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( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen yours and a strangers kiss cam goes viral on the internet, you now make it your life’s mission to track him down — only you don’t know he is doing the exact same.
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best friend! Kim 𝓢eungmin x f!reader x campus crush! Bang 𝓒han 9,193 words
in 𝓦hich: you can do nothing but complain to your best friend seungmin about the thin walls of your apartment and your roommate’s relentless sex life driving you insane. you don’t have to guts to admit to him that sometimes you actually listened in, hoping that her hot boyfriend, chris, was pounding into you instead. but seungmin isn't stupid, and he helps you give chris a taste of his own medicine.
content warnings & tags: this honestly became way smuttier than I had expected tbh, so proceed with caution. voyeurism !! 65% of this is dom! seung and the rest needy! chan. eventual threesome, degradation, use of toy, orgasm denial(?), lots and lots of name-calling, masturbation (f), oral (f & m recieving), unprotected sex, lots of things tbh, so lmk if i missed anything! sexual content ahead, viewer discretion is advised.
conversations with seungmin were like slipping into your favourite worn-out hoodie; something that you don't even remember when it had become a constant in your life.
somewhere between late-night study sessions and shared meals at the campus café, he had quietly become your best friend; the one person who had seen you cry over grades, over family calls that ended too abruptly, over dreams that felt too big for dorm-room ceilings. with him, nothing felt too heavy to say out loud.
you were on the phone now, sprawled across your bed, your laptop abandoned somewhere near your feet, whining about the latest group assignment while he laughed—loud, unfiltered, the kind that made your stomach flip even when you pretended it didn’t.
“—and then this idiot submits the wrong file, so now we’re all scrambling like headless chickens,” you groaned, flopping dramatically onto your pillow.
seungmin snorted. “sounds like karma for calling my coding project ‘a glorified calculator app’ last week.”
you laughed despite yourself. “prof seemed to agree with me if i remember correctly.”
he scoffed, already launching into a dramatic defense of his work, when suddenly you heard it. the soft click of the door. followed by hushed giggles. footsteps. your stomach dropped.
“oh no,” you muttered.
“what happened?” seungmin asked, confused at the sudden change in your voice.
before you could answer, the muffled sound of voices drifted through the thin walls. your roommate. and her boyfriend.
“ugh,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “it’s happening. again.”
seungmin laughed. because of course he did, with your misery being his main source of entertainment. “what is?”
“it’s sooha and her boyfriend. chris? i’d told you about them, remember?” you replied, lowering your voice instinctively. “they can not keep it in their pants, man, i swear. she’s been dating this guy for, like, two weeks now, and almost every day they decide our dorm is their personal love hotel. it’s so fucking annoying.”
“sucks to be you,” seungmin said, completely unhelpful and way too used to your roommate’s antics.
you huffed, half annoyed, half exhausted, and he moved on, ranting about something else entirely. some professor. some deadline. his voice droned comfortably in your ear, familiar and grounding, and yet your attention betrayed you.
because the noises didn’t stop, they never did.
they only continued till you felt like you were losing your mind.
to be honest, it wasn’t truly even that bad. your rooms were on the opposite ends of the cozy living room, and the walls were thick enough that you could continue with your work without needing to blast music at full volume if you were focused enough.
but it was never about the sounds, no matter how much you told yourself, but it was always about his presence.
the noises started almost immediately— soft at first, the creak of the mattress in the next room, her breathy laugh turning into something softer, needier. then his low murmur, the kind that carried just enough bass to vibrate through the wall. you could picture it too clearly: his hands on her waist, her head tipping back, the way the bedframe would tap rhythmically against the wall soon enough.
you swallowed hard.
“hey? you there?” seungmin’s voice sharpened, his concern cutting through the haze.
you blinked, grounding yourself. “what?”
“you went quiet,” he said. “you okay, angel?”
of course he noticed. he always did. he knew your pauses, your tells, the way your breathing changed when something was wrong. and now this, apparently.
“yeah. yeah, of course,” you said quickly, laughing a little at your awkwardness. “sorry. i’m just… yeah. it’s nothing. continue.”
but it wasn’t nothing.
you’d complained to him countless times about your roommate. about the noise, the lack of boundaries, the frustration of trying to study or sleep through it all.
what you didn’t tell him was the part that made your stomach twist with guilt. the part you buried so deep you barely admitted it to yourself.
that sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone with your thoughts, your imagination betrayed you. that sometimes you pictured her boyfriend in places he had no right to be.
the idea unsettled you as much as it lingered, and the shame of it burned hotter than the thought itself.
“i need to go now,” the muffled sound of seungmin getting up and moving around brought you back. “you sure you’re okay? you can come by if you feel too uncomfortable or something? i’ll just tell the guys to reschedule—”
“no, no, minnie, that won’t be necessary, i’m fine. thank you for offering though,” you say. “sorry for making you worry, i was just… thinking about what we’re gonna do with the project.”
“okay then,” he didn’t sound convinced, but didn’t press further. “all the best, angel.” he ended the call, and silence settled in, making it harder for you to ignore the couple next door.
it had been weeks since your last call with seungmin. assignments, group meetings, finals prep; the usual excuses had kept you both busy and orbiting around each other at a safe distance.
quick waves across the lecture hall, a shared eye-roll during a particularly brutal presentation, but no real time. no late-night rants, no movie marathons, no accidental silences that meant too much.
now that your exams were finally over, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, and you had called seungmin over to make up for lost time.
you hummed to yourself as you fired off yet another text, wearing your most comfortable tank top and shorts; double, triple checking if he had picked up all the snacks you had asked him for;
seung
seungmiinnnnnnn
u got the spicy ramen right?
AND the chips i told u about??
DON’T YOU DARE FORGET THE SOJU
minnniee my loveeeee
pls come quick baby i’m starving
his reply was instant, predictably teasing;
crazy how you only care about me when i bring snacks
yes mom i have everything
stop spamming or i’ll eat them all in the hallway
you practically skipped out of your room when the doorbell rang, bare feet padding across the cool floor, already rehearsing the dramatic “finally!” you were going to greet him with.
but then you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him.
chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, elbows on his knees, thumbs flying across his phone screen with that same focused frown you’d seen a hundred times from across campus. he looked up when you froze in the doorway, and his expression softened instantly into that polite, disarming smile.
“hey,” he said, voice low and easy. his gaze flicked over you— quick, not lingering, but enough to make heat crawl up your neck anyway. you were suddenly hyper-aware of the thin strap slipping off one shoulder, the way the shorts rode up your thighs when you shifted.
“sooha’s not here,” you voiced your first thought, because apparently your brain had forgotten the concept of small talk.
“oh, yeah i know,” he looked sheepish.
no matter what complicated feelings you had about him and sooha, you still knew chris was a good person, who was oblivious to whatever was shared between you and his girlfriend.
and standing there alone with him now, you felt a pang of guilt for how thoroughly you had been avoiding him on campus these past weeks, your eyes finding everyone but his when he waved or smiled at you from across the room.
“sorry for coming here unannounced,” he continued, “but—”
the doorbell rang again, cutting him off, followed almost immediately by seungmin’s unmistakable voice.
“yah, did you die or something? open up before i eat all your snacks! don’t test me!”
you laughed despite yourself, the tension cracking like thin ice as you excused yourself, hurrying to the door.
“i had literally been standing here for, like, three hours,” seungmin complained as soon as you opened the door, his hands reaching to loosen the tie he was still wearing from his part-time job. then suddenly his expression shifted, eyes sliding past you to the living room. “chan hyung? what are you doing here?”
“chan… what?” you echoed faintly, stepping aside to let him in, your brain short-circuiting at how easily that nickname had rolled off seungmin’s tongue.
chris looked up, surprised, then grinned wide. “minnie?”
seungmin stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him, eyes darting between you and chris like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time.
you moved on autopilot, taking the bags from seungmin’s hands and mumbling, “i’ll just… put these in my room,” before you heard the two of them exchange a few words, laughter spilling out effortlessly. you softly clicked your bedroom door shut behind you and leaned against it for a second, breathing.
what the actual fuck?
a few moments later the knob turned. seungmin slipped inside, eyes comically wide, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper the second the latch caught.
“when you said sooha’s horny ass boyfriend was chris, you meant chan hyung?” he was unsure whether he found this funny or horrifying.
“how do you know your chan hyung anyway?” you huffed, somehow feeling annoyed at this new information as you plopped down on the edge of your bed, arms crossed over your chest.
“we used to go to the same high school... was in the same friend group for a while,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes drifting to the way your breasts looked pushed up for a split second. “and we had a few classes together this semester, too,”
he didn’t mention the part where they’d fucked girls in the same room, sometimes at the same time.
“well then how come you never mentioned this friend of yours?” you muttered. your annoyance hid something worse; embarrassment.
seungmin shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “i mean… i don’t know, you never asked? he’s just someone, y’know? it just never came up.”
he dragged your desk chair over and sat facing you, knees almost touching yours. the easy teasing from earlier was gone; now he was watching you carefully, like he could see the embarrassed flush creeping up your cheeks and the way your fingers found the hem of your tank top, an obvious nervous tick.
you huffed, trying to play it off. “great. so i’ve been ranting to you about this guy for weeks, and you’re just… casually friends with him. fan-fucking-tastic.”
seungmin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. “to be fair, you never said his name until like… a month in. plus, i think i know like, i don't know, three chris-es? c’mon. i just never connect the dots.”
you groaned, flopping backward onto the mattress, arms over your face. “i hate everything.”
he laughed fondly, shaking his head at your reaction. a silence washed over the room as he watched you, giving your thoughts room to drift back to months earlier, when it had all begun.
you and sooha were civil in the way strangers sharing a small space learn to be.
polite smiles. short conversations about laundry schedules and whose turn it was to take out the trash. you never fought, but you never clicked either. there was nothing to talk about, no shared humor, no late-night confessions. just co-existence.
and then there was chris.
you were strangers at first, your life more peaceful when you didn’t know of his existence.
but then one mundane day you saw him, laughing with his friends, and something about the way he just existed made everything else blur.
you only knew he was a semester ahead of you, nothing else, but ever since then, you seemed to find him everywhere.
the library steps. the cafe outside the campus. outside your lecture hall. he always smiled at you when your gazes met, not in a way that felt intrusive, just… warm. polite. but somehow intentional enough to feel that his eyes always found yours. enough to make your chest feel oddly tight every time.
a few nights later, you told sooha, the day a blur of cheap alcohol and lowered defenses. your living room smelled like spilled soju and burnt popcorn, and the music from someone else’s room thudded through the walls. you remember sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you giggling at nothing, courage borrowed from the green bottles.
“you know chris, the one with the australian accent? i think i have the biggest crush on that man. he's soo fine,” you giggled between hiccups, the first time you had admitted that fact to yourself.
sooha had gone quiet, just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then shrugged. “cool.”
you'd laughed it off, feeling happy with your first genuine interaction with your roommate, and had passed out on your bed still in your jeans.
and then the next day, head heavy from the hangover and clothes sticking to your body, you found chris on your living room couch.
kissing sooha.
chris's eyes flicked to you for half a second— surprise, maybe guilt— before sooha pulled him back in deeper, choosing to ignore your presence.
you'd slammed your door as you retreated back into your room, hangover soup or a shower be damned. after that day, your secret stayed buried, known only to you.
that was the moment resentment took root. you told yourself that it was about loyalty. about boundaries. there was hatred, yes, but not just for her, although she carried the weight of it.
but if you were honest, the ache burned brighter whenever you saw him. for her getting to taste what you'd only daydreamed about. for the casual way she'd claimed something you'd never even had the courage to reach for.
at first, it was more than just the noise that annoyed you. it was the inconsideration, the timing, the way they never seemed to care if you were studying or trying to sleep. you complained about it endlessly, venting to seungmin, shoving headphones over your ears.
until one night, something shifted.
you were lying on your bed, laptop open, a movie playing that you had lost the plot to hours ago. and like clockwork, the sounds started again.
you waited for irritation to rise. for anger. for that familiar knot of resentment.
it didn’t come.
instead, for once, the noises weren't loud enough.
you shifted, thighs pressing together almost automatically. the bedframe started its steady rhythm—slow at first, then building. you could hear the hitch in her breathing, the way it caught and released. but your mind wasn't on her anymore.
it was on him. always.
your body moved without asking for permission, your cheek pressing against the door before you had even registered leaving the bed. there was a heat that didn’t belong, coiling low in your stomach. your thoughts turned traitor, slipping into places you hadn’t allowed them to go.
you hated it. you hated yourself for it. yet still, that didn’t stop you.
you fell to the ground as your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts without thinking, without letting yourself think.
shame flared hot behind your eyes, but what was hotter was the way you imagined chris's hands, the same ones you'd seen gripping her waist that first day, sliding up your sides instead. his mouth on your neck, the plush lips giving you wet and sloppy kisses, marking you. his hips rolling into you with that same deliberate pace, making the frame knock just like that. the low groan you'd heard him make once or twice, rough and wrecked, vibrating through the wall and straight into your core.
your breath came shorter, fingers brushing over sensitive skin, already slick from nothing more than imagination and sound. it was humiliating how fast it built.
every thrust in the next room echoed in your head as if it were yours. suddenly his weight was pinning you down, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. “you enjoying this, huh?” he smirked, his voice making your core vibrate. he said your name, his lips touching your ears, his voice low, broken, and desperate.
you bit your lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.
the rhythm picked up—faster, harder—and so did your hand, circling, pressing, chasing.
when you came, you let out a load moan, your body feeling limp and hot.
you opened your eyes and you saw no one but yourself on the mirror in front of you, your arousal staining the floor and your nipples hard against your tshirt, shorts abandoned somewhere near your ankles.
the emptiness of the room hit you like a shockwave; sharp, silent, shameful. you lay there afterward with heavy breaths, heart hammering, staring at the ceiling with wet fingers and burning cheeks.
you hated how good it felt.
you hated even more that you knew you'd do it again.
seungmin’s low laugh pulled you back to the present like a hand pulling you from under water.
you blinked, realizing you’d been staring at nothing—lost somewhere between the memory of that first humiliating night and the present, where your thighs were pressed so tightly together the muscle ached, your breathing shallow and uneven.
he was still sitting in the chair he’d dragged over, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could see the mole under his left eye, and the faint dusting of red on his cheeks and ears.
“your breathing’s all fucked up, angel” he said quietly, no teasing this time. just observation. clinical, almost. “and your thighs—” his gaze dropped deliberately to where your legs were clamped shut, then flicked back up to your face. “—are clenched so hard i’m afraid of what i’ll see when i push them apart.”
heat flooded your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy.
you opened your mouth to deny it, to laugh it off, to say anything that would make this moment less real— but nothing came out.
seungmin didn’t look away.
instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, just a fraction, just enough to make your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
“do you listen?” he asked, voice so soft it barely carried. “when chan fucks her. when he gets loud. do you… listen in?”
“i—” you tried to say, but all that came out was a breathy gasp as seungmin put his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the mattress. his breath tickled your neck, and you shivered.
you’d always known seungmin was attractive. objectively, of course (or that's what you told yourself). the kind of attractiveness that made people do double-takes in the café line. the kind that used to make you stare at his fingers when he strummed his guitar, and maybe lose your breath when sometimes he would engulf you in a hug and you felt his hard muscles press against your soft skin.
but you never let those thoughts linger, no matter how hard that was for you, because losing him would gut you worse than any crush ever could.
you stared at him now— really stared— and saw the boy who’d held your hair back after too many shots, who’d stayed up until dawn helping you cram for midterms, who’d once driven across town at 2 a.m. because your voice cracked on the phone and you couldn’t say why.
but right now, with his face buried in your neck, pupils dark and steady, that careful boundary felt paper-thin.
“seungmin,” you whispered, hands clutching his arm to… push him away? but your hands stayed in place, involuntarily giving his arm a squeeze to ground yourself.
on hearing your fragile voice, seungmin pulled back a bit, and your body instinctively arched forward at the absence of his warmth.
he searched your eyes for a moment. “you’ve been disturbed by their noise for so fucking long.” he said, voice just as low, “maybe it’s time you gave him a taste of his own medicine, angel.”
your breath faltered at his proposition, the weight of what he was implying settling between you. but before the words could fully sink in, his mouth finally found the side of your neck.
a surprised, sharp gasp tore out of you. his lips were warm, soft at first, then firmer as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under your jaw. heat exploded under your skin like someone had struck a match. your hands flew to his shoulders—not pushing, just… holding on.
he pulled back again just enough to meet your eyes, a slight frown at your tense reactions.
“hey,” he said, voice rougher yet somehow softer now. “this doesn’t have to change anything between us. this is just me… helping my best friend take some revenge.” his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, even if his gaze burned. “if you don’t want this, any of it, tell me to stop. tell me and i’ll stop right now.”
your mouth was dry. your whole body felt like it was vibrating.
you searched his face, looking for the joke, the safety net, the signs of mirth on his face after he would prank you. it wasn’t there.
all you saw was him. waiting. wanting.
but still giving you the power to end it.
but you were just a girl, with a stupidly attractive best friend whom you trusted more than yourself.
“don’t stop,” you whispered, your lips desperately reaching for his. you felt him smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, and he kissed like he had been wanting this for years. like he wasn’t just helping you get revenge.
his mouth found your collarbone again, and the way he groaned gave you an inkling that maybe the times he had stared at your neck was not him just admiring your necklaces. suddenly, you felt something sharp—his hand pulled a fistful of your hair to gain better access— and you expected to feel pain at his rough actions, but instead, you let out the loudest moan.
outside the room, you heard a thud, as if something had fallen.
“that’s right, baby,” seungmin smirked, giving your hair another pull. “you’ve got to scream for me tonight, show him what he’s been missing,”
seungmin’s hands were firm on your hips as he pushed you back onto the mattress, the springs dipping under your combined weight as he lay your head on the pillow. you landed with a soft bounce, breath catching, and before you could even process the shift, he was hovering over you, knees bracketing your thighs, one palm planted beside your head, caging you in without touching you anywhere you desperately wanted him to yet.
his eyes were dark, amused, predatory in a way you’d never seen directed at you before. the boy who used to steal your fries and fall asleep on your shoulder during movie marathons was gone— in his place was someone who looked like he’d been waiting to unravel you for longer than you’d ever suspected.
you tried to steady your breathing, tried to look at anything but at his face, only for your gaze to snag on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the faint sheen of sweat already gathering at his throat.
then he moved.
he shifted to the side, reaching for your nightstand drawer with casual familiarity, like he’d done it a hundred times before. the drawer scraped open and your stomach dropped.
no. no fucking way.
“you think i don’t know about this?” he pulled it out slowly—your slim, purple vibrator, the one you kept buried under chargers and old files like it was national secrets. the same one you’d used on those nights when chris’ low groans had pushed you over the edge faster than you cared to admit.
seungmin held it up between two fingers, turning it lazily so the light caught the smooth surface. then he looked back at you, smirking, looking triumphant.
your face was already burning, but the heat that rushed through you now felt nuclear. you wanted to disappear into the mattress, wanted to snatch it from him. you wanted—fuck—you wanted him to keep looking at you like that.
“you’re not as slick as you think you are, angel” he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. his thumb flicked the base once—just once—and the toy buzzed to life for a split second before he clicked it off again. “i’ve heard it through the wall more times than i can count.”
your mouth fell open. no sound came out.
he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “every time you think you’re being quiet? every time you bite your pillow so hard and think i can’t hear?” he dragged the cool tip of the vibrator lightly down your chest, grazing your hard nipple over the thin tank top. you arched without meaning to. “i know exactly what you sound like when you come, baby. and i know you’ve thought about me fucking you just as much as you’ve thought about chan.”
a whimper slipped out before you could stop it. seungmin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. his smile was slow, filthy.
“such a little slut,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “getting off to the sound of your roommate getting railed. using this pathetic thing while you pretend it’s his cock instead.” he pressed the vibrator against your inner thigh—still off, just the promise of it making your skin crawl—and dragged it upward in a lazy line.
“but tonight? tonight you’re gonna make noise for real. loud enough that chan can’t pretend he doesn’t hear. loud enough that he’ll lie there next to her wondering who’s making his sweet little neighbor sound like she’s being ruined.”
your thighs trembled. you couldn’t look away from him. “min…”
he clicked the vibrator on—lowest setting—and settled it against the damp cotton of your shorts, directly over your swollen clit. the thin fabric dragged deliciously against you with every tiny buzz, giving the sweetest friction, but also the worst kind of tease, because it still kept him so far away that your hips already ached to shove the barrier aside.
you gasped, sharp,and involuntary, and seungmin’s free hand shot up to cover your mouth, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.
“uh-uh,” he whispered. “not yet. save it. i want him to hear every fucking sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.”
he dragged the toy in slow, torturous circles, watching your face the entire time, watching the way your brows knit, the way your hips jerked despite yourself.
“tell me,” he said, voice rougher now. “tell me you want him to hear how wet you get for me. tell me you want him to get jealous.”
your head thrashed once against the pillow, the words stuck in your throat, thick with shame and need.
seungmin leaned in, lips grazing yours, just a tease. “say it,” he breathed. “or i stop.”
you swallowed. your voice came out wrecked, barely there. “i… i want him to hear.”
“hear what?”
“how wet you make me, min,” you cried out, desperate for more. “i want him to hear how wet i get for you.”
seungmin’s eyes flashed. “good girl.”
with one hand, he reached for his tie, and the sight of him taking it off was enough to make you cum. he caught your wrists in his hands, tying them with the satin fabric before turning the vibrator up a notch.
and then he kissed you again, claiming, while his other hand shoved your shorts and panties aside just enough to press the toy directly against your bare skin.
the first real moan tore out of you before you could stop it. loud. unmistakable.
“that’s it baby, make him hear how much you enjoy being heard.” seungmin felt it. the way your hips jerked up against the vibrator. the way your thighs trembled around his knee. he chuckled.
“oh, you like that, don’t you,” he said, almost sweetly. “you like knowing he’s right there, hearing you fall apart for someone else.” he clicked the vibrator up one more setting. the buzz intensified, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.
“louder,” he ordered, pressing the toy firmer, grinding it in tight circles that made your vision blur at the edges. “come on, show me how much of a whore you are.”
you whimpered, high and needy, and seungmin’s free hand slid up to cup your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you know who’s in control.
“minnie… ah, seungmin, i’m so close,” you were surprised at your ability to form words, for all that was currently occupying your brain was seungmin, seungmin, seungmin.
it was all to much, the buzz of the vibrator hitting your swollen clit, his hands around your throat and your inability to do anything. and worse of all? the way he was looking at you.
“not yet,” he turned the vibrator off, throwing it aside. you cried out, your needy whimpers making him smirk. he removed your shorts and panties, and his eyes seemed hypnotised by the way your juices were spilling out, already making a wet spot on your bedsheet.
“look at you,” he breathed, and for the first time that night, he was the one who looked speechless.
in an instant, his mouth was on your cunt, his tongue making patterns on your wet walls that made you see stars. as if that weren’t enough, without warning he pushed his finger inside you, making you scream, fighting against the restraints your hands were tied in.
“such a fucking slut,” he murmered, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making your hips jerk. “getting wet at the thought of him hearing you, aren’t you? picturing him on the other side of the wall while you leak all over my face like a desperate little whore.”
your breath hitched, and you felt fresh heat flood between your legs at the words. you wanted to deny it, to close your thighs, anything to hide how true it was, but your body betrayed you: another involuntary roll of your hips chasing the pressure, a tiny, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it.
he chuckled, dark and knowing, his free hand coming up to push your tank top aside and grip your breast, giving your nipple a firm squeeze. “yeah, there it is. listen to yourself. bet you’d come even harder if he knocked right now, didn’t you? if he walked in and saw what a pathetic, cock-hungry mess you turn into the second someone teases this slutty cunt.”
he inserted another finger inside you, and your back arched off the bed with a choked moan. your cheeks burned; shame and arousal twisted so tight in your stomach you could barely breathe. you shook your head weakly, no, no, that’s too much, you wanted to say, but your hips kept grinding, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of your slick folds filling the room.
“tell me exactly what you want him to hear. go on, paint the picture for me, you desperate fucking whore. do you want him to hear you moaning my name? begging for cock like the needy bitch you are? or—” his voice dropped even lower, lips coming up to brush yours as he spoke, “—do you want him to hear you be ruined? scream it loud enough that he knows exactly what a dripping, shameless slut is in the other room?”
your hips bucked once, twice, chasing harder pressure you weren’t allowed to have yet. shame burned hot in your cheeks, your chest, but it only made you wetter, slicker, more frantic.
he felt it. of course he did. “don’t you dare hold back now,” he growled, nose brushing yours. “say it. tell me you want him to hear you come so hard the bed shakes. tell me you want him to know you’re getting off thinking about his cock while i play with your greedy little hole. use your fucking words, angel,”
your throat worked, lips trembling as another helpless roll of your hips grounded his fingers deeper against you. any remnant of denial was gone; only raw, humiliating need left.
“i… i want him to hear me come,” you whispered, voice cracking, barely above a breath. “fuck, min— i want him to hear how loud i get… how wet i get for you… how much i need… how much i need your cock inside me,”
your eyes fluttered shut for a second, mortified, but your body kept moving—small, desperate thrusts against his fingers like you couldn’t stop even if you tried.
he laughed softly, cruel and pleased, rewarding you with a rougher pace and another finger that ripped a choked moan from your throat.
“good girl. that’s my nasty fucking slut.” he murmured, lips grazing your ear again. “keep going. tell me you’d let him listen every night if i told you to. tell me you’d spread these legs wider just so he could hear how filthy you really are.”
“i… i would,” your breath came in short, ragged gasps now, thighs quivering, clit throbbing. you were shaking now, teetering right on the edge, humiliated and so unbearably turned on you could cry. “p-please seungmin, i’m so close,” you moaned, your voice hoarse from your screams. “please, let me cum,”
“you’ve deserved it baby,” he chuckled, his tongue finding your clit again. “cum for me, my filthy little angel,” he commanded, voice thick with satisfaction as he sucked your clit between his lips, humming deep so the buzz traveled everywhere. “don’t you dare hold back. scream it—loud enough for him to hear every fucking second of how wrecked you get for me. let the whole damn apartment know what a desperate, dripping slut you turn into when i own this pussy.”
your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. the coil snapped hard, white-hot pleasure ripping through you in violent waves. your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as a raw, broken scream tore from your throat: his name, over and over, ragged and shameless, repeated like the only prayer you knew. “fuck—seungmin! yes—fuck! yes!”
each pulse of your orgasm milked more slick from you, coating his tongue, his chin, the sheets beneath. you shook uncontrollably, fingers twisting in the restraints, your thighs around his head pulling him closer even as overstimulation made you whimper.
tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, cheeks burning with the fresh wave of humiliation—he’d made you loud, made you obvious, and god, it only made the aftershocks hit harder.
he didn’t let up right away, lapping lazily through the mess as you trembled, murmuring against your oversensitive flesh. “that’s it… good girl… screaming like the needy whore that you are.”
the aftershocks still rippled through you in slow, lingering waves. your body felt molten, legs splayed open, chest heaving, seungmin’s tie still circling your wrists, no longer tight, loosened by every restless movement you’d made. the sheets beneath you were a mess, damp and cooling where your release had soaked through. seungmin’s mouth was slick with you, chin glistening as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and shining with satisfaction.
he crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, your throat, the corner of your mouth. “fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. “you sounded so pretty screaming my name like that. think the whole building heard.”
you managed a shaky laugh, half sob, too overwhelmed to form words. your clit still throbbed faintly from overstimulation, every tiny shift of your hips sending sparks up your spine.
seungmin kissed you properly then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, with one hand tenderly caressing your cheek. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip.
“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “and maybe clean you up a little before round two. don’t move.”
he slipped off the bed with that easy grace of his, and paused at the door, glancing back at you— spread out, flushed, wrecked— and his mouth curved into something dangerously sweet.
“stay right there, angel. i’ll be back in two minutes.”
the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. as you forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down, you tried to process exactly what had transpired between the two of you.
you had never thought this day would come— you, cumming on seungmin’s tongue and him, promising you a round two — but somewhere deep in your heart, you also felt that this was a long time coming.
he had told you at the beginning that things between you didn’t have to change after this, but after getting a taste of what you both could offer each other, you knew there was no going back, and you couldn’t deny the excitement curling in your chest as you looked toward this new stage of your relationship.
but no matter how much you tried, there was still something at the back of your mind, or rather someone—
you heard footsteps. but not seungmin’s light, familiar steps; they were heavier, slower. hesitant.
and the breath caught in your chest as the door opened— and there stood chris.
he looked… wrecked. hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms tense. his eyes, dark, pupils dilated, locked onto you immediately. they dragged down your body: the hickeys blooming on your neck and chest, the tie still loosely binding your wrists, your legs parted just enough that he could see the slick mess between them, the wet spot darkening the sheets. your brain told you to sit up, to cover yourself, but your body was too tired. and your heart? well…
chris didn’t speak at first, just swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing. his chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted here, as if he hadn’t just been sitting a few feet away, his ears picking up on every little whisper.
“i—” his voice came out rough, cracked. “i… heard everything.”
the shame that should have crashed over you instead twisted into something hotter, sharper. your thighs trembled under his stare.
he took one step inside. then another. the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. he took a seat on the chair seungmin was occupying, not saying a word.
“baby,” he breathed, his hands on the mattress, as if touching you was something he hadn’t earned yet. “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
you squirmed under his gaze, happy to finally see him look at you the way you had always wanted, but there was something stopping you from truly enjoying his stare, from telling him to come over and ruin you.
“what about…?” your voice trembled, trying to make sense with whatever strength you had left in you.
his smile almost wrecked you. “i broke up with her weeks ago. she asked me to come get a few of my things today, that’s why she went out,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your whole body. “i couldn’t continue the relationship… how could i, when even when i’m with her, my mind always wandered to the room next door?”
“what?” you regretted not being friends with sooha, because then you could’ve known this vital piece of information ages ago. “but i thought… i thought it was you in her room yesterday… doing… y’know?” you blushed before you could complete the sentence, feeling shy despite the fact that you were literally lying naked in front of him and that he had probably heard you say worse things in the past hour.
“did you see me?” he smirked as you shook your head no, getting up on the mattress, his face inching closer to yours with each words. “or did you hope… did you imagine it was me, each time you heard her get railed. or worse… did you imagine yourself in her place? did you imagine yourself getting fucked,” his breath tickled your cheek, so close yet too far apart. “by me?”
up close, he smelled like clean sweat and something woodsy— his cologne, the one you’d caught whiffs of in passing for months. his eyes flickered to your bound wrists, then back to your face.
“seungmin tied you up?” his voice was low, strained. almost primal.
you nodded once, barely. chan’s hand hovered near your cheek, hesitant, then gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead. the touch was so careful it made your chest ache.
“did he make you come like that?” he asked, thumb tracing the edge of one hickey. “screaming loud enough for me to hear every second?”
another small nod. your lips parted, but no sound came. he leaned down slowly, giving you every chance to turn away.
instead, your back arched, wanting him to be closer.
his mouth found yours, tentative at first, like he was testing if this was real. then deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding against yours with a groan that vibrated through your whole body. one hand cupped the back of your head; the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed to anchor himself.
when he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged.
“i’ve wanted this,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i saw you on the couch, your bra strap fucking inviting me to snap it and hear you moan. i’ve wanted you ever since i saw you across campus, looking so damn angelic that you almost blinded me, doll.
“i’ve wanted you every time you looked away… i wanted to pin you against the wall and make you finally fucking look at me. really look, without your eyes drifting away.”
his hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the soaked mess between your thighs. you jolted, oversensitive, but arched into it anyway.
“seungmin got you this wet, huh?” he murmured, almost awed, circling your clit once, gentle, testing. you whimpered. “i gotta thank him for this then,” he smirked.
in a flash, he had rolled you over, pushing down on your head as he aligned your ass against his bulge. you shivered when your wet folds came in contact with the rough material of his jeans, and let out a loud moan as his hand landed on your cunt as a sharp slap.
“tell me to stop,” he said, echoing seungmin’s earlier words, but his voice was thicker, more desperate. “tell me, and i’ll leave right now, i promise.”
you met his eyes, dark, burning, pleading. “don’t stop, chan,” you whispered.
chan groaned at the way the nickname rolled out of your mouth, like the words had punched the air out of him.
he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.
then he notched himself at your entrance, slow, careful despite the tremor in his arms.
you gasped as you felt his tip enter, already stretching you perfectly, the slight burn blending into pleasure so intense your toes curled.
“i’m gonna fill you up,” he rasped, pushing in inch by inch, your loud cries about him being too big, too much, falling on deaf ears. “gonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.”
with every firm thrust, you felt your bed frame thud against the wall, the sound of your fantasies coming alive making your head dizzy and your moans louder.
“louder,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “scream for me like you did for him. let kim seungmin hear it when he comes back. let him know who’s ruining you now.”
your hands, still tied up, found you clit, as you erratically touched your swollen bud. “fuck, yes, yes! you’re filling me up so good, channie, oh fuck.”
the rhythm chan had set was brutal, deep, punishing strokes driving fresh, broken cries from your throat. you were loud, deliberately so now, moaning his name like a chant, letting it echo through the thin walls, through the cracked bedroom door.
“fuck—channie, yes, right there—harder, please—”
your voice cracked on every syllable, your brained so hazed that you didn’t even realise it at first when the door opened again.
seungmin stepped inside, two water bottles dangling loosely from his fingers, a warm washcloth in his other hand. he stopped in the doorway, eyes sweeping the scene: you face-down, ass up, chan buried to the hilt behind you, one hand fisted in your hair to keep your back arched, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
as your face turned towards him, for one terrified heartbeat, you thought he would be angry, rightfully so, your brain chided you. you thought that the easy affection in his eyes would shatter, that he’d storm out, that everything would end here in shame and silence.
instead, Seungmin tilted his head.
a slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.
he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms casually, like he’d walked in on you eating snacks instead of getting railed within an inch of your life.
“didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut, angel,” he drawled, voice soft and amused. “one cock wasn’t enough?”
something about the way he was looking at you, not like he was surprised, but rather entertained, broke you in the best possible way.
your cunt clenched hard around chan, visceral and involuntary, and chan groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. seungmin noticed too, the way your eyes rolled back and the fingers on your clit when slack for a moment.
“fuck— she just squeezed me so tight,” chan rasped, glancing over at seungmin without slowing down. “think she likes this more than we thought.”
seungmin’s gaze flicked to you once again, your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your mouth hung open around desperate little gasps, and then back to Chan.
something wordless passed between them: a knowing look, a tiny nod, the kind of silent communication that only happens when two people have already decided the same thing long before walking into the room.
they weren’t surprised.
they weren’t jealous.
they were… prepared.
seungmin pushed off the doorframe and walked over slowly, setting the water bottles and cloth on the nightstand like this was just another tuesday. he stopped right in front of your face, fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your head up so you had to look at him while chan kept fucking into you from behind.
“look at you, such a desperate little cumslut,” seungmin murmured, almost sweetly. his fingers brushed your cheek, then trailed down to roughly squeeze your breasts, another hand came up to your mouth, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. you whimpered around the pressure of his thumb slipping into your mouth. your tongue curled instinctively around it.
“greedy little whore. all tied up and drooling already. you really couldn’t wait two minutes for me to come back before you let hyung stuff you full, huh?” you whimpered—half apology, half plea—as chan drove in particularly deep, making your whole body jolt.
seungmin murmured, chan chuckled darkly, slapping your ass for good measure as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you whine in frustration.
“she’s been loud,” he said conversationally, like he was discussing the weather. “kept moaning my name— channie this, channie that. thought you might want to hear it up close.”
seungmin’s fondly rolled his eyes as he smirked at chan, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.
“oh, i heard,” he said softly. “every filthy little sound.” he pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, smearing your own spit across your cheek. “but i think she can be louder, can’t you, baby?”
he unbuckled his belt with one hand while his other hand fisted the base of his cock, already hard again from watching you get wrecked. in an instant, his shirt was also discarded, falling somewhere beside your tank top that you didn’t even realise had been taken off in your haze.
chan pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, making you sob at the sudden emptiness.
“open,” seungmin ordered.
your mouth fell open on instinct, tongue dipping out.
he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your throat fluttered around him. you gagged softly, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you didn’t pull away.
“good girl,” he praised, fisting your hair as he thrusted into your mouth in a rough shove. “take it all in.”
chan pushed back in at the same time, filling your cunt while seungmin fucked your mouth. the dual stretch, the rhythm, the way they moved in perfect tandem like they’d rehearsed this, sent your brain to complete, blissful ruin. no thoughts, no shame, only the primal need to be used, filled, and fucked stupid by both of them in perfect, cruel sync.
they talked over you like you weren’t even there, like you were just the perfect toy they’d finally decided to share.
“she’s so fucking tight,” chan groaned, hips snapping forward. “feel that? she’s clenching every time you bottom out in her throat.”
seungmin’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head in shallow thrusts that matched chan’s pace.
“angel likes being used,” he murmured, almost tenderly. “look at her eyes, rolling back already. bet she’d come just from this. from being our fucking hole, made to be used only by us.”
your body agreed before your brain could catch up.
your cunt spasmed hard around chan, clit throbbing untouched now, and a muffled, desperate scream vibrated around seungmin’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp, blinding, humiliating in how easily they pulled it from you.
seungmin groaned at the feeling, hips jerking forward once, twice, before he pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air.
“again,” he said, feeling himself reach his limit. “come again while we’re both inside you. show hyung how greedy this pussy really is.”
chan’s hand cracked down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you screamed again, louder, voice hoarse and wrecked.
they didn’t stop.
they just kept going, fucking you between them, filling every hole, praising and degrading you in the same breath, until you were nothing but trembling, overstimulated sensation and their names on your lips.
chan broke first, a low, guttural groan tore out of him as he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding your cunt with his thick cum. when he finally pulled out, his cum immediately seeped out, hot, obscene, trickling down your thighs, mixing with everything already leaking from you. he fisted his penis as more hot liquid flooded out, marking your back.
the sudden gush, the slick warmth coating your insides and dripping onto your back, snapped the last thread in you. you came again, violently, clenching around nothing, a choked sob ripping free as your whole body seized.
seungmin followed suit, and he gripped your jaw tighter, tilting your head back.
“open wider, angel, don’t you dare waste it.” he fucked your mouth in short, punishing thrusts until he spilled down your throat, thick and bitter and endless. you struggled to swallow around him, gulping desperately while he milked every last drop, hips stuttering, voice wrecked. “that’s it… drink it all like the good girl you pretend to be.”
when he finally eased out, strings of spit and cum still connected your lips to his tip. he wrapped long fingers around your throat, watching with dark, possessive eyes as you swallowed hard, throat working visibly. then he pressed two fingers against your tongue, dragging it out flat.
dazed, wrecked, stupidly proud, you stuck your tongue out further, showing him the mess you’d taken, lips swollen and glossy, a dazed little smile curling the corners even as tears streaked your cheeks.
seungmin’s thumb brushed your lower lip almost tenderly. “fuck… look at you,” his voice was soft now, completely different from when he was calling you a greedy slut. “ruined and still so pretty.”
chan’s hand slid up your spine, slow and grounding, as he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.
both men drew back for a moment, giving you room to sink bonelessly onto the sheets, chest heaving in the sudden, fragile quiet.
“yeah, just like that princess,” chan whispered, “deep breaths.”
seungmin climbed on the bed, laying down facing you, and he folded out his arm, inviting you.
you giggled as you settled against his hard chest, and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, caressing your hair and trailing soft kisses over your cheeks. “you’re okay, right? did we go too far?” his eyes searched yours, concerned. you shook your head earnestly, caressing his cheek.
“you did so good, princess,” chan whispered, hands massaging your ass, softening the red marks he had left. “so perfect for us.”
chan then reached for the washcloth seungmin had left on the nightstand and began cleaning you with careful, gentle strokes. the damp fabric glided over the sticky mess on your inner thighs, between your folds, wiping away the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used you. his touch was soft, almost worshipful, thumb occasionally brushing soothing circles over the sensitive skin as you hummed in satisfaction.
after a moment, chan settled beside you on the bed, his larger frame curving protectively around your back while seungmin stayed pressed to your front, caging you gently between their warmth. chan’s hand found your arm, stroking slow and firm from shoulder to wrist, grounding you as your pulse still hammered beneath your skin.
you bit your lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of it. slowly, you eased out of seungmin’s loose embrace just enough to lift your head and meet both their eyes; first chan’s steady gaze, then seungmin’s softer, searching one. the question clawed its way up your throat, small and scared.
“are you guys… sure you’re okay with this?” your voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling on the edges. “that i might want you both just as much?”
you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until their low, shared chuckle rumbled through you.
“we want you, and want to take care of you princess,” chan said simply, no hesitation, a wave of understanding passing between him and seungmin. “both of us. and we’re not gonna make you choose. ever.”
seungmin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair.
“your needs come first,” he added softly. “always. and if you want both of us, then that’s what you’ll get. no jealousy. no games. just us taking care of you.”
chan leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle this time, full of everything unspoken. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, steady.
“we’re not going anywhere,” he promised. “you’re ours, and we’re yours. however you want us.”
and since then, the noises continued, only now you had zero complaints.
peach notes: lowk regretting the fact that kim seungmin was not inside her, but i felt too tired to write more lol. also, can you tell that i'm a fucking whore for the both of them? 😮💨 no lube no protection and allat. sorry if chan's part felt too rushed, lowkenuinely entered flow-state writing min's parts. (#need that) ( pls don't ask me abt if min went to freakin antartica to melt a glacier to get her the water lol, nothing about this is logical anyway, honestly i just needed them to fuck by that point, i'm just a girl ┐(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)┌ )
and wdym there's more than a 100 (hundred!!?) of you here already!!1? thats insane, i could kiss u all. and i'm really overwhelmed by the love you've given me on my first post, truly thank you so much, i'm so grateful to each of you who reblogged and/or left a comment. pls feel free to drop by and send an ask to lmk your thoughts or literally anything, i would love to chat with you all <3
you'll see me next in march, unfortunately exam szn doesn't let me be horny 💔
Seungmin's quiet day with his girlfriend is ruined when the rest of Stray Kids had other plans – and Lee Know got suspicious.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Seungmin had been looking forward to spending the day with you, just the two of you, away from the chaos of the dorms and the playful interruptions of the other members. It wasn’t that he didn’t love them – of course he did – but having uninterrupted time with his girlfriend was a rare luxury. And he wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
Unfortunately, the rest of Stray Kids had different plans.
“Hyung, let’s all go out!” I.N had practically begged over the phone, his voice carrying child-like enthusiasm. “It’s been forever since we’ve hung out with Y/Nnie.”
Seungmin sighed, shooting you a glance from across the couch, where you were curled up in a cozy blanket. He wanted to decline, but you, ever the peacemaker, smiled and shrugged. “It could be fun,” you said, though you sounded just as content to stay in.
Seungmin grumbled something about how he had other plans (meaning he wanted to keep you all to himself), but ultimately, he had a soft spot for you and agreed. “Fine,” he muttered. “Then come pick us up.”
The call ended, and you giggled as you leaned into him. “You’re sulking.”
“I am not,” he retorted, wrapping his arm around you anyway.
You laughed, reaching up to fix his slightly tousled hair, smoothing it down with gentle fingers. He instantly melted under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your hand, much like a puppy basking in affection. A soft, content hum escaped his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile at how easy it was to get him to relax.
“We still have some time before they come,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Might as well relax.”
The warmth of each other, the quiet apartment, and the lingering anticipation between you made for the perfect moment. One glance at each other was all it took before your lips met in a series of soft, lingering kisses. He cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing your cheek as your fingers tangled in his hair. Time slipped away as the two of you became completely engrossed in each other, so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear the front door open.
When the members arrived, they expected to find you both ready to go. Instead, they were greeted with the sight of you and Seungmin caught in an intimate embrace, lips still brushing against each other, completely unaware of your audience. The sight was enough to render them all frozen in shock – until Hyunjin’s barely stifled gasp broke the silence, forcing you to shoot apart.
Felix’s eyes widened, his hands immediately covering his mouth in excitement. “Oh my god.”
Han elbowed Changbin. “Dude. They’re actually making out.”
Changbin blinked, then snorted. “And look at Seungmin’s face—he’s got Y/N’s lipstick all over him.”
Indeed, faint traces of your lipstick now marked the corner of Seungmin’s lips, and even a smudge on his jawline. You had a similar tint on your own skin, a clear indication of just how engrossed you both had been.
You gasped softly, eyes widening as your hand flew to your lips. “Oh my god.”
Seungmin immediately lifted his sleeve to wipe at his face, but the action only smudged the lipstick further. “Why didn’t you knock?!” he groaned, voice still thick with embarrassment.
Felix laughed, shaking his head. “I live here too! We thought you’d be ready to go.”
You buried your face in Seungmin’s shoulder, groaning. “This is so embarrassing.”
Meanwhile, the members barely had time to process the scene before the real problem arrived.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened in panic. “Minho-hyung is coming in behind us!”
Thinking fast, I.N grabbed Lee Know’s arm as soon as he stepped inside. “Hyung! Wait, wait, wait! I forgot to show you this thing outside – come with me real quick!”
Lee Know raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. “Can’t it wait?”
Felix jumped in, pushing him back towards the door. “Nope! It’s really important! Super important! Life-changing, even.”
Lee Know narrowed his eyes, glancing past them, trying to figure out what was going on. “Why are you all acting weird?”
“Because we’re always weird,” Han said smoothly, flashing his usual cheeky grin. “C’mon, let’s go see whatever Innie wants to show you.”
Meanwhile, the remaining members turned their attention back to Seungmin, who was still frantically trying to rid himself of the lipstick evidence.
Chan smirked. “You might want to clean up before Lee Know actually sees you.”
Felix giggled. “Yeah, we don’t want you getting in trouble, Minnie.”
Han, grinned. “Or maybe we do.”
Seungmin groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “You guys are the worst.”
Changbin, watching from the side, chuckled and nudged Seungmin with his elbow, an approving glint in his eyes. “Hey, at least you’re finally getting it,” he teased with an older brother's smirk.
Flustered, Seungmin quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom. He huffed, looking at his reflection, reaching for a makeup wipe.
You simply smiled, gently taking the wipe from his hand. “Let me.”
He hesitated for a moment before sighing, giving in. He sat across from you, his eyes meeting yours as you carefully wiped away the lipstick stains. One hand held his chin gently, tilting his face to get every last smudge. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and he gazed at you with soft eyes, letting you take care of him.
Once his face was clean, you smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “There. Good as new.”
Seungmin’s lips curled into a small smile as he nudged his forehead against yours. “You just got lipstick on me again, didn’t you?.”
You laughed, wiping the fresh mark away. “Oops.”
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Out with the group, Seungmin trailed behind you like a lost, lovesick puppy. No matter where you went, he was just a step behind, his gaze lingering on you with a fondness that did not go unnoticed by the others. The members teased him relentlessly, but Seungmin hardly seemed to care – he was too busy staying as close to you as possible.
Later, when you found yourself alone with Lee Know, he smirked at you knowingly. "You’ve trained your dog well, huh?" he teased, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. "Doesn’t even need a leash the way he was practically glued to you the whole time.”
You grinned, crossing your arms in return. “And you were watching me the whole time, huh? You know, I didn't think you were the type to play the protective older brother.”
Lee Know scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please. As if I’d waste my time.”
“I mean, it’s already been close to a year, and you’re still like that,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
He huffed, looking away for a moment before shooting you a pointed look. “Yeah, and somehow, it still hasn’t gotten any less pathetic.”
Laughing, you nudged him playfully. “Sure, Minho. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
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The drive home was peaceful, the occasional soft laughter from the guys the only disruption. By the time they pulled up in front of the dorms, the others had already taken note of yours and Seungmin’s position. It was a familiar sight – the two of you tangled in quiet slumber his head resting against the headrest, while yours rested on his shoulder and his jacket still draped over the two of you.
Hyunjin turned in his seat and groaned playfully. “Again? You two are tangled up in each other again?”
Just as he said it, the car door opened, as Lee Know was walking past, having missed the earlier part of the conversation. His eyes flickered between you and Seungmin, who was groggily stirring awake, and then back to the guys, his expression shifting instantly.
“What?” Lee Know’s voice was sharp, his gaze narrowing as he processed Hyunjin’s words.
Seungmin stiffened beside you as realization dawned on him. You, still half-asleep, blinked in confusion as you felt the sudden tension in the air. The rest of the guys instantly scrambled to fix their mistake.
“Wait—no! Not like that!” Han waved his hands frantically, his face contorted in panic.
“They were just sleeping! On each other! Not—Not like that!” Felix added, eyes wide.
“Literally just heads on shoulders! With a jacket!” Hyunjin exclaimed, as if that would make everything better.
You groaned, before shooting him a glare. "Hyunjin, use your pabo brain before speaking next time!"
Changbin snickered from the side. “Bro, I swear, Seungmin just saw his entire life flash before his eyes.”
“Not funny,” Seungmin muttered, though his ears were burning red.
Glazing at your brother, you mumbled quietly, “If you’d know…” as your fingers traced the fabric over the covered love bite below your collarbone.
Getting an idea, you leaned forward with a smirk. "Seungmin, is your sister single? Maybe he would stop bugging us if he—"
Seungmin, who had just taken a sip of water, choked immediately. His eyes widened in sheer panic.
"NO!" he blurted out, before shaking his head frantically while pointing a finger at you. "No no no no no!"
Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader
Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU
summary: After spending most of your life searching for your mates you discover that they all found eachother first
Series info
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
General Synopsis: S_Class started off as a street racing team, built between friends but as the adrenaline rush died down, racing wasn’t enough. N/S was formed. What started off with petty crimes, quickly spiraled into a string of organized crime.
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Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way.
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The Crew: S_Class
The Crew: Limitless
Chapter One: Welcome to the Race
Chapter Two: The Rules
Chapter Three: N/S
Bonus: N/S House Tour: Bedrooms | Personal Rooms | Common Spaces
Chapter Four: Little Star
Chapter Five: Memories of Her
Chapter Six: Domino.
( 애인 ) you don't expect anything to come out of rating your exes—well, you don't expect them to see it. but it doesn't go as awful as you'd think...
💭 :: 27ss dirty jokes/innuendos allusions to sex reader is lowk #thatgirl jeongin gets his own warning seungmin barks han is precious sunoo/ni-ki/megan cameo
𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ this is for my lovely amazing thoughtful kind talented pretty girlfriend @kloversung because it's our one month (everyone cheer 🍻) i hope she knows how much i love her & i wanted to write a silly smau for her ♡ i love you ky baby (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
synopsis ⋆˚꩜｡ the annoying guy that you met at a party truly loves to consistently motivate your annoyance.
genre ⋆˚࿔ crack, fluffish, like an insey bit angst
cw: mention of sexual acts, seungmin is a lil sensitive
part 2 | part 1
Could you be any more obvious about the fact that you’re avoiding him?
I mean, it’s not even like you have a good reason such as him hurting you feelings. You’re avoiding him cause you find him attractive, but he’s the opposite of your type, and it’s really been pissing you off.
Okay well, he’s your type physically. But personality-wise, this guy is a mess.
He’s a dick, thinks fucking girls is a hobby (so you’ve heard), is egotistical due to being rich and popular, is just straight annoying, just every negative trait you can think of.
So how the fuck could you find him attractive?
Well, he’s conveniently hot to begin with. Maybe he’s a little funny. And he did help you that night.
Gross. You disgust yourself.
You decided you’d start to avoid him a few weeks ago, after the library situation. You went home he was in your dream that night. You genuinely debated on jumping out the window cause you were so embarrassed.
You catch yourself getting extremely pissed off when you walk by a group of girls that love to center their conversations on trying to get with Seungmin.
So why the hell are you part of the great migration when it comes to
finding him attractive? It’s truly infuriating.
But anyways, you’ve been avoiding him so you can try to forget about his puppy eyes.
It’s kind of entertaining, and it’s also made you realize that he tries to talk to you pretty often.
You’re 99% sure it’s because his to-do list writes, ‘Fuck the quiet girl’. Not happening.
But literally, a couple days after your decision of “project avoid Seungmin”, he tried to approach you.
You were sitting in the main lobby, taking bites out of your croissant as you read a book you were assigned for one of your classes. You literally felt eyes on you, and when you turned toward the staircase you caught glimpse of Seungmin approaching you as soon as he stepped off of the last step on the staircase.
You immediately packed up your shit and walked into the girls bathroom, peeking around the corner to see Seungmin standing at your previous spot, his face etched in confusion.
It was entertaining.
Another time, you were leaving your dorm room to head to a party. (Please don’t question why you keep going, even though you genuinely hate them. Beats me bro. You got priorities.)
You had on a short black dress, tight, clinging just right to your curves. Your red purse sat against your hip, and you even pulled out the red heels that Yeji got you for your birthday last year.
You had literally just shut your dormitory door, your other hand typing a storm as you message Yeji that you’re on your way.
You let out a sigh, and it kind of mixed with a hum, but then transitioned into a yelp when Seungmin literally appears right in front of you. You stumble backwards and he grabs your arm, but you immediately shrug him off.
He was wearing that stupid fucking backwards cap, and a t shirt with baggy jeans. You’re irked.
“Avoiding me?”
Well, i’ll tell you what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.
You said nothing to his clear revelation, and instead moved past him. He didn’t follow, but he did call out from behind you.
“Can’t do it forever!”
You roll your eyes at that, what a loser. Cause yes, you can.
Like, what’s he acting all pathetic for?? He does realize that he can go find some easy blonde girl to fuck for the night, right? Like please, you’re not who he wants you to be.
You’ve kind of learned to be content with all the parties, as here you are, at another one. It’s the end of the first semester, and it’s time to celebrate the fact that you did not give into the tendencies of jumping into a lake after getting a 40 on your comp exam.
You’ve also learned to just drift off from your friend group within the first half hour, or else you end up standing there as you watch everyone else have conversations. Like okay whatever, looked boring anyway. Rolling eyes emoji.
So now you stand at the back porch, leaning against the railing with a mini vodka bottle in your hands.
It’s kind of a mess out here, but it’s really interesting.
There’s a couple having sex over in the bushes, behind the tree that’s diagonal from you. And there’s a group of guys formed into some cult circle, making jokes and laughing unsettlingly similar, making you kind of convinced that they might be casting something upon the house.
There’s beer cans and empty bottles scattered across the lawn, and a few lawn chairs are literally upside down? What happened here??
A little bit ago you watched a drunk girl just walk around and crush all of the empty cans, it was remotely satisfying.
You take a large sip of your bottle of vodka, letting out a breath right after you swallow to ease the burn. Then you hear an agitating, graving, voice make noise behind you.
“Thought you didn’t like parties that much? Especially after that incident with your shirt??” The voice questions.
You turn to face him.
The motherfucker is wearing a brown sweater, with a white blouse under it so the neckline is shown at the top. He has a black backwards cap on, and headphones sit around his neck, paired with baggy, light colored, blue jeans.
What a bitch. A handsome bitch.
And what the hell is up with him and backwards caps?
You sigh at his presence, and rest your elbow against the railing.
“I didn’t like them. I’ve started to tolerate them. After learning all the necessary tips and tricks.” You reply simply, smiling a little as you tilt your head to the right.
His lips slowly grow into a mirroring grin at the sight of your smile, and he cocks an eyebrow. “Tips and tricks? For what??”
“You know, to not get spiked. Or to not get pulled into drama. Or to not get your hot pink bra exposed in a room full of people.”
He hums, chuckling a little as he shifts his weight and his hands rest in his jean pockets. “Okay, I get it.”
You just nod, acknowledging his response. Then you turn back toward the mess of a backyard.
He follows your action, walking past you just to end up leaning against the railing beside you and speak in a sarcastic dripped tone, “Are you always so avoidant?”
You scoff lightly, pushing against your inner cheek with your tongue as you turn your head toward him. He’s already facing you, his head tilted as he smiles softly in your direction. And, wow he looks really good.
“I’m not avoidant. I’m just cautious.” You reply.
“I mean, if you say so. No reason to be cautious of me.”
You raise your eyebrows, your lips parting slightly. “Is that so, mr fuckboy?”
His eyes furrow, and he looks truly offended for a moment. “Fuckboy?” You nod. “Whoever you’re hearing that from is wrong. I don’t go around having sex with random people.”
You laugh a little at that, “Why do I not believe you?”
“I don’t know, why do you?” He responds, his eyebrows lowering and furrowing more intensely. “I don’t go around having sex. Okay sure, I have little makeout sessions and girls are touched and shit, but I do everything but sex.”
“As if that makes it better.”
“Doesn’t it? I take sex serious. Really, I do. My body count is four.” He replies casually, but also in defense.
You hum, forming your lips into a tight line. You nod, “Okay. Sure. I guess you could say it makes it a little better.”
“I’m not asking for validation, i’m clearing my name.”
You raise your eyebrows, and smile a little as you turn back toward the lawn. “Okay. I believe it.”
You stare at the lawn for a few moments longer, then slightly turn your head toward Seungmin so you’re able to catch a proper glimpse of him.
He’s staring across the lawn, pretty ominously. His eyes are furrowed deeply, and his lips are pursed tightly as if he were deep in thought. He probably is. You can practically hear the gears turning up there.
And damn, he looks really beautiful in a pure, natural way.
Plus, you’ve never seen him make any other emotion than mocking or sarcastic. So that was.. different.
You’re extremely pissed off at yourself for thinking anything about him that’s not how infuriating and annoying he is. God, the “Yeji” that resides in your mind is dancing right now, too.
You decide it’s been too long without a snarky comment so you turn your body toward Seungmin to start one off, just to find the wall.
When the hell did he leave?
Your chest is kind of tight, cause did you upset him? You didn’t really mean to do that, you were just joking.
Plus, I guess you really cannot trust college rumors and assumptions. Well, shit.
…
You shouldn’t be upset over that. You shouldn’t. He deserved it, he’s an ass. So why do you feel weight on your shoulders constantly ever since that night?
The past few days ever since the party, he has not gone out of his way to say some snarky remark to you.
Did you really hurt his feelings that bad? You weren’t even trying to that time.
But here you are, approaching him in the main lobby as he leans against a pillar, holding his phone as he scrolls.
You step with purpose, and his eyes move from his phone to your approaching body. He smiles a little, shutting off his phone and setting it in his pocket.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I don’t think you’re a fuck boy. At least not now.” You say simply, crossing your arms and shifting your weight to one leg.
He nods, “Alright. Thanks. I’m not mad, though. I’ve been called worse.” He chuckles.
Your expressed furrows, and you cock your head. “Then why haven’t you came up to me at all?”
“Wow, so you did like when i’d bother you..”
“No, I did not. I just think it’s been a little too quiet lately.” You reply in defense, your arms moving down so your hands can rest on your hips.
“Uh-huh.” He smiles, lifting up off of the pillar. “I haven’t come up to you because I wasn’t making any progress. You still hate me just as much.”
“Progress with what? You’re not taking me out.”
“I never said that was my goal.” He grins. “You must be unconsciously wishing for that, yeah? Psychology 101.”
You stare for a moment, then roll your eyes. “Whatever. You’re just talking to talk.”
“You’re tolerating it, though.” He chuckles, his hand coming up to rest against your jaw.
Your immediate instinct is to push away, but for some reason you don’t move. Why the hell don’t you move?
“No, I hate the sound of your voice. It’s so aggravating.” You react.
His grin grows deeper, and he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. So fucking teasing, it’s infuriating.
“I think that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself. But you know you love it. You clearly like me touching you, too. Cause you haven’t moved an inch.” He answers quietly, teasing.
That makes you step back, out of his touch. “Your ego is bigger than this campus.”
He shrugs, “You like it that way.”
“You wish.”
“I do.”
That makes you scoff, “You’re just embarrassing yourself, honestly.”
He crosses his arms around his chest, and shrugs with a small laugh. He shakes his head, and begins to walk past you. “Good to know that you were missing me, y/n. I’ll keep it in mind.”
“I didn’t miss you!” You call out to his back as he walks away, and you’re left standing in the middle of the main lobby.
You’re also left with a whole lot of confusion. He messed with your head too much for your liking.
slow burn AND enemies to lovers lol best tropes ever
STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Hi, Everyone! I want to apologize for the long wait. I hope you all still enjoy the story :) For the next couples of chapters are going to be about their vacation, so don't worry about the angst for now :]
and for @foreveralistener1 , thank you for asking if they all dating or what. Well I didn't think of it before, but yes (?) they are in a poly relationship. In this story straykids didn't want y/n as a pet, but want her as a their lover. Let's say it's more of a pack dynamic.
The afternoon sun hung comfortably above the coastline, warm enough to brighten the ocean into sparkling shades of turquoise but softened by a steady sea breeze that kept everyone comfortable. Waves rolled rhythmically onto the shore while distant laughter from children and families blended naturally with music drifting from nearby beach cafés.
After finishing the seashell painting session and carefully setting the finished shell art aside to dry, you and Hyunjin carefully cleaned the long wooden table together.
"Hold this side."
"I got it."
The two of you lifted the newspaper covered in tiny paint stains before folding it neatly. Hyunjin gathered the brushes while you sealed the paint tubes, making sure every cap was tightly closed.
"You really packed everything."
"I told you I came prepared."
"You packed enough supplies for an entire art class."
You laughed proudly.
"What if everyone suddenly wanted to paint?"
"...Fair point."
He bumped his shoulder lightly against yours.
"I'm glad you did."
You smiled before pulling a large picnic cloth from your beach bag.
"Oh!"
"Can you help me spread this?"
Hyunjin grabbed the opposite corner.
Together you snapped the cloth through the air.
It floated gently before settling perfectly across the long wooden table.
One by one, containers began appearing across the table.
Cold fried chicken.
Kimbap.
Fruit.
Sandwiches.
Rice balls.
Snacks.
Bottled drinks.
Fresh fruit juice.
You arranged everything neatly while Hyunjin lined up paper cups and napkins.
When everything was finally ready, he cupped both hands around his mouth.
"Everyone!"
"Lunch!"
Immediately heads turned.
Han was the loudest, as usual, he practically sprinted
“Why do I have sand in places I didn’t even know existed?”
“You threw yourself onto the ground four times,” Seungmin replied, not even looking up from the bag of snacks he was unpacking. “That is a consequence of your own choices.”
“I was saving the volleyball.”
“You missed the volleyball.” Changbin laughed so loudly while carried the cooler closer to the table. Jeongin tucked the volleyball beneath one arm. Minho casually folded his hammock before joining everyone. Chan smiled watching everyone naturally gather around the table.
The table filled quickly. Chairs scraped against the sand. Someone claimed the seat closest to the shade. Someone else complained that they were sitting too close to the sun. Felix happily passed drinks around.
You sat between Hyunjin and Minho, and for a while, everything slowed down.
The conversation was softer now.
The kind that came after laughter had tired everyone out a little.
The sea rolled behind you in steady waves. The wind carried salt through the air, cooling the warmth of the sun against your skin. White clouds drifted lazily through the sky, soft and slow, as if the entire afternoon had nowhere else to be.
Minho handed you a piece of fruit without saying anything.
You accepted it automatically.
“Thank you.”
“You need to eat too,” he said simply.
“I am eating.”
“You’ve been feeding everyone else.”
You smiled sheepishly.
Hyunjin leaned closer from your other side.
“She does that.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“You both are exaggerating.”
Chan looked up from across the table, his expression warm.
“You take care of us before you take care of yourself.”
“I just like doing things for you guys.” You replied smiling widely.
“We know,” Chan said gently. “But let us take care of you too.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
Time moved quickly after lunch.
One moment, the table was full of food and chatter. The next, it was already past noon, the sky bright and open above the water. More people had started arriving at the beach. Families laid out towels across the sand. Couples walked along the shore. Children ran past with buckets and plastic shovels. You heard different languages around you, laughter blending with music from the nearby bar and the distant sound of waves.
The beach felt alive.
The weather was perfect.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.
Just warm enough that the breeze felt like a gift every time it brushed across your skin.
After everyone finished eating, the members helped clean up. Changbin gathered empty containers while Felix folded the tablecloth. Seungmin wiped down the wooden surface with a wet cloth, complaining that everyone had somehow managed to spill something.
Jeongin stretched his arms above his head, looking toward the ocean.
“We should swim soon.”
Felix immediately brightened. “Yes! The weather is perfect for swimming now.”
"Finally!" Hyunjin shout excitedly. "I've been waiting!"
Everyone hurried toward the beach bags.
Everyone began reapplying sunscreen, passing bottles around, helping one another reach the backs of their shoulders. The smell of coconut and aloe filled the air. Felix squeezed too much onto Han's shoulder.
Han complained.
"You trying to marinate me?"
"You'll thank me later."
Changbin groaned.
"Someone do my back."
"You have hands."
"They don't reach."
You laughed while rubbing sunscreen across your own shoulders.
You finished applying sunscreen to your arms, then looked toward the small hut bar near the edge of the private beach.
“I’ll get ice cream while we wait for this to set.”
Eight heads turned toward you immediately.
“Ice cream?” Han repeated.
“Yes.”
“What flavors?”
"I already know."
Han pointed dramatically.
"I love you."
"I know."
Felix’s eyes widened.
“You remembered?”
“Of course I remembered.”
Your tail swished happily behind you as everyone began listing their choices at once. You laughed as you memorized the orders.
“I’ll be back.”
“Be careful,” Chan called automatically.
You waved. “I will.”
The members shouted their thanks as you slipped your oversized white shirt off, folding it neatly onto your chair before heading toward the small beachside hut
The hut bar was only a short walk away. You left your loose white shirt draped over the back of your chair and made your way across the sand, the black halter swimsuit and wrap skirt moving lightly with each step. The sun warmed your shoulders. The sound of the beach softened the farther you moved from the others.
The little beach bar bustled with customers. Colorful menus hung overhead. The scent of waffles, coffee, and vanilla drifted through the air. You waited patiently beside the counter while the staff finished another order. Leaning lightly against the wooden bar, you glanced out toward the ocean.
At first, you didn’t notice the attention.
You were too focused on remembering everyone’s orders.
One chocolate.
One strawberry.
One mint chocolate.
One cookies and cream.
One vanilla.
One coffee.
Maybe an extra one for whoever complained later.
You leaned against the counter while the staff served the people ahead of you.
Then you felt it.
That uncomfortable awareness.
Someone watching.
You glanced to your right.
Two men stood nearby, both hybrids.
One had black panther ears and a sleek tail that flicked slowly behind him. The other had tawny puma ears and a bright, easy smile. They looked around your age, maybe a little older.
The puma hybrid noticed you looking.
“Hi,” he said cheerfully. “Vacation?”
You gave him a polite smile.
“Yeah.”
“Us too,” he replied. “How’s it been? Hopefully a great vacation”
“It’s been nice.”
Your answer was short, but you kept your tone friendly.
He seemed harmless at first.
Too friendly, maybe.
But harmless.
“I’m Joon,” he said, offering a hand. “This is my cousin, Dojin.”
The black panther hybrid nodded politely with a small smile.
“Nice to meet you.”
You noticed the way their scents layered over one another.
Not just their own scents.
Other people’s scents too.
Strong perfume. Different pheromones. Traces of multiple women, human and hybrid alike.
Your nose twitched and your instincts tightened.
You didn’t take Joon’s hand.
Instead, you bowed politely.
“Nice to meet you too.”
Joon’s smile twitched for half a second, irritation small enough written on it.
“So, what are you getting?”
“Ice cream.”
“For yourself?”
“For my friends.”
“Oh,” Dojin said, moving a little closer. “We can join you.”
You blinked.
“No, thank you.”
The staff finally looked ready to take your order, so you stepped forward and ordered.
“Come on,” Joon interrupted lightly, still trying to make the conversation going. “We’re just being friendly.”
You kept your eyes on the staff.
“I’m here with people already.”
“Still,” Dojin said, now standing closer on your other side. “It’s a shame for a pretty hybrid to be alone.”
Your ears flattened.
“I’m not alone, I told you I’m with a group.”
Joon leaned in.
Too close.
His fingers reached toward a strand of your hair on your shoulder.
You recoiled immediately.
“Please don’t touch me.”
The smile on his face changed.
Not disappearing.
Just becoming less friendly. His tail brushed against the back of your knee.
You flinched.
Taking another step away.
The movement only encouraged him.
"You're really pretty. You know that?"
The staff handed over the bag of ice creams, and relief rushed through you.
You grabbed it quickly.
“I have to go.”
You tried to step around them.
Dojin lifted an arm, blocking your path.
Your body stiffened.
“Move.”
“Why are you in such a rush?” he asked. “We just want to talk.”
Joon’s hand caught your wrist.
Not painfully at first.
But firm.
Too firm.
“Let go.” Your voice lost every ounce of politeness and became more venomous with irritation. His grip tightened when you pulled back. He only tugged your wrist slightly closer. Trying to shorten the distance. A faint wave of his pheromones drifted toward you. Enough to make you grimace and hissed at him.
The plastic bag crinkled in your other hand.
Your tail puffed slightly behind you.
“Let go,” you repeated, sharper this time.
Then—
“You heard her.”
The voice cut through everything.
Calm.
Cold.
Low.
Controlled.
Cold enough that both men froze.
“Let her go.”
You turned your head.
Chan stood a few steps away.
Changbin and Hyunjin were behind him.
None of them were smiling. Chan took one measured step forward.
"Let."
"Her."
"Go."
Each word landed heavier than the last.
The air seemed to shift.
Chan’s eyes were dark, jaw clenched tightly, scowling at them both. Now you understand why some other fandom thought that Bang Chan is scary. Changbin’s shoulders were tense, his entire posture protective. Hyunjin looked calm at first glance, but the scent coming from him was sharp and sour with anger.
The two hybrids noticed it too.
Their confidence faded quickly.
“She’s not alone,” Hyunjin said quietly. “She’s with us.”
Joon let go of your wrist immediately.
Dojin stepped aside.
Both bowed quickly.
“Sorry.”
“We didn’t mean anything.”
Chan didn’t move.
His eyes stayed on them.
“You need to leave.”
They nodded again, more urgently this time. Then walked away.
Only when they disappeared into the crowd did your shoulders finally loosen.
Changbin came to you first.
His hands gently cupped your face, checking you over like he needed to make sure you were truly alright.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded.
Your voice came out quieter than you expected.
“Yeah.”
Chan looked at your wrist.
A faint red mark had started to appear.
His expression tightened.
Hyunjin took the ice cream bag from your hand so you didn’t have to hold it anymore.
“That was unpleasant,” you complained.
Chan’s hand rested lightly against your shoulder.
“You did the right thing.”
“I didn’t even know what to do.”
“You told them no,” he said. “That was enough.”
Changbin looked like he wanted to say more.
Like he wanted to chase after them.
But instead, he took a slow breath.
“We’re here now.”
You looked at the three of them.
Your chest felt warm and shaky at the same time.
“Thank you.”
Hyunjin brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.
“Always.”
When you returned to the table, everyone noticed immediately.
Han’s smile faded the second he saw your expression.
“What happened?”
Felix stood up from his chair.
“Are you okay?”
You handed out the ice creams first because it felt easier than speaking.
Chocolate to Han.
Strawberry to Felix.
Mint chocolate to Seungmin.
Vanilla to Jeongin.
Then you finally explained.
“Two hybrids at the bar tried to talk to me.”
Everyone went quiet.
“They kept flirting and getting closer,” you continued. “I told them no, but they wouldn’t move. One of them grabbed my wrist. They didn’t really listen.” You rubbed your wrist unconsciously.
"I could smell several different female pheromones on both of them."
Your nose scrunched.
"It honestly made me uncomfortable."
Han’s face fell completely.
Felix looked upset in a quiet way, his brows drawing together.
Minho reached for your wrist carefully, turning it over just enough to see the red mark. His voice stayed calm. But his eyes did not.
“They touched you after you told them not to?”
You nodded.
Chan answered before you could.
“We handled it.”
Han suddenly stepped forward and wrapped both arms around you.
Tight.
Protective.
His chin rested against your shoulder. "Aww..."
"My poor kitten."
He hugged you dramatically.
"I'm okay."
"I know."
"But still."
He squeezed you once more before finally letting go.
Han suddenly stepped back.
Looking at you from head to toe.
He dramatically placed both hands against his own chest.
"...Well."
"No wonder."
You blinked.
"What?"
He pointed at you with complete seriousness.
"Look at you!"
"You look gorgeous today! It’s because you look too pretty today,” he complained softly, voice muffled against you. “Too pretty. Too cute. Too everything.”
You blinked.
“Jisung.”
“I’m serious.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
“You’re wearing this swimsuit and your hair looks like that and you’re smiling all day and—”
“Han,” Seungmin warned, amused despite the tension.
Han ignored him.
“I mean, look at her!”
He gently turned you toward the others, hands resting at your waist as if presenting evidence.
“This outfit is dangerous.”
“Jisung,” you groaned, cheeks burning.
“And this part—”
He motioned toward the side of your swimsuit, touching both your waist, where the fabric curved naturally along your waist and dig a little to the flesh. Swaying you a little, making you giggle.
“You look so good !”
“Okay,” you said quickly. “Okay. You do not need to shout.”
Everyone laughed softly.
Even Chan.
Even Minho.
The tension eased just enough for you to breathe again.
Han hugged you from behind this time, his voice quieter.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For making jokes.”
You turned your head slightly.
He looked genuinely worried.
“I’m okay,” you told him. “Really.”
“I know, and it’s not your fault that they behave like that. It’s not because how you look but it’s their fault for having a bad intention.”
You nodded slowly. “I know.”
Felix slipped his hand into yours. "If someone looked at our Y/N...of course they'd think she's beautiful."
He smiled warmly. "But they should also know when 'no' means 'no.'" His fingers squeezed gently. “Stay close today?”
You smiled at him. “Okay.”
Chan reached over, gently patting the top of your head.
"You handled it well. You stayed calm. I'm proud of you."
The ocean stretched wide and endless before you.
The sun shone brightly overhead. The beach was still full of laughter, music, and strangers passing by. But your wrist still tingled faintly where Joon had grabbed you, and it didn’t stop you to continued enjoy the rest of the day.
The afternoon sunlight had softened into a warm golden hue, laying ribbons of shimmering light across the ocean. The tide rose and fell with a patient rhythm, washing over ankles and retreating with a hiss that sounded almost like quiet laughter.
The beach felt alive. And somewhere in the middle of all of it...
Lee Minho was very seriously trying not to drown in water that barely reached his chest. It's cute that a cat accompanied and apparently teaching Minho basic swimming skill right now.
“Come on! You can do it! You can do it!”, you cheered on him.
"I can't believe this." His deadpan expression alone made you burst into another fit of laughter.
"I'm serious!" you wheezed, one hand clutching your stomach while the other still held tightly onto his forearm. "You're kicking so aggressively!"
"I have to."
"You don't."
"I do."
"You don't!"
"I absolutely do."
The water splashed wildly every time he kicked.
His legs were moving with enough force to probably scare every fish within twenty meters.
"You look like an octopus fighting for its life."
"I'm a cat."
"No, I’m the cat here literally and you look like an octopus right now. Your pouting lips supported the looks hehe."
Minho sighed dramatically. "...You're being very unsupportive for a swimming instructor."
"I've been encouraging you for fifteen minutes!"
"You've been laughing nonstop."
"I can do both."
"You really can't."
Another laugh escaped you.
Your fluffy ears twitched happily while your tail floated lazily behind you in the seawater. "Come on," you smiled, moving behind him. "Relax your shoulders more."
"I am relaxed."
"You are literally as stiff as a wooden board."
"I'm trying not to die."
"You won't die, I promise you."
"Easy for you to say."
You placed both hands carefully beneath his forearms again.
"I don't trust this." Minho still denying to continued trying.
"I've got you." You encouraged him once again.
"..."
He looked at you for a long second.
Your smile stayed gentle.
Patient.
Exactly the same smile you always wore whenever one of them needed help.
Finally...
"...Okay."
Very carefully...
Minho leaned forward a little.
Immediately—
"I'M FALLING."
"You are NOT!"
"I'M SINKING."
"You are not sinking!"
He flailed dramatically.
Water splashed everywhere.
You laughed so hard your own knees nearly gave out.
"Kick slower!"
"I AM."
"Not like you're trying to escape prison!"
"I'm trying to survive!"
"You ARE surviving! Geez!"
A tiny smile betrayed Minho's composed face.
"...You're enjoying this way too much."
"I really am."
He rolled his eyes.
"...Brat."
"You love me."
"I tolerate you."
"Liar."
"..."
"...Maybe."
You grinned victoriously.
"There!"
"You floated for ten whole seconds!"
"...Really?"
"Mhm!" You nodded happily.
His eyes actually brightened. "...I did?"
"You did."
"..."
"...Again."
Something warm bloomed inside your chest.
It was such a tiny request. But hearing the usually prideful Minho quietly ask to try again...
It made your heart melt. He’s literally such a cute softie.
"Okay."
"We'll do it again."
"As many times you want."
Not too far away—
"YAH!"
"I.N!"
Bang Chan had found today's entertainment.
Specifically...
Jeongin.
Chan wrapped one arm around the younger's shoulders before slowly—very slowly—beginning to drag him toward deeper water.
"Hyung."
"No."
"Hyung."
"No."
"I'm warning you."
Chan's dimples appeared.
"You swim well."
"I know."
"So, you'll be fine."
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Trust me."
"I don't."
"You should."
"I absolutely shouldn't."
Chan laughed so loudly nearby families actually turned to look.
Jeongin dug his heels into the sand.
"STOP DRAGGING ME!"
"One more step."
"No."
"One."
"No."
"Two—"
"HYUNG!"
Chan finally reached water deep enough that little waves bumped against both of them. Jeongin immediately broke free from Chan and shoved him away.
"I SAID STOP!"
Chan stumbled backward dramatically.
"Oh no."
"I've been betrayed."
"You deserved it."
Before Chan could lunge again—
Splash!
A wall of seawater exploded across his face.
Chan blinked.
"..."
Slowly...
He turned.
Seungmin stood a few meters away with both hands already cupping another pile of water.
His smile was innocent.
Far too innocent.
"Don't come near."
Splash!
Another wave of water hit Chan square in the chest.
"Hey!"
Another splash.
Chan shielded himself with both forearms while laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"STOP!"
"No."
"Seungmin!"
"No."
Hyunjin wandered over just in time to witness the chaos.
"..."
Without asking a single question...
He crouched.
Scooped up both hands full of seawater.
Then—
Splash.
Chan stared at him in betrayal.
"...Hyunjin?"
Hyunjin smiled angelically.
"I support justice."
Chan gasped dramatically.
"Et tu?"
"I don't even know what that means."
"But yes."
Another splash.
Chan staggered backward again.
"YAH!"
Then...
Like a ray of sunshine running directly into battle—
Felix appeared.
Except...
He wasn't carrying handfuls of water.
He was carrying—
"..."
"A bucket?"
Everyone stopped.
Even Chan.
"...Where did you get a bucket?"
Felix looked down.
"Oh."
"I found it."
"..."
"...You FOUND IT?"
"Mhm!"
Then—
Without another word—
Felix lifted it over his head.
And dumped the entire bucket onto Chan.
WHOOOSH!
A waterfall crashed over the leader.
His soaked curls completely flattened against his forehead.
His oversized beach shirt clung to him pitifully. Looking like a big wet puppy.
For one second...
There was absolute silence.
Then—
Everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Han had already collapsed into the shallow water.
Hyunjin doubled over clutching his stomach.
Jeongin couldn't even stand anymore.
Seungmin was clapping between laughs.
Chan slowly pushed dripping hair out of his eyes. Defeated by his loving members. "...I'm surrounded by traitors."
Felix looked genuinely proud. "It was teamwork."
"It was more of bullying, mate."
Meanwhile—
You were laughing so hard tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. You had one arm wrapped around Minho to steady him while he floated with the help of a bright yellow swim ring. His expression remained perfectly calm. Unlike Chan's complete disaster, Minho looking like a calm cat. He looked toward the soaked leader. "...He deserves it."
You snorted.
"You didn't even hesitate."
"I saw the evidence."
"The evidence?"
"He started it."
"...Fair."
Minho looked back at you.
"...You laugh a lot today."
"...Do I?"
"Mhm."
"You've laughed all morning."
You blinked.
Had you?
Thinking back...
Collecting shells.
Painting with Hyunjin.
Volleyball.
The brunch.
Swimming lessons.
Watching Chan get bullied.
Your chest suddenly felt strangely warm full with contentment.
"...yeah, I guess... I've been really happy." The words escaped before you could stop them.
Minho looked at you quietly. There wasn't teasing in his eyes anymore. Just something soft. Something almost relieved.
"...Good."
"..."
"...You've smiled more today than you have in weeks."
The laughter around you suddenly sounded farther away.
"...Have I?"
"Mhm."
"..."
"...I missed seeing that smile."
His voice was so quiet it almost disappeared beneath the waves.
Your ears lowered slightly.
"..."
"...I'm sorry."
He frowned.
"What for?"
"I made everyone worry."
Minho immediately flicked your forehead.
"Ow."
"Don't apologize."
"But—"
"I said don't."
"..."
"...Just keep smiling. Okay?"
"...Okay."
He reached over.
Very naturally...
Very gently...
He tucked one damp strand of hair behind your ear.
"There."
You helped pulling Minho to the shallow water, “Okay, big cat, let’s take a break.” The two of you slowly walked back toward the shore once your feet touch sand. The warm sand squished beneath your feet. Water dripped from your clothes with every step. Your fluffy tail looked heavier now that it was soaked, swaying lazily behind you.
"Wow... You really are good at swimming, kitten."
Minho's voice carried genuine admiration.
You smiled shyly. "Thank you. I guess we should swim together more often."
Minho looked toward the ocean. Then back toward you.
A tiny smirk appeared. “No, thank you”.
You blinked. "Huh?"
"No. Thank You."
"What?"
"I barely survived today."
"That's not true." You burst into laughter again. "You floated for ten seconds just then!"
"I choose peace, thank you." He wrapped his hand on your shoulder pulling you closer.
"You don't even want another lesson?" You asked again with a teasing tone.
"...Only if you teach me somewhere without witnesses."
Your eyebrows lifted.
"So, pride does matter."
"A little."
"I knew it."
By the time both of you reached the beach towels—
Jeongin and Seungmin had already collapsed onto the sand beside them.
Jeongin dramatically spread himself like a starfish.
"Ahhhh..."
"So tiring..."
Seungmin leaned back on both elbows.
"My arms are dead."
"You barely did anything tho."
Nearby—
Chan finally trudged back toward the group.
Still dripping.
Still looking like the saddest wet puppy on Earth.
Felix waved enthusiastically.
"Hyung!"
"Want another bucket?"
Chan narrowed his eyes.
"..."
"...I'm revoking your dessert privileges."
Felix gasped.
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
Han immediately stood up.
"Hyung, that's crossing the line."
"It was just a bucket."
"It was emotional damage."
"It was funny."
"It wasn't."
"It absolutely was, hyung!"
The argument dissolved into overlapping laughter once more.
You sat down beside Minho, hugging your knees against your chest as the sea breeze dried your damp hair.
Your gaze wandered across every familiar face.
Chan, still dramatically complaining.
Felix apologizing while laughing.
Han nearly falling over from the tide pulling.
Hyunjin smiling quietly at everyone.
Changbin tossing a small towel onto Chan's head.
Minho pretending not to smile.
Seungmin making dry comments.
Jeongin whining about being hungry again.
And without realizing it— Your fluffy tail curled lazily against the warm sand, letting small giggle free from your own mouth.
Chan was still muttering dramatic complaints under his breath as he walked toward the group, rubbing the towel vigorously through his soaked curls.
Felix immediately held his hand out. "I said sorry!"
"After attacking me."
Chan sighed as though carrying the weight of the entire world before finally pulling his soaked shirt over his head. The wet fabric peeled away from his torso with a quiet sound before he tossed it over one shoulder.
"Much better..."
He began drying himself with the towel Changbin had thrown him earlier.
You weren't really paying attention.
At least...
Not intentionally.
Your eyes simply followed the movement.
The sunlight reflected across the droplets still clinging to his shoulders. His arms flexed naturally as he rubbed the towel through his hair, defined muscles shifting beneath sun-kissed skin. Like he was sculptured right out of the Gods and Goddesses hands
For a second...
Your brain simply stopped working.
Wait.
Since when...
...was Channie...
...that big?
Your eyes blinked once.
Twice.
The realization slowly settled in.
The Bang Chan who always let you cling to him.
Who carried groceries with one arm while holding your hand.
Who cuddled you to sleep.
Who constantly let you sit on his lap.
He'd always been strong.
But...
Had he always looked like...
that?
Your gaze wandered lower before your own thoughts caught up with you.
Immediately—
You snapped your eyes away.
Nope.
Don't look.
Respectfully.
You turned your head—
Only to accidentally land on Changbin.
...
That wasn't any better.
He was standing beside Chan, wringing seawater from his hair with both hands.
The movement made every muscle across his shoulders and arms shift naturally beneath his skin.
The sunlight only made everything more obvious.
You stared.
...
Since when did Bin...
...become built like a mountain?
Your ears twitched.
Heat slowly climbed into your cheeks.
"N-No..."
You quietly turned away again.
Only—
Hyunjin had just taken off the loose beach shirt he'd been wearing.
His broad shoulders stretched lazily as he folded it over one arm.
Felix stood beside him, abs showing proudly to the world, laughing about something Han had said. Han too without you knowing had become so buff too.
All of them...
Were somehow...
Ridiculously fit.
"..."
You blinked.
Slowly.
Your eyes wandered from one member...
To another...
To another one.
Years of endless dance practices.
Gym sessions.
Concerts.
Schedules.
Workout routines.
You had watched all of it.
Every day.
Every single year.
Yet somehow...
You had never really...
Looked.
Not like this. Growing up together all those year with them, seeing them every single day, you didn’t notice how gown of a men they are now.
You swallowed.
"..."
How...
...did I not notice this...?
Your gaze drifted downward again.
Then...
Almost against your own will...
It stopped beside you.
Minho.
He was still sitting comfortably on the sand beside you, drying his damp hands with a small towel.
Unlike Chan and the others, he still wore his swim shirt.
But...
The soaked fabric clung naturally against him.
Broad shoulders.
Defined arms.
Firm chest outlined beneath the material.
Even his forearms looked stronger than you remembered.
Your eyes slowly traced downward before—
Your brain finally screamed.
STOP STARING.
You whipped your head away so quickly one of your fluffy ears folded backward.
"..."
Oh my God.
You immediately looked toward the youngest members instead.
Surely—
Surely they'd save you.
...
No.
Not really.
Jeongin was adjusting the hem of his jersey while laughing with Seungmin. Even through the loose material...
His physique had matured noticeably.
Not as bulky as Chan or Changbin.
But athletic.
Strong.
Seungmin stood beside him, equally relaxed. His frame remained slimmer than most of the others, but his shoulders had broadened over the years, and the damp jersey outlined toned muscles earned from years of performing.
Your heart skipped.
When...
...did everyone grow up...?
You stared blankly.
Somewhere in the distance...
A wave crashed softly against the shore. The breeze lifted strands of everyone's damp hair. Your thoughts completely short-circuited.
Meanwhile...
The members had already begun walking back toward you.
Chan in front.
Changbin beside him.
Hyunjin lazily stretching.
Felix talking excitedly.
Han carrying two towels over one shoulder.
You simply...
Watched them.
Like you were seeing them from a completely different perspective for the first time. Until they were only a few steps away. Without thinking—
The question escaped your mouth.
"...When did you guys get so big?"
Silence.
Chan froze mid-step.
"...What?" His eyebrows lifted.
Changbin stopped beside him.
Han looked between both of you.
"...Huh?"
You blinked, still looking completely dazed.
Your gaze slowly stayed on Chan... Looked at him from below, your cheeks grew pink. How can someone be so hot ?
"When..."
"...did you guys get so big?"
Your voice sounded genuinely confused.
Almost fascinated.
"..."
"...And..."
You tilted your head innocently.
"...hot?"
Han's mouth slowly fell open.
Felix blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Hyunjin looked like someone had unplugged his brain.
Changbin's ears immediately turned bright red.
Seungmin coughed into his fist.
Jeongin's eyes grew comically wide.
Minho quietly looked away toward the ocean, one corner of his lips already lifting.
Chan...
Actually choked.
"W-what?"
He stared at you.
"...What did you just say?"
You frowned slightly.
"Hm?"
"I asked when you guys became so..."
You gestured vaguely toward all eight of them.
"...big."
"...And hot."
Another beat of silence.
Then—
Han dramatically grabbed his own chest.
"Oh my God."
"Did everybody hear that?"
"I think I just ascended."
Felix covered his entire face with both hands.
"She called us hot..."
His voice came out muffled.
"...She called us hot."
Hyunjin slowly looked toward Changbin.
"..."
"...Did she just compliment all of us?"
Changbin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I..."
"...I don't know what to do."
Jeongin immediately puffed his chest out.
"I've been going to the gym."
Han pointed accusingly.
"Don't ruin the moment!"
"I worked hard too!"
"You all did," you answered honestly.
Your eyes wandered over them again.
"I just..."
"I suddenly realized."
"You all looked so different."
"You've always been handsome."
"...But now..."
You scratched your cheek shyly.
"You guys really look like grown men."
"..."
"...Really attractive grown men."
Felix let out the tiniest squeak.
Changbin hid his face behind the towel.
Hyunjin laughed quietly, cheeks turning pink.
Even Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck to hide the smile creeping across his face.
Chan simply stood there.
Looking at you.
Then at the others.
Then back at you again.
A slow smirk spread across his face.
"...Well."
He folded his arms proudly.
"I guess all those gym memberships finally paid off."
That broke the silence.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Hyung!"
Han groaned.
"You're supposed to act humble!"
"I was humble for years."
"My time has come."
Felix laughed so hard he leaned against Hyunjin.
Hyunjin shook his head, smiling.
"One compliment..."
"...and our leader becomes unbearable."
Chan only laughed, dimples showing deeply.
He reached over and affectionately ruffled your hair between your fluffy ears.
"I'm glad you finally noticed." His smirk turned into a proud grin.
Your face immediately heated more. "...I think I noticed a little too much." The boys laughed even harder. The easy teasing blended into the sound of the surf, and for a while, the beach was filled with nothing but warm laughter, playful embarrassment, and the comfortable closeness.
You had always known Chan was different. Not just because he was a wolf hybrid: gray ears that twitched at every sound, a fluffy tail that betrayed his moods and those striking golden eyes that seemed to see straight through you, but because he was Chan. The leader type in everyday life, the one who stayed up late producing music in his room, who made sure the fridge was stocked with your favorite snacks and who somehow made the apartment feel like home instead of just a shared living space.
For the past six months, the two of you had been roommates in this cozy two-bedroom place on the edge of the city. What started as a practical arrangement had slowly deepened into something warmer. Late-night talks on the couch, movie marathons where his head would eventually end up in your lap and quiet moments where his hand would brush yours a little too long. There was tension, sure, but neither of you had crossed that line. He was respectful, almost painfully so. A gentleman with sharp canines and a growl that made your stomach flip whenever it slipped out.
But something had shifted in the last week.
First, Chan came home later than usual from the studio, his usual bright smile replaced by a tense line of his mouth. He barely said hello before disappearing into his room. The next morning, you found him in the kitchen at dawn, staring into the fridge like it held the answers to the universe. His ears were flat against his head and when you greeted him cheerfully, he’d flinched, muttering something about needing to train before bolting.
By day four, the avoidance was obvious. He’d leave notes instead of talking "Gone for a run, don’t wait up" and the apartment smelled… different. His natural scent, that comforting mix of warm cedarwood, fresh rain, and something uniquely him, had grown heavier. Muskier. It lingered in the hallways like invisible smoke, making your head feel fuzzy and your skin too warm whenever you passed his door.
You tried not to overthink it. Hybrids had their cycles, you knew that much. But Chan had always been open with you about that stuff before. He’d disappear for a day or two during his regular ruts, holing up with suppressants and protein shakes, then emerge sheepish and extra cuddly to make up for the distance. This time felt different. More intense. He wasn’t even texting back properly.
Tonight, you couldn’t take it anymore.
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. You’d made dinner: his favorite, spicy chicken stir-fry with extra vegetables, but the plate sat untouched on the counter. After an hour of waiting, you wiped your hands on a dish towel and headed down the hallway toward the spare room you’d converted into a home gym. The door was slightly ajar, golden light spilling out along with the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing and the clank of metal.
You pushed the door open quietly.
Chan was there, back to you, shirtless and glistening with sweat under the overhead lights. His broad shoulders flexed as he curled a heavy dumbbell, biceps bulging, veins standing out along his forearms. The gray wolf ears atop his messy hair were pinned back tightly. His tail, thick and silver-tipped, lashed sharply from side to side with each rep, betraying his agitation. Black workout shorts clung low on his hips, damp with perspiration, outlining the powerful lines of his thighs and… something else.
You swallowed hard. He looked feral. Beautifully, dangerously so.
The air in the room was thick with his scent. It hit you like a wave: deep, earthy musk mixed with pure, raw arousal. Your knees felt a little weak. You’d read about hybrid ruts before, but experiencing it this close was something else entirely. The scent wrapped around you, sinking into your lungs, making heat bloom low in your belly.
"Chan?" you called softly.
He froze mid-rep. The dumbbell dropped to the mat with a heavy thud. Slowly, he turned.
Golden eyes met yours, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of amber remained. His chest heaved, breaths coming in short, ragged pants. A low growl rumbled in his throat before he could stop it. Sweat trailed down the defined ridges of his abs, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts where an obvious, thick bulge strained against the fabric.
"You shouldn’t be here right now" he rasped. His voice was deeper than usual, rough like gravel. His ears flicked back further, but his body leaned toward you instinctively, nose twitching as he inhaled your scent. "Fuck… you smell too good."
You took a cautious step inside anyway, heart hammering. "You’ve been avoiding me all week. I was worried. I made dinner, but-"
"I know." He ran a hand through his damp hair, claws catching slightly. "I’ve been trying to handle it. Suppressants aren’t cutting it this time. It’s… stronger." His tail curled tightly around his own leg as if trying to restrain himself. "You need to go. Please."
But you didn’t move. The way he looked at you, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him, sent a thrill through your body. You’d imagined this moment in quiet, guilty fantasies before. Chan losing control. Those strong hands on you. His teeth at your throat.
"How long has it been?" you asked, voice quieter.
"Three days." He laughed bitterly, the sound edged with pain. "I thought I could push through. Studio work, extra workouts, cold showers… nothing’s working. Every time I catch even a hint of your scent from the hallway, I-" He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, eyes fluttering shut. When they opened again, the hunger was even more pronounced. "I’m losing it, baby. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now."
The pet name slipped out so naturally it made your breath catch.
You stepped closer, close enough to see the way his nostrils flared and his claws flexed at his sides. The gym mirror behind him reflected the scene: you in your simple tank top and shorts, looking small next to his powerful, half-feral frame.
"Then tell me" you whispered. "Or… show me."
Chan’s control visibly frayed. He took one predatory step forward, then another. His hand reached out, hovering near your arm like he was afraid to touch you. "You don’t understand. In rut… I’m not gentle. I knot. I get stuck inside you for a long time. I’ll want to breed you over and over until this fire in me dies down. I could hurt you."
"I trust you" you said simply. Your hand rose to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the soft fur of his cheek. He leaned into it with a broken sound, eyes half-lidded.
"You shouldn’t." But even as he said it, his tail uncurled from his leg and brushed tentatively against your calf. The touch was electric.
You could feel the heat radiating off his body. His cock twitched visibly in his shorts, a small wet spot forming where the tip leaked. The scent of him was overwhelming now: pure alpha need, desperate and masculine. It made your own arousal spike, thighs pressing together instinctively.
Chan’s ears perked slightly at the shift in your scent. "You’re… wet." It wasn’t a question. His voice dropped to a near-purr. "For me?"
You nodded, cheeks burning.
He groaned, forehead dropping to rest against yours. His breath was hot against your lips. "I’ve wanted you for so long. Even outside of rut. But this… this makes it impossible to hold back. If we start, I won’t be able to stop until my knot deflates. It could take hours. Days, maybe, if the rut’s bad."
"I’m not asking you to stop" you murmured, sliding your hands up his bare chest. His skin was fever-hot, heart thundering under your palm. "I want to help you, Chan. Let me take care of you like you always take care of me."
For a moment, he just breathed you in, trembling with the effort of restraint. Then, with a low, needy whine that sent shivers down your spine, he captured your mouth in a kiss.
It wasn’t soft. It was hungry, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, tongue sweeping in to taste you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel every inch of his hardness pressing into your stomach as he ground against you slowly, instinctively.
"Mine" he growled against your lips between kisses. "Been mine for months. Just didn’t want to scare you."
You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair and stroking the base of his sensitive ears. He shuddered hard at the touch, hips jerking forward.
The kiss deepened, turning messier. Chan walked you backward until your back hit the cool mirror. One of his thighs pressed between your legs, giving you something to grind against as his hands roamed: squeezing your hips, sliding under your tank top to feel bare skin.
"Fuck, you’re so soft" he muttered, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck. His teeth grazed your pulse point, not biting but threatening to. "Smell so fucking good. Gonna make you smell like me."
Your head fell back against the mirror with a soft moan. This was really happening. The tension that had built for months was finally snapping, fueled by his rut and your own suppressed desire.
Chan pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes glowing with lust and something deeper. His ears were forward now, fully focused on you. Sweat still clung to his skin, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Last chance, baby" he panted. "Tell me to stop and I’ll lock myself in my room with the strongest suppressants I have. But if you stay… I’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
You reached down boldly, palming the massive bulge in his shorts. He hissed, hips bucking into your touch.
"I’m staying" you whispered. "Let me help you, Chan."
A feral grin spread across his face, canines flashing. He scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the thick workout mats in the center of the room.
"Then let’s start" he growled, voice full of dark promise. "Because once I get my knot in you, we’re not leaving this room for a long time."
Chan didn’t waste another second.
He lowered you onto the thick gym mats with surprising care, but the moment your back touched the floor his mouth was on yours again: hot, demanding and utterly consuming. His tongue tangled with yours as a deep growl vibrated through his chest and into your body. Large hands roamed everywhere, shoving your tank top up and off in one rough motion. The bra followed, tossed somewhere behind him.
"Beautiful" he rasped, golden eyes devouring the sight of your bare breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his clawed fingers teased the other. Your back arched with a moan, fingers digging into his silver ears. The sensitive appendages flicked and trembled under your touch, making him groan around your flesh.
"Chan...please…"
He switched to the other breast, sharp teeth grazing just enough to sting deliciously. His tail lashed wildly behind him, brushing against your legs. The heavy musk of his rut filled the entire room now, thick enough to taste. You were soaked, aching and he could smell it.
Lower. His kisses trailed down your stomach, claws hooking into your shorts and panties, ripping them down your legs in one swift tug. He buried his face between your thighs without hesitation, inhaling deeply.
"Fuck, your scent…" He licked a stripe up your slit, tongue rough and eager. "So wet for me already. Gonna eat this pretty pussy until you’re screaming."
You cried out as he dove in, devouring you like a man starved. His tongue flicked over your clit with precise, relentless strokes before pushing inside you, fucking you with it. Two thick fingers joined soon after, curling against that spot that made your vision white out. His free hand pinned your hips down when you tried to writhe too much, growls vibrating against your core.
The first orgasm hit you fast and hard. You clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking around his head as you moaned his name. Chan didn’t stop, lapping up every drop until you were twitching and oversensitive.
"First one of many" he promised, crawling back up your body. His shorts were gone now, kicked off somewhere. His cock sprang free: thick, veined and longer than you’d expected, the base already starting to swell with his knot. The head was flushed dark and leaking steadily. "Need to be inside you. Now."
You reached down, wrapping your hand around him. He was scorching hot, pulsing in your grip. Chan’s hips jerked, a broken whine escaping him.
"Careful, baby. I’m so close already."
"Then fuck me" you whispered, guiding him to your entrance.
He pushed in slowly at first, savoring every inch. The stretch was intense, burning pleasure as your walls fluttered around his girth. Halfway in, he cursed, forehead pressed to yours, ears flat.
"So tight… taking me so well."
Then the last of his restraint vanished. Chan slammed the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a growl. You gasped at the fullness, nails raking down his back. He gave you barely a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting hard.
The pace was brutal. Each snap of his hips drove him deep, the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the gym. His balls slapped against you, tail wrapping around your thigh to spread you wider. He fucked you like he was claiming you: deep, possessive strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside.
"Mine" he snarled against your neck, teeth scraping the skin. "Gonna fill you up. Breed this sweet cunt until it takes."
You moaned louder at his words, clenching around him. The knot at the base of his cock was swelling more with every thrust, catching at your entrance on the way out.
Chan flipped you suddenly, putting you on all fours. He mounted you from behind, one hand gripping your hip while the other braced beside your head. The new angle let him go even deeper. His chest pressed to your back, sharp teeth finally sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder, not enough to break skin fully, but enough to mark you as his.
You came again with a scream, walls pulsing around his cock. Chan groaned, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. The knot swelled fully, locking him inside you as hot, thick ropes of cum flooded your insides. He kept grinding, pushing it deeper, hips jerking with every spurt.
"Take it… all of it" he panted, voice wrecked. "Good girl. Such a good mate for me."
The knot kept you tied together. Every tiny shift sent sparks of pleasure through you both. Chan licked at the bite mark soothingly, arms wrapped around you as you both caught your breath on the mats.
But the rut wasn’t done.
After twenty minutes, the knot deflated enough for him to pull out. Cum dripped down your thighs. Chan watched with dark satisfaction, then flipped you onto your back again.
"More" he growled. "Need you again."
He took you face-to-face this time, slower but no less intense. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked into you, knot swelling once more. You lost count of how many times he made you cum: on his cock, on his tongue, with his fingers while he recovered between rounds.
At one point he carried you to the weight bench, bending you over it and taking you from behind again. The mirror across the room gave you a perfect view: Chan’s powerful body moving behind you, muscles flexing, ears twitching with pleasure, tail curled possessively around your waist. His golden eyes stayed locked on yours in the reflection.
"Look at us" he murmured, voice husky. "Look how perfectly you take my knot."
You did. The sight pushed you over the edge again.
Hours blurred. The gym filled with the scent of sex and sweat and him. Chan’s rut drove him relentlessly: three more full knots, each one leaving you fuller and messier. He whispered praises between growls: how perfect you were, how he’d wanted this for so long, how he was going to take care of you after.
Eventually, the frantic edge softened. The last knot locked you together on the mats once more. Chan collapsed carefully over you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His ears drooped with exhaustion, but his arms held you close, tail draped over your leg.
"You okay?" he whispered, nuzzling into your marked neck. His voice was hoarse from all the growling and moaning. "Did I hurt you?"
You shook your head, smiling tiredly as you stroked his ears. "I’m perfect. Sore… but perfect. And exhausted. Felt amazing."
He let out a relieved sigh, pressing soft kisses to your skin. The feral glow in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by that familiar warmth you loved. "Thank you. For helping me. For trusting me. I… I love you. Have for a while."
Your heart swelled. "I love you too, Chan."
The knot kept you connected a little longer. He used the time to scent you thoroughly, rubbing his cheek against yours, running his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. When it finally went down, he scooped you up gently and carried you to the bathroom attached to the gym.
He ran a warm bath, lowering you both into it. Chan washed you with careful hands, massaging your aching muscles and pressing kisses to every mark he’d left. You returned the favor, washing his chest and scratching gently behind his ears until he purred.
Later, wrapped in soft towels and one of his oversized shirts, he carried you to his bedroom. The sheets smelled strongly of him. He tucked you against his chest, arms and tail cocooning you securely.
"The rut might come back in waves" he admitted quietly, voice already sleepy. "But it’s a lot better now. Because of you."
You snuggled closer, tracing patterns on his skin. "Then we’ll handle the next waves together too."
Chan’s purr deepened, content and satisfied. His golden eyes slipped shut, ears relaxing fully for the first time in days.
As sleep pulled you both under, you felt the steady beat of his heart against your cheek and the warm brush of his tail. The apartment felt complete, like the two of you had finally crossed the line you’d been dancing around for months.
"i need you to take care of yourself." shouta's voice rumbles from over your shoulder. without looking, you know he's frowning. not in disappointment, but worry. "you're drinking too much caffeine."
you scoff, but there's no malice directed at shouta. he knows that; you know that. the malice is directed at the crap of it all: forcing yourself to stay awake for the sake of academia and licensing as a hero.
"that's a lot coming from you."
it is though. anyone would reason that.
shouta plants his hands on his hips, doing that thing you secretly admire, gving him an up-down as he gets softly stern. his dotingness shines in these moments. you just don't like it in the heat of the moment, because his scolding is gentle, convincing, and, of course, logical.
"one can of energy drinks is enough. two is pushing it." shouta plucks the two cans, shakes them, and drops them into your trash bin like they're on fire. "150mg of caffeine per can. that's six espresso shots."
you don't look at shouta, concentrating instead on the glare of your screen with the taunting of twenty-seven minutes remaining on your mock hero licensing exam and the trembling of your fingers with the exact 150mg of caffeine shouta was admonishing.
his voice is too soft; too exasperated. it's like he loves you or something.
"take care of yourself,” he repeats. it's not a scold; it's a plea. hushed, barely there, but it makes its way past his teeth you love seeing in his toothy grins.
a large, gentle hand draws your head to lean against his soft body. before, he was so hesitant to touch you. a pat on your hand, a heavy hand on your shoulder paired with words of encouragement, an unabashed, affectionate smile that was the inciting moment you realized you loved shouta.
touch comes easy now, especially with the way he brings you closer. you feel the heat of shouta. it reminds you of cold nights and how you seek his warmth in bed.
"take care of yourself." his already soft words are softer now. he's stacking a feather pillow on top of a silk-encased pillow. your head turns towards shouta's belly, burrowing your face into the strong wall that is him.
"okay." the fabric of his shirt moves with the bend of your lips. "i'm sorry."
"i understand. it's hard." his hands move to cup your face. "but you're going to do well."
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