | 𝑎𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 + swearing mentions of cheating exes to （？） photo creds to rightful owners ﹗ ⟶ PART 2
𝓁ani speaks : heeseung cameo because why not?? also, heavily inspired by raye’s “winter woman” (duhh) i highly recommend listening to it/reading lyrics while or before reading ;)
After songs leak, the members accuse you without hesitation, isolating you with cold stares and cruel whispers. When the truth is revealed, it’s too late—the damage is done, and trust between you is shattered.
❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜
The first thing you notice is the silence and not the comfortable kind. It’s the kind that usually fills practice rooms when everyone’s too tired to talk, or when Chan is focused on producing.
This silence is sharp.
It presses against your ears, heavy and suffocating, like you’ve walked into a room where something has already gone wrong.
You step inside anyway.
Eight pairs of eyes turn to you, none of them are warm.
“What?” you ask, forcing a small laugh, trying to brush off the tension crawling up your spine. “Why are you all—”
“Where were you last night?” Chan’s voice cuts through you. It’s calm—frighteningly so—and it hits you with a coldness that makes your heart stutter.
You blink confused by the sudden interrogation. “Dorm. Why?”
Then Minho scoffs under his breath, a sharp, bitter sound that makes you flinch.
“You actually expect us to believe that?” he mutters, his gaze fixed on the wall behind you as if looking at you is beneath him.
Your chest tightens. “Believe what?”
Hyunjin tosses his phone onto the table. It slides toward you, stopping just short of your hand.
You look down, and your heart doesn’t just drop—it feels like it stops entirely.
Clips. Snippets. Audio files.
Unreleased tracks.
Your tracks.
They are the unreleased tracks from the album you’ve all been pouring your souls into for months. You see the titles of songs that came from hours of sleepless nights, heated arguments, desperate rewrites, and shared tears. All of it—the culmination of your hard work—was out there.
Leaked.
“No…” your fingers trembling as you scroll through the social media threads and the links. “No, this—this isn’t—”
“You were the last one using the studio computer,” Jisung says flatly.
You freeze, the phone nearly slipping from your hand. “I—yeah, I was, but that doesn’t mean I had anything to do with this!”
“Then what does it mean?” Changbin snaps, voice sharp. “Because that’s the same computer the files were pulled from.”
You feel like the ground has suddenly disappeared beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in a void where your own brothers are looking at you like a criminal.
“I didn’t do this,” you say, quieter now. “You have to believe me.”
Felix looks away, his jaw tight. Jeongin refuses to meet your eyes. Jisung is staring intently at his own shoes. Hyunjin just crosses his arms, his face a mask of hurt and anger.
And Chan… Chan just watches you like he’s trying to read something you’re not saying.
But there’s doubt there. You see it, and seeing it hurts more than any of the accusations.
“You’re the only one who had access at that time,” Seungmin adds, his tone cold, calculated. “It’s not exactly a stretch.”
“That’s insane,” you whisper. “Why would I leak our own album?”
“For attention?” Minho says with a shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time idols did something stupid for buzz.”
Your head snaps toward him like he slapped you.
“What?”
He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t take it back. He just stares at you with a chilling indifference.
“Or money,” Changbin adds. “God knows how much those clips are worth.”
“That’s not funny,” you choke out. “That’s not even—do you hear yourselves?”
But they don’t soften. Not a single one of them offers a hand or a kind word.
“I didn’t do this,” you repeat, voice cracking now. “I swear, I didn’t.”
Chan exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.
“We’ll let management handle it,” he says finally. “Until then, just…stay out of the studio.”
The words hit you harder than if he had screamed at you.
Stay out.
Like you don’t belong there. Like you’re a threat to the very thing you helped build. Like you’re the problem they need to contain.
“…okay,” you whisper, the word barely audible.
No one stops you when you turn around and walk out the door.
The next few days feel like a blur of quiet cruelty.
It’s the little things that hurt the most.
No one sits next to you at the kitchen table anymore; they leave a conspicuous, empty gap as if your presence is contagious. No one calls your name when they’re ordering food or headed to the convenience store.
The group chats, once a constant stream of memes and chaotic energy, go silent the moment you reply to something.
Minho brushes past you in the hallway like you’re a piece of furniture, not even bothering to acknowledge your existence. Hyunjin doesn’t even try to hide his glares when you accidentally catch his eye.
Changbin mutters things just loud enough for you to hear—“unbelievable,” “can’t trust anyone.”
Even Felix… sweet, kind-hearted Felix, who usually hugs everyone until they can’t breathe… avoids you like you’re made of glass that’s already shattered.
And Chan? Chan doesn’t look at you at all. He stays buried in his work, eyes fixed on his screens or his feet, treating you like a ghost haunting the dorm.
That hurts the most of all.
Eventually, you stop trying. You stop going to practice because the atmosphere is too toxic to breathe. You stop hanging around the common areas of the dorm because the silence is too loud.
Because every time you do, it feels like you’re begging for scraps of trust they’ve already decided you don’t deserve.
One night, you hear them all laughing in the living room—a genuine, loud sound that used to include you. For a split second, habit almost pulls you out of your room to join them.
Almost.
Then you remember the way they looked at you.
Like you betrayed them.
Like you ruined everything.
You turn back to your bed instead, burying your face in your pillow to cry where no one can hear you.
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
It’s a week later when everything breaks.
Management calls a mandatory meeting for everyone. All nine of you are ushered into a sterile conference room. You sit at the very end of the long table.
The room is thick with an uncomfortable energy until one of the head managers clears their throat and opens a laptop.
“We’ve concluded the investigation.”
Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear it.
Chan straightens up in his chair, his hands clenched into fists on the table.
“So?” he asks.
The manager slides a thick folder onto the table, the sound of paper hitting wood echoing in the quiet room.
“Evidence shows that the leak did not come from any of you.”
Silence.
Absolute, deafening silence.
You don’t move. You don't even think you’re breathing.
“It was one of the new interns,” they continue. “They accessed the files after hours. We have CCTV footage and email records—communication with external media outlets. They were paid to leak the tracks.”
A sharp intake of breath echoes somewhere down the table.
You continue to stare at your hands. They’re shaking, but it’s not from fear anymore. It’s from a hollow, crushing realization.
“What?” Changbin whispers.
Seungmin leans back slowly, looking like he’s just been punched in the gut. Hyunjin’s face goes deathly pale, his gaze dropping to the floor. Felix looks like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, his eyes welling with tears.
And Chan finally looks at you. He really looks at you for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.
“…you didn’t…” he starts, voice unsteady.
You let out a short, hollow laugh that has no humor in it. Of course you didn’t. You had told them that. You had told them until your voice was hoarse and your heart was broken.
“I said I didn’t,” you murmur, still refusing to look up from the table.
No one speaks. There’s nothing left to say that can undo the last seven days. No apology can take back the cold shoulders, the venomous whispers, or the way they looked at you like you were a stranger. They didn't just doubt you; they abandoned you when you needed them to be your family the most.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor breaks the silence.
Footsteps approach you, hesitant and slow.
“Hey,” Chan says softly, standing right in front of you. He reaches out a hand as if to touch your shoulder. “I—we—I’m so sorry, I—”
You stand up before he can finish. You don’t do it violently, and you don’t make a scene. You just move enough to make him retract his hand, creating a physical boundary between you and the leader you used to trust implicitly.
“I need some air. Excuse me.” you say.
Your voice is calm. The kind of calm that comes after the storm has already leveled the house.
It makes Chan’s expression twist with a fresh wave of pain.
“Can we please talk about this?” he pleads, his voice cracking.
“Later,” you cut in, though you aren't sure if 'later' will ever actually come.
You don’t wait for permission or for them to explain themselves. You just turn and walk out of the room, the door clicking shut behind you.
They don’t go after you right away when the door clicks shut.
It isn't because they don’t want to—it’s because none of them actually know how.
The room feels different now. Heavy in a way that makes breathing feel like work. The truth sits on the table between them like something alive, something ugly.
They were wrong.
Not just factually incorrect, but fundamentally cruel.
Chan drags both hands down his face, the skin stretching under the pressure. He paces the length of the room once, then twice, before stopping abruptly.
“We fucked up,” he says, his voice sounding hollow, like it's echoing from the bottom of a well.
No one argues with him. Because there is absolutely nothing left to argue.
“I told you,” Felix whispers, voice trembling. “She kept saying she didn’t do it…”
“And we didn’t listen,” Hyunjin finishes quietly, his usual composure completely gone.
Jisung leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. “We accused her like it was already proven.”
That breaks something.
Because they all remember it now—the details they chose to ignore in their anger. They remember the way your voice shook when you pleaded with them. They remember the way your hands trembled when you held Hyunjin’s phone.
The way you kept saying I didn’t do this—over and over, like if you said it enough times, they’d finally believe you.
But they didn’t.
Chan exhales sharply. “We fix this.”
Jeongin shakes his head slowly. “You can’t just ‘fix’ something like that, Hyung. You don't just glue that kind of trust back together.”
“I know,” Chan says, quieter now. “But we have to try.”
Because now, they finally understand. It was never about whether you were innocent or guilty. It was about the fact that when things got hard, they didn't believe you.
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
You don’t come back that night.
Or the next night.
Or the one after that.
Every single day that passes without your presence in the dorm feels like a punishment. Your bedroom door stays closed, a silent barrier that none of them dare to cross. Your things remain untouched on the shelves—your favorite mug in the cupboard, your shoes by the door—and your absence becomes a physical thing, louder and more intrusive than any noise you ever made.
It’s four days later when the front door finally clicks open.
You step inside cautiously, moving like a stranger in a house you've lived in for years. You’re careful, quiet, keeping your shoulders hunched as if you’re trying to take up as little space as possible.
It’s the movement of someone who doesn't quite feel like they belong anymore.
Eight heads turn immediately.
The tension is instant.
“Hey,” Chan says, standing up too quickly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t move fast enough.
You give a small nod. “Hi.”
That’s it. No smile. No warmth. Just a polite, distant greeting that hurts more than if you had walked in screaming at them.
Felix is the first one to bridge the gap. He walks toward you slowly, his hands held out slightly as if he’s approaching something fragile that might shatter at the slightest vibration.
“You’re back…”
“Just to grab some things,” you reply softly.
The words land like a physical punch to the gut of everyone in the room.
“Things?” Changbin repeats, panic flickering in his voice. “You’re… leaving?”
You hesitate for a second, and that hesitation says more than a thousand words ever could.
“No,” Chan says quickly, stepping closer. “No, you’re not—we’re not letting it end like that. Please… just talk to us.”
Your grip tightens on your bag.
“I don’t really know what there is to talk about.”
Minho flinches at the coldness in your tone. Seungmin looks down at his hands, unable to face you. Hyunjin finally finds his feet and steps forward, his voice quieter and more broken than they’ve ever heard it.
“We’re sorry.”
You don’t respond, so he keeps going, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked at you like that. We shouldn’t have assumed the worst. You didn’t deserve that.”
Jisung runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated—with himself. “I said things I didn’t mean. I was angry and I took it out on you, and that’s not—there’s no excuse for that.”
“I avoided you,” Felix adds, his voice breaking. “Even when I knew something felt off. I’m so sorry…”
Jeongin steps closer, eyes glossy. “I didn’t defend you. I just stayed quiet. That’s on me too.”
Seungmin exhales shakily. “I pride myself on being rational, but I wasn’t. I hurt you.”
Minho finally looks at you—really looks at you. There’s something raw and bleeding in his expression now.
“I said you just wanted attention,” he mutters, the words tasting like ash. “That was… messed up. You’ve never been that person. I knew that in my heart, and I just… I chose to ignore it.”
All of them owning every look, every word, and every silence.
No excuses about the stress of the comeback. No deflecting onto the intern.
Just pure, unadulterated guilt.
And Chan steps in front of you last. His voice is the quietest of all. “I should’ve believed you. More than anyone else in this world, I should have been the one standing in front of you.”
That’s the one that cracks something in your chest.
Because he’s right.
Out of all of them—the leader, the one who calls you family more than anyone—he should have known.
“I trusted evidence more than I trusted you,” he continues, eyes shining. “And that’s not what a leader does. That’s not what someone who cares about you does.”
A heavy silence settles over the dorm. All eyes are on you, waiting. You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat.
“…I get why you were upset,” you say slowly. “The situation was bad. I understand that.”
Relief flickers across a few faces but it fades just as quickly when you continue.
“But you didn’t just get upset,” you add, voice tightening. “You decided it was me. Immediately.”
No one interrupts. Because they can’t.
“You didn’t even hesitate.”
Your hands tremble slightly, but you keep going.
“I kept telling you I didn’t do it. I was right there, and none of you believed me.”
You don’t stop.
“I felt like I was begging just to be trusted. And that’s…” you shake your head. “That’s not how it’s supposed to be.”
Chan looks like he’s about to reach out, to say something, but you take a small step back. Just a few inches. That tiny movement says everything.
“I forgive you,” you say.
They all freeze.
“But I don’t feel okay yet.”
The words are soft and painfully honest. They’re somehow heavier than anger.
“I don’t think I can just… go back to normal like nothing happened.”
Minho clenches his jaw, his eyes dropping to the floor. Hyunjin looks away, his shoulders shaking. Changbin nods slowly, accepting the weight of your words even though it clearly hurts him to hear them.
“That’s fair,” Chan says. “You don’t have to.”
You shift your bag on your shoulder.
“I’m not leaving the group,” you add quietly. “But… I need time.”
No one argues. They don’t have the right to demand anything from you anymore.
“Take all the time you need,” Seungmin says gently.
Felix wipes his tears. “We’ll wait.”
Changbin nods. “We’ll do better.”
Jeongin gives you a small, shaky smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Minho just mutters, “We’ll prove we’re worth trusting again.”
Chan steps back, giving you space this time.
“We’re not giving up on you,” he says softly. “Even if you need distance… we’ll be here.”
You nod, but you don’t move closer to them. Not yet.
And they notice that too.
The way you linger near the edges.
The way your voice stays careful and guarded.
The way you look at them like you’re measuring every word, every action like you’re walking on eggshells around people who were once your safest place.
It hurts.
But they don’t rush you.
They don’t demand hugs or smiles or forgiveness.
They just—try.
Small things at first.
Gentler voices when they speak to you. Softer approaches when they enter a room you're in. They check in without pushing for an answer. They give you all the space in the world, while making sure you never actually feel alone.
Because they know now that trust isn’t something you say sorry for.
It’s something you rebuild, brick by brick, day by day.
And this time, they’re not letting it break again.
【Summary】: Your sweet pirate just wanted to give you a parting gift before his next big adventure. One you wouldn't forget for months to come.
『Word count』: 2.74k
-> Genre: Fantasy Au. Smut. Fluff. Angst. Comedy.
[Warnings]: Warlock Hybrid Yeosang. Swearing. Gross drunk men. Mention of harassment. Hero Yeosang. Powers. Fire blades. Mention of a saloon. Old-timey words. Pet names. Saliva kink. Big dick Yeo. Sub reader. Dom Yeosang. Dirty talk. Details of the reader's body fitting into a curvy plus stature. Begging. Unprotected sex. Cumming inside. Slight breeding kink. Fingering. Yeosang is a cocky bitch. Mention of a Woosan relationship. Poly relationship mentioned. Pirate teez mention teehee.
It was like any other day. The air was riddled with the smell of the salty sea that was just over the bend of the hill. Loud men filled your ears with drunken nonsense in between slurps of their ale. It wasn't even midday, but yet, at least twenty men were already on the floor. But you guess it's happy hour somewhere beyond the big blue.
You sigh, picking up three glasses before putting them on your tray and moving towards the bar in a swift motion in order to avoid creepy men's hands. Most didn't mean to play rough, but most men just have sticky fingers. You knew you'd get harassed because this is the type of job you got. And most of the time, it didn't phase you, but you knew it annoyed others more than you.
"You lay a hand on her again, and you will lose those fingers." Yeosang barked, picking up the drunk guy who was hunched on his chair by the shirt collar. Yeosang's free hand was held behind him but not out of the men's view. The whole table saw out a blade made of fire magically appeared in the shaggy-haired male. They were nothing but shitting their pants, feeling anxious about angering the warlock.
"We are sorry about our friend Sir Kang. Please forgive his foolish actions." One of the less drunken men at the table slurred. It was as if they all suddenly sobered up, feeling a tension simmer through the whole saloon.
"How about I punish you anyway? Just to prove a point." Yeo smirked, loving to see fear consume such pitiful excuses of humankind. They all jumped to their friends' defence, making the bar roar with loud shouting. You sighed, having lost the fun while watching the interaction. So you whistled loudly, getting everyone's attention, including your brooding Vaelock lover.
"Alright, ladies. You've had your fun. Now fuck off before I send word to the knights." And just like that, all the men from the table piled out through the front door in a hurry. They were like puppies running away with their tails between their legs. But you knew when the sunset by the next few hours, they'd be back. They always came back.
Yeosang dropped his power, fixing his jacket slightly before waltzing over to you with a sly smirk. It always made him feel power when he got to hurt or scare men, but it made him feel even more powerful when it was that he was protecting you. He leaned against the large dark oak bar while he watched you behind it, placing the empty and half-empty tall pint glasses into the wash-up tub. He just stood there for a moment, watching you with abortion in his eyes. He watched how your hair would fall in front of your face when you bent down for something. Or how you had tucked your shirt into your pants today. It sat nicely on your plump figure. And he can't let his eyes wander too much as they land on your lips. Your very kissable lips. The lips he loves so much, especially when they are wrapped around his co—
"You got such a staring problem." You mumbled with a small smile, making him suddenly look away with a blush painting his features.
"I do not." He feels slight embarrassment from his dirty thoughts only moments ago. At least you couldn't read minds. "I'll be off by the coming hour." He changed the subject.
"Off on another adventure." You sigh softly, feeling a little lump in your throat form. You knew his life was on the sea, but it always made you nervous when he left. The waves can be large and unforgiving. Just as the weather can be cruel. His life can easily be taken away, and it kept you up at night whenever he felt for the docks.
"Yes. Captain said he found some news on Atlantis City. If we find it, we will finally be able to be done with these wanted posters and outlaw crap." Yeosang spoke with only a small amount of distance in his tone. Like he was off in his own world. They had been looking for this cromer thing for months with the idea that they could get redemption from the kingdom of East Valley. And how did they disrespect the kingdom, you may ask...well, that was a very long story. But in the shortest way to put it, they angered the king.
And why might a king be mad at a group of immature pirates? Simple. They are pirates, and royalty just has something against the lower class, especially those who bend the rules and live out on the sea. And because San and Wooyoung slept with the Princess....at the same time...
They went to East Valley on a job. To find a cromer for this warlock, but in toe, figured out that the King was the one who had it stolen from the old wizard years and years ago. So they needed to get into the castle, grab it, and leave. Like they weren't ever there. But the Princess saw San and Wooyoung and when Seonghwa told them to keep her distracted, he didn't think they would fuck her...
"Wait... You are looking for Atlantis city?!" Your voice came out strained and uneasy. This caught Yeosang's attention, tilting his head in concern.
"Yes. I thought I told you months ago?"
"You said you were looking for a hidden kingdom. I couldn't have guessed Atlantis." You were worried. Anyone who goes looking for such a place nine out of ten turn up dead or go missing. Worry clouded your mind, feeling your breath quicken. Yeosang suddenly jumps the bar so he can stand next to you. His body heat melted your cold, anxious thoughts. He leant his head on top of yours, holding you tightly in his arms. He knew of your worry and how to beg for him to stay. And he felt guilty every time he left. But he loves the sea and wouldn't see a life without it. But he also couldn't see a life without you. He was stuck at a crossroads.
"I'll be safe. You know I will. Hwa is an excellent navigator. And the captain would never put us in danger for anything. We come first." His words made you feel better, slightly. He pulled away from you so he could look you in the eyes. They were filled with tears, just waiting to be let out. You didn't want to cry. But your emotions seemed to have other plans.
"Just promise me. Promise none of you will get hurt ..."
He had to chuckle at the fact you referenced everyone. You had grown close to his crew since the day you met. Yeosang obviously tried to keep you for himself for a while, but alas, the others also found interest in you. Little did they know you were actually bedded with Yeosang already.
"None of us will be in danger. I promise." He gave you a small kiss on your forehead. It was a moment of peace in his arms. Like the world had stopped. You were the first to pull away, putting down the bar rag and moving things around to keep your hands occupied. Yeosang chuckled at your flustered state, suddenly recalling the dirty thoughts he had prior. And then a new thought came to mind.
"You know..." He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of your pants before pulling your body back into his. Your back flushed against his chest he leaned down so his face could sit nicely in your neck. "I could go for a parting gift. Something for me to remember while out at sea.
Your face flushed red and you looked around the large opened room, thanking the gods that the only customers that were still in the bar were either passed out or too far to hear your lover's filth idea.
"I..." You were going to decline out of embarrassment, but then the idea simmered in your mind making your thigh clench at the thought. "My shift finishes in ten minutes."
He chuckled darkly at you, giving your neck a few kisses for saying. "You know where to find me." Leaving, you flustered while he walked out of the bar as if nothing just happened.
-
"Yeosang!!" You moaned feeling a slight burn at the twisted position you were in. Your legs were hung over his shoulders while he practically bent you in half as he pounded into you. His teeth grazed against your neck as his muscles tensed from the exertion. Your hands fly to find something to hold onto, gasping out moans as his hands find yours. His fingers lace with yours before pinning them to the mattress.
"I'll make sure to fill your cup. So you are nice and full while I'm gone." Yeosang grunted, feeling sweat beads form against his hairline.
You whine in response, his words weren't fully registering in your pleasured-filled mind. You were so lost in the grunts and pants he spilled into your ears as he pressed so deep, fucking into the perfect spot that had your thighs quivering on either side of his head. Your plump legs were dropped to a more comfortable position on his waist as he gripped your cheeks with his fingers. Your mouth opened instinctively as he pursed his lips, gathering saliva before spitting it in your mouth and smothering your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clanking together from the punishing thrusts as his hips rutted yours.
"My pretty Darling. Mine... All of this is mine." A sick smile curled his lips, goosebumps lining his skin when your shaky hands found their way up his chest and to his shaggy black hair. Fingers tangling in it as you blubbered incoherent words, a shift in his hips tensing your body and making your hands tug the sweat-dampened strands. He's strained from the angle of his head being pulled back. The column of his neck looked as if it was begging to be marked up as you pulled him down to you, latching your lips to his pulse point and sucking harshly on the skin. His vulgar sounds vibrated against your mouth as his warm right hand slipped between your slick bodies to toy with your clit. Your back arches painfully at the overwhelming feeling.
"Fuck Yeo... Please FUccckk." You scream throwing your head back feeling Yeosang press sloppy circles to your sensitive bud while his thrusts suddenly lose their rhythm. He suddenly wanted to see your face, so, picking up his hand slightly he waved a finger in the air, making your hands tug off his hair within a second. You try to move your hands away from either side of your face but alas, his power that bands an invisible cuff around them made it impossible.
"Come on baby, whose cock is this, hmm?"
You mumble inaudibly over the wet sounds of skin slapping. His lips brushed over yours mixing his breath with yours. His hips snap forward, his thick cock ramming into a spot that got you seeing stars. His hand leaves leave your clit, one gripping your hip, bruising the soft curves while the other grabs a hand full of your large bust. "I asked you a question, Doll.."
"Mine- mine, all mine-" you finally cried out, words slurring together from the seemingly permanent fog that had settled over your mind. He finally let your hands free from his hold in a silent gesture for his next move.
"Prove it then."
"I can't- I- Yeo, please-" you cry, tears pooling in your eyes while your fingers slip down to dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders. The stinging sensation only urged him to keep going while a shaky moan escaped his lips.
"You can do it, Darling. Take what's yours." He demanded jaw clenched tight and pace faltering. Your ankles hooked together at the base of his back, heels digging into the spot to pull him impossibly deeper as you frantically rocked your hips against him along with his thrusts. Yeosang grunts in a pleased response, head dipping down to bite a mark to your shoulder as his cock twitched in your velvety walls. Your orgasm tore through you like wildfire. Stealing the breath from your lungs and making your body convulse. His guttural moan was almost barely heard over the roaring in your ears as hot spurts of his cum filled you.
Your body was worn out when he slipped from between your shaking thighs. A soft whine pulled from your throat when you felt his middle and ring finger against your cunt, pressing the seed that had seeped from you back into your walls. Your overstimulated cunt already clenched around the digits and body fully reacting to the shocks of pleasure as he finger fucks you.
"Best parting gift ever,"
-
Yeosang ran over the dock as fast as his legs to take him. The ship was in sight, and his heartbeat finally could rest easy, knowing his captain wasn't just going to up and leave him like he had been threatened in the past. His feet land on the familiar oak beauty. He spots his friends scattered around the deck, one in particular―a like blonde―shaking his head in annoyance.
"Next time we leave you." The blonde shouts heading up to the stern deck where the wheel is. Yeosang just huffed out in response, turning his attention to the redhead and his feline-featured lover.
"So how was it?" Wooyoung giggled.
Yeosang choked looking dumbfounded. "What?!"
"You know. How was she? Or he. Or both. I don't judge."
"Shut up Wooyoung." Jongho suddenly appeared from the captain's quarters fixing his overcoat slightly. "Don't you have a kitchen to stock?"
Wooyoung went to reply with a snarky remark but San pulled him away with a small smile telling him to drop it. Yeosang shook his head slightly glancing over at the younger male. The raven-haired man waltzed over slowly, keeping his unreadable expression until he stood only centimetres away from him.
"She okay?" He spoke softly knowing exactly where he had been for the past couple of hours. Yeo had to chuckle at his words as sudden flashes of your fucked out expression and blissful moans echoed in his mind.
"Uh yeah. Last time I checked." he couldn't hide the smug smirk on his face.
"Last time you checked uh-huh," Jongho smirked lightly hitting his shoulder while nodding.
Yeo just bit his lip, watching Jongho walk away.
-
"Cap, what's the plan?" Yunho tilted his head until he heard a crack. Seonghwa was pacing around the large map on the big oak table. "Do we travel west?"
"If he cut through this roar he can make it to the caving island before the storm hits," Mingi spoke up an idea, making the captain nod slowly, leaning into his chair ever so slightly.
"Do it. Three days will be added to our trip, but we'll make it happen." Hongjoong waved his hand, standing up before turning to look out the window, seeing the dark clouds approaching east. The rest of the crew gear up for the sudden travel. Heading west to a small island riddled with caves big enough to hold a ship until the storm blows over.
-
"This storm is getting bad out there. They should be okay right..." You stood by the water's edge as your friend Livera played with a stick in the sand making random scribbles.
"I'm sure they are fine. Besides the storm is probably not that bad." The red hair knelt down finding a crab suddenly emerging from under the sand. She bit her lip in excitement, eyes widening with sparkle inside them.
"I just... What if―Bubs if you are so worried, why don't you go find out?" Her big soft ears that were perched on the top of her head twitch while her tail bright red tail wags slowly.
You turn your attention away from the sweet fox, noticing how the waves crash against the bank as if the ocean calls for you to join it. "Maybe I will."
And you run straight into the water before diving in deep.
STRAY KIDS REACTION — getting interrupted during a heated moment.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ crack. smut. mdni.
Stray Kids getting interrupted in the middle of an intense and heated moment.
❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜
: ̗̀➛ bang chan
Studio lights dimmed, Chan has you pinned against the soundproof wall like he’s about to ruin you for anyone else. His hand is shoved up your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your soaked panties while he grinds his painfully hard cock against your thigh.
“Been dying to fuck you raw in this studio,” he growls, voice wrecked, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna make you scream my name so loud the members hear it through the walls—”
RING RING RING RING.
His manager’s name flashes like Satan himself.
Chan’s entire body freezes mid-thrust. He lets out the most pained, horny groan known to man and drops his head between your tits.
“Fuck my life. If I don’t answer he’ll send a search party.”
He stays pressed against you, still rock hard and twitching.
“Baby… talk dirty to me while I answer. I need something to stay hard through this call.”
: ̗̀➛ lee minho
Minho’s got you bent over the kitchen island like a five-star meal. Shorts yanked down to your knees, his hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks while two fingers are already knuckle-deep inside you, curling viciously.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” he purrs, biting your shoulder. “Clenching around my fingers like you want me to breed you right here on the counter—”
CRASH!
Glass explodes. Soonie has committed war crimes and knocked over an entire bottle of expensive wine.
Minho stills, fingers still buried deep. He slowly turns his head like a possessed demon.
“You absolute menace.” He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, sucks them clean while glaring at the cat, then looks back at you with a feral smirk.
“New plan. I’m locking all three cats in the bathroom, then fucking you stupid on this counter. Don’t move.”
: ̗̀➛ seo changbin
Changbin has you lifted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock grinding hard against your clothed core like he’s trying to fuck you through the fabric. Sweat is already dripping down his neck.
“Fuck— you’re dripping through your panties,” he rasps, voice deep and animalistic. “Gonna split you open, baby. Gonna make this pussy cry for me—”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“FOOD DELIVERY!”
Changbin’s head snaps toward the door like he wants to murder someone. He yells back without moving an inch, still grinding slow and filthy,
“LEAVE IT OUTSIDE OR I’LL PAY YOU TO WAIT THERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES!”
He looks back at you, eyes wild, lips swollen. “If that guy knocks again I’m answering the door with my dick out. Fair warning.”
: ̗̀➛ hwang hyunjin
Hyunjin has you sprawled on the couch, shirt pushed up, mouth latched onto your nipple while his hips roll deep and sensual between your legs. You can feel every inch of his long, hard cock pressing right against your clit through his thin sweatpants.
“Want to cover you with my cum tonight,” he moans dramatically, tongue flicking. “Gonna edge you until you’re begging, then ruin this pretty pussy—”
DING.
Mama Hwang: “Honey I’m outside!! I brought kimchi jjigae. Why aren’t you answering the door?“
Hyunjin freezes mid-lick, eyes wide like he just got caught committing a felony. He whispers in pure theatrical horror.
“My mother is outside… while I have a raging boner and your tit in my mouth.”
He dramatically flops his face into your chest. “Tell her we’re sleeping. Tell her i’m still showering. I don’t care. Just buy me time before I actually die.”
: ̗̀➛ han jisung
Jisung is uncharacteristically feral tonight — straddling you, pants shoved down just enough, frantically grinding his leaking cock against your bare stomach while whimpering into your mouth.
“Fuck— I’m so hard it hurts,” he whines, voice cracking. “Want to cum all over you, then fuck you right after, pleasepleaseplease—”
ACHOO!
A nuclear sneeze explodes out of him, followed by two more.
Jisung goes rigid, face scarlet. “I just— I sneezed on my own dick mid session. This is my villain origin story.”
ACHOO!
He hides in your neck, still grinding pathetically. “Don’t laugh— okay laugh, but don’t stop touching me. I’m emotionally fragile and physically desperate.”
: ̗̀➛ lee felix
Felix has you underneath him, deep voice rumbling as he sucks marks into your neck and grinds his thick cock against your soaked panties in slow, filthy circles.
“Gonna eat this pussy till you’re shaking,” he growls, accent heavy with lust. “Then I’m fucking you so deep you’ll feel me for days—”
ALARM BLARING. Kitchen timer screaming and letting you know that the instant ramen is ready.
Felix lifts his head, freckles standing out on his flushed face, looking personally betrayed by the universe.
“…The noodles are done.”
He stares at you dead serious, cock still throbbing against you. “We have thirty seconds to decide: soggy ramen or me railing you until you forget what ramen is.”
Pause.
“Actually, fuck it. Ramen can drown. I’m choosing you.”
: ̗̀➛ kim seungmin
Seungmin has you on his lap, one hand fisted in your hair, the other squeezing your ass as he guides you to grind down on his very obvious, very hard cock. His usual calm is gone — he’s biting your lip, voice low and mean in the hottest way.
“Finally. Now ride me properly before I—”
RING RING RING!
On your phone was his mom calling.
“Seungmin’s Mom ❤️” with a heart emoji and everything.
Seungmin pulls back like he’s been electrocuted, but his hands stay glued to your ass, still squeezing.
“Answer it. Right now.”
You stare at him in disbelief. He smirks, even as his cock twitches under you.
“What? I’m a good son. But the second you hang up…” He leans in, whispering right against your lips, “I’m bending you over and fucking the respect right out of you.”
: ̗̀➛ yang jeongin
Jeongin’s shyness has completely evaporated. He’s got you pinned to his bed, tongue in your mouth, one hand boldly squeezing your breast while his hips rut desperately against you, hard cock straining in his pants.
“Want you so bad— can I fuck you? Please? I’ll be so good, I’ll make you cum so many times—”
LIGHTS OUT.
Total blackout. All lights in the room dies.
You both freeze, breathing heavy in pitch darkness. Jeongin lets out the most dramatic, betrayed whine.
“Are you actually kidding me?! Right now when I finally have the chance after aching all day?!”
He still hasn’t stopped grinding slowly against your thigh in the dark.
“…We have condoms in the drawer. I have muscle memory. We can do this blind. Or… we can laugh and I’ll keep dry-humping you until the power comes back. Your choice, no pressure.”
Summary: He swears he's listening. He just keeps getting distracted by your eyes and everything he's been trying to tell you.
A/N: Inspired by this song I'm so obsessed with. Just a cute and fluffy little piece to keep y'all entertained while I work on San's By Order of the Black Pirates chapter. Also, happy Seonghwa day!🥹💕
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The first thing he noticed was your eyes.
It wasn't intentional—at least, that's what your boyfriend told himself. He had meant to greet you properly, to say good morning like a normal person, maybe ask about your night like he always did.
Instead, he just… stopped.
"Did you sleep all right, princess?"
The question came out a beat too late, like he was catching up to his own body. You nodded, answering him easily, your voice soft in the quiet calm of a Sunday morning. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting everything gold—your hair, your skin, the faint curve of your smile.
Your eyes.
He didn't hear your answer. Not really.
Seonghwa tried, he really did. He watched your lips move, tried to piece together the words, but they blurred somewhere between you and the way your eyes crinkled just slightly when you talked.
"…Hwa, baby? Are you listening?"
He blinked. "Oh—yeah. Of course I am."
He absolutely was not.
A flicker of suspicion crossed your expression, but it melted quickly into something softer, fond. You were used to him like this: quiet, attentive, always looking. You'd just... never quite realised how much he was looking.
He leaned his chin into his hand, elbow propped on the table as he watched you continue talking beside him. About something small. Something ordinary.
It might've been about breakfast.
Or maybe your plans for the day.
He didn't know.
Because your eyes—
God, your eyes.
They caught the light in a way that felt unfair, like something out of a dream he hadn't realised he was having. There was warmth in them, something so unguarded and real that it made his chest ache.
He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
"Hwaaa… you're staring again," you whined softly in a mumble, a little embarrassed now, glancing away.
"I am," he admitted immediately, a soft grin tugging at his lips as he finally gave in, pulling your chair closer to his in the cosy corner of the café. A small squeal left you as he wrapped an arm around you, pressing soft, teasing kisses to your cheek, then your neck, just enough to make you squirm.
When you settled again, his words caught up to you. "Wait… you are?"
"Mm."
There was no teasing in his voice, no playfulness, just quiet honesty. The kind that made your heart trip over itself.
You laughed it off, shaking your head as you tucked yourself into your safe place, the crook of his neck. "You're so weird."
Maybe.
But he kept looking anyway. His hand came up to cup your face, gently guiding you to look at him again, his thumb brushing slow, absentminded strokes against your cheek. Because he'd been trying to tell you. In small ways. In soft confessions tucked between jokes, in lingering glances, in the way he sometimes chose the seat across from you just so he could see you properly.
"I wasn't ignoring you earlier," he said suddenly.
You tilted your head slightly, leaning into his touch. "Hm?"
"When you were talking, princess." He adjusted his hold on you, gaze unwavering. "I just… got distracted."
"By what?"
He almost laughed. "By you."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes—those same eyes—and it hit him all over again, that dizzy, helpless feeling. "You're impossible."
"No," he murmured, softer now. "Just… honest."
A pause settled between you.
The air shifted, just a little.
You looked at him properly this time, searching his face like you were trying to decide if he was joking, if this was just another one of his quiet, strange moments.
It wasn't.
"I mean it," he said, voice gentle but steady. "I like looking at you. A lot."
Your breath caught, just barely. Even after years of dating, he never failed to make your heart flutter like it did in the beginning.
Maybe it never really stopped.
"And your eyes…" He exhaled softly, something almost shy tugging at his lips. "I don't think you realise how pretty they are. How pretty you are... I really am the luckiest bastard in this world, am I not?"
You blinked.
That was new.
You'd heard compliments before, about your smile, your laugh, your style, but this…
The way he said it, like it mattered. Like it was something he'd been holding onto for a long time.
"…Hwa," you whispered.
He shook his head lightly, like he was reassuring you, or maybe himself. "I'm not just sweet-talking you," he continued. "I don't think I ever have. I just—"
He hesitated. Just for a second.
Then he looked at you again, right into your eyes, like he couldn't do anything else. "…I think I love you."
The words settled between you, quiet but heavy. The L word. It was the first time he'd ever said it.
You stared at him.
He held your gaze, steady now. Certain. No hesitation. No distraction.
Just you.
"I mean… I've been trying to tell you," he added, a little sheepish. "I just didn't think you'd—"
"I didn't," you interrupted softly.
He blinked. "Didn't…?"
"Understand."
A small smile spread across his face, soft, relieved, a little in awe. "Yeah," he murmured. "That sounds about right."
A quiet breath left you as he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your lips. It lingered, gentle, unhurried, as you kissed him back. When he pulled away, it was only by a fraction, your lips still brushing, his gaze still locked on yours. Like neither of you quite wanted to let go of the moment.
"Stop staring at me like that, silly," you mumbled, cheeks warm.
Seonghwa tilted his head slightly. "…I can't, princess."
You groaned softly, hiding your face for a second before peeking back at him.
He was still looking. Of course he was. Completely, hopelessly, utterly— "Infatuated," he finished quietly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's how I am with you."
And maybe, just maybe, when you met his gaze this time without looking away, you understood.
"I love you too, Hwa."
I AM ALIVE. I swear San's chapter is coming, it's already 14k words in, and you can probably expect it sometime this month or the next (I can only work on it during weekends… you know how it is SOBSSS). In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this little delulu piece.
As always, thank you for sticking around and reading! <3
Frustrated Stray Kids trying and struggling to take your bra off during a heavy make out session.
❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜
: ̗̀➛ chan
You’re straddling Chan on the couch, the kiss deep and messy. His hands slide under your shirt, tugging it off in one smooth motion.
Then his fingers reach your bra clasp.
He tries once…
twice…
a third time while still kissing you like he can’t bear to pull away.
“Stupid fucking thing—” he mutters against your lips, clearly annoyed.
You can’t help but giggle into the kiss.
Your giggles make him narrow his eyes playfully. Instead of forcing it, he grabs the front of your bra with both hands and simply yanks the cups apart, stretching the fabric until the clasp gives up with a loud snap.
He immediately lowers his head and sucks one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking teasingly.
You moan and reach back anyway, letting the broken bra fall completely.
He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny, and smirks up at you.
“Finally,” he breathes, voice low and cocky. “Cute that you were laughing at me… but look who’s moaning now, baby.”
: ̗̀➛ minho
Minho’s hands are impatient the second your shirt hits the floor.
He keeps kissing you, slow and teasing, while his fingers fumble with the clasp like it personally offended him.
After the fourth failed attempt, he growls softly against your mouth.
“Why won’t you just open, you annoying piece of shit—”
You giggle.
Minho lets out a frustrated little whine, then just pushes the cups of your bra down instead of fighting the clasp anymore. His mouth immediately latches onto one of your tits, sucking hard, tongue swirling.
The smugness is instant when he feels you moan and arch into him.
You reach back, easily unclasping the bra and letting it fall.
Minho lifts his head just enough to look at you, lips glistening, expression dripping with smug satisfaction.
“Finally,” he drawls, voice husky. “Took you long enough, kitten. Thought I was gonna have to rip it off.”
: ̗̀➛ changbin
Changbin is already breathing hard when he tugs your shirt off. The kiss is hungry.
His fingers attack the bra clasp with pure determination… and fail miserably.
He whines into your mouth, frustrated. “Come on, just— why is this so damn hard—”
Your giggle makes him pause.
Frustrated, he sits up straighter, lifts you slightly, and flips you onto your back on the couch in one smooth motion. He hovers over you, finally getting the right angle to unhook the bra with both hands.
The moment it’s loose, he tugs it off completely and dives down to your breasts.
Changbin pulls back just enough to smirk, eyes dark.
“Finally,” he says, voice rough. “Moan for me again, baby. Louder.”
: ̗̀➛ hyunjin
Hyunjin’s kisses are always dramatic and passionate.
When he can’t get your bra off after several tries, he lets out the most dramatic frustrated whine against your lips.
“Ugh— this stupid bra hates me tonight—”
You burst into giggles.
Instead of fighting it more, he leans back, grabs the straps, and slowly slides them down your arms while still kissing you, then reaches behind with both hands and finally unhooks it with exaggerated care. He pulls the bra away like it’s a dramatic reveal.
His mouth finds your chest instantly, sucking softly.
Hyunjin looks up at you, lips swollen and shiny, a smug little smile playing on his face.
“Finally,” he murmurs, voice velvet-soft but teasing. “My pretty girl laughing at me… how rude. But I like the sounds you make when I do this much better.”
: ̗̀➛ jisung
Jisung is kissing you like he’s trying to win a competition, hands eager. The bra clasp defeats him completely.
He keeps trying while refusing to stop kissing you, getting more and more whiny.
“Argh— why won’t you cooperate, you evil little—!”
When you start giggling, he whines louder.
“Babyyy—”
Jisung lets out a low frustrated sound, pulls back just enough to look at what he’s doing, then spins you around so your back is against his chest. He finally manages to unhook it from behind with better leverage.
The bra falls away.
You moan as his hands cup your bare breasts from behind. He kisses your neck, voice smug and deep.
“Finally,” he says, voice breathy and cocky. “It’s cute how you were laughing at me earlier. But now you’re making my most favorite sound.”
: ̗̀➛ felix
Felix’s kisses are sweet and deep until the bra becomes a problem.
He struggles adorably, still kissing you, little frustrated noises escaping him.
“Why is it being so stubborn tonight— c’mon—”
Your giggles make him whine cutely.
“It’s not funnyyy—”
Then he just pushes the straps down until your bra reaches to your waist, mouth immediately finding your nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder when you moan. His deep voice vibrates against your skin.
You reach back and unclasp it easily.
Felix looks up at you, freckles flushed, lips glossy, a smug little smirk on his face.
“Finally,” he says, voice low and husky. “You laughed at me… but I still win. Listen to those pretty moans.”
: ̗̀➛ seungmin
Seungmin tries to play it cool, but after the third failed attempt at the clasp he lets out an annoyed little huff against your lips.
“This stupid bra is testing my patience—”
When you giggle, he narrows his eyes.
He doesn’t push or yank.
Instead, he calmly reaches for the front, slides his fingers under the band, and simply pulls the entire bra up and over your head like a shirt, bypassing the clasp completely.
The second your tits are free, his mouth is on you, sucking with precise, teasing pressure.
You moan and shiver.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, one eyebrow raised, voice low and smug.
“Problem solved. You can stop laughing now, puppy.”
: ̗̀➛ jeongin
Jeongin is kissing you shyly at first, but it turns eager fast. When he can’t get the bra off, his cheeks flush with frustration. He whines softly into the kiss.
“Come on… why won’t you just— ugh—”
Your soft giggles make him even more determined (and a little embarrassed).
He takes a breath, lifts you higher on his lap for better access, then reaches around with both arms and finally manages to unhook it after concentrating hard.
The bra falls away.
He wastes no time burying his face in your chest, sucking gently but hungrily.
You moan, holding onto his shoulders
Jeongin looks up at you, lips wet, a smug little smile breaking through his flushed face.
“Finally,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “Laughing at me earlier… but now you’re the one making all those sounds. Cute.”
Synopsis: the world knows bang chan is married but they only ever see glimpses of you. shy, gentle, and private, you stay out of the spotlight… yet every small moment fans catch only makes them adore you more
Tags / Warnings / Genre: fluff, soft romance, idol!au, married life, shy!reader, media attention, privacy, comfort
Word Count: ~1.3k
It wasn’t a secret.
That was the surprising part.
Bang Chan was married and everyone knew.
Not in a scandalous, breaking-news kind of way. It had been announced properly, respectfully, with a simple statement asking for privacy. No dramatic reveals, no overexposure. Just the truth, laid out gently for the world to accept.
And they did.
Mostly.
You had been married for a little over two years now. Long enough for the initial shock to fade, long enough for people to grow used to the idea that their leader..someone they had watched for years had built a life outside of the stage.
But you?
You were still a mystery.
There were no interviews, no personal posts, no curated glimpses into your life. Your social media existed, but it was quiet...rare updates, soft pictures, nothing that gave too much away. You liked it that way.
You had never been someone who enjoyed attention.
Even now, standing backstage at one of Chan’s concerts, your hands lightly gripping the sleeves of his hoodie, you felt that familiar nervous energy settle in your chest.
“You okay?” Chan asked softly, leaning down just enough so only you could hear.
You nodded quickly. “Mhm.”
He didn’t look convinced...but he smiled anyway, brushing his thumb gently against your hand before being called away.
Your relationship with the members was… comfortable.
Not loud, not chaotic...at least not on your end.
They had learned quickly that you were shy, especially around attention, and they adjusted without making it a big deal. They never pushed, never teased you in ways that would make you retreat. Instead, they met you where you were.
Felix was usually the one who stayed closest in crowded spaces, subtly making sure you weren’t overwhelmed.
Seungmin checked in quietly, asking if you needed anything without drawing attention.
Changbin brought you snacks like it was his personal mission.
Minho didn’t say much but he always noticed when you were uncomfortable before anyone else did.
Jisung filled silences with easy conversation when you didn’t know what to say.
Hyunjin treated you gently, like you might disappear if he spoke too loudly.
And Jeongin—
Jeongin just smiled at you, bright and reassuring, like he understood without needing words.
They never treated you like an outsider.
They treated you like family.
Still, the outside world was… different.
No matter how private you tried to be, people were always watching.
Paparazzi lingered in places you frequented, cameras ready for even the smallest glimpse. Walking beside Chan in public meant constant awareness hands brushing together, his presence grounding you as flashes occasionally broke through the calm.
He always noticed.
Always.
“Stay close,” he’d murmur, guiding you gently, never rushing you but never letting you feel alone either.
Most of the time, you kept your head down.
But sometimes—
Sometimes people approached.
Like the girl outside a café one afternoon.
You had been waiting while Chan ordered, standing quietly off to the side when she hesitated before stepping closer.
“Hi… I’m sorry, I don’t want to bother you,” she said, voice careful. “I just… I think you’re really sweet.”
You blinked, surprised.
“M-me?” you asked softly.
She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I saw you at the concert once… you were waving from the side. It was really cute.”
Your face warmed instantly.
“Oh… thank you,” you murmured, bowing your head slightly out of habit.
Chan returned just in time to catch the end of it, his expression softening as he looked between you.
“Everything okay?” he asked gently.
You nodded again, a little flustered.
“She was just being nice,” you said quietly.
The girl laughed nervously. “Sorry again—I just wanted to say hi.”
Chan smiled warmly. “No need to apologize. Thank you for being kind.”
Moments like that didn’t happen often but when they did, they stayed with you.
Online, those small interactions turned into something bigger.
Short clips. Blurry photos. Stories passed from person to person.
“she’s so shy but so sweet”
“chan looks at her like she’s everything”
“the way she bowed?? 😭”
You didn’t see most of it.
Chan did.
And every time, he felt the same quiet mix of relief and protectiveness.
He knew how overwhelming it could be for you.
Knew how much effort it took just to step into his world, even for a moment.
That’s why, when the day was over when the noise faded and the cameras were gone he made sure your world stayed yours.
At home, everything was different.
Quieter.
Softer.
You’d move around the space comfortably, no pressure, no eyes watching. Sometimes reading, sometimes sitting beside him while he worked, sometimes just existing in the same room without needing to fill the silence.
He loved that most.
Loved the way you’d lean into him without thinking, the way your voice stayed soft but sure when it was just the two of you.
“You did really well today,” he said one night, arms wrapped loosely around you as you sat together on the couch.
You shook your head immediately. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You talked to someone,” he pointed out gently. “That’s not nothing.”
You hesitated.
Then, quietly—
“It’s easier when you’re there.”
His expression softened instantly.
“I’ll always be there,” he said.
And he meant it.
Because to the world, you might’ve been a mystery.
A quiet figure beside someone constantly in the spotlight.
But to him ,You were everything steady in a life that rarely slowed down.
